Hey there, everyone. I'm RhubarbTart and this is a story I wrote that came to me when I was watching Kill Bill vol. 1. after re-watching 'Drive', but there are no spoilers, really, except that it takes place in season ten. It might still make sense if you haven't seen Kill Bill. It's from Carter's perspective. I don't know if it's entirely plausible, but that's why it's called 'fiction', right? Another example of fiction is to say I own any of these characters. I don't. Except for Boss Nakano, and the insane war veterans who are only ever mentioned, not really talked about. Oh, by the way, Luka still drives a Viper, because I couldn't bear to part with it. And the bits in italics are the thoughts of the Bride. PG, as some people never learn the proper way to speak.

Anyway, on with it. Enjoy! -RT

I suppose it's not unusual to see a blonde woman staring at Luka, but this one's oddly transfixed. She's standing right up against the glass doors, arms at her sides, staring at him with a little knowing smile, following him with her eyes. He hasn't noticed her yet. She doesn't seem to care, content to stand there staring. When he does notice her, though, he stops dead.

Still gorgeous.

They stand gazing at each other for what seems like hours. He then walks over to the clerks' desk, where I'm signing a chart and quietly puts the chart he's holding down.

'Give me ten minutes, Carter.'

He goes to the triage doors, where the woman's still standing. I can't hear what they're saying, but I can make out the standard 'what are you doing here?' conversation. Finally, he leads her out to the ambulance bay.

Seems others have noticed. A fierce finger tapping my shoulder speaks in Haleh's voice.

'Who's that?'

'How would I know?'

'Maybe she thought after your male bonding session in Africa, you'd know each other inside out.'

'Get lost, Jerry.'

Abby comes in from the ambulance bay, looking half-frozen and carrying a polystyrene cup of coffee. 'Who's that blonde chick out there with Luka?'

'We don't know, and this pansy-boy won't go find out.'

I sigh. 'Jerry, it's none of our business.'

'It is if he's going out with Sam-don't we owe it to her to find out?'

'No. Let her find out, I'm sure he'll tell her anyway if she cares.'

'Carter...'

Abby's stare can still get me, after everything. 'Fine, I'll find out. Hold on.'

Damn, it's cold out here. But they don't seem to care. They stand against a wall of the ambulance bay, partly out of the wind, their backs to me. As I walk up, I can hear fragments of conversation.

'...not cleaned up. Clubs in Japan must have crappy staff.'

'No motivation. With the right motivation, anyone's a great staff.'

'As you know. He was a great motivator.'

I was the best on that staff. 'So were you.'

A pause.

'How did you find out about what happened?'

'I read the paper last week. It said something about a 'roaring rampage of death' and how horrified the police were when they found all these cut-up bodies in a Tokyo club. One curiosity was the woman found out the back, a Japanese-Chinese-American who'd been scalped.'

What?

I can hear the smile in her voice. 'Really? Who do they think did it?'

'Some power-hungry psychotics, maybe American war veterans who hated both the Japanese and the Chinese, and decided to get back at them both.'

'Of course. Never underestimate the public's willingness to fall back on the war for anything that happens.'

A pause.

'You never answered me.'

'When?'

'What do you want here?'

Your help. I need you on this. You know that.

'To see if you'd be interested in making my little adventure a joint affair.'

Little adventure? Little adventure with insane war veterans who scalp foreigners? I have no idea what's going on and I think I should leave and I don't know who this crazy woman is but I need to find out and I...damn. Relax. It'll turn out that she's an old girlfriend who wants him back, but he'll say he's got Sam now, and everything'll be fine. Okay.

'Why would I want to help you?'

'Because they fucked you over too, Luka. They made you leave Paris, then New York, then London, just to stay above water. Once they learn about O-ren from Sophie Fatale, they'll know I'll come to see you. They'll come to see you too, then where will you be?'

'They never did anything to me I couldn't undo, you know. They've really got nothing against me. All I did was quit.'

'One does not just walk away from Bill, especially when one is the Vipers' personal physician. He doesn't take kindly to it.'

'Maybe not Bill, but the others were okay. They didn't do anything drastic when I left.'

'Who, Elle Driver? I bet she was sorry to see you go.' The woman fairly spits out this sentence.

Damn her. Damn her to hell. God, I can't wait until I catch up with that whore.

Who the hell is Bill? Who the hell is Sophie Fatale? What's O-ren? And why is this woman so bitter about this Elle Driver? Should I interrupt?

'She was. She tried her best to convince me to stay.'

'Fuck you, Luka, you haven't changed. Look at that nurse you dated. Look at that girl you've got now, who's young enough to be her son's sister. You were always too willing to screw any blonde that crossed your path.'

'Except you.'

They're staring daggers at each other now, and I don't doubt that if they come to blows it'll be hard to decide who'll win. The woman says, through clenched teeth:

'Did you screw Driver?'

After a second, Luka starts to laugh. The woman seems to be finding it hard to control her stern expression, until she's laughing too.

Once they're quiet, she asks again.

'Did you have sex with Elle Driver?'

Silence. After he's silent long enough for it to be an affirmative, the woman sighs and turns to leave. Here's a chance-I'm just about to interrupt with a cheery 'Hey!' when Luka says:

'No. Never.'

The woman turns around to face him. 'Is that why you won't join me? You don't want to run into her again?'

Luka stands up. 'Not just her, I don't want to run into any of them again. Did you know when I first met Sophie Fatale in Paris, and she told Bill I was there, that he wanted me to join you?'

'You did join us. You were our doctor. Remember Budd used to call you 'Antivenom?'

You really, really hated that.

Vipers? Some sort of car club?

'No, no, Bill asked me to be an assassin.'

What?

Like my cliffhanger? Was Luka an assassin? Please do review, I eat feedback on my cereal. I'll put another chapter bit up in a few days. Till then, sayonara. -RT