Call of duty/ CW One-shots

Lady from the past 1/2

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ??/??/1948

(???'s POV)

"Get back here you brat!" The chief yelled as I ran out the window, fresh bread in hand. The bell to the Italian restaurant's main entrance rang as many loud footsteps raced to match my own. They were fast but not fast enough it seems. Running through the streets of Philadelphia was no easy task, people scattered the streets like the rats that ran in the sewers.

People cussed and groaned as I shoved my way through the streets. I continued to run, soon coming up to a construction zone for a new skyscraper. "Lady!" A raspy high pitched voice shrieks through the loud noises of the city. With a slight chuckle I call back, "Tramp! Right here."

A hand launched itself into my view, catching me off guard. The pounding steps of the very out of breath security guards grew louder. The hand that once reached out now yanked me up to its level. I only get a short breather until I'm yanked up and am pulled along with Tramp.

"Geez Tramp! Slow down will you, they ain't gonna....." My sentence dragged out as two tall and strong very strong construction workers as well as 3 security guards stand in our way. "Geez Lady, the fuck did you get?" Tramp sneered as he held my right hand tighter. Lifting my left hand, it showed the one and only 12 inch Italian bread.

"Get? You mean steal you rats!" One guard yelled. "Rats? Really? Your one blind motHErfucker!" Tramp yelled. His voice cracked causing the men to laugh. Tramp blushed in embarrassment. I take this as a chance to get us away, so I took it.

I yanked Tramps arm in the other direction. Tramp yelped but soon realized what was going on. He and I saw the only exit, the same way we got in. They wouldn't think we would go there, right? The slight breeze made the tarp that covered the wall to our right flick open to show two cop cars. "Shit, we got cops Tramp!" I yelled.

Tramp looked in the same direction as me, then behind us to the 5 men now taking chase. "Do you trust me Lady?" Tramp said, his blue eyes looking into mine. I turned back to the men behind us and then back to Tramp. The end of the walkway that we were getting chased on grew near.

"Y/N! Do you trust me!?" Tramp yelled. "YES, yes! I do, I do!" I yelled as we were at the exit. Instead of jumping Tramp pulled me to the left, another long walkway made of wood planks and a metal railing made its way onto my view. How I didn't see it I will never know.

A firm grip was placed onto the right side of my waist. I looked to my left, Tramp looked straight ahead. His blue eyes looking dead ahead. Tramp lifted me up, carrying me bridal style. My eyes looked at the man who held me in his arms. He was handsome, that wasn't a secret.

His choppy haircut done by yours truly slightly swayed in the breeze. His pale slim face and sharp jawline shined, the only way I could think to describe it is, mesmerizing. His eyes they held many emotions.

All of these features made him, well him. It was true, I had fallen for him. Fallen very hard for him. But the thing I loved the most about him was the fact he cares, for me and all the other street kids that ran the streets just like us.

I blinked my eyes a few times to get out of my daze. I blinked more realizing we were on a stage, rows and rows full of expecting people. Tramp held me in his arms as the people cheered. "What the fuck?" I questioned. Tramp just gulped, he put me down and looked me in my eyes. "We have to play along." He whispered. "What!?" I whispered. He shook his head and sighed.

He took his hand in mine. "It's... it's a romantic play." Tramp said, blushing as he set his right hand onto my waist. His left and held mine tight. "How do you know what play it was?" I asked, a smile on my lips. "I... I was gonna see if you wanted to go." He sputtered out.

Slow music started to play as I rested my left hand to his shoulder. We swayed to the music, stepping on each other's feet and laughing at our mistakes as the crowd looked on. The music played, but the silence was louder. As the song slowly came to the end, our eyes met.

We both knew what we wanted, but many questions danced in our heads. Neither of us knew what was happening until the crowd was cheering and our eyes closed shut. Romance novels could never describe this kiss. There was no butterflies, no fireworks, passion yes. But the way I described it was, perfect.

His soft lips made me hypnotized, wanting more. 'Now that, that was cheesy.' I thought. Slowly pulling away I looked into the same blue eyes I had been for the past 9 years. The same blue eyes I looked into while hiding in a dumpster from the cops. The same blue eyes I looked into while we ran from the shop keepers throughout the years. And now?The same blue eyes I shared my now, first kiss with.

Our trance was broken by a strong grip on my shoulders. The blue eyes I had once seen soft and sweet turned into anger as I was thrown to the ground. A loud noise rang through my ears as I stared at the teenager I grew up with. The person who threw me on the ground pinned me down.

His eyes furrowed, his face red with anger. Men tried to grab him, but he hit, yelled and punched them. Tears threatening to spill from his eyes while he stared at my body that lay on the ground. He yelled something, something I couldn't understand. The tears that threatened to spill did, as he ran down the row to the exit.

One thing I did understand was him saying. "I love you Lady. I will find you, no matter how long that may be." And with that, his shadow was gone.

(Part two soon)
(I will do a gender neutral/Male version of this, I also that it was a fun idea to do this with Frank because he was a street kid so it reminded me of lady and the tramp.)