Sanders Sides One Shots

You Don't Seem Very Happy to See Me (Prinxiety)

I just watched the movie Knight and Day, so this is going to include a scene from that, which means that this was inspired by that movie.

Trigger warning (violence, death, torture, and mentions of drugs)

*Roman's POV*

It's a dangerous thing, falling for a colleague, especially in my field of work. It's also dangerous that he loves me back, and even more dangerous that almost everyone seems to know about it.

They've taken him, my boyfriend, Virgil, to Spain. They want answers, so they'll leave him alive long enough for me to save him. I know how this usually unfolds after all these years.

I get off the train, only needing a small knapsack and my jacket. It's my only leather jacket. It goes against my normal, light colored dressing preference, but my disguise apparently requires it. I'm posed as David Jackson, a 27 year old retail worker from Oregon. Nobody too big.

I put on my sunglasses to further obscure my identity and sling the knapsack over my shoulder. A dark blue car is waiting for me, about 50 paces from the train station. I check my phone. One text from an "unknown number" reading "blue (clothing)" assures me that I'm safe to get in.

"Hello... 'David Jackson'." A particularly muscular looking man unfolds a piece of paper and reads my name. "Please tell us the code before we take you anywhere else."

"Denim." I say flatly. He gives me a brief nod before motioning for me to get in. I'm barely buckled in when the driver steps on the gas.

We pull up to a hotel a few minutes later. "Your stop." The man tells me.

I say my thanks and step out of the car. On my way into the hotel, a random person hands me a suitcase. I know what's inside, not bothering to recognize them. It would only cause more attention.

I check myself into room 424, and walk towards the elevator. Without even meaning to, I analyze every person I pass on the way, only two of them I recall looking at me, but I know that at least five of them are hired to kill me. I could see the muscles in their hands, and their earpieces in only their right ear.

Five people get into the elevator with me. I press floor 8. This will give me more time if I have to knock them out. None of them press another button, meaning that they're indeed hired to take care of me. There are two people to my right and three people to my left.

The closest one on my left aims to punch me in the head. I duck, and sweep them off their feet, and then deliver two swift kicks to the inside of their knee, wincing as the crunch of breaking bone sounds.

I elbow my next attacker in the face as they come to attack me, and in one solid movement, snap the rest of my arm out, wrap it around their head, and break their neck. I also rip out their earpiece and stick it in my right ear.

As I take out the last three attackers, the earpiece is screaming with "Take him out, take him out!" I finish catching my breath at the 7th floor and fix my hair.

"You know, Mateo, your henchmen would carry out your orders much, much better if you let them focus. Your screaming in their ears isn't exactly peaceful." I touch my earpiece as I talk.

"Roman. Good to hear your voice again, amigo." Mateo's husky voice sends chills down my spine as he drags out the 'R' in my name. "You better hurry up to save tu amor. He's looking paler than usual..." his voice trails off into laughter. The elevator doors don't open. "Ah, but you're stuck in an elevator. Let's see how well they trained you."

The elevator begins to fill up with gas. It reeks of carbon monoxide, which is never good. I pull the alarm and pry the doors open. I climb on top of the elevator with my suitcase and make my way to the 9th floor of the hotel. Nobody notices me walk out, which is good.

I walk back down to the 4th floor and walk into my room. Immediately, I go to the bathroom and fix my hair with an actual mirror. My hair isn't in too bad of a shape, thankfully.

I set my suitcase on the bed and open it. Four handguns and eight magazines. I load each of the guns and place them in me jacket with the extra magazines under them. My knapsack holds a loaded machine gun and three extra magazines.

Once I'm all set, I walk out of the hotel, take a motorcycle, and drive over to where they've taken Virgil.

*Virgil's POV*

Mateo walks into the dark room where they've kept me for the past two days with an angry scowl on his face. As soon as he's in arms reach of me, he slaps me across the face. Hard. I'm too tired to wince or struggle against my restraints at this point.

"You will tell me where they've hidden it." He leans down and whispers at me. His breath stinks so bad that my eyes unintentionally water.

"The mouthwash or the breath mints?" I mutter sarcastically. He growls in outrage and takes a few paces away and then back to me. Then he punched me in the stomach. This makes me double over.

"I didn't want to have to resort to this." He hisses at me and reaches for a syringe on a metal tray.

"That doesn't look very sanitary." I remark.

"It isn't supposed to be." He jams the needle into my neck. "Now, you will tell me-"

"I don't like you very much." It slips out before I can stop it. "And your truth serum doesn't work like it's supposed to. It's just taking away my filter and making me feel like I'm drunk. Wooooooo-"

"That is enough!" He slams his fist on the table. "You will tell me where the zephyr is, or Roman will die."

"Oh, I don't think that will happen, Scarface." I giggle. "I've always wanted to call you that."

"Okay..." He's acting like a pissed off kindergarten teacher at this point. "Do you-"

"You're acting like a pissed off kindergarten teacher." I stare at him, and laugh as he turns an interesting shade of red. "Well, not anymore, but- OW!"

There was a crunch of bone against bone, which was the sound of his elbow colliding with the back of my skull. I blacked out, probably not for more than half an hour, because I still felt the same when I was shaken awake.

"Virge! Come on, Sleeping Beauty, lets get you out of here." Roman had untied me from the ropes tying me to the chair.

"Hi. I love you a lot, you know that?" I slur.

"Yes, Darling. I know you do." He seemed distracted and handed me to handguns. "Take these and follow me."

"Okay." I shakily stand up and follow him. He takes me out of the chamber, the sunlight beaming almost painfully into my eyes. The effects must have worn off a little bit. I have some control over what I can say now.

The alarm goes off, and Roman curses underneath his breath. "Where's Mateo and his henchmen and stuff?" I can barely get my voice louder than the alarm.

"I took care of the ones in the chamber, Vee." He focuses on readying the guns in his hands as we hide behind a half open door. I know there are soldiers with guns on the balcony across the way.

My feet don't move when Roman scuttles to a a closer pillar. They don't when he motions me to follow. He scurries across to another pillar. I flinch as a round of bullets barely miss him. He motions for me to come again, this time more urgently.

"Come on!" He whispers. He's almost mad at this point.

"You don't seem very happy to see me." I pout.

His gaze hardens for a split second, and then softens. He stalks over, not even caring about the bullets almost hitting him. Roman walks right towards me, puts his hands on either side of me, and passionately kisses me. I smile and kiss back, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me.

"I'm very happy to see you." He whispers, barely half an inch from my lips.