The main problem with being on a spaceship, besides everything, is the fact there is no alcohol or drugs here. That meant I had to deal with dreams instead of my usual dead sleep thanks to trying to kill my liver. Sleep has never been my friend; nightmares always come at me with a vengeance. Ma mere always told me it was my conscience trying to talk to me. My conscience was an asshole.

"Did you hear that asshole Donnie? He said I was his girl." Lin's voice faded out. I could barely make her out in the trunk.

"Lin, come on. Lin, wake up. Please." My side burned where Sharp shot me, stealing my breath as I tried to undue my binding. The car was filling with water and I could feel panic threatening to over take me. "Lin!" My voice was high and pitiful as I nudged her with my knee to no response. I worked at the ties, managing to pull them tighter before slamming them into my ass until they popped. I reached out, shaking her to no avail. "I'm sorry." I whispered before pulling the emergency latch on the trunk. Water rushed in, threatening to drown me. It felt like hours before I reached the surface and even longer before I reached land. I reached in my pocket, hoping that my cell was still working but alas it too was dead. A hysterical giggle escaped, threatening to take me over. I pressed my hand into my wound, hoping to slow down my blood loss as I made my way down the sidewalk. I didn't know where I was off hand, no one passed by me, not even a damn squirrel. Finally I found a lone payphone and sent a prayer to the gods that it still worked. I couldn't call the police. I racked my brain for any number I knew and could only come up with one. Cursing myself for not knowing anyone else's, I was going to get it later for not knowing my boyfriend's, I called him collect.

"The fuck, Ang, do you have any idea how much collect costs? I'll call you back." I stared at the phone in disbelief. That cheap bastard. I slammed the receiver down hard than I should have and glared at it. I was going to skin him the next time I saw him. It took nearly ten minutes before he called back. "Ang? Come on, the fuck you call if you're not going to talk?" I bit my lip and uttered a phrase I hadn't since primary school.

"Johnny, I need help." I almost smiled as I heard noise in the background cut out, he must have pulled that overpriced car of his over.

"Angelique!" It took me a moment to realize he was calling my name. "The hell is going on?"

"Sharp killed Lin." I couldn't stop the sob from escaping. "I'm losing a lot of blood."

"Look hold on, I'll be right there." I left my legs lose the battle with gravity and the ground surged at me.

My hand flew up to stop the fall, only for me to smack myself in the face as I woke up. I rubbed my now sore cheek as I turned over. Being in Johnny's nightmare must have drug up that particular past. Lin's death had hit me hard. Up until that point, playing gangbanger had been just a game. Taking back the row really hadn't mattered to me all that much, I was having too much fun hanging with people who didn't mind my inner psycho. She had been one of the few female Saints around, we had gotten along great. I changed after that day. I bottled up my emotions and let my inner psycho take the reins. I became more ruthless, there was no more time for games. If you didn't get out of my way, you died. After I took control of the Saints, pretty much everyone was happy with the new attitude, especially Johnny.

I hopped out of my makeshift bed and headed to the showers. I needed to cool off, thinking about Lin always lead me to thinking about Carlos, which always lead to other deaths. I turned the water on cold, blasting away my nightmares. I was trebling and my skin was bluish when I finally stepped out of the shower. I pulled on the much hated jumpsuit, ready to trade in Asha's life just for a decent outfit and underwear. I made my way through the ship checking on the crew. Kinze was asleep, her mouth open and drooling on her keyboard. I would have moved her but I learned from the last time when she punched me. Pierce was playing what passed for a video game out here; he tipped his hat to me and went back to his game. Shaundi was curled up on the couch, CID in her arms. I did not want to know. Asha was busy working out. It really was the only thing she ever did. King and Keith were in the cockpit shooting the shit. I honestly think that if Earth hadn't gone boom, the two of them would have run for office. More power to them, being president had sucked ass. I found Matt in the back as always, he too was sleeping, looking like a little emo angel. I undid his scarf as I always worried he was going to strangle himself in his sleep.

"So what's this I hear about you been president?" I nearly jumped out of my skin at Johnny's voice. He sat on top of a pile of crates, playing with a knife that looked suspiciously like mine. "I mean, how the hell did you manage that? Did the accent just pass everyone by?"

"Technically, I am as American as you. You wouldn't believe the bullshit I went through after being elected. I guess no one really believed people would vote for me. Republicans loved me because of my guns; democrats love me because of my drug and sex policies." I shrugged. "They loved me in theory but in practice not really. At least they can't impeach me now." He laughed before jumping down to stand before me. He was one of the few men I didn't tower over; it was nice to see eye to eye with someone. He stood close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him. I wanted to lean into him and let that heat warm me.

"What happened after, you know?"

"What didn't happen? Shaundi broke; every red cent we made was just gone. We had to start from scratch again. Shit was crazy." I shrugged. "I had to get a new crew, took almost six people to make up for the loss of you."

"I'm that important huh?"

"Johnny."

"I've missed that, only you say my name like that." I stood there awkwardly staring at him. He bit his lip in an unbearably sexy way as his eyes traveled over me. The air was charged between us and I wanted to reach out to him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. "I'm heading to bed. Night Ang." I stood there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened?