"I know I am" she grinned "that's why you love me!" Then she sat up, jumping to the ground "let's go for a walk in the park! Please! Just a quick stroll! There's one down the road! We can walk there and back" she bounced up and down. "Please please please!"

Ryker had squeezed his eyes shut and was counting to see how long Abby would stay still. He got to 1.1 seconds. He groaned a little as she bounced up, but as the amazing husband he was.. he stood up slowly. "Ooookaaaayyyy I will stop trying to hurt my eardrums." He snorted, opening the door. "Loud slightly annoying ladies first." Ryker teased with a grin.

"Yay!" She bounded through the door. "Thank you" she gave a beautiful curtsy then grabbed his hand and skipped to the driveway. "You. Are. AMAZING! Look at the moon!" She pointed up at the sky with a smile

Ryker slowly followed her, though he hurried up a little as to not fall flat on his face as he was being dragged along. "Wellll thankssss and the moon is beautiful." He smiled, his voice holding amusement, like a lot of the times he was around Abby. "This is gonna end up being my catch line... Just like you." He grinned.

Abby turned, kissed him real quick, then ran ahead to the road. She stared up at the sky, not even paying attention to her surroundings. She heard a crack to the side of her just as a figure jumped out and grabbed her. She screamed, trying to kick the guy but he grabbed her flailing legs and started dragging her into the brush. "RYKER!" She scratched at the ground in an effort to find something to hold onto

Ryker could only be thankful she hadn't been holding into his hand when she took off like an F-16. As she disappeared around the bend he got a tiny bit wary. He felt like someone was watching him. Then there was a high pitched shriek, and he bolted up the road in time to see her dragged into the brush. If there had been a tree there he would have looked like Wile E. Coyote in the cartoons- squished- because he dove practically headfirst into the foliage. In the shadows he made out at least one waaaay to big guy- holy crapiolois that thing looked more like a gorilla than a guy- dragging a scrambling Abby away. He was thinking about all the horrible things he wanted to yell at that man right now, but maybe he'd get Abby earplugs first. The guy hadn't seen him, miraculously, too focused on Abby, so he slipped into the brush and started coming up behind the man when he felt cold steel against his forehead. "Awww naww .." He froze. Another man. With a gun. That could blow what little brains he had left out. Okay. Operation confuse them till he could rip their brains out the noses was a go. "Oh my gosh I can't believe the is HAPPENING! I've ALWAYS wanted to be held at gunpoint MANNNNN you're now like my biggest fan! Do you even KNOW how many old western shows I've watched?! It's like POW POW KABOOM BAD GUY DIES GOOD GUY ALWAYS WINS." He yelled loudly, trying to sound excited, then flipped around and grabbed the gun in one swift motion while the guy was distracted. "Good guy ALWAYS wins." He hissed, smacking a nerve in the side of the guy's neck that sent him crumbling to the ground silently. The other man, lured by the voice, had dragged Abby forward, so Ryker hid on the bushes till the last second and rammed into the guy as hard as he could. The man lost hold of Abby real quick. "Go back now! Do NOT TURN AROUND!" He ordered quickly as he dodged a punch that looked like if it hit him it might've sent his skull, without everything else, flying backwards. Awww roasted rattlesnakes. The guy had a knife. Ryker dove away as the man took a vicious swipe at him, then hopped up and got in a couple good blows himself. He was slowly beating the other guy down. He had managed to grab the knife. He just wasn't willing to hurt them more than necessary, although he wanted to cut a hole in their chests and pull their hearts out because OBVIOUSLY they weren't using them anyway. Ryker was about to make the quick motion that would hit the nerve when a searing pain stabbed across his chest. The guy he had formerly knocked out had somehow woken up, and although discombobulated he managed to slash a dagger way too deep for Ryker's liking into Ryker's chest. Ry yelped with pain and went into quick finish and run away mode. He grabbed the fingers on the guy holding the dagger and yanked down, hearing a bunch of snaps and pops- don't make Ryker mad- as the guy screamed in pain. He then knocked that one out, better this time, and whirled around quickly, twisting the other guy's hand because his back. There was another low crack and a bellow of pain, and Ryker swiftly knocked that guy out, then stumbled back through the woods quickly to the road/driveway.

Abby tried to kick the guy when's he suddenly heard Ryker talking. She grabbed a small tree just as the man let go of her. She crawled away and watched from a distance, tears streaming from her eyes as Ryker was stabbed. She held her mouth to keep from screaming. When Ryker started moving from the woods, she followed, her legs shaking. She was barely able to stand. "Ryker!? Are you ok?" She asked, tenderly touching his shoulder with a shaky hand

Ryker turned around quickly as he saw Abby coming out of the woods BEHIND him. "Abby, you could've gotten hurt if you stayed- I told you to leave!" He sounded more frightened and concerned than anything. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Don't worry about me, it's just- a scrape." He shook his head harshly, looking her over quickly to make sure she wasn't seriously injured.

"I couldn't leave you!" She shot back "if they had seriously hurt you or- or took you or- or..." tears started streaming down her face "or killed you I wouldn't have known..." her voice trailed off as she looked down. She couldn't look at his face. She couldn't get herself to look at him at all. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. Her palms were covered in bleeding scratched from the rough dirt and sticks.

Ryker wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, although trying not to get her all bloody. "But they didn't. Don't you remember I'm an awesome bodyguard?" He said quietly, a small faint smile forming at the half hearted joke but quickly disappearing. "No one can take me from you. Or you from me. I'm right here. I'm fine. You're MOSTLY fine- those gashes on your palms look like they hurt." Worry lay thick in his voice as he gently grabbed her hands and turned them over to look at the scratches. "Let's go home. Then we can treat those."