Johnny was the first to wake up. He had dreamt of purple for years, never knowing what it meant, but it was like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle had finally clicked into place. When Brimstone had slid over a picture of a fleur-de-lis all he could think was telling Juilus how stupid it looked. And then it all came rushing back. He excused himself from the interview and locked himself in his office.

He was Lt. Johnny Gat. He put bad guys away. While his methods weren't always above board, he got results. He got great results. Better than pretty much the rest of the Stilwater PD combined. He worked with Kinsie Kensington and was training Matt Miller and as a team they were unstoppable. There was no such thing as the Saints here.

The Saints… How did he even know that name? If they never existed, why did he have so many memories of them? He remembered Julius, Dex, Troy… The Boss…
He stood up, knocking his chair over. He was going crazy. That's it. He was finally losing his mind. They said this might happen when he took the police test. Something about having "psychopathic tendencies" and "no empathy". No empathy. He performed clean kills when he had to, wasn't that sympathetic enough?

"Johnny, the Chief is pissed. Why did you leave that interview?" Kinzie rushed into their office.

"Kinzie, do you remember when I punched Satan in the face?"

"Johnny you have never-" She froze. "Wait, what?"

"You've gotta rememeber, because I'm gonna go fucking crazy if I'm the only one." Her hand made it's way up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." She looked at him, and then around the office. "You're a police officer. I'm a police officer."

"Can we skip the shock and get to finding our friends?"

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Matt was stood in the doorway, a stack of papers in his hands.

"Sit down kid. It's time to do some research." Johnny pointed at Matt's desk and sat in front of his own computer.

"Do you not pay any attention to popular culture?" Kinzie said from behind her computer.

"Fuck. That. Like I give a shit what's going on in the lives of rich, talentless people." Johnny threw himself on the office sofa.

"You should probably have a look at this though." Matt piped up from his side of the room. It had taken a while for them to get some of his memories back, but there were huge gaps. He remembered almost nothing of leaving Steelport and the time on the spaceship. He could place Johnny's face, but he didn't know why he knew him. Kinzie had promised to figure out a way to unlock his memories or something, but Johnny had a suspicion that she was just going to electrocute him a little for fun. Actually, he might get in on that too…

"I just told you that I don't give a shit about celebrity gossip."

"It's about the Boss." He jumped up.

"What about her?"

"I thought you didn't want to know about rich and talentless people?"

"Kinzie, I swear to fucking god…" She turned around the screen and there she was. She was a lot younger than the last time he had seen her, but so were the rest of them. Countless articles about her party girl ways, the fact she was the sole heir to rich family, her extensive love life including her recent ex-fiancée…

"Jesus fucking Christ." Scrolling through the articles, he felt his jaw drop. Was this what her life would have been without the Saints?

"I know." Kinzie was smirking. He had a feeling that the Boss would never live this down.

"How do we know she'll remember? Matt can barely remember anything. What if we're just flukes?"

"She'll remember. I know it."

"But-" He cut her off.

"She'll fucking remember!" He was angry now. If she didn't remember, he didn't know what he would do. The city was overrun with the gangs, and people were leaving in droves. She was the only person who managed to make it to the top and keep them as the only ones in power- not to mention that she had done it twice in this city. She used to hire him out purely to murder and destroy. Those were some great fucking times. And now he remembered, he would do anything to get them back.

"I don't even know how to get close to her." Kinzie was frantically scrolling.

"I found her house?" Matt said quietly.

"How did you find that?" Kinzie was over at his desk like a shot.

"I read a couple articles?"

"We can't just storm her house, we would definitely get arrested."

"Kinzie, we're cops. We're storming the house."

Getting to the house itself was a lot harder than he thought. This is why he left the planning and leadership to Am. He hated doing it. He preferred to walk in and shoot the place up and be done with it. He hadn't realised that there were gated communities in Stilwater, but according to Kinzie the extra security was because of how bad the gang problem was getting. Flashing his badge only got him so far with no questions asked, but once he got to the gate of her house, he was challenged. Kinzie managed to come up with a better lie than he ever could- investigating burglaries in the area, why didn't he think of that?

"You really think this'll work?" He hesitated.

"I don't fucking know."

"Johnny, we are literally at her front door!" He rang the doorbell. It took a moment, but then he could hear heels heading toward them. The door swung open, and he was face to face with her. It was like going back in time. She was definitely younger, her once purple hair was now brunette and swept up off of her shoulders.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, we're from the Stilwater PD and we're investigating burglaries in the area- can we come in?" Kinzie smiled, putting on her "responsible police voice".

"Uh, yeah whatever. I don't have long though."

"That's fine, this shouldn't take long." They stepped inside and closed the door. Once the door was closed, Johnny grabbed her.

"Hey, what the fuck!"

"Boss, you'll forgive us soon."

"Let me go!" Throwing her onto a dining chair, Johnny tied her down with his handcuffs.

"Boss, I need you to remember."

"Are you talking to me? Remember what?" Am frowned.

"Johnny, I told you this was a bad idea."

"Just go watch the fucking door." Kinzie shrugged and left them alone.

"Am, why don't you remember?" She shook her head.

"That's not my name, idiot."

"You specifically told me your name because it's fucking stupid and you hate it."

"My name is Saph. Have you been living under a rock or something, or are you always this fucking stupid?"

"You are going to kill me." He sighed. "Amethyst, you need to remember who I am." She froze.

"I thought I told you never to call me that."

"Boss?" She sighed.

"Yep, it's me." He pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, ow! I'm still tied up you know?" He uncuffed her and she stood.

"What the fuck happened? One minute I was back on the ship after that whole Hell disaster, and now I'm here." She rubbed her temples.

"I met God."

"Shut the fuck up." She turned to him in shock.

"He gave me a bunch of choices and I chose to reset the earth. Without the Saints."

"Wait, you gave up being a Saint to save the world? I never thought I'd see the day that Johnny Gat was a real hero."

"And if you repeat that to anyone, I can't be held responsible for my actions." She laughed.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Kinzie came back in.

"I got bored of watching the door." Am pulled Kinzie into a hug.

"You guys have no idea how good it is to see you." Kinzie backed off, obviously unnerved by the sudden contact.

"So what now, Boss?"

"We get the band back together?"

It took an hour for Matt to bring the stuff over to the house. Setting up the computers in the living room, their search began. Looking for any traces they could find, they scoured the internet for their friends. Am had made a list and Kinzie was going down it.

"Wait, are we not going to get Keith back?"

"Fuck no, leave him be. Poor guy got dragged into our shit by accident. Let him live out his life this time." Johnny nodded in agreement. Not that he didn't like him, but he was wary of him after the whole betraying them to help Zinyak thing. He didn't fucking like backstabbers. Usually he would literally stab them in the back, but it was Keith David.

"What about Ben?"

"Ben's dead." Am said without even flinching.

"Are you kidding?"

"She's not. He died a couple months before you transferred here."

"In this world, when he was overthrown, we weren't there to help. Anthony and Warren took over and he was killed. I was working with Ben at the time on a project and had to cut all ties with the company."

"Wow. Okay, so no to Ben. How about Shaundi and Pierce?"

"If we're going by what we would be without the Saints? Shaundi is probably at the University getting high still. I have no idea where Pierce would be" Johnny's phone rang out, interrupting them.

"Hang on, Troy's calling me." Am looked over at him in shock. He silenced the phone.

"Troy, Troy?" He was silent.

"Johnny, is he alive?"

"Without the Saints, he never went undercover. So he never met you."

"And he never put a gun in his mouth because of me." Blunt but true.

"Wait, if Troy is alive, would that mean that other people you've known and killed would be alive too?" Am and Johnny shrugged.

"I don't know. But if they are, I'm pretty excited to put them back in the fucking ground."

"Put Lin and Dex on that list too. Call Troy back and get him up here."

"Fuck Dex! Boss, you can't be serious."

"Johnny, if we're doing this we'll need all the help we can get. If he doesn't cooperate then you can kill him again, okay?" He sighed and picked his phone back up.

"Fuck me, the Third Street Saints. I've always wondered why I had such weird dreams." It hadn't taken long for him to remember that he had been in the Saints, but he definitely hadn't remembered the fact that he was undercover, or what happened after Am had been blown up. Johnny wasn't happy about bringing Troy into this, especially after what Am had admitted to him about what had gone on between them back in Stilwater, but she was right. To be the ones taking over the city, they needed a gang, and to do that they needed all the help they could get.

"I got a hit on Lin!" Kinzie waved at them.

"I've got one on Dex."

"Are we still sure we want to go after Dex? I'm still not convinced I want him around." Johnny was lounging on the sofa, looking bored.

"Jesus, what did he do?" Troy asked, looking at Kinzie and Matt in interest.

"Doesn't matter right now. Johnny think you can pick him up without killing him?" Am stood up and moved over to the computers.

"I can't make any promises." Am definitely was overestimating his ability to keep his cool around that prick.

"That'll do. I'll go grab Lin and we'll meet back here?"

Okay, so picking Dex up off the street in a stolen car wasn't his brightest idea. He now had a police tail and a guy in the backseat who was trying to kick the door in. His patience was wearing thin and the promise he had made to Am was gradually being forgotten. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialled Kinzie.

Johnny, the boss was back ages ago, where the hell are you?

"Ran into a couple of issues, nothing I can't handle."

Are you- Are those sirens? What did you do?

"I told you, I'm handling it." He could hear Am on the other side of the line telling Kinzie to give her the phone.

What the fuck did you do?

"Picked him up like you asked. Might've been seen by the police though."

Did they recognise you?

"How stupid do you think I am?"

I don't know, you've done some pretty stupid stuff in your life. Kinzie, can you get his tail off of him? He heard Kinzie protesting, but she was cut off pretty quickly.

"Kinzie, call an emergency worse than this and get them the fuck away from this side of town."

A few moments later, the police cars turned down a side road, leaving him alone and free to take Dex back to the house. Putting his foot down, he sped up the road, wishing that Dex would shut the fuck up.