Skeleton Keys

Hit and Run

Shera's Pov:

Shera opened her eyes and realized immediately she wasn't in her room. She sat up and looked around. The walls... The decor... The cluttered desk in the corner. Cluttered desk? Shera mentally hit herself. She realized she was in First Mate Boris's room. "How did I get in here?" Shera wondered aloud. "I brought ya in here." Shera jumped. Then, she saw Boris. He was carrying a tray with food on it and walking towards the bed she was on. He set the tray down in front of her on the bed. "This be fer me?" Shera asked, looking at Boris carefully. Boris nodded. Shera began to eat, realizing how hungry she really was. After a few bites of toast, Shera decided to ask Boris. "How come ye brought me in here?" She asked, looking at the young wolf. He smiled sheepishly. "Well, ya had gotten drunk and.... Er... Um... Anyway, ya passed out after a while. I brought ya here 'cause when the dinner ended, most of the vile pirates were still drunk. I feared fer what they might try ta do ta ye." Shera smiled sweetly at Boris. "That was very thoughtful of ye... Thank ya." Boris suddenly turned red as a tomato. "I-I.... Er.... Ye... Ah.... I..." The wolf tried desperately to respond. Shera laughed, she couldn't help it. He is fairly cute... Wow... I suppose I do like 'em a bit. Shera thought to herself as she watched Boris fidget. Then, she remembered Boris never mentioned what she had done after she got drunk. "Boris... Ya never told me what I did after I got drunk." She said, looking directly at him. Boris moved his eyes away from hers. "Ya don't wanna know what ya decided ta do..." He said quietly. Now Shera was concerned. "Did I hurt ye?" Boris looked up quickly and shook his head. "No, no. Nothin' like that... It's just..." Shera gently held Boris's hand. "Please tell me... It won't change our friendship." Boris smiled slightly. "Alright... I hadn't realized ya were drinkin'. Then, suddenly, ya started askin' me all these weird questions and kept gettin' closer and closer ta me. I smelled yer breath and that's when I realized ya were drunk... Ya climbed onto me... I found I couldn't get away unless I hurt ye... I wasn't gonna do that... Ya pinned me down and kissed me. Ya would pull away ta give me air, then kiss me again.... It was a fair amount of time before ye finally passed out and I was set free..." Boris's smile was gone and he looked away. Shera's eyes widened. "And ya didn't try ta talk me out of it?!" She asked, completely shocked. Boris shook his head. "I did... Ya was too drunk ta want ta listen.." Shera looked down and saw she was still holding Boris's hand. She gently squeezed it. She looked up and Boris looked at her. She smiled at him. "What I did when I was drunk, that doesn't matter... It's what I do when I'm sober." She said gently as she moved closer to Boris. The young wolf seemed very unsure. "Ya be sure ya want this? What if ya-" Shera cut him off by kissing him gently. To her surprise, he kissed back. After a minute, Shera pulled away. "No 'what if's'. Only hopes." Boris smiled at her and hugged her. "I love ya, Boris." Shera said quietly. "Love ya too, Shera."

I know, I know... It's just, Shera's my O.C. and I've never successfully shipped her with Boris before.

Sorry if anyone doesn't like it.... I'll change it....