"Faraday..........." (Y/n) kicking the bottom of his boot as he lay, still sleeping on the floor.

"Faraday you drunk lush..........." (Y/n) kicking his boot again, which only garnered her a grunt for her efforts. She and Vasquez just shaking their heads. As Faraday hugged onto the empty bottle of whiskey in his hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"How long did you say you had known this guero, mamacita ........?"

"To damn long. And no matter what I do, I can never seem to get away from him. Even if we do go our own way for a while, he seems to turn up like a bad penny when I least expect it......or in Faraday's case, like a drunken Irish bum. Before Sam helped me get him out of that last shithole of a town, I had nearly got my ass shot off while rescuing him from two very upset, barely dressed women, and a number of men that claimed he had cheated at cards......again. I swear I don't know why I bother with him; I'm sure that he is just doing his best to get me killed." (Y/n) sighed. Shaking her head again, as Faraday suddenly smiled and hummed contentedly at what must have been a dream.

It was true, she had known Faraday for far too long. She had met him in this town, that she could no longer recall the name of, one day; and they just......well, seemed to have clicked. The two falling in together. (Y/n) having to admit that it had been nice having someone to travel with; someone to talk to. Because when he hadn't been trying to drink his own body weight in whiskey, he was a really good guy.......for a gunslinger. But what she would never admit to the outlaw by her side, was that she knew exactly why she bothered with the red head........it was because she cared for him; not just as a friend as things had started, but more. She, just like nearly every other woman that met the Irishman, not blind to how handsome and charming he could be. Yet she knew better than to say anything to him; she only able to imagine the look of horror on his face if she were to confess that she loved him. Joshua Faraday never striking her as the kind of man that liked the thought of such things. He seeming to like his life the way it was, uncomplicated, free. So, she kept it all quiet and just contented herself with being his friend.

"Well.....I will leave you to it, muchacho......."

"What do you mean.............?"

"If I remember correctly, Sam asked you to wake up the drunk; I just tagged along. Now I am going to go and find Jack and see if he needs any help. Good luck Vasq............" (Y/n) retorted, patting him on the arm, before leaving him looking down at Faraday.

"Hey......guero........." Vasquez taking his turn at kicking the red headed man.

"Hmmmmm.....I love you too, (Y/n)..........." Vasquez eyes widening as Faraday pulled his empty whiskey bottle closer and kissed it. The Mexican outlaw looking out of the saloon doors to where (Y/n) was talking to Horne. The tracker and hunter smiling down at her kindly, before offering her his arm and leading her away. A twinkle coming to Vasquez as he thought about her; it obvious that if she had put up with the Irishman for so long without throwing something at him or trying to kill him, there must be more between her and the red head than met the eye. But he wasn't going to know until he woke Faraday up.

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Faraday gasped as something cold and wet hit him. He sitting bolt upright and spitting out the liquid that was most definitely not whiskey.

He had been having such a wonderful dream; he had finally confessed his feelings to (Y/n), and instead of laughing in his face, she had kissed him......and kissed him and kissed him some more. And then they had been in a bedroom, he slowly undressing her, while she did the same to him; before they had climbed into bed and........

Another bucket of cold water making him open his eyes, and glare at whoever was ruining everything.

"Time to wake up, muchacho........" Faraday groaning as he saw the grinning Vasquez, with one empty pail in his hands and another to his side. A third full one just waiting to go.

"What did you do that for.........I was having the best dream........" The Irishman grumbled, as he pulled the soaked deck of cards from his pocket.

"Si.......we know........."

"We..............?"

"Yes......(Y/n) was just here when you confessed that you loved her in your sleep............" Faraday quickly jumping to his feet and making his way over to Vasquez.

"She.......no, no, no, she can't......."

"But you did.......if it were not for Horne needing her, she would still be here......" Faraday dropping his head into his hands, swearing that he would never drink again.

(Y/n) was not supposed to find out like this......to find out at all. She was too good for him. She had been his friend, his confidant, his travelling companion for so long. Always there when he needed someone to get him out of a scrape, to clean him up when he got hurt and stop him from getting himself killed. He always finding his way back to her, as he hated to be away from her; he finally accepting that what he felt was in fact, love.......he loved (Y/n). But he doubted that she would believe him if he told her, for she knew him......knew him better than he knew himself. Yet it was out now......she had heard his deepest held secret. She had heard him confess; and although he could just try and brush it off as it being a silly dream, why should he........? It was all true and she needed to know that.

"Where is she..........?" Faraday grabbing hold of Vasquez shirt.

"Outside with Jack............" Vasquez just rolling his eyes as the Irishman left him and ran through the doors of the saloon.

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Faraday looked around as he ran out onto the main street. His eyes finally falling on Jack and (Y/n). The big man smiling as he picked her up and sat her down in the back of a wagon. The gambler quickly making his way over to her, ignoring Jack as he stood in front of her.

"Fara..........?"

"I meant it..........."

"Meant it............?"

"That I love you.......its true, all true. You are the best thing that could happen to a man like me. And though I don't deserve you, I love you..........." Faraday explained, as he took her hand. (Y/n) just looking between him and Jack. The tracker just shrugging his shoulders.

"Faraday.......where has all this come from..........?"

"Vasquez said you were with him when I confessed that I loved you in my sleep........." The gunslinger told her. A smile coming to her lips, as she slipped off the back of the wagon and pulled Faraday into her arms.

"Yes.....yes I did. Which is good, because I love you too.........." (Y/n) crashing her lips into his, before the Irishman could say anything else. She sure that she would have to thank Vasquez for this, later.