Pleasant Dreams, Rotten Mornings

Bruce and I get to my place

I see the look upon his face.

"Guess, I'll sleep on the floor."

But his raised eyebrow and smirk hinted more.

"Oh, no. You'll sleep in the bed."

My knife suddenly appeared in my hand,

I twirled it, then stabbed it

into the nightstand. "But be forewarned,

Touch me and you'll end up dead."

He chose not to say a word.

On the bed he did recline

I tied his ankle to mine.

Then I heard,

"What's to keep me from getting loose?"

"Go on try it? * I tied it tighter than a noose*

He grumbled when he couldn't get free

"I hate this," he says to me.

"The judge hasn't left

YOU can change your mind."

"Not on your life,"He quickly declined.

"So what's the deal with you and Buck?"

I frowned.

"If you're so tired of being stuck

I suggest you talk to Buck, not me

For it's really Buck who can set you free.

My way is only temporary."

"Pfft, Buck will set me free,"

Bruce said with certainty.

"When I told him what I'd done

He didn't go run, to ask the judge.

You tried to kill him!

You don't think he'll hold a grudge?"

Bruce just shrugged, "He'll come 'roun."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He's makin' a life in town."

"He may not need me anymore

but he'll do the right thing of that I'm sure."

It amazed me he hadn't thought twice.

"To have such faith in someone must be nice."

He smirked, that jerk ...

"Who do you depend on, Lou?"

"Myself!" I said, for it was true

I rolled over, it hurt to say it, though.

"Good night, Marshmallow."

Bruce elbowed me.

But soon enough fell asleep

That's when he started to snore.

A few hours later, I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled him onto his side, rolled over

Up behind me he did slide.

An arm came around my waist

Locking me into place

I thought to carry out my threat

But at 3 am I still hadn't slept yet.

I thought perhaps I'd just enjoy the peace

Since now the snoring ceased.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

It's been awhile since I slept so deep.

I was having the most wonderful dream

But my day was to start with drama it seemed.

A click of gun woke me up at nine.

Along with the words...

"Good Mornin', Sunshine."

Shamus was standin' at the door

Bruce rolled off the bed

taking me with him to the floor.

I was sure to dig in my elbow

As I tried to get up.

"Enjoy spoonin' me wife, Skirt?"

Bruce rubbed the spot I dug in

But looked up with that grin,

"Yup!"

"MEN! Shamus,the knife!"

Bruce eyes widened

I hoped he feared for his life.

With a flick of my wrist I set myself free.

"Not your wife, not anymore

The papers are signed, go see."

From the room Shamus flew

He stared, in wonder

"How could ya do this, Lou?

After all I've said to ya."

"You've taught me words are cheap."

I knew Bruce was listening

though he didn't make a peep.

"You want me back so bad?

I'm the best you've ever had?

Well it's time for you to prove it to me

To remove all doubt with certainty."

He pulled me into his embrace

Kissing me passionately

Until I slapped his face

"You have so much to learn

And I have my keep to earn

You ready, Bruce? It's time to go!"

"You're leaving?! What am I to do now?"

"How the hell should I know?"

But remembering the ad I threw him the Pillar

"I hear the Forge needs a filler?"

With a smirk and grin

I left him. With Bruce close behind.

Bruce gave me that look.

In warning, my head shook,

"Not one word, if you don't mind."