What if?

Driver's Side.

Blitz's eyes would every so often flick to Striker who was sat in the passenger's side of the van, Striker was sat leant against the window one foot on the dash eyes on the fields as they pass piece of wheat between his teeth. Ever since they had got on the road to imp city Striker had been quiet, Blitz grips the wheel knowing there was no point making a big deal out of it but for some reason he was worried.

"How did you get into the assassination business?"

Blitz asks, Striker chuckles lightly.

"That is a long story"

"It's a long drive"

Blitz counters with a smile, Striker shrugs as if saying oh well.

"True, I guess it started with a thought about not fitting in"

"I understand that"

Blitz hums and Striker leans his arm on the window ledge.

"I did what I was surposed to but it all felt wrong, no one cared or I guess noticed except one, a farrier who worked for my father he saw me pulling away being cold to people and took me under his wing"

Striker says softly rolling the wheat in his mouth.

"The lines became blurred between us, before I knew it one night we were having sex behind the stable, I was young, too young really and he knew that but I wanted it"

Striker sighs taking the wheat out his mouth.

"How old were you both?"

Blitz dared to ask, Striker's eyes dart to Blitz then to the floor.

"He was twenty three, I was sixteen"

Striker says and Blitz fingers grip the steering wheel a little tighter, Striker leans back in his seat.

"Not that it matters any more, I left my home at seventeen, buckshot in my side and no where to go"

Striker says softly Blitz realizes that must be how Striker got the large scar on his side and back.

"You got picked up?"

"Sorta, body snatchers"

Striker says simply turning to face Blitz leaning his back of the door, Blitz shivers slightly, body snatchers would take people off the street and sell them for meat for the cannibal trade in the pride ring.

"How did you get away?"

"With a lot of violence"

Striker says and Blitz chuckles softly.

"And here I thought you fucked your way out"

Blitz teases and Striker kicks his side playfully.

"Jerk"

Striker says with a chuckle then raises his chin.

"Your the only problem I have ever fucked my way out of"

"Lucky me"

Blitz purrs placing a hand on Striker's leg his fingers giving him a soft squeeze with a smile, Striker smiles and sees a sign for the elevator only half a mile away, Striker slides over the seat with a grin Blitz notices this but keeps his eyes on the road.

"What you up to?"

Blitz whispers and Striker hand runs over Blitz's leg.

"You got me wound up"

Striker purrs and Blitz chuckles side eyeing him quickly.

"As much as I would happily pull over and fix that, we have one ticket back for this van and we can't miss this stop"