What if?

His Choice.

Striker had known for a long time that he wasn't like his family, he didn't want a normal life, working on a ranch like everyone before him. That was how he was raised respectful of his father, mindful of his mother and protective of his siblings. He remember the day he left home the day he was told never to come back.

Striker stood in the living room of his family home one hand lent on the window, watching a few imps on horse back arrive greeted by his father. Striker's mother comes to stand beside him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"The day is finally here and I still don't wanna let you go"

She says softly and Striker notices the female imp hop of her horse who is greeted by his father with enthusiasm, her eyes glance their way but Striker turns from the window pinching his nose.

"You don't like her?"

His mother asks and Striker shakes his head.

"I can't do this"

Striker says and his mother goes to him and holds his arm.

"Hey now take it easy, I know your probably a little nervous but I promise"

She says with a smile but Striker shakes his head looking her in eyes.

"I'm gay!"

Striker snaps her eyes widen in realization she finally nods.

"Okay, uh well we will deal with this...yeh uh I'll talk to your father"

She trys to say then Striker freezes seeing his elder brother step out the hall, his mother turns around and blocks Striker protectively.

"Pa is going to skin you alive"

"He'll do no such thing Lucas! We will sort this together"

His mother says desperately and Striker knew his bother was right and turns his mother to face him.

"I have to go"

Striker says sadly and she shakes her head knowing Striker had to go but she wasn't ready for that, as the door opens they all look to Striker's father who enters.

"It's as you said pa"

Lucas says Striker's eyes sees his father's eyes narrow the green rings that laid there got thicker.

"Well ain't that disappointing"

He says reaching for his gun but a click of hammer being pulled back makes everyone freeze, Striker's mother held her pistol aimed at her husband she was the fastest draw in thier family she would kill them all before they could touch their weapons.

"You go on now, he won't do nothin"

.-.

Striker opens his eyes holding the towel close to his chest, that urge run was clawing at his back once again from this memory. Blitz wouldn't be a bad choice in partners by any means but he had been on the run for so long could he even settle down now?
Arms wrap around him gently pulling him out his thoughts, Blitz looks at him and kisses his neck.

"I'll have to speak to someone first"

Striker says softly and Blitz raises an eyebrow.

"Your employer?"

"Nah, someone I trust"

Striker says turning to face Blitz and kisses him.

"Don't wait up"

Striker says before heading out the bathroom launching the towel on the bed before getting dressed, Blitz comes out too grabbing his boxers as Striker was pulling on his shirt.