So I know this took forever and I don't even know if anyone will still care, but here's the final outtake for Two Weeks.

Thanks to my pre-reader JaspersBella who is an awesome chick. If you haven't read The South Shall Rise Again you need too. It's crazy good.

Also a big thanks to Vegatenshi who is always there when I need a sounding board. If you haven't read her story Control you are completely missing out. It's Jasper/OC (Sage), but it's still one of the best Jasper stories I've read.

Now without further ado here are Charlie and Billy getting their first tattoos. Oh and if you've forgotten Billy's is a goldfish and not what he tells Charlie. :)

And yeah I still don't own anything.

-x-

Charlie

"Nothing," I spat as I pulled my empty line from the hole.

A deep chuckle sounded and I turned narrowed eyes on my best friend, Billy, who was pulling his own line with fish attached, from the same hole.

"I will drown you old man."

"Yeah yeah. You say that every time and I'm still breathing." He said with another chuckle as he released his fish back into the water. "Face it, Charlie, I'm just a fishing god."

"You're something all right, but a god is not what I would go with."

He waved me off as he set his pole against the wall of the little shack we were in.

I did the same with mine and said, "Lets head out. I'm hungry."

Billy nodded his head in agreement and I stood from the little stool I was perched on. I quickly packed up our tackle boxes and grabbed the fishing poles before taking them out to the truck.

Coming back in I checked the small stove that kept the shack warm before grabbing the handles of Billy's chair and wheeling him out into the cold air.

Once I had him settled into his seat I let the main shack know we'd vacated ours and found my way into my own seat. It took a few tries before the engine turned over, but it had been sitting in the cold Alaskan climate all day, so it wasn't a surprise.

When it finally started I maneuvered us out to the road and toward downtown Anchorage. I found a bar not too far from our hotel just a few minutes later and pulled into the lot, cutting the engine.

Stepping out of the truck I grabbed Billy's chair from the back and helped him into it before pushing him over to the front door. As I held it open he wheeled himself inside and I let the door slam behind us.

Four hours later, with a full belly and a head fogged with beer, I was trying to hold the door open as Billy ran over my toes.

"Watch it old man." I said, jerking my foot back.

"Me? Keep your big feet out of the way." He shot back.

I narrowed my eyes and maybe pushed him a little too hard out the door. He caught himself before he went tumbling off the curb and shot me a glare over his shoulder.

I grinned lazily as I shrugged a shoulder and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. As I lit one I offered the pack to Billy who took one immediately.

"You know Bella will kill you if she knew you smoked."

"Yes, that's why she'll never know."

"How's she doing by the way?" He asked as I started pushing him along the sidewalk. There was no way I could drive even the short distance to the hotel.

"Good, although her hand still hurts sometimes."

He chuckled as he shook his head. "I wish Jacob's face did. Maybe then that idiot boy of mind would remember to look for the signs before he tried to kiss a girl who didn't want it."

"He'll learn one day."

"Yeah I doubt...where the fuck are you going?"

I glanced up and took a look around, realizing for the first time I'd gone in the wrong direction; our hotel was about three blocks the other way.

"Well hell," I said turning Billy's chair only to slam him into a wall.

"Fuck, Charlie, just because I can't feel my legs doesn't mean I like being pushed into things."

He grumbled a few more incoherent words and I said, "Oh cry me a river you big damn baby. As you said you didn't feel anything."

He grumbled some more and I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore him as I looked at what was around us.

My eyes fell on a little shop another block down and across the street. I turned the wheelchair again, making sure to brush his legs against the wall one more time.

"Fucker." He growled.

"Crybaby."

I walked us to the corner and as I crossed the street he asked, "Where the hell are we going?"

I pointed toward the building I was aiming for.

"What the hell are we going to do in there?"

"What the fuck do think we're going to do? Knit a sweater." He flicked me off. "Fine, I'm getting a tattoo. You can sit there and look like the crotchety old man you are for all I give a damn."

He didn't say anything else as I moved around the chair and pulled the door open. After a brief pause, he rolled his ass inside, running over my toes again.

I kicked the back of his chair, causing him laugh as a tatted up guy came around the corner.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I want to get a tattoo."

"You know what you want?"

I thought for a minute and then said while pointing over my heart, "Yep. Sheriff's badge right here."

He lifted an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I'm police chief in Washington. It's only fitting."

"All right. Let me draw something up. Fill this out." He said handing over a clipboard.

As I was taking it Billy piped up, "I want one too."

"Okay, I'll have someone come find out what you want. You need to fill one of these out too."

I leaned against the counter and quickly filled in blanks, signing where I needed to and ignoring the guy who'd come out for Billy. Once finished I only had to wait minutes before the first guy came back, motioning me to follow him.

He led me into a side room and had me sit in chair.

"You'll need to take your shirt off for me to do this." He said.

I nodded and unbuttoned my flannel, shrugging it off my shoulders. I leaned my head back while the guy shaved my chest and positioned the outline.

"Here take a look."

I took the mirror held out toward me and glanced down at the badge.

"Looks good." I said nodding.

"All right." He took the mirror back and set to work on getting everything he needed. I watched until he turned the gun on and touched it to my skin, regretting my decision almost immediately.

I closed my eyes then, mainly so he couldn't see the pain I was feeling because fuck did that shit hurt.

After what seemed like forfuckingever the bastard was done and held out the mirror again. I, honestly, couldn't give a shit about how it looked now. I was just glad the pain had stopped.

I grunted an affirmative about it and waited while he put some cream and plastic over it. I did listen more intently about how to take care of it, since I didn't want the damn thing to get infected.

When he was done we went out to the front where I paid. Billy was still having his done so I went out for a smoke while I waited. After three cigarettes he was finally wheeling himself through the door.

"What did you get?" I asked as I started pushing him toward the hotel.

"Oh...ummm...a wolf's head. You know for the tribe and yeah..." He trailed off and I figured it was because he was remembering the pain.

As we drew alongside the bar I asked, "You want to get another beer?"

"Yeah that sounds good."

Two hours later I was barely able to push Billy in a straight line, having downed about seven beers instead of one. Billy wasn't much better as he sat slumped over in his chair, laughing each time I stumbled.

"Shut the fuck up old man or I'll leave you here on the street. Pretty sure your ass would freeze in an hour or two."

"Whatever you asshole. I'm not the one who can't seem to walk a straight line."
"If you want to get technical you actually can't at any time."

"Asshole."

"Dick."

"Fuck you Charlie."

"Right back at you Billy."

"Let me see your tattoo."

It didn't feel the cold as I stopped and lifted my shirt, pulling the plastic off from the top of it. He cocked his head to the side, but I don't think his eyes ever focused on me. Pretty sure about it actually since when he did the same with his upper arm all I saw was a blur.

"Cool." I muttered and resumed my position behind his chair.

As we got to the front of the hotel Billy said, "Hey Charlie."

"Yeah."

"Let's not talk about what we got tonight again. Don't want Jacob getting any ideas."

"Got it."

He nodded his head once and I pushed him the rest of the way up to our room, telling myself the entire way I was never getting another tattoo ever.

-X-

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