Accidental Partners in Crime

Chapter 13: Holy Shitballs

Sera's POV

"Stop smiling like the cat who's got the canary and let's just get this over with." I say weakly and force myself to walk to the shitty outhouse.

Jack leans against the side of the small building groaning.

"Aww does someone have a booboo? Do you want me to kiss it for you?" I ask sarcastically.

"I doubt getting your lipstick on my bullet wound will help girly." He replies and adds. "A reminder that I was trained to kill people and there is no one here to see me."

I shudder and open the door of the outhouse. I hesitantly step in and Jack follows.

"Why are we here?"

"Shhhh firecracker."

"You know I really don't like your nicknames for me."

"And I really don't like you calling me Jackass."

"What else should I call you?"

"Owl."

I snort and Jackass narrows his eyebrows. I raise my own in a silent challenge and he rolls his eyes and turns to the wall. He runs his hand along it until he suddenly stops and presses.

I'm about to ask him if he's alright in the head, even though I already know the answer, but before I can get sassy the floor shakes. Then it starts sinking.

Jack's POV

I watch Sera's face as she looks all around the room we had decended into. I admit it is really beautiful. All of the house is consisted of one room. The kitchen is to the left full with counters, overhead cubards, the whole shebang. The living room had a couch and a chair hanging from the ceiling with a book self and a TV. The bedroom had a king bed and nightstands on each side and a dresser. Then the best part of the whole place. There was a gaint window covering one wall. Behind the glass was the lake next to us.

I smile at Sera. I love this shocked face on her. I reach over and close her mouth for her. "You're gonna catch flies, firecracker."

She glares at me and runs over and jumps onto the bed.

"Oh Sera dearest?" She grunts a reply. "I can't get this bullet out of my thigh by myself so get your butt off my bed and get it over here."

She sighs then follows my instructions. I go into the kitchen and sit on the dining table.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom." I point at the door behind her. "Fetch."

She growls at me and mumbles as she walks away, "Someone's grouchy when shot."

She returns a minute later with it in her hands. She sets it on the table beside me and says, "Take off your pants."

When I hesitate she adds, "Or I'll take them off for you."

I grumble as I slide off jeans Greg had given me. The motion opens up the wound agian and Sera quickly grabs a nearby towel and presses it against my thigh. I groan and she shoots me a look promising more pain if I even think about complaining.

Once I relax she reaches into the box and pulls out alcohol rub. She gently removes the towel and pours the alcohol onto it. I want to scream as she presses it against my leg again. But I don't. I bite the inside of my cheek and tighten my hold on the table.

After what seems like hours she takes off the towel again and puts it down next to the first aid kit. Sera takes out bandages and raps it around my thigh multiple times before securing it with medical tape.

The whole time her face is as serious as death.

As she cleans up I ask her, "Where and when in the hell did you learn to do all of this."

She stiffens at the question before answering, "Let's just say I had to do it a couple times to myself."

I shake my head. One day Seraphina. One day I will figure you out.

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Cinderella.

After a while spent arguing we finally decided on Cinderella as our movie.

When I had told Sera that I had never seen it her eyes grew to the size of the moon and she made the choice for us mumbling to herself that it was a sin not to have watched Cinderella.

As much as I hate to admit it, I am really into this movie. Way too much into it for a 20 year old killer should be.

I'm laying down across the couch so my leg can heal better and Sera is taking the hanging chair. I can't help but catch her looking over at me and smiling at my awestruck face.

At the end Cinderella and Prince What's his face drive off in a carriage and they of course live happily ever after. I want to clap for the movie and give it a standing ovation but Sera interrupts my happy self saying, "I like the original ending better."

"What's the original ending?"

"The stepsisters cut off their toes and heels in order to fit into the glass slipper but the prince notices the blood so their plan fails and at Cinderella's wedding doves come and pick out their eyes."

I grimace at the story. "You're the only one who likes that ending."

Sera rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

"Want another movie but this time I get to pick it out?" I ask hopefully.

She simply shakes her head and gets up. I watch her as she crosses the room and falls onto the bed.

"Firecracker? Hate to disturb you but I need to sleep on the bed because of my mortal wound." I say breaking the peacefull silence.

She groans and slowly raises from the bed and yanks me to my feet making me wince in pain. She practically drags me to the bed and mumbles how much of a baby I am. She faceplants both of us in the mattress and passes out before we hit the pillows. I sigh.

In a couple minutes she starts snoring again.

I follow her into sleep with my arm around her.

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FFOTD: The first picture ever taken could be classified as a selfie since the camera was taking a picture of itself through a series of mirrors.