Dealing With The Twins

Chapter 18 - Probably doesn't have a gun, huh?

Should we knock?

No.  I'm not particularly fond of getting shot.

But, it seems so rude to just barge in like that.

I think it would be worse if we did knock.  

Fine, but if she shoots us, I blame you.

Duly noted.  She probably doesn't have a gun though.

I cautiously twisted the doorknob, and stepped into the living room.

A loud gulp came from my throat when I looked at the couch.

"Sarah?" I asked in horror, "What are you doing?"

"It needed cleaning," she answered, totally oblivious to my nerves, "It's okay though.  I'm done now."

She started to reassemble the rugger 10-22 as if she'd done it a hundred times before.  Who knows, maybe she has.

That's slightly concerning.

Probably doesn't have a gun, huh?

In no time at all she was setting it beside her on the couch, and reaching for something on the other side of her.  

To my great surprise, and horror, she pulled out a 1911, and ejected the fully loaded clip before starting to disassemble that too.

"Where did you even get that?" I asked in confusion.

"My daddy," she said smiling up at me, "He gave me the rugger when I was about 15, and the 1911 when I was closer to 17."

"What kind of dad would give a kid like you a gun?" I mumbled.

"The paranoid kind," she replied letting her smile get just a little bigger before she glanced back down at one of the parts in her hand.

Glad we didn't knock.

I sat and watched as she took the tiny metal brush, and scrubbed some of the smaller parts.

A loud knock at the door pulled me out of my fascination at the sight in front of me.

That's Zander isn't it?

Yep. I replied to my wolf, watching as my little fairy put the parts of the 1911 on the coffee table, and picked up the rugger.

The door opened, and I could hear Zander take in a surprised gasp.

"Oh good," my little fairy said, probably leaning against the door frame, "It's just you.  The clip for this is on the couch, and it'd be kind of difficult to shoot you right now.  At the moment this is more of a club than anything.  It's a good one though.  A majority of it is made of mettle.  Sure I went with a wood stock, but I think that would hurt just as much."

Slow retreating footsteps sounded from the door, and I smiled, pleased with my little fairy.

"Stop that.  I'm not actually going to hit you with it.  Abbie would be upset, and I might wake up Hayden if I did."

A soft crying came from Sarah's room, and I could just picture the glare that would fall on her face.

"This is what happens when people knock."

My attention turned to the back of the house when a loud cursing came from Sarah's room. After a few more curse words there was a loud crash followed by more cursing.