Unreserved Chapter 12
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Harley looked over the edge of the booth, seeing about fifteen dracs attacking. 

"What are you doing? Get down!" Annie said, grabbing the back of Harley's collar and yanking roughly. 

Harley fell back onto the seat. "Shit," she exclaimed. "We've got to go out there!" 

"But Party said-" Annie was cut off as Harley jumped out of the seat and made a bee-line for the door. 

Not wasting another second, Annie grabbed her ray gun off the table and followed suit. The sound of ray guns firing was deafening as both girls stepped out into the fight.

Annie was instantly pushed back towards the door and was about to fire at whoever it was when his voice stopped her.

"What the hell are you doing Annie? Get back inside!" Jet practically yelled.

"No," she refused, firing at a drac that was coming up behind Jet. "Someone's apparently got to keep you out of trouble."

Jet nodded his thanks before turning and punching another drac in the face. The drac fell to his knees and Annie took the liberty of stabbing the fallen drac with her dagger. She pulled it out to see Jet standing there with his hand out in the air.

"Nice teamwork," he commented as Annie gave him the high five. 

Jet and Annie both took on another drac, systematically taking them out fast and easily. Harley on the other hand, was getting up close and personal, wanting a real fight; the kill was more rewarding that way, or so she had discovered. She curled her hand into a tight fist and swung with all her might, instantly breaking her current opponent's nose through the mask. At nearly the same time she raised her knee up and kneed him in the gut, making him fall to his knees in a similar to fashion to what Jet had done. Harley pulled her ray gun on the drac but before she could fire, he had his hand around her injured ankle, pulling her to the ground. She wrestled with him for a minute, both fighting for dominance. Harley ended up on top and gave the squirming drac another punch to the face before ripping his mask off. She nuzzled her ray gun under his neck and fired. She celebrated for only a moment before sliding off the drac's lifeless body and turning to face her new victim. She became face to face with another drac who wasted no time slapping her across the face rapidly, forcing her to the ground. Harley didn't even react; she rolled over instantly and swung her leg around, knocking the drac's legs out from under him. She saw him lift his ray gun to fire and quickly kicked it out of his hand. It skidded across the desert, settling at the door of the diner. Harley fired at the drac, killing him before pulling herself up off the ground. 

"So far so good," Harley said to herself. 

Party Poison looked up from the drac he had just killed and was surprised to see Harley standing a few feet away from him; he hadn't even seen her come out. 

"Harley!" He said, and Harley's head whipped around. "You're already injured what the fuck are you doing?" 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Harley said, firing at another drac that had tried to sneak up on her, dumb bastard. "I'm kicking ass, thank you very much." 

"No!" Party practically yelled. "Go inside," he continued, pushing Harley roughly towards the door. 

"Don't fucking push me," Harley angrily replied, trying to stop him. 

"Get back to safety." Party ordered.

"Fighting these dracs is what I live for." Harley argued. 

"I'm not losing you!" he shouted in response. 

"I'm not yours to lose." Harley yelled, jerking out of his grasp and turning to face him. 

Party Poison looked up just in time to see a drac heading towards them, ray gun pulled up, ready to fire and aiming straight at Harley's turned back. Without a moments hesitation he grabbed Harley and pushed her behind him, pulling them both to the ground just as the drac fired. Party screamed out as his arm was filled with a sharp pain that seemed to go straight to the bone. He had just barely missed the laser of the ray gun, but it still managed to hit his right arm which was already bleeding profusely.

Party was practically on top of Harley, preventing her from firing her weapon. Party's arm was in excruciating pain, but he put it out of his mind long enough to fire again the oncoming drac. The drac fell to the ground, and Party collapsed as well. 

Meanwhile Annie and Jet were taking care of the last drac. Jet took the drac to the ground and held him down while Annie fired. "We make a damn good team, I'd say," Jet said, standing back up and smiling down at the little brunette. 

"I'd have to agree," Annie smiled right back up at him and winked. 

"Party! Harley! Shit!" they heard Kobra scream.

They turned in time to see Kobra and Fun Ghoul running towards two bodies that were in the sand. 

"Harley." Annie screamed out, panic overtaking her body as she and Jet took off at lightning speed. 

All four reached the pair at the same time. 

"Harley." Annie exclaimed again, dropping to her knees, the other guys mimicking the motion. 

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Harley assured, trying to get out from underneath Party. "It's Party Poison that's hurt." 

Kobra was able to lift Party's body slightly, enough for Harley to sit up. Party yelled out as his arm was moved. 

"Party, are you okay?" Kobra asked, his voice panicky, noticing how much blood there was.

"Harley, is she okay?" Party grunted out, clenching his teeth against the pain and ignoring his brother's question. 

"I'm fine," Harley said quickly, leaning over to look at Party Poison. Her eyes were filled with worry. "But you are far from fine, why would you do that?" she asked, her voice exasperated. 

"Later." Kobra interjected, wrapping his bandana just above the wound. Party let out a quick yell as the pressure against his arm increased. 

"Come on, let's get inside," Kobra said, helping Party to his feet. 

Party wobbled a bit but made his way to the diner, the others were walking around him with caution, all prepared to catch him if he fell. They got inside the diner and Party immediately sat in a booth and propped his injured arm on the table, inspecting the painful wound, 

"Ghoul, get the first aid box," Kobra ordered and sat across from Party.

"Your hand," Party said, noticing the deep gash across the top of Kobra's hand. 

"Oh yeah, a drac got me," Kobra said with a shrug. 

Ghoul came back with the first aid box. "I don't really know how to handle this kind of thing…" he trailed off, gesturing to the two injured killjoys. 

"Give it to me," Harley said, walking over to the booth. Ghoul obliged and handed her the tiny metal box. "I know a thing or two about this stuff."

Ghoul went to join Jet and Annie in the booth next to them. Jet put his arm around Annie and the girl snuggled in close, pressing her face in his chest.

"God, it's like she just tries to scare the shit out of me." she mumbled. 

Jet let out a small chuckle, his chest shaking slightly beneath Annie's face. "But she didn't get hurt this time." he pointed out.

"True, but I thought she was." she elaborated. "And Party is hurt instead, which is just as bad in my book." 

"Aw, he'll be okay," Ghoul said from the opposite side of the booth.

"Yeah," Jet agreed, stroking the young girl's hair. 

Harley opened the box and got out the alcohol, the first thing she was going to need. She grabbed a rag that had already been on the table. It probably wasn't the most sterile, but it was the best they had. She soaked the rag and leaned into Party. Surprisingly, it was Party who leaned away. 

"Kobra first," he grunted. 

"Party, no, you're being ridiculous," Kobra said. "It's just a scratch-"

"Then it won't take long," Party finished, his tone clearly closing the conversation. 

Harley let out an exasperated sigh, but turned to Kobra anyways. 

"It's fine, I can take care of it myself," Kobra started but was interrupted by Harley grabbing his hand anyways. 

"Don't you dare start to be difficult with me Kobra." Harley warned, raising an eyebrow,

She ran the cloth over the wound, mumbling the occasional apology when Kobra winced at the stinging sensation. In no time at all, Harley was wrapping the used rag around the wound, binding it tightly to keep pressure on it. 

"All done." She stated as she tied the last knot. 

Kobra flexed his fingers, only wincing slightly. "Thanks Harley," he said and got up, joining the other guys. 

Harley walked across the diner where the supplies was kept and grabbed an article of clothing from the pile of random junk the guys had apparently accumulated. She walked back over to the booth and tore off a large piece of the fabric. She then grabbed an extra chair and situated it in front of Party and prepared to deal with the nasty looking laceration on his arm.