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The Daughter - Chapter 13

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Hey Everyone, three days ago, I found my account got nuked. After reaching out and hearing nothing back, I have opened a new account and am slowly going to re-upload everything. Thankfully, I keep originals, and post on AO3 and FanFic. I will also soon be promoting my blog, where I will also be posting my work.

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 13

Raylan sat in the booth, his coffee undrunk and long gone cold, his fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against the table. He wasn't even aware of the sound until the waitress passed by and gave him a sympathetic glance. Elenora was late. Not just running-late-late. Her last message, 'be there in ten minutes', was now thirty-eight minutes old.

He tried to tell himself it was nothing. Maybe traffic. Maybe she got caught up talking to someone. Maybe.

But the tightening in his chest said otherwise.

Raylan stared at the screen of his phone again, as if willing it to light up with her name. Nothing. A quiet, gnawing sense of dread started to spread through his gut like slow poison.

He dialed. The line rang once, then picked up.

"Aww, miss me already? Where are you anyway?" Tim's voice was easy, and it made a storm rise in Raylan's chest.

Raylan didn't waste time. "She's late."

There was a pause on the other end. "Who?"

Raylan gritted his teeth. "Let's not pretend like you two have been lying to me, and that I don't know you're dating my daughter. That's an argument for another time. She was supposed to meet me for breakfast. She's forty minutes late. Did she leave with you this morning?"

Silence.

It stretched too long.

Raylan sat up straighter, his palm going slick around his phone. He could still hear the low hum of the Marshal's office, chairs scooting, murmured conversation, but not a word from Tim.

"Tim," Raylan snapped, his voice hard now. "I need you to answer me, did she leave with you?"

Finally, Tim answered, quieter this time. "No. I came in early. She was still asleep when I left."

Raylan exhaled slowly, fighting off the panic clawing up his spine. "Call Art. I want everyone at her apartment now. Something's not right."

By the time Raylan pulled up outside Elenora's apartment, the unease in his gut had curdled into full-blown dread. His tires had barely even come to a full stop before he was out of the car.

Tim's SUV skidded into the spot behind him, followed by Art and Rachel in a second vehicle. No one waited for orders. Raylan was already taking the steps two at a time, one hand on the railing, the other resting tight on his holstered weapon.

The front door to the building was unlocked.

His pace quickened.

They hit the landing outside Elenora's apartment, and that's when he saw it, the door slightly ajar, just enough for a sliver of daylight to show in the seam.

Raylan reached for the handle but stopped, exhaling hard. Then his voice rang out, firm. "United States Marshals!" he barked. "If anyone's inside, make yourself known, now!"

There was no answer.

Tim moved beside him, drawing his sidearm.

Raylan pushed the door open slowly, weapon raised, clearing left as Tim moved right. Rachel entered after, sweeping in behind them, weapon at the ready. Art stayed at the threshold, covering the hallway and rear.

They moved like a unit, clean, professional, but Raylan's heart was hammering in his throat.

The living room was trashed.

Chair overturned, lamp on the floor. Papers scattered. Her purse lay gutted across the rug, contents spilled like entrails.

No movement. No voice. Just the hollow echo of their entrance.

"Bathroom is clear." Tim said, but Raylan could hear the hesitation in his voice. He knew what was coming.

Raylan looked toward the bedroom area, tucked past the couch and bookcase. "Elenora?" he called out again, quieter this time, but it bounced back empty.

Then as he came around to see the bed, he saw the phone. Shattered. Face-down. A dark smear streaked across the screen and floor.

Blood.

A few feet farther, her gun.

Raylan's heart stopped.

Tim was staring at it, shoulders rigid. He didn't move any father, he just stood there, staring like it might go off on its own.

Rachel crouched low beside the blood. "Looks still wet. Maybe an hour max."

Raylan turned to him slowly, eyes sharp. "You didn't notice anything."

Tim nodded once. "She was still asleep when I left. I kissed her and locked the door behind me."

"Did you lock it?"

"Yes." Tim's eyes narrowed at the accusation.

"Then someone used a key. Or knew how to force a quiet entry." Rachel spoke softly, an attempt to diffuse the growing tension.

Art stepped into the bedroom doorway. "No one saw her leave. No noise complaints. Nothing suspicious. This was clean, fast, and planned."

"Someone wanted her," Raylan said. "And they knew what they were doing."

The silence in the bedroom was suffocating. The blood on the floor. Her weapon.

Tim took a step back, holstering his gun before dragging both hands through his hair, jaw tight. He opened his mouth, voice strained. "Raylan—"

He didn't get further than that.

Raylan turned, fists clenched, and without warning, swung.

The hit connected solidly with Tim's jaw, sending him stumbling back into the wall with a grunt.

"Jesus Christ!" Rachel barked.

Tim didn't fight back, didn't even raise a hand. He just stared down at the floor, blood dripping slowly from his split lip.

Raylan's chest heaved. His knuckles throbbed instantly with a sharp, electric pain. He hadn't meant to hit that hard.

Art was there in a flash, grabbing Tim's arm and steadying him as he pushed off the wall. "Well," Art muttered as he glanced toward Raylan, "that make you feel better?"

Raylan didn't answer right away. He stared down at his busted knuckles, blood welling up where skin had torn on Tim's jaw. His face twisted into something between rage and regret.

"No," he finally said. His voice was low, broken at the edges. "Not even a little."

Tim wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his sleeve, spitting blood onto the hardwood, right before Raylan went to move towards Tim again.

"Enough!" Art's voice cut clean through the tension like a blade. He stepped between them, glaring at them both like a father trying to separate two stubborn sons. "Raylan, you breaking your hand on Tim's face isn't going to bring her back."

Raylan stepped toward the window, jaw tight. His voice came out low, gravelly. "Whoever took her… I'm going to bury them."

"You won't be alone," Tim said.

"Good cause after we find her safe and sound, you and I are going to be having a talk." Said Raylan, jaw tight.

Chapter 14

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emmablack-m · 3 days ago

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The Daughter - Chapter 12

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 12

"Uncle Boyd?" Elenora had been leaving school when she saw her uncle leaning against her truck. His arms crossed on his chest and he had a smile on his face as she approached.

"Elenora." He greeted back.

Elenora stood in front of him now, and her free hand moved to reach up for the strap of her workbag. Knowing her gun was tucked in the glove box of her car, if something were about to happen the only weapon she had was her heavy bag. "Can I do something for you?"

"I was hoping that I could entice you to join me for a cup of coffee."

Thinking on her feet, Elenora smiled at her uncle and relaxed her shoulders. "Actually, I'm supposed to be meeting someone."

"You meeting that Marshal boyfriend of yours?"

Elenora was not sure what to think. The only way he would know about Tim was if he had seen them together. She then realized he was leaning against her Bronco. Something he had never seen. "You following me?"

"Happened upon you once or twice." He pushed off from the vehicle and held a hand to his buttoned up chest. "Scout's honor, I only wanted to ensure you were safe. You know with all that your daddy and I get up to."

"What do you want, Uncle Boyd?"

"I just want to talk. We can even go somewhere of your choosing. I just want to get to know the woman you have become."

Elenora thought about this for a moment. What harm was there in just having a coffee? He seemed genuine enough. "There is a coffee shop around the corner. It's usually busy at this time, and we can walk over. Oh, and I'm texting Tim."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Boyd said with a smile.

"Daddy taught me well." Elenora spoke as she pulled her phone out from the side pocket of her workbag.

Elenora: Uncle Boyd and I are going for a coffee, the usual. I'll have my phone and gun. No need to worry.

Tim: That's my girl.

Tim: Got prisoner transport. Shouldn't be too late.

"Let me throw this stuff in the back and grab my purse." Said Elenora, before walking around the front of her vehicle. She opened the passenger door, threw her bag on the seat, and extracted her small purse from its insides. Once she had it, she looked up to eye Boyd, who was still just standing in the same place and staring at the school she had come from. Quickly, she opened the glove box and extracted her pistol and slipped it into her bag. Then she threw the strap around her shoulder and closed and locked the door. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Said Boyd, who then walked to stand next to her. "Lead the way."

"So, daddy tells me you are on the straight." Said Elenora, as both she and Boyd exited the parking lot.

Boyd stuck his hands in his pockets. "Trying ta' be. Back at the mines."

"Well, that's good."

"Till I die of black lung." Said Boyd simply.

Elenora led them around the corner. "You could always try to find a more health conscious line of work."

"There aren't too many people that will hire someone with my history."

"Well, maybe you just aren't trying hard enough then." Elenora snapped.

"You are definitely your parent's child. Don't know which one you sound like more, Raylan or Bella."

"Sorry." Elenora whispered, and she dropped her head slightly in shame. "I'm glad you are trying, Uncle Boyd."

It did not take long for them to reach the coffee shop, and Boyd held the door open for her. Once inside, she directed Boyd to have a seat and she would order two coffees. Boyd said he would have whatever she was having. So she ordered to brown sugar espresso then paid, directing the staff that she was going to sit down.

Boyd had picked a spot towards the back wall, the same table that Tim would usually pick when given the chance. It had a clear view of both exits and out the windows. When Elenora sat down, she placed her purse on her lap and kept both hands on it.

"You won't need that pistol of yours. I told you, I just wanna get to know you. Make sure... make sure that you are okay. That you're happy. That you..."

"Aren't a drug addict like my mamma?"

Boyd visibly cringed. "I can't imagine you are. Job, you have that education. Your daddy and I'm sure that boyfriend of yours wouldn't allow for such a thing."

"Reading."

"Reading?" Elenora watched as Boyd's face scrunched in visible confusion.

"That's my vise, my addiction. I read."

It was at this point that the coffee's arrived and there was a pause in the conversation. "Here you go Nora. You coffee cheating on Tim now, you know he won't be none too happy bout that."

Elenora let out a laugh. "I'm sure I'll have to deliver him a double on the weekend to make up for it." With a smile, the waitress put down the cups and walked away.

"Tim." Boyd began as he stared at Elenora. "What's his story? Only met him a few times. Boy seems to have a quick wit and holds a gun like he was born with it."

Elenora pulled her cup towards herself. "He was an army ranger. Sniper. Doesn't talk about it much, but he was good from what I hear."

"You being careful with that one? I know what it's like coming back from something like that. I watched a lot of good people come back real messed up, and they probably did a lot less." The look in Boyd's eyes told Elenora that he was being truly sincere.

"He doesn't talk about it much, but I know about his PTSD. Learning his triggers."

"That's good." Boyd let out a sigh and then reached for his own drink. "This looks real fancy."

"Espresso, some milk and brown sugar."

Boyd lifted the cup to his face, blew on it, and then brought it to his lips for a small sip. Once he had swallowed, he put the cup back down and smiled. "Your momma like sweet things too."

"What was she like, before..." Elenora trailed off, she like to remember the few good things she could about her mother. Most of what she remembered was her mother passed out somewhere in the house and Elenora teaching herself how to use the stove to make soup for dinner.

"Before she got hooked on oxy?"

Elenora let her eyes fall to her cup, and she ran her finger around the rim. "Yeah."

"Your momma was an old soul. Didn't want for much, always helped out everyone else before she thought about herself. She was good in school, till she dropped out to raise you. We thought she might have been the first Crowder to actually amount to somethin' big."

"So what happened?"

"She had you, and then she started working for Bo, your grand-pappy. Next thing we knew she was using, and then I was off to war. They let me come back for the funeral..."

"Yeah, hard to forget about that."

Boyd looked ashamed. "What we did to you, that wasn't right. I know that now and I am sorry. I knew it then. You were the only thing left from her, and without thinking of the consequences of our actions, we made a poor decision."

"Do you know how scared I was? I had just found out I had a father that knew nothing about me, and then I was kidnapped by my own family. Hauled off to some cabin. Men with guns watching the perimeter. I watched a man die in front of me. Do you know how messed up that made me?" Elenora's voice died down into a whisper. "It is going to take a lot more than a sorry to fix that, Uncle Boyd."

"And I would like a chance to do more than say I'm sorry. So how's your daddy feel about you dating a lawman?" Elenora did not answer and instead brought her cup to her lip for another sip. Her uncle watched her for a moment and then realized the answer to his question. "Your daddy doesn't know."

"Nope."

Boyd smirked and shook his head. "You know, that is probably not the best idea. Knowing what I know of your daddy, I don't think that is going to end well for you."

"It was never going to end well. Now they work together, and either way, it's gonna be a bad day for everyone."

Elenora was sat on her couch, her and her uncle had talked for about two hours before they parted ways. The tv was playing some movie, and she had a book folded open on the blanket that rested across her lap, but she just stared at the wall. A part of her wanted to believe her Uncle, that maybe they could be a family again, but her heart just did not want to latch onto that thought. He was right about one thing. Perhaps it was time to tell her dad about Tim.

The door deadbolt flipping brought Elenora out of her trance, and she watched as Tim entered the apartment. She watched as he relocked the door behind him, moved across to the bed, unloaded his weapon, and tossed his magazine onto Elenora's side of the bed. This was routine now, so simple it was as if they had done it a thousand times already. She knew not to ask. If he wanted to talk about what happened, Elenora would let him tell her when he was ready.

When Tim entered the living area after discarding his badge and gun and brought himself to the couch and picked her book up from her hands and laid down with his head on her lap. He left the book open to her page and draped it across his stomach to keep her place. His fingers weaved themselves together as he laid his hands across his lap.

Elenora reached down and ran her fingers through Tim's hair and watched as he closed his eyes with a sigh. "Uncle Boyd knows about us. He's been following me."

"Gonna have to teach you how to lose a tail. He must not have told your daddy, otherwise I don't think he would have wanted to be teamed up with me today."

"No, but he did say I should tell him sooner rather than later. I think he's right. We should figure out how we want to do this."

"Raylan, we need to talk," Art called out after he saw Raylan grab his hat to leave for the night. Raylan raised an eyebrow as he entered the office. "You are gonna wanna sit down."

"Art? What's going on?" Raylan questioned as he sat himself down on the couch.

Art leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands together. "How'd Tim seem at the scene?" Since his two deputies got back, Art had been having an internal battle about whether he should be worried about the situation or not. He was sure that Tim had some PTSD and a drinking problem, and while it never affected his work, now Elenora was in the picture.

"Seemed fine. Why?"

"Just wondering. Close range shot, with a pregnant woman in proximity. Tight shot, things could have easily gone wrong."

Raylan leaned back on the couch and sighed. "Art, if you were really worried about Tim, you would be talking to him right now, so what is this really about? You gonna give me shit cause I gave him the go ahead?"

"I need you to know something, that you aren't supposed to know, and you have to promise you aren't going to go all Raylan on me." Said Art, realizing that he was about to open a door, he would never be able to close.

"What do you mean go all Raylan?"

"You know, shoot someone. If you didn't know, you are an angry man, Raylan."

Raylan sighed and tipped his head back. "Spit it out Art, I promise I won't shoot no one."

Art took a large breath in and looked Raylan in the eye. "Tim and Elenora are together, Raylan. Been seeing each other before you got transferred."

"Bullshit. I've asked both of them. Elenora swore that she was seeing someone else. She wouldn't lie to me about that."

"Raylan, you threatened to shoot the man. How do you think you coming here working with the guy who was sleeping with your daughter was gonna be if you knew? You would just have ended up hating Tim before you even got to know the guy. You telling me you wouldn't have tried to break them up? Wouldn't have ended up ruining your relationship with your daughter?"

Raylan opened his mouth, but then closed it and let his shoulders sag. "She was scared to tell me?"

"They both are."

"How'd you find out?"

Art could see the defeat in Raylan's eyes. Like a man who realized he had fucked up, with no clue how to come back from it. "I saw them at a coffee shop together. Arm's wrapped around each other. Elenora laughing and smiling. The night we needed Tim to get us in with your father, the two of them had been out. That's why I went with him. Elenora was fast asleep in the backseat. Tim confessed to the whole thing. Raylan, he bought a ring."

At this, Raylan's eyes widened. "Like a..." He trailed off and pointed toward the ring finger on his left hand.

"Yup. He's been sitting on it for months. Waiting to ask your permission. They're good kids Raylan. I'm only breaking their confidence because if Tim can't handle this, he's taking that home to your daughter; to a young woman that feels like she's my own."

Raylan was quiet for a long while, till finally the wheel in his head stopped turning. "What do I do? Do I, do I tell her I know? Do I tell him I know?"

"From one dad to another, you need to let them come to you. Otherwise, they are gonna feel like kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Just show Elenora that you trust her, that you are proud of her, and she will tell you. Now that I know, it's clear they aren't trying too hard to hide it from you. I think it's just a matter of her knowing you aren't disappointed in her."

"I could never be disappointed with her. She's grown into this strong young woman. Someone I never thought I would be able to raise on my own."

"Then tell her that Raylan, and maybe she will start telling you things you wanna here too." Art watched as Raylan stood up, hat in his hands.

"I'll do a drive by, send her a message. Just check in with her. I'm sure Tim's fine. You'll need to debrief and all that tomorrow, anyway. Should be easy to tell if there is concern." Art stood up from his chair and eyed Raylan with suspicion. "I won't do anything stupid, don't worry. Need more time to process all this anyhow."

"Well then, have a good night, Raylan."

Raylan headed towards the doorway but paused before looking back at Art. "Thanks for telling me."

"I'd hope you would have done the same."

78.

Raylan circled the block of Elenora's apartment building and found Tim's car parked in a paid parking stall, alongside a bunch of overflow vehicles from a nearby hotel. He admitted he probably would have never noticed driving by that it was Tim's, but now he knew to look.

When he pulled up across the street from Elenora's large windows, he looked up to find the lights in the apartment on. Pulling out his phone, he pulled up Elenora's number and hit call. He could see a shadow move across the window, and then the call was answered.

"Daddy, is everything okay?"

"Yeah sunshine, everything's fine." Said Raylan and he watched as Elenora came into view through the window.

"Did you need something?"

Raylan sighed as he watched her lean against the window frame, staring off into the room. "Had a weird case today and thought of you. I just, just wanted to hear your voice, know that you were okay."

"I'm good daddy. Are you?"

"I will be. Like I said, just wanted to hear your voice." It was then he noticed a second shadow moving across the window. "But I should let you go. I probably woke you up. Hey, you aren't working tomorrow, are you? Wanna grab breakfast with your old man?"

"I'd love to. Say seven before you need to go in?"

"Yeah, that works. I'll text you the place."

"Okay daddy, get some sleep. I love you."

"Love you too, Sunshine." With that, Raylan ended the call and watched as Elenora did the same, and then Tim came into view. Raylan watched as the two said something to one another and then Tim stepped forward, placed a hand on her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Then they disappeared further into the apartment before the lights began to turn off, bathing the home in darkness.

Raylan fell back in his seat. "Well, fuck." He whispered and thought back to his time with Tim. The guy seemed to have his shit together. He was good at his job, and honestly, he was beginning to think of the guy as a friend, one of the few he actually had.

Chapter 13

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The Daughter - Chapter 11

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 11

Elenora was happy at this moment. Between her starting work at the school and Tim's work with the Marshal's they had little time together over the last bit. Mainly, they had been staying at their respective residences and meeting up for coffee in the morning together, if time allowed. But now, now Tim was spinning her around the dance floor of some dingy bar outside of Lexington. Some of his friends from the army had invited Tim and Elenora out to listen to an Alabama cover band.

When the current song had ended, Tim had dipped Elenora low to the ground. Letting out a laugh, Tim hoisted her back up and put his lips on hers. It all felt like she was a teenager again. Making out on the dance floor.

"GET A ROOM!" Came a shout from one of Tim's friends and Elenora just laughed as she pulled away from Tim to head back to the table. Tim, however, seemed to have a different idea and instead pulled Elenora back to him and once again claimed her mouth with his own. The kiss was passionate and Elenora felt her knees go weak, but Tim held her to him until finally he pulled his lips off of hers.

The two of them headed back to the table the group was sat at and Tim pulled Elenora into his lap when he sat down. Wrapping his arm around her and setting his hand down on her skirt covered thigh.

"Who would have thought Gutterson would have found someone as crazy as him?" Said one of the guys from across the table.

"You calling me crazy?" Elenora said with a large smile as she reached for her beer.

"Honestly, it is just nice to know you are real. We thought he was making you up. Arresting some naked girl in a fountain and then hooking up with her."

Elenora looked back at Tim with wide eyes. "Is that what you told them?"

"I might have embellished a little." Tim said, a sly smile on his face as he grabbed his own beer. He took a swig, and Elenora felt him settle back in his chair.

"As long as you haven't been showin' 'em that picture."

"Gutterson, you holdin' out on us?" Another one of the men, Steven, asked with a laugh.

"Ain't nobody ever gonna see that one but me," Said Tim. He turned his head and looked at Elenora. The look he was giving her was hard to decipher. She could not quite figure out what he was thinking while he looked at her.

Pulling her eyes away from him, Elenora looked at Tim's friends. "So you said crazy like him? What kind of stories you got for me?"

It was about an hour later when Elenora, who was dancing with Steven and watched as Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. She did not miss the way he looked at the caller ID and then at her with a frown. After he got off the phone, he made his way down to the dance floor just as the song was ending.

"We gotta' go. Art called. Your grandfather is hiding out in the vet's bar and Art and your daddy can't get in to talk to him."

"Gotta go to show that super hero card of yours?" Tim's friend asked.

"Yup." Tim was holding Elenora's purse on his arm and used the other to present to Elenora. "I got the tab, so I'm ready to go when you are."

Elenora took her purse from Tim and smiled at Steven. "Thanks for the dance."

"Any time. You keep Gutterson in check there okay, it's nice having him back at the meetings."

When they hit the interstate, Elenora settled herself against the door so she could look at Tim. "I had fun tonight. Your friends are nice."

"They're assholes, but nice assholes at least," Replied Tim. His left hand gripped the steering wheel. "Sorry, I had to cut it short for work. Was really looking forward to taking you home tonight."

"Well, we will have a three-hour drive back after this. I'm sure we could make a pit stop somewhere." Elenora wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Tim just let out a chuckle. "So, how do you wanna play this out when we get there? Am I hiding in the back, or are we coming up with some excuse as to why we are arriving together?"

"Honestly, I was just thinking we tell the truth. We went out with some friends for drinks out of town, and I wasn't just gonna leave you there." Tim looked at Elenora. "Honestly, it's kind of fun watching your daddy squirm. He's been asking lately if I've met this guy of yours. He says he is trying to be good and leave you be. Let you tell him when you're ready."

Elenora pulled up a leg and tucked it under herself as she watched Tim. "I'm impressed. He said he would give me some space. Didn't realize you two were becoming so friendly to one another."

The rest of the drive was filled with silence and idle chitchat, mostly to keep the both of them awake and focused, and once they got close, Elenora found her palms beginning to sweat and her heart began to beat fast. "Tim, I don't know if I can do this..."

"If you want to stay in the vehicle, you can. Just climb in the back seat and get some sleep. I saw you driftin' off over there, as much as I appreciate you stayin' awake with me. You can rest Nell."

They were within the town limits now, so Elenora unbuckled her seat belt and slipped through the center and into the back seat. Laying herself down on the fabric, she tucked her arm under her head and sighed. "This is kind of nice, actually."

"We're coming up on it now. I'll try not to be too long."

"Okay." Whispered Elenora as she closed her eyes. It was a minute or so later when she felt the vehicle come to a stop and Tim opened the door, hopping out.

She could hear footsteps outside and then Art's voice. "We interrupt anything?"

"I've been off the clock since five, so..."

"You drunk?" Art asked, his voice now sounding further away.

"I was headed in that direction, till this detour..."

Then it was just quiet. The only noises Elenora could hear were the passing vehicles and so she let herself drift away to sleep.

When Art Mullen had gotten up that morning, he decided that unlike every other morning he was going to try something different, there was a coffee shop on the other side of the Marshal's office that Elenora had told him about. She liked to study there, she said, it had an amazing brown sugar espresso. She thought he would like it, but Art just never seemed to find the time. Today, however, he had decided to find the time. It was early, six am, but Art knew they would be open from his prior conversations with Elenora.

So there he sat in a booth at the back. Coffee cooling on the table and a newspaper fanned out in front of him. He had been focusing on the international news section when he heard Elenora's laugh echo through the quite busy building. So when he had looked up, he had expected her to be laughing at something the young man behind the counter had said, but instead she was wrapped in his youngest deputy's arms.

Art picked up the paper in front of him slowly and held it up slightly as to partially cover his face as he watched the two. He could only see Tim's back, but he knew it was him, by the hair, stature and pistol at the man's hip. Elenora was leaning against his side, her head on his shoulder, and his arm was resting along her back and hip. She had a large briefcase bag on her shoulder, signaling she must be on her way to work. Art watched as they waited in line, talking to each other in what appeared to be easy conversation. When they turned to head to the pickup counter, Art raised the paper and instead watched their reflection in the large windows of the shop. He watched as Elenora stood herself chest to chest with Tim and the two kissed, with Tim's hands moving to the back of her neck.

So this was it, he thought, the great mystery of who Elenora was seeing. He knew he should not be surprised. He had a feeling something was happening ever since the night Elenora was attacked in the parking lot. Leslie had told him when Tim dropped Elenora off, he had stuck around for a bit, sitting on the bed and just watching her sleep. She had said it was the way Tim brushed the hair out of Elenora's face that told her that Tim was in love with her. Art wondered for how long it had been happening, and how they had been able to keep it so hidden, considering they had no qualms about going out in public together.

When Tim had shown up drunk and seemed not too keen on the fact he had been disturbed, Art wondered if that meant he had been spending the evening with Elenora. The young mans plaid shirt open, revealing his undershirt, was an unkempt, relaxed look Art was not used to seeing. That was a thought for later, however, as the three Marshal's sat themselves down at Arlo Givens table.

"How did you get in?" Arlo asked as he eyed Raylan.

"Deputy Gutterson served in Afghanistan." Raylan said simply as he motioned to Tim. Art watched the way Tim's eyes narrowed as he looked at the older man.

"He a mess-hall cook?" Arlo asked with a laugh.

Leaning back in his chair matched Arlo's stare. "Sniper in the Rangers."

Arlo looked Tim over. "So, he's the shit. The Afghan war, huh?"

"Yes, sir," Tim replied.

"Yes, sir. I like that. Yes, sir." Arlo spoke, his voice sounding somewhat amiable but also mocking. "So, what can I do for ya'll?"

"We're interested in Boyd Crowder." Art began.

"Isn't he out in the woods, uh, running a revival or something?" Arlo asked as he sat back in his seat.

Art leaned forward and rested his hands on the table. "Yeah, but we want to know if he's helping Bo Crowder and if Bo's reestablishing his business."

Arlo just scuffed. "Why would I know any of that?"

"Because you ran Bo's protection-and-collection business while he was in prison." Raylan said simply, as if it was well known news.

"I what?" The sarcasm rolled off Arlo in waves, and Art could tell this was not going to go well for them.

"You deny it?" Asked Art as he narrowed his eyes at Arlo.

"Hell, yes, I deny it. That's crazy. Why on earth would Bo do something like that?"

That seemed to be enough for Raylan as the man stood up from his seat. The chair legs scratched across the floor from the force. "Okay. We're done here."

"Mr. Givens, what we need you to consider..." Tim spoke after minutes of silence, but he was interrupted as Raylan grabbed the back of Arlo's chair and his face appeared next to his fathers.

"What I'm supposed to say is, we know you ran Bo's protection racket into the dirt. So it doesn't take a prophet to see the future from here." This caused Arlo to stand from his seat, with Art and Tim following suit. "Okay. You can either sit around, waiting to catch a bullet or..."

"What?" Arlo asked his son, the disdain dripping from his voice.

"Or you can accept protection from the Marshal's Service."

"How about we talk about my granddaughter. That Crowder kept her hidden from you, from me. Wonder if she turned out like you, an arrogant self righteous ass?"

"Don't you talk about my daughter." Raylan spoke as he pointed a finger towards his father. "How about instead we talk about Helen? You gonna forgive yourself if she gets caught in the crossfire, hmm?"

"You are no longer welcome here. Any of you." Arlo spoke, turning around and looking to Art and Tim. "Tell the truth." Arlo began as he looked back at Raylan. "You didn't honestly think you could turn me."

Raylan pushed his hat down a little farther on his head and sighed. "I came here as an officer of the law, because sometimes we have to make deals with lowlifes because we have our sights set on life-forms even somehow lower on the ladder of lowlifes than they. And why would you ever think I would let you anywhere near my daughter?"

The slap that sounded as Arlo's palm connected with Raylan's face was loud in the silence of the bar, and Art had to stick an arm out to hold Tim back as the young man pushed forward to intervene. Unsure if it was the why Arlo was talking about Elenora or the booze he had drank prior. It honestly was probably a little of both. "Mr. Givens, we're taking down the Crowders, and you can either go with them or not." Art said simply as he watched Raylan storm away from the group.

When Art got outside, he was greeted by the sound of his cell phone going off, and the sound of Raylan's. Then, as Tim appeared beside him, the young Marshal's as well. The three looked at each other before Art opened the phone to see a message reading 'double murder, think it was Boyd taking out more cookers.' There was also an address attached.

Art looked at Tim and then at Raylan. "I'm gonna ride with Deputy Gutterson. Raylan lead the way." Raylan headed off to the car, and Art walked to stand next to Tim. "You and I need to have a talk on this ride."

"Sir..." Tim began as he fished his keys out of his pocket and looked from Art to the SUV and back again. "There is something you should know."

"I got a pretty good guess, son."

"Well, then at least, be quiet cause she's sleepin'." Said Tim with a sigh as he and Art moved toward the vehicle and each carefully opened the doors and got in. Without waiting for Art to even do his seat belt up, Tim pulled out of the parking lot and headed out.

Once they were on the move, Art turned to look in the backseat, and there, curled up under Tim's blue Marshal's jacket, was Elenora. Fast asleep, using her hands that were laying palm to palm as a pillow. When he brought his head back to look at Tim, he found the young man staring out the windshield leaned back with one hand on the steering wheel.

"How long?"

"Since the night before she got the apartment." Said Tim simply.

"So that story you guys told, when Wallace had her?"

"Mostly true. Didn't actually catch her in the fountain. Met her at the bar, she asked me for a favor to help with getting the place. We've been going steady since," Tim said casually as he continued to stare at the taillights of Raylan's car.

"Steady?" Art questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Tim let his head lean to the right, and he let out a sigh. "Yeah, steady."

"So, this thing is serious?"

"Yup." Said Tim before glancing back towards Elenora. "Nell, you still sleepin'?" When now reply came, Tim pointed towards the glove box and gave Art a pointed look. "Open it."

Art did as he was told and reached forward to release the latch. Looking inside, he strained against the dim light of the cab, but he could make out a few loose pieces of paper, a notepad, a box of condoms, which he raised an eye at and a small black box. Plucking it from the depths of the dark hole, Art held it in his hands and looked at Tim. "Is this what I think it is?"

"We went to some house party, a graduation thing at one of her friends. I saw her there with her friends, having fun, a smile on her face. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We talked a little on the porch. She asked me what I was thinkin' about, and honestly, I was imagining her leavin' me. Cause before that, all night, all I could think about was growin' old next to her. Didn't think about work, not about the war, just her." He rocked his head back and forth for a second. "Next day, I bought that."

Art stared down at a thin gold band, with a large round cut diamond and a scattered halo of about a dozen small diamonds. "Tim..."

"Raylan doesn't know."

Art closed the ring box and put it carefully back in the glove compartment. "I figured seeing as how you don't have a bullet hole in you. So, what are you gonna do?"

"Art, I wanna marry that girl back there. I just don't know how to ask her daddy's permission."

Chapter 12

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The Daughter - Chapter 10

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 10

Elenora and Tim had fallen into an easy routine. In the bit they had been seeing each other, things seemed relatively easy and quiet until Elenora decided to pick today as the day to bring coffee to the office. Now she was standing, looking down the barrel of Tim's gun as the man behind her held a shiv to her throat.

"PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!"

It had all happened so fast. She was walking by two security guards and the next thing she knew the inmate they were transporting had her flush up against him.

"Let her go." Tim spoke calmly as he kept his eyes and gun trained on the man holding Elenora.

"Do as I say or I'll gut her!" The man yelled again, and Elenora could feel the press of the weapon on her skin. Elenora watched as Raylan and Art emerged from the office, guns drawn and pointing towards her, and her eyes got wide as she watched her father grit his teeth before opening his mouth.

"Don't..." Elenora whispered as she looked to her father.

The man who grabbed her began to back up and Elenora saw the body of an unconscious guard on the ground. She had not seen him go down, everything had happened so fast. "Who are you? You someone important to one of them?" When Elenora did not answer she felt his hold on her tighten uncomfortably and his warm breath hit the side of her face. "What's your name."

"Elenora...Elenora Crowder." She stuttered out as the man continued to back them up and into the locker room. The man kicked the door partially closed so that he and Elenora were just peaking out.

"So who is it? The old man there, is he your daddy?" The man asked as he pointed her towards Art. "Or what about pretty boy there? Got up pretty fast, had his gun on me faster than I would have thought. You belong to him?" The man questioned, and Elenora was sure he was referring to Tim.

Elenora could see her father take a small step forward so quickly she averted her eyes to Tim. "He's my fiance. He just became a Deputy. We just moved..."

That seemed to tell the man enough, as he pulled them both into the room and slammed the door shut. Once they were inside the room, she watched through a window as everyone in the office moved to keep both her and the man in their sights, and then he pulled the blind shut.

"I'm gonna need to you to move that locker with me. You think you can do that without trying anything?"

"I just want to go home in one piece. I won't try anything." Elenora whispered and then she helped to shimmy the locker in front of the door they had come through, blocking that entrance entirely. They then moved towards another window and closed the blinds there as well. Then they reached the door that led into the conference room and the man leaned himself and Elenora into the doorway ever so slightly. It was then she saw her father standing there with his gun in his hands but pointed to the ground.

"There is still a chance to walk back from the cliff here, Wallace. If you just let the woman go, I'll make sure to it personally that you don't see any retribution." Said Art calmly.

"Don't blow smoke up my ass. Else I might have to bite into this pretty neck and spit blood back in your face!"

Elenora felt a shudder go through her. She had gotten herself out of a scrape not too long ago, but this, this was different, and her purse with her gun was sitting on the floor next to Rachel's desk. There was nothing to get her out of this situation except for the lawmen in this office.

"Now, Mr Wallace, I'm just trying to resolve this situation before the tactical team gets here and takes all the credit for bringing you out of there." Art spoke again in a calm voice.

Wallace's head pushed forward and got closer to hers, his cheek touching her own. "You the shit? They send you in here to ghost me in case this goes further south?"

"The Chief's a pretty good shot himself." Raylan said as he cocked his head to the side where Art was standing with his gun drawn, but also pointed to the ground.

"But you're better." Wallace spoke and Elenora watched as Raylan nodded his head.

"Yep." Raylan said simply.

"I'll talk to you, cause you don't bullshit me!"

Elenora tried to focus on her breathing as she listened to the two of them talk. She could see her father talking, and another man, shorter and in a suit. She was not sure who he was, but then she saw Tim out of the corner of her eye. He was hugging the wall and watching her with hard eyes.

"You have to resolve this situation without drawing your weapon. Prove something to this suit?" Wallace asked.

Raylan shrugged his shoulders and holstered his weapon. "You were moving around, dragging this poor woman around. I figure it was a fifty fifty I put you down before you cut her. Besides, the point of this exercise is everybody lives."

Then Elenora was backed up, and the door slammed shut in front of her. Now it was just her and Wallace. "Mr. Wallace?" Elenora whispered, and she felt him pull back slightly from her, but he did not loosen his grip.

"Mr. Wallace. I like that." He said with a throaty laugh.

"You know this isn't gonna end well for one of us, right?"

"I am well aware." Wallace said simply.

Letting a shaky breath leave her lips, Elenora did her best to keep herself calm. "I'm not gonna try anything. Just so you know." She turned her head just slightly so she could connect her eyes with his. "At the end of all of this, I want us to both be able to walk from this room."

"You trying to psychology me? Let me guess, you some kind of doctor?"

"Actually, I'm a teacher. Just graduated. Daddy wouldn't let me go into law enforcement, so I figured teaching was the next best thing."

"You about to tell me you're pregnant? That you want nothing more than to have kids with that fiance of yours out there? Try to win my pity?"

Elenora actually let out a laugh. "Fuck no, we both decided we are too selfish and too irresponsible to have children." She thought back to a prior conversation with Tim. That day, they were in the parking garage.

Wallace then pushed her forward and opened the door to look out into the office. He wrapped his arm around tight once again and soon she was looking at her daddy once again. "You think you can pull this off, get everyone safely out of here? Let this pretty one go home to her fiance?"

The hand next to Raylan's pistol twitched, and Elenora watched as her father's eyes connected with her own. Normally, she had a good idea of what was going on in his brain, but right now, she had no clue what he was thinking. "I'm sure my colleague would appreciate that."

"Yeah? Where is he, anyway?" Wallace asked.

It was then the Elenora saw Tim walk out from Art's office. His gun was holstered and his hands were at his sides. "I'm right here."

"You gotta tell me how you land this one? She looks way out of your league."

Tim smiled. "Your tellin' me. Don't know why she said yes."

"I didn't see no ring on her finger." Said Wallace.

Shyly, Tim tipped his chin down. "We're a little untraditional."

"Really, how'd you two meet darlin'?"

Thinking back to the night she saw Tim in the bar, the first night they slept together, she smiled. "He arrested me."

Wallace let out a throaty laugh. "Really?"

"Really." Said Tim. "Indecent exposure. Got naked and stood in a city fountain as part of some scavenger hunt."

A smirk rose on his lips and for a second Elenora felt like things were going to be okay, that maybe this would all end well. "I broke out of the handcuffs. Think I impressed him."

"Well shit, woman, I'm impressed."

"Think you might let the lady go, then?" Raylan asked. "Perhaps we can make a trade of some kind. Is there something you want?"

"You want a list of my demands? You gonna offer me a chopper, a plane, a suitcase full of money?"

The world came crashing back to Elenora as Wallace's grip tightened painfully around her and she let out a small squeak. "You want a chopper or a plane?" Raylan asked, his eyes going wide as Elenora saw the edge of the blade come into her vision.

"That's funny, he's funny. Had any numb nuts ever fallen for that? I mean, really thought he was gonna walk out of a hostage situation, take off in a seven forty-seven and get a hand job of the stewardess, huh?"

"I suppose you're right? So you gonna offer to exchange yourself for her? Or you romeo, gonna offer yourself up?"

"Nah, don't think that would be a very smart idea." Raylan replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just thinking that I'm so happy that's not me with that shiv against my neck. How'd you get that in there, anyway?"

"Keister'd it." Wallace said simply.

It took everything in Elenora not to dry heave at the thought of the man shit on the knife against her skin.

"Keister'd it?" Raylan said and the vague sound of impressed layering his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"Now I'm really happy not to be the one with it up against my face."

With that, Elenora felt herself being pulled back into the locker room and the door being shut once again. Walace moved Elenora to the wall and turned her around, pushing her face into the drywall. He held the back of her head to keep her head in place. "I want you to take that shirt of yours off. Nothing funny and I won't have to hurt you alright."

Elenora took a shaky breath in to calm her now wildly beating heart. "I won't try anything." She then felt the hand on the back of her head pull away. Keeping herself facing the wall, Elenora unbuttoned the blouse she had been wearing and shrugged it from her shoulders. Thank goodness she had an undershirt on. Once it was in her hand, she held it out to the side of her and waited for Wallace to give her more instructions. She did not like the situation she was in, but he was not coming off as someone who was going to rape her.

"Good, now turn around." Elenora did as she was told and slowly and with no excess movements, turned herself to face Wallace. "Can you tare a strip off, or do you need me too?"

"No, I think I can do it."

Wallace waved the shiv at her and Elenora took that as her cue to begin. Pulling at one of the seams, Elenora gave a hard tug, followed by another before the fabric gave way. Once she had torn a strip off, she held it out to Wallace, figuring as to what he was going to do next.

"Good girl, now turn around. Drop the rest of the shirt and hands behind your back."

Doing as she was told, Elenora let go of the remaining shirt and put her face to the wall once again. Slowly, she brought her hands to rest behind her on the small of her back. A few seconds later, she felt Wallace's hands on hers as he tied her wrists together. "That tactical team is gonna be here soon, so I'm gonna need you to keep doing as you're told, alright. I'd hate to have to cut that pretty throat of yours."

Once her hands were secure, she saw Wallace bend over and retrieve her discarded shirt. Quickly, he cut a chunk of the fabric off and then he grabbed her shoulder. Wallace spun her around and pushed her back into the wall. "Sorry miss, but that tact team is going to be here soon and they aren't going to give me a whole lot of options."

"I understand." Whispered Elenora.

Wallace stuffed the wad of fabric into her mouth tightly, and once it was secure, he grabbed her once again and held her in front of himself before opening the door once again. "Hey shooter?" He greeted to those in the room, and Elenora watched as the worry filled the eyes of everyone there at the state she was now in. "You got much experience with this sort of thing?"

Raylan took a deep breath in as he obviously tried to calm himself. "Negotiating with a barricaded suspect? Not really."

"Well, you're doing a good job so far. You have established a rapport with the subject. But now you got to make a determination. Is the subject emotionally disturbed?" When Raylan did not answer, Elenora felt the grip on her tighten and the shiv at her neck come into view at her peripheral. "Well, you got an opinion on that?"

"You seem pretty stable. Although you did spend all morning with a shiv up your ass."

"Well, that leads us to the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Is this situation negotiable? Has the subject expressed a desire to live? Has the subject given a list of needs and demands, and are those needs and demands realistic and achievable? See, I've done this before, shooter."

Raylan spread his arms out to his sides. "Tell me what you want, and we'll find out."

"Well, we got a big problem. I'm serving four consecutive life sentences, and there is no parole board in their right mind ever gonna let me back on the street." Wallace said matter-of-factly.

"So, as part of establishing a rapport with the subject, am I supposed to weep with him over all the unsympathetic parole boards who refuse to release him back into society when he clearly poses it not further danger?"

Wallace let out a laugh, and the shiv backed off slightly from Elenora. "To tell you the truth. I wouldn't put me back on the street, either. I am dangerous. I just want you to know to stop wasting your time. I mean, you ain't got nothing you can offer me."

"I understand my problem." Spoke Raylan slowly. "What do I get for the man who has everything?"

"Well, when you figure that out, shooter. Why don't you let me know? Until then, I'm gonna stay in here with my new friend." Wallace made to pull Elenora back in, but Raylan shot his hands out in surrender.

"No, no, listen. Now wait." It was now that Elenora could see the wheels turning in her father's head. Maybe now it was the moment that he realized there was perhaps a way out of this, that Wallace really was not just going to kill her on a whim. "Now, again, I haven't done this as much as you, but I don't think that's the way this works, me guessing at the key to your heart. The way this works is you tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can get it."

"You done?" Asked Wallace.

Elenora noticed Rachel enter the room and hand a picture to her father. "Who is she?" Raylan held the photo out so that Wallace and Elenora could see it. "Who's Simone?" When Wallace did not answer, Raylan pulled the photo back. "Mr. Wallace? You want to tell me who she is?"

"What do you know about Simone?"

"Well, nothing. I just looked at some photos of your tattoos."

"She's my daughter."

It was probably for the best that Elenora had been gagged. Right away, she knew this had to be a lie. When she had told Wallace about Tim and her not wanting kids, had he had one he cared about, she was sure he would have said something.

"Well, where is she?"

"I don't know. With her mother, I guess."

Raylan was falling for it, hook, line and sinker. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"When she was three. Most beautiful little girl in the world."

"How old is she now?"

"Fifteen, I guess."

Now it was just turning into entertainment for Wallace. Elenore was not sure why he would waste his time in this way, but he must have been enjoying it.

"Would you like to see her?"

"Could you do that?" Wallace asked with just a little to much happiness in his voice.

"Well, I...we could try."

"You could bring her here to me? Well, Marshal, that'd be a miracle." Elenora noticed the change in her father's demeanor immediately. The gig was up. "It'd be a real miracle, considering she doesn't exist. The Simone on my chest, that's David Simone. He was an enforcer for the wizards MC. I killed him. He was my first. That's why I hold him dear to my heart. I don't got no kids. At least none that I know of. Hell, I wouldn't give a shit even if I did. We got a big problem, shooter. It don't matter what you offer me."

Wallace kicked the door shut once again and pinned Elenora's front to it. "You improve my circumstances. You say you're gonna get me extra time in the yard, a job in the kitchen." Wallace shouted through the wood, and the volume made Elenora flinch. "It don't matter, cause I won't believe it. I know, just like you know, that I'm headed to Supermax. And I got no reason to believe that the asshole guards at Supermax are any different than the asshole guard's right here. They enjoy turning men into animals."

"Don't you? Don't you enjoy it?" Asked Raylan from the other side of the door.

"They take away your toilet paper. They don't let you shower for a week. They feed you juke cakes. You know what juke cake is shooter?"

"Well, I'm guessing it's unpleasant."

The blade retracted from view and Elenora closed her eyes for a second as she tried to keep herself calm as Wallace seemed to get more adjusted. "It's when one of those son of a bitches takes your meal and they dump it in a blender, blend it together, then they bake it in the oven like a casserole, except they burn it black on both sides. Then they feed it to you. I pretend like it's fried chicken from prince's hot in Nashville, and I enjoy every finger-lickin' mouthful."

"Well, I love fried chicken. Never had any in Nashville. They call it hot 'cause it's spicy?"

"Hell, yeah!" Wallace called out. "You take one bite of prince's and you start sweating like a whore in church."

"Well, the best fried chicken I ever had was the takeaway at Joe's stone crab in Miami. Can you believe that?' A Kentucky boy, I got to go all the way down to Florida just to get my favorite."

Wallace moved Elenora to the side of the door frame and he cracked the door ever so slightly. "Well, I ain't never been to Florida, so I, I couldn't pass judgment, but I will say this. I find it hard to believe you can get any good chicken at a joint with 'crab' in its name."

"That why you're doing this? Screw with the guys who screw with you?"

"Maybe I just plan on taking one more soul out with me."

"I think if you wanted to do that, you would have done it already."

"I got plenty of time. Honestly, I was looking forward to the trip down here. I know how it's gonna turn out. I mean, I'm under no illusion about that. At least three or four days of nice scenery on the van ride back and forth. Oh, but those two seen that it all turned to shit. Rolled me out of my bunk at three in the morning to feed me cold eggs. Drive me in a van with no goddamn windows. I get here, they put me in a cage, and then they go about tapping on the window like they're screwing with a monkey at the zoo. Maybe when I gut this one." Wallace pulled Elenora back in front of himself. "They will get to spend the rest of their lives knowing that her death is on their hands." Then he shut the door once again.

They stood in the locker room with Wallace's body holding Elenora against the wall in silence. She couldn't hear much besides the beat of her own heart as she now started to panic. After what felt like hours, she heard her father's voice on the other side of the door.

"Did you hear I ordered some chicken?"

"Fried chicken?"

"Well, all that talk about it, you know, got my mouth watering. If you want some, I mean, you can come out of there. I'll share some with you."

Once again Wallace opened the door and stuck Elenora in front of himself. "You know a box of chickens not gonna resolve this. But I would have loved to have seen the look on your boss's face when you told him you were ordering out lunch."

Elenora was having a hard time focusing on the conversation as she could feel her body starting to panic, and she worked to calm herself. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when suddenly Wallace had opened the door once again and Elenora could see her daddy standing there, with a takeout bag of chicken and a glass of bourbon.

"No one's trying to play you for a fool here, Wallace. Way this works, you hand me your weapon and these guys are gonna come in. They're gonna haul you out. They won't be gentle. Aun't nothing I can do about that. But you got, what, three days left in your hearings? Every day you come here, I'll get you a chicken dinner, or whatever, you want something else? You can sit, eat it." Raylan said before bitting into a piece of chicken.

"We could sit together, shooter talk shit like regular, old human beings."

"I don't know if it's prince's, but it's hot. Oh, and looky here." Said Raylan, as he raised a glass of bourbon to his lips and took a sip. "Ahh, if that, don't cool it down and heat it up at the same time." Reaching into the bag, Raylan took out a chicken leg and wrapped a napkin around the bone. "You're gonna want a napkin. Don't touch meat with that hand, where it's been."

Wallace's hand reached around Elenora and took the offered piece of chicken. The next thing Elenora heard was Wallace chewing on the bone. "It ain't prince's, but it'll do in a pinch. Don't suppose I can get a shot of that bourbon?"

"Well, two cups aren't just for me." Raylan then handed a cup to Wallace, and Elenora heard him swallow back the liquid greedily. Then she felt the grip on her loosen and then leave her all together. Elenora chanced a quick look behind her and saw Wallace throwing his weapon to the floor. Before she could process what she was doing, she was out of the room, and men in tactical gear were rushing past her.

Elenora rushed forward and felt a pair of arms latch onto her and pull her from the conference room and into Art's office. The sudden shock of it all caused Elenora to rip herself away from the arms that had held her. She needed to get her bearings; she needed to slow her mind down from the panic that was setting in.

"Hey, it's me." A voice pierced through her thoughts, and Elenora's eyes snapped to find Tim's. Tim approached her much like he had that night in the parking lot. His hands up, palms facing her. "I'm gonna take that thing out of your mouth, okay?"

Nodding her head, Elenora allowed Tim to pull the gag from her and once it was removed she let out a sob.

"Here." Whispered Tim as he motioned for her to turn around. She felt the fabric on her wrists loosen and soon she was able to pull her shoulders back into their proper position. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Asked Tim as he looked her over.

"No. No, I'm good. I just need a minute." Elenora sat herself down on the couch in Art's office and Tim moved to crouch down in front of her.

"He didn't cut you? Nick you? Do you need me to get Rachel?"

She knew what the question was implying, and that Tim had not really touched her yet. She could not see through the windows into the other room as the blinds were closed. But she did not need to as her father was stood in the doorway between the two rooms, staring down at her. "No, he didn't...he didn't touch me."

"Can I have a private word with my daughter, please?" Said Raylan.

Elenora looked back at Tim and she noticed that she was able to finally focus. There was a fire in his eyes as he looked at her. It was that look that told her Tim was doing everything in his power to ensure he did not explode in this moment. Standing up, Tim looked down at her for a moment longer and then left the room out the other door.

"Sunshine?" Raylan moved towards her and sat himself down next to her on the couch. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to settle myself back down. I think, at one point, I knew he wasn't going to kill me, but that still is something I would rather not do again."

"Tell me about it." Raylan said as he leaned back on the couch and threw an arm across the back of it. "Seeing him, holding that shiv up against your neck. That is not something I want to see ever again."

"It was in his butt." Elenora said and then a laugh left her lips.

"It was in his butt." Raylan repeated, and he to let out a laugh. "You're sure you're okay?"

Elenora moved herself on the couch, putting her back to the arm and tucking her legs up underneath her. "Yeah. I just, I just need a few minutes before I can attempt to be a functional person again."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Raylan spoke. "I'm proud of you, you know. You kept your cool. You didn't seem to do anything to anger him, seemed to actually seem remorseful for holding you."

"Well, my daddy taught me well."

"And that bit about you being Gutterson's fiance..." Raylan spoke as he looked down his nose at her. She had wondered how long it would take for him to get to that part of the day. "Why you do that?"

"I needed you to get me out of that, and you weren't going to be able to do that if Wallace knew that you were my daddy. He assumed I had some relation to someone and when he mentioned Tim, I rolled with it."

"So that whole thing about him arresting you..." Raylan's hand waved around in front of him.

"Oh no, he arrested me." Elenora began and Raylan dropped his hand as his eyes went wide. "That wonderful apartment I have. I needed to cross off being arrested in order to get it, so Tim helped me. Hauled me out in front of my friends. I did use that pin trick you taught me to get out of the cuffs, though. Think I did actually impress him."

"Why am I just hearing about this now?"

Elenora shrugged her shoulders. "Didn't seem important. He didn't actually arrest me, just helped to make it look like I was. So I could get the apartment. We never said anything, scared Art might get upset at Tim for going along with it and for me for doing it in the first place."

"That why you two seem so friendly?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hit it off after that. He's a good guy. Think you would really like him if you weren't breathing down his neck all the time, and you wonder why I don't wanna introduce you to the guy I'm seeing?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to protect you, sunshine. I find it hard to imagine that someone would ever be good enough for you. Maybe you will finally let me meet him?"

"When I trust that you aren't going to shoot him."

Chapter 11

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The Daughter - Chapter 9

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 9

"Okay, show me how you were taught to hold." Tim directed her to hold the pistol that was sat on the ledge. Picking it up Elenora felt out the weight of it. It was a Glock just like Tim's issued pistol. He figured it was best for her to be used to the weight and feel in case she ever needed to use his service weapon for their own defence. It was also reliable and should easily fit in a handbag or on her person. Or at least, that is what Tim had told her. He seemed to have gone into what she could only describe as his ranger voice. He either took what he was saying seriously or he did not even realize what he was doing. Elenora held the gun with her trigger finger against the slide, and then wrapped her other hand around the grip.

Elenora held the gun out in front of her at eye level towards the target in front of her, with her arms extended.

"Good, but legs a little farther apart." Tim spoke as he pushed at her right foot with his own. "Put your thumb here." Tim moved her thumb to rest along the frame of the pistol, pointing in the same direction as her barrel. "When you're ready, try to hit the center of the target." Tim pushed her ear protection into place and stepped back.

Taking a few breaths, Elenora exhaled at the same time she pulled the trigger. It hit a few inches off of center and lowered the gun slightly.

"Again."

Elenora relaxed her grip just slightly and breathed out again as she pulled the trigger. This time, the edge of her bullet hole touched the bullseye.

"The rest of the clip."

Complying, Elenora stared down the barrel and fired her remaining rounds. Each shot at center or just off from center. When the magazine was empty, she released the magazine and set both the empty clip and pistol to the ledge. Then she removed her ear protection and turned to look back at Tim.

"Your daddy taught you well. Can you draw?" Tim asked as he held out another magazine to Elenora.

Nodding, Elenora put her ear protection back on and took the magazine from Tim. He then grabbed a simple black waist holster from the wall. Taking her hips in his hands, he moved her, so that they stood hip to hip. He pulled up her shirt to expose the skin at her waist, then he pulled at the waistband of her jeans and slid the soft leather of the strap holster between her skin and denim. Once it was set, he stepped away and allowed Elenora to do the rest.

She went through three more clips before Tim let her stop. "My arms are tired." Elenora spoke as she allowed Tim to remove the holster from her. His hands brushing across her stomach with a smile as he did.

"We will submit all the paperwork tomorrow, but we will get you a gun and everything tonight. Just keep one of my cards on you in case you have any issues."

"Okay." Elenora responded with a smile.

"So are your arms too tired to fire a rifle?" Asked Tim with a sly smile.

Elenora felt her eyes grow wide. "You know I'm suddenly feeling much better." She stuck her arms out and wiggled them around in the air for emphasis.

It only took Tim a few minutes to set up a rifle and put out targets. He pulled up two stools to sit on. "Do I get to see the master at work?"

Tim gave a nod and sat down. Ear protection on, he got himself into position and Elenora lenses against the wall of the stall they were in. She noticed one thing immediately: Tim leaning down, looking through the sight of the rifle, seemed so natural. It looked like the rifle was an extension of him.

She kept quiet as he focused on the targets ahead and, with little effort, he tapped the trigger and the rifle fired. A small hole forming right on center of the target. Then he fired again, and again. Each bullet hitting with deadly accuracy. Then he pulled back and looked at Elenora.

"Is this what it's like for you? Because I've never been more turned on." Elenora said before putting the tip of her index finger in her mouth and bitting down.

Tim let out a laugh and hopped himself to the other stool before patting the seat on the stool he had just been on. Sitting herself down, Elenora positioned herself in what she thought was the same way as Tim. She heard the scrape of the stool behind her and felt Tim bring his chest flush with her back. Hands slid down her arms and repositioned her grip slightly before he backed off slightly. "Don't put your eye on the sight. It will kick back more than you think, and then you are gonna have to explain to your daddy how you got that black eye."

"Got it." Elenora said she slid back slightly on her stool.

"Close your left and get yourself in position so that you can be comfortable, see out the scope, and move the butt..." Tim began as moved her shoulder over slightly, and repositioned the butt of the gun. After he released the gun, he let his hand travel back up her arm, and Elenora wondered if it was so he would not startle her. "When you are ready, pull the trigger on the pause before breathing back in. Nice and slow, and follow through with the trigger after the fire. When you feel it, stop release it back at the same speed."

"Okay." Elenora looked through the scope and shifted slightly to position the rifle at the target. She kept her head back. "Is this far enough?" Elenora asked as she held her position and she felt Tim move around her.

"Move your head back just a little more."

Complying, Elenora pulled back slightly and then tried to steady her breathing as she looked down the sight.

"Whenever you're ready." Said Tim.

Elenora inhaled, exhaled and then inhaled again. As she let out the breath, she focused down the sight and when she felt the breath leave her lungs, she pulled at the trigger with her finger. When it fired, everything in her pushed back and a small 'yip' left her in surprised, and Elenora could hear Tim let out a laugh behind her.

Tim's fingers brushed against the loose hair at the back of Elenora's head, moving it from her neck. "Not bad for your first time." Elenora looked towards the target and saw a hold only an inch off from where Tim's three hole punch sat. "Now that you know what it feels like, would you like to try again?"

"Yes!" Elenora said happily.

An hour later and with a very sore shoulder, Elenora stood in the sales section of the gun range. Tim was talking to a man behind the counter and was setting everything up for what she was going to require. "Nell." Tim called out and Elenora, who had currently been looking at a tactile vest, made her way towards the counter.

When she approached, Elenora noticed that there were several holsters laid out, as well as what appeared to be some handbags. "So this is her, huh?" Said the man as he looked Elenora over with a smile. He was an older gentleman.

"Yeah, this is her." Said Tim, as he dropped his head with a smirk. Elenora could see the blush starting to hit Tim's cheeks and realized that he was truly embarrassed by what was happening. Probably a thing he was not used to experiencing.

"This guy came in here last week." The man said with a large smile. "He's all smiles, can't stop talking about this amazing woman he's met. We ask him if he's sure the woman was actually real, or just a figment of his imagination..."

"Thanks, Reggie." Tim spoke with a laugh as he looked up at the man. "Reggie Peterson meet Elenora Givens. Now, can we get back to the task at hand?"

"I don't know." Elenora began as she leaned against the counter. "I wanna hear more about how amazing I am?"

Tim brought a hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well, now I'm just feeling ganged up on." When he brought his hand back down, he grabbed one of the holsters on the counter. A small, nylon, clipped holster to fit at the outside of her hip, much like what he was issued. He pulled at the wasted band of her jeans and slid it into place, the insert surprisingly soft against her skin. "How's that feel?"

"Alright." Elenora said with a shrug of her shoulders. Tim then placed an empty Glock inside and took a step back.

"Give it a few draws."

Backing away from the counter, Elenora took a few tries at unclipping it before drawing and when she turned to look at Tim, she saw him smiling. She figured she must have done alright then.

"I want you to get a bag, too." Said Tim as he motioned to the leather handbags on the counter.

"There is a concealed pocket on the outside." Reggie began as he unzipped an 'L,' shaped zipper at the side. "Easy access and carry. No one's the wiser, till you've pulled on them and put them down."

Elenora examined the bags and Tim picked one up and put it on her shoulder. "Try it out. If it's not comfortable or natural to you, we will figure out something else." Nodding in acknowledgment, Elenora pulled the Glock from her holster and slid it into the bag's compartment. She walked around the sales room while Tim leaned against the counter, watching her.

"You seem to be arming up this new lady friend of your pretty good?"

"Yeah, well, her Daddy's a Marshal, and so far he ain't making too many friends since coming to town." Said Tim in response.

"How's he feel about the two of you shaken up then?" Reggie asked as he leaned against the counter on his elbows.

Tim did not answer and instead just pointed his chin at the ground and eyed Reggie from under his brow.

"Ah, daddy don't know."

Stopping herself, Elenora swung her bag pulled on the zipper and pulled the unloaded Glock from its hiding place and pointed it towards the wall. "Don't forget the rest of my family. Drug dealers, racists and downright the most unsightly characters." Said Elenora with a laugh.

"Well, in that case, I'll throw in a secondary clip for you."

"Thanks Reggie. So how's the bag?"

"It's okay. I think I'd rather just use my own if that's okay?"

Pushing off from the counter, Tim took the bag back from Elenora as she approached the counter. "If that will be more comfortable for you, then okay? But you promise me, that thing makes it into your purse." Tim nodded his head towards the Glock that was gripped in Elenora's hand.

"I promise, won't leave home without it."

When everything was bought and paid for, Elenora left the range with a shiny new Glock, hip holster, cleaning tools, magazines and two boxes of ammo. Now they were sitting in the vehicle outside a community center. Elenora watched as a multitude of different people moved in and out of the doors.

"The meeting is an hour."

"Okay." Said Elenora as Tim got out, and she slid across the console to sit in the driver's seat. "After wanna grab some dinner?"

"I like that plan." Tim said with a nod before he placed his hands on the inside of the door and door frame and lifted slightly to kiss her. After he shut the door for her and Elenora watched as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and headed towards the entrance. As he went, a man approached him and slapped him on the shoulder in greeting and Elenora just had the feeling like everything was going to be alright. She watched as Tim disappeared into the building and then drove off to grab a coffee and read her book till she needed to pick him back up.

They had a simple dinner, stopping at a diner for a quick meal before heading to Elenora's for her to pack an overnight bag. Tim thought it was best that she sleep at his tonight, just in case Boyd's men tried anything.

At his apartment, they fell into a silent routine of getting ready for bed. Elenora placed her firearm in the nightstand on her side of the bed and the magazine loaded under the mattress below her pillow. Tim then handed her his without a word and she tucked it under the mattress as well, but within reaching distance of herself should something happen. Just like she had done the previous. Then they crawled into bed, with Elenora curled up against Tim, then both fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Elenora and Tim found themselves at the Marshal's office attempting to finish some paperwork before Raylan got in, but they were not so lucky.

"What's Nora doing here?" Raylan asked as he looked into the conference room where his daughter was sitting. A stack of papers in front of her and Tim was leaning over her, pointing at places where she then followed up signing with a pen.

"She's getting her CCDW. Tim told me this morning he saw her name come through his permit requests, so he is fast tracking it."

"Hey Art? There isn't something I should know about those two, is there?" Asked Raylan as he watched on as Elenora laughed at something Tim must have said.

Art let out a huff. "Tim and Nora. No, I don't think so. Any time she was here, they barley talked. Besides, I don't think either of them are that stupid. No, this guy she is with is probably someone she met at school, is too afraid to introduce you to on account of you threaten to shoot him."

"I followed him."

Art dragged his eyes from Elenora and Tim to look at Raylan. "Tim?"

"Yeah. Lost him in a parking lot, pretty sure he knew I was following him."

"Raylan! One, what are you even thinking tailing one of your fellow Marshals cause you think he's sleeping with your daughter and two, Tim would have spotted you a mile away, so it wouldn't work, anyway. He's good at his job, that one. You know, maybe if you give her a little space and privacy, she might open up about what's going on."

"Said he was a Ranger?"

"Sniper, and a hell of a good one at that."

"Here comes your daddy," Tim whispered to Elenora and a second later, she heard the door open to the room.

Turning her head, Elenora watched as her father and Art entered the room. "Hey daddy. Guess what I'm getting."

"I heard." Raylan stated as he came to a standstill across from Elenora and Tim. "Are you going to want me to come with you and help pick something out?"

"Actually, Deputy Gutterson already helped with that part. After what I did yesterday, and how upset you got, I asked him to help me get something, and then he told me he could get me set up right away with my concealed."

"Well, isn't that might nice of Deputy Gutterson?" Said Raylan simply.

Tim stood up fully and looked at Raylan. "We were hoping to get the paperwork done before you came in. She seemed pretty keen on surprising you."

"Wonder what she will surprise me with next."

Chapter 10

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The Daughter - Chapter 8

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 8

"What the fuck were you thinkin?" Raylan yelled down at Elenora. She was sat in a chair in the conference room of the Marshal's office. Her dad's hat sat on the table as he ran a hand through his hair in anger.

"I just..." Elenora began, but her father cut her off before she could continue.

"You weren't thinking, were you? You lied, to get you into a secure room with a felon Elenora." Elenora dipped her chin down and glanced to the side of the room where she could see Art, Tim and Rachel standing on the other side in hushed conversation, obviously trying to be discrete as they listened. "Don't look at them. They won't help you. What if Boyd's men were watching the hospital? What if one of them knew who you were? They could use you, Elenora, take you and barter you for Boyd."

Elenora's head shot back to look at her father. "He wanted to shoot you. He wanted to kill you, and you weren't going to tell me!" She eyed her father, and he held her gaze without a blink. The tension in the room was intense, and she was sure those outside the room felt it as well.

"How did you find out about what happened? I told Art I wanted to keep you out of this."

"I saw Ava. She told me what happened, told me she invited you over for dinner too?"

"That is none of your concern."

Elenora's butt was off the chair before she even knew what she was doing. "Yes, it is dad! You come back here, and right away it's like living in Miami all over again. You not telling me things, talking about how keeping me in the dark is keeping me safe? What next? You gonna tell me I need to leave Lexington?"

The fire was raging in her now. Elenora loved her father, but he liked to use his job as an excuse to decide for her. Like what brought her out to Lexington in the first place.

"Maybe you should." Said Raylan, his voice now just barley over a whisper. His eyes losing their anger and now holding a look of loss.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Elenora threw a finger out to point at her father. "Do not give me the puppy dog eyes. I will not up and move my whole life. I've just moved into an apartment. I have a job waiting for me and you know what-yes dad, I am seeing someone. Want to know why I didn't want to tell you, because of this! You tell me you want the best for me, and that I can come to you with anything, but I can't even tell you about the man I'm in love with because you will probably try to shoot him." Dropping her arm, Elenora's shoulders sagged as she realized what had just tumbled out of her, and it took everything in her body to not turn and look at Tim.

Raylan's eyes became enormous and his mouth opened as no words came out. Several seconds passed and Elenora was pretty sure the room's temperature had increased by twenty degrees. Finally Raylan's lips moved, this time accompanied by sound. "How long has this been going on for?"

"A couple weeks."

"A COUPLE WEEKS! Elenora, that isn't love, the excitement of something new." Said Raylan as he picked up his hat and shoved it onto his head.

"See, there you go again! Not wanting to listen, but just tellin' me how it is." Elenora grabbed her bag, which she had sat on the table when she first entered and put one foot in front of the other as she moved to the door to the conference room and threw it open.

"Elenora..." Raylan called out from behind her back. It was a plea for her to stay, but Elenora was having none of it. She stormed past the three Marshal's and out to the hall. Forgoing the elevator, she headed straight for the stairs and left the building once she reached the bottom.

Meanwhile, back in the Marshal's office, Raylan moved out of the conference room to stand with the rest of the team. "I wouldn't actually shoot the guy," Said Raylan was a sag of his shoulders.

"You sure about that?" Asked Art, as he the old man looked from the door to his friend.

"Maybe graze, but not like I'd shoot to kill."

"If you were my father, I wouldn't want to tell you about my love life, either." Said Rachel with a huff before she walked away back to her desk.

"She's my little girl. I lost so many years with her. I just want to keep her safe."

Tim sighed and looked at the two men next to him. "I hate to tell you this Raylan, but that woman, she doesn't look like no little girl needing your protection. Now if ya'll will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish."

Elenora was shaking. She had never talked to her father that way, but maybe it was a long time coming. She had just wished Tim had not been there for the whole thing. Elenora knew it was stupid to see her Uncle but it was something she felt like she needed to do. It was like closure to her, seeing him that one last time. Now all she wanted to do was call Tim, but she knew that until he reached out to her, which would probably not happen while he was still in the office.

She spent the rest of her day picking up her key copies and hanging around at one of the coffee shops with a book she had popped into her work to purchase. Eventually she was disturbed from her reading by her phone vibrating, telling her she had a message.

Tim: Where might I be finding you?

Elenora: Old School Coffee, on Maxwell

Tim: Be there soon.

It was a about twenty minutes later and Elenora saw a figure brush past her and sit down in the chair across from her. Picking up a napkin from the table, she shoved it between the pages of her book and closed the cover. "So how pissed was he?"

"Think he actually was pretty remorseful for what he had said." Tim slouched slightly in the chair and stuck his legs out straight as he got comfy. "Threatened to graze me with a bullet, though."

Elenora's eyes went wide. "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"No. The threat of a bullet makes a man keep his mouth shut." Tim smiled at her from across the table. "Do think he might have a suspicion, though? Followed me for a bit when I left, lost him in a parking lot."

"Great." Elenora slid her phone and book into her bag. Looking at Tim, she examined him in his laid back appearance and a smirk on his face as he stared at her. "What's that look for?"

"Just judging by your father's reputation, I shouldn't be surprised that you did the opposite of what I told you to do. You're lucky that he didn't have people watchin' the hospital."

Folding her hands together and placing them on the table, Elenora leaned back in her seat. "He told me he was sorry. That he had seen the error of his ways and hoped that I would forgive him one day for everything he'd done."

"Sounds about right for a man that nearly died," Said Tim matter-of-factly. "Which is why you are going to decide now, if you want to eat before or after the range."

"After. I had a bite to eat when I got here." Tim stood from his chair and Elenora did the same. "Thanks for not being mad at me, by the way."

Tim stepped forward towards her and leaned in with his lips to her ear. "Oh, I'm fucking furious."

"What you gonna take me over your knee, Marshal?" Elenora whispered as she side eyed Tim and raised her brow.

The corner of his lips rose, and the look sent a shiver down Elenora's spine, and she felt her thigh muscles clench involuntarily. "Now that is a thought that will keep me hard the rest of the day."

"Wait till you see me with a pistol." Elenora responded quickly and with a smirk of her own.

Letting out a groan, Tim straightened up and eyed Elenora down his nose. "We better get going before I make the people here real uncomfortable." Tim's hand reached out, and she felt the palm of his hand on the small curve at her lower back. With a gentle push, he led her to the door, out onto the street and towards his SUV. However, when they got there, he did not open the door for her as usual, but instead put his hands to her hips, pushed her against the door of the SUV, and encased her lips with his own.

Elenora's hands found their way to the open edges of Tim's coat. She fisted the material tightly in her palms as Tim pushed his hips into hers, effectively trapping her between himself and the door. She could feel everything about him as he molded himself to her. His lips were soft on her own, but his kiss had a pressure that she was sure would cause her lips to bruise. Hands were splayed out across her in a manner that made her believe Tim wanted to touch as much of her as he could. And then there were his hips. Firmly pressed up to her own, the words he had spoken in the coffee shop only a minute prior clear as she felt a hardness against her inner thigh. "Tim..." Elenora moaned as she pulled her lips away from the man before her. She did not loosen her hold on him as she looked him in the eyes. "Perhaps I am a little hungry, after all."

"I know a place." Tim huffed out before moving his nose towards her own and kissing her once again. This kiss only lasted a moment before he pulled away once again, this time removing his hands from her as he went.

Tim helped her into the SUV and, when both were ready to go, Tim drove them out of town towards the southeast. Eventually he pulled the SUV over onto a dirt road after a few minutes of leaving Lexington and he maneuvered the vehicle down into a wooded area where there was a small cabin. It looked as though if there was a strong wind, the whole thing would topple over. Without a word, Tim got out of the SUV and moved around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Elenora. He held out a hand to her, and she just looked at it and then up at Tim. "Tim, I'm not fucking you in there."

"I was thinking more about the back of the SUV. We took this place in a few weeks ago. Federal property now, so no one should disturb us."

Taking his hand, Elenora exited the SUV, and then Tim was on her, not even bothering to shut the door.

One of his hands moved up and into her hair and the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. Reaching out behind her, Elenora gripped the door handle to the backseat and pulled it open as she continued to kiss Tim. Once there was access to the back seats, Tim wrapped his hands around her ass and hoisted her up. His lips moving from her down her neck and onto the exposed skin on her chest.

His kisses sent fire throughout Elenora's body, and her legs tightened around his waist in response. Using her leverage, she ground her hips into his and Tim's lips retracted from her skin as he let out a moan. The hot air from his breath hitting her skin and cooling quickly, enticing a shiver from Elenora. "Tim..." His name left her lips as a whisper and quickly she found herself tossed into the back of the SUV with Tim climbing on tip of her.

Hands pulled at the buttons on her jeans and soon she was lifting her ass so that the garment could be removed from her hips, along with her underwear. Her skin scratched against the fiber of the seat and a breeze that had snuck in from the open door hit her wetness, dramatically changing her temperature. Tim stood awkwardly above her as he then undid his own slacks and pushed both them and his briefs down, releasing his stiff and pointed member from its confines.

Elenora was impressed that he had kept his composure for as long as he had on the drive, but he did not strike her as the asking for a blowjob in the car type. Plus, he always seemed to care about her enjoyment as much as his own. This was proven to her yet again as his hand moved to her pelvis and a finger pushed against the nub that was currently a surging bundle of nerves. Her back arched and her head went back as Tim slowly and stroked his finger into her. Then he did it again, and her eyes closed and what little her toes could curl while in her boots did.

Leaning himself over, Tim brought his face to hers and placed his free hand under her head, causing her eyes to look back at him. "Is this what the thought of me spanking you does? I don't think I've ever had you so wet."

"Tim..." His name left her lips in a whine, and he just responded with a smile. Lips were on hers again and she could feel Tim moving around on top of her as his hand left her. It was only a second before she felt the tip of his erection sliding along her folds, and then with a gentle thrust he was inside her.

"I love you, Nell." Tim whispered in a shaky breath as he placed her head down on the seat next to hers. His body covering hers like a blanket. It felt a lot like the first night they were together when he hadn't lasted long. The rigidness of his body telling her he was again holding himself back, thinking about each move he made before he would make it.

"You can let go, Tim." Elenora watched from the corner of her eyes as Tim's head lifted and his eyes connected with hers. "I trust you."

It seemed those were the words he needed, as something in his eyes changed. He looked down at her for a few moments, and then a grunt left his chest. Then, with a force she had yet to experience, Tim pulled his hips back, pulling himself from her almost all the way and then slammed back into her. The hand that was in her hair curled around her strands and pulled with a tightness she was sure would be sore later. His hips slammed against her own and she could feel the length of him hit deep within her, causing a gasp to come from her lips, before he did it again. It was rough, and as he slammed into her, she could feel herself sliding ever so slightly on the seat, but the pressure of Tim's body on top of hers did not allow her to go far.

There was something primal in the way he fucked her today, and to her surprise, she liked it. Elenora felt as though Tim was staking his claim to her, his body telling her she was his and his alone. "Tim..."

The pleasure inside her was building and on his next trust, she focused on tightening her core, and Tim responded with a deep moan, before slamming into her even harder and faster. The pace quickening made it feel as though he was a jackhammer and she was the concrete. Until suddenly his body clenched around her and she could feel the spasm of him inside her causing her own pleasure to build, and as if Tim could sense what she needed he gave a few quick deep thrusts into her till she felt her own muscles grow taught and a delighted scream left her lips.

They laid there, Tim on top of her as they both breathed deeply to bring themselves back down, him still inside her. Elenora allowed him to take his time and soon she heard him let out a sigh as he pulled himself from her and slid out of the SUV. Pushing her hips up, Elenora slid her underwear and jeans back up and fastened them before sliding her way out of the back of the SUV.

When her feet hit the ground, she found Tim pants on with his hands behind his back, leaning on the side of his vehicle. His eyes were focused out into the woods that surrounded them.

"Tim?" Elenora watched him and when he did not answer, she took a step towards him. "Tim, you don't need to tell me what's going on in that head of yours. Just tell me if you're good."

"I'm good." He whispered while continuing his stare. "After the range, I think I should go to one of those meetings. Mind dropping me off after?"

"Whatever you need," Said Elenora with a smile.

Nothing was said between the abandoned cabin and the range. Elenora thought it best to let Tim be in his thoughts for a time. When they were in the parking lot and the SUV was off, Tim finally turned to look at Elenora. "I know I have no right to be telling you what you can and cannot do, but when I found out you had gone to see Crowder... for a second I saw you laying there, bleedin' out on some floor. I hadn't felt like that since the sandbox. Watchin' as my friend bled out next to me after taking a sniper shot."

"But I'm fine right. I'm here with you right now. I can't imagine knowing how you feel, or what something like that does to a person. Just know that those thoughts, you aren't the only one having them. I see my Daddy dead more often than I like, and now when you walk out that door I imagine every worse case that could lead to me never seeing you again." Elenora reached out for Tim but did not touch him and instead left her palm up near his thigh. "I'm here, Tim. Whatever you need, for as long as you'll have me."

Tim raised his hand and put it in hers before setting them both on his leg. "You some fallen angel or something?"

"Careful, all this praise from you is gonna' start going to my head. Now, am I limited to just hand guns here or can you teach me how to fire a rifle? Daddy never would let me fire one before."

"I'm gonna need better back seats."

"And at least a box of Kleenex. Because I'm gonna be real impressed if I haven't soaked through my pants. One downfall of no condoms, you stick around Gutterson." A groan left Tim and his eyes closed, and Elenora was sure he was trying to decide if he should feel bad or turned on because he was dripping out of her. "So please tell me this place has a washroom for me to clean up."

Opening his eyes, Tim looked at her with a frown. "I didn't even think. There are spare clothes in the back. I could have given you something to clean up with."

"Well, let's remember that for next time, but right now I need to clean up these little Tims before it looks like I've peed myself."

Tim let out another groan. "Please don't refer to them as little Tims. Makes me want to wrap it, cause the thought of you getting pregnant scares the shit out of me more than any Taliban."

Chapter 9

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The Daughter - Chapter 7

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 7

CHAPTER: Seven

Elenora could not sleep. So instead she sat in one of the lounging chairs on the roof of her building. A large blanket was wrapped around her, a book in her hand, and a glass of gin and soda in the other. She was not sure what time it was when she heard the door to her apartment open and close. Elenora had left it unlocked in case Tim came over whenever he could leave work.

She hoped it was him, and not someone attempting a break in, seeing as how a good portion of her stuff was still packed. It would make for easy transportation of her goods. The balcony gave a small groan as someone walked onto it, and eventually she saw the top of Tim's head arise from over the edge of the building.

When he got on the roof, Elenora placed her cup down on the shingles below her and put her bookmark in place before closing the cover of her copy of Dune. "You know your front door is unlocked."

"How else were you going to get in?" Asked Elenora. "Figured you would hit the buzzers till someone let you in, and once you got up, you'd know where to find me."

Tim walked over to her and she pulled up her knees to make room for him to sit at the end of her lounger. "Your family knows you are here, and they are not gonna be too happy that your daddy shot your uncle Boyd tonight. So please lock your door."

"I notice you say shot, not killed?"

"He's stable and in the ICU."

"And you?" Elenora pulled at the blanket from inside and wrapped herself tighter.

Tim sighed. "Hole free and with a couple days off comin', after I hand in my report on shooting two of Boyd's men."

It was just silence that followed, and Elenora did not miss the fact that Tim had not touched her since he got there. "Are you okay?"

"I sometimes turn into a mess after something like this, and I might have stopped for a few drinks before I came over." Tim's eyes looked down at his hands as he wrung them together. "That thing you said earlier; that thing I said earlier, I understand if you said it because of the situation."

"Tim, are you drunk?" Elenora needed to know at what stage of the night she was in. Was this Tim talking, or was it the booze? "I need to know what state you are in before we talk about this."

He finally turned his head and connected his eyes with hers. There was a glassiness in his eyes, and she noticed his eyes dart around her face before settling back on her own. "I stopped myself after three whiskeys and a pint. I'm about as me as I usually am."

Pulling her hands free from the blanket, Elenora let it drop from her shoulders, exposing her bare arms to the chilly night air. She was still dressed in her outfit from the morning, having little energy to do much else but haul herself up to the roof after work. Placing the backs of her forearms to her knees, she turned her palms upwards and out toward Tim, leaving the next move to him. "I meant everything I said. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, Marshal. And I only said it in the manner I did, in case it was the only time I got to say it." The last part came out as a whisper.

He continued to just stare at her. He did not take her offered hand, and his lips did not even open as if he was at a loss for words. Seconds passed and Elenora felt her heart shatter. "I did it, didn't I? I went too hard, too fast and..." Whatever she was about to say fell from her mind as Tim's body moved to lie over top of her own, pushing her knees down with one hand and sticking his other through her hair at the back of her head. His lips crushed hers, his entire weight on her. There was something different to this kiss than any of the others they shared. It was possessive, controlling. There was no offer to her to lead, no pause to feel her out.

When Tim finally pulled back, Elenora could see, even in the dim light on the roof, that his pupils were dilated with lust. His breath came out in giant puffs of warm air that, at the close distance between them, warmed her face against the cold. "Ma'am, I think I'm in love with you, too. Which might be the thing that will ruin us both."

"Tim..."

"No, I need you to know that this is what it will be like. I've killed people; I kill people, Nell, and I've run out of fingers and toes to count them on. I'm most likely going to wake up in the night, thinking that I'm back in the sandbox. But now you are going to be laying next to me, which means when I put my pistol on that night stand I need to make sure I take the clip out, and the one in the chamber. Because I will not know that you are the thing I care about most, and it's not a matter of if, but when. And that will be the moment that ruins us, because you will never look at me the same, and it's going to destroy me knowing I hurt you. That's why this morning… I'm a keg waiting to explode, Nell." The words tumbled from his lips, and Elenora, as much as she had wanted to stop him, let him say his peace. Tim's hand was still in her hair, and his other was held against the underside of her hip.

Her hands, she had realized, had made their way to the sides of his face, and her thumbs without even realizing it were stroking his skin. "Tim, I know what I'm signing up for. I know that every time you walk out, that door might be the last. I understand that you've been left with scars that will probably never heal, but I want it. Tim, I'd rather worry each night. I accept every risk that comes along with loving you because I don't see a life worth living if you're not laying next to me."

"Nell..." The tone of his voice told Elenora that he was about to dispute her words.

"Gutterson!" Elenora said, forcefully cutting him off, and she slid her hands down his cheeks and a finger to his lips to stop him from being able to talk. "I love you, and if the next words out of your mouth aren't you telling me about how you plan to fuck me on this roof, then I may just have to shoot you myself so that I can end the misery. I want you Tim, I want you right now."

When she was sure that her words had sunk in, Elenora released her hands and slid them to the back of Tim's neck. Tipping her nose down, she looked over her glasses at him and raised an eyebrow in defiance at whatever excuse he was trying to come up with till finally the fire returned to his eyes.

"I like you in glasses." Tim whispered before kissing her.

It only took a few seconds before both Elenora and Tim were naked under the blanket. Tim was kissing her slowly as one of his hands traveled down her stomach and towards her core. He gently ran a finger along the most sensitive part of her, and Elenora gave a moan when she felt Tim rub his length through the wetness that had formed between her legs. He was slow as he entered her and when his hand emerged from beneath the blanket, he tucked it behind her, while the other rose to gently rest on her cheek.

Elenora wrapped her arms and legs around Tim as he rocked against her, dragging out from her and slowly pushing back in. This was unlike anything they had done before. Elenora had told him to fuck her but this, this was Tim, was making love to her. Slowly, Elenora pulled her lips from his and he looked down at her in question. "I love you Tim."

"I love you too, Nell." Tim placed his forehead to hers and kept his eyes locked on her. At the same pace, Tim continued to slide in and out of Elenora. It did not take long for his eyes to close and his body to stiffen as he came inside her.

After Elenora lay curled up on Tim's chest as they both lay naked on the lounger. The blanket was just enough to cover both of them from the crisp outside air. Both of them were just staring up into the sky and Tim ran a finger in a light circle on her outer thigh. "So what happens if I just keep you up all night? Cause I could go for a round two."

"I don't know." Whispered Tim, who continued to stare up into the sky. "I've usually passed out from drinking too much by now. Can't say I've had a lot of a female company over the years."

"Well, if you don't sleep, you can't dream, and I really think now is as good a time as any to test that theory. Or maybe I can just tire you out enough." Eleanor pushed herself up slightly and brought her lips to Tim's chest, lightly placing kisses along his skin. Slowly she made her way upward, bring her lips up to kiss at a spot between his ear and chin and Tim let out a moan.

Tim's hand rose and worked its way into Elenora's hair, warping the locks around his fingers and pulling ever so slightly. Elenora took the signal to halt her kisses and pushed herself up to look at the man underneath her. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I do have this fear that Officer Thompson is going to pop out from behind the air conditioner." His hand came out of her hair and he placed his palm on the side of her head. Running it downwards as he stared up at her, a smile on his lips.

He had a look on his face like he was thinking five steps ahead of where they were. "What you thinking about?"

"Just wondering what your daddy's gonna do when he finds out." The answer was quick, but Elenora had a feeling that was not what he was thinking about, even though it was a valid thought.

Elenora sat up and pulled at the blanket to cover herself as she looked down at Tim. "He's probably going to pull his pistol on you, or at least he is gonna threaten to." Leaning over, she reached for her clothes, which had been discarded at the side of the lounger. "Now come on, I want to tire you out some more."

After redressing enough to comfortably climb back into the apartment, Elenora took her glass to the kitchen and watched as Tim moved behind the cube bookshelf wall separating the living space from the bedroom. She approached the shelf and watched as Tim unclipped his badge from his pants and placed it on the nightstand closest to the door. Then he pulled his holster and Glock. Slowly, he took the pistol out, throwing the holster onto the unmade bed. It was then that he turned to look at her. "You know how this works, right?" Tim held the Glock by the barrel in his hand and held it towards her.

Nodding her head, she carefully took the Glock from Tim. She stared at the pistol for a moment before her brain kicked into gear. Holding the grip, she hit the magazine release and used her other hand to catch the falling magazine, and once it was in her hand, she tossed it on the bed. Then she turned the Glock over and gripped the slide. Pulling back, she aimed the ejection slot towards the bed and pulled back on the slide. The bullet there had been in the chamber sprung out, landing near the magazine. Silently she handed the weapon back to Tim, who took it and, along with the holster, sat them next to his badge.

Elenora picked up the clip and bullet and inserted the stray back into its position in the magazine. "Would you prefer I put it somewhere a little more inaccessible?" Tim turned back towards her and gave his head a slight nod. Backing up, Elenora made her way to the other side of the bed and bent down. Lifting the top mattress up slightly, she slid the magazine underneath, about a finger's distance in. Easily reachable if she had to roll from the bed to the floor, but difficult enough for Tim to reach it from over the top of her. Once it was situated, she lowered the mattress and then got on top of it. Shuffling across the surface on her knees, Elenora moved the short distance to Tim. Reaching up, she pushed at the shirt had put back on but did not button up off his shoulders. "Come to bed with me, Marshal."

Tim reached forward and wrapped a now naked arm around Elenora's back. "Yes, Ma'am."

Elenora awoke a few times during the night, and each time she just laid unmoving and listening to Tim breathe till she fell back asleep. There seemed to have been no need to worry tonight, for Tim was fast asleep, a gentle snore coming out every so often. His arm laid draped casually across her stomach, but never tightening. Perhaps she wondered if it was good that they had tired out before falling asleep? Or maybe it was just that she was there, that his mind had something else to focus on before falling asleep rather than just that night's events.

The next thing she knew, she was being awoken by what seemed to be a regular occurrence. Tim always seemed to always awake early. She could hear him in the bathroom and could smell the coffee brewing in the pot. This seemed to be the routine before he would go for his morning run. Slipping out of the bed, Elenora grabbed her housecoat from a nearby chair and slipped it on. Once she had the tie done around her waist, she reached between the mattresses for Tim's magazine and pulled it from its confines. Then Elenora walked around to the nightstand Tim's gun rested on and picked it up. She slipped the magazine back into the Glock just as she heard Tim approaching behind her. His hand slipped around her waist as he took the gun from her and loaded one into the chamber before setting the pistol back down on the nightstand.

"How'd you sleep?" Elenora asked as she turned herself into Tim's arms.

"Like a baby, think that idea of yours might have worked." He said with a smile as he looked down at her. "I was gonna go for a run. Did you want to come?"

"Sure, give me a minute to get dressed." Slipping out of his arms, Elenora set about dressing and once she had thrown her hair up in a pony, she headed to the door where Tim was waiting for her. Elenora had a small pack that she clipped around her waist and picked up her house keys from the bowl by the door and threw them in the pouch.

Looking back at Tim, he was holding her phone in his hands. "Put your phone in there just in case, and later I'm going to take you to the range. The sooner we get your CCWD, the sooner I'll feel better leaving you alone. The instructor is a hard ass just warning you."

"You're the instructor, aren't you?" Asked Elenora with a laugh.

"I have the ability to license, yes. One perk of the job. Now come on before the coffee turns off."

This run went much better than the last, and soon Elenora and Tim were back at the house. Freshly showered and dressed for the day, the two were sitting in the kitchen, each drinking a cup of coffee and reading. Elenora had the newspaper and Tim had pulled one of Elenora's many novels from her shelf, a hardcover copy of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. She watched as he turned page after page, the article she had been reading forgotten as she watched as Tim's eyes darted across the pages. She wondered what he would look like dressed in army fatigues. A tan coloured beret on his head.

"You're watching me." Said Tim, without looking up from the book.

Elenora placed the paper on the table as she continued to watch Tim. "Why become a Marshal?"

Without missing a beat or looking up, he turned the page. "Couldn't cut it as a civilian."

"But why the Marshal's?"

Tim placed his thumb in the book to hold his page as he closed the cover. Finally, looking up at Elenora, she could tell from the look in his eye that perhaps this was not the subject to talk about. "Why a teacher?"

"I'm serious Tim."

"So am I."

Elenora let out a sigh. It was only fair. If she wanted to know him, he needed to know her. "Wasn't allowed to go into law enforcement or anything closely related. Figured being a teacher maybe I could inspire enough to keep at least a few kids from ending up in a state where someone like you needs to get involved. My dad is an angry man, never hit me or show me anything other than love and affection, but he channels the anger into his work. He takes risks, thinks he's the one that needs to solve every problem. He grew up to a father who ran drugs and had no issues giving him a beating for misbehaving. My mother's side was worse. I wanted to stop people like them. I wanted to do everything I could to ensure I would be nothing other than good. Think daddy knew that, and knew he found no peace, so why would I?"

He watched her, as if he was processing her answer. "I'm good at two things: finding people and putting them on the ground. There isn't much job crossover this side of the Atlantic. It was this or end up like many of my friends and attend one meeting after another just to meet with a dealer, anyway. I couldn't channel my rage. My daddy was a drunk, beat my mother till she left and then moved on to me. He died before I could finish basic. I'd hoped I would go back, that he would try something, and that I could finally put him in his place. So maybe your daddy and I will get along just fine after all. Being a Ranger gave me structure, discipline and purpose. Now the Marshal's service does that."

"Do you go to meetings?"

"Not as much as I should, and not any time recently."

"Want me to make sure you go?"

"No, which probably means yes."

Elenora put her hand out on the table, reaching out to Tim. It did not take long for Tim to put his hand in hers. "I appreciate you telling me, Tim. I know it can't be easy talking about that stuff with just anyone."

"Well, you ain't just anyone now, are you?" Tim went to keep talking, but his phone rang from where it sat at the edge of the table. Closing his mouth, he reached for it and saw the caller I.D. read Art Mullen. Answer the call, he placed the phone to his ear and shoved a bookmark into his book. "Hey, Art." Then there was a slight pause and Elenora figured Art was calling Tim in early. "I'll be there in ten." Hanging up the call, Tim placed his phone back down at the table. "Time to go. I'll send you a message, let you know what the plan is for getting you to the range."

"Sounds good. Stay safe Marshal."

"Will do Ma'am."

They each stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door together. "I'll get a key made up for you." Elenora spoke as Tim slipped on his bomber jacket.

"I'm gonna regret saying this, but you should make one for Art and Raylan, too. Don't hide one for access. If we all have keys, then we will be able to get you in if anything were to happen. Tim rested his arm on his pistol and holster that was already clipped to his pants. "Perhaps one for Rachel as well."

"I'll do that over the next few days."

"Until then, keep the door locked, please. I'll text you when I'm coming, so please keep your phone on you."

"Yes, Deputy U.S. Marshal Gutterson." Elenora rolled her eyes.

Tim reached out and put a palm on Elenora's cheek. "I'm serious. Your uncle might be goin' to jail, but there are others out there that would easily use you to their advantage." He pulled his hand away and Elenora was sad to feel the heat of his hand no longer there. "I'll let you know when I'm done with my report and we can go to the range. You don't work today, right?"

"No, off today. I only got two more shifts this week though till I'm officially done. Then I can enjoy my summer till I have to go in to lesson plan."

"Good, try to stay in today. Boyd's men aren't going to be happy we took him in, or that your daddy shot him."

Elenora nodded, even though she already had other plans, ones that she was sure would make both her father and Tim extremely angry.

When Tim left, Elenora finished her coffee and in her jeans and plaid she picked up her cross body purse and left the apartment. The first thing she did after leaving was drop her key off to have copies made. Then, as she walked down the street, she wondered how to casually ask her father about what happened last night. There was no way she could see Boyd without it raising suspicion as to how she found out. But as luck would have it she saw a familiar face walking towards her on the sidewalk. Curled blonde hair and a cigarette in her hand.

"Aunt Ava?" Elenora called out as she got closer.

"Do I know you..." Ava trailed off as she squinted her eyes in suspicion at Elenora. As the two approached one another, they stopped and Elenora let a smile lift at her lips. Ava had always been her favorite person when she lived in Harlan. One of the things she missed was Ava always doing her hair. Elenora had fond memories of Ava making her feel like a princess.

"It's Elenora Crowder, well I guess now Elenora Givens. Bella's girl."

"Raylan's daughter. He mentioned you were here too!" Ava said happily. "At least I know one Crowder doesn't have me in their crosshairs."

"One Crowder? What happened?"

Ava flicked her cigarette to the ground and put it out with her foot. "Didn't your daddy tell you? Raylan shot Boyd in my kitchen last night, days after I shot Bowman dead at the same table. Got tired of him thrown me around."

Elenora was impressed. Ava had always been so timid and passive from what she remembered. She never would have figured her for the shooting of her husband type. "Good for you, Ava. He might have been blood, but that son of a bitch gets no love from me after what he did. Hearing you put him on the ground warms my heart. Why was my daddy at your house with Boyd?"

"Oh, Boyd gave him some bullshit. You have twenty-four hours to get out of town. Then used my fried chicken invitation to Raylan as a way to try to take him out. Raylan got him first though, not surprised with how tense that air was getting when they started talkin about you. You know, you look a lot like her. Got your daddy's eyes though."

"Ava, did you wanna grab a coffee?"

"Rain check? I have a meeting with my lawyer. Here, I'll give you my number." Ava stuck her hand out and Elenora obliged by pulling her phone out and placing it in the women's hands. A few seconds later, Elenora was holding her device once again and looked down to see Ava's name with a phone number attached. "That's my cell. Send me a text and we will get together."

"Sounds good. It's nice to know that Boyd is dead like his brother." Elenora spoke as she pocketed her phone.

"Oh, Boyd's not dead. They hauled him off in an ambulance, pretty sure he's actually at the hospital just down the road from here, towards the university."

Elenora looked back at Ava with fake shock in her eyes. "Wow, must have been pretty lucky to survive that. Well, I best be leaving you to your day, Aunt Ava. I'll send you a message soon to meet up. Maybe I can even get you to work on this mop of mine." Reaching up, Elenora pulled at her loose locks. A slight mess of frizzy waves, formed by the wind and her lack of proper drying after her run today.

"I'm sure I could help you with that. You did always look so cute with bangs."

The two then said their goodbyes and moved on their separate ways. With Elenora making her way down the road towards the nearby hospital. When she arrived, Elenora found the reception desk and approached with a smile. "Hi!"

"How can I help you?" The woman, an older lady with greying hair, greeted her.

"My name is Elenora Crowder. There is a Boyd Crowder here, I believe. Gun-shot wound and being detained by the Federal Marshals. I'm Mr. Crowder's niece, and I was hoping that I could see him for a moment to ask him a few questions." The woman looked Elenora up and down before typing away at the computer.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but he isn't allowed any visitors."

"Please, I will only be a moment. He told me should anything ever happen to him that I was guarantor of his estate. I just need to know where he hid his keys and some paperwork so I can get his affairs in order."

"Again, I'm sorry, but they aren't allowing any visitors."

"Is there anyway you could page his guards? Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens told me I should be able to find him here. He figured it was easiest before they hauled him off to the Federal pen prison."

The woman seemed as though she would rather be doing anything other than talking with Elenora at this point, and finally, with a roll of her eyes, picked up the phone at her desk. "Yes. Hi, I have an Elenora Crowder, claiming that a Deputy Givens told her she could find your guy here. Something about some paperwork. Yeah, okay, I'll send her up."

Elenora watched as the woman hung up the phone and then pointed down the hall to the right. "Go down that hallway, take a left, you'll see some elevators. Go to floor three and a Deputy will be there waiting for you."

Following the directions, Elenora walked down the hall and to where the elevator was located. Entering, she hit the button for floor three and waited as the doors shut behind her. When the doors opened, Elenora was greeted by the sight of a man in a grey suit with a Marshal's badge hanging around his neck.

Stepping off the elevator, Elenora placed a hand out in front of her. "Hi, I'm Elenora Givens."

"Givens? The nurse said Crowder? Wait...your Raylan's kid?"

"Yeah, I am Deputy?"

"Dunlop."

Elenora put on a big smile. "Deputy Dunlop, my father said you'd be able to let me see my Uncle Boyd."

"Really? So you don't have papers you need to find or anything."

Elenora casually put her hands in her jacket pockets. "No, the Nurse downstairs wasn't going to let me up, so I just made that up. Thought Raylan would have let you know."

"Well, come on, I can give you two minutes. Transport is going to be here soon for him, anyway."

"Thanks Dunlop." Elenora followed the Deputy Marshal through the hall and past a hospital security guard into one of the intensive care rooms.

He looked pitiful laying there. A bloody bandage stuck to his chest, where the gun shot wound and subsequent surgery must have taken place. His dark hair was just as wild as she remembered growing up. Boyd looking pathetic and weak, was not something she remembered about him. His eyes were closed and she could tell by the grimace on his face that he was in a great deal of pain.

"Crowder, you have a visitor."

"Raylan, is that you?" Boyd asked, his eyes still closed.

"No, it's Elenora."

Boyd's eyes opened slowly, and she could see the slight increase in his heart rate on the monitor next to him. "Nora doll?"

"You do not get to call me that anymore." Elenora tried to keep her temper in check. "You were going to shoot my father. You were going to leave me parentless, Uncle Boyd. First your family and their drugs took my mother away and then you were going TO SHOOT MY DADDY!" Boyd flinched slightly as her voice rose into a yell.

"Ma'am..." Dunlop began as he reached for Elenora's arm, but she just rolled her shoulder and pulled her arm from his grasp.

Boyd's eyes closed once again, and he took a shaky breath in. "I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you, Elenora."

"Yeah, you so sorry you kidnapped me, too? I was a child, Uncle Boyd!"

"Did you come all this way to remind me of my sins?" His eyes reopened and she could see the glassiness to them from where she stood. Whether his emotions were from the physical or the emotional pain, she did not care. She only cared that at least he felt something.

"No, Uncle Boyd. I've been here, the last four years. Living in Lexington. Getting an education so that I wouldn't turn out like all of you. I even changed my name, so that hopefully I could forget all of you."

"Elenora, I will spend the rest of my days thinkin' about what I've done to you. Praying that one day you will forgive me. Nearly dying changes a man Elenora, I hope one day you may see me in a different light."

Elenora folded her arm across her chest. "We will see Uncle Boyd, but it will probably be a cold day in hell before that ever happens."

"You look a lot like her, you know. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, or you."

Chapter 8

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The Daughter - Chapter 6

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 6

CHAPTER: SIX

"I can't! I can't anymore!" Elenora gasped out as she crumpled onto the damp green grass.

"Thought you said you could run?" Came the voice of Tim as he moved to stand over Elenora, hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

Throwing her arms and legs out in a starfish pose on the ground, Elenora took a few deep breaths. "I can, I just forgot you are a machine designed by our great country."

"You are going to have to share the secrets of your girlish figure. You can't run and you eat ice cream for breakfast. Are you lifting weights while I'm sleeping?"

Elenora swung her leg out to kick Tim, but she could not even get her leg off the ground because of her tight muscles. "You know what? I don't like you anymore. I think I'm just going to live here now."

Lowering himself to the ground, Tim laid next to her. Resting on his left side and propping his head up with a hand. Elenora side eyed him as he just stared at her with a smile. His t-shirt was wet with sweat around his armpits and upper chest. His cheeks were slightly rosy from the exertion, and Elenora thought it was a good look on him. She stared at him as he caught her gaze. "What you thinkin' about Nell?"

"You know now that my daddy is back, my family is gonna start popping out of the woodwork. I'm just scared about what might happen when they find out I've been here the last four years. There was a lot of shit thrown around when my momma died. Even some kidnapping on her side of the family in order to keep me here." Elenora turned her eyes up towards the sky and watched as the clouds slowly moved past.

"Even if, for some reason, you father couldn't protect you from somethin' you got me now, and I'm pretty hard set on nothing bad happing to you."

"I'm more worried about somethin' happening to you," whispered Elenora. She kept her eyes up to the sky. She knew if she looked at Tim, she would not be able to keep herself collected and calm. "They wouldn't think twice about hurting you."

Elenora felt Tim's fingers run across her bare stomach and then his palm rest against her side. "It's a good thing I carry a gun, then." He said with a laugh, his face coming in above her own and blocking out her view of the sky. "Can we please go back and shower now?"

A smile pulled up on Elenora's lips. "No. I told you, this is where I live now."

"Really? I can't persuade you to get naked and shower with me?" Asked Tim before bringing his lips down on Elenora's. Tim's body fully covered Elenora's in a matter of seconds and her hands pushed up under his t-shirt.

"Excuse me, but this is a public park," came a voice from near where they were laying.

Tim quickly rolled off and Elenora looked for the owner of the voice. Expecting to see some park goer, Elenora was surprised when she saw a police officer.

"Deputy Marshal Gutterson?"

"Thompson?"

"As much as I love these little meetings, I really need you two to be doin' this somewhere else. You're scaring the park goers." Tim got to his feet and helped Elenora back to standing. "It's nice to see you again, Ma'am."

"Sorry officer." Said Elenora shyly. "We will be leavin' now." Looking around the park, Elenora spotted an elderly woman walking what could only be described as a rat on a leash glaring in Elenora's direction.

"We'll be heading straight home, Thompson." Said Tim with a wink of his eye. "Come on Nell, I'll race you back." Then he was off, leaving Elenora and Thompson by themselves.

"Oh god, he is going to be the death of me, isn't he?" Asked Elenora.

Thompson let out a laugh. "Probably, but Gutterson seems to be one of the good ones, congrats on gettin' him off the market. Now maybe my wife will stop ogling him every time she sees him."

"I did good, didn't I." Said Elenora as she watch Tim start jogging on the spot a little way ahead. He turned and pumped his arms in front of him as he looked at Elenora with a smile. "Well, Thompson, it was nice seeing you again. Perhaps next time, Tim and I won't be trying to jump each other in public."

"That would be much appreciated, Ma'am." Said Thompson with a smile before he turned and began to walk in the opposite direction of Tim.

Working her way into a jog, Elenora caught up with Tim and, at a slightly slower pace than before, they made their way back to her apartment.

When they arrived back at the apartment, Elenora pounced on Tim. Quickly pulling his shirt over his head and off his body. Running her hands down his chest, she brought her lips to his. Their lips pushed against one another and Elenora soon she found the Tim was slowly guiding her towards the washroom.

Then his hands were attempting to pull at her sports bra, but with the combination of its tightness and her sweat, he was proving to be a second skin. "Fuck it." Tim spoke against Elenora's lips as he backed her into the standing shower and pushed her onto the tile. Now that his lips had left her, they began to attack her neck and his hands moved to pull down at both her shorts and underwear. Once they were discarded to the side of the shower, Tim ran a hand up her inner thigh and towards her core. His finger rubbing at her nub slowly and Elenora responded with a throaty moan.

"Tim..."

"I love that." Whispered Tim against her skin, before he brought his head back up to look at her. He rubbed with a little more pressure, and Elenora let out another moan. "The sounds you make when I touch you." He moved to press the tip of his finger inside her and Elenora found her body curl backwards against the tile and her hands wrapped themselves around his biceps. "I could listen to it all day."

He cupped her with his hand as he pushed a second finger in and used the heel of his hand to press against her now sensitive nub. A loud moan erupted from Elenora's lips this time and Tim held her there like that while his other hand moving up to the back of her head to provide her some relief from the tile.

Elenora stood there, her chest heaving in pleasure and anticipation, but Tim just held her gaze and did not move his hands. He just stared at her and the seconds ticked by and Elenora could feel herself clenching around his fingers as her body begged for the friction. "Tim?" Elenora whispered as she held his gaze.

"I'm savoring this, want to sear this image of you into my brain." Then he started to pump into her. Curling his fingers inside her and pressing them against her inner walls. Elenora whimpered as the pressure began to build inside her.

"Tim...I can't..." Her knees were starting to go weak, and she was sure in the next few seconds she would be a puddle of ecstasy on the floor of the shower.

Tim's hand dropped from the back of her head and moved down to wrap around her waist, using his strength and the wall to keep her upright. "I got you. I won't let you fall." Tim whispered as he pushed up against her and put his head into the crook of her neck. He pumped his fingers faster, and he slammed the heel of his hand against her, before pulling back and doing it again.

She felt like puddy, being worked by Tim's hands until, with a slam of his hand, she saw stars. "Ahhh!" Elenora screamed out, and she could feel her body convulse as Tim continued his movements, making her ride out the waves of pleasure. She tried to pull her legs together to try to get him to stop, but he had positioned himself in such a way that he held her one leg away from the other with his.

"Do it again for me." Tim whispered against her neck and Elenora felt him pull out from her for only a second before reentering, this time with what must have been a third finger as she felt herself strain around the size. He moved at the same fast pace as he had previously and with little time, Elenora was screaming out again as her legs truly gave out and she felt her body tightening in on itself, with Tim being the only thing to keep her standing.

Elenora felt Tim pull himself out of her slowly and just held her as her breathing calmed down slightly. Extracting her hands from him, she noticed that the impression from her fingers lingered on his skin. "My turn." Whispered Elenora, and Tim's head came up from where it was still resting at her neck.

His eyes, she noticed, were slightly glazed over, like he was drunk with lust. With shaky steps, Elenora pulled at Tim and had him move to where she had just been, against the wall of the shower. He did not help her when she pulled his running shorts from him. They lay on the tile, still wrapped around his feet, as Elenora lowered herself to her knees in front of him. His cock, which was now free of its confines and standing to attention, was at the perfect height, and without hesitation, she placed her lips around it.

One of Tim's hands slid across the side of her head as she slid her lips forward and took as much of him in her mouth as she could before sliding herself back. As she reached the tip, she felt Tim's fingers flex against the back of her head, but he did not put any type of push on her as she took him slowly in once again. Then, when she pulled her way back again, she felt Tim's finger curl into her hair band and pull in from her hair before she slid him across her tongue and to the back of her throat. It was at the point she felt Tim curl her locks between his fingers and hold her head in place for a moment before allowing her to move.

Thankfully, she never had much of a gag reflex. So she knew what to expect on the next mouthful and held herself in place as Tim pulled at her hair and let out a groan. Then he pulled harder and she let him control the rhythm. It only took a few thrusts before she felt his grip on her hair loosen as he attempted to pull himself from her lips, but she put her hands to his hips and pulled him in as far as she could. Within a second she could feel him shutter and taste him as he came inside her mouth, and she swallowed him down.

Slowly she allowed Tim to extract himself from her and when she looked up through her lashes at him. His eyes were closed, and he had his head leaned back against the tile wall. She watched as his bare chest rose and fell with his quick breaths. "Nell." Tim whispered, as his chin tilted down and his eyes fluttered open. "That. I didn't. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Tim, I ain't gonna do nothin' I don't wanna." Elenora rose to her feet, her knees sore and red from resting on the tile. She shed her bra and tossed it to the floor outside of the shower. Reaching for the tap, Elenora turned on the water, gave it a second to get warm before switching it to the rain faucet above their heads. It was then she looked back at Tim, who was still leaning against the wall and getting hit by the edge of the water, while she got drenched. There was a look in his eyes she was unsure about, and his shorts were still around his ankles. "Tim." Elenora brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped her hand around it. "You didn't hurt me. Do you need me to give you an encore to prove it?" She let the hand on his cheek slide down to his chest and rest on his heart.

Tim pushed off from the wall and kicked out of his shorts and put both his hands to the sides of her neck and leaned in, kissing her softly as the water rained down on them.

After their shower, once they had dressed, Elenora stood in her kitchen in a pair of black jeans and a flowy tank top as she tied a red tie around Tim's neck. "try to keep my daddy out of trouble, please. It's his first day, and I'm sure he's gonna try to make an impression."

"I would like to say how much trouble could he get into on his first day here, but he is your daddy."

A sly smile rose on Tim's lips and Elenora responded with a soft slap to his chest after finishing his tie. "You watch it now, or I'll show you what real trouble is like."

Tim slid his arms around Elenora's waist and pulled her to him as he wrapped his fingers around each other. "I think I like your kind of trouble though, so not sure what kind of threat that is." His lips quickly came down on hers and Elenora felt her toes curl as his lips moved against hers, and his tongue asked for entrance.

Elenora let her hands grip onto Tim's shirt and her eyes closed in some attempt to hang on to something. The kiss was full and needy, like it would be the last one they would ever have. If he had not have been holding her to him, she was sure she may have fallen over from weak knees. Finally, Tim pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. "What was that for?" Elenora whispered before taking her bottom lip into her teeth and slowly opened her eyes.

"In case your daddy gets me shot today, or shoots me himself."

"Don't talk like that. I know what you do, and I know what could happen, but promise me no one is getting shot today, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

"Thank you." Elenora put her lips back to Tim's and kissed him with the same passion that he had just used, and then, before she knew it, Tim's hands were around her ass, lifting her up and placing her on the countertop. His hands transferred from her butt to her thighs once she was sitting, and when she finally was out of breath, she pulled away. "I'm going to pick up my legal name change papers today. Once I sign I'm going to officially be a Givens."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wanted to do it before, but figured I would wait till after school was done. It was easier to wait, but I need to get it done right away for my license."

Tim smiled. "Elenora Givens. Has a nice ring to it? You tell your daddy yet?"

"No, I wanted it to be a surprise. I was going to swing upstairs before you guys all headed out. Maybe I'll even bring coffee."

"Words that melt my heart. You working today?

"Yeah, I have to go into the shop at noon, but I'll be done at eight if you wanted to come over?" Elenora raised an eyebrow and looked at Tim.

"Twist my rubber arm."

With the thought of Tim coming over again tonight fresh in their minds, Tim backed himself away from the counter and helped Elenora put her feet back on the floor. "I'm gonna go do my makeup and then head over." Said Elenora as she stepped away from Tim and towards the bathroom. "I'll see you in a little bit, Marshal."

"Looking forward to it, Ma'am."

Elenora heard the apartment door open and then close, signaling that Tim must have left. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gave her reflection a smile. Tim made her happy, in a way that no one ever had. She felt like the center of his world when he was around her. His kisses, his touch, every word he said would set a fire inside her, and she loved it. Giving her head a small shake, she reached up and pulled at her hair, ensuring her pony tail was set tight, and then placed a little blush to her cheeks and mascara on her lashes. A hanging rack was by the mirror and Elenora took a pair of grey transparent plastic round glasses and placed them on her nose.

After grabbing her purse, phone and a dark green leather jacket, she threw a pair of slip on boots and headed out. As she waited in the elevator, she texted Rachel and asked for everyone's coffee order. She only lived about six blocks away from the courthouse, so she walked the distance, stopping four blocks in to grab coffee for everyone. Now with a tray full of five strategically placed coffees and a box of doughnuts, Elenora sat on a bench at the door to certificates office waiting for it to open.

"Elenora?"

Turning her head, Elenora saw Wynona standing briefcase and purse in hand, staring down at her like a deer caught in headlights. "Hi Wynona."

"What are you doing here? How's school? You're still in school, right?"

"School's finished. I teach in the fall and I'm here cause I changed my name."

"Did you get married?" Wynona's eye went wide.

"No, I finally got around to taking my daddy's last name."

Wynona reached up and played with the collar of her shirt. "I'm sure he would like that. How is your father, by the way?"

"Seems to be good. Sounds like he isn't completely pissed about being back out here." Elenora choose her words carefully. She knew her daddy was unhappy at the end of his relationship with Wynona, but you could tell his feelings for her were still there, even after all the years.

"Here?"

Elenora smiled. "Yeah, didn't you hear? He works upstairs now." Elenora saw the woman in charge of the certificates department walking towards them, so she grabbed her coffees and doughnut box stood from her chair. "This will be me now. You have a good day Wynona. Hello, Mrs. Rider."

"Hello Elenora, you got some mighty full hands there."

"Daddy just got transferred upstairs, so I figured I'd bring him and his new friends some coffee and breakfast. I'm sure they would hardly notice if I let you steal one." Elenora said with a wink.

"Well, come on in dear, then you can go up with an even better surprise for your daddy."

"I'll, umm, see you around Elenora." Then, like there was a fire under her heels, Wynona was gone down the hall and around the corner.

It only took about ten minutes to get everything in order, and for Elenora to be on her way to the Marshal's floor. As the doors opened, Elenora took a steadying breath and made her way out into the hall and towards the doors just a short distance away. Putting her back to the door, she pushed one side open and entered the room. When she entered, she looked around the small office and noticed Art in his office with Rachel and her father were seated on the couch and Tim was resting against the gun safe off to the side. They must have been having their welcome meeting.

She noticed Art's eyes meet hers and then everyone turn their heads. Taking that as her invite she stepped towards Art's office and Raylan jumped up to open the door for her. "What are you doin' here, sunshine?"

"Thought I would bring breakfast for you and the team. Couldn't very well leave them all out."

Raylan took the tray from Elenora and she watched as he examined the cups, making note of the writing on each one. When his eyes came back up, he scanned the room and Elenora did not miss the fact that his eyes settled on Tim for longer than anyone else, as the younger man reached forward to find his coffee. "How'd you know what everyone drinks?"

"I told her," Responded Rachel, and she noticed her father's eyes narrow slightly as if he was thinking about something.

Smiling at her father, Elenora placed the box of doughnuts down on Art's desk and took her coffee from her father. She then reached into her purse and pulled out the large brown envelope, then held all her new documents. "I also have something else I want to show you." Holding out the package to him, she waited while he handed off the two remaining coffees to Art before he took the envelope from her.

"What's this?" Raylan cautiously opened the envelope and pulled out a few of the papers that were in it. Elenora watched as his eyes scanned the first thing he saw, which was a copy of her birth certificate. A document that now read Elenora Emma Givens, instead of Crowder.

"You changed your name?" Raylan had a strange look on his face as he brought his eyes from the paper to her.

Elenora smiled wider. "I changed my name."

"This means a lot, Sunshine. Thank you."

"Worked out to be good timing too, because I am fairly certain now that you're back, anyone with the name Crowder is gonna end up in cuffs." Elenora saw a hint of smirk tug at Tim's lips and he quickly took a sip of his coffee to cover it. "Well, I best be leaving you all to it. Gonna head to the DMV, and then gotta' work at noon. Ya'll have a good day. Tell Leslie high for me."

"Will do." Replied Art with a nod of the head.

Turning herself around, Elenora walked from the room and once she was about halfway into the pen, she could hear her father from behind her. "Eyes up, Gutterson." Tipping her chin down and biting her lip, Elenora held back a laugh as she left the Marshal's office.

Hours later, while Elenora was sitting at the counter of the city's local bookstore, her phone buzzed.

Tim: Well, your daddy knows how to make a first impression...

Elenora: This doesn't have to do with you staring at my ass this morning, does it?

Tim: Your uncle Boyd threatened his life. Gave him 24 hours to leave town. Apparently asked about you, too.

Elenora: Fan-fucking-tastic.

Tim: Also, it would have been weird if I didn't stare at your ass. Any self respecting man would.

Elenora: he's already suspicious ...

Tim: Of course he is. You're his little girl.

Tim: And I'm an eligible bachelor as far as he knows.

Elenora: Well you are ...

Elenora: I know we didn't really talk about that sort of thing, and really we've only been seeing each other for what a week?

Tim: Nell, you are the only girl for me.

Tim: Except for right now, where I guess the only girl for me is your father. I get to do protective duty on him, that's a new one. Probably won't be back anytime soon. If I get to shoot someone, though, I'll get at least three days off, then I can help you finish unpacking all those boxes.

Elenora: Be careful, and don't let anything happen to my daddy, please.

Tim: 10-4

Elenora's hands shook and she could feel the heat boiling up from under her skin. The words she wanted to say were right there. They felt so natural in her head to think about them, like it was something she had said a thousand times before. So really, it was now or never. If her uncle was fixing to take her daddy out, she knew Tim would do everything in his power to ensure that didn't happen, even if it meant he got hurt.

Elenora: Tim, I think I might be in love with you.

Elenora: So please come back to me.

Tim: Nell...

The next few seconds felt like hours to Elenora, and in that time every horrible possibly of what her words could have done flashed before her eyes. Like she had told Tim before, she had a habit of going to hard to fast. Elenora told herself this was different, that unlike the chances of getting in a car accident on the way home from work, there was a good possibility both her daddy and Tim would not make it through the night. What if she did not say it and she never got another chance?

Tim: I think I might be in love with you too.

Every emotion Elenora had ever felt flooded through her. She was angry at herself for thinkin' of the worst. She was happy that he had said it back. Ecstatic that he had said more than just 'love you too'. Sad that she could not say it to his face, hold him, kiss him or hear him respond in kind. The most powerful feeling coursing through her, though, was fear.

Fear that this would be the only time she got to say it. There had always been this fear that her daddy would never come home at the end of the day back when she lived in Florida, but this was different. A sob broke from her lips, and she was thankful that no one was in the store to witness it.

Chapter 7

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The Daughter - Chapter 5

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 5

Chapter: Five

Elenora was placing a box in her bathroom while Tim leaned on the door frame, watching her. "You know, this place ain't half bad."

"See, I told you it was worth it." Whispered Elenora as she set the box down on the counter.

"Oh, it was worth it." Said Tim with a sly smirk. "Just make sure you leave that top drawer open for me. Also, I'll be wanting the side of the bed with the view of the door, and I figure I should warn you I like to drink my juice straight from the carton."

"Shh, now. There are others around, and I would really rather not have my second dad hear you. I would like once this is all said and done for you to leave in one piece, so you can circle the block and come back up." Elenora said as she walked past Tim and into the main area of the apartment, just as footsteps could be heard coming through the front door.

"Guess who Art found wandering around on the street?" Announced Rachel as she entered the room carrying a box.

"New guy? Bout time he showed up." Asked Tim as he walked across the room to take the box from Rachel.

Rachel confirmed his suspicions with a nod and a look of displeasure. "He's that gun happy cowboy from Florida we heard about."

Tim let out a laugh. "No shit? He must have really pissed off Florida if they sent him out here."

"Wait? Cowboy from Florida?" Elenora questioned as her eyes went wide. "Cowboy hat? Lean? Looks like an asshole?"

"Yeah?" Began Rachel in response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Elenora. "How'd you know?"

"Guys, I want you to meet the new guy," Came Art's voice as he walked into the room. "Old buddy of mine from Glynco. One of the fastest draws in the Marshal's service."

As Art said this, a man fitting the description Elenora had just given entered the room. His eyes landing straight on Elenora and a smile raised on his lips. "Hello, sunshine." The man greeted as he scanned her over.

"Daddy?" Elenora questioned. Her hands shook, and she felt the sweat forming. Her mind was racing, and she could not seem to form a proper thought.

"There it is." Said Tim under his breath, and Elenora could only think back to the previous night's conversation about Tim waiting for the ball to drop on their relationship. Because this was a big fucking ball. She noticed her father seemed to eye Tim and look him over as though he was trying to piece together a puzzle.

Elenora stepped forward as she looked her father over. "What are you doing here?"

"I was transferred. Told Art to keep it a surprise. So, surprise." Raylan approached Elenora and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Elenora followed suit, but it was more of an automatic response than anything out of love.

"You're Elenora's father?" Asked Rachel, as the father and daughter pulled apart.

"Yup." Raylan popped his 'p' as he replied and shoved a hand out towards Rachel. "Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, pleasure to meet you."

Rachel took his offered hand and gave it a shake with a smile on her face. "Deputy U.S. Marshal Rachel Brooks."

When Raylan released Rachel's hand, he turned to look at Tim. "That must make you the man that saved my little girl. Deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Gutterson, if I'm not mistaken?" Raylan stuck out his hand and Elenora noticed the way his eyes narrowed. Tim, who was still holding the box he took from Rachel, finally moved to set it down.

"I didn't do much savin', mainly I just threw a set of cuffs on the guy," Said Tim as he took Raylan's hand in a shake. "I'm sure she has you to thank for the skills I saw that night."

Raylan had not released Tim's hand. "I taught my baby girl how to protect herself against any unwanted male advances."

"Daddy!" Elenora narrowed her eyes at her father and he finally released Tim's hand. "Why are you really here?"

"I told you I was transferred."

"You were the one that gave that perp twenty-four hours to leave town." Tim said with realization. "Then shot him dead at the table, when he didn't comply. I'm guessing it wasn't a transfer so much as Art was the only one that would take you in?" Tim's voice held a slight harshness to it, and Elenora could tell that Tim was making sure her father knew he was not the type to back down.

"Apparently, this is my punishment for takin' out the bad guy."

"Or mine." Voiced Art as he walked over and placed a hand on Raylan's shoulder. "Rachel and Tim will be your best friends here. Rachel will keep you out of trouble and Tim, well, Tim will watch your back and take out anyone before they have a chance to draw."

Raylan looked between Elenora and Tim once again. "Army?"

"Rangers."

"I thank you for your service. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with my daughter, in private."

Nodding her head, Elenora looked from her father to Art. "Did you wanna order that pizza? Beers are cold and in the fridge."

"Will do." Replied Art.

Leading Raylan out of the apartment and into the hall, she walked a few more steps before leaning on the plastered wall. The only closed off rooms in the apartment were a washroom and a walk-in pantry. It left little privacy, but because the whole top floor was hers, the hallway was out of the way. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I didn't wanna worry you."

"Worry me?"

Raylan leaned against the wall and took his hat off. Holding it in his hand, he turned the hat over and ran his fingers along the brim. "With what happened to you down here, and what I did back there. I just wanted you to finish your school with nothing distractin' ya."

"You shot someone and got yourself shipped off back to your home state. This is after you shipped me off cause it wasn't safe for me in the same state you were working. Please tell me you don't expect me to up and leave again."

"I mean it wouldn't..."

"You have got to be fuckin kidding me, daddy! I have a home here, a job, friends, a life."

"And I got people that will eventually want to use you to get to me."

Elenora pushed off from the wall. "That ain't anything new, daddy. I defended myself then and I will do it again. I love you, but I can take care of myself." Moving past her father, Elenora walked back into the apartment, where it was apparent that everyone had been listening to their conversation. She paused and looked around the room as both Rachel and Art attempted to make themselves busy with opening some boxes. Tim, on the other hand, was leaning against the counter, next to the fridge in the kitchen, beer bottle in hand. His eyes were watching her from the second she entered and while she walked across the room to the fridge.

Pulling the door open, Elenora then reached in and grabbed a beer. Throwing the door to the fridge closed, Elenora twisted the cap to her bottle off and tossed it on the counter before bringing the bottle to her lips. Taking a large swallow, she let out a sigh as her father entered back into the apartment. She watched as he made his way to Art and, as the two of them started to converse, Elenora felt herself relax.

Taking a few steps, Elenora put herself at the counter next to Tim. "My daddy's here." Whispered Elenora.

"And he's got a gun," Replied Tim before taking another drink from his bottle.

Keeping her gaze on her father, Elenora took another large drink from her beer. "I understand if you wanna start runnin'."

"Ah, you've had a long day and I don't feel like it's much fair to make you run after me. So I think I'll just stay right where I am."

A buzz sounded through the apartment and everyone turned their heads toward Elenora and she just responded with a shrug of her shoulders. "Hey Art, said he was on pizza. I assume that means he's payin?"

"Oh, alright. Wanna give me a hand, Rachel?"

"Fine old man, I'll carry your pizza's," Said Rachel as she followed Art out the door with a laugh.

Once it was just the three of them, Raylan made his way towards the kitchen and looked between Elenora and Tim and when he reached the fridge, he held a hand to the door handle in question. "May I?"

"What's mine is yours." Said Elenora, before downing the last of her bottle. Once she was done, she placed the bottle on the counter and then reached forward for the bottle her father had just taken for himself. She cracked it open and took a drink.

"Good, because I'm gonna need a couch." Elenora nearly spit out the mouth full of beer as she looked at her father. "Good to know that would have been your reaction. Don't worry, the Marshal's Service is paying for a motel until I get the living arrangements sorted. Besides, I don't wanna get in the way of whatever boy it is you're shaking up with."

Eleanor just rolled her eyes at her father. "There is no boy."

"Sure there is. Art told me you haven't slept in your bed much this last week. With finals, I tend to find that a little odd given your study habits." Said Raylan as he pulled another beer from the fridge.

"I've been staying with Mandy, and if I wasn't studyin', I was drinkin'."

"Sure, sure. You keep him a secret for now, unless." Raylan began as he closed the fridge and cracked a beer. "You two seem awfully chummy. Deputy Gutterson, you wouldn't be the one preoccupying my daughter's evenin' time now, would you?" Raylan asked, starting down Tim. The tip of his bottle pointed at the man.

Tim responded with a cock of his head and a laugh, and when Raylan did not negate his hard stare, Tim straightened up. "Oh, you're serious."

"I'm not dating anyone, daddy." Said Elenora with a smirk.

"Well, you best be tellin' this non existent boyfriend of yours that at some point in the near future, him and I are going to be having a talk. Most likely at the firing range or a dark, empty alley."

"If I was seeing someone, why couldn't you just be happy for me? Why do you need to threaten him? I'm not a little girl anymore, daddy."

"Sunshine. No man will ever be good enough for you and you will always be my little girl."

Soon Art and Rachel were back, pizza in hand, and the discussion of Elenora's love life came to a close. After eating some pizza and drinking a few more beers, the group helped Elenora build up about a dozen bookcases and a few large cube storage units that she had situated as a divider between her living area and her sleeping area. When you entered the apartment, you were put into the middle of the living space. To the right of that was a large open kitchen area with a makeshift island that Elenora had created out of some rolling wooden workbenches, and to the left was the sleeping area, with the bathroom and a sliding glass door out to a small balcony. The balcony was just big enough for one chair but there was a small six step staircase that let you on to the roof, and a private area. There, Elenora had been gifted a patio set that had been left from a tenant five moves earlier. It was easier than actually trying to get anything back up or down.

"Nell, you know, you have the entire Harry Potter collection in five different languages right?" Tim ran a finger along the spine of each one as he inspected them. Everyone had left hours ago and Tim, too. He went home, gathered a bag of overnight items and a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow. Making sure that he took the long way back and that Elenora's trigger happy father did not follow him. He even parked two blocks away and Elenora helped Tim enter through a back service door, just to be safe. "How did you afford all these? Didn't realize being a student paid so well." Elenora watched from the floor, where she was unpacking another box of books.

"I worked in the library at the university, and at a bookstore both before and after coming out here. I got to save up most of it. Got a little money from the government when my momma died. Daddy and a scholarship helped with the school. I like books. It's nice to get lost in a good one."

Elenora watched as Tim plucked Storm Front by Jim Butcher from the shelf and flipped it over in his palm. "This is a good series."

"You, read fantasy?"

"Between the sandbox and my ass-hole of a father, it was an escape." Tim placed the book back on the shelf and walked over to Elenora. "Speaking of fathers, yours is interesting." Tim held out a hand and pulled Elenora to her feet. "Almost had to change my pants." Tim had a sly smile on his lips as he spoke, and it made Elenora laugh.

"Well, you aren't running, so that must be a good sign?" Elenora placed her arms on top of Tim's shoulders and put her hands on the back of her neck.

Tim placed his hands on her hips and smiled down at her. "I said almost, and something tells me you might be worth staring down the barrel of your daddy's gun."

Pushing forward, Elenora brought her lips to Tim's. She kissed him softly, and he responded in kind, his hands tightening on her hips but his pace matching her own. Tim was patient in many things Elenora had noticed, but with her, she noticed he would give off signs he was restraining himself. Trying to let her take the lead, let her be the one in control of the moment. It all made her toes tingle and her stomach tighten. It was one of the many reasons she was falling hard for Deputy United States Marshal Tim Gutterson.

Chapter 6

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The Daughter - Chapter 4

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 4

"You know you don't have to come." Said Elenora as she walked through the dark, along the concrete driveway next to Tim. The house in front of them was massive, white wooden siding and stone archways. It was in the nicer part of Lexington, the type of house that had more bathrooms than bedrooms. There were lamp posts near the entrance that lit the large white porch and entry way.

"And miss the chance to see what you're like plastered? No way, Ma'am." Tim replied with a laugh.

Elenora rolled her eyes as the two of them came to a stand at the doorway to the house. "I will not get plastered. Moving day is tomorrow, you know." Reaching forward, Elenora pressed the doorbell and then casually smoothed out her simple knee length burgundy dress. It had no sleeved, but a high buttoned up collar. She had used a large and chunky brown leather belt with it, and her favorite cowboy boots. Tim had opted for a grey button down no tie, black jeans and his usual boots. The party was supposed to be dressy casual.

"Oh, I know. It was mighty nice of Art to volunteer us all. He even said the new guy is comin' out to help. Still think you should have worn the hat. Who could have thought you could go from sexy school teacher to sexy cowgirl?"

"New guy?" Elenora began, as she ignored the rest of Tim's comments. "You tellin' me that you aren't short man on the totem pole anymore?"

"Yeah, he starts the day after tomorrow, I guess. Said little else."

The door to the house was flung open and arms enveloped Elenora. "NORA! YOU MADE IT!"

Stumbling back with the force, Elenora as well wrapped her arms around the girl, although it was more out of fear of falling than anything. She saw Tim's arm shoot out in response and felt his light touch where his hand contacted the spot between her shoulder blades.

When the girl pulled away, she looked at Elenora and then at Tim. "Hey, I know you."

"Tim, Mandy, Mandy, Tim." Elenora introduced one to the other. "Mandy is the one that sent you that picture on my behalf, and Tim is the Deputy that arrested me."

"Nora, didn't know you had it in you." Said Mandy, as she eyed Tim like he was a piece of meat. "Wait, I don't know if I can let you in here..." Elenora and Tim had already discussed the fact that there would be underage drinking and, most likely, marijuana at the party.

Tim stuck a finger from each hand into a belt loop and cracked a smile. "I'm off the clock. Unless one of your guests decides to shoot someone, or has an outstanding warrant, you won't have any problems with me."

"Good, now come on, I wanna know all the details. Like if you guys hooked up before or after processing, cause this prude will never tell me anything about her sex life." Mandy hooked her arm into Tim's and directed him inside.

"Ma'am, I hate to disappoint but I'm not one to kiss and tell."

Mandy craned her head back to Elenora, who was still standing at the doorway. "He called me Ma'am!" She then let out a giggle.

"Yeah, he likes to do that." Smiled Elenora as she moved to follow Tim and Mandy.

When they entered, the party was already in full swing. There were people everywhere, mainly they were Education students, but there were many that Elenora did not recognize. There were even a few Professors and their spouses. Elenora and Tim were led into the kitchen where there were buckets filled with ice hosing bottles of beer and coolers. Elenora watched one person open a fridge, which looked to only contain more beer. There was mix and hard liquors on the counter, as well as red solo cups everywhere. She could hear people cheering somewhere else in the house. It was here that Mandy finally released Tim and told them to help themselves. Tim fished out a bottle of beer and held it out towards Elenora, who took it with a smile.

At some point in the night, Elenora was dragged away from Tim, although he had found someone that he knew, a man in the Lexington PD who had also served. He was married to one of the professors, so Elenora did not feel too bad leaving him behind while she did some shots.

"We're done bitches!" One girl screamed, and the ring of girls, including Elenora, tossed back a shot of whiskey. Elenora slammed her glass down with a smile and looked at her friends, who were all as equally happy and drunk.

"That hot piece of man can't take his eyes off of you, Nora."

"He called me Ma'am when they came in. It was the cutest thing." Mandy said with a hand to her heart.

Elenora looked over her shoulder to see Tim in the next room. He was leaning against a doorframe, taking a swig of his beer while the surrounding group conversed. His eyes, though, were hard set on her. It was a look that made her knees weak and her skin go warm. Elenora loved the way he looked at her. "He is a pretty great catch, isn't he?"

With a confidence that could only be fueled by the copious amounts of alcohol she had drank, she smirked at Tim. Elenora eyed him and tried to convey every emotion she was feeling and Tim responded with a raised brow. "Someone hold my dress." Turning and heading out to the deck that was off the kitchen, Elenora waited as her friends gathered around her before looking at the man holding the spout for the beer keg. "You ready?" She asked. He nodded with a smile and presented the keg to her.

"All yours, little lady. You ready?" With a nod, Elenora threw her hands on the handles and pushed off with her legs. Swinging herself over, she felt someone grab her legs to stabilize her, and she felt her dress fall in the wrong direction, before hastily being grabbed and brought back to cover her modesty. The man holding the spout held it to Elenora's lips and opened it, and she began to drink. Her heartbeat pounded in her head as the seconds went by, and she was sure she could hear people were cheering her on, although it was hard to make out what they were saying.

When she couldn't go any longer, she let her legs fall back down and the spout pulled away. Once she was upright, she brought the back of her hand to her lips and wiped away the beer that had dribbled on her. Then she turned around. The crowd of people cheered her on, probably more so because she did not immediately hurl like many before her. Elenora's eyes though searched the crowd until she found Tim.

He was standing there, one arm folded over the other across his chest. There was a smile on his lips and his eyes narrowed as she stood in place, just watching him. She felt someone slap a hand on her shoulder in congratulations and one of her male classmates come up, hugged her, and lifted her into the air before spinning her around. When her feet were back on the ground, her eyes found Tim's once again and he was looking at her now like she had something on her face.

Elenora looked at him quizzically, but her question was interrupted by Mandy bringing her yet another shot of whiskey. "So, does he have a brother? Please say he has a brother?"

"I'm not sure. We have avoided the topic of family pretty heavily." Elenora downed the shot and watched as Tim approached the two of them.

"Well, if he does, I call dibs."

"If he does what?" Asked Tim with a sly smile as he came to stand next to Elenora. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

"Oh, I was just wondering if there was a way to get me one of you." Mandy said with a smile.

"Sorry to disappoint Ma'am, but there's only one of me, and I'm kind of stuck on this one here." Said Tim, before twisting his head to place a kiss on Elenora's hair.

"Just make sure I get an invitation to the wedding." Said Mandy before she turned and walked away.

Leaning his head down to Elenora's ear, she could smell the beer on his breath. "Wanna get out of here?"

"I'd be good with that." Elenora replied.

"Good, because I already called us a taxi."

With a nod, Elenora and Tim walked through the house and out the front door to stand on the porch while they waited for the Taxi. Elenora watched as Tim fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as he stared off out into the yard. "What you thinkin' about there, solider?" Asked Elenora as she leaned herself against one of the porch beams, and folded her arms across her chest.

"Honestly? Just waitin' for the ball to drop." He stopped fidgeting then and took the few steps to stand in front of Elenora. Reaching out, Tim put his hands to her hips and pulled himself as close as he could. He tipped down his head to put his forehead against hers and brought his nose to touch her own. "You're too good. Too perfect, and those things in my life don't tend to stay that way. Keep expecting to see your arrest warrant come across my desk, or for you to tell me that while this was fun but your boyfriend is coming home tomorrow."

"Ouch, hate to be one of your Ex's." Elenora put her hands to Tim's forearms and smiled. "But Tim, neither of those things are gonna happen. What's got you thinkin' like this?"

"There's something about you that makes me feel like I've known you my whole life and you got me thinkin' in all sorts of ways I've never thought before."

"Oh, and what would those be, Marshal?"

"Girl's gotta' have some secrets."

"Okay, you can keep your secrets, but only if you take me to the range. I haven't gotten my carry and conceal, and my daddy keeps buggin' me. Threaten to come out here, and I'd really rather that not happen, as I like you with no bullet holes."

"Is this the alcohol talking, or are you just tryin' to get me hard? Talkin' bout going to the shooting range. It's like you're made from my dreams." Tim's lips crashed against her own, his tongue swiping across her lips, in a request to deepen the kiss, and Elenora complied. Opening her mouth, she allowed Tim entry and soon her tongue was against his own and Elenora found her knees going weak, just as Tim finally pulled away. "Wait, do you even know how to fire a gun?" He pulled back slightly and stared down at her with a questioning gaze.

"You really think my Deputy Marshal of a father wouldn't teach me how to shoot?"

Tim's hands tightened on Elenora's hips. "Hey, just wondering what I have to work with here."

Elenora opened her mouth to respond, but a loud succession of car honks interrupted her. Both of them turned to see a taxi had pulled up along the driveway. "Come on, our carriage awaits." Tim pulled away from Elenora but reached out to take her hand in his, and he walked away. When she did not move, though, the resistance made him stop and look back at her.

"I don't need to worry bout you gettin' scared and runnin' do I?"

"We're good Nell. I'll let you know, though, if my feet start getting an itch." Tim said with a smile.

"Good, cause I'm an excellent runner, and you, Tim Gutterson, are worth runnin' for."

"You know you've never told me your last name?"

"I'm not wearing my runnin' shoes for that answer. So try to keep an even pace for me, okay?" Tim nodded his head in response and just stared at her with a smile. "It's Crowder." Elenora broke her eyes away from Tim as she felt his hand drop from her own and she looked down at the ground.

It was a split second later when she saw Tim's feet in front of her and felt a finger curl around her chin, pulling up and forcing her to look at him. "Well, there's a name that keeps coming across my desk, but you're gonna have to do better than being a Crowder to scare me away."

Chapter 5

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The Daughter - Chapter 3

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 3

When Elenora awoke, she did not remember how she had gotten into bed.

She felt hungover, maybe almost worse than hungover. Her head was fine, but her body was stiff. After a slug of a walk to her bathroom, she showered under the hottest water she could stand, and when she had washed both her body and hair twice, she felt a hundred times better.

Elenora had gotten dressed in a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a loose fitting thin white sweater. Its collar was high on her neck to ward off some of the chill from both the night air and the air-conditioning at the school. A pair of large gold-rimmed glasses sat perched on her nose and her slightly damp hair clung to her cheeks. She moved to collect her jacket from the back of her desk chair, only to discover a green jacket that was not hers. For a moment, she had forgotten that hers would still be in her SUV, which was at the school. Lifting the jacket towards her face, she inhaled Tim's scent. Something sweaty and a hint of fire smoke. It reminded her of the night after the bar, when they had gone back to his place, and she had laid with her head on his chest as he ran a finger up and down her arm. Something that had felt so natural that she would have thought they had done it a hundred times.

Draping the jacket over her arm, Elenora picked up her book bag and plucked a pencil from her desk. Heading to the kitchen, Elenora found Art and Leslie sitting at the table, each with a cup of coffee in their hand. "Good morning."

"Moring Elenora. Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, surprisingly. Would you mind if I came with you to the office with you today, Art? I would like to thank that Deputy for helping me last night and return his jacket."

"I need you to sign a statement for me about what happened, so we can do that as well."

Elenora gave a nod and draped Tim's jacket over her bag. With the pencil she took, she spun her hair around it and shoved the point through the bun that had been created, effectively holding it in place. "I'm ready when you are."

"Okay." Art stood up and placed his coffee on the table. Moving past Leslie, he dipped down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "See you at dinner."

"You have a good day now, and say hi to Tim for me, Elenora. It was mighty nice of him to bring you home last night." Leslie gave Elenora a wink, and she wondered if something had happened during the missing time in her memory from the night before.

The ride to the courthouse was quiet and once Art had escorted Elenora through security, the two made their way into the elevator. When the doors opened on the floor, the two stepped out, along with a small throng of other people going about their day. Art held the door open for her and allowed Elenora to enter first.

Her eyes zeroed in on him right away. Tim was sitting behind the desk closest to Art's office. He was leaned back in his chair, rocking it back and forth as he focused on whatever was on his computer screen.

"I'll go grab the papers from my desk. Just meet me in the conference room when you're done talkin' with Deputy Marshal Gutterson."

Art saying his name seemed to grab Tim's attention and his eyes shot up from his computer screen to lock onto hers. He got up from his seat a little too fast to be casual, but if it appeared unusual, Art did not say anything as he walked into his office.

"I wanted to return your jacket to you, and thank you for what you did last night." Elenora held out Tim's jacket to him and he took it with a smile. She noticed Art look at her through the glass of his office and point to the room next door. She nodded her head in response.

"I'll let you return the favor one day." Said Tim with a smile.

"What save you from being kidnapped?"

"Have you seen me? Lookin like this, I'm getting jumped at once, twice a week."

Eleanor laughed. "Your getting jumped because you wear a badge, although." She took a step towards the conference room and next to Tim. "I wouldn't blame them for jumping ya."

"Cause I carry a badge or because of my dashing good looks?"

"I'll let you decide, Marshal."

With that, Elenora walked into the conference room. Art directed her to sit and quickly he went over what the papers said and told her where she needed to sign. Before she knew it, she was done, and she and Art were walking back out into the main room. "Let me just make a phone call and I can drop you off at your SUV." Said Art as he walked into his office. Elenora looked around and found Tim talking to Rachel, whom Elenora has visited with the few times she had been in the courthouse.

"Hey Rachel." Greeted Elenora as she approached the two.

"Hey Elenora. I heard about what happened. I'm glad you're okay."

"You should have seen her. It was quite the takedown." Said Tim, a tone of pride in his voice.

A smile raised on Elenora's lips and she could feel her cheeks warm. "If only my daddy hadn't banned me from law enforcement."

"How is school going? You must be about to graduate?"

"Yeah. Last final is Friday. Already got a job lined up at Sayre's Private School."

"That's great, and just across the street. It'll make it easy for us to grab a coffee." Said Rachel, with a genuine smile on her face.

"Ah, that explains this sexy authority thing you got goin'." Said Tim. "You can put me in detention any time, Ma'am. Use the paddle and everything."

Elenora felt the heat spread all over her body in both embarrassment and horror.

"Tim!" Rachel gasped in horror as she looked at her team mate. Then she turned to look at Elenora. "I apologize for him. The man has no filter and generally speaks without thinking."

"It be weird if I didn't." Replied Tim with a casual shrug as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Did you need a ride to your car? I still need to finish up my lead in that area."

"That be great, thank you. Rachel, can you let Art know Tim's gonna drop me off?"

"Of course. Just don't be afraid to smack him when he gets goin' now."

As if to emphasize Rachel's words, Tim threw an arm out toward the doors and took a deep bow. "This way, my lady."

Both Rachel and Elenora let out a laugh as Tim righted himself. Without another word, Tim and Elenora headed out of the office and towards the elevator. They waited casually until the doors finally opened, and once everyone had filed out, they went in. Tim pushed the button for the garage and the two watched as the doors closed, leaving them together, alone in the elevator.

Once they were closed and before Elenora could even comprehend what had happened, she found herself pinned against the elevator wall, the buzz of the emergency stop ringing in her ears and Tim's lips against her own. One of his hands was on her hip and the other had wormed its way into her hair, effectively knocking the pencil from its home. At some point, and what she figured must have been instinct, she had dropped her bag as her own hands moved to the back of Tim's neck. The kiss was hard and hungry, and just as fast as it happened, it was over, and the two had pulled away from each other. Each deeply breathing and with an itch they could not scratch in the elevator. "I've had this dream before." Elenora whispered with a smile.

"Ooo, I expect you to tell me all about it later." Tim responded with a smirk before restarting the elevator, and Elenora picked up her bag and pencil.

Right away, the doors opened on the next floor down and a few patrons entered, so Elenora and Tim shifted towards the back. They stood shoulder to shoulder as they watched the people file in and out of the elevator. As they were nearing the garage level, Elenora felt Tim lean into her. "You know, never thought my type was a naughty school teacher." It came out as nothing more than a whisper and she was sure had anyone else in the elevator heard, they would have turned around.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors to the elevator opened and everyone filed out including themselves and Elenora noticed Tim's hand had fallen to her lower back like it had in the past, and she let him softly guide her through the garage to where he was parked. Once they arrived at the SUV, Elenora turned to look at Tim and leaned against the door. "So what happened last night when you dropped me off? I don't really remember much after gettin' in the SUV, and Leslie was looking at me like she knew a secret."

Tim gave up a smirk and stuck his hands in his pockets. "You may have muttered something about being madly in love with me when we got in the house."

"No..." Elenora's eyes went wide and her hand, which still held the pencil, moved up to cover her mouth in horror.

"You fell asleep shortly after we started the journey. Didn't wanna wake you so I carried you inside. It wasn't anything special." Tim said with a shrug of his shoulders, but Elenora knew there was more to the story.

Elenora just smiled in response. "Would that lead of yours involve some coffee and breakfast?" Turning around, Elenora allowed Tim to open the passenger door for her and she hopped in before Tim placed a hand on the frame of the SUV and another on the inside of the door before leaning in towards her.

"Don't you have class?"

"No, it's just a week of studying and my final. I can spare some time for food, ooh! Ice cream. Can we go somewhere with ice cream and coffee?"

Tim's eyes scrunched up and Elenora knew exactly what was going through his brain. It was the same thing everyone thought when she mentioned ice cream for breakfast. "You want ice cream for breakfast?"

"Yeah, eggs, milk. It's no worse than a pancake slathered in syrup."

"I don't know if I can be friends with someone who has ice cream for breakfast."

"I don't know if I can be friends with someone who doesn't have ice cream for breakfast."

Leaning in a little more, Elenora watched as Tim's eyes fluttered down to look at her lips before looking back into her eyes. "Well, I guess that's that."

"Your lips say one thing, but your eyes are sayin' another there, Marshal."

"Ma'am, I don't know what you're talkin' about. Besides, maybe it's not friendship I'm after."

Elenora's lips turned upwards. The smirk was hard to keep down. "Acquaintance then?

"Range buddy? Bum Chum? Girlfriend?"

"Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend, Marshal? You don't even know me."

"I'm not good at this stuff. I'm not a sleep around type of guy. I shoot people and have shit hours. I got a slight drinkin' problem, and some P.T.S.D. I'm not the type of guy girls continue to talk to unless they got daddy issues or arrest warrants. Honestly, I will probably forget whatever anniversary you feel is most important and I don't know if I would ever want kids considering how fucked up growing up was for me. But you, you are all that I can think about right now, and I've never felt the way I did seeing that guy attack you last night. Maybe arrestin' you was the best decision I ever made." Tim's voice held a monotone that Elenora was sure most would take as uncaring, but she could see the emotion in his eyes, that he was baring his soul to her in this moment.

"I'm not good at this either. I cling real hard and real fast. My momma was a junkie and a criminal. Who I found on our kitchen floor after she OD'd. The rest of my family is no better. They are racists, drug dealers and thieves. I have serious daddy issues. I'll also probably forget what ever anniversary we are on, as well as your birthday. Kids scare the shit out of me, and I would much rather borrow them for the day and hand them back so I can go home, drink and selfishly spend my money on myself. I've never had a mutually serious long-term relationship of any kind. I usually scare them away before that, and while I was supposed to be studying yesterday, all I could think about was you, and that our wedding colours would be dark grey and teal."

Tim said nothing in response. His eyes just moved around her face as if he was searching for something, and Elenora just watched him as her nerves ate away at her. Folding her lip in and between her teeth, she bit down, hoping the pain would distract her.

It felt like hours before Tim's eyes settled back on hers. "Teal's a nice colour."

Chapter 4

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The Daughter - Chapter 2

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 2

Elenora drummed her pencil against the tabletop. The library was eerily quiet and while she may have been staring down at her textbook, her mind was on other things. Her back hit the wall hard, but she did not mind. The impact actually spurring her on as she worked at pulling Tim's shirt out from his pants, while his lips attacked the side of her neck. Unconsciously, Elenora's knees closed tighter together.

Tim's hands roamed down her sides and cupped her ass and the next thing she knew, her feet were off the air. She felt Tim's hearty laugh against her skin as she yelped in surprise and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Elenora felt the instinctual need to grind herself into Tim, eliciting a moan from him before his lips captured her own.

Pulling his lips away from her, Tim looked Elenora in the eyes with a smile. "I gotta' confess, I knew who you were...at the bar."

"Oh, really?"

Tim rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "Each time you brought Art a coffee or stopped and talked to Rachel I hoped that there would be some excuse to talk to you, but then the rational part of my brain would stop me, telling me that you were Art's ward and that I could look but not touch."

"So what changed?"

"Probably the alcohol." Said Tim as he opened his eyes and gave her a smile. "And the picture. I'm never deleting that, by the way."

"Nora..."

Elenora dropped her pencil down in shock and shifted in her chair away from the unexpected greeting.

"Geez girl. You don't look like you got any sleep."

"No. I was awake most of the night." Responded Elenora and a flash of Tim above her, lips around her nipple and two of his fingers deep inside her.

"I can't believe you actually got arrested, can't say I thought you had it in you, but I'm glad you did. I was routing for you." Said the girl as she produced a set of keys and placed them on the table next to one of Elenora's books. "The apartment is all yours."

Reaching for the keys, Elenora held them in her hand and looked at her friend. "Wait. So no one else finished?"

"Oh no, they did. But they are all still locked up in the drunk tank. I guess there is some investigation into the amount of public intoxications that happened last night. Everyone missed class. The professors are pissed." Said the girl with a laugh. "That's the spare, so if you wanna start moving stuff over, you can. I'm basically packed up. My parents took two SUV loads to New York already. I'll get the landlord to get me the copies of the lease, and I'll leave them on the counter. If I'm not there, just sign your life away and leave three post dated's. He'll want them A.S.A.P. Then it is all yours."

"Thanks again for this. It's nice to know I'll have a place of my own finally."

The girl gave Elenora a nod and then headed off. Once Elenora was alone, she pulled out her cell phone and opened up her conversation with Tim, which still only comprised of the text to give her a wave and the nude photo her friends had both sent.

Elenora: Please say that you did not have anything to do with the fact there is a bunch of hungover university students locked up in jail right now.

Tim must have had his phone near him, as his response came through almost instantly.

Tim: I thought you wanted the apartment to end all apartments?

Tim: Also, I'm insulted that you would think I would use my powers of authority in such a manner. *gasp*

Elenora: Well, you didn't seem to have that mentality when you used those handcuffs on me for a second time...

Elenora pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about when she and Tim went for round two once they had finally made it onto the bed. Tim had reached down to his pants, where he had shoved the discarded handcuffs after helping Elenora out of the remaining side. He held them up to her with a grin. "Wanna make it a little more challenging this time?" Elenora said nothing as she stuck her wrists out to Tim. Once he had the cuffs on her, he pushed her up to the headrest on his bed and placed her arms above her head and the cuffs around one of the bed posts.

Tim: It was an unusual intake of public intoxication. I just wanted to ensure that those girls were safe, and that they couldn't drink their way into a new apartment. It was my civic duty, I assure you.

Elenora: Well, I thank you for your service, Marshal. Think I might owe you something for taking on such a life saving task.

Tim: Now Ma'am, I like my laundry pressed and folded. Eggs over easy and I prefer my steak more on the rare than the medium side.

Elenora: Really now?

Tim: Oh, does this fancy apartment not have in-suit laundry?

Elenora: Is this your way of telling me you want to see me again, Marshal?

Tim: Ma'am, the thought of seeing you again is the only thing getting me through today.

The heat that ran through Elenora and to her core made her squirm. She never figured for her crush on Tim would amount to anything, considering how she had been banned from having a relationship with anyone in law enforcement. With what her father did, he had a strict rule about who she could date. It was for good reason she knew, because there was always that voice in the back of her mind that told her each time her phone rang that this was the call to tell her something bad had happened.

Elenora: I'm sure that could be arranged. However, Art does always seem to be quite interested in my male friends, probably under the behest of my father. So for now, mind if we keep whatever this is out of his radar.

Tim: Probably for the best. Don't need Art sticking me on transport duty for the rest of my life. I'm already getting the shit end of the stick for being the new guy.

Elenora: Plus, I don't need my daddy showing up here and shootin' you.

Tim: Come on, Dad's love me.

Elenora: Why do I feel like that's a lie ;)

Tim: Offended!

Elenora: Don't you have a perp to catch?

Tim: Shouldn't you be in class?

Elenora: Studying for final on Friday.

Tim: Same, you are really making it hard to study, by the way. This picture of you keeps popping up on my phone. It's really distracting.

Elenora let out a loud laugh and quickly her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she looked around the library. A few of the other students had turned to look at her.

Elenora: I'm going to go back to studying now.

Tim: I gotta go do something today. If shit doesn't hit the fan and you aren't to studied out, there is a bluegrass band plain' in this bar in Georgetown tonight...

Elenora: You let me know when you are hole free and off the clock, Marshal.

Tim: Will do Ma'am.

The rest of Elenora's day went by as usual, however she found she was checking her phone a little more than usual and when finally she could not stand the sound of her empty stomach any longer, she packed up her books.

As Elenora stepped out of the old brick walls and into the evening air, the bag slung over her shoulder. She wished she had not left her jacket in the SUV. The air was crisp once the sun went down. Moving around the side of her old Bronco, she opened the back door and tossed her bag in before leaning in to pick up her leather jacket from the floor. When she moved to stand back up, an arm wrapped itself around her shoulder and down across chest. The arm pulled her tight against a chest and the smell of cheap whiskey engulfed her.

"Well, aren't you just a pretty one?"

Elenora rolled her eyes. "You best be takin' your hands off me."

"Now, why would I ever do that?"

The feeling of another hand sliding across her thigh made her skin crawl. "Maybe you didn't hear me clearly, so I'll say it nice and slow this time, so I don't need to repeat myself for a third time. Remove your hands from my person."

"Are you gonna be all bark and no fight, little lady? Here I was hopin' for a little more..."

Eleanor's shoulder dropped, which caused the grip on her to loosen. The fact that he was clearly intoxicated did nothing to help his reflexes as Elenora ducked down, looped her right arm around the arm that had been traveling her leg. Pulling up, she wrapped her arm around his and spun herself out from in front of the man. With little thought and mainly on instinct, Elenora soon had the man's face pinned again the side of her SUV and his shoulder pulled from the socket as she held his against his own back.

The man let out a scream as the realization and pain set in. "You bitch!"

"Now that is no way to speak to a lady. Ma'am, do you require assistance?"

"No, Marshal, pretty sure I got this piece of shit handled." Elenora turned her head slightly to see Tim standing a few steps away, hand resting at the ready against his firearm and his chest heaving as if he had been running.

"This woman..." He began and Elenora felt him try to push off from the SUV.

Threading her fingers through the man's hair, Elenora gripped the locks and pulled back hard, before putting all her weight into bashing the man's head against the steel of her SUV, effectively knocking him out. When she felt him go limp, she removed her hands and let the man drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Taking a few steps back from her SUV, Elenora looked to Tim, who was now slowly approaching the man. He gave him a push with his boot and put the mystery man on his back.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Whispered Elenora, as she wrapped her arms around herself. The adrenalin from the event was already wearing off. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I would drive by on the off chance you were still here. Was going to phone you when I parked." Tim pulled out his cell phone and after that, Elenora did not really pay attention. Instead, she moved herself towards the curb that surrounded the parking lot and sat herself down. Resting her elbows on her knees, Elenora picked at the cuffs of her denim shirt.

She noticed her hand began to shake and just stared at the tips of her fingers as she remembered the feeling of the man's hand on her leg. "Nell?"

Elenora's eyes focused past her fingers to see Tim crouched down a few feet away from her. "Do you want me to call Art, or your Daddy?"

"What?" Questioned Elenora in a daze.

"Either way, they both find out about what's happened. I'll say I was driving by when I saw the altercation and recognized you as being Art's ward. Best to call now before the Lexington P.D. gets here."

"Art, call Art."

Eleanor watched as Tim gave a nod of his head and stood back up. He pushed a few buttons on his phone and held it to his ear. "Yeah hey Art. I stumbled into a bit of a situation. That Marshal's kid that's staying with you, she was attacked outside her car near the university. No, no. She's okay. Definitely in shock, though. Locals are on the way, but you'll want to come down. Yup, okay."

Tipping her head down, Elenora rubbed at her eyes with the palms of her hand, and then looked up to where the man was now laying on his stomach, hands cuffed behind him. "I didn't kill him, did I?"

Tim must have pocketed as both his hands were free when he crouched back down. "No, think the fucker passed out from the pain. Your daddy taught you all sorts of tricks, didn't he? Remind me not to piss you off."

A chuckle left Elenora's lips before she could help it. "Yeah, never had to put anything into action before." Her words were followed by a gasp as she felt her breath catch in her throat, and could see her vision glass over with unshed tears.

He must have known what was about to happen as he place his hands out in front of him, palms facing her and took a tentative slide forward, as if he was approaching a wild animal. "Nell, I think you might be about to have a panic."

"Yeah..." Elenora gasped as she struggled to find breath. She was feeling as though she was about to suffocate, like there wasn't enough oxygen in the air. Her lungs burned. "Think I might be."

"I can help if you trust me, but I need to touch you. Is that okay?" Tim asked calmly.

Elenora could only nod her head in response as she gasped once again for breath and tears cascaded down her cheeks. She saw the blur of Tim as he moved around her and came to sit behind her. He pushed himself up his chest against her back and reached around her to take her hands in his. "We're gonna fold your arms over and I'm gonna hug you tight, okay?" Elenora quickly nodded her head and allowed for Tim to cross her arms against herself and then he followed with his own. "Okay now I want you to feel my chest, and I want you to try to breath with me. In..."

Taking a struggled breath, Elenora could feel Tim all around her. He was like a blanket surrounding her. It was different from the other man. This was warm and as she listened to him tell her when to breathe out and in again, she felt as though nothing could hurt her. At some point, she noticed the blur of what must have been Tim's hand shooing someone away. The moment seeming to break the spell she was under and slowly the world around her came into view. There were multiple red and blue lights and blurred black blobs, standing and moving around.

Slowly, everything started to come into focus more and Elenora could see Art talking to an officer and watching her. Or was he watching Tim? It was hard to really see. He was not entirely crisp and, after giving a light laugh, she felt Tim's breath on her neck. "You doing okay now?"

"Yeah, I just. I think I might have cried my contacts out of my eyes." Elenora let out another laugh, and she felt Tim's arms unwrap from around her.

"Think you're okay to sit by yourself for a moment?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay." Tim pulled himself away from her and the frigid chill of the air hit Elenora, making her shiver. She felt something fall on her shoulders before she saw it. Tim had dropped his green bomber jacket across her shoulders and had now crouched down to pull it around her front.

Elenora let her eyes settle on Tim, and a smile rose to her lips. "Thank you Tim. For everything."

"Any time, Ma'am." Said Tim and before he rose, he gave her a wink.

She watched as Tim and Art talked, and then Art set off towards her. Once he got to her, he took a seat next to her and Elenora watched as he rubbed the cell phone in his hand. "Tim says he watched you take our guy down yourself. Pretty impressive."

"Yeah, daddy taught me well." Elenora whispered, her eyes dropping from Art down to the concrete of the parking lot.

"Speaking of your daddy, you better give him a call. If he doesn't know already, he will know as soon as this gets processed, and I don't wanna be on the receiving end of that phone call." Glancing back at Art, Elenora saw his phone was now extended toward her, so she took it with a shaky hand. "I'll give you a few minutes, but then they are going to need a statement from you, okay?"

"Okay."

Looking down at the phone, she flipped it open and found her daddy's name. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the call button and put the phone up to her ear with one hand while she lid her other into the sleeve of Tim's jacket. Then she swapped the phone to the other side and did the same with her remaining arm.

"What's up Art, I'm a little busy right now," Came the voice of Elenora's father through the speaker.

"Hey, daddy." A sniffled left her nose as she tried to compose herself. It always hurt when she had to tell her father something. She always felt like she was disappointing him, even though she knew she really was not.

"Elenora? What's wrong?"

"I got attacked." Elenora whispered, and she felt Art's hand land on her back and rub a comforting circle. "I'm okay. I'm pretty shaken, but I'm okay."

"Sit down!" Gunfire echoed through the phone.

"Dad!"

"Sorry, give me two seconds Elenora. Didn't I tell you to stay where you are? This is an important phone call, but trust me I won't forget about you and we will be right back at it. Now, you sure you're okay? Is that what you're saying or the paramedics?"

"I had a bit of a panic attack, but I'm fine. Not even a scrape. I put him down on his ass."

"That's my girl. I'm glad you are safe. Can you put Art on the phone for a moment, and then I need to get back to work, okay? If you need anything, you give me a call."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you more, sunshine."

Elenora handed the phone back to Art with a sigh. "He want's to talk to you." Once the phone was handed over, she stared back out into the fray of people and watched who she assumed was Tim point out in a few directions. He must have been giving a statement as to what he had witnessed.

"Yeah, one of my Marshal's happened to be on scene. He saw the whole thing go down. Had a bad panic attack, but he helped bring her back down. Yeah, I'll tell him. Bye Raylan." Art hung up the phone and stood himself up, before offering a hand to Elenora. "Come on now, let's go get this over and done with so I can get you home."

Elenora gave a grunt as she stood up, her muscles seizing as though she had just come back from a long run. It took her a second to get her legs functioning and when she felt confident in her steps, the two made their way towards Tim and an officer. "I got that apartment, by the way." Said Elenora, in a poor attempt to think of anything else but what was happening. "Found out this morning."

"Congratulations. I'll be sad to see you go. Leslie will be heartbroken. Think she enjoyed having you around, seeing as how all our own are gone."

"I'll still be around."

"I know." Replied Art. "But just won't be the same."

The two came to a stop at the pair, with Elenora in between both Art and Tim and it was then she noticed her bag draped over Tim's shoulder. He must have pulled in from her vehicle at some point. "I think I got most of what I need from the Marshal here, but if you wouldn't mind. Telling me what happened before Deputy Gutterson got here."

"Yes officer. I had just come out of the library and put my bag in the car. I reached for my jacket and as I was coming back up, he grabbed me from behind." Elenora noticed Tim's hand raise out of the corner of her eye and then lower back down as if he thought better about whatever it was he was about to do. "He called me a 'pretty little thing'. Ran his hand on my thigh and when I asked him to remove himself from me, he replied with why would he? After then I asked him again, and he seemed to get irate at the fact I wasn't putting up a struggle. He reeked of whiskey."

Elenora watched as the officer scribbled a few things down on a pad he had been holding before looking back up at her, silently telling her to continue. "I was able to slip from his grip and pin him to my SUV, that's when..." She had been about to say Tim, but caught herself before his name tumbled from her lips. "When the Marshal showed up, he addressed the man, but I felt him push back against me, so I slammed him into the SUV, and I guess I knocked him out. After that, it's a bit of a blur, till only a few moments ago."

"That should be good for tonight, ma'am."

The officer went to walk away just as Art's phone rang and the older man held up a finger as for the officer to wait a second. Quickly flipping open his phone and putting it to his ear, Art's lips turned up slightly, as whomever it was on the other line must have given him good news.

"Thanks, that will be it for now. See you in the morning, Rachel." Hanging up the phone, Art looked to Tim. "Looks like our guy Kurt Mannan has a few outstanding warrants in Kansas. I'm gonna have the Marshal's service take it from here, officer."

"Sounds good to me, Marshal. I won't argue skipping the paperwork."

"Tim, would you mind taking Elenora home? I'm gonna follow Mr. Mannan to the hospital and have a few words with him before I take him into custody."

"I got her Sir." Said Tim with a nod. Placing a hand to the small of Elenora's back, he walked her away from the police and towards his SUV. He held open the door for her and helped her in. Without a word he shut her in, got in the driver's side, swung her bag into the backseat and took off. Much like he had the night before, when they were far enough away and Tim was sure there was no way they would cross paths with Art, he pulled over.

"You still doing okay there, Nell?"

"Yeah. Think I'm just tired." Said Elenora as she pulled at her seat belt so she could turn slightly. She rested her left temple against the headrest as she looked at Tim. Elenora felt like she had been hit by a truck. Her head was beginning to throb and her muscles were tight. Tim, on the other hand, looked relaxed, but there were a million emotions showing in his eyes. "I like that."

"What?" Tim asked as he reached over to tuck a chunk of her hair behind her ear.

"You callin' me Nell. I've never heard that one before." She closed her eyes as Tim's fingers continued to run through her hair. "It's nice." It came out more than a whisper to herself than anything, but she was sure Tim heard it.

There was a pause, and Elenora enjoyed the silence until it was eventually broken. "Let's get you home."

Her eyes did not open. Elenora had heard Tim, but the feeling of his hand in her hair and the warmth of his hand had entranced her into a coma like state. There was just no will to do anything other than hum to tell him she had heard.

Chapter 3

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The Daughter - Chapter 1

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

Chapter One:

Elenora could feel the bottoms of her boots stick to the floor as she walked. The years of spilt drinks and shotty cleaning leaving a film across the surface that wanted anything that touched it to become a permanent fixture. Her palms sweated as she stepped towards the bar, and she wiped them against her jean clad thighs, hoping to quell her nerves and the moisture. She should not be this nervous. She already had the plan formed in her head as to what she was going to say. “Hey, remember me, I’m that random girl staying with your boss, but we never really talked cause I think you’re cute, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself. So see, my friends are stupid and as part of a scavenger hunt, I need to get a hot guy’s phone number. So here I am! Saying you are hot, like do you on the bar counter right this second. Think about you fucking me in the elevator every time I’m at the courthouse.” “God, I can’t say that,” Elenora muttered to herself. Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her dark blue skinny jeans, she took a deep breath. Thankfully, she had thrown a flannel over her tank top so maybe he would not notice the sweat that was forming under her arms.

When she approached the bar, she leaned against the wood with an elbow and turned herself to look at the man she was about to pester. “Evening Marshal.” Elenora greeted before giving a side eye to her friends. The group of girls were sitting in their booth at the opposite end of the building, chin in hand and elbows on the table, staring at her with wide eyes and cat like smiles.

The man swiveled himself around on his chair, his hands still rested on the bar top wrapped around his beer bottle as if it was too much of an inconvenience to lift them. The motioned drew Elenora’s eyes back to him. Elenora watched as his eyes connected with hers before slowly running down the length of her body and back up again. He squinted and his finger pulled at the label on the beer bottle subconsciously.

Elenora raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. “You look familiar, and you know I’m a Marshal.” His face relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Wait. You’re that uni girl stayin’ with Art, aren’t you?” He swiveled around fully now, his feet resting on the step of the stool and his knees spread wide. His left hand was free and now resting on his thigh.

“Yup, except right now, I need you to pretend like you don’t know me, and I am just some stranger hitting on you at the bar.” Said Elenora pushing off from the bar top and took a small step closer to the man. “You aren’t supposed to know this, but I require your phone number for a stupid scavenger hunt, and I really want to win.”

“This has got to be the strangest pick up line I have ever heard.” His smile betrayed the tone in his voice, telling Elenora that he was actually enjoying this. “Tim, by the way.”

“Elenora.”

Tim’s smile got even larger. “Can’t say an eighty-year-old has ever asked for my number.”

Taking a larger step forward than she had before, Elenora put herself between Tim’s legs. A surge of confidence overtaking her brought on my the smile on Tim’s lip and the mischievous glint that was now in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure this eighty-year-old could give you all sorts of new experiences.” Elenora reached out and ran her hands up Tim’s shoulders before pulling lightly at the collar of his polo to straighten it before dropping her hands back down to her sides.

“Ma’am, don’t tempt me with a good time. So this scavenger hunt?” Asked Tim. “You just need my number, or do you require my assistance with anything else? Say that picture of you skinny dip’n in the founder’s fountain?”

Elenora’s eyes went large. How could he know? Out of instinct, she went to take a step back, but Tim quickly threw his arms out, looping his thumbs into the back pockets of her jeans and splaying his hands on her sides of her ass. “Woah girl.” Tim whispered. “If you’ve done it I didn’t see, you just aren’t the first to come up to me tonight trying to fill that card of yours.”

Relaxing, Elenora rested her palms on Tim’s forearms. “So I’m too late to the game, then is what you are telling me?”

“Hardly. I don’t give my number out to just anyone.” Said Tim as his eyes once again locked onto hers. “However, being in the charge of Art and all, I feel as though it is my duty to help you with your task.”

“That would be mighty fine of you.” Elenora responded. Her hands had worked their way up his arms till her wrists rested on his shoulders. With a turn of her head, Elenora looked back towards her friends who were all watching her with interest, waiting to see what happened next. “Pretty sure you just made me the talk of the night, Marshal.”

“Got your phone?” Tim asked as he slid his hands out from her jeans and brought them to rest on her hips.

Elenora reached up into the pocket of her flannel and pulled out her blackberry. She spun the device in her fingers and held it out to Tim, who then plucked it from her grasp. With both hands, he punched in his name and phone number before holding it back out to Elenora, but when she went to reach for it, he pulled it back with a flick of his wrist. “Now, I’m trusting you with this. With great power comes great responsibility.”

“Got it. No late night booty calls, rebound requests, or drunken confessions of love.”

“Exactly. Only recommendations for lunch, who won Sundays game and is there a cover band playin’ at Rusty’s?” Said Tim as he held the phone back out to her.

Taking it in her hand, Elenora looked at the device and then at Tim. “Thanks, Tim.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask about those cover bands.” Elenora smiled and took a step back from Tim before turning back towards her friends. “And Ma’am, I do apologize.”

The next thing Elenora felt was the slap of a hand on her ass, and she was pretty sure the shock caused her feet to leave the floor. She whipped her head around to look at Tim, who was just retracting his hand and had a smile on his face.

Elenora made her way back to her friends and sat down before handing her phone to one girl, who promptly started clicking away on her phone. Elenora picked up the glass of gin and soda she had left at the table before going to talk to Tim and eyed said man out of the corner of her eye. He had just reached for his beer when his detoured and reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone, reading the message that came through he turned to look at the table and gave a wave, just as Elenora knew he had been instructed. Now came the embarrassing part.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The girl with Elenora’s phone asked.

“Do it. I want that apartment.” Elenora downed her drink in one swallow and tipped her head down so that her fell over her face to hide the blush that she was sure was currently forming on her cheeks.

“Nora, he’s coming over!”

Elenora’s head shot up, and she turned to see Tim walking towards her. A stern look on his face and his hand resting on his firearm that was holstered at his side. His badge was clearly visible from where it was hooked into his jeans on his right hip.

“Shit, he’s a cop!” one girl said in a hushed tone just as Tim approached the table.

“Oh, you’re screwed, girl.” Came the voice of another girl from across the table.

His phone was still in his other hand and he presented it to Elenora once he was at the table’s edge. “Ma’am, is this you?”

Looking at the phone screen, Elenora saw a picture of herself, naked as the day she was born, standing in Lexington’s founders fountain. “Umm, yes.”

“Do you know that indecent exposure is illegal, especially on State owned property, and carries a criminal sentence?”

“No, but that would make sense.” Elenora’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could feel herself breaking out in a sweat.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to come with me,” Said Tim as he pocketed his phone and waved Elenora out of the booth, his hand resting on his pistol the entire time.

“Officer, please, you can’t do this. It was just a stupid thing for her to get this apartment. I mean, it’s a really nice apartment, but she can’t go to jail!”

“Ladies, let me introduce myself. I am Deputy United States Marshall Tim Gutterson, and I am going to take you friend here into custody. Now come Ma’am if you will come with me, we are going to have a little talk about our good State’s laws and if I feel as though you will not be a repeat offender perhaps there will not be any paperwork to file.”

“Yes, Marshall.” Said Elenora as she slid from the booth and grabbed her small leather purse from its resting place on her seat.

Tim placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her to turn around. “Hands behind your back, please.”

Elenora felt the cool metal rub and lock against her wrists. ‘where had he been hiding handcuffs‘ she wondered?

“Ladies, enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that, Elenora felt Tim touch her, gently pushing at her lower back as he directed her towards the door. Once they were almost there, she felt Tim press himself against her side and his head come into view next to hers. “There now you can cross off being arrested, too.”

“You fucker!” Elenora ground out in a hushed tone. “How did you know?”

“Now Ma’am. You are speaking to a Deputy U.S. Marshal, so let’s watch the language, and I already told you, you weren’t the first girl to come up to me tonight.” Tim said this with a humor to his voice and Elenora could only roll her eyes as the two stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the night air.

Once Elenora knew she would not be seen by her friends, she stepped out of Tim’s grasp and turn on him. “I didn’t pay my tab, Tim. I’m never gonna be allowed back in there now.”

“Don’t worry, I took care of it before I came over. Now come on, SUVs just over there.” Said Tim as he removed his hand from where it rested on his firearm and pointed towards an SUV parked about a half block away.

“Wait, you are actually arresting me?” Elenora’s eyes went wide and while she was sure her cheeks were still flushed, she imagined the rest of her was following.

“Hell no, I don’t wanna do that paperwork. It’s a school night; but if your friends walk out right now, this is gonna look mighty suspicious.”

“Good point. Lead the way, Marshal.” Tim moved and placed his hand on her shoulder and the two walked the short distance to his SUV. Opening the door, Tim helped Elenora into the SUV and once he was tucked in behind the wheel himself, he pulled out the keys to the cuffs.

He held them up and Elenora turned herself around to give him access, but when she did not feel Tim unlocking them, she craned her neck slightly to look at him. “Are you gonna uncuff me, Marshal, or is this something I need to worry about? Being in a vehicle with a stranger?”

When Tim did not answer, Elenora bounced her way around in the seat to look straight on at him. Her mind playing through every horrible scenario her daddy had ever told her. Till finally a smile rose from his lips. “I just need to know. You really doing all this for an apartment? Havin’ a criminal record worth that?”

As he talked, Elenora had pulled a bobby pin from her back pocket and had already had it wedged in the teeth of her left cuff. “You haven’t seen the apartment. Studio, with these giant picture windows and a rooftop patio...” Elenora let out a grunt as she squeezed the cuff on her left hand closed even more than it already was, until she felt the release of the mechanism which she had jammed. “There were twenty of us that applied to her to take over her lease, so she came up with this stupid game.” With her left hand now free of the cuff, she brought her hands around to her front and she watched as Tim’s eyes narrowed at the now empty cuff dangling from her right wrist.

“How’d you do that?” Tim asked, pointing at the cuff with the key he still held in his hand.

“A girl’s gotta’ have some secrets.”

Tim gave a nod of his head and reached forward to unlock the remaining cuff. “Understandable. I mean, I have seen you naked already, and we haven’t even been on a proper date.”

A laugh escaped Elenora’s lips. “You tellin’ me, Marshal, that this is your idea of an improper date, then?”

“I don’t normally get the phone numbers of my perps before arrestin’ them, although maybe that’s how your daddy does it. I’m guessin’ he was also a Marshal, and that’s why you’re stayin’ with Art?”

“Still is. Daddy doesn’t make many friends. Felt it was safest for me to head out this way. Uncle Art was nice enough to offer me a room and protection. His ex-wife lives out here too. We get along well enough, but not enough for me to be spendin’ any time in that home.”

“That meaning she aint your momma?”

“No, that woman died when I was eight, and the state contradicted the bullshit I’d been told of my father. And guess what? He was, in fact, alive and well. Didn’t even know I existed.”

Tim’s face scrunched up and his shoulders gave a shrug. “Ouch, well, at least he wasn’t an ass.”

“See, that’s how I know you’ve never met him. I love him, but he’s the biggest ass I know.”

Elenora noticed Tim’s eyes narrow, and he leaned slightly to the side as he watched something from behind her. “Time to go, unless getting caught in this ruse won’t lose you this amazing apartment?”

“Nope, let’s go Marshal,” Said Elenora as she quickly situated herself in the seat and threw on her seat belt.

Tim quickly backed up the SUV and pulled out of the stall, heading down the road with no destination in sight. “Technically, it’s Deputy, but you know I’m not actually arresting you. There is no need for the formality.”

“Maybe I like it. Maybe it’s the gin talkin’, but callin’ you, Marshal, means I’m less likely to be thinking any impure thoughts about you and this improper date.”

Tim’s wrist rested on the top of the steering wheel and his other laid on his thigh, his thumb drumming against his leg. Elenora figured it was a nervous tick or an unconscious way to keep his hands busy. Lots of Marshals had military backgrounds and the way he called her ma’am made her believe he might be one of them.

He remained silent for several seconds until the hand on his leg jumped up and gripped the wheel. Turning it with a sharp pull, Tim brought the vehicle into the parking lot of a dimly lit park and brought it to a stop in one of the parking stalls. He pushed up on the shifter, putting the SUV into park before turning to look at her with a starved look. Like she was water in the desert and he had been stranded for weeks.

“Ma’am, I’m not one to touch someone without their consent unless I’m working, so I need you to tell me you are okay with me kissing you right now. If not, I’ll drive you to wherever you wanna go and we can go abo...” Tim did not get to finish the thought. Elenora had unbuckled herself so fast she wasn’t even sure she had done it till she was already sitting astride Tim, her face an inch from his.

“I’m gonna keep callin’ you Marshal, if you keep callin’ me, ma’am.”

“Understood.” Replied Tim, who then brought his hands up to hover just above her hips.

A giggle left Elenora, and she put her hands to Tim’s chest. “While I, and the women of the world, appreciate your views on consent, I’m sitting on your lap, Tim. You have my permission to touch me.”

With that, his hands clasped down on her hips, and his lips were on hers. His hands pulled at her tucked in tank top till he could get his hands on the skin of her back, where he let them rest as he continued to kiss her. Elenora was seeing stars. The kiss was intense. It felt as though she was the only thing he had ever wanted to kiss. Her body shivered as his thumbs rubbed at the skin on her side, just ghosting towards her stomach. Her hands, on the other hand, had moved up his chest, one now rested on the side of his neck while the other sprawled into his hair.

Elenora could taste the whiskey on his lips, and she felt Tim pull on her, sliding her further into his lap, and to where she could feel him hardening underneath her.

They pulled apart from each other slightly when finally they were so out of breath they could not continue. Elenora dipped her head and bring her lips to his neck where she peppered kisses up towards his ear, and in response she felt a hand slide up her back, coming to rest once his fingers had poised themselves at the clasp of her bra. When her teeth reached his earlobe and she bit down, Tim let out a long groan. “Not to sound too desperate here, but it’s been a while,” Tim began in a whisper. “So if you are gonna keep kissing me there, this might be over real fa... shit.”

“What?” Asked Elenora as she pulled back and looked down at Tim.

“Never thought I wish to be a teenager again, storing condoms in my glove-box.”

“I have an IUD, so we are safe, as long as you are clean...”

“Have to be having sex to get anything...”

“Well then, Marshal, looks like we’re all set.” Elenora rocked her hips into Tim’s and then brought her lips back down to his.

A knock sounded on the glass, and both Elenora and Tim jumped apart in unison. Both turned to see a man dressed in a black police jacket and the butt of a flashlight resting on the window. Extracting his hands, Tim rolled down the window and flinched as the officer spun his flashlight to shine into the SUV. “Okay love birds, this isn’t... Deputy Gutterson, is that you?”

Elenora squinted at the light till finally she had to turn her eyes away and cast them down at Tim’s chest. “Oh hey, Thompson. Yeah, we were just...”

“Not in the park, man.” Said the officer with a laugh.

“We were just leaving.” Replied Tim.

Elenora noticed the light from the flashlight disappear with a click. “You to have a good night and be safe now.”

A few moments later, Elenora felt fingers under her jaw and, after a slight pressure, bring her head back up to face the man in front of her. “Well, if that was a mood breaker, I don’t know what is.” Tim let a laugh out and Elenora followed. The giggles left her lips until Tim’s lips captured hers once more, his hands pushing into her hair as he increased the intensity. She let the kiss go for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Well Marshal, is this the point in the night you drive me home or do we go back to your place? Because I would really rather not be arrested for a second time tonight.”

“I didn’t really arrest you.” Whispered Tim as he pulled a hand from her hair and used his thumb to rub lightly at her the spot on her chin right below her ear.

Smirking, Elenora squirmed in Tim’s lap, and the man beneath her let out a groan. “You did put me in handcuffs.” Elenora pecked at Tim’s lips. Tim let out another groan. However, this one caused Elenora to pull away and narrow her eyes at him. “What?”

“See, I know I should take you home, the home of which my boss lives at, but all I can think about right now is how good you looked in that photo naked.”

“Well then, the next choice seems like it’s up to you.”

Chapter 2

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The Director’s Shadow

Synopsis: In a galaxy caught between silence and rebellion, Eira Mothma, a gifted student, catches the attention of Director Krennic. As curiosity and control collide, so does the tension between duty, desire, and the fate of a secret weapon.

This will be a multi-chapter slow-burn romance. I have up to chapter seven already written :)

🔹 Pairing: Director Krennic / OC (Eira Mothma) (Female) 🔹 Rating: Mature (no explicit content) 🔹 Word Count: 1552

Chapter One

(Flashback)

Chandrilan Winter, 19 BBY

The silence in the air was not natural. It was the kind that settled after something had been ripped away, something important, something living. Eira sat on the edge of a narrow chaise in Mon Mothma’s study, her fingers curled into the thick fabric of her borrowed coat, too stiff to shiver. She hadn’t spoken since the transport landed.

There was no ceremony. No funeral. Just two bodies burned in front of their home, in front of her, and now a senator with tired eyes standing in the doorway, watching the child of her friends shrink into herself like she might disappear if she stayed quiet long enough.

Mon entered the room softly, her steps soundless across the woven rug. She knelt beside Eira rather than sitting across from her. Lower, but not smaller. “They wanted you safe,” she said gently. “That was their last request, that is why you are here Eira. Do you remember me?”

Eira didn’t look at her. She stared past her, toward the frost-slick window and the spires beyond, blinking like she was trying not to be here. “They didn’t fight,” she whispered. “They just stood there...”

Mon’s heart ached at the simplicity of that sentence. “They were protecting you,” she said. “They knew they wouldn’t survive. So they made sure you would.”

A pause.

Then Mon reached out and gently took one of Eira’s small hands, fingers red from cold and clenched tight. Mon didn’t uncurl them. She didn’t press. But she made sure the girl could feel her warmth.

“Listen to me, Eira,” she said quietly. “There are people, dangerous people, who believe that your parents were traitors. Who believe that what they stood for… what they died for… makes you dangerous too.”

Eira’s mouth twisted slightly. “I’m not dangerous.”

“No,” Mon said. “You’re just young. But that won’t matter to them. You carry your parents' memory. Their blood. Their choices.”

Eira blinked again, and this time her lip trembled, not with sadness, but with fear.

“You’ll stay here with me,” Mon continued. “You’ll attend the best schools. Wear fine things. Learn to be quiet, and charming, and invisible in all the right ways. People will respect you enough because of my name. They’ll see you smiling, soft-spoken, harmless.”

She paused.

“But inside, you’ll know who you are.”

Eira finally looked at her. “What if I don’t?”

Mon offered a faint smile, sad, proud, knowing. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together. But for now… blend in. Obey. Watch everything. And say nothing you don’t have to.”

Eira nodded, slowly.

And in that moment, the child became something else. Not quite a ghost. Not quite a girl. But a weapon buried in silk and shadow, waiting for the world to forget she was ever sharp.

Now, 5 BBY

Imperial Center of Applied Sciences – Lecture Hall B23

The room smelled like metal and recycled air, like too many bodies thinking too hard and not hard enough. Eira sat in the third row, center, her posture straight and hands folded carefully on her lap, as she glanced down at the inactive data pad on the desk.

Professor Valein strode into the amphitheater with the smug confidence of a man who believed the air itself should part for him. He didn’t glance at the students, he expected silence, and silence obeyed.

“We’re trying something different this week,” he said, eyes scanning the rows. “A challenge problem. Voluntary, but I recommend you take it seriously.”

His tone was calm, but too neutral. Not his usual clipped sarcasm. Something in the room shifted, like pressure rising before a storm. A quiet pulse of expectation.

“The scenario is theoretical, naturally,” he added, as if that excused anything. “You’ll find it complex. Perhaps even unsolvable. But I encourage you to try. The solution, if found, may… potentially lead to advancement opportunities, in the program.”

That earned a few raised eyebrows. Valein didn’t offer opportunities. He offered grades, and consequences.

Eira glanced down at her screen, and it suddenly lit up. The equation was already there, loaded under the title Simulation Theta: High Output Pulse Synchronization Model. It was a mess of unstable energy flow projections and control loop failures. A paradox pretending to be a problem.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

This isn’t an exercise.

A low hum filled the room, data pads flicking to life, styluses beginning a steady tapping. But she didn’t move. Her back straightened a hair more. Her fingers flexed, then stilled.

And she felt it.

That itch between her shoulder blades. The phantom sense of eyes on her skin. She’d lived too many years in the shadow of Mon Mothma’s caution to ignore it.

Slowly, she tilted her head and let her gaze lift, not sharply, not obviously, just enough to look past the flickering wall display to the upper gallery windows.

The glass was blackened, reflective. Standard for observation decks.

But she knew someone was behind it.

Watching.

Waiting.

And for the first time since she arrived at the Institute, she felt like prey.

Her thumb began to curl instinctively, pressing her nail against her palm, but she stopped it halfway as she looked back down at the equation.

Her mind already on the solution.

Behind the reflective glass of the observation deck, Director Orson Krennic stood with his arms crossed, gaze fixed on the rows of students below. The amphitheater hummed with nervous energy, young minds squinting at complex problems they couldn’t fully grasp. A few had already started tapping equations into their pads, eager to prove themselves.

But one figure didn’t move.

“She hasn’t even touched the console,” Galen muttered, stepping forward to get a better look. “Third row. Center.”

Orson followed his line of sight. There was a girl, still as a statue, eyes lowered, hands motionless under the desk. Not frozen. Just… measured. A stillness that wasn’t hesitation, but assessment.

“Who is that?” Galen asked, curiosity edging into his voice.

One of the Imperial administrators, some pale, sharp-nosed man in an ill-fitting uniform, stepped up, already scrolling through a datapad. “Mothma, Eira. Third-year student. Admitted under special Core World appointment. Program: Advanced Energy Systems and Quantum Dynamics.”

Orson’s head tilted slightly. “Mothma?”

“Yes, sir. Legally adopted by Senator Mon Mothma approximately fourteen standard years ago. Her biological parents were educators on Ralltiir, publicly neutral, but there are classified records indicating sympathies with Jedi fugitives after Order 66. Both were killed during an Imperial sanctioned raid on their home. The Senator took the girl in shortly afterward.”

Orson said nothing.

The administrator continued, oblivious. “Academically, she’s ahead of pace, scored in the 98th percentile in predictive modeling and systems failure analysis. Quiet record. No behavioral flags have ever been noted.”

At that, Orson gave a soft, humorless huff through his nose. Not quite a laugh. More a sound of disbelief.

“Of course there aren’t,” he said, voice cool.

He didn’t elaborate, but his gaze lingered on the girl in the third row, still silent, still calculating, still far too composed for someone her age. His arms folded tighter across his chest.

To the others, it might have sounded like a compliment. But those who knew Orson well enough, like Galen could hear it for what it was: suspicion dressed in civility.

“She’s smart,” Galen added, frowning. “Too smart to be that still. She’s not stuck, she’s already working the problem. In her head.”

Orson’s gaze narrowed, watching the girl who didn’t fidget, didn’t twitch, didn’t even blink with the same rhythm as the others.

He didn’t like quiet minds. They were always the most dangerous.

Galen didn’t take his eyes off the girl. “She’s almost done.”

Orson’s brow arched. “That fast?”

“She’s running it all in her head.” Galen stepped forward slightly, his voice low, “and I think she’s already solved it.”

Below, Eira finally reached for her data pad.

No fanfare. No hesitation.

Her fingers moved with quiet precision, inputting variables, adjusting parameters. The screen shifted rapidly, lines of theoretical code falling into place like it had been rehearsed, but it hadn’t. It was natural. Efficient. The solution unfolded across the display like she was merely transcribing something already fully formed in her mind.

She paused once, just long enough to recheck a sequence, then made a single correction and tapped the submit icon. Then placing the data pad back down before anyone else, had truly seemed to even start.

“Flag her,” Orson said, eyes still fixed on the glass.

The administrator hesitated. “Sir?”

“Her result. Isolate it. I want it pulled and sent to Galen immediately. No circulation. No academic credits. No mention of it to the others. This stays quiet.”

“Yes, Director.”

“That equation,” Galen said, his voice low, almost grudging, “took us five years to untangle after our initial missteps. She solved it in minutes.”

“Or perhaps she already knew the answer,” Orson replied coolly. “Those calculations are ancient history. It wouldn’t be the first time something leaked from the initial project. We’ve had infiltrators before.” He paused, his eyes fixed on the girl. “I intend to find out what else she knows.”

He watched as Eira returned to stillness, hands folded in her lap once more composed, indifferent, as if the entire exchange had meant nothing.

As if his life's work meant nothing.

Next Chapter Coming...

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