A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Disgusting?

Panic had first taken the drowning Bounty Hunter, but then he gaged on water, gave a scream, and then fell into a lulled silence. He had let the darkness consume him and he was at peace.

Without warning the darkness faded, and he opened his eyes, to find Valkyrie mouth to mouth with him. He sat up at once, coughing and sputtering and screaming insults. "Eww! You fucking ass hole! You fucking dirty fucking son of a fucking bitch! Fuck you! Get the fuck away from me!" Lincoln screamed, gasping for breath.

"You really can't swim," Valkyrie huffed, not seeming the slightest bit upset that he had t revive Lincoln.

"No you fucking imbecile!" Lincoln screamed falling to his side and curling into a ball. He was freezing, and his body felt like lead. The sun wasn't even high enough to warm him.

"We can call it early today." Valkyrie said then picked Lincoln up. The small Bounty Hunter didn't respond. "I'll take you home."

"Let me go you bastard!" He snarled, but was unable to struggle. He was too cold. His body too numb.

It was so early in the morning that hardly anyone even was in the streets, and thankfully no one paid them any attention. To Lincolns disbelief and anger, it seemed Valkyrie knew exactly where he lived.

"What the fuck are you a stalker!?"

"Oh, keep it down, no I'm not. I have my ways, I know this city like the back of my hand," the massive warrior growled, picking out the exact warehouse and heading straight for it. "Besides you know your own good share of were people live."

Lincoln blacked out with a vicious cough. He was going to need a few recovery days. His lungs had been filled with water, his body was deprived, and he was hurting. Stupid, dumb, Valkyrie.

****

When the Bounty Hunter awoke, there was a fire blazing in the fire place, and he was tucked in bed. His lungs ached, and he struggled for breath. There was already mucus developing. Stupid, fucking, Valkyrie. Worst of all he was freezing, even though he had been changed into dry cloths.

It took his eyes just a second longer to find the massive warrior sprawled out on his couch sleeping. "Gah! Ass hole!" he screeched making the brute jump to his feet, Get off my couch!"

"You sound like shit," the warrior replied crossing his arms. His cloths were wrinkled and at odd ends, showing they had dried awkwardly.

"You fucking threw me in a dirty ass pond, in the cool air of dawn when there had been frost on the ground!" Lincoln snarled, "Of course I sound like shit! Now I'm going to have to take a few sick days!"

Valkyrie sighed, "I apologize. I thought you could actually swim."

"Well you were fucking wrong!" The Bounty Hunter's voice choked and gurgled off. Valkyrie rolled his eyes, before heading to the small kitchen. Lincoln steamed while he was away--this man had no right to be in his house, no right to be wandering around, and no right to....be caring for him! Sure enough the warrior appeared a few minutes later with some steaming hot tea. Lincoln sputtering in anger but didn't say anything as Valkyrie sat at the foot of his bed, and held out the saucer and cup.

"What are you doing?" Lincoln snarled, struggling to sit up, when the warrior scooted closer, upon Bounty Hunter not taking the tea.

"Oh hush up, you stubborn mule." Lincoln stared at the idiot for a good long minute. Did jack-ass Valkyrie just...just talk to him in a caring tone?!

"Okay, you better start talking, why are you really here?" The smaller man snapped after another good minute of thinking. The king had said this man had contacted him. Various other details also were starting to look very weird as well.

"Well..." Valkyrie replied, "It's gonna sound weird now, but I'm a fae warrior, I'm not immortal though."

"Uh?" Lincoln responded rolling his eyes.

The warrior gave a heavy sigh, as he shoved the tea into Lincoln's hands. "Perhaps isn't the best time to tell you now."

"Well you're a pain in my ass, and according to the king, I'm stuck with you until he approves, so just throw it at me--I don't care."

Again Valkyrie looked hurt, "I...I....I finally found you. You're my match."

"And what the hell is that?"

"My mate," Valkyrie responded and looked at the floor, "So please, stop rejecting me."

Lincoln spit out his hot tea, making it fly all over the room, it stained the rug and some of his bedsheets. "Excuse me!? I'm not gay!" He choked.