Mrs. Parker walks through the crowded grocery store, trying to find at least a little bit of food for herself. As she fights her way through the canned fruit aisle she sees a can of peaches sitting there. She picks it up and reads the label to herself. "McDowen's Candied Peaches." The name sounds familiar to her but she can't place it. Suddenly, it hits her.

"Did you remember my peaches, Mama?" She hears Bonnie's voice in her mind. She can practically see her baby smiling up at her from her spot on the couch, writing in her little journal.

"Mama!" She remembers Bonnie's whine when she would get the wrong brand. "I said "McDowen's, not Macklewen's!"

"I'm sorry, Baby." She would say. "I won't forget again."

Mrs. Parker continues to walk through the crowded aisles, her precious peaches clutched under her arm.

It's been 3 weeks since the funeral, and she can still see Bonnie everywhere she goes. She sees her in her favorite flowers, in the groups of young girls crowded around the boutiques, and in the little girls that clutch their mama's hands as they cross streets. She still remembers the stab of protectiveness when she first met that man. She would be lying if she said she didn't hold hostility against Clyde Barrow from ripping her baby from her so soon.

Even now, she still can't find it in her to forgive him, no matter his intentions with her or her daughter. Bonnie was her only family, of course she was protective. She was a widow who was trying to raise her daughter all on her own. It was only natural.

If she closes her eyes long enough, she can still remember the last time she saw Bonnie. She looked so thin, so scared, and so tired. She was still beautiful, but she no longer had that youthful, hopeful glow that her mother admired so much.

She remembers clutching her girl and holding her tight, not wanting her to slip out of her sight. Tears slip from her eyes as the memory comes back to her in the middle of the produce stand.

"I'm here, Baby." She says, rubbing Bonnie's back as they embrace. "Everything's alright now."

"Oh, Mama." Bonnie says, practically leaning into her mother's touch after being away from it for so long. "I've missed you so much, Mama."

"Listen to me, Bonnie." Mrs. Parker says, grabbing her daughter by her shoulders to look into her eyes. "I've talked to Ted and the other officers, they don't want to hurt you. If you turn yourself in now, the most you can get is a 5 year sentence. I can get you a lawyer-."

"No, Mama!" Bonnie interrupts, breaking free from her mother's grasp. "I am not gonna leave Clyde! He is my everything! Without him, I might as well be dead!"

"Don't you talk like that!" Her mother yells, reaching out and grabbing her arm, not wanting to release her yet. Her expression softens as she tries to reason with her. "Baby, we can get you a lawyer, this doesn't have to end bloody!"

"After everything we've done, it's gonna end that way, no matter what, Mama!" Bonnie cries, tears filling her eyes, making them glisten in the moonlight. "I love him! And he loves me. We can't leave each other, and we can't start a family! We are in a stalemate with fate, do you realize that? We can't get married, we can't get jobs, we can't have babies of our own, because of what we do. We have a dug a hole so deep with the law, the only way to get out of it is our deaths. I have wanted children with that man, but at this point, it's just not possible."

She pauses, sliding to the floor of the dusty porch and crying her eyes out. Immediately, her mama's arms wrap around her and she strokes her hair, shushing her. Suddenly, a whistle in the distance makes Bonnie look up. "That's Clyde." She says and stands up, breaking free from her mother once again. "I have to go, Mama."

"Bonnie, please don't leave me!" She cries, trying to hold on for 2 more seconds. "Please, turn yourself in!"

"Clyde wants me to give you this." Bonnie says, thrusting a thick envelope into her mother's hands, ignoring the second, more impatient whistle coming from the forest. "I promise, we'll be together again soon, but I need to tell you something. I don't know how much more time I've got, so please, just let me get this out." She cries, quieting her hysterical mother. "When they kill us-." She pauses to hush her mother once more before continuing. "When they kill us, please, go on with your life. I love you, Mama, but ever since Daddy died it's been the 2 of us. You looking after me and me looking after you. It's time you started to live on. Go on dates, make some friends, go to work. Please, don't sit around mourning me and Daddy. I don't want you to waste your life like that. I have to go, but I promise, we'll see each other soon. I love you, and I'll write!" With one last kiss, she breaks away and runs to the trees, leaving her mother sitting there on the porch, crying out for her baby.

"No! Don't leave me, please! Bonnie!"

And with the rev of an engine, she was gone.

If I would have known that was our last time together, I would have dragged her into that house. She thinks as the woman wraps up her food in paper bags for her. I would have locked her up myself if I had to. She gives the woman the money and leaves, distracted by thoughts of her daughter. As she passes, she hears a group of woman outside the market talking.

"I heard one woman got $100 dollars for a locket of Bonnie Parker's hair." One of them says, making Mrs. Parker flinch. "Can you imagine how much more you could get?"

"If I was her mother, I would be ashamed." Another woman chimes in. "Can you imagine? Your child running away with some criminal?"

"I bet it was the fact she didn't have her father." A blonde haired woman throws in her two cents. "He died when she was young, so her mother had to raise her on her own. Classic case of bad parenting and Daddy issues."

She turns to confront them, but a hand on her shoulder stops her. She turns and sees a woman, a little older than her, standing there, looking at her with pity. "Are you Bonnie's mother?" She asks, her eyes hopeful. Mrs Parker nods, confused why this woman knew her Bonnie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You and your daughter are so alike." She says, and looks away, as if lost in a memory. "I remember when I first met her. She was shy at first, but she soon warmed up to us. She was so kind and so intelligent." She pauses, and turns to look at Mrs. Parker. "I'm sure you're very proud."

She nods, smiling at the older woman. "I'm guessing you're Clyde's mother?"

"I'm his mama, yes." She says, with a sad smile. "He was my boy. His brother had already gone and gotten married, but Clyde, he was my baby. He would come by and give us some money every once and a while. Bonnie usually waited in the car, or went to one of the convenience stores nearby before she started getting noticed."

"How have you been?" She asks, quietly, not wanting to upset her new friend.

"It's been difficult, losing two boys at once, not to mention having an entire town of people shove it in your face everywhere you turn. But, I've been able to push on. That's what they would have wanted. Bonnie told me so last time I saw her."

"She told me too." She whispers, avoiding Mrs. Barrow's gaze. Suddenly, she felt the same feathery touch on her shoulder, making her look up.

"If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you, Mrs. Parker." She says, looking at her with a sad smile. "I can't wait to get to know you."

And with that, she turned and left her standing there with her groceries.

A.N~ Guys! Okay, so I've decided to make this a multi-chap fic instead of a one-shot! I think it'll give me a chance to introduce more characters and try to develop them even more! I love writing these kind of stories, and I can't wait to continue! Let me know who you guys want me to include next chapter, and I'll try to make it happen! I know that this is not really well known category of fanfictions, but I'm ready to let make it famous! I love you guys, and I hope you are ready to support me in this endeavor! Can't wait to continue, hope you enjoy!