*Alright, here is chapter one of one of my Dangerverse fanfics. This one has the Killjoys in it (no duh! and obviously!) ... In this one, as hard as it's going be, I don't really think I'll pair Savior up with Poison Party. Though Crow and [Insert favorite Killjoy/band member] might be a good idea... No? xD*

*Oh! Also! Below at the very bottom is a Dangerspeak Glossary for words and phrases unknown (or also if you guys need a reminder/refresher!). Just to let you guys know...*

*Enjoi, sunshines!*

Sam's Town

"Hey! Where are you going?" Crow asked.

I ignored her and kept walking down the empty, worn street.

"Look, I know you're angry about Vegas. But I did what I had to do. You know that... I know you do," Crow said.

I kept my pace - not missing a beat of the rhythm of my foot constantly meeting the black pavement of the street.

"I don't know what to say... I mean... How was I suppose to know he'd be there?" Crow asked aloud.

I was unsure whether this was another question she wanted me to answer or was just a personal, rhetorical question.

"Come on, Sal... Say something... Anything at all..." Crow begged.

I cringed at her shortened Italian nickname of me, but ignored it, nonetheless.

Without stopping, I told her, "I'm not angry about Vegas."

She seemed to have stopped for only a moment - in shock, of course - because she then ran to catch up to me.

"You're not?" Crow asked me surprised.

"Of course not," I said.

While still keeping up with my quite fast pace, she seemed to skip in joy for a few beats. Then, when she continued a normal gait like me, Crow asked, "Why not?"

"How we were we suppose to know Korse was there?" I restated her earlier rhetorical question. Without letting her speak, I added, "We were ambushed. End of story."

I saw her smile wide at this out of the corner of my eye.

"You know... I saw her," Crow said.

Out of the long while and many miles we had been walking together, I stopped for the very first time other than to rest or eat. When Crow noticed this, she stopped as well and walked back to me.

"You saw her?" my voice almost seemed to crack when I said the simple pronoun.

It had been years since I last saw her. My love... She was out there...

I had known it for some time, but it finally dawned on me. She was alive.

"She was with them - the headers of the Colours..." Crow continued.

"The Killjoys?" I asked aloud more in personal surprise than to ask her.

"Yeah, those crayons..." Crow chuckled at her own reused joke of someone else's... Probably, Dr. D knowing her.

I sighed in somewhat relief.

It was still a dangerous world, but if she was with the Killjoys, then she would be safe.

"Uh-oh... Speaking of desert devils..." Crow trailed off.

I turned around to see the side of a BLI Trans Am appear from the desert curve road in the distance.

"Come on," I said as I ran into the nearest alley.

Crow followed close to my tail for hopeful safety. After all... I wasn't named Savior for nothing...

As I got to the end of the alley, I turned left.

These allies had no close exits. We were in the desert. It wasn't a city, but rather a quite unusually small Sam's Town.

Behind the building I discovered another Trans Am, except this one was colorful and shiny.

"Huh... Weird..." Crow spoke from behind me.

"Yeah, well it works," I replied.

"How do you know?" Crow asked.

I quickly turned to smile at her and, with smirk, told her, "Get in."

She did as told and sat herself into the passenger side. I, myself, got in the driver's side, and we both closed our doors at the same time. As I began quickly looking for where the wires were in this car - I was somewhat unfamiliar with the wiring of Trans Ams - a few chuckles of disbelief escaped Crow's lips. I momentarily stopped and turned to look at her. She had the glove department open and a set of four or five keys in her hand. I stopped fumbling around for the wires I had been looking for earlier and snatched the keys from her hands. I stuck one of them in them in the ignition - Thank God... It was the right one... - and turned it all the way as Crow closed the glovebox. The car suddenly roared to life and it purred smooth as milkshake. As I pulled away, four estranged figures appeared from the building.

I heard them shouting and yelling a bunch of "Hey!"s and "Wait! No!"s.

Crow only stared back at them through the back window.

I ignored the figures' protests until Crow eyes went wide.

"Sal..." she seemed to say in astonishment.

"What?" I unnecessarily snapped - not wanting to feel guilt for leaving the sorry Sammers behind.

"It's her," Crow replied.

I instantly slammed on the brakes.

"What!" I shouted in disbelief.

Crow stared at me with empty eyes and repeated, "It's her."

I silently blinked a few times as a response.

Not two seconds later someone pounded angrily at my window. My head snapped to look at who it was, and I saw a thin, red-headed male somewhat out of breath - from chasing us, no doubt - and ticked off. And when I say red head, I mean bright, vivid red...

I sighed in defeat, and quickly cocked my head back to signal to get in. The guy just looked at me stunned and then shook his head. I heard him mumble something to the rest of the figures - probably to tell them to get in the car - and they did. Once they were all squeezed into the back (except for one who sat up top and behind his fellow buddies - It was after all a convertible...) I started the car up again, and we were on the road going far away as possible from the BLI car.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Crow smiling as bright as the sun. Her and the rest of the estranged group were talking. I only listened to the introductions between us (of which I said nothing... Crow was the one who introduced me...).

First, she looked at me expectingly only to realized I was back to giving the world the silent treatment. She then smiled and waved it off - saying I was a party killer. She told them my name was Savior. And, of course, told them of her nickname for me along with it's story.

"Yeah, I still remember staring up at her," Crow reminisced while chuckling, "She and her big wide eyes. She was standing over me - bent over, rather - and... What was it that you said again?"

Even though we both knew I wasn't going to answer there was a second's pause before she continued on.

"'Hey, you operating on all pistons, kid? You look like your startin' a cycle...'" she said - sounding eerily too much like me for my liking, "'Ya dust mouthed or just need pumping off?'"

Crow and the rest of the motor gang started laughing their heads off. I, on the other hand, just simply rolled my eyes.

"Of course, having been laying there for days without end, I said, 'Well, both right about now...' But she only laughed at me," Crow continued, "Look, kid. I just saw you lying here on the side of the road. I just wanted to make sure you weren't ghosted.' As if! But at the moment I didn't really care... She was going to save me from the hell I was in. That's all that mattered... And, since Italian is my favorite tongue other than English, I looked up into her sparkling, light green eyes and said, 'Il mio salvatore...'"

I suddenly laughed aloud as I remembered that awkward moment - knowing full well of what she said. I didn't like Romance languages much, but I had taken Spanish for two years in high school. I also remembered a certain tv show and book series where the my favorite character and his brother had the last name Salvatore. If I tried, I could still remember the infamous quote from the book. The name is Salvatore. As in savior.

I realized everyone was staring at me, so I wiped my smirk off my face and focused on the road. My earlier thoughts came back, and I forced myself not to look back or look in the rearview mirror.

She was in the backseat on - What was his name? Jet Star? - 's lap. My heartbeat began to race. She was alive! And she was only a few mere inches away from me! My love...

"So that's why now I call her Sal all the time..." Crow finished.

"Really?" she asked.

Oh... Her voice! It was beautiful! It was smooth and melodic like mine, yet it had that same rough and alluring feel like her father's. I almost ghosted right then and there. I would have too if it weren't for the fact that I was the one driving...

"Yep, in fact, the ironic part is that her name was Savior long before that," Crow smirked.

I heard a little giggle from behind me and instantly knew it was her. I almost swooned once again at the sound of her.

Out of the corner of my eye, Crow straightened her posture - the look of worry on her face.

"Sal, you ok?" she asked concerned.

I looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, I'm great."

She seemed to relax a little at this, but quickly said, "Good. I thought you were gonna ghost out on me there. Don't you even think of starting a cycle with me, you hear?"

I smirked and replied smugly, "Yes, mother..."

She rolled her chocolate brown eyes and continued talking with the motor gang.

Soon enough, the redhead - who was sitting behind me - told me to pull over at the gas station and diner that was coming up on our right. Once I did, I turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition. By then everyone had gotten out of the car and went into the diner. All except the redhead of course...

I groaned and then irritably asked as I looked up at him, "What?"

He had both arms folded and stared at me with anger in his hazel eyes. He held out his right arm and motioned with his right hand to give him what he wanted. I sighed and gave him the keys.

"Happy?" I asked again. He took a step back as he opened the door for me. I got out and mumbled a "Thanks" to him.

He nodded and said, "Your welcome."

We walked to the door of the diner, and I spun around.

"Look, I'm sorry," I told him, "We've been running around trying to stay milkshake and stay in the static. We saw a BLI car and we panicked. Your car was the first thing we saw, so we took it, kay?"

He raised an eyebrow and then asked, "A BLI car?"

"Yeah," I told him.

A brief look of disbelief crossed his face before landing on a look of remorse and regret.

"Sorry for being a Wave-Head," he apologized, "It's just that I panicked too. Someone stole my baby, ya know? I couldn't just let them get away with it."

I nodded knowing exactly where he was coming from.

That's exactly why I hadn't seen her for so long... They had taken her away so long ago when she was a mere toddler... It almost ghosted me. In fact, I had thought for the longest while that she had been ghosted. When I met Crow and told her, she instantly started digging around for any info on her. Eventually, she starting getting news from motorbabies and rock and rollers that she was with the Killjoys - a motor gang that was taking a stand against BLI and the government. It wasn't till today that I found out that the news was true.

"Come on. You look like you could use a milkshake," he said with a friendly smile.

I smiled back and replied, "Sure thing, boss."

Dangerspeak Glossary:

Below are *futuristic* words and phrases - used in the above story - and their definitions. Though all made up, some were created by the band My Chemical Romance (start a cycle, Wave-heads) and some were created by me (Colours, stay in the static). For the meaning used up above for (to) pump off, it is italicized.

Colour(s) - anyone who is active and supports the Killjoys

desert devils - people in the desert who are active in one form of another

Speaking of desert devils - another wording (and more modern phrasing) of the phrase "speaking of the devil", usually when speaking of desert devils specifically

Sam's Town - a (small) town, usually deserted, like a ghost town

milkshake - when not used to describe the frosty treat, might refer to a place that is cool (as in temperature), low in radiation, or safe

Sammers - somewhat taken from the term sam's town, can mean people still living or hanging around sam's towns, usually meant as soon-to-be-ghosted people or as "goners"

party killer - thought to have origins in the word "killjoy" and phrase "party pooper", usually used as replacement for the word "killjoys" because of common misunderstanding from the motor gang, also replacement for phrase "party pooper" since its usage is now uncommon, disliked, and out of style

operate on all pistons - to function at one's full potential, alternately, to be sane

start a cycle - to go insane, alternatively, to start something

dust mouth - a condition that leaves one dry, parched, thirsty

pump off - possible synonym for murder, as it calls to mind the idea of pumping a shotgun, alternatively, the act of drowning a drink really fast, alternatively, a sexual slang term referencing either intercourse or assisted masturbation

motor gang - group of people, usually traveling around with some sort of motorized form of transportation, whether it be car(s) or motorcycles

ghost - to be dead, to be killed

stay milkshake - phrase meaning "to say safe"

stay in the static - phrase meaning "to try to stay hidden", "to stay low", could also mean to stay safe

Wave-heads - a possible new "breed" of humans to surface as the result of genetic mutation, physically unstable, prone to popping (exploding, bursting)

motorbabies - kids on the run, children of the carburetor, survivors, with ammunition and a love of speed

rock and rollers - people who travel around like a motor gang but play shows for money, essentials, supplies, etc