Posse Comitatus | Miles, Bass, Jeremy | Deputy | PG
"Miles, it's a terrible idea," Jeremy said for the twelfth time, hoping this time he could get through to him.
"No, it's not; I came up with it, therefore it's an awesome idea," Miles smirked.
"Your ego knows no bounds," Bass drawled, rolling his eyes.
"Bass-"
"Sorry, Jeremy, I'm with Miles on this one," Bass stood next to Miles in the tent they were using as a makeshift office. Jeremy continued to pace in front of them.
"Did you forget about how you found me? Those guys would have killed me if you two hadn't showed up to save my ass. I'm not a fighter, I'm not a soldier like you two."
"So we'll make you one," Miles shrugged.
"We can train you," Bass said. "Don't you want to know how to defend yourself, so something like that never happens again?"
"I don't want to fight, I don't want to kill anyone," Jeremy argued.
"You think we wanted any of this?" Miles asked. "We didn't expect to take in stray after stray until we had our own little community. We didn't ask for this Blackout, didn't ask for the world to get turned upside down and go back to the Dark Ages."
"We've got people we need to look after," Bass reasoned with him. "Women, kids, elderly, people who can't protect themselves. Out there it's every man for himself and Miles and I are good, but there are gangs out there and we can't fight them all off. We need people we can trust by our side."
"We need you, Jeremy," Miles said intently. "You, Kip, a couple of others we trust."
"It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice," Jeremy grumbled, finally standing still, his shoulders slumped.
"Posse Comitatus," Miles grinned. "We're deputizing you, buddy."
"Great," Jeremy grimaced. "Do I at least get a badge?"
"You'll get a rank," Bass offered. "And when we find material and someone who can really sew, you can have a nice, shiny uniform."
"Do I get my own office?"
"Jeremy-," Miles warned.
"Oooh, can I design the uniform? And I can help pick out our name and make up a slogan-"
"Can I get to be the one to train him?" Miles asked Bass, rubbing his temples.
"Knock yourself out," Bass clapped him on the back. "Actually, feel free to knock him out, might shut him up for a bit."
"Oh, I doubt that," Miles said sardonically, as Jeremy kept droning on. "But you know what they say, teaching is its own reward."
"Miles, it's a terrible idea," Jeremy said for the twelfth time, hoping this time he could get through to him.
"No, it's not; I came up with it, therefore it's an awesome idea," Miles smirked.
"Your ego knows no bounds," Bass drawled, rolling his eyes.
"Bass-"
"Sorry, Jeremy, I'm with Miles on this one," Bass stood next to Miles in the tent they were using as a makeshift office. Jeremy continued to pace in front of them.
"Did you forget about how you found me? Those guys would have killed me if you two hadn't showed up to save my ass. I'm not a fighter, I'm not a soldier like you two."
"So we'll make you one," Miles shrugged.
"We can train you," Bass said. "Don't you want to know how to defend yourself, so something like that never happens again?"
"I don't want to fight, I don't want to kill anyone," Jeremy argued.
"You think we wanted any of this?" Miles asked. "We didn't expect to take in stray after stray until we had our own little community. We didn't ask for this Blackout, didn't ask for the world to get turned upside down and go back to the Dark Ages."
"We've got people we need to look after," Bass reasoned with him. "Women, kids, elderly, people who can't protect themselves. Out there it's every man for himself and Miles and I are good, but there are gangs out there and we can't fight them all off. We need people we can trust by our side."
"We need you, Jeremy," Miles said intently. "You, Kip, a couple of others we trust."
"It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice," Jeremy grumbled, finally standing still, his shoulders slumped.
"Posse Comitatus," Miles grinned. "We're deputizing you, buddy."
"Great," Jeremy grimaced. "Do I at least get a badge?"
"You'll get a rank," Bass offered. "And when we find material and someone who can really sew, you can have a nice, shiny uniform."
"Do I get my own office?"
"Jeremy-," Miles warned.
"Oooh, can I design the uniform? And I can help pick out our name and make up a slogan-"
"Can I get to be the one to train him?" Miles asked Bass, rubbing his temples.
"Knock yourself out," Bass clapped him on the back. "Actually, feel free to knock him out, might shut him up for a bit."
"Oh, I doubt that," Miles said sardonically, as Jeremy kept droning on. "But you know what they say, teaching is its own reward."
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EDIT: I'm starting to feel we should have a Jeremy day or something.
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