Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Thoughts

You all arrived back at your outfit around 1a.m. Mercy was being watched over by a couple boys from the other outfit; Chip and Mutt were their names.

They had been waiting outside when you had all arrived to the crib. Swan nodded them off, and you guys headed upstairs.

"I was scared half to death. What took you so long?" She started the second you guys walked through the door; the boys walking past. She inhaled when she saw you and Vermin's face's. "What the hell happened to you two!" She shrilled. Vermin and you shook your heads, you were in no mood for talking. Swan and Cowboy filled her in.

You looked at all the brothers, as they passed around a bottle in victory. "We did good, despite our plan going south." Swan spoke. "No one got wasted, and the Jones Street Boys are out. Good work." He put the bottle in the air, then put it to his lips, sipping. When Cochise on your right handed you the bottle, Swan spoke again. "Let's not forget our sister." You looked around surprised, noticing Swan was talking about yourself. "Maybe we could have done it without her, but if she wasn't there tonight I'd have a knife in me." He was serious. Mercy looked wide eyed at you and back to Swan. You noticed Fox roll his eyes. "Hey good for you, man." Cochise playfully bumped your shoulder. You smirked, and took your swig.

You woke up in Ajax's bed. Last night got pretty wild and you had all gotten pretty buzzed. You sat out of bed, sore from the brawl. Ajax caused you to think about what had gone down, and what your plan was being involved with the Warriors. You felt a strong connection with these guys, more then you've felt with your own blood. You wanted to truly be apart of them. Be apart of a real family. Be a Warrior.

Ajax was still fast asleep as always, so you decided to head to your room for a change of clothes. You grabbed a shirt and some loose fitting shorts, and carried them to the bathroom; to put on after your shower. You hadn't washed off all the blood yet and it was becoming uncomfortable. You walked through the living room to see Rembrandt sketching on a chair, Snow on the radio, and Fox sitting down eating a bowl of cereal.

You stepped into the shower and washed your hair, scrubbing your skin until you felt utterly clean. When you were finished you threw on your shirt and shorts, throwing your dirty clothes onto a pile in your room. "How's the eye?" A voice behind you asked. You turned to see Vermin standing in your doorway, his own face not looking too hot. He was wearing just a pair of pyjama bottoms and no shirt; you could see bruises and cuts all over. "Not great." You paused. "I never got to say thanks." You said, stepping towards him. He shook his head. "What have ya got to be thankful for? I almost got ya killed." He looked flabbergasted. You frowned. "If it had been anyone else I would have been. You're a real heavy fighter." You gave him a nudge. He shook his head again but didn't argue.

You were starting to really enjoy Vermin's company. His sense of humour and a warmth you seemed to feel around him captivated you. You both stood there in a silence for a minute, looking at one another. "You should really get Cowboy to stitch that cut on your chin." You stepped closer, looking at his jaw. "I could say the same to you." He pointed to your eyebrow. You nodded and smirked, "I will if you do, I hate needles." You said. He looked down at you thinking. "Alright. Yeah, sure." He turned on his heel and walked down to the end of the hall, halting at Cowboy's door. He knocked on it, and you two waited.

After a half minute, you heard Cowboy's door unlock and he opened it up. "Yeah?" He asked groggily. He was wearing a black T-shirt and some boxer shorts. He looked real hungover. Vermin pushed his door open all the way, nudging past him. "We need your help, get outta bed." Vermin said. Cowboy moaned in reluctance, but threw his things off his mattress. "Sit down." He sighed.

You and Vermin both smirked and obeyed him. You sat down next to Vermin. "What do you need me to do?" Cowboy asked, opening up a box near his bed. He took out some vodka and some bandages. "What do ya think smart guy?" Vermin said pointing to both of your faces. "Crap. You look worse than we do." Vermin mocked him. You looked at Cowboy, who seemed like he was about to throw up. "Alcohol don't sit well with me." Cowboy complained.