Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge ❯ Chapter 6

Ron turned off the communication unit, and grinned like a maniac high on victory. Harry stepped up to Ron, also grinning.

"I had my doubts about this, Ron," he admitted, then leaned on Ron's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "but I must admit that the look on Starwind's face was priceless. Even if the boy must be sacrificed." Harry's gaze flicked toward Jim, who phased in and out of a painful daze.

Ron smiled, and turned to him. "You know what they say, Harry. You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs." Ron glanced at Jim, then said, "I don't think I'll damage his face. It's rather pretty."

Harry grinned slyly. "Is he as pretty as me?"

Ron smiled tenderly back, and gave him a small kiss. "No one is as pretty as you, Harry."

Harry wrapped his arms around Ron. "When we land at port in an hour, why don't we celebrate? We could have a night on the town, just the two of us. Like we used to." He smiled hopefully, and trailed a finger down Ron's chest, adding, "We could go out to a nice restaurant, and then maybe go to a club to dance." Knowing Ron didn't like dancing, he gave him puppy dog eyes, and played his trump card. "Then we could stay at a hotel, and have some fun. What do you say, Ron? Can we?"

"No," Ron stated, and pulled coldly away from Harry. "I have business to do, and we can't stay in one place too long."

"But Ron, I haven't left this ship for anything except business for months, let alone to do something with you," Harry whined.

Ron let out a frustrated sigh and said, "I've explained it to you before. We're supposed to be DEAD, especially you. It's bad enough that I wander around in public for work." Harry stared at Ron, arms crossed and royally pissed. Ron added, "I'm not taking chances, Harry. I have victory in my hand, but I've underestimated Starwind before. I'm not doing it again."

"Ron..."

"It's final, Harry!" Ron interrupted. "No more arguments. Take care of the boy. I'll be gone when you're done, and then we'll have something to discuss." With that, Ron left the room, leaving Harry shaking in anger.

Screaming, the younger MacDougall knocked over a table, sending the contents crashing to the floor. Then he kicked over the chair Jim was tied to. Jim fell on his injured shoulder, and whimpered.

Harry pulled a knife from his boot, and made short work of Jim's bonds. He threw Jim against the wall, then pinned him with one arm and held the knife up to his throat. "I'm sick of playing second fiddle to revenge," Harry growled. "That's all he cares about. He doesn't give a shit about me. So I'll kill his plan of revenge by killing you."