Hello! Here is chapter 10. I've definitely focused on Matt and Calder's relationship in this chapter, I'd appreciate it if you let me know if you liked that or would you prefer the Killbane war story line to remain more prominent.

Chapter Ten- Comedy of Errors

"Fuck. No. You're a fuckin' asshole."

"Come on, Shaundi. It's for one day!"

"Let me remake the point I just made. Fuck. No."

"Not a point, that is just you bein' a pussy!"

"Come a little closer and let me punch the smirk off your face!"

Pierce and Oleg leaned over the couch to speak to Matt, all the while their eyes still on the argument. "So… Matt, what the fuck is goin' on here?!" The Brit looked round and sighed though he had a very amused expression on his face.

It was early morning, everyone had finally slept and the boss hadn't had another episode, or maybe he had and he just hadn't said, with that thought Matt eyed Calder with concern but he seemed happy enough laughing at Shaundi's attempts to threaten him.

"Well, he had a plan, which was to take a few of the Saints, including Shaundi, and dress them as Deckers and send them to Luchadore territory to get intel to take Killbane down. Calder seems insistent on pinning them, the Luchadores, and picking them off one by one until it's just Killbane." The Brit explained, it was a decent plan, Shaundi would have disagreed had she been able to read his mind.

"Hey, that isn't a bad plan… I mean, if he pulls it off and we leave Killbane with no one this could be over before we know it!" Pierce seemed pleased with the plan, but it was probably because he wasn't yet involved.

Oleg, however, seemed apprehensive.

"I think perhaps we should choose another to go in Shaundi's place. If we need intel we can ask Kinzie, she has a whole world at her finger tips, she could tell you where Killbane was every second of the da- why are you laughing into your sleeve like that?" The Russian gave Matt a confused look. Matt was indeed laughing quietly into his sleeve as Oleg spoke, finally he looked up with a rather bemused smile.

"She won't help up, not when I'm involved." Pierce nodded at this before standing properly again to watch Calder and Shaundi argue over the plan. It hadn't ended or broken off.

"Come ooooon, Shaundi, I wouldn't trust anyone else to do this."

"Fuck. You. Fuck all this."

"Fuck! Seriously, you are fuckin' this up with your whinin'. The amount of shit I do for you and you're bitchin' about this? What the fuck, Shaundi?!" The argument had escalated from playful to angry and possibly on the brink of violent and the last thing they needed was uneasy and disruption in the ranks.

Rather than wasting time walking around the couch, Pierce, hopped over it and separated the two with a smile. "Come on, guys, no need to get so angry, it's kinda unpleasant to see you guys fightin' you need to work together. We all have the dame goals, man." With this said he backs away from them both, Shaundi just shakes her head turning away from them, seemingly no fight left within her.

Calder sighed heavily, that much was true, they all wanted an easier life and they'd get that if they worked together and got rid of Killbane… problem was the gang didn't always see eye to eye, if everyone agreed 100% of the time they wouldn't have taken over the majority of the city.

Steelport would be theirs.

With hands balled in to fists and a look of determination on his face, Calder turned to the saints, most stood expectantly awaiting to be addressed by their intrepid leader. They counted on him to give them the plans and the gall to do some of the stupidest things they'd ever heard in their lives. Calder was a mess of ideas and intelligence wrapped up in a ball of defiance covered in a skin so thick it could have been dragon hide. He would fight the war and he win, damn it, he'd win!

"Look, we've worked our way up from the bottom, guys. We started with nothin', just street punks wagin' wars we couldn't even finish. There is one thing standing in our way and we can't even agree on how to end it." He clenched his fists tighter as he eyed those that stood before him, some shuffled nervously others only nodded in agreement.

"If no one is gunna try, why should I? This won't end until either the Saints or the Luchadores are dead. Which is it gunna be? Us or them?" Finally he looked round to Shaundi, she had a clear look of recognition on her face as though she finally, begrudgingly, accepted what she had to do.

"For fuck- just get me the outfit before I change my fuckin' mind." Calder only grinned as he patted her on the back, it was better not to say anything to her, not even a thank you. Shaundi was… fickle with those kinds of things. It was better to remain silent than have her talons slice you a new one.

Matt watched as the Saints boss practically glowed with victory, it may very well be short lived but it was something to keep up morale, the task ahead could make or break them and should they lose such an important member to the enemy… Matt wasn't sure Calder would carry on with his crusade, no matter how much he was persuaded.

As he thought this Calder directed his smile at him and he looked away.

Brace yourself, Matty boy. You are 10000% in love with that goofball and you seem to be 10000% ok with that… but does-

"Hey Matt, come on we got some stuff to do."

Doubt niggled at him as he got to his feet and moved towards Calder, the redhead was still smiling, his arm extended out to him, an inviting scene but… what if this was the last moment they had together? What if the next time Matt saw him he was pale, lying still on the pavement spattered with blood, not a single breath in his body?

It'd do you no good to think that way. He'll be fine- he survived falling out of a damned plane! He would be fine… he will be fine… right?

Calder noticed Matt's unusual silence as they headed down to the garage, he nudged the teen with his elbow, when the Deckers boss looked up at him he offered him a smile but Matt didn't seem to see it he had an almost haunted look in his eyes.

"Jesus, Matt… are you ok?"

"What if you die?" The question had been circling around his mind for a while but this was the first time he voiced it, at that Calder ran a hand through his hair looking, somewhat, sheepish.

"Ah- yeah… good question but I guess the only answer I have for you is that… I'd die. It isn't what you want to hear, I know, but it's the truth. If I die I die. Why?" Tacking on the question at the end was lazy and in reality he was kind of regretting adding it on, he didn't want to know why Matt had asked that because it let to more awkward conversation and the elevator had nearly reached the garage and this was not a conversation for a car ride.

"What do you mean why? Why do you thi- it doesn't matter." No, now was not the time to spring something like 'I love you' on him, perhaps it was just the fact they were headed into a dangerous situation at some point, wasn't that the time you told someone you loved them or was that just the stupidity of movies?

With a huff he climbed into the passenger's seat of Calder's Criminal, it was painted to look discreet, nothing like the other cars he owned that were painted the saints colours and emblazoned with their gang sign, thankfully.

Matt was sure he would never live it down if one of his Deckers saw him in a Saints car.

Changing the subject quickly would be a good idea, as Calder drove Matt stared out of the window, the route seemed unfamiliar. "Where are we going?"

"Kinzie's warehouse."

"W-what?!"

"Don't worry, she probably already knows I'm on my way over with you. If she really wanted to kill you you'd be dead already, so just relax." Matt held back a snarky reply and instead merely glared angrily at Calder who seemed not to notice it or he was purposely ignoring the life stealing gaze of the hacker.

"I hate you."

"Yeh well I am pretty sure you were thinking the opposite earlier."

"This is not a car conversation."

"Ok, but you know… it could be if it is on your mind." Calder offered gently, he kept his eyes on the road, it was safer that way, looking at Matt meant seeing the emotions the teen had on display and he didn't think he was totally ready for something like that, not when they were heading to see Kinzie, who likely had the car bugged.

"No, thanks. There isn't anything to talk about, not really."

Matt's reply cut him deep, not that he would admit such, he'd expected at least a blush and some stuttering before being called a dolt or an idiot, but no such was forth coming and instead the quick, cold reply was left hanging in the air as they headed towards Kinzie.

"Oh, right…OK."