What's a rom-com without some slapstick - Of sorts. Or something. Leave logic here.

Days in Dawson could be taken in anyway - a painfully dull bore that were excruciatingly slow, or on looking back, absolutely nothing. The days had their routine which were drab in their own way. You had gotten in touch with Oliver's contact here and reported that the two of you were safe and sound here in dead Dawson. The rather dreary town had a few hotels where you had managed a dingy room (as wife and wife, of course Holly insisted on THAT) with two beds and a rather useless T.V. You tried to pass time playing on the laptop those games you had gotten hold of - except gaming at 16 hours at a stretch implied the game had to get over sometime soon. All of them. Besides there were times Holly would monopolize the laptop reading pages and pages of stuff which looked boring as hell (she had bought a pair of rather thick glasses at Winnipeg before leaving), leaving you to either stare at the ceiling or walk around the cold town. Both alternatives were boring, again.

The place itself felt like a step back in time, the whole town looked like something out of place with the beauty of this place. After the first four days of 'exploring' the perimeter of the town - walking around had become rather boring and plain. This was the kind of place you ought to leave quickly so that its beauty stuck in your head or else it just became as dull as life anywhere. But it's been 2 weeks of boredom and it was getting to you.

An average day would go along these lines - Holly waking up first and using up all of the available hot water (She claimed that the ice cold water did your ice cold personality well, much to your annoyance.) and then would endure in the task of waking you up which wasn't simple. First she would try to push and shove you out of your bed, all of which you solidly took without budging at all and with grunts and groans told her that people could eat breakfast separately but she refused to listen to that. Eventually she would pull the covers off you and that was enough to wake you up. After an extremely cold shower which made you even grumpier than you normally would have been in the mornings - the two of you would head to a local diner to get some breakfast. Holly always ordered the same thing every day and you didn't care what you had as long as you got your cup of coffee first. The cute waitress who was absolutely smitten with you diligently topped up your coffee every day with a cheery grin which you couldn't help but return - especially when she turned around and walked away swaying her hips as she did.

Holly of course would clear her throat at that.

"We're supposed to be married."

"Yeah. Sadly." you would sigh in reply, immediately scowling once again.

"Oh come on - she isn't that cute." Holly would mutter, taking a sip of her coffee. Seeing your fake wife's feigned jealousy was always something you found rather amusing. Especially now that the fringes gave her this rather school-girlish look.

One time - she had asked you if she could make a phone call back home - and that conversation had gone something like this.

"Can I contact someone back at Toronto?"

"I think the line of women you are supposed to be having one night stands with at Toronto can wait a while." you replied , wondering who on Earth would Holly want to talk to. Besides you had barely gotten hold of Oliver only once - and he had yelled at you for phoning him for no good reason. Holly of course gave you her stern look of annoyance.

"I would like to call my mother." she dryly replied, not amused one bit.

"Aww, does someone miss their Mommy." you sang, teasing her and snorting a bit yourself. That resulted in Holly chucking her napkin at you.

"A napkin? Really Hol?"

"Oh you're going to need that."

"Why would I - "

Before you could finish that sentence, Holly had thrown all the water in her glass right at you, and you hadn't had much choice but to just sit there. Holly of course resumed eating her breakfast with her usual demeanor as if nothing had happened.

"I think I deserved that." you conceded, wiping the water off your face.

"For everything you've done - you deserve worse." Holly finished, taking another bite of her food.

After breakfast, which everyday ended with the two of you arguing about something or the other, the two of you would split ways - one of you would do some pointless grocery shopping and the other would get the laptop back at the room. Lunches were a similar ordeal - but afternoons were a blissful time. They were quite warm and the town seemed to be asleep right then. Holly would usually either go out for a walk or sit in the room and read stuff off the laptop, whilst you aimlessly flipped through random T.V shows or simply lazed in the rather uncomfortable bed.

You had once suggested something else that the two of you could do to pass time but that conversation had gone - rather wrong. Holly had been busy reading through old journals on the laptop when you had brought up the idea.

"Hol."

"Hmm?"

"You know there's two of us here."

"I am aware, Yes." Holly replied, not taking her eyes off the laptop.

"I can think of something fun the two of us can do here - in this room."

"Really?" Holly asked, clearly not listening to you.

"Yes..." you tried with your best seductive voice, trying to get this woman's attention without leaving cold comfort of your own bed.

"Oh. OHHH. " Holly answered in surprise - finally getting where you were going with this.

"So...?"

"Yeah - No thanks." Holly curtly replied, diving her nose back into the laptop screen.

What!

"Are you seriously turning ME down." you questioned, not at all expecting that to happen.

"Well if you'd like I could take a walk around town while you take care of yourself - "

"NO! No - that's not necessary. " you mumbled, turning back in your bed and resigning yourself to the fact that the most fun you were going to have in this sleepy town was with going to be with yourself.

That conversation had been 4 days ago, and after a rather chilly walk in the night around this town, you were now fast asleep in your bed. Something about the cold and the dark made you sleep rather a lot. That was till you felt someone straddle your waist.

"Holly?"

Before you could say another word, her lips were on yours, kissing you hard. Woah was this really happening?

"What's going on?" you mumbled, taken a little by surprise at what was going on.

"Shhh. Relax." Holly whispered back, kissing your neck and sliding her hands under your shirt.

"Wait - is this really happening?" You were rather still confused if this was a dream or actually happening.

Holly, clearly impatient and wasn't going to wait long for you to wake up enough, so she decided to go with the quickest way of jolting you up, which was slapping you hard across your face.

SMACK!

"OWW!" you exclaimed in pain, wide awake now, and immediately turned on at the sight of Holly straddling you. Well this is a rather odd way to be turned on. Holly immediately grabbed your shirt and pulled you up and damn was she strong.

"Come on Peck. Can't handle things if they're a little rough?" she smirked cheekily before kissing you again. Doesn't take long till you take over and pin her to the bed as you straddled her.

If you want rough, I'm giving you rough.

It's been 5 days of blissful sex and empty days, you had momentarily forgotten how sexy Holly was, and you painfully tempting she could be. And those 5 days were an amazing blur of moans and passion indeed.

Waking up rather by yourself after a long time, you're a little taken aback that Holly hadn't woken you up as she usually did.

You squint and make out Holly sitting back on her bed, as if she was waiting for you to wake up.

"Helloooooo." you drawled out lazily, still happy from last night's 'fun'.

"Oh good, you're awake." Holly replies, snapping back to reality.

"Yeaahhhh. " you smiled back at her. Till Holly pulled out your Glock from her side and held it straight at your face.

"WOAH! WHAT are you DOING!" you yelled, wide awake now and scrambling up from your bed and away from the line of fire. Holly however just moved the gun till it was aimed back at your face.

"I want to call my mom. Today." she replied, completely cool. You, however are scared out of your wits.

"You would kill me to get to phone your mother?!" you exclaimed, rather nervous about what was happening.

"I am considering it." Holly replied, pressing the trigger slightly, getting you to panic.

"Okay - I'll do my best to - " but that wasn't helping at all as Holly just pressed the trigger harder at that.

"OKAY! OKAY! I'll get you your phone call! " you surrender, not at all liking the idea of being on the other side of the weapon. Hearing that, Holly finally puts the gun back down.

"How did you find it!" you yell, clutching your chest and panting after that scene.

"In the drawer next to the Bible isn't a genius hiding place Gail." Holly chuckled, still toying with the gun at her side. Finally catching your breath and regaining some composure, you sit back on the bed, still a little shaken.

"Remind me to teach you to hold a gun. You would have missed me at point blank and probably hurt yourself." you ramble to her.

"Is that a chance you really want to take? " Holly questions, picking up the gun again and you immediately get back off the bed, ready to duck in case your 'wife' did carry out her threat.

"NO! NO! JUST PUT THE GUN DOWN HOL!" you yell, and Holly just laughed at that.

"You were right. Guns are fun." Holly chuckled, putting the gun back in the drawer and getting up to leave, whilst you were still trying to go over how you were going to pull off phoning your 'mother-in-law.'