Author's Note: This is the request I got in the form of a review, and I'm glad you requested this because I hadn't thought of this idea for Johnny and Aisha. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this oneshot/drabble, and please, continue to leave the requests.

Introductions

Johnny and Aisha met in the way back when. Before she signed on with kingdom come records and the vice kings, before she was an r&b star, and before she made it big in the music industry. Aisha used to hang around the church on the row a lot, but that was only because it was where she was from, and she knew Dex and Julius. They welcomed her there, because she was like family.

It was when the saints were just starting up, when she came across the man known as Johnny Gat. And Johnny, well hell, he had just been canonized. He joined the saints because he was tired of gang activity in his district, and he wanted something to be done about it. After being recruited by Troy, he had been brought back to the church, so that he could officially join the saints. The canonizing wasn't so bad if Johnny was being honest with himself. It was after that when the hard part began, because now, as a new member of the third street saints, he'd have to prove himself to be useful and loyal.

He brushed off his purple shirt as he walked into the church, wanting to get out of the sun, and that's the very first time he saw her. Aisha was sitting at one of the many tables inside the church, listening to a boom box that sat near by, humming along to whatever song she knew on the radio. She was decked in purple, clearly representing the row, and sipping on some kind of drink. She was too pretty to be in a fucking gang, that was his very first thought. So what the hell was she doing here?

She must have heard him come in, because her brown eyes drifted, and landed on Johnny. "Did you make it in?" She inquired, her voice clear.

Gat was more rude back then, so he answered, "Fuck yeah."

Aisha gave a small smile as Johnny walked over to the table that she was sitting at, "What's your name?" She asked him, once he approached her.

"Johnny..." He trailed off. "Johnny Gat."

"It's nice to meet you, Johnny Gat..." The way she said his name was enough to drive him totally insane. "I'm Aisha." She introduced as she stood up from the table. He was so much taller than her, so she found herself looking up at the man she had just met. It was a pretty name for an equally pretty girl, Johnny concluded, and he knew already that he liked Aisha. There was just something about her, and he didn't know what, but he liked it. "You know you're bleeding, right?" She asked, snapping the man out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"Your forehead is bleeding and your lip looks pretty busted up." She replied.

Johnny wiped his forehead with his hand, and sure enough, there was blood. "Shit." He muttered.

Aisha laughed slightly, "Sit down, I got you." She walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed one of the many first aid kits that someone had brought after stealing an ambulance a while back. Johnny obliged and sat on the table, waiting for Aisha to return. He'd humor her, let her take care of his injuries. After all, maybe later they'd be able to introduce each other a little more formally. Johnny couldn't help but to smirk at that thought. When Aisha returned, she opened up the first aid kit, and pulled out some peroxide and bandages. Even with Johnny sitting, he was still taller than her so she had to look up at him. "I'm gonna have to take off your glasses." She said.

"Go ahead." Johnny replied and Aisha obliged, pulling his square framed glasses carefully. His eyes were intense when finally revealed, and dark in color. "You been with the saints long?" Johnny questioned as she poured some peroxide on some gauze to clean his facial wounds.

Aisha smiled at that, "I'm not actually in the saints."

"Oh?"

"Julius is like family, he lets me hang at the church sometimes." She shrugged. "Dex and Troy are pretty cool too." She dabbed the gauze over Johnny's forehead, cleaning up the blood from his wound. Her brown eyes darted back and forth, because making eye contact with Gat was too much to bear. "I actually grew up in the row." She added.

"Me too." Johnny replied.

She finished patching his face up, "Well, there you go Johnny." Aisha smiled. "Good as new."

Johnny gave her that crooked smile before hopping down from the table, "Thanks Aish." He replied, giving her a loving nickname. "Hopefully we'll be seeing more of each other." He added with a shrug.

"Maybe."