A/N I post poned the story poll partly because I've been on vacation but mostly because it's a fucking three way tie! Seriously guys? Some one choose something!

"Got your gun?"

"Yes."

"Extra bullets?"

"Yes."

"Knife?"

"Yes."

"Back up knife?"

"Yes."

"... Back up, back up knife?"

"Roman!" Sarah sighed, the elder man had been hassling her all morning. "I'll be fine, it's just a simple trade off."

"I know, just don't fuck them okay?" Her eye twitched and he wished he hadn't spoken up.

"You just automatically assume I'll mate them?"

"No, just- argh. Just please be careful." Roman tried to grin at her playfully but she just stormed off. Not how he wanted the day to go.

The walk to town was quiet, Sarah walked briskly on the torn up asphalt, Roman trailing several yards behind her. Town hall was near the edge of town, close to the pair's current camp, it took only a few minutes to reach, Seth and Dean already waiting at the front. Both men nodded to the young woman as she approached, a gesture she returned, and followed her deeper into the abandoned town.

"It's an old saddle shop," She explained, not slowing her pace out of habit, it was dangerous to dwaddle about in the open. "We took as much leather as we could but there should be some in the back, I didn't have time to check it out."

"Why not?" Seth asked, leaping forward to walk beside her.

"It was getting dark out and Roman at the time was injured, didn't want to leave him alone longer than necessary. He was paranoid there was another band of people passing through."

"Were there?" Dean asked nervously, glancing around.

"If there was they didn't leave any signs behind, I scouted and staked out the enitre town. They might have passed through without stopping and he caught sight of them leaving or they don't exist."

"Has he ever jumped to conclusions like that before?"

"No but he was feverish and sick." She didn't go on, they had arrived to the old store, the windows were busted out but most of the inventory was intact. "No one thinks to loot a saddle store, everyone goes for the pharmacies and wal-marts. Leather is important."

"Agreed." Seth smirked at her, not missing the lurking Roman out of the corner of his eye. The trio entered the store with caution, Roman staying back just out of hearing range, pacing anxiously- he had never been the far away from the brunette if he could help it.

"You gotta saw off the saddle straps, it's the quickest way. Then when that's done cut long thin strips from the bigger hunks of leather, like this." She demonstrated, showing the other men how to cut appropriate amounts, both men watched her carefully.

Roman was vigilent for the first thirty minutes, but soon it became apparent-even to him-that Seth and Dean were no threat to his charge. He began to doze and daydream, tomorrow they would do another run through the town for supplies then leave. There was a lazy country town about twenty miles west and it would be a good place to settle down. Maybe finally take her as his mate, she would like that and a nice farm house would be a safer place for her than the woods around this town.

He didn't notice the shadows skurtting around the edges of the buildings, several figures rushing around corners. Muffled steps and hunched shoulders, they were as hunters, too good at this to be ametuers. A misplaced foot caught his attention, accidentally kicking up a piece of gravel and sending it skidding. His head snapped to the direction, mouth ready to warn Sarah, he was too late. The group pushed on through the wide entrance, guns unraveled and aimed upon the just now reacting trio.

"No!" Roman roared, one member flinched, he hadn't been seen by them til now. The first shots were fired, Sarah shoving Dean out of the way, Seth flying the other way. The men, if they were men, wore hoods and ski masks, dressed in all black.

"You set me up!" She screamed at the man, ducking behind a wall, the group had run out of bullets and now were unsheathing their knives.

"No we didn't, they're firing at us too!" He yelled back, she ignored him and pulled out her gun, reaching around the corner to fire. The group flew back, they hadn't expected her to remain uninjured and armed, she managed to hit one in the shoulder. Dean and Seth motioned for her knives, she hesitanted but handed them over. Another bullet in one's knee and a slice from Dean in someone's stomach before they finally retreated, carring the two injured.

Dean started to give them chase but stopped when Sarah screamed. "Where's Roman? Roman!" She rushed out the store, forgeting the two men she had thought as traitors, the group had left briskly.

"I'm here..." Roman's voice sounded strained, tired. He was down the block a ways, holding a struggling figure, he paused only a moment to glance at her before slamming the hooded man's head against the sidewalk.

"Wait! Don't kill him!"

"Why not?" He growled, he glared at Seth and Dean as they followed out behind her.

"He may know who did this and why." She reasoned and Roman released the limp body, she yanked off his hood and mask, mindful of him regaining conciousness. He was handsome no doubt, sun kissed skin and a straight nose, he had long brown-gold hair that fell out of the hood. "Tie him up."

Seth gave her some leather to bind his hands, Roman stood over the young woman, glaring at them. "Do you know him?"

"No," Dean growled. "We were shot at two, I got slashed on the arm." He hissed pointing to the gash that was bleeding slowly.

"Hush both of you," Sarah sighed. "We need to get under cover, Roman grab him, Seth keep look out for others. Dean I'll patch you up at camp."

No one argued with the aggrevated woman, Roman new better than to go straight back to the camp. He led the group around in circles several times, pausing so everyone could listen for followers. There were none.

A/N Again still post poning the Story Poll till this friday. Also I don't know who saw the last Raw but God dammit! Daniel Bryan (Though not my favorite wrestler) is a DAMN good wrestler! In a legitamite match I have no doubt that he would be Cena, but still the WWE creative is trying to smother his talent behind his size. His size is not an issue but everyone is acting like it! I know it's fake but that just makes me madder, if it was real I could say 'oh that dude is just a dick.' but no it's the fact that it's fake that makes me think 'Anti-bullying? When all you've been doing to this talented man is break him down as a crazy, weak child.' it tells children that it's how tall you are that matters, if you don't fit the WWE Golden Boy mold then you deserve to be picked on, it's okay it's normal. Being how short I am, scrawny and weak looking, and a woman too, it's infurriating that out of everything they could be doing with Bryan and they do the short weak link gimmic again. Ugh I'm sorry that was my rant for the day. And now I'm sad. Please review it makes me happy.