A/N: This is my first Saints Row fanfic, so bear with me and be gentle. This one-shot explores the short relationship between Saints member Shaundi and her ex from the Sons of Samedi, DJ Veteran Child. Enjoy.

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The smell of shattered glass and Loa Dust.
How many times had Shaundi hit the broken bulb today? She couldn't recall.
Waking from a daze, she shook her head, her dreadlocks slapping her in the face as she heard cursing coming from the corner. Her boyfriend, known only as Veteran Child, was on his laptop trying to sort out the latest song and why it wasn't mixing right. He wasn't even paying attention when Shaundi snuck up behind him to place a kiss on his cheek.

"You shouldn't smoke so much," he scolded.

"Man….don't kill my vibe. I just woke up."

"Yeah, I noticed. Do you even know what day it is?"

"Wednesday?" Shaundi replied, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Yeah….four days ago," Scoffed Veteran Child, shutting his laptop and downing a bottle of water.

"FOUR DAYS?!" Shaundi yelled. "That means today is…"

"Sunday," he replied, pulling his hat over his eyes.

"SHIT! Finals were this week! Why didn't you wake me?!"

"I wasn't even here. Between dealing for the Samedi and DJ'ing at Stillwater's clubs, I'm barely here."

"Fuck you."

"You wish," he chuckled from under his hat.

Shaundi replied by cracking a light bulb over his head and filling it with Loa Dust.
"Where do the Sons get all this from anyway?" She asked, passing him the drug filled broken bulb.

Veteran Child raised his hat, eyeing the bulb suspiciously before shrugging and taking a hit.
Three hits later, Shaundi finally got her answer.
"Y'know that field off campus where the Agricultural Society grows their research plants?"

"Yeah?"

"That's where it comes from."

"Cool," replied a very stoned Shaundi.
"How come you're never affectionate?"

"Shaundi, don't even."

"I'm serious. You never act affectionate. You're always so focused on your work."

"I'm trying to become a Platinum selling recording artist!"

"You're becoming a dickhead!"

"Well maybe if you weren't so strung out and got more backbone, I'd treat you differently!"

A low growl emitted from Shaundi's throat.
"Get the fuck out!"

As Veteran Child stormed out, Shaundi began crying, covering her face with her hands. It was then she was hearing someone call her name. Her head shot upright from a cold metal desk and the realization of where she was hit her. She was aboard an alien spacecraft. Earth had been restored. Well….the Saints had help in going back in time and saving the planet from Zinyak invading and blowing it up….again.

Standing over her were Johnny Gat and the Boss, the very Southern Marguerite Cordair. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she flashed them both a weary smile and got to her feet.

"Same dream again, Sugar?" Marguerite asked.

"Yeah, boss," Shaundi replied.

"Do I even wanna know?" Asked Johnny.

"Veteran Child," both women replied.

"Gotcha," said Gat.

"Boss, do you think either Kenzie or Matt can recreate….you know…in the simulation?"

"Sure could, Sugar. Why do you ask?"

"I have a light bulb to crack."

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A/N: Well, there it is…..

Let me know what you think.

Melpomene~