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Homecoming 6

Title: Bonding time

Word Count: 2309 (Small i know){sarcasm}

Warnings: Violence

A/N: Bet you weren’t expecting a chapter tonight. Neither was I. I just realized my document on google doc was five pages long and decided better post it now.

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

“Little Van der Linde.” Mr. Strauss said as he walked up to Henry and you one day.

“Which one?” Henry asked.

“You. I need help but I can’t find Herr Morgan anywhere. Can you go collect debts from this list of people?” He handed Henry a sheet of paper.

“I’m not sure… Henry is not very intimidating.” you joked as Henry bumped your shoulder.

“Just because of what my dear sister just said I will gladly do this for you.” Strauss smiled and walked away. “Well, I better be off.”

You followed him to Lightning as he checked his saddlebag. “Look at you, big brother, growing into the outlaw life?”

“When I went out with Dutch the other day he said some things that really seemed to speak to me. I think I want to give this…” He looked back at the camp. “New ‘family’ a chance.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Now when can I start robbin’?” You asked.

“Never. I think you should stay out of gang stuff, I’ll be such to voice my opinions to Dutch… and Arthur.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” you threatened in a sweet voice.

“Try me.” He smirked taking off.

As he rode out you noticed Arthur’s grey Kentucky saddler coming in. You started to wave but you saw he wasn’t alone. A blond man on a Missouri fox trotter. He had a long mustache and seemed to have a face that just made a person hate him.

Arthur saw you and immediately perked up riding up to hitch his horse near where you were standing. “Hello, princess.” He grinned as he hopped off his horse and kissed your forehead.

“Hi, who is that?” You looked as the man climbed from his horse. He noticed Arthur’s greeting to you and came over with a bit of confusion on his face.

“That’s Micah, don’t give him any attention. May benefit you the most.” You looked up at him in confusion and Arthur tried to steer you from the man who was now in front of the two of you.

“Well, brother, you aren’t going to introduce me to this beautiful creature?” Micah sneered.

You held out a hand around Arthur to shake Micah’s, “Y/N Van Der Linde.” You smiled.

Micah took your hand slowly. “Micah Bell… wait, your name…”

“Dutch is my father.” You confirmed, “I have a brother as well but he’s running an errand for Strauss.”

“No offense, but when the hell did Dutch have children?” He asked Arthur.

“Well, I can answer that.” You said pushing in front of Arthur as you started to get annoyed. “Seeing as my brother and I are twins and we are 26 years of age that means he had children 26 years ago.” He seemed to get a little annoyed. “With my mother so Colm O’Driscoll murdered.”

“Ah, your Annabelle’s kid.” He eyed Arthur and then looked back at you. “And you and the cowpoke here seem to have a sort of relationship…”

“Yes. Where have you been?” You smiled.

“Arthur helped me rob a stagecoach,” Micah said proudly.

“How much did you guys get?”

“What?” He looked dumbfounded.

“How much money?” You ask again.

“What’s it to you, missy? Being a Van Der Linde doesn’t give you some sort of authority.”

You felt Arthur put a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N I believe Dutch called ya.”

You sighed and started to turn away. “Damn Morgan, you found a pretty obedient one, huh?” Before Arthur could shut him up, you spun back around kneeing him in the groin making him keel over.

“I’m sorry? I missed what you said?” You lied smiling sweetly.

Arthur started dragging you away as Micah mumbled to himself and gave you a dirty look. “That’s my girl, but maybe just avoid him for now.”

“He was asking for it, Mr. Morgan.” You gave him the sweetest smile possible.

“He’s usually askin’ for it that’s why it’d be best to just ignore him.” He smiled. “Your father did want you though.”

“I swear if he tells me to try and stay in camp I may snap.” Arthur chuckles as he pushes you in to your father’s tent.

“Ah Y/N,” Dutch looks up from his book. “I believe Arthur and John are going to do a job. How would you like to go into town with me?”

“You mean like… A job, or…”

“I mean, the two of us can get to know each other a bit more.” He smiled at you.

You started to get excited. As a child, you always dreamed about something like this. You had seen a dad take his daughter who was around your age at the time to a fair that was in town. You knew it wouldn’t be like that. You weren’t a seven-year-old. But still, this was something you didn’t think would ever happen.

“Sure.” You tried to sound nonchalant but you weren’t sure it worked.

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As the two of you rode into Valentine he stopped at the small saloon at the end of the main street. You had worked in the big one but this one always seemed a bit more comfortable for you.

The bartender smiled at you as you walked in before your father, “Y/N! I almost thought you moved away. I like this cowboy look you got goin’ on.”

His smile faltered a bit as Dutch entered the saloon. “Hey Jesse, can we have a bottle of whiskey at my usual table?” He nodded without looking away from Dutch. “Pa, we can sit here.”

You take a seat as he sits across from you. “You sure seem to know a lot of people, my dear.” He mentioned nodding his head towards Jesse as he put down to glasses and the bottle.

“Well, when I was down here alone for a bit I’d study in this place.” Dutch looked at you guiltily. “I’m over it. I knew I probably wouldn’t get any degree, being a woman and all.” You chuckle to yourself.

“I had to stop paying for you guys because stuff was getting shakey around the camp. I wasn’t able to sneak out and send you two money like I always could before.” Dutch took a drink and set his glass down. “We had three other people in our gang, the Callandar boys and a young girl named Jenny. We tried to do a job in Blackwater and it ended up bloody.”

You sipped your drink. “I… I read that in the paper.” You admitted, “I had kinda hoped it wasn’t you but… again I never thought I’d even meet ya.” You sighed a bit. “For a long time, Henry and I just assumed we were accidents from a drunken night or whatever.”

“Trust me, Y/N. Your mother and I wanted you and your brother, we were going to surprise people and everything, but once your mother died… I’ll admit I didn’t think I could do it alone.”

“You had Uncle Hosea.”

Dutch chuckled, “Yes, but I had maybe a bit too much pride back then.”

“I’m glad you are getting your shot now.” He smiled at you, “Cause if Henry had to be my only family any longer I may have killed myself.”

Dutch let out a rough laugh, “He can be that bad?”

“Let’s just say since we met you, it’s been like havin’ two fathers.” Dutch patted your shoulder.

“So tell me about your hobbies and such.”

You thought for a moment, It had been so hectic lately. You hadn’t even thought of it. “Violin of course, but I can play a fair share of other things. Books are also things I enjoy a lot. I can’t think of much else at the moment.”

“Books and music.” He seemed as if tasting the idea. “You sound like a true romantic.”

“Hardly,” You rolled your eyes, “Father I did want to ask you about Mr. Bell…”

“Ah, you met him,”

“Unfortunately, I have.” You took another drink.

“He’s a good man, I assure you.” He also takes another drink.

“He seems like an asshole. And I only spoke to ‘im for two minutes.” Dutch started chuckling. “I’m serious, Pa. There’s somethin’ about him I don’t trust very much.”

Dutch slightly waves you off. “I promise you, it’s just his face.”

You try not to smile. “If you say so, father.”

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As you two spoke you could hear the saloon doors behind you swing open and close. “Ah, there they are.” Dutch waved. You looked over your shoulder as John and Arthur walked up. “Y/N, how about and John go outside make sure nothin’ suspicious is goin’ on, I wanna have a little chat with Arthur here.”

You gave your father a bit of a weary look as you stood. “I promise I’ll be good,” Dutch said putting a hand up and crossing his heart.

You squeezed Arthur’s hand as you walked past him and out the door with John. “That seemed awkward.”

“You love pointing out the obvious, huh?” You smirked.

As the two of you stepped outside John was suddenly grabbed by a man. You started to yell but someone came up behind you and put a hand over your mouth. You tried the thrash around and swing at him but his grip on you was too tight.

A man stands on a wagon and began to yell, “Dutch Van Der Linde!” You notice people on the street start to move away. “My name is Leviticus Cornwall, and you robbed my train. Come out now and I won’t kill your hired guns.”

You watch Dutch and Arthur slowly walk out of the saloon with their hands up. “There has to be some mistake, sir.” Dutch attempts to say cooly. You look at Arthur seeing his eyes are fixed on the man holding a gun to your head.

“Kill them,” Cornwall says as his carriage takes off. There’s a pop sound and the fight begins as the man who had been holding you drops to the ground. You pull out your pistol shooting the man who was holding John.

John moved you behind a wagon while the other two joined you. “Can’t I just have a normal day?” You ask slightly annoyed.

“Not with this lot,” Arthur says as he fires at some men across the way.

You leaned out to shoot at someone when you felt a pain shoot up your leg. “Fuck.” You fall back and look at your leg. “Damn it… I got shot.”

Both Arthur and Dutch’s head snapped in your direction. “Arthur get her on the back of the cart,” Dutch commanded as he shot the man who had got your leg.

Arthur carefully lifted you into cart making sure your leg didn’t move as much. “Have I told you how much you love scaring the shit out of me?” He asked as he made sure you’d be comfortable.

“Not in a few days.” You winced at your leg.

“Don’t shoot, just keep the pressure on the leg.” He ordered.

“John, help me push this. We are going to literally walk out of here.” Dutch cried chuckling almost. “Arthur make sure no one messes with us.”

As your father predicted the four of you were able to walk out with the help of the wagon blocking most of the bullets. John came up and lifted you on to Dutch’s horse. “Arthur. Make sure no one follows.” Dutch said before taking off towards camp.

“Pa, is it safe to leave Arthur alone?” You ask looking back.

“Arthur will be fine, my dear. But for now, we need to wrap your leg and then find a new camp.”

“My leg will be fine.” You say before immediately wincing at the pain.

“Uh-huh.” Dutch eyes you a bit. “You should have been more careful.” He stops his horse at the camp.

“I am not going to listen to a lecture right now so save it.” You groan hoping off the horse trying to balance on one leg.

“Mr. Pearson, Ms. Grimshaw please start disassembling camp. We need to move quickly.” Dutch yelled as he grabbed your arm and helped you to his cot. “John, go grab Strauss medical supplies so I can wrap Y/N’s leg.” The hole was towards the bottom of your calf so Dutch was able to easily lift your pants. You knew you’d probably need new boots as you saw a hole go straight through the boot.

“Do I need to cut it off?” You ask half-joking.

“No, it looks like the bullet when clean through.” Without warning, he poured alcohol that was at his bedside on it the wound.

You yelped and hit the bed you were sitting on. “Damnit. Give me some damn warning.”

“Y/N.” Arthur hurried up before leaning over to catch his breath. “How is it?” He asked.

“I’m gonna be fine. Pa is overreacting.” You sigh.

“I’m not overreacting, gunshots are important.” Dutch narrowed his eyes. “Arthur you and Charles go ahead and try to find a new place for us.” Arthur starts to walk away.

“Wait.” You called to him, “Pa, give me a moment with Arthur.”

“Y/N now is not the time to be a couple-” Dutch starts to say.

“Just go make sure everything is coming along fine it’s not what you think.” You grumble. He threw his hands up and walked away mumbling.

Arthur walks up and gets on a knee in front of you so you can be eye to eye.

You smile a bit. “Okay, maybe I lied, I just wanted a kiss but I know you won’t with him around.”

He chuckled and leaned in giving you a soft kiss on the lips. “Miss Van Der Linde, you are somethin’ else.”

“I try to be. Now go before he comes back.” He gives you one more tender kiss before running off to his horse.

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