Just Another Job

Cabin in the Woods

"Man, it's like you've never shot a gun before!" Dak exclaimed as he picked off the soldier who was killing me. 

"I've shot ten times as many real guns as you have, which matters in the real world!" I argued, the controller cracking under my tight grip. 

"It's not coming in handy right now though, is it?" He killed the last animated character and dropped his controller on the ground, a triumphant smirk smeared all over his face. 

"Does anyone beat you at this?" I sighed, setting the controller down and sitting up. 

"No," he answered smugly. 

Jo was sitting by herself next to Ian, who had fallen asleep or unconscious, one or the other. She was treating me like a traitor because I wasn't sitting moodily by Ian's side, clutching his hand for dear life. After all, there was no doubt that he would be playing video games if I were in his place. It was why our relationship was so great. 

"Someone's coming," Jo said, sitting up straighter. 

"That'll be Raelin," Dak said, hopping to his feet and ambling to the door. I walked over to Jo, who glared up at me. 

"What?" 

"Your best friend is dying on this table, and you're playing Call of Duty," she whispered, as if Ian could hear us. 

"First of all, dying is incorrect, and you know it. Second of all, sitting here moping with you doesn't solve anything." 

"A little concern would be appreciated," she sniffed. She wanted concern? I would give her concern.

"Oh Ian!" I fell onto his chest, sobbing loudly. "I wish I could do something to help you! I wish I had a fairy godmother who would come to me when I was in distress, because I would tell her to heal you! Do you hear me? I would give up my damn fairy GODMOTHER for you, Ian!" I clutched at his limp arms, crying and mumbling unintelligible words. I stood up and looked at Jo, wiping fake tears away from my eyes. 

"Are you finished?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest. 

"Do I need to show more devotion? I thought the godmother thing was pretty good." 

"Just sit down before I start throwing things at you." 

Dak came over with a short, brunette girl. "Hey guys, this is Raelyn." 

Jo and I both stood up as soon as her scent reached us. "A wolf?" Jo hissed at me. 

I shrugged. "I didn't think to ask." 

"Pleased to meet you both," Raelin said, pushing in between us to get to Ian. His eyes had fluttered open as soon as he caught a whiff of her. She turned to look at us incredulously. "This wolf is your friend?" 

"In the loosest definition of the term," Jo muttered. 

"Yes, Ian and I have worked together for years," I explained. She shook her head as she examined the bullet hole in his chest. 

"And here I thought that mine and Dak's friendship was something unique. I guess cats and dogs tolerating each other's company isn't such a stretch. Sometimes," she added, taking tools out of her bag. 

"What's your name?" she asked Jo, not looking away from her bag. 

"Jo." 

"Well Jo, can you handle blood?" 

"I can," I interjected. 

"Didn't ask you," Raelin said without missing a beat. "If you're as close to him as you say, I want you out of the cabin. I can see that there is no love lost between Jo and Ian, so I want her to stay. Got it?"