Itís Whatís For Dinner (Sin
City/Texas Chainsaw Massacre III x-over)
Summary: Thereís always a period of adjustment when starting a new
Warnings: Uh, thatís kind of obvious, isnít it? No sex, little bit of
gore. Not betaed.
Spoilers: Slight for Elijah's portion of ĎSin Cityí
hummed happily as he picked through the leafy matter in his hand. He
closed the makeshift gate to the makeshift garden and headed back
to the little ramshackle cottage he was currently calling home.
They were currently calling home.
And that was what had put the spring in his step, the light in his eyes.
all those years of being alone, Tex had finally found someone to share
his life with. He had finally started his own 'family'.
Of course, they were still going through a slight adjustment period.
Tex banged through the screen door and into the small, yet homey
kitchen, "any cook will tell you, the secret to making a good stew is
in the herbs." He deposited his bounty by the sink and turned his
attention to the other figures in the room. His mouth dropped and his
eyes widened, then narrowed as he took in the shocking tableau.
"What in hellfire do you think you're doing, boy?!"
sat back on his haunches, a slightly guilty look on his face. He licked
his lips to try and clean up some of the blood, but it was of little
use. When Kevin was hungry, he could be a very messy eater.
ran a hand over his eyes and wondered if this was what 'Mamma' had had
to go through with Junior. He took in the despondent young man crouched
on the floor, and the unconscious young man nailed to the
Dinner must have passed out while Kevin was chewing off his fingers.
"Goddammit, boy." Tex grabbed a towel and wetted it. "Wash your face."
Kevin stood and complied.
his head, Tex strolled over to the heavy, scarred chair to inspect the
damage. "What did I tell you about doing shit like this?"
give me that. Only savages eat their food raw, Kevin. We ain't savages,
you hear? We're civilized people. Civilized people cook things before
they eat them."
Kevin nodded and tried to look chagrined.
sighed. He could tell it would take a while to get through to this one.
At least he had finally dissuaded the young one from trying to mount
any heads on the wall. It just wasn't right to look up from the sofa
and see last week's meatloaf staring down at you.
Tex couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
The boy was just so damn cute when he was pretending to be repentant.
"Enough preaching for one night, let's get this thing up on
the counter and get it stripped."
Kevin smiled, his blue eyes lighting up with approval as he hurried to
get Texís favorite apron.
got his hammer and began to pry the nails out of poor Dinner's palms.
"Now, as I was saying, the secret to making a good stew is in the
Tex had found, as he had gotten older, that he quite enjoyed having
someone to wake up to. It made the mornings a little less cold, the bed
a little less large.
Of course, as he blearly opened his eyes
and gazed upon the face lying next to him, he realized that all good
things came with a price.
"Goddammit all to hell in a handbasket." Tex sat up and rubbed his
The young mute practically skipped into the bedroom, his face alight.
looked at the joyfull expression on Kevin's face and tried to turn his
grimace into something resembling a smile. "Now, son, you know I love
it when you do nice things for me. But, if you keep this up we're gonna
run out of clean pillows."
Kevin's face crumpled.
hey, don't be like that." Tex got out of bed, took the young man into
his arms, and bestowed a kiss on his forehead. "I love the presents you
give me, honest. But, how about, from now on, you leave them on the
back porch? Near the hose. Hmmm?"
Kevin thought for a moment, then nodded.
boy." Tex watched the young man smile, then scurry off to do God knew
what. He walked around to Kevin's side of the bed and lifted the head
off the pillow. Bits of gore dripped off the stump of the neck. "Looks
like I'm doing laundry."