A/N: thank you all sooo much for your reviews. They make me so happy. And I feel so bad for poor Anya.

The name of this chapter is a tribute to the song that partly inspired this fic.

'and in other new, the notorious Russian mob boss Borislav Glebovich also known as General Winter was sentenced to life in prison today with no possibility of parole. You may remember that Glebovich was found guilty of several charges of rape as well as assault of a minor several weeks ago. The trial made headlines all over the country due to the graphic testimony by a 15 year old girl whose name was not released to the public-'

"Mattie change it. This station sucks." Alfred whined as he reached towards the dial on the radio. Matthew scowled at his twin and swatted his hand away. He didn't need this kind of distraction while he was driving especially while it was raining.

"God damnit Alfred. Great I missed it. Thanks a lot."

"What did I do?" he replied in a rather annoying dejected tone.

"Haven't you ever heard not to distract the driver? Besides they were talking about the trial. You know you should really be more courteous. I mean I'm the one who has to drive you across town just so you can get your damn MacDonald's. And you kno-"

"You talking about that trial with the Russian chick?" Alfred asked trying to cut his brother off before he got into another 'you-know-that-fast-food-is-bad-for-you' rant, which would lead to some 'you-should-probably-lose-some-weight' nagging.

"Her name is Anya. And yes." Matthew bit down on his lip. "I wonder what happened to her. She spoke out against the Russian mob. She might be in danger. I'd hate to see her back in the hospital or worse the morgue."

"Something tells me that you may be seeing her sooner than expected." Matthew looked over at his brother to ask what he meant, only to see that he was staring out the window. It took Matthew a second to register what he was seeing but he managed to recognise the long platinum blond hair.

He slammed on the brakes sending the car skidding across the wet surface, but Matthew managed to regain enough control to steer into an alley. As soon as the car stopped, he took off towards the familiar figure standing on the other side of the alley. He grabbed the girl's shoulder, probably more rough than he should, but right now there was only. "Anya you're ok!" he practically screamed. The Russians violet eyes widened in shock as she turned to look him in the eyes.

He was just about to hug the girl, when he felt something roughly shove him back. He could feel his back hit the rough brick of the wall and felt a harsh grip on his neck. "WHAT THE HELL? THINK YAH CAN JUS' BURST IN 'ERE AND TAKE WHAT YAH WANT? WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YAH, SHE'S MI BITCH!" Matthew clutched at the hands that encircled his neck as the deranged man started to try and smash his head against the wall.

"Get your hands off my brother you dick!" Matthew cringed slightly as Alfred smashed the bat that he kept under the seat against the man's head. The attacker collapsed to the ground clutching his head. "Matt are you alright?" Alfred asked his shocked twin. Matthew just stared at him horrified for a moment before something seemed to click in his mind.

"Oh ya I'm fine. You go back to the car." Alfred looked at him quizzically as his twin pushed past him. The Canadians footsteps echoed down the alley as he slowly approached the young girl hiding behind a trash can. "Anya? Are you ok?" The girl just looked up at him with fear and shock reflected in her violet irises. He gave her the best reassuring smile that he could muster and extended his hand to help her up. "Come on let's get you out of the rain."

Reluctantly, Anya took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. As he did, Matthew noticed something. He grabbed her sleeve and started to push it up. Under the fabric there were several clear fresh injection marks on her arm. Matthew eyes widened. "Are you…?" the Russian hung her head not looking him in the eyes as her wet blond hair covered most of her face. "Anya…no…how could you…? Any look at me." He gently cupped the girls face and turned it up so that he was looking her in the eyes. "I wish you could understand. I wish I could tell you that I don't want to see you do this anymore. Anya I want you to have a better life. Please, please understand." Matthew replied practically begging as tears started to slide down his cheeks mixing with the rain drops on his face. He stared deeply into her eyes for some sort of sign, some little spark of recognition that showed that she knew that he was here now, that she didn't need this anymore.

To his surprised, Anya lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his torso choking out what little English she knew. "Please…Matvey…help me." She said wrapping her arms tighter around him. Matthew held her close and stroked her soaked her hair.

"It's alright. I'm here now. You don't have to go back." He said trying to comfort her through his own sobs. He didn't care that the rain was pouring down. Right now, she was the only one that mattered.

A/N: ya I know that its short, but I'll have another one up sooner. I mentioned that this chapter is named after a song, but I forgot to put it in the top note. That song is 'Standing in the Rain' by Billy Talent. Also the movie Eastern Promises played a big role.