Author's Note: I've discovered that my brain provides all sorts of drabbles, but then wanders off to amuse itself elsewhere. I have the hardest time sometimes dragging it back to browbeat it into submission. Soooo, instead of fighting it this time, I just decided to put this little image that struck me out of nowhere up as a drabble.


For a moment he felt the impact of the wall, hard and unexpected against his back. Then all he could register were her hands smoothing across his chest and dragging his head to hers; a fierce kiss pressing against his mouth; the sweet scent of cherries.

He blinked and widened his eyes

This.. could.. not.. be.. happening.

But his arms came up just to make sure she was real. Just to wipe the image of her falling to the ground in the parking lot; just to forget the sharp crack of gunfire; just to keep his heart beating and his blood from freezing.

She growled his name and it snapped him back to the fact that she was alive and that she was kissing him.

Thank God for bullet proof vests.