#forgegundo

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Sean eyed the incoming clouds warily. He was unsure whether they promised him rain, but they were ominous enough. The wind had picked up significantly and the streets were emptier. Tension held the town, like everyone waited for something to happen.

He patted his horse on her nose before tying her to the fence. He assumed no one would be at the sheriff's office at this hour of the day — people were winding down, preparing for dinner. The door was as closed as he'd left it earlier, a pile of sand lying undisturbed in front of it. He shoveled it aside with his foot and pulled the door open. It meant no more new paperwork, at least until someone came in later tonight which would probably happen knowing his luck.

Taking off his hat, he hung it next to the door without looking. He stretched his arms above his head, and groaned in satisfaction when some of his bones popped. Maybe, just maybe, he had a calm evening. He could return home and ponder the mystery of Legundo in peace. A slight grin pulled at his lips at that.

*click*

The smile froze, just like his entire body did. Not a second later, the cool metal of a gun's barrel pressed against the back of his head. He fought the urge to turn around, forced himself to breathe out slowly. He didn't raise his hands in surrender, *wouldn't.*

"It's good to see you again, sheriff."

Out of all people, it just had to be him. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the wall. "I wish I could say the same. What do you want, Legundo?" Though he knew why. He knew perfectly well why he was here. He just hadn't expected him so soon.

"The keys, grab them. I know you have them on you." When Sean reached down, Legundo shoved the gun against his head, not too harshly but not friendly in the slightest. "*Slowly.*"

Sean could blindly unhook them from his belt. He held them in his hand, fingers curled aroudn the metal protectively. "I knew you'd come."

A mockingly thoughtful hum. "Did you, now?"

Still, he couldn't help but take the bait. "Your boyfriend was waiting for you," he said, though he couldn't tell why the words tasted so bitter on his tongue. "This just confirms he's a traitor and a criminal. You'll both hang for what you've done, Legundo."

"He's done nothing wrong," was the reply, but it didn't sound like he was trying to win this argument. "Drop the keys on the table and don't move."

He did as he was told. Clenching his fists at the effort it took not to turn his head when Legundo picked them up, he forced another deep breath from his lungs. "If you shoot me, the whole town will know. You won't make it out of this town alive."

"I'm not here to kill you, I'm just messing with you." That made him frown.

"Turn around, Sean." He did, tentatively. The gun lowered only to push his chin up so they'd face each other. The embarrassment threatened to turn his cheeks red and he glared at the other. Those striking emerald eyes looked way too pleased with himself.

"I'm just messing with you." The criminal grinned at him, showing his pearly white teeth. "I don't need these keys. You don't think I could open those cells with a small knife and a prayer? Shadow hasn't been here since I freed him hours ago, he's waiting for me, safely, over the hill. I just wanted to rub it in."

"*Bastard*."

The gun pushed his chin up higher. "Mean to me," he said, pouting. Then he shook his head, almost in a disappointed manner. "You lost him, Sean. I'm taking him home, where he can be safe from people like you. Don't try to find him."

A jealousy he couldn't even begin to unpack punched him in the gut. His lips parted and his mouth fell open. "Don't-"

“The moment Sean opened his eyes, he was slammed with pain shooting all over his body. He heard someone move beside him, but his eyes hurt and everything was blurred. In an instant, the blurred shapes of people hovered over him, poking and prodding and things Sean couldn’t see or really feel. He felt numb.

Eventually, the moving stops. He feels more comfortable now, the pain has dwindled down and he can see clearer, his senses returning. Some time passes before he feels like he’s able to move his body, letting his head drop to the side to look at the stranger in the room with him.

“Legundo..?” Through his distorted vision, he can still recognise him. His throat screams in pain, hoarse and dry from going so long without speaking or drinking. He feels dizzy and his chest is hurting, his whole body feels static. Why was Legundo here? What had happened? Why was he in so much pain?

Legundo sits forwards in his chair, a soft hand resting on Sean’s arm. “Relax, Sean. You’re still really weak. It’s okay. Everything will be fine and it’ll make sense later. Just…relax.”