Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2007-11-16 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: pg13 |
Hang 'em High Part I, PG13
Title: Hang 'em High
Author: Rosy
Rating: PG13 for this part
Summary: Sometimes you just can't escape the past.
Notes/Warnings: AU, Snupin in the wild west... blame the chat room group. Especially Diz. :D All Diz's fault.
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Part I
Belladonna Creek was a tiny, two-horse town that only existed because of a lazy tributary curling off the Colorado River in Arizona. The watershed flooded part of the valley it rested in, leaving behind scrub and grassland which was perfect for grazing herds of cattle and sheep. The main town had only one street, lined by a grand total of eight buildings, two of which were dedicated to horses. The outlying lands belonged to ranchers and farmers, the biggest of which belonging to the Potters and the Malfoys. The town was a stop on a stage coach route running towards Phoenix, it had its own bank and post office, and it had one of the best Back East educated doctors for twenty miles.
Which the whole town was grateful for, Dominic Prince thought dryly. Especially when its fool Marshal got himself shot. Again.
"I swear you do this to provoke me," he sighed, tying the apron he used to protect the clothes he generally wore. He prepared the syringe for the necessary anesthetic. The damned fool Marshal grinned crookedly at the Doctor as his deputy helped him into the surgery area. "Another spat of daring heroics, I take it? Or did you shoot yourself this time?"
"Bit hard to shoot myself in the rear, Doc," Remus Lupin said cheerfully, wincing as Kingsley helped him up onto the gourney, easing him down prone on his belly. This made Dominic wince for two reasons. One, because this would obviously allow for some sort of childish double entendre on the Marshal's part, and two, because the necessary treatment would blatantly display one of Marshal Lupin's... assets. And possibly others. With a sigh, he pulled the plunger of the syringe up to draw in the syrum. "Now, Doc, you know I don't like that stuff..."
Dominic raised an eyebrow, then pointedly set the syringe down, walked over to Remus, and roughly hauled the man's trousers down. Considering that the buckshot was still in the soft fleshy part of the man's rear, it probably hurt considerably more than the strangled yelp he let out indicated.
"...I'll be having that needle now, Doc."
"Yes, I thought you might," Dominic said dryly. He quickly jabbed said fleshy, round cheek with the needle, administering the anesthetic so that Remus couldn't feel him digging out the individual pellets. Taking up his tweezers, he gingerly plucked the shot out now that Remus couldn't quite feel it. "Well, what were you doing this time? Saving the town from the wild rampages of a bucktoothed hillman?"
Remus chuckled, wincing only a little much to Kingsley's amusement. "Oh, Petey Pettigrew got a hold of some five dollar whiskey and felt brave. Started making some grand scheme about how he was going to rob the bank and make himself a gentleman again. All while up on top of a table at Black's with Abe's shotgun. No one thought the damned thing was loaded until it went off. Ouch!" The pellets were dropped into the little tin recepticle, while Kingsley just watched.
"You were the one fool enough to turn your back on him, Marshal," he pointed out, tipping his hat back a little on his head.
Dominic ignored the banter flying back and forth as he painstakingly removed every last bit of buckshot out of Remus Lupin's wound. And trying to ignore the fact that he was staring and essentially groping Remus Lupin's ass. In a town of about a hundred people, lusting after the town Marshal was not exactly prudent. Especially when one had secrets to hide. The townsfolk understood that Dominic Prince was a terse, grouchy, private man who would as soon sneer at you as smile. They also understood that he was a damned fine doctor and that was hard to come by this far west. So they let him be for the most part, smiling and waving in the street as he rode out to his house on the outskirts of town and not asking too many questions. Even though the old busybody Molly Weasley was still trying to fix him up with the few eligible women of his age in town.
No one could really understand why he never accepted.
"There," he said shortly, applying the antiseptic ointment to the wound and bandaging it. "Your seat will be sore for a while, Marshal, but you should heal up rather nicely. Although in the future you may try and avoid turning your back on a drunkard with a shotgun." Dominic washed his hands carefully, then set his implements to soak and sterilize.
Remus eased himself off the gourney, wincing a little as he stood in nothing but his boot and shirt. Dominic firmly refused to look. Esepcially since the sight of Lupin's lean legs and thighs were reflected in the glass of the cabinet. "Thanks, Doc. Damn... another pair of pants ruined. Kingsley, run down and get my spare pair from the jailhouse."
"Sure thing, Marshal," Kingsley drawled, tipping his hat at Dominic. "Won't be but a second, Doc. I know you hate dealing with that ass more than necessary." He grinned shamelessly when Remus colored and wadded up the ruined trousers to throw at him, then waltzed out and down to the jailhouse to get Remus his pants.
Dominic continued cleaning the surgery area, looking dryly at the Marhsall as he walked about in his state of semi-undress. "Do you enjoy getting shot at? Or is it that you are too clumsy to avoid it, I wonder."
"Not that clumsy, Doc. Not as bad as that Tonks girl, who I know you just saw the other day." Remus grinned slyly, leaning against the other counter. Dominic told himself, very firmly, that he wasn't staring at the delicious looking thighs peeking out from under the rough shirt from where he saw him in the glass. "Heard tell she tried to jump a gully?"
"She tried to cross the street," Dominic said dryly, turning to face the other man. "She turned her ankle enough that it nearly snapped. I had to put her in a splint." Remus chortled to himself while Dominic rolled his eyes. He pulled out his pocket watch and nodded, then began preparing the surgery for his two o'clock appointment. "You are going to want to leave presently."
Remus stared at him. "You wouldn't send me out without any trousers on! You're mean, Doc, but you aren't cruel!"
Dominic raised an eyebrow. Just as the carriage clock chimed the hour, a knock sounded on the door. "Doctor Prince?" Lily Potter's voice rang through the office. Remus blushed like a virgin bride. Raised by nuns.
"Punctual as ever, Mrs. Potter," Dominic said dryly, smirking when Lily walked in and found Remus desperately trying to hunch over and bunch the hem of his shirt so that he wasn't indecently exposing his naughty bits to the woman married to one of his best friends. "Marshal Lupin was just waiting for the deputy to bring him some trousers."
Lily covered her mouth, alternatively trying not to giggle and look reproving. "Oh, Remus! Again?" She sighed, resting one hand on her swollen belly. "Really, can't you at least go a month without losing at least one pair of pants?"
"It wasn't my fault!" Remus sputtered, blushing even more brightly. "And don't you mock me, woman, I got shot at!"
Dominic sighed, wondering if the headache would go away if he shot himself. "Marshal, you really ought to leave."
Remus glared stubbornly. "I'm not leaving until I've got some proper pants covering my bits!"
"I am giving Mrs. Potter her prenatal examination."
The look on Remus' face was priceless. Shooting himself was unnecessary afterall. "Ah.... um. Well... how about I just go wait out in the other room?"
Dominic sneered. "Yes, why don't you do that?" He closed the door behind Remus' scuttling form, then pulled the shades. "Now then, Mrs. Potter. Let's see how that boy of yours is doing."