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Summary: When a midnight break in turns into an impromtu family reunion two sisters will have to stick through thick and thin to build the family they've always wanted. But they have to outsmart the Mafia and dodge old childhood nemeses to get what they want.

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Movies > BoundTorresFR13107,2990113,74814 Sep 093 Aug 10No

I almost killed you...

Disclaimer: The Wachoski Brothers own Bound. And Joss Whedon owns Buffy. I’m not making any money from this project, just having a bit of fun.

A/n: Hoping no one did a BtVS/Bound X-Over yet. If they did I can upload this as a regular Misc. crossover. Don’t know if this is going anywhere. Is Bound mainstream enough? I really wanted to enter a challenge. Still working on my other two stories but this seemed like a good beginning for a challenge. Nothing too graphic.

I hope it meets all the requirements. If not I can save it for a bit later.




The distinctive crack of the kitchen door disrupted the calm of the house. It floated through the rooms, passed plastic covered sofas, and bowling trophies rusting on the mantle into the master bedroom; sweeping into the ear of the woman near the window. She eased her gun out from beneath her pillow.

Tightening her grip on the handle she snuck into the dark hall. Mafioso? They found her and Violet. What was she thinking, you never stay in one place when you’re on the run. And now look at them. Ma, never locked that damn door, she kept the garage fridge in front of it. She figured the family was more likely to get robbed of the beer in the garage than the fifty cents in the cookie jar. And now the fridge was going to get Corky and Violet killed.

A light flicked on in the kitchen. Two voices whispered quickly to each other.

“I told you those peppers were hella hot B.”

It’s a Woman? Mafia hiring chicks to come after them. Made sense, she would have never had seen it coming. Corky eased down the hall, her bare feet catching the rug. She kicked it away. Reaching the wall just before the entry into the kitchen her toe caught a second time and she tumbled hard.

“What was that?” Another voice, just as female as the first, called out.

A pause. “Pipes?”

“Do you hear breathing?”

“You know what B? I do.”

Pulling back the hammer on her gun Corky jumped into the doorway and let out two shots.

A rush of air blew passed her and before she realized what happened she was slammed to the floor; Jimmy Choos threatening to crush her voice box. Pulling at the heel, she found herself starring up into the coldest glare she’d ever seen. It sent chills down her spine.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Violet came into the scene, her automatic trained on the blonde holding Corky captive. “Who in the hell are you?”

“Damn, girlie.” The second woman popped into view. “Don’t cha know guns are dangerous?”

“Not as dangerous as I’m going to be if you don’t tell blondie to calm down.” Violet rasped.

Corky stopped squirming, the pressure easing off of her neck. Felt like she just got tackled by a stampeding rhino. Pushing up she snatched the pistol from the floor beside her.

Jimmy Choo crossed back to her companion.

Corky pointed her gun at the taller of the two. “You, Pipes, say something.”

Jimmy Choo took a step forward but Pipes waved her down. “I got this Buffy.”


Pipes smirked before she folded her arms across her chest. She leaned back on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

No time for this. Corky pointed the gun again. “Humor me.”

“Screw you. You greasy haired, dirty tank top wearing, gangsta wannabe.” Pipes charged forward and stood right in Corky’s space.

No way. Corky felt her hand drop to her side. A smile teased the corners of her mouth.

“What the hell is so funny?”

Corky leaned forward and stared into brown eyes. Shaking her head she let out a shout. Putting the safety back on her gun she dropped the thing on a counter nearby. She traced her steps back and studied those brown eyes again. “You evil little bastard.”

Pipes stepped back. Her eyes narrowing as she took up the pose that Corky had just left.

“Faith…it’s Corky.” Corky held out her arms and was greeted by a bone crushing hug.

“Sissy?” Faith stood back, with Corky at arms length. They took each other in. “It is you. When you get out?”

Corky gave her little sister a push. “Probably around the same time you went in.”

“I ain't a criminal Corky.” Faith pulled away from her sister and turned toward the very confused Violet and Buffy.

Corky slid a hand through her hair. “…It was a joke.”

Faith spun around and pointed at her sister. “Just jerking you. It's 5 by 5 Joe.”

“Roger.” Corky pulled her sister into another hug. They stayed there for awhile. “Man, I almost killed you...”
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