Prohibited

by Saints-Fan-12

The roaring 20s, tango partners, and two bosses way over their heads. Sandy just wanted to make a living for herself in Talfryn, even if it meant illegal shipments, a hit here and there. Shadow was born into it, no crime too big or small if it meant he'd get paid. Dawn and Sparrow clashing over alcohol shipments, one at tango practice. Will they stay rivals or become more?

2. Chapter 2

Heat 1

A/N: Now that my existential crisis is over, here's chapter 2! And with ya know actual history this time. I hope you all enjoy it! Also not really a Christmas fic, but it's the least I could do for JediAnnSolo and klaudiapasqui for the amazing inspiration they've given me throughout the year.

Sandy had two things on her mind today. One: her new dance partner. Two: if Static would show up on time. He was supposed to meet her at the docks half an hour ago and she hadn't seen his blue tail yet.

"Sorry I'm late, there were a couple of—"

"Doesn't matter," Sandy said, heading towards one of the incoming ships. "Just help me with the cargo."

One thing down, one more to go. Her new partner.

And boss of the Dawn syndicate. Just her luck to be stuck with Shadow of all people to dance with. Sandy was more surprised that he was good at it more than anything and then had the nerve to act like he wasn't encroaching on her shipments. The last one went missing and Static swore up and down that it was Shadow or at least one of his goons, so they shouldn't take any chances.

After all, cops started watching the harbor in the day time, switching out at night and sending anyone that didn't look like a sailor or stockbroker back home. Which is why she was wearing her brother's suit.

The only thing she had close to home besides phone calls. Especially all the way out in Talfryn.

"Boss. Sandy," Static said, looking at her after the last barrel was loaded into the truck.

She hummed, grabbing his hand as she pulled herself into the truck.

Speakeasies were a sanctuary. They weren't too hard to find if you knew who to talk to, secret enough to keep away from the cops, and the only place Shadow had any peace.

"Think about it this way," one of his men started, blowing smoke. "they go to nationals and that kitten of his comes back to nothing."

"She's not my woman and we'll both be coming back to nothing if you guys don't work on those cops snooping around." Shadow said, dealing cards.

It didn't help that the Institute was on his case as well. He had an appointment coming up and he had to make it look like he was doing something legal.

Dancing was the easiest cover up and not as bad as Shadow thought. Three years down the line and both professions were smooth sailing.

Now the real fun could begin.