Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target. At All. If I did, they'd still be playing the damn show and I'd have changed up some things here and there ^^ I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in my stories... And my imagination when it lets me rule it.

Authoress Note: These are just basically a bunch of one-shots and ideas that come to my mind. I am doing this for the couple that has taken a place in my top five fav couples for this fandom, so yes these will all be about a single pairing. Please enjoy~

Extra Note: Got the idea from the song Shot by The Rasmus. I love this song and it just fits Chance a lot. I'll take the shot for you/ I'll be the shield for you/ Needless to say/ I'll stand in your way/ I'll take the shot for you/ I'll give my life for you/ I'll make it stop/ I'll take the shot/ For you.

And I really feel this song represents what Chance would be willing to do for his clients… But mostly what he'd be willing to do for someone he loves/strongly feels for. Idk. Maybe I'm looking too much into it.

Shot

You ever like been in a car crash? Not like one of those crashes where you accidently rammed into someone and you're left thinking "God that was so fucking stupid!". No I mean one of those crashes where one minute everything is normal and then time seems to slow down as you throw up your arms and wait for the impact and then as soon as you hit what your cars aimed for time like speeds up and blurs together to the point of meshed colors. You ever been in one of those?

Me neither… But I have heard a lot about them. And like the experience that they explain… Well I feel like I understand that now. I understand that heart dropping, gut chilling, feeling. I understand what it's like to watch everything slow down and you can't move or do anything. And I like get what it's like to watch that slow motion speed-up to the point you can't tell what the hell is going on!

You feel helpless… I felt helpless. All I could do was stare wide eyed, scream, and fall to the ground and crawl to him. He was bleeding. It was like a lot of blood and I thought he was already dead! I tried to drag him away from the psycho that shot him as he approached us. He was covered in bruises and burnt and shot at – Hell he was fucking bleeding out his mouth as he approached us . He had a gun at us and I could only scream at him to get away when BAM! Chance's body jerked up and a bullet landed in the guys chest!

"Holy fuck!" was all I could gasp as the guy made a choking sound before he crashed back and dropped, dead before he hit the ground! Chance was breathing heavily, his face pulled in satisfaction and pain before he slumped back to the ground. I shook and screamed for Guerrero and Winston – who were on the other side of the parking lot the shooting had been taking place in – to hurry up and get to them.

"Don't die! Don't die, OK?" I sputtered like an idiot. But I couldn't help it. I had never been this close to the action. I had never been used as a double like this. Sure I pretended to be Ilsa once, but I had never been running with Chance and pretending to be the scared client clinging to him. And I had never seen anyone get shot. Not even that time when I so saved Guerrero from getting killed had I seen anyone get shot. The guy had been dead when I got up. I hadn't seen him die.

It was terrifying. There was so much blood and Chance could be dying and I didn't know what to do besides keep pressure on the wound. I did and tried not to hurt him as he I rested his head on my lap. "Why did you do that, dumbie?" I choked out through my sobs as he gave me this goofiest, boyish, grin that I wanted to smack and hug him for at the same time! How could he be smiling? He'd gotten shot in the chest! "Why did you jump infront of me! I have a vest!"

He just furrowed his brow and gave a shrug, grunting as his movement shifted the wound under my hands. "I forgot," he said, as if it was no big deal and a simple mistake… What? How do you forget something like that? He fucking helped me put the stupid smelly thing on! God what was wrong with him! "You're such a dumbass," I choked out, shaking my head as Guerrero and Winston rounded on them in the van, Guerrero jumping out with a medical kit before the van even came to a hault.

He slid down next to us and shook his head. "Dude, seriously?" he grumbled, sounded annoyed. As if he was annoyed that Chance was wasting his time by getting shot. The two shared a look that I just couldn't understand – like there was some kind of secret they didn't want everyone else to know – before I was told to push down harder on the wound as Guerrero went to work at quickly removing the bullet before the cops showed up.

-0-

We made it back to the office an hour later with Chance being carried in by Winston and placed on the couch so he could be cleaned and bandaged. I felt exhausted and totally needed to just crash… But I didn't want to leave Chance until he was all stitched up and OK.

Guerrero finished up a call on his cell before going to work on Chance's chest. "Good news, dude, Lee says she'll be able to patch you up. Bad news? She's gonna be awhile," he explained as he grabbed a needle and thread and handed Chance a piece of wood. The blonde sighed and took the wood and bit down on it and I barely had time to look away as Guerrero began to ram a needle through the pulled skin and start to sew it all up. Oh gross!

I looked away and shuddered but didn't leave the room. I could hear Chance hiss and grumble through the piece of wood and I wanted to feel bad for him. But at the same time I was so mad at him. If hadn't stupidly jumped in front of her like he had he wouldn't have gotten hurt! God men could be so stupid.

"OK Dude. Don't move," Guerrero told him as he tied off the thread and stood up, throwing the needle into his tackle box before closing it and taking it to the kitchen. I was glad Ilsa wasn't here… I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have liked Guerrero using the kitchen to clean off his tools.

"hey? You OK?" I blinked and tilted my head down to look at Chance as he tilted his head up to raise a brow at him, a concerned look on his face. I didn't say anything and he just gave a small grin. "Just a scratch. Don't worry about it," he said, and I wanted to just scream. I glared at him and pushed myself up from my seat, I made to walk past him and to the kitchen, only for him to sit up and grab my wrist. He flinched and growled, laughing lightly as he held my wrist and fell back. "That hurt," he grumbled as I stared at his hand then at him… And felt my breath catch. He was giving me the softest and open look I'd ever seen on him. Why? Why was he so calm about this? Did he like getting shot?

"You know I'd do it again, right?" he said as he released my wrist once he was sure I wasn't going to leave. "I had a vest on," I said, my voice just above a whisper. Chance just shrugged and again flinched as it moved his wound. "Yeah. I know that. But what if the bullet hadn't hit the vest?" he began, tapping a finger against my stomach, the vest still on underneath. "I've been shot a lot. I'm use to the pain. I'm the human target," he smirked, as if what he said was an allusion to some inner joke.

I nodded as my mouth dried and my heart beat through my chest as I quickly walked off to the kitchen. I pulled off my jacket and removed the vest as Guerrero finished with his tool and started reorganizing his tackle box. I sat down at the kitchen bar and grumbled about men being confusing. Guerrero raised a brow at me but said nothing as we remained in silence.

"For the record," Guerrero cut in through the silence as he shut his tackle box to leave, "he remembered you had the vest the whole time. Might want to think on that." And with that he left… Leaving me even more confused than I already was.

R & R Plz :]

So instead of making Chance the clueless one, I went and made Ames the clueless one cause lets face it she can be VERY clueless at times in the show and I think that if the show had gone on and IF Chance had started to show an interest in Ames, it would fly right over her head BECAUSE she wouldn't suspect HIM to like HER.

At least that's what I think :]