Ok, so this fanfiction is in a completely new area for me, but Reservoir Dogs is one of my favorite movies and I feel it is worth giving it a shot. If I am not doing the characters or the movie any justice, just let me know, because I already have a feeling this is going to fail miserably.

To get to the point, this fic is based after the warehouse standoff between Joe, Nice guy Eddie and Mr. White, with the change that the police never catch them. Mr. Orange doesn't tell Mr. White that he is a cop, and instead he lets him believe that he was never the rat.

Note: I do not own any of the characters.

"He was the only one I wasn't a hundred percent on. I should have my fucking head examined going in when I wasn't a hundred percent sure!"

The situation that he had dreaded stepping into this job had finally come true as he watched the three guns drawn and aimed at their intended targets. The weapon directed at him was held by none other than Joe, the leader of the operation, the man he was supposed to be 'bringing down'. Conversation was no longer just 'tense', it had escalated into a standoff that Freddy knew too well in his mind was going to end with one, or all of them dead. He should speak up now, he should save three lives and admit who he really was… he was going to die anyway, but he couldn't voice a thing. Cold sensations that covered his body, that caused his eyes to lose sight and his ears to ring were stopping him from making any noise, all he could do was watch the inaudible blurred argument as it continued above him.

What is he doing? Why?

There was such conviction in Mr. White's voice earlier, that held a high regard for this 'Mr. Orange', and it made him cringe to think that this man was turning against one of his oldest associates to defend the rat. Why would he do that? He didn't really know he was defending the rat, he thought he was saving the life of a new friend that was helpless against a swarm of false accusations. White was not going to back down, his gun still firmly aimed at Joe.

"Joe, you shoot that man you die next. You shoot that man, you die next"

"Larry! It's been a long time, a lot of jobs. We've been through a lot of shit, you respect my father, I respect you, but I will put bullets in your heart if you don't put that fucking gun down now!"

White seemed to ignore Eddie's threat that was more like a plea for his father's life, focusing on Joe who now stood with his eyes fixed on Mr. Orange's stained and bleeding form. His hand tightened around the gun, finger pulling the trigger slightly closer to releasing all of the anger and hatred he felt.

"Goddamn you Joe, don't make me do this"

"LARRY YOU STOP POINTING THAT FUCKING GUN AT MY DAD!"

The panic in Nice Guys Eddie's voice was drowned out by the deafening sound of gunfire , and Orange's body was thrown into the concrete that was already covered with his own blood, a second wound now in his chest. He closed his eyes hard and waited for the pain to set in as it had before but he felt nothing. There was only the sound of a scuffling pair of feet. Had someone survived? Mr. Pink, of course, the coward would have backed away from the fight. He opened his eyes, but was only rewarded with blurred vision of the skinny bastard that called himself a 'professional' fleeing. Another figure was moving towards him now, crawling across the bloodied ground to reach him with the last of his energy.

"Lar- Larry"

Freddy reached out a hand in search for comfort. His chest was in agony now, and with every breath he took the feeling of a building, foaming liquid in his lungs was enough to shatter all hope in his mind that he was going to survive. His entire body was faltering; he could feel the struggling motion of his upper torso causing his arms to twist inwards towards the source of pain, the heels of his leather shoes scraping along the concrete as he gasped for air and tried to make out words to his fellow man. He opened his mouth in attempt but could do nothing but choke on the blood that had pooled in his throat.

"Shh, don't talk"

The blunt words from Mr. White, to whom he had come to know as Larry calmed some of the anxiety he felt. A hand gripped his upper arm and shifted him to the side with as much care as it could muster, before pulling him upwards, into his colleagues lap. White's hand quivered in shock as he ran it across the side of Freddy's face in an attempt to soothe and quiet him, he had also been shot in the standoff, by none other than 'Nice Guy' Eddie, but seemed more concerned about his dying companion.

"Hey, shh, shh you're going to be alright"

He felt the younger man's jaw clench before he exhaled sharply through his teeth. Orange was dying, he could tell from prior experience that he had lost too much blood to survive. Why didn't you just take him to a doctor when he begged earlier? He got shot because of you, he is a good kid. The guilt plagued his mind, why did he care? He didn't know, but this man was different to others he had come across. He didn't hide his fear like most that White had met in earlier jobs; and the others that he had seen die had never suffered for as long as Orange had. Why are you still calling him Orange?

"What's your name kid? Breathe and tell me your name"

He choked again, trying to make words with what strength and life he had left. White ran his hands over the man's face again in an attempt to relax him enough so that he could speak, but the body he held in his lap could only writhe and let distressed huffs of air escape his lips. Orange's grip tightened on his suit sleeves as his legs began to kick outwards in pain…he was suffering. You have to do something…take him somewhere.

He scoured his surrounds for answers before directing his attention to the door. If he could lift him out to Joe's car he might have time still to get him to help. He applied pressure to his own wound before pushing himself off the ground, and stumbling to where the man who planned the robbery, that at the time seemed well thought through, lay dead beside his son. He kneeled and searched for keys, scouring all of the pockets until his finger finally caught a key ring. He had a car, now he just needed a way to get Orange outside.

The sudden and unexpected sound of hurried footsteps echoed throughout the empty warehouse and made Mr. White turn and draw his gun. Mr. Pink jumped slightly in surprise before scoffing at the sight in front of him.

"I thought you were a goner for sure"

There was a tone to his voice that didn't seem the slightest bit worried about the fact that two of the men he worked with were dying. And his impression of the man, right from the start had been that he was a snide, gutless prick.

"Eddie's car won't start, just my fucking luck could the day get any better"

The nervousness in Pink's voice increased when after looking in Joe's pockets, he found they were empty. The cop's would have to arrive soon if a rat had really set them up, and he knew that being caught was the worst possible scenario that the man in front of him could think of. He could use this to his advantage.

"The cop's will be here soon Mr. Pink. We are all going away for a long time…unless"

His body language changed instantly as soon as he figured out that White had the keys to his escape.

"You lift Orange out to Joe's car, I'll give you the keys if you swear you'll take the both of us to help"

Pink looked as though he was about argue or pull his weapon, when the sound of distant sirens could be heard approaching. Larry held his gun at the weedy figure that now panicked about the approaching wave of police, surely thinking over the proposal and making his decision. He ran towards Mr. Orange and with much difficulty, lifted him and began to drag him backwards towards the door. White kept his handgun held firmly in place, as he stood and tried his best to keep up.

By the time he reached the door Mr. Pink had already succeeded in lifting Orange into the back of Joe's car. White pulled himself onto the seat beside the man, whose name he still yet wanted to find out and cradled his head once more, before closing the door behind him. A wave of relief ran over him when the car came to life and pulled away from its parked position, Pink speaking up as they escaped the sound of sirens successfully.

"I know a doctor that lives about twenty minutes from here. He will help you without alerting the cop's, but know that I ain't sticking around Mr. White, I'm putting as much distance as I can between me and this place"

White stared into the rearview mirror to meet Pink's eyes, who still seemed tense about their narrow escape. He didn't know whether to trust him or not, for all he knew the weedy fucker was the rat. Below him though, he could feel the gasping breaths of Orange. He needed to trust Mr. Pink, he wasn't going to let this young man die, not now.

"Just hurry up, I don't give a fuck where it is you take us so long as they can fix this mess up".