Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Sarah, Jason, Nox, Lithium, and Styx. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers. I make absolutely no money. I obviously do not own Barbie either, its just Otis's nickname for Sarah.

Authors Note: I'm tried. *yawns*

Jason laid back and buzzed for a couple of minutes, taking two long swallows from his flask to speed up the process of the drugs reaching their full effect.

Sarah still sat on the ground beneath him, her back against his skin, as his injurd knee rested over her shoulder. It was really an odd position, but it worked for keeping the foot in the air. Otis sat above her as well. He was wearing the same smirk her had been wearing since before dinner, every now and then tugging on her hair as they watched television, Sarah waiting for Jason's buzz to take full effect.

Whenever Otis decided to pester her, she would return the favor by elbowing his knee.

The jeans he wore had numerous holes and rips, blood stains and paint globs on them, a particular large rip on each knee, making an easy target for her elbow.

Doctor Wolfienstien was on, which Sarah thought was rather fitting considering she was about to start prepping for some pretty ghetto surgery.

Nox had fallen asleep, her head laid back on the back of the couch, her hand resting in sleeping Styx's hair as his head rested in her lap. Sarah glanced at them for a moment, giving them a loving glance for a moment, just thinking of how far they had come…

With a groan, Jason's head fell back against the couch, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Sarah instantly turned around, tapping Otis on the knee to get his attention as she held Jason's leg suspended in the air.

"Hold this for me for a second." She said, indicating towards the leg.

He muttered something but complied, leaning forward to grasp Jason's knee to try and hold the rest of the leg suspended.

Sarah gave him a thankful look before digging into her bag and pulling out first, a rolled up silk cloth, which she neatly laid out, then her small 2 oz flask, a roll of gawz, skin tape, and then reached back to get her pocket/carving knife out from her back pocket.

Before sanitizing her hands, she grabbed Jason's ankle, Otis still keeping a hold on the knee, and rolled his pant leg up, exposing the whole blood soaked sock.

Licking her lips and grabbing up the knife, she managed to slide the blade between his ankle and the fabric of the sock, slowly pulling up, the extremely sharp knife slicing through the heavy wet fabric smoothly.

Otis watch for a minute, Sarah still carefully slicing, trying not to jar the wound too much.

"If I aid you, do I get to be the patient next?" He asked, a smirk returning to his face.

Sarah eyebrow were crossed as she stared at the foot, doing her best to keep it steady and slice at the same time.

"I don't know, do you have any terminal or possibly fatal injuries?"She asked, glancing up at him wit a knowing look.

:"As a matter-o-fact, I think I do, wanna come give me a check-up, just in case?" He asked, smirking back at her.

"I'm only a surgeon, and I'm currently very busy. Come back when you have something embedded in you." She said with a wink and a smirk, then chuckled.

"If you'd like, I'm sure Nox could help you with getting a fatal or terminal injury."

Otis chuckled for the first time in Sarah presence and shook his head.

"No, I'm alright, thanks."

Sarah smiled at him kindly as well for the first time before turning back to Jason, whom she had finally slice completely through the sock. Now the fun part was, peeling the sock away from the injured spot where it had partly embedded itself into his foot through the glass.

Setting the knife down, she slowly peel the fabric away, Jason's unconscious body twitching at the feeling of the fabric pulling on the wounds. When the slice of fabric that covered the bottom of his foot where the injures were was removed, blood started pouring out.

"Okay, I know this is probably the opposite of what you usually do, but I'm going to need your assistance on this." Said Sarah, Otis grumbling as he went to kneel down.

"Aw hell, what ya need?"

"Currently I just need you to lay his leg down so that his foot is on that piece of cloth."

Otis complied before leaning back on his knees, watching her with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't a master surgeon, nothing like the Doctor downstairs, but he could put…pieces together, it was what he did as art, and learning a new technique every now and then wasn't entirely a bad thing.

Sarah instantly sanitized her hands and the knife with the liquor in the flask before dumping it on the still bleeding wound, causing the body above her to jerk and Jason's head to move to the side with a groan, a look of pain on his face even as his eyes remained closed.

Licking her lips and glancing back up at him to make sure he was out, she leaned down and started batting at the wound with the gawz, trying to rub the blood away enough to get a clear view of what was inside, the fabric of the sock having removed only some of the glass.

"I need a, ah, flashlight, so I can possibly catch the glitter of the glass." Said Sarah, turning toward Otis who glared at her.

"I didn't agree to be your own personal fucking servant, I'm just watching fuckin TV."

Sarah sneered at him, her brief moment of liking him vanishing.

"Fine then, I'll wake up Styx and will you tell him where the damn flashlights are?"

Otis's mouth opened and shut a couple of times as if trying to explain the location but then realizing he wasn't talking to a family member. Finally, he got up with a huff.

"Aw hell woman, I'll go get them my damn self." He muttered, walking off.

Sarah stared after him with a glare, wishing Momma was still in the kitchen so she could just yell for her help, but her and Cutter had disappear somewhere that Sarah really didn't care to know, and wasn't planning on finding out.

Within a couple of minutes, Otis returned, looking no less pissed than he did when he left, tossing a flashlight at her as he sat back on the couch and flipped channels.

Sarah sneered in his general direction again and dumped some liquor on the flashlight where she planned on touching it before turning it on and shinning it into the bloody foot.

Holding it in her left hand she positioned her right hand with her knife where the shinning continued and started carving, Otis every now and then glancing down to watch her performance, although his look got no different as he sat there stiffly.

Her focus was completely on removing the glass and fabric from the foot, she was so focused on it, that she barely noticed when Otis had shifted a little bit closer to her so that his knee brushed her arm when she worked.