Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-09-25 11:00 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-09-25 11:00 pm
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OOM: Room #100 - Visit from Bill, following fight with Ramon
[A few days after this:]
Kate isn't expecting company. Of course, she never is, when Doc already happens to be in the room with her. So when there comes a light, but steady, knock at her door this morning, they exchange glances.
Doc signals to her to step away from the doorway, taking quiet steps over to where he left his holster the night before. He quickly withdraws his Colt, and silently moves toward the door.
"Who is it?" he calls gruffly, while Kate waits on the other side of her desk, back pressed against the wall and sixshooter in her hand.
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Kate isn't expecting company. Of course, she never is, when Doc already happens to be in the room with her. So when there comes a light, but steady, knock at her door this morning, they exchange glances.
Doc signals to her to step away from the doorway, taking quiet steps over to where he left his holster the night before. He quickly withdraws his Colt, and silently moves toward the door.
"Who is it?" he calls gruffly, while Kate waits on the other side of her desk, back pressed against the wall and sixshooter in her hand.
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She turns her head until she can see him -- not his reflection -- out of the corner of her eye.
"That so? You troublemaker; you're settin' t'mess up my makeup, is what you're plannin' t'do."
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"I'd kiss you, but I'd get that lipstick all over my lips and I'm afraid that shade'a red just ain't my color," he teases.
Of course, he's not entirely teasing when he leans in and briefly brushes his lips against hers.
"You'll fix this."
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Twisting an arm around, she wipes the tiny smudge of red from his lips with her thumb.
"I hope so."
All she wants is to ensure her friends will be safe. If she can do that one little thing, then maybe her life will not have been such the utter failure she fears it has become.
She gently nuzzles Doc's cheek, letting her temple rest against his. She squeezes his hand, as if to reassure him.
"An' you'll back me up."
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No matter what.
He interlaces their fingers and gently squeezes her hand in response.
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"Right, then. Let's go."
She'll fix this.
Even if it's the last thing she does.