DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. "The Magnificent Seven" belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’d be a happy woman if Vin belonged to me.....but no such luck. I have not made any profit out of writing this, so please don’t sue me. It would not be worth your while.
Response to the Vin Fanfic and Discussion Group Dec 2008 Finish the Story Challenge.
The door closed behind him with a loud bang, causing him to jump. The sound was so final, yet he knew all he need do was turn the knob and walk back in to the room where his family waited, but was he prepared to do that just yet? A swirl of emotions fought for prominence as he thought back to the words he had spoken, and the subsequent reaction, prior to his swift departure.
Vin stared at the beauty of Four Corners that rolled out in front of him as far as the eye could see. The peace out there was a stark contrast to the hostility he’d just caused with his announcement. He could hear the boys arguing from this side of the closed door.
With a sigh, Vin strode to one of the chairs on the verandah and dropped into it. He leaned forward, elbows on knees and sank his chin into his hands accompanied by an audible groan.
It was his decision to make. This wasn’t a decision for the team... or even for his family, because by God, they had become his family.
His final comment rung in his ears. His business he’d said. Of course, his business was their business... he wasn’t sure at what point it had become so but... he wasn’t really complaining. He was grateful they cared enough to try and make him change his mind but this was his decision. And his mind was well and truly made up.
It wasn’t as if he’d made the decision lightly. He’d weighed up the pros and cons, his own tolerance for pain etc. He understood that the boys wanted to look after him but this was his decision and he was happy to pay the consequences.
The door to his left swung open with such ferocity it almost left its hinges. A beast from hell appeared.
Vin rose to his feet. “Larabee...”
“Tanner, you are going to the dentist!”
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© July 2008 Aussie Lass. : This relates only to the creative property in this story. The distinctive way the story unfolds, the specific dialogue and unique situations are mine. I acknowledge that some of the characters and settings belong to the owners of "The Magnificent Seven" and I thank them sincerely for turning a blind eye so I can borrow them. (g) No infrigement of copyright was intended and no profit has been made from this story... so, please don't sue me. It wouldn't be worth your while.