[[ oom : wheelsy, south carolina ]]

[itwasjustified]

[ "I really need you to tell me exactly what the hell is goin' on." ]



Raylan wakes in a vacuum.

He lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, and takes silent stock of himself.

He's in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. These sweats aren't his. His head feels like a bag of cotton balls left to dry-rot in Death Valley, and the rest of him is hardly any better.

He has no idea where his boots are, let alone his gun.

He gets up, keeping his movements slow and quiet, but the bed creaks in spite of his efforts.

A few long minutes later, he limps out of the bedroom, and shuffles toward the unmistakable smell of coffee.

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[justdidntseeit]

Her jaw sets.

"That's not fair, Bill. You walk in there the same way I do, without any kind of magic or special powers. All bets are off for both of us, badge or no badge."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I'm not tryin' to be fair. I'm bein' realistic."

And protective.

"All I want to do is assess the situation first, an' all I'm askin' is for you to give me the chance t'do that before you do anything."

If it's too dangerous he'll of course keep her out, but he understands how much she has in Milliways, and how hard it is not knowing what's going on there.

[justdidntseeit]

"Are you really asking? Because it sounds a lot like an order."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He takes a step back, and his hand falls to his side.

"I'd order if I thought you'd listen, so I guess I'm askin'."

[justdidntseeit]

"Okay," she says, her expression softening.

"Thank you."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Exhaling a quiet breath, he nods then studies her.

"So what're you gonna do?"

[justdidntseeit]

"The only thing we can do, sheriff."

She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving Bill's.

"Play it by ear."