Something quick that deals with the 'rescue' in SR1. Probably finished this a bit too fast, but I got inspired. :)

She tugged on the collar of the suit, and it did nothing to loosen the tie around her neck. The disguise she was wearing would do jack and shit if Tanya got a close look at her, but from a distance she passed well enough, even if her driver had been pale as plaster.

All she had to do was drive and keep her mouth shut. That would get her to Johnny.

Tanya got in and gave her first destination, not even waiting for a response before going into her first story. That nearly made her sigh in relief, because she wasn't looking for conversation. She was looking for a set target to just unload on.

Shame we didn't hold onto the driver, though. Could've been a decent source, V mused as she came to a stop in front of the clothing store.

She tapped her fingers on the wheel as the seconds ticked by. The gloves on her hands drove her nuts, however, and she was seconds away from ripping them off when Tanya came back, a new story already spilling out. Aisha was the topic, and all V could do was grip the wheel tight, especially when it inevitably led back to Johnny.

"Had no damn clue. That's what he gets for talking to me like that. He'd better be dead before I walk in the fucking door."

The gun she was carrying was for Green, not her, but it was getting real difficult not to set aside an extra bullet.

She wasn't going to make any mistakes here, though. Not after Lin. Not after the damn ambush, and the way she crumpled when he needed her-

Cutting that thought off, she continued on to Friendly Fire almost on autopilot. Tanya hopped out, going on about gift wrap, and V had to keep from grinding her teeth together. Her phone started vibrating right when she was coming back, and she dug it out fast.

Julius. Shit.

She put it next to her ear without saying a word.

"Playa, we've got a problem. Somehow word didn't get back to Troy's crew about our plan. They're heading your way with every intent to kill Tanya. She dies now, we lose Johnny. You need to lose them without firing off a single shot, because they're our boys. We don't kill our own, you feel me?"

He hung up without expecting an answer and she threw it down into the passenger seat.

"Hey, you think On Thin Ice is still doing that sale right now? I think we can fit in one more stop. It's just gas-"

Something purple flashed in the rearview mirror, and V hit the gas. Tanya squealed in the backseat as they flew forward, but recovered once she saw exactly what they were evading.

"The Saints! Lose them!"

She bit her tongue and cursed Troy six ways to Sunday for deciding to slip now. She would not lose Johnny due to this. No, not like this.

A car rear-ended them and she swung the massive car in a half-crescent that left even her impressed. Tanya was screaming until her face was blue, doing everything from threatening to fire her, to complaining about the chipped nail she'd snagged on one of the seats. V got through the experience through a mental string of expletives directed at the Vice Kings, Tanya, Troy's crew, and Troy himself. The more creative ones she'd test on him later, but that was later. With Johnny back at the church and Green six feet under.

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road!"

The horn of a semi blared, and V spun the wheel as fast as her gloved hands were able. It caught on the leather and she didn't think she was quick enough. Not with the boat she was trying to maneuver. The semi cut right and she snapped the car out wide, nearly losing the end of it as they drifted by.

The Saints on the other side weren't as lucky. She didn't let herself breathe until the limo settled enough to zip ahead, and once she was was certain that no more purple was after her, she let out a long shuddering breath.

Tanya relaxed as well and let out a small laugh. "That was close. You've earned your tip today, Owen."

Oh, fuck you, V muttered to herself as she kept the car moving forward.

Green's penthouse wasn't too far from where they were, but she needed to get there before Troy's group caught up again. Or even worse, Tanya wised up to who exactly was driving. That would be a short and not so sweet conversation.

The large building came up, the glass windows glinting in the sun, and her hand went to where her gun was hidden. The extra SMG under the passenger seat was her only back up. Tanya gave what passed for thanks, and V waited until she was in the door before digging the other gun up.

With Gat inside, Green had to have extra men on him. She had only a couple of extra clips and a knife. What she needed to do was to empty as much ammunition into those fuckers as possible and then scramble for cover. Once they were done she could grab their gear, go back on the offensive, and wipe the rest out.

It sounded like a reasonable plan. As she slipped the SMG under her coat and strode inside she believed it was. That stuck with her as she gave Tanya one of the hardest punches she could deliver, but it all fell apart the minute she stepped into the next room and let loose the first shot.

Her arm might have been steady, but the spray of bullets didn't seem to hit anything as V threw herself to the side. Too much yellow had flooded her vision, and when she ducked around again, she didn't bother aiming. Just yelled and tried to hit anything that moved.

She chucked her chauffeur's hat at the next guy that came forward, and it smacked him full on in the face. It gave her enough time to whip her pistol out to gun down the jersey swinging a bat at her, before putting two in the other still left on the ground.

That's when the shotgun went off, and she dropped to the floor with milliseconds to spare. The edge of the table she ducked around exploded, and she fired at the guy's knees as she refused to stand still. One of them went out and she scrambled forward on her hands and knees to take the abandoned shotgun.

V grabbed her discarded hat, tossing it onto her head at a jaunty angle, and gulped down air as her nerves sang. This could work. She could do this.

A yell came from her side as she stood up, and she caught a glimpse of Johnny's overturned chair. He was bloody and bruised, but nowhere near ready to call it quits. The yelling had been coming from him, and he started when she tried to step closer.

"Get Green! I'm fucking fine! Don't let him-"

A shot went off and it grazed her shoulder, throwing her to the floor. The pain pierced, then burned as she crawled off to the other room, leaving Green with every advantage. He took another shot, missing her, but keeping her running. He laughed as she pressed a hand to her bleeding arm, and her eyes darted around as they searched for a gun. Any gun.

The shotgun had been left by Gat, and she weighed her options as she hid behind the couch. Nearby, she heard Johnny talk to Green. Taunt him.

He was doing it again. Saving her ass when she should've been damn well able to cover it herself.

The knife slid out of the place where it was hidden in her boot, and she slowly peeked over the barrier as she heard Green respond. He leaned over Gat, loomed over him, his gun not even a foot from his head.

Gat laughed once, low and menacing, then spat blood in Green's direction.

He reloaded his gun and raised it just as V took a running leap at his back. The knife flashed as she stabbed Green once, then twice, fury keeping her on him. She felt him fall back, crushing her against the glass, and she stabbed him again. Then again. Blood hit her arm, her face, and she saw nothing but red.

The air left her lungs as Green smashed her against the wall one more time, and his legs buckled. Her gloved hands slipped on his shirt and she let go, falling to the floor as he collapsed to the side, twitching every few seconds or so.

She watched him closely, breathing in and out. When he stopped moving, she let herself scrub a hand across her face to wipe off some of the blood. It stained the black leather, and she tore them off.

Groping at the wall, she managed to get up and wobble over to Johnny's side. She opened her mouth to say something cheesy, heroic even, but couldn't force the words out. She eventually cracked a smile. "Hey. Sorry to take so long."

He stared at her like he'd never seen her before in his life. Then he chuckled. "Fucking A. You might be a Saint after all."