A Warrior Wedding(9)

By: Teresa Gabelman

“What?” Jill glared at them. “It’s true. And for one, I’m sick and tired of it. So go ahead, maybe one of you will kill the other and then there will be one less cock contest around this damn place.”

“Okay, first off there is no such thing as a cock contest.” Steve actually blushed. “And please stop saying the word cock. It makes me damn uncomfortable.”

“Why, ‘cause I’m a girl?” Jill figured as long as she continued, Sid and Blaze weren’t killing each other. She tilted her head staring directly at Steve. “Cock. Cock. Coooocccckkkk!”

Sid and Blaze burst out laughing as Steve glared at Jill. “You aren’t right.”

“Ha! Looks who’s talking.” Jill tossed back before looking at Sid and Blaze, who didn’t look like they wanted to kill each other anymore. Cock had many benefits it seemed. “Sid, can you please see if you can fix me something to eat that I don’t want to throw up? Maybe something easy on the stomach. So far I’ve held Pepsi and crackers down.”

Frowning, Sid looked concerned, taking a moment to study her. Then turning, he headed deeper into the kitchen and ignored Blaze, which was Jill’s plan. Though she seriously doubted she could eat anything since her stomach was churning and burning.

“So, you still mad at me?” Steve eyed Jill and sat across from her, offering a ‘you love me and know it’ look. Blaze also sat down, his eyes taking in everything.

Jill wrinkled her nose at him and then sighed. “I guess not, but I was going to tell him.”

“Sure you were,” Steve replied while giving her the ‘I call bullshit’ look. “Did you take the pregnancy test?”

Shaking her head, she glanced over at Blaze, then quickly away when their eyes met. “No. Slade said there was no reason to.”

Nodding, Steve turned to look at Blaze. “So, have you been here long enough to tell us why you’re an ex-Warrior?” When Blaze didn’t answer, Steve and Jill shared a look. “Guess not.”

“He isn’t a talker,” Jill added, hiding her eagerness to hear the scoop on Blaze.

Sid set a bowl of rice down in front of her, along with a banana. “Eat slowly.” He sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. “Where’s the doc?”

Jill forked at the rice letting it cool, not really wanting to put it in her mouth. She knew she had to since Sid made it. “He went to the hospital.” She didn’t want to add with her blood, because honestly, she didn’t want to think about what he might find.

“What happened in Sloan’s office?” Sid kept up his interrogation, his eyes going back and forth between Jill and Blaze.

Great, here we go again. “I just got lightheaded.” Jill shrugged, continuing to fork her rice. “No big deal.”

“Don’t make me feed it to you,” Sid warned, watching her play with the food. “You need to eat.”

She scowled at him. “I’m letting it cool, Dad.”

Sid grinned and sipped his coffee, his eyes going to Blaze. “So, what’s your story?”

“I’m here to help Jax,” Blaze answered to Jill’s surprise. “The end.”

Sid cocked an eyebrow over his coffee cup, but didn’t comment further. Jill watched the steam rolling off Sid’s coffee, her eyes going to Blaze. “Can you set things on fire?”

Blaze had been staring off, but his eyes slammed into hers. “Yes.”

“Give me a lighter and so can I.” Steve looked at Blaze, unimpressed. “So is that why you got thrown out of the VC because you’re a fire bug? I knew it had to be something. No one just walks.”

Jill watched a strange emotion cross Blaze’s face, before he turned to stare at Steve. Jill knew that stare. She watched his eyes swirl as they took a dark golden hue. Sitting back in her chair, a half-grin on her face, she watched both Blaze and Steve.

“They have help for people like that,” Steve replied, being his helpful self. “What do they call people who set fires? Dammit, it’s right on the tip of my tongue.”

Jill couldn’t help but smile as Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead.

“Pyromaniac,” Blaze replied, his voice even as his eyes swirled crazily.

Steve snapped his fingers. “That’s it, pyromaniac. Damn man, you need to get help for that. Sloan will be pissssed if you...” Steve reached across the table to grab Jill’s napkin. “Shit, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I’m burning up.”

Jill watched Steve swipe the sweat off his face with the napkin; she tried not to laugh.