AN - Written originally for Faeworld at LJ for the prompt Kenzi's past. Not for profit, I don't own anything, if I did Dyson would always be naked, well more than he is now. Any mistakes are mine and there may be loads as I've only seen each ep once.
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It was meant to be a simple job. Get in, get out, no-one gets hurt and they would finally have a good Christmas.
But as Kenzi looked around at her so called friends, one on the floor, the other waving a gun and yelling, she wondered how she'd ever managed to find herself here.
Davey had come up with the plan, the gun was for show, just to scare him. They staked out the place and knew no-one would be there, after all, who'd be in a petrol station on Christmas day?
They had loads of food left over, sweets and Christmas cakes, all just going to waste, it hadn't taken much for her to be convinced they deserved to take what would just be thrown away.
But the oh so simple plan quickly turned to a nightmare as the owner pulled a gun, shooting Steve before taking a bullet in the shoulder from Davey.
Now, with blood everywhere and people yelling, Kenzi decided enough was enough, it was time to move on, find a new city and new friends and try to do something with her life.
One week later she walked into a bar, lifted a few wallets, enough to help her get by and a mysterious woman changed her life, forever.