What Goes Around Comes Around - Part 3
Some music for the mood
"What's in the bags, Rome? And what are those books?"
Rome was … sitting closest to the door…
… books down in front of me, and unzipped the duffles.
Guns.
My eyes went from excited to terrified in about .12 seconds. I felt like running, especially because he pretty much looked like that I had to help him. I could hear him say something but I didn’t get what.
"Easy, easy," Rome told me, gentle, but firm. "We're just going to clean them… Here, look, I think these books have manuals and diagrams and crap. Guns are kinda totally awesome on the inside. We're just gonna take them apart and take a look. Get to know them. 'Know thy enemy,' right, Chiquita?" he winked.
I was first very excited to play a game with Rome, after I was sure it didn’t include us naked which would have been possible… the library… her safe place but his not really…
…“Rome I think, I...”
He had grabbed my wrist …
“Rome please.” I actually had tears in her eyes. “Can’t I just take the books …” …he would never let anything happen to me… Defeated I dropped my head and moved a couple of inches closer to Rome. …“We just clean them, promise?” asked I sheepish.
"Absolutely, chica," he smiled reassuringly, and drew out his .44. "We'll start with this one. The Desert Eagle .44 Magnum. The one that by all rights should have blown my arm off, but the water dampened the shot I guess, so here I am. Push this little button on the side here--" the magazine clattered to the ground, "and the magazine comes out. I told you how to load one of these, right? Eight rounds in this one. But remember, just because the magazine's out, doesn't mean it's not loaded."
"I know, Rome," I snapped, somewhat irritated. "There could be one in the chamber."
"That's right. You'll have to pull the barrel back for me, though, handicapped as I am today...."
I narrowed my eyes skeptically at the weapon, and then at him.
"Come on," he said, more big brother than drill sergeant… "Do you want to sit on my lap?" he teased.
He was surprised when I moved forward and sat in between his legs.
"Uh. Okay… Good… So, slide the barrel back--" I did so, rather expertly for being a girl about these things, and, sure enough, a bullet fell out. "Awesome. Now it's empty. … you don't want dead--I mean, uh, you know, under normal circumstances. …"
… "… We are going to shapeshift this mother."
"What?" Now my curiosity was piqued. "You can't--how can you do that? You're going to turn it into a crossbow or something?"
Rome laughed. "You'll see. But first we have to clean it, okay? Where's that little screwdriver....Here." He handed it to me. “You're good at figuring this hardware crap out, so I'm gonna let you field-strip it without me telling you what to do."
… "I'll help you if you need me to, but look, I thought you were the smart one, huh?" he teased, gentle enough that I wouldn't snap…
“I am the smart one.” I said a bit sullen, but actually smiling a tiny bit…
“Can I break anything?” I looked shy at him.
“No.”
… “What now?”
"Awesome. See, here, um," … "There's the diagram. So the Eagle works a little different from most handguns. It has a gas-operated mechanism, like in a rifle, rather than your, like, blow-back design. …" he said, pointing to … the book:…
… I looked back and forth between the physical pieces and the book, curious in spite of myself. Rome did a small victory dance inside his head.
"Now here comes the crappy part," Rome said, watching my face pale…
"But--" I began, assuming the worst, but he threw a towel at her face …
"Now we get to clean."
“Oh.” I looked surprised and relieved… “… I and um someone were inventing those dead men’s blood filled bullet thingies.”
She felt bad for bringing it up, she never planned to mention Raws to Rome …
… "Psh, yeah, leave it to my moronic brother to scar you even more!" …
Rome looked at me, to get a gauge on how I was doing. I appeared to be doing fine, maybe even relaxed a little…
"… you put it back together … work the magic!" Rome's eyes shimmered. "It's like a transformer …" Rome produced a bullet. "This is the .44 caliber round, that my Eagle normally takes. This is a .50 cal…"
…"Check it," he grinned. "Now put that puppy together for me. And congratulations, chica, you're building a different gun than you started out with!"
I looked at the new pieces. “Um, wait I’m not using the parts I just cleaned? So why did I clean them.” I turned around to look at Rome.
Rome laughed. “You want them clean so they don't rust if you ever want to switch back. Why do you wash clothes you're not going to wear tomorrow? Because you want them clean the next time you do.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are mean. I meant the question seriously. Don’t make fun of me, I’m really trying here.”
I started slowly putting the gun back together with the new pieces, slowly and checking once in a while the book next to me.
"And I meant the answer seriously," Rome replied, confused for a moment before he remembered: Ah. Yeah. Forgot. Recalibrate to allow for crazy and...
"I know you're trying," he added. "And you're doing a good job. I'm proud of you. Not that I'd expect anything less," he said, grinning at me fondly… "I mean, it's not like even you could screw this up," he teased.
"Hey!" I shouted, "It's not smart to tease a girl who's holding a gun!"
Rome laughed. "Nahh, I'm not worried, we already know you're a lousy shot. You totally had a chance to take me out and you missed! I was like three feet in front of you and you barely...ow! Hey!" Rome yelped and fell back to escape the reach of my fist. "Hey, hey, injured guy here, remember?" He pleaded, laughing, trying to stop my raining blows down on him with his one free hand.
I grinned… “You are a jerk, do you know that?”
Rome laughed. “Yeah I heard that one before.”
I turned my attention back to the gun in her hand. I looked at the book again but it didn’t help me to figure out where to put some kind of little pin. I bit on my lower lip and tried to find a place for it.
“That’s the firing pin.”
“I know that, just looking for...”
I blushed a little. I had really no idea where it belonged. I looked a little helpless at Rome.
“There is no such thing as left over pieces I guess right?”
"And you'd be right," Rome held out his hand for the weapon and I handed it to him. He pointed the weapon at the light and pulled the trigger.
I flinched, but nothing happened, and Rome laughed.
"Okay, and that was gun not-safety 101, but if the firing pin's not in there, thing won't fire. And this one's kinda tricky, and in fact, I think you're sitting on the--" Rome lifted my feet and produced another small piece of equipment, "firing pin spring. All these little guys fit together." Rome opened the gun back up and struggled to put it back together one-handed before handing it off to me again. "Urgh, see, can't do it, now you understand why I'm pissed? Look, see, the pin goes inside the spring and through the stop, and then you hold it together until it..."
But I had already flicked the thing together like it was a baby's Transformer toy.
Rome laughed, a little surprised, but then, not so surprised. "Oh, look at me," he whined in a sarcastic falsetto, "Miss scared-of-guns, and I don't know how they work and ooh, Rome, help me, I'm so dumb and can't do anything, waah, waah--OW!" Rome recoiled his leg where I had socked him in the shin and rubbed the offended area.
“Be glad it was just your shin and not your nuts. So is this one done, now? How do I know I put it back the right way together?” I grinned at him.
I put the gun very slowly and careful on the floor pointing away from us, and then turned around to him. My grin got even wider. “And that’s for making me do this.” I giggled and started tickling him. Which was so easy since he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
… I fed him the perfect line for him to say, "well, we take it outside and shoot with it, of course!"
And then I jumped on him… tickling him.
… I found that sweet spot on his sides… His body jerked, spasmed… but he was laughing.
"Whoa, wait, what're you doing? Ahh! No, wait, lemme up!"
Now he was on the floor, on his back, and I was on top of him, and he was still laughing and quickly getting too weak to push me off of him--which, since I weighed all of ninety pounds, was pretty sad.
"Hey, stop! No fair! Injured guy! Ow, ow, ooh, hee, hee hee haha ow!"
… when the door banged open, and we both froze. It took us a moment to realize how awkward this must look.
His eyes tracked up the long legs of the intruder … until he was grinning up the skirt of Alyson Wesson, who was frowning and had her arms folded.
"Gross, you two, get a room."
"Ugh, no!" Rome exclaimed, reclaiming his strength enough to shove me off of him. "She started it!"
…"Just...don't do anything stupid, okay? …"
…When Aly was gone, Rome tugged on a lock of my hair. "Look, see what you did? Now you got me in trouble!" he scolded, without any shred of seriousness.
I grinned, “So you don’t like your girls on top, huh?”
"Oh, I love girls any which way, chica, I'm not a fussy man, you know that!" Rome grinned sleazily, -I knew what he was thinking of- trying to wipe his mind of the mental image of him doing the no-pants-dance with me.
I helped him up when I looked on the gun again. “How do we know I put it back together right and it works? I… I mean… we don't have to try it, do we?" I looked worried at Rome. "I-I have to admit that they are interesting in the inside, but I did shoot with it you know just 4 days ago. And you know what it just worked fine. So fine that I even saw some blood.”
The smile was gone from my face. “I’m sorry I know you try to help, and I’m such a baby about it. Come on let’s get you on the couch and maybe a shirt you get cold and just were sick.”
… when I suddenly waxed pitiful, he knew he'd pushed me pretty hard today, and brought me into a close embrace. "I'm sorry you're a baby, too," he couldn't resist joking, before, "but I'm proud of you… being brave is. It's being a pussy about something but not letting anyone know. So, like, you're half-way there," he laughed. "Seriously, though, I am proud of you." He didn't look at me when he said it…
"Okay," he said, straightening and turning back to me. "What's this? Resting on the couch? Clothes? Chicken noodle soup? Playing Halo until four in the morning?"
…I beamed at him. “… now couch for you, I’ll get you soup and clothes. And I want some real food, like a sandwich or burger. So come on.”
Some music for the mood
"What's in the bags, Rome? And what are those books?"
Rome was … sitting closest to the door…
… books down in front of me, and unzipped the duffles.
Guns.
My eyes went from excited to terrified in about .12 seconds. I felt like running, especially because he pretty much looked like that I had to help him. I could hear him say something but I didn’t get what.
"Easy, easy," Rome told me, gentle, but firm. "We're just going to clean them… Here, look, I think these books have manuals and diagrams and crap. Guns are kinda totally awesome on the inside. We're just gonna take them apart and take a look. Get to know them. 'Know thy enemy,' right, Chiquita?" he winked.
I was first very excited to play a game with Rome, after I was sure it didn’t include us naked which would have been possible… the library… her safe place but his not really…
…“Rome I think, I...”
He had grabbed my wrist …
“Rome please.” I actually had tears in her eyes. “Can’t I just take the books …” …he would never let anything happen to me… Defeated I dropped my head and moved a couple of inches closer to Rome. …“We just clean them, promise?” asked I sheepish.
"Absolutely, chica," he smiled reassuringly, and drew out his .44. "We'll start with this one. The Desert Eagle .44 Magnum. The one that by all rights should have blown my arm off, but the water dampened the shot I guess, so here I am. Push this little button on the side here--" the magazine clattered to the ground, "and the magazine comes out. I told you how to load one of these, right? Eight rounds in this one. But remember, just because the magazine's out, doesn't mean it's not loaded."
"I know, Rome," I snapped, somewhat irritated. "There could be one in the chamber."
"That's right. You'll have to pull the barrel back for me, though, handicapped as I am today...."
I narrowed my eyes skeptically at the weapon, and then at him.
"Come on," he said, more big brother than drill sergeant… "Do you want to sit on my lap?" he teased.
He was surprised when I moved forward and sat in between his legs.
"Uh. Okay… Good… So, slide the barrel back--" I did so, rather expertly for being a girl about these things, and, sure enough, a bullet fell out. "Awesome. Now it's empty. … you don't want dead--I mean, uh, you know, under normal circumstances. …"
… "… We are going to shapeshift this mother."
"What?" Now my curiosity was piqued. "You can't--how can you do that? You're going to turn it into a crossbow or something?"
Rome laughed. "You'll see. But first we have to clean it, okay? Where's that little screwdriver....Here." He handed it to me. “You're good at figuring this hardware crap out, so I'm gonna let you field-strip it without me telling you what to do."
… "I'll help you if you need me to, but look, I thought you were the smart one, huh?" he teased, gentle enough that I wouldn't snap…
“I am the smart one.” I said a bit sullen, but actually smiling a tiny bit…
“Can I break anything?” I looked shy at him.
“No.”
… “What now?”
"Awesome. See, here, um," … "There's the diagram. So the Eagle works a little different from most handguns. It has a gas-operated mechanism, like in a rifle, rather than your, like, blow-back design. …" he said, pointing to … the book:…
… I looked back and forth between the physical pieces and the book, curious in spite of myself. Rome did a small victory dance inside his head.
"Now here comes the crappy part," Rome said, watching my face pale…
"But--" I began, assuming the worst, but he threw a towel at her face …
"Now we get to clean."
“Oh.” I looked surprised and relieved… “… I and um someone were inventing those dead men’s blood filled bullet thingies.”
She felt bad for bringing it up, she never planned to mention Raws to Rome …
… "Psh, yeah, leave it to my moronic brother to scar you even more!" …
Rome looked at me, to get a gauge on how I was doing. I appeared to be doing fine, maybe even relaxed a little…
"… you put it back together … work the magic!" Rome's eyes shimmered. "It's like a transformer …" Rome produced a bullet. "This is the .44 caliber round, that my Eagle normally takes. This is a .50 cal…"
…"Check it," he grinned. "Now put that puppy together for me. And congratulations, chica, you're building a different gun than you started out with!"
I looked at the new pieces. “Um, wait I’m not using the parts I just cleaned? So why did I clean them.” I turned around to look at Rome.
Rome laughed. “You want them clean so they don't rust if you ever want to switch back. Why do you wash clothes you're not going to wear tomorrow? Because you want them clean the next time you do.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are mean. I meant the question seriously. Don’t make fun of me, I’m really trying here.”
I started slowly putting the gun back together with the new pieces, slowly and checking once in a while the book next to me.
"And I meant the answer seriously," Rome replied, confused for a moment before he remembered: Ah. Yeah. Forgot. Recalibrate to allow for crazy and...
"I know you're trying," he added. "And you're doing a good job. I'm proud of you. Not that I'd expect anything less," he said, grinning at me fondly… "I mean, it's not like even you could screw this up," he teased.
"Hey!" I shouted, "It's not smart to tease a girl who's holding a gun!"
Rome laughed. "Nahh, I'm not worried, we already know you're a lousy shot. You totally had a chance to take me out and you missed! I was like three feet in front of you and you barely...ow! Hey!" Rome yelped and fell back to escape the reach of my fist. "Hey, hey, injured guy here, remember?" He pleaded, laughing, trying to stop my raining blows down on him with his one free hand.
I grinned… “You are a jerk, do you know that?”
Rome laughed. “Yeah I heard that one before.”
I turned my attention back to the gun in her hand. I looked at the book again but it didn’t help me to figure out where to put some kind of little pin. I bit on my lower lip and tried to find a place for it.
“That’s the firing pin.”
“I know that, just looking for...”
I blushed a little. I had really no idea where it belonged. I looked a little helpless at Rome.
“There is no such thing as left over pieces I guess right?”
"And you'd be right," Rome held out his hand for the weapon and I handed it to him. He pointed the weapon at the light and pulled the trigger.
I flinched, but nothing happened, and Rome laughed.
"Okay, and that was gun not-safety 101, but if the firing pin's not in there, thing won't fire. And this one's kinda tricky, and in fact, I think you're sitting on the--" Rome lifted my feet and produced another small piece of equipment, "firing pin spring. All these little guys fit together." Rome opened the gun back up and struggled to put it back together one-handed before handing it off to me again. "Urgh, see, can't do it, now you understand why I'm pissed? Look, see, the pin goes inside the spring and through the stop, and then you hold it together until it..."
But I had already flicked the thing together like it was a baby's Transformer toy.
Rome laughed, a little surprised, but then, not so surprised. "Oh, look at me," he whined in a sarcastic falsetto, "Miss scared-of-guns, and I don't know how they work and ooh, Rome, help me, I'm so dumb and can't do anything, waah, waah--OW!" Rome recoiled his leg where I had socked him in the shin and rubbed the offended area.
“Be glad it was just your shin and not your nuts. So is this one done, now? How do I know I put it back the right way together?” I grinned at him.
I put the gun very slowly and careful on the floor pointing away from us, and then turned around to him. My grin got even wider. “And that’s for making me do this.” I giggled and started tickling him. Which was so easy since he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
… I fed him the perfect line for him to say, "well, we take it outside and shoot with it, of course!"
And then I jumped on him… tickling him.
… I found that sweet spot on his sides… His body jerked, spasmed… but he was laughing.
"Whoa, wait, what're you doing? Ahh! No, wait, lemme up!"
Now he was on the floor, on his back, and I was on top of him, and he was still laughing and quickly getting too weak to push me off of him--which, since I weighed all of ninety pounds, was pretty sad.
"Hey, stop! No fair! Injured guy! Ow, ow, ooh, hee, hee hee haha ow!"
… when the door banged open, and we both froze. It took us a moment to realize how awkward this must look.
His eyes tracked up the long legs of the intruder … until he was grinning up the skirt of Alyson Wesson, who was frowning and had her arms folded.
"Gross, you two, get a room."
"Ugh, no!" Rome exclaimed, reclaiming his strength enough to shove me off of him. "She started it!"
…"Just...don't do anything stupid, okay? …"
…When Aly was gone, Rome tugged on a lock of my hair. "Look, see what you did? Now you got me in trouble!" he scolded, without any shred of seriousness.
I grinned, “So you don’t like your girls on top, huh?”
"Oh, I love girls any which way, chica, I'm not a fussy man, you know that!" Rome grinned sleazily, -I knew what he was thinking of- trying to wipe his mind of the mental image of him doing the no-pants-dance with me.
I helped him up when I looked on the gun again. “How do we know I put it back together right and it works? I… I mean… we don't have to try it, do we?" I looked worried at Rome. "I-I have to admit that they are interesting in the inside, but I did shoot with it you know just 4 days ago. And you know what it just worked fine. So fine that I even saw some blood.”
The smile was gone from my face. “I’m sorry I know you try to help, and I’m such a baby about it. Come on let’s get you on the couch and maybe a shirt you get cold and just were sick.”
… when I suddenly waxed pitiful, he knew he'd pushed me pretty hard today, and brought me into a close embrace. "I'm sorry you're a baby, too," he couldn't resist joking, before, "but I'm proud of you… being brave is. It's being a pussy about something but not letting anyone know. So, like, you're half-way there," he laughed. "Seriously, though, I am proud of you." He didn't look at me when he said it…
"Okay," he said, straightening and turning back to me. "What's this? Resting on the couch? Clothes? Chicken noodle soup? Playing Halo until four in the morning?"
…I beamed at him. “… now couch for you, I’ll get you soup and clothes. And I want some real food, like a sandwich or burger. So come on.”
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