I have started the habit of writing drabbles and short oneshots. This is where you will find them, eventually. They might or might not be connected to each other(most probably not). Thank you for clicking and I hope you stay to read.

This particular oneshot has a special place in my heart because of the prompt. This is said prompt (by damianodefense at tumblr): how about that one time myka and hg went for a walk in the south dakota wilderness and they stumbled across an aggressive bison so myka went all caveman intimidation on the poor beast to protect her woman.

It is just a walk. An awkward one. H.G. isn't helping either. She is quiet for the first time.

Myka keeps shooting questions at her and she answers each with a brief sentence. One.

Then Myka rambles, revealing details about her childhood, her family, and stumbling at insecurities she has been long past.

H.G. nods her understanding with a smile.

"Are you bored?" Myka eventually asks.

"What?" H.G.'s eyebrows crinkle. "No. What makes you think that?"

"It just feels like a one-sided conversation."

"Darling," Myka's chest flutters. H.G. calls everyone that but somehow, it always feels like a minor earthquake when she does it to Myka. Or maybe it's her knees weakening. "I am simply enjoying you. I find my own voice an unwanted distraction."

Myka trips over a stray root, and H.G. grabs her arm to steady her before she falls on her face.

"Oh yes, my embarassment is very enjoyable," Myka says as she recovers.

H.G. chuckles. "It is quite charming, I must say."

Myka blushes, ready to say the next stupid thing when she notices something moving out of the corner of her eye.

From the way the smirk falters from H.G.'s lips, Myka gathers that she has noticed it too.

It's huge.

And she knows that when faced with a creature that is way bigger than you, you should never take your eyes of it. So she turns, and finds a bison staring at them curiously, or cautiously.

She immediately pulls H.G. close to look more imposing.

It doesn't seem to work. The bison starts approaching them.

They both back away slowly.

"Don't make eye contact," Myka whispers. They take another careful step backwards.

But the bison keeps moving closer.

Then she remembers something about making loud noises but she isn't sure if that is for a bison.

When the bison takes another step towards them, Myka decides there is no time to think about it any longer.

She starts shouting and then adds jumping to the mix to make herself seem bigger.

"I don't—" she hears H.G. say between her nonsensical yelling. "—work!" is the end of that sentence.

She's right. The bison is only coming at them faster.

Myka sees a rock the size of Pete's forehead and quickly dives for it. She throws it next to the bison.

The bison finally stops.

It's working.

She picks up two more rocks and throws one. But this time, the bison reacts by stomping its feet.

When it raises its tail, Myka should have taken it as a sure sign not to throw another rock at it. But her brain seems to have failed to deliver that message to her arm, because the next thing she knows, her arm is extended and she feels her fingers grasping air.

That did it.

The bison charges at them with speed that is unfitting for an animal that huge.

She panics and starts to turn around, but then remembers that that is probably going to make them look more like a prey.

But they should run. They should really run.

But her feet won't move.

But somehow, they're able to lift themselves off the ground at the same time.

That is when she realizes that H.G. has her arm around her hips, and the familiar swishing sound of H.G.'s grappler accompanies their flight past various tree branches.

Myka manages to stay silent for all of five seconds before stuttering a messy apology.

H.G. waits until she finishes before telling her, "I assure you I am not at all bored."

When they go back to the inn and H.G. tells the story to the others, Pete asks Myka, "Are you sure it wasn't a bear? Because it sounds a lot like you think it's a bear."

She can barely look at H.G. as everyone laughs at her.

But then H.G. leans to her ear and whispers, "I'd never thought I would say this, but your neanderthal reaction to the bison really…how do you say it in modern terms, ah yes, turned me on."