Just a little fic I threw together with a friend but I'm actually happy with what I came up with so far (and the future plans I have for it) :3 Anyway, reviews are always appreciated, whether good or bad (everyone asks for a review anyway, right?) Well, here it is... (and it will be known later on why it's called 'Double Date'. ;)

The flashing was unbearable as the infamous Saints' leader received a few rounds of flash grenades from a luchadore specialist. "Ahh fuck," she mumbles after regaining her composure once again. It was around two in the afternoon when Skye decided to go out and do something somewhat productive but that only led her to 'accidently' swing a pistol in between a luchadore's legs from behind. As the luchadore laid on the ground, holding his crotch, a green and black bulldog flew around the corner and screeched to a halt only a few feet away. A couple more luchadores filed out of the vehicle, wielding TEK-Z 10s. Before long, a part of Bridgeport became a war zone.

The two luchadores were quickly put to the ground as Skye pulled a couple wrestling moves on them which only seemed to anger the gang.

"Figures" Skye thinks to herself as she dives behind a nearby boulder. She was sure that the Luchadores weren't so happy about getting their asses kicked by a girl who knew how to wrestle better than they did. As expected, a couple more luchadore vehicles pulled up on the scene and more men jumped out. Each one had either a gravedigger, 45 Shepherd, or TEK-Z 10.

Skye slowly peered around the side of the boulder to see exactly how many more luchadores decided to join the party. "Maldito," Skye says under her breath as she pulls out her phone and calls for backup. She first calls up Shaundi, expecting her devoted lieutenant to pick up almost immediately but only gets a beeping sound signaling that she was busy. Shocked, Skye calls again but gets the same answer. "Damnit Shaundi!" Skye started thinking of what might have prevented the lieutenant from picking up her phone. "Whatever it was, though, it better be good" Skye thinks.

Hearing that the luchadores started looking around for whoever killed their fellow gang members, Skye quickly scrolled through her list of contacts.

Pierce? No, too bitchy. Viola? No, we need her to stay alive to handle the business stuff. Kinzie? Skye just smirks to herself thinking of the probability of redhead leaving her 'secret sanctum' just to help fight a group of luchadores. Then she comes across a familiar name. Caleb Morgan. Skye smiles to herself as she dials the number. Almost immediately, Caleb answers. "Oye nena, what's up?"

"Quick, I need you to come by the southern part of Bridgeport to help clear out a few luchadores," Skye replies, hastily.

"What? No hello? No How are you, How was your day?" Caleb says.

"Listen, I'm in a bad situation right now and there's nobody else around to help me. I'm sorry if I displeased you by not giving a proper greeting but I'm about to get shot down at any moment, now."

"Then why don't you call up Shaundi to help you out?" Caleb asks.

"Because Shaundi is too busy… probably giving some guy a fucking lap dance or something."

Caleb sounded like he was considering it for a minute.

"CALEB!" Skye shouts into the phone.

"Alright, alright, Bonita… I'll be there in a minute with a couple others," Caleb answers.

With an exasperated sigh Skye responds, "Thank-you."

"De nada. Oh, and Te amo."

Skye shakes her head and smiles to herself and ends the call.

Caleb was Skyes' 'lover' and has been for a couple months now. Before Skye met him, Caleb was just another saint that helped out when the time called for it. But one day, Skye called in for backup and he was one of the few people who came. A word that Skye used to describe him the first day she saw him would be Gorgeous. Soon, she found herself conversing with him while they would shoot down gang members. Eventually, he took her out for a drink and that one drink turned into about ten shots. Well, that turned into an eventful night. Skye remembered waking up next to him, naked, in his bed with a killer migraine. She hated the migraine but loved the feeling of lying next to him with his arms wrapped around her waist. Even though she received a ton of crap about being the saints leader and how it would be messed up for her to just start going out with a follower, she still went out with him and she never really regretted it. She did eventually find out he did pot but that only made her happier since she did it too (well, maybe not as much but it was still a similarity, along with them both being Hispanics).

Skye sat there and continued staring at her phone, debating whether or not she should call in another Saint. "Just in case" Skye decides. She knew that Caleb was plenty capable of handling himself in a gunfight, she still felt as if the situation would probably call for more helpers. Scrolling through her contacts, again, she comes across Josh Birk and 'Nyte Blayde'. Without second thought, she chooses Josh's name and waits for him to pick up. As soon as the ringing stops and she hears someone pick up the phone she quickly explains, "Josh, I need you to come by the southern section of Bridgeport to help out with a few luchadores."

She could hear Josh hesitate on the other end and the answer, "Oh, uhmm, hey boss… listen, I can't really come by right now… I gotta, uhmm, finish filming an episode of Nyte Blayde."

Without even needing to think about it Skye replies, "Aww that's too bad. Shaundi was looking forward to seeing you-"

"Shaundi's there? I should be there in about three minutes," and with that, Josh hangs up the phone.

As Skye slides her phone back in her bra, she could hear the luchadores walking towards the boulder she was hiding behind. Getting her pistols ready, she slowly begins turning towards the footsteps. Peering over the boulder, she could see a pair of luchadores right in front of the giant rock. Raising her pistols over the rock, she shoots both of them in the side of their heads. Hearing the gunshots, the other luchadores turn to see Skye pull out a K-8 Krukov and start spraying bullets all up and down the street. She manages to catch a few luchadores in the chest but the others quickly started shooting her. Before sliding back behind the boulder she notices a few purple and gold Criminals pull up on the other end of the street. 'It's about fucking time'. Skye peers over the side of the boulder and sees Caleb and a bunch of other saints climb out of the vehicles and immediately start taking down luchadores. Soon, she joined back in the fight as well. About five minutes later, Skye spots a Bootlegger drive up behind the other Saints vehicle and Josh Birk climb out of it. In about ten minutes, the street was clear of any luchadores. Skye then orders the helpers to go around and pick up any guns lying around and to throw them in the back of the trucks. As they go off to do this, Skye goes up to Caleb and throws her arms around his neck, embracing him. He also wraps his arms around her.

She whispers in his ear, "Thanks for coming… I owe you one."

Caleb whispers in response, "Oh I think I know how I'll use that 'I owe you'."

Skye pulls away and playfully punches Caleb in his arm. "Owe what was that for?" Caleb asks while now rubbing his arm.

"For not coming to help me when I first asked you! Dios Mio, I swear it was like pulling teeth to convince you to come!"

Caleb looks down at his feet and rubs the back of his neck "Ahhh you know I was just kidding around, chica. I wouldn't leave you for death like that."

"Pfft." Skye was now looking Caleb up and down. He was wearing his typical black skinny jeans, white tank top, Hi-tops, and purple and gold snapback hat. She could see glimpses of her name tattooed across his chest where the tank top didn't cover up. He had brown eyes and brown hair (shaved) with a matching soul patch. She, herself, had on a black zip-up jacket with a dark purple bra shown underneath, black sausage casing bottoms, dark purple and black bad-girl boots, saints charm necklace, flower tattoo running along the side of the back & stars tattoo on stomach, and eyebrow and nose piercings. She had blonde hair that was done in a kabuki style with black chopsticks and a light splash of freckles across her face. Her eyes were nearly black and she had a mold underneath her right eye.

Caleb wraps and arm around Skye "Vamos, let's get outta here before any of those fucking luchadores come back."

Skye snorts and grins. "One thing I never understood about them is their style. I mean, if they want to be intimidating wrestlers then they should at least look the part. Seriously? Green tank tops with pink stars that are five times too small? If anything, I kinda feel bad for them when I see them walking around public like that."

Caleb laughs and starts leading Skye back to one of the Saints' vehicles. Before they walk even a couple feet, Josh Birk intercepts them. "Hey boss, didn't you say that Shaundi was going to be here?"

Skye smiles and puts a hand on Josh's shoulder. "Josh, I never said that Shaundi was here… I just said that she was looking forward to seeing you."

"Sooo…. She DOES still want to see me then?"

Skye moves her tongue around her mouth for a second and looks off to the side. "Wellllll… not necessarily."

Caleb shrugs and says, "Lo siento, man. You'll get her one day." He then continues walking Skye away from the street and to one of the purple trucks.

Josh grunts and goes back to his vehicle, now pissed that he just helped shoot down a whole gang of luchadores and not even get what he came there for. 'Whatever' He thinks to himself. 'She'll be begging for me one day.' Josh smirks to himself as he gets back in his Bootlegger.

I already wrote chapter 2, so if I get enough feedback, I'll keep writing more. Probably will post the next chapter in the next couple of days and maybe even sooner if asked. Thanks for taking the time to read :P

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