A/N Been sitting on this story for a little bit, deciding on whether or not to upload it. Music influences me, heavily. I started this fic based on my love for the self-titled album by the Runaways. If you haven't heard it, listen to it. Punk Rock if you can handle it. I listen to all types of music. I've also been wanting to write a Baroline story, not your typical one, but you know me. You will definitely see other characters as well from TVD, TO, and OUAT! There will be violence, graphic depictions of drug use, sexual and adult themes, and Rated M language. You are warned, please don't read if it's not your type of story. The rest of you, Please enjoy this ride with me. New story/ RR!

Runaways

Chapter 1 Cherry Bomb

Rating M Drug use and Language

*I do not own these characters, but I own the original story.

Can't stay at home, can't stay at school. Old folks say you poor little fool'.

Down the streets I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting for.

The burn felt so good, it tingled every sense in her body. The electric vibe made the hair on her arms stand on end, and she swam in a mental state of bliss before waiting for her best friend, who was right next to her, to take the same dive into freedom. She took one more swipe and wipes her nose, and falls back on to the bed at the cheap motel they have slept in for the past three nights.

"We can't sleep in this motel another night."

"We have to stay low profile Care. We can't take the chance of anyone recognizing us."

"I mean, I get it, but…"

"But, what?"

"I forgot what I was going to say." Caroline laughs uncontrollably, and rolls onto the top of her best friend staring at her face to face then kisses her on the nose. "Come on mopey pants, let's go to the pool. I'm hot and sweaty. I need to go for a swim." Caroline hops up and skips to her Chanel bag pulling out an itty bitty bikini. She turns to Bonnie and gives a smile and wink before trotting in the bathroom to change.

Bonnie still in her laid back position stares at the ceiling. Being on the run for six months with her best friend was the freest Bonnie has ever felt. She wouldn't have it any other way. The life she lead before leaving the shelter of her home, was a lonely and painful one. So being gone, running away from home meant she was her own person. Rich or poor, all she needed was Caroline. She lays there, and her high is putting her more in her feelings than anything. The emotions she refuses to allow to surface have turned into a begrudging, tactical, alliance with her best friend to live and survive off of the stupidity of rich, unfaithful, men.

"Bon?" Caroline calls out from the bathroom. The echo triggers the sound waves in Bonnie's ears that makes her relax into the bed and sink into her thoughts. She doesn't answer Caroline; she falls into a daydream. Nothing in particular, just happy hopefulness, and the need to hear music.

"Bonnie!" Caroline snaps Bonnie out of her trance.

"Bonnie, come one. Get dressed. I want to go for a swim, and I am not going alone. There are too many creepers in this motel. Hurry up and get your ass up. I am going to get a coke from the soda machine, so by the time I get back you better be ready. I'm serious."

Bonnie sighs loudly. She doesn't want to go for a swim because the motel pool looks as though it hadn't been cleaned in a while, but she knows the second she allows the sun to hit her skin on the outside of the room, her skin will begin to burn up. The sweltering heat had to be over 100 degrees and the swamp cooler in the cheap room just made it humid and saturated the air with moisture.

Caroline pulled Bonnie up by her arm and forced her to stand up and search for her bathing suit. "Okay, Care. One-hour pool side. One. Hour. Then we need to get a hustle for tonight. We are running low on funds and I need to get some more supplies, because I am running out of canvas."

Bonnie loves to create Pastel art on her canvas. Since childhood Bonnie's talent lied with a canvas and her hands. Her preferred method of art was Pastel. This is how she kept busy during downtime on her and Caroline's escapades, although they rarely had any downtime. In order to survive they lived everyday on the edge of their seats, hustling to get by and their main targets were the wealthy and elite.

"Okay, so you need more crayons and pads, I get it. Let's get out and enjoy what is left of the sun. We have to get ready for tonight."

"Ahem! Don't call it crayons. And yes I need it. It is good therapy for me."

"Whatever, I am going to get my coke, you have three minutes to change and be ready Bonsters!"

"Ugh. You know I hate that stupid nickname."

"Well, your boyfriend gave it to you." Caroline says and laughs.

"Ex-boyfriend. Now go. I will get dressed and you will be back in minutes, we will get this experience in this pool of filth over with and you will owe me."

"Word?"

"Word up!"

Both girls smile and go their ways. Bonnie refuses to walk barefoot in the musty room. Not only is she worried about bed bugs, but now the moisture from the swamp cooler was making the carpet moist beyond means. How many times has that carpet been moistened by the humidity? She was willing to bet there was a festering of mold under the carpeting and in the walls.

There it is, the itty bitty bikini, her last sugar daddy bought her. The strings that held together the small piece of cloth that attempted to cover her plump behind and perky, small, breast were no help to concealing much of her body. While Bonnie would love to think of herself as conservative, her current lifestyle bids, her sex appeal and her wit for survival. She and Caroline had made a lifestyle out of being thieving and deceiving, con artists. They weren't always this way. Circumstances pushed them to become swindlers. Ask them what they wanted to do with their futures a couple of short years ago, one would have told you a High school Art teacher, and the other would have said a Social worker. Both girls wanted to work with kids, because the worlds they grew up in, there was no emphasis on healthy parent child relationships.

Back Story

Since childhood, both girls were used to being under heavy scrutiny. Their parents were public and political figures. Bonnie Bennett could think of a hundred other people who knew more about her than her own father. He didn't get custody of her until her mother left the country when she was twelve. She was the product of a single family home. Which is how her father won the popular vote, and the compassionate vote, in his political campaign, by being relatable. One could say he used Bonnie strictly for the heartfelt factor. He had no relationship with her and he never believed a word she said. Even when she told him her teacher Mr. Castle had been raping her. Crying rape in Mystic Falls gave you a bad reputation, Besides Caroline, she told no one but her father, who brushed it off. He actually wanted to barter her college acceptance on it. Since running away, Bonnie had to be in constant disguise. Concealing her identity was harder than she thought it would be. Being her father was Senator Hopkins, and her Mother Abby Bennett cheated on him with the Prince of a small island off of the Mediterranean coast, their family was already the center of scandal for years. She and her best friend became the best non-schooled cosmetologists in the past two months. Identities were a dime a dozen for them.

Caroline Forbes Mother, Liz, was the newly retired Chief of Police. She held her position in the police department for over twenty years. She was very well known, and well-loved in the community. Although the town was relatively average in size, the town was wealthy and known for birthing some of the most elite in society, with family blood lines that came from old, old money. The Southern town of Mystic Falls, where families still participated in Cotillions, and large societal functions. Caroline was always under spotlight to be the consummate teenager. She, along with her best friend Bonnie were both Honor roll students and on the cheerleading team. Caroline was the Cheer Captain, and the School's Junior class president. Liz Forbes was always under a lot of pressure from work, and since Caroline's father was not around, Liz became a passive aggressive alcoholic for a few years, mentally and emotionally abusive to Caroline. Setting standards for her which were above high, and coming down on her when she didn't do things perfectly. She gave Caroline a complex, which was later diagnosed as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Not many of her friends could tolerate her because of it. Bonnie, sympathized with Caroline, because around the same time Bonnie was clinically diagnosed with Acute Stress Disorder.

When both girls started their senior years they were ready to quit school even with their bright futures, they wanted to give up and leave Mystic Falls. So… they did. They became Runaways. Neither parent reported them missing for fear of public scrutiny. Instead, it was told to the public that both girls went to overseas boarding schools. Rudy and Liz also told Bonnie and Caroline, that they were cut off financially, and if they dared show their faces they would be put in Mystic Falls Clinic for Mentally disturbed.

Both girls got rid of their cellular phones so they could not be tracked, and were forced to find their own way in the world. What better way than to take advantage of the very people who have mistreated, and abused them? The elitist.

These two con artist, lived on the edge every day. Tomorrow wasn't promised, and it was a rush for them. It went against everything they were diagnosed with, but it somehow helped both girls deal with their diagnoses.

Present Day

"Okay Bon, are you ready? Wow. I am still amazed that Kol Mikaelson bought you that and never made you wear it for him. Well, I think the bigger question should be, why did we decide we weren't going to play with the Mikaelson boys for longer than we did?"

"Kol was becoming too intense for me. I decided long ago for myself I wouldn't take any of these guys seriously Care. You shouldn't either."

"I mean, I don't. Klaus and I were just having fun. He was a really fun guy. He wasn't looking to get very serious but he definitely knew how to show a girl a good time." Caroline smiled guiltily and began checking her body in the mirror. She was nearly flawless, and perky as can be. Her Eighteenth birthday was around the corner and she was excited to be alive and free.

"Care, are you still following the no sex rule?"

Caroline gives Bonnie a disconcerting look and then hunches her shoulders at her best friend. This was her universal attempt at fiddling the fence with an answer so that Bonnie would believe she was saying no, but she wasn't technically lying to her.

"Caroline. If you give it up, we lose control of the situation. We can't do that. We have to remain in control, it'll lesson our chances of getting caught. Especially since you aren't on any birth control."

"Condoms Bonnie."

"Which aren't exactly fool proof babe."

"Yeah, well it's hard not having sex Bonnie. Especially if you've been having it a while."

Bonnie looks up at Caroline with eyes that could have only been described as lost.

"I'm sorry Bon. I forget sometimes. I know it isn't easy for you to be… that way with a guy."

"It's not that, it's just why would I have sex with one of these assholes? That's all they want after all. They don't care how they get it, as long as they get it. No matter how much you don't want it, they just don't care. It's about what they want. It's always about them."

"Bonnie, maybe if you have sex with someone else, the memories will be less painful. I mean, I am just a stupid teenage girl, full of hormones, what do I know?" Caroline started tapping her feet. And once she tapped one foot a certain amount of times she tapped the other foot a certain amount of times, and cycle went on until she did that three times on each foot.

"Care, Care. Hey. Stop, I am sorry I am not mad at you, okay. Don't let your OCD get the best of you right now. I was just arguing against myself. I know sex shouldn't be a big deal okay. I'll make you a promise. If a good hustle comes along, I will do it. But it would have to really be a big hustle Care. Not just a couple of stacks and some coke. I could get coke from the college guys."

"But don't forget the rules, no kissing on the mouth and No falling in love." They both say in unison. They tried modeling their hustle after a cross between pretty woman and Thelma and Louise. And maybe, somewhere along the way they'd pick up a Brad Pitt…second thought, they were a better as a two-woman team.

"Ok. Pool time." Caroline smiles just as she realizes Bonnie forgot her promise to spend an hour in the sun with her.

"Ugh. Let's get this over with."

As they walk to the pool, Caroline decides against swimming. Her OCD wouldn't let her get past the debris trapped in the bottom of the pool. But she enjoyed an hour of sun, tanning, and slightly burning then sleeping, while her best friend made a pastel of her laying out, in her small royal blue bikini.

After about twenty minutes, Bonnie realizes the entire motel is filled with suppliers and buyers. She notices a few people outside of one of the rooms make quick deal, then another room has traffic going in and out, and she is all too familiar with this flow of traffic. When one of the guys gets in a truck and drives off, she sees his license. She always looks at license plates. She had become very good and memorizing license plate numbers over the past six months. This license plate said XL-John. She has seen this one before. The truck then drives off and when she sees the direction, she realizes that is where she has seen it before. The dive bar that kept traffic going throughout the day. It was busy for being in such a desolate town. She and Caroline had to make one more hit before they disappeared from this little rat hole of a town.

Hey street boy, what's your style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile.

I'll give ya something to live for, have ya, grab ya, til you're sore

"Before we go in here Care, we are in agreement, full on Cherry Bomb right? If we can't do a Cherry Bomb, we get out within the first five." Bonnie says their signal for a Cherry Bomb was any particular movement once by one girl, then the other would respond with a double. So if Caroline rubbed her right ear, Bonnie would rub the right then left. If Caroline pinched Bonnie once, Bonnie would pinch Caroline back twice. That meant they were going through with their plan. A Cherry Bomb was code for full come up, or a cash out.

"Right on."

"Code names only."

The girls walk into the dive bar near the motel they are in. They are fitted and perfectly disguised. They look like two women who have never had a drink in their lives. Caroline wears two pigtails and some glasses while Bonnie wears a messy bun with no make-up. They pretend to be lost and need of directions. Their clothes are conservative, and boring. Bonnie had a large purse on hand and she kept a tight clutch to it.

"Hey, what are a couple of sweet faces like ya'll doin in this sort of town?"

"Oh, we are lost, and we really just need to find our way to the nearest city."

"Oh sure, what's in it for me?" The big man with the full beard asks as he scratches his belly and pulls a toothpick out of his mouth. His hair looked greasy, and his trucker cap was stained all around the edges where the hat met his scalp. Bonnie felt instantly disgusted.

Caroline speaks up, so that she can avoid looking at his filthy trucker cap. "I suppose I can buy you a drink, kind sir." She bats her eyelashes and smiles innocently. Bonnie had to cover up her eye roll.

"Well I ain't never been one to turn down a cold one." He laughs, but begins to choke because he has horrible lungs they can tell, he is a chain smoker. "What about my buddy?"

"We really should be heading out sir, we can't stay too long. We need to make some money in the city."

"Money, say… I may have a way for you to make some money little lady."

Caroline lowers her clear glasses, "Sure, as long as it is enough money to get us to the city and stay in a hotel for a couple nights, what you got in mind?"

He whispers in her ear. Something tacky and tasteless, because within a few seconds she smacks him clear across his cheek.

SMACK!

"Fucking Pervert!" She yells. The man gets a rude awakening when she hits him and tries to bite back his tongue from saying something degrading. Another younger gentleman runs over from the pool tables and greets them.

"Ladies, ladies, I apologize for my cousin, Big John. He means no harm, he's just a terrible flirt. Say can I buy you ladies a drink?"

Both women take a pause and look at the young buck. He's ruggedly handsome and speaks with a bit of an accent. Not some Hick accent either. He sounds maybe Scottish, but he is country non-the-less, down to his belt buckle and boots. He has brown hair and killer blue eyes, and when he smiles, both girls are silenced.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Joanie, and this is Cherie." Caroline says.

"Pretty names for pretty faces. The names, Killian! But, my friends call me Mr. Hook."

"Wh- why do they call you Mr. Hook?" Bonnie asks nervously.

"It's a long story." He says innocently and laughs guiltily. "Let's just say I'm not a good guy. But, that's neither here nor there. For two beauties like you, I am a friendly face in this town. I know whatever there is to know. So would you like that drink?"

"Well, we are really just passing through, actually and I think it is best if we don't drink anything." Bonnie mentions.

"Oh well, I insist. I mean, it's customary to be friendly to our passersby, and we quite like you." He continuously insists.

"Listen, I said we don't want-"

Bonnie was cut off by Caroline. "Sure, handsome. I'll take a Jack'n coke. She don't drink. She'll just take a coke."

"We'll, if she don't drink, what does she do?" He looks at Bonnie and walks to her almost invading her space.

"I don't do… nothing."

"Feisty little devil aren't you? Well How about you come with me to the back room little Cherie, and I can find something for you to do."

"No thank you sir." Bonnie grabbed her wrist with her other hand. That was typically the sign that her ASD was going to start acting up .

"Uh, she really doesn't do to well with strangers, what is it that you want from us. All we want is directions out of here, and we are willing to pay you, if you let us go peacefully."

"Pay me, for directions? That's new. Well, How about just a kiss. One lousy kiss for a man who will never see two beautiful women like you walk into a dump like this again."

"You are awfully persistent aren't you?" Caroline asks.

"Well, I just know what I want."

"So a kiss, from the two of us?"

"Yes."

"Surely not in front of your friends here, right?"

"No we can go to the back room."

"Okay, deal!" Bonnie looks at Caroline in complete shock. They had a no kissing agreement. "How about if I kiss, and she watches?"

"No. The deal is a kiss from you both."

Caroline looks at Bonnie who is still clutching her wrist. Caroline gets ready to dispute, so she doesn't make Bonnie uncomfortable, but Bonnie reluctantly agrees.

"Deal!" Bonnie says, letting her wrist go. After all, the girls had been scoping this spot for a couple of days. They had a mission, and the role playing had to be believable. Sometimes they weren't exactly role playing, but they had become really good at understanding one another's triggers.

Killian leads the way to the back room, holding Caroline's hand, while she pulls Bonnie along. With a gentle squeeze of the hand, Caroline squeezes Bonnie's once. Bonnie gives a double squeeze to signal she is okay with the decision they made and plans to follow through. Once they get to the back room, Caroline sees another room where people are measuring out and weighing straight blow. Bingo. She thought.

"Okay, here we go. I know it's not exactly the Ritz Carlton, but you two don't mind right?"

"Certainly not, right Cherie?" Caroline asks.

"Sure." She looks around at the room. It is actually bigger than it would appear to be from the outside, and this man was definitely much more important than he let on. He had a shit load of dough, Bonnie was well trained on this, having grown up in Mystic Falls, and she could tell this little dive bar was just a cover up for some bigger scheme. She and Caroline might be in too deep right now. He's not some elitist, he's a cut throat, pirate she thought. This guy was dangerous. "You know, Joanie, we should go. The clock is ticking and we need to hit the city, before it's too late."

"Why the rush? You just got here after all." Killian's accent was now leading Bonnie to believe everything about him was dangerous and scary, and this little Hick town was the center of some huge drug cartel.

"I just don't think we should-" Just as she opens her mouth to speak another face follows suit closing the door behind him.

"William." Killian motions, "This is my brother ladies. To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"We have to get going. That meeting is important, we can't be late." William looks like the serious type. The type to overlook two girls like Bonnie and Caroline. But he was just as good looking as his brother. Both with heavy, foreign accents. Trying to cover up their dealings behind some skeevie, hick dive bar in the middle of butt fucked Egypt.

"I'll be with you in a few brother. Just a few minutes."

"Aye, hurry up." Scottish. That is what Bonnie thought about their accents.

As soon as William turns to walk out, he gives Bonnie the strangest look, as if he was saving her face to his memory bank. Bonnie found it strange and off-putting. He seemed scary in his own, strong, silent-type way. When Bonnie turned to finish business with Killian, he and Caroline were already putting in work. Caroline, was giving extra special treatment so Bonnie could take advantage of her time.

Bonnie watch Caroline's hand signal to grab what she could. Bonnie looked around quickly for any cameras, then silently leaned on the desk and pushed in some gram sized bags of coke into her purse, then she reached over to his cash count and grabbed about four stacks sitting in a drawer that was barely opened. Once she was done, she wasn't trying to be greedy, she stood up right and closed her purse. To keep him from getting weary of her withdrawal, Bonnie grabbed at Killian's shoulder and handed her bag to Caroline, when she looked at him she said, "I don't mean to be a bitch, but just like you, we are in a hurry." Then she prepped her mouth for the absolute thing she hated the most, grabbed him by his handsome scruffy face then pressed her lips to his. She didn't make an attempt to mix saliva, she was going to just kiss him gently, but his mouth was controlling and he opened hers with his tongue and kissed her something aggressive. He walked her against a wall and pinned her there, kissing her until she was out of breath. When he pulled up from her, he finished with another small kiss to the cheek.

"I like you, even if you are a bitch."

He lead the girls out of the office, but not before he noticed something strange. He looked at his desk and walked over to it slowly. Bonnie's heart started to race and she felt a deep rooted thump pulse through her entire body. Her right hand grabbed her left wrist and she began to breath hard. Caroline squeezed Bonnie's hand to signify they would be okay. Bonnie tried to keep her ASD in line, but at this moment she realized, this wasn't the type of man she wanted to rob. He wasn't the rich and fancy, elitist scum that had taken advantage of her. He was a crook just like her, getting by. Just more experienced, and probably ten times as dangerous.

He looked at his desk, then looked at the girls and back at his desk. Bonnie's fingers tightened grip on her wrists. She had never been so close to getting caught. Just as she was about to panic, his office door opens, "Kill, Let's go!"

Why did she barely notice Killian's short name was KILL?

"Here." Killian hands Caroline and Bonnie a joint. "It's on the house. You two need to loosen up." He smirks and winks.

Caroline laughs and looks to Bonnie whose wrist is scratched to pieces. When Killian sees Bonnie's wrist he grabs it, and says, "I'm sorry if I scared you. All I wanted was to steal a kiss from a couple of pretty faces." Then he kisses her wrist and then her hand. "Call me a thieving pirate. I hope to see you ladies again, sooner than later." He escorts them out and has them follow him to the highway, "I'll be going south, you keep North. You should hit the city in a few hours. Stay on the same highway."

"Okay, thank you Killian." Caroline says.

"Call me Mr. Hook."

"Does that make us friends?" She asks.

"I guess so." He winks and gets in a big old truck with Big John and Will. The Blue Ford truck with the license XL-John. Bonnie hated Ford. She stared on at the truck as she and Caroline hurriedly jumped into their own car to put as much space and distance between them and the Dive bar boys. A name they coined this group from this day forward. Bonnie and Caroline get in Barracuda, a third generation 1974 Black Chevy Nova Bonnie bought a week before she turned sixteen with her own money. Her grams took her to buy it. She matched Bonnie's saved money to her own, to purchase the car. It was a little run down, and in need of paint job. The muffler was loud and the windows sometimes got stuck when they were being rolled them up. There were no tints, which was a double bummer. The windshield wipers were shifty and the tires had the original hubcaps on them, from over thirty years ago. She loved her beat up old car. It was the same type of car that her grams bought when she was Bonnie's age. Grams was Bonnie's only real family. She died the day after Bonnie's sixteenth birthday of natural causes. The girls get in the car and take off, and don't speak a word until they get on the highway. They knew they weren't in the clear until the dive bar boys were driving in the opposite direction.

"OMG!" Caroline said.

"OMG, can't even do that moment justice. I fucking died in my skin Care!"

"I know right. I think that you were on the verge of fainting Bon. What the hell, you have to try to hold yourself together a bit better next time. Guys like that can read a scam a mile away."

"Except they didn't. They didn't even realize what was happening."

"I don't know. It was a bit nerve-wrecking. Thank God for his brother William, walking in when he did. We were about to be slit by our throats. So what did you come up on?"

"I don't know pull my bag up and count the money, I'm driving."

Caroline counted and looked like Bonnie had about 9 small gram bags and a couple of 8 balls.

"Fuck Bon, this is good to last us a few weeks, and you also got cash? Where was the cash? I didn't see cash."

"It was in a semi-closed drawer. I grabbed a few stacks."

"Yup. Bonnie, 40 grand. Atta girl."

"And all it cost me was a kiss on the lips, right?" She said facetiously.

"Bon, I am sorry you had to kiss him on the mouth. I know you hate that. I just… look, we are good for another month. Unless you want to live extremely meekly, then we can last longer and not have to do another hit for 2 months or so." Caroline says.

"Yeah, we are good. To be honest, I didn't want to take anything from him. He's not our target type Care. We need the Elite snobs, not the low life drug dealer. He's just like us, in a way. Just trying to survive."

"Right. So he should understand." Caroline says bluntly. "Everyone's gotta start somewhere."

"Yeah, I just hope he never figures it out. I never want to see those guys again." Bonnie admits though, "Although, I thought he was kind of cute, so was his brother."

"I know right. I didn't think you'd think so at first, you seemed so grossed out."

"No. I was just very intimidated. To be honest, the kiss wasn't half bad. He scared me a bit, but it was so dangerously, sexy. I think I enjoyed it more because of the situation we were in."

"So, what, does this mean we can do lips now? Are we marketing ourselves to full service now?"

"No, we are not hookers Care. No sex. I guess if you want to do mouth to mouth, it's up to you."

"Right. Well, all I can say is, life is good when you spend it with the ones you love. Another Cherry Bomb for the books!" Caroline laugh encouragingly and rolls the window down and screams "FREEDOM!"

The girls drive-away leaving the lowly town for good, and hopefully never running into the Dive bar boys, ever, ever again!

Off to the next town, the next scam, and the next come up.

So for those of you who follow OUAT (Once Upon a Time, that was Killian Jones/Captain Hook and William Scarlett/Knave of Hearts) They will make other appearances. In this story they are brothers, and huge Drug Lords. I didn't mark this a cross over, because I am not sure how much I will have of Killian and Will yet, but they will be back and there will be some hefty Salvatores in this story as well. definitely open for characters suggestions as well!

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Song- Cherry Bomb/The Runaways