Don't own… still

I've been going through my story folders and I have come across a few fanfic ideas, so I figured I might as well share them with you. Please enjoy.

Ezra had been hoping to avoid this little confrontation with his team-mates, and by teammates he meant Chris, Buck, Josiah and JD, Vin was sitting in the background, hat tipped over his eyes, though he could practically feel the anger radiating off him. The only one not present was Nathan. Of course the confrontation wasn't so much a confrontation as it was Chris yelling at him over the admittedly stupid stunt he had pulled earlier that day.

He drowned most of it out, as he normally did Chris's angry rants. It wasn't even as if he had deliberately set out to pout himself or the others in danger, he had just seen an opportunity and went for it, he hadn't even gotten injured, nor had anyone else, well, not really injured, a few bruises on his back where he had fallen, a small scrape along his left arm, the others were even less injured as far as he knew. So he tuned out Chris' rant, because he knew he would need all his energy later to deal with--

"Ezra Peter Standish!"

Oh crap, he was in trouble now, especially if he had decided to berate him publically for once. He grimaced and turned from Chris to look at Nathan, who now stood in the door way to the saloon. The patrons had cleared out long time ago, and wouldn't back until after the shouting died down, it didn't happen often, which was probably the only reason Inez had yet to throw them out.

"Yes Nathan?" he asked, trying to sound as unruffled as he could, though inside he was cringing.

"Of all the goddamned irresponsible things to do!"

"Nate, ole Chris is taking care of this, jest sit back an' wait yer turn." Buck said, his face almost jesting but serious, he was just as unhappy as the others.

"Really, gentlemen, surely you're blowing this completely out of proportion, after all, the enemy was defeated and no one was injured." Ezra tried to diffuse the situation.

"No Buck, I'm going to goddamn deal with him this time, Chris, back off now, he's not listening to you anyway!" Nathan snapped, and Ezra dared hope he had been momentarily forgotten, but Nathan's dark eyes focused on him angrily and he knew he luck had failed him. "And you… dammit Ezra, you know better than to be putting your life on the line like that, what am I suppose to tell Maude next time she rolls through? 'Sorry ma, but he pulled another of his crazy fool stunts and got himself kilt this time'?" Nathan looked at him long and d hard. "Well?" he demanded when Ezra didn't speak.

"Well, maybe if you don't phrase it quite in that manner... And really Nathan, she'll hardly--"

"One more word and I swear I'm gonna break my promise to ma daddy and smack you one."

"oh, and that's a perfectly civilised way to deal with this situation, what exactly is smacking me going to achieve other than give me an extra bruise on my head?" he asked indignantly.

"Don't pull this crap with me Ezra; I'm not in the mood. What on earth were you th8inking?" Nathan asked it in that tone that held just the right hint of hurt, irritation and pure exasperated confusion, and worry, and Ezra knew he had to answer honestly, no matter how much he had hoped to avoid it.

Ezra warred with himself, aware that they were still in front of the others, and feeling a little self conscious. He really wished Nathan had waited until they were in private. "." he muttered.

"Ezra!" Nathan shut his eyes in annoyance now.

"There was a man with a gun pointed at your head! Ok? Happy?" Ezra said, trying to sound clipped, but knowing he had somehow slipped into the tone he typically ended up using when Nathan dragged these things out of him, sort of lost and hating himself for it.

"Oh Ezra." Nathan sighed; he was silent and studied him for a long moment before sighing again. "Come on; let's get that scratch cleaned out before I end up having to amputate your arm."

Ezra protested, as he would normally, but allowed Nathan to usher him out of the saloon, leaving the rest of the seven behind with some very confused expressions. But Ezra refused to thin k on that at the moment, and he definitely refused to think of all the explaining that needed to be done. When they were alone he looked at Nathan and blew out a sigh.

"You're explaining this one big brother."

I think I was on a bit of a Ezra, Nathan kick when I wrote this… but really, I think they would make great brothers. I know technically Ezra is older than Nathan, but I much prefer Nathan being the elder one. Please review of you enjoyed.