Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

Let me calm down...

Request – Reader breaks up the fight between Fred and Jimmy, surprising other wranglers and Kayce then patches her up.

You decided to follow the four wranglers back to the bunkhouse because something just didn't feel right to you. For the whole day, Fred had been hounding Jimmy with snide remarks and barking orders. You had never really enjoyed Fred, but he had been here a while, so you tried to mostly ignore him. Since you were behind them you couldn't really hear what they were saying but you saw Fred kick Jimmy in the back, knocking the younger man down into the dirt.

"Hey!" You yelled jogging up where Fred was punching Jimmy every time Jimmy tried to get up. Ryan and Colby watched from a distance, but even they looked ready to pounce in.

When Fred pulled back to swing again you reached out and grabbed his arm. Fred, surprised, looked back and that's when you had an opportunity and took it...your fist connecting to his cheek. What then surprised you was Fred reaching back with the outside of his fist, knocking you to the ground immediately.

You were small in size, in boots you reached five foot five, and Fred had almost another foot on you. You heard men's voices but couldn't decipher what they were yelling as you looked up at Fred's angry face.

"Bitch," He spat at you, causing more anger to rise in your throat as you kicked your boot up hard...connecting in between Fred's legs.

"Oh shit," Colby whistled as he and Ryan both tried to grab at Fred.

"She might have it actually," Ryan chuckled.

Fred groaned, kneeling in front of you as you leaned back on your elbows. Your cheek was on fire from his hit, but the adrenaline was keeping it at bay for you.

Fred threw both of them off before reaching out and grabbing your boot, dragging you closer, your elbow scratching against the rocks and dirt. Before you could pull back, Fred was thrown to the other side of you, his head hitting the barn.

Rip stood over you, his shoulders drawn back and arms ready to strike.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He snarled at Fred.

You glanced at Fred who hadn't moved from his spot before turning your attention back to Rip.

Rip took his sunglasses off and pointed at Fred. "You just solidified your own fucking fate."

More footsteps made you look over to see Kayce walking up to all of you. If Rip was angry, Kayce was ready to kill as his eyes flashed between you, Rip and Fred.

"Get him out of here," Kayce snapped at Rip, walking over to bend down where you were still on the ground.

When you reached up to take his arms you winced, your arms on fire now too. Kayce took notice and bent even lower, his arms circled your waist and lifting you to your feet.

"Get up," Rip spat at Fred who still didn't move from his fear.

"I said get him the fuck out of here," Kayce snarled as he led you away. He was practically carrying you with how fast he was walking away. He took you into the bunkhouse since it was close and straight to the bathroom. As he locked the door you looked into the mirror.

You'll have a nice bruise tomorrow on your cheek and jaw, which were bright red. Both of your arms had scrapes against when you had been dragged and your hair was a tangled mess.

"Not that working all day doesn't already make me ugly, but I look worse than a newborn pig," You mumbled, pushing your hair back and finally noticing you left your hat outside. Rip would probably grab it for you.