MCCREE AND JUNKRAT - ficlet
Unfinished fic, just meant to be a cute, short, smarmy little drabble-type thingy. Might be extended someday, might not....
MCCREE AND JUNKRAT
McCree made his way through the mine shaft, ears and eyes focused, wondering if he could be walking into an ambush. He heard movement around the next bend, and he shrank against the rock wall, gun at the ready.
Counting silently to three, he stepped around the corner and raised his weapon, but quickly pointed it at the ceiling.
"Junkrat?" he exclaimed in surprise.
The blond demolitions fanatic's eyes widened as he looked up at McCree. He was curled up on his side at the base of the wall, tied up and gagged.
He figured that was probably meant to be 'McCree,' and the gunslinger quickly re-holstered his weapon and moved to kneel next to the struggling Junker.
"You all right, kid?" he asked, as he stripped the gag off the younger man's mouth.
The blond man nodded, and Jesse pulled out his knife to cut him free.
"Who did this to you?" he as