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Modern Day Bonnie & Clyde (Peter McCabe x Reader)

Title: Modern Day Bonnie & Clyde

Summary: (Y/n) was just heading home from her dead-end job when a man ran in front of her car and changed her life.

Warning: Unprotected sex, language

It was dark, except for the passing glow of street lights. Doting the roadway at perfect intervals, predictable. The radio was turned low, just loud enough that she could hear, but not loud enough to be a distraction. It was the same thing every night. She’d finish her shift at work and drive home. Listening to the same crappy radio station, passing the same houses on the way to her shithole apartment. Same predictable thing every. Single. Night.

That was until someone ran out in front of her car.

“Fuck!” (Y/n) slammed on her brakes, coming to a screeching halt just inches from the person in the headlights. She sat there, breathing heavily, hands gripping the steering wheel. She was glad that she had at least been able to get the brakes done. The last thing she wanted was to spend a stint in jail for manslaughter.

The man seemed to realize that she had stopped and wasn’t making a move to drive away. He walked over to the driver's side and ripped the door open.

“Get out of the fucking car!” He demanded.

“No way. Absolutely not.”

“Are you fucking stupid or something? Get out of the car!”

“No! You’ll have to shoot me. I’m not leaving this car!” The man growled lowly. He looked around and then shoved her. She hit the console in the center of the car, folding over it. She pulled herself over it when she got another shove, making her smack her head against the door handle. She was a ball in the passenger seat as she felt the car start down the road again. She pulled herself up, looking out the window as the scenery passed.

“We get to the next exit and I’m leaving you at a McDonald’s,” The man spoke up. (Y/n) got herself upright in the seat, taking a look at the new driver. He was wearing a tan jumpsuit underneath a white lab coat. And…was that blood?

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not leaving this car!”

“Do you have a death wish or something?” He glanced over at her.

“No, but I can’t afford another car and my insurance is shit and would probably just tell me to fuck off. So no, I don’t have a deathwish and I am not leaving this damn car.”

“You are one stubborn bitch, eh?” He chuckled. “Well, at least give me a smoke or something.” (Y/n) opened the glove box and pulled out a half-empty pack of Marlboros. When work got especially hectic, she would sneak out to her car on her lunch break and light one up. Fishing out the lighter that had hit under her registration, she put a cigarette between her lips and lit it up for him before reaching over and placing it between his.

“There. Happy?”

“Very. Thanks, darlin’,” He smirked at her before reaching down and turning up the radio. The sound of CCR brought a smile to his face when he pulled his smoke out of his mouth. “Shit, they don’t make music like they used to, do they sweetheart?”

“My name is (Y/n). Not sweetheart.”

“Oh, feisty I see,” He chuckled. “I think that’s hot.” He shot a glance over her way, looking at the clothes she was wearing. No scrubs, so she wasn’t a hospital worker. But too clean-cut to be working at a bar or as a dancer. She also looked exhausted, so she must have been on her way home from work instead of her way to.

“Do you have a name?” (Y/n) asked, watching him puff on the cigarette and tap the steering wheel along to the music.

“You should know. My face has been all over the news, hasn’t it?”

“I don’t get time to watch the news. It’s always work, work, work.”

“All work and no play makes (Y/n) a dull, dull girl,” He chuckled. He thought he was so smug, so smooth. “What’s a girl like you do in a city like this?”

“Why are you dodging my question?”

“Hmm, and which question was that darlin’?”

“What is your name?”

“You can just call me Pete babe.”

“And you should call me (Y/n), Pete .” She got a chuckle as a response. She didn’t speak anymore as he continued to drive. The passing scenery as they left the city, and him singing along to every single song on the radio made her eyes heavy. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep.

She swore it was only a minute, but two hours had passed since Pete had taken over her car. She would’ve probably still been asleep if not for the pothole he hit that made her smack her head against the window.

“For fucks sake,” She grumbled, looking around. “Where are we?”

“Pit stop,” He pulled into a gas station, almost deserted except for two cars up by the building. “We need gas. And food.” He reached into the coat pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

“Woah. What are those for?”

“You’re staying in the car. Can’t have you running off, can we?”

“I thought you wanted to leave my ass at a McDonalds.”

“You said you can’t afford to lose the car. Plus, I kinda like having your company Toots.”

“Enough with the pet names,” (Y/n) groaned. “And you have blood all over you. You’re not going in there.”

“Oh yeah? And are you going to go in my place?”

“Yeah, I just…” she reached into the floorboard and grabbed her purse, digging through it looking for money. “Shit.” Pete chuckled and pulled a wallet from the coat, handing it over to her.

“Use the cash in there. We need to ditch the cards at some point,” (Y/n) opened the wallet and saw an ID for an officer from San Francisco. One that was most definitely not Pete. She looked over at him. “I borrowed it, alright?”

“Right…” (Y/n) went for the door handle, but Pete stopped her.

“If this is a trick, I will have no problem lighting this Corella on fire. Do you understand me?” (Y/n) nodded. “Get me a Coke.” Pete let her go then. She stumbled out of the car and headed inside the store. The bright fluorescent lights were like daggers in her eyes. She made her way around the store, eerily silent. The cashier at the checkout was flipping through a magazine, paying her no mind.

She grabbed some food items and a couple of drinks. She even grabbed a bottle of Tylenol to fight the headache she had coming on, since she didn’t feel like getting her trunk first aid kit out. She took everything to the counter, paying for it and gas with the money Pete had given her. Part of her was screaming to tell the clerk she needed help, to call the police. But she decided not to. She needed a vacation after all.

“What took you so long?” Pete asked as he climbed out of the car.

“Couldn’t decide what I wanted,” She held up the bag with all the goodies in it. Pete gave her a little lopsided smirk.

“Thought you ran off. Changed your mind about the rust bucket and were getting the cops coming here.”

“Told you, I’m not leaving this car,” She looked him over as he pumped the gas. “Should’ve grabbed you a shirt or something.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing babe?” He winked at her, taking note that she didn’t correct the term of endearment.

“Well, I’m sure that your jumpsuit says California Department of Corrections. And you’re covered in blood. Plus, it’s too early to use Halloween as a defense.”

“Wow, you are more perspective than I thought you were,” He had to admit, he was a little impressed by Ms. (Y/n). “Once we get into Nevada, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“We’re leaving the state?”

“Yep. Ain’t nothing in this piece of shit for me. And I’m guessing by the way you’re desperately trying to keep a ‘91 Corolla, there ain’t nothing for you either.” He finished pumping the gas. “Come on sweetheart. We’ve got time to make up.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes but got in the car. She handed Pete his Coke before taking her own drink to wash down a couple of pills. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she fished around in the bag and pulled out a bag of Doritos.

“Thought a girl like you would be one of them health-conscious freaks. You know, the ones who live in the boring part of Cheeseburger in Paradise.”

“This is the first time I’ve eaten since my lunch at noon. I would’ve eaten dry pasta at this rate,” She munched on a couple of chips. “Being a glorified babysitter has no perks.”

“Teacher huh?”

“Yeah. Early education. Pre-school aged. You’d think it’d be cute and easy, but honestly, the parents are worse than the kids. Third Friday in a row I’ve had to stay late because my director won’t hire a damn janitor to clean the school. And the worst part is, nobody will even notice I’m gone until Monday at 8:00 a.m.,” She took a deep breath, finally getting that weight off her chest. She wasn’t sure why she just gave a sob story to a man who literally kidnapped her just a couple of hours ago. But outside of his annoying habit of calling her anything but her name, he hadn’t done anything to her.

“I fucking hated school. Worst years of my life,” Pete started. “But I appreciate the teachers and the bullshit they have to put up with. And, if my teachers would’ve been half as pretty as you, I might have stayed a little longer.” He felt a smile spread on his face when a soft blush spread down her neck.

****

“You know, if we take 66, we could probably avoid highway patrols,” (Y/n) told Pete a few hours later. She had managed to score him some clothes and was standing guard outside the car while he was changing in the backseat.

“Yeah, but we break down and we’re fucked,” He grunted as he pulled on the pants that she had gotten him. She had to admit, she couldn’t resist a couple of peaks at him in a state of undress. She could see scars littering a tan body, and some fresh wounds that really needed cared for. She could tell he worked out. Doing what, she didn’t know. When he glanced her way, she quickly turned her head and focused on the scenery in front of her.

“We probably need to find someplace to stop anyway. My car’s never been this far before. Not sure it’ll hold up.”

“Guess we’ll have to ditch it then,” Pete swore under his breath as his head hit the roof. “Guess if I have to leave it, I’ll be losing my travel buddy.”

“I think if the old girl got some rest, she’d be ok for a while,” (Y/n) was glad that her back was to Pete, so he couldn’t see her blush again. He climbed out of the other door and walked to stand by her. He was holding the old clothes in his hands. “There’s a dumpster over there. Wanna throw out the clothes?”

“I thought burning them would be a fitting end. Plus, then the likelihood of them being found would be next to zero. Then we celebrate with martinis and blow jobs.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little, making (Y/n) roll her eyes again.

“Does that line actually work for you?”

“First time for everything,” He shrugged and tossed the clothes back into the car. “Probably right about needing to stop for a while. We need to eat more than Doritos and whatever that candy bar was you were eating.”

“Better watch out Pete. I might start to think you care for me,” She smiled at him. “I could drive for a little bit. Give you a rest. I’m used to little to no sleep.”

“How do I know you won’t just drive me to the next police station you see?”

“I could’ve turned you in several times since you took my car. Don’t you think I would’ve by now?”

“A pretty face can hide an evil mind, isn’t that right babe?” He winked at her before heading around to the driver's side. “Getting in?” (Y/n) nodded and got into the car. Pete turned up the music again, nodding along to the music. That’s why he was a little shocked when (Y/n) started to sing.

“Livin’ easy, livin’ free. Season ticket on a one-way ride!” (Y/n) smiled when she saw Pete look over at her. She reached down and turned the music up more, belting the words out with Bon Scott. Once they came to the chorus, Pete joined in on her singing.

“I'm on the highway to hell! On the highway to hell. Highway to hell! I'm on the highway to hell!” Pete glanced over at (Y/n), unable to stop the smile on his face or the thoughts going through his head.

“So, where are we going?” (Y/n) asked over the music a bit later. Pete reached down and turned the volume down.

“Does it matter?”

“Eh, no. I guess not,” She took out the pack of cigarettes and lit him one.

“You read my mind darlin’,” He took the smoke from her. “Probably stop in another hour or so. Get some sleep.”

“In the car? You’re not going to be comfortable.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

True to his word, they stopped a bit later. He climbed into the backseat when (Y/n) went into the visitor's center to use the bathroom. There were a few truckers parked in the back, catching some shut-eye to make their logs happy, and a few families that were heading out on road trips. After using the bathroom, she went to the vending machine, grabbing a couple of things out of it. That’s when her eyes fell on a pair of California Highway Patrol motorcycles, and the cops that belonged to them talking with a couple of the truckers. Most people in (Y/n)’s situation would’ve run to them, turning Pete in and going back home.

Instead, (Y/n) gathered her goods from the vending machine and quickly made a walk back to the car.

Pete was fast asleep in the backseat, using the bloody lab coat as a blanket. He had left the keys in the ignition, giving (Y/n) the ability to get them the hell out of the rest area. She tossed her things into the passenger seat, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. She was listening to her Motley Crue cassette in the stereo, in her own little world as the scenery flew by. Pete opened his eyes when she made a turn, making him move in the seat.

“The fuck’s going on?” He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, thought I’d get us to a motel. You look cramped back there.”

“Cut the bullshit sweetheart. What happened?” Pete heard her sigh.

“Two CHPs were at the rest stop, checking trucker logs. Didn’t want them to get curious about the car. Decided to get us out of there.” She heard Pete chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“You know we’re partners now, you little accessory,” He settled back in the seat. “How much gas we got?”

“About half a tank. Figure when we stop for gas, we could find a place to stay. Get some real food. Because I for one, am a little tired of stale chips.”

“Me too,” He laughed, resting his head against the back of the seat. “Wake me up when we get there.”

****

“Here you are Ms. Keaton,” The clerk handed (Y/n) a key. She was glad that hidden in her wallet was the fake ID from her college days. She took the key back to the car and drove to park in front of their room.

“Pete, we’re here,” (Y/n) spoke to the backseat. Pete climbed out of the car, stretching as he went. (Y/n) grabbed her purse and his old clothes, carrying them into the room. She noticed there was only one bed.

“Got plans for us babe?” He chuckled as he flopped down on the bed.

“Yeah. A shower, food, and sleep. In that order.”

“You’re no fun,” She went into the bathroom as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the remote. He wanted to see what the news was saying about him.

(Y/n) got the water running, stripping off her clothes. She had made the conscious decision to buy her some clothes when she had grabbed Pete’s. She laid them on the bathroom counter as she waited on the water to warm up. That gave her a chance to look at herself in the mirror. What was she doing? This man was obviously a fugitive. He had stolen her car and taken her along for the ride. And here she was, helping him hide from the police and shacking up in a motel with him. She was a teacher for fucks sake. Why was she doing this?

She found the complimentary body wash and shampoo before climbing into the shower and letting the hot water wash over her. She felt herself relaxing, and her worries drifting away. After cleaning up, she got out to dry herself off and dress in the new clothes she had. She went back out to the main room, where Pete had set a pizza on the table.

“Thought I was going to have to come rescue you,” He chuckled. “I ordered a pizza. You said shower, food, and sleep in that order.”

“You do listen,” She took her seat and took one of the pieces of pizza. “Are you gonna eat?”

“Gotta shower first. Don’t worry, I don’t take as long as you do,” He did take a piece with him as he went to the bathroom and shut the door. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she started eating. She could hear the water running from the other room. She tried not to think about him taking those clothes off, letting the water fall over his muscular body…

“What is wrong with you?” She asked herself. She glanced over at the TV, the news was on. She took her piece of pizza and went to sit on the edge of the bed, turning up the volume.

“Authorities say McCabe is extremely dangerous. The last whereabouts of the fugitive was in the area of Pacific Heights. If anyone has any information to lead police to the capture of Peter McCabe, please call your local non-emergency line or call crime stoppers…”

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Pete spoke up, drawing (Y/n)’s attention to him. He was dressed in just a towel and nothing else. “So what now (Y/n)?”

“I…” She noticed the bruises on his ribs. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ve had worse,” He shrugged. “You’re dodging the question though. What’s your next move?” She stood up and walked towards him. He watched her carefully as she gently touched his bruises and the couple of cuts he had.

“I think my next move is…I want to keep you safe,” She admitted, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. “I think that I want to help you get out of here. And I want to go with you.”

“Are you sure about that darlin’? According to the news, I’m extremely dangerous.”

“You never know. I might secretly be a killer myself.”

“You darlin’, could never hurt anyone,” He reached out with his right hand to cup her face. The next thing she knew, he was pressing a kiss to her lips. For such a forceful man, he was quite tender. When she parted her lips, he became slightly more passionate, deepening the kiss while pulling her closer. He felt her fingers graze against his abdomen as she found his towel and pulled it, letting it fall to the ground around his feet.

“You’re wearin’ too many clothes baby doll,” Pete whispered, his lips ghosting against hers. “Take ‘em off for Daddy.” (Y/n) took a step back from him, watching the way his lust-filled eyes followed her every move. He watched as she pulled off her t-shirt, throwing it into the corner of the room, and slipped off her leggings, leaving her standing in just her underwear. He must have growled a little, suddenly making her a little shy to take the rest off.

“Come on sweetheart. I want to see all of you,” He took a step toward her, allowing himself to grab her hand and pull her back to him. He kissed her deeply as he reached one hand around to her back, allowing him to find the closure to her bra and unhooking it. Slowly, one by one. When he stepped back, the bra fell away, letting him see everything. She shimmied out of underwear, leaving them discarded with the rest of her clothes. “Fuck darlin’, you look better than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You think so?” She wasn’t sure if he was just saying that to make her feel better until he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her to straddle his lap. She could feel his cock trapped between them.

“You tell me,” He arched up to kiss her again. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as he laid back on the bed, bringing her with him. He rolled them over so she was on her back, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He whispered. “Can I have you?”

“You’re asking?”

“Hey, I might be an asshole, but consent is still sexy,” He purred. He moved his head to start kissing her neck, finding a spot that brought the best noises from her lips.

“Yes,” She whispered, holding onto him. “I’m yours.”

“Perfect.” Without much wait, he slowly pressed into her, stretching her more than she had felt in a long time. “Fuck, baby girl.”

“P-Pete,” She gasped as he started to move, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist to give him more leverage. After a couple of moments of slow movements to give her time to adjust to his size, he pushed both her legs up, allowing him to be deeper in her. The noises she was making, the random moans of his name, and the soft whines, urged him on. He captured a few of those noises in kisses, hoping to hold onto them for a while.

He’d blame it on not being with a woman for a long time, but deep down, he knew it was because of these feelings that were building for (Y/n), and that caused him to him to reach his climax, right along with her. He rolled off of her before pulling her to his side.

“Should’ve brought the smokes in with us,” He chuckled a little as she rested her head on his chest. “I haven’t felt that good in a long time sweetheart.”

“Me neither,” She sighed happily, loving the feeling of being safe in his arms. She felt his chest rumble a little as he played with her hair.

“Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you,” He sang softly to her. She let her eyes fall closed, resting in his arms.

****

(Y/n) could smell coffee. That’s what woke her up. The smell of coffee and hashbrowns. She let her eyes open, realizing she was alone in bed. She sat up, sheet wrapped around her, and found Pete sitting at the table. He was sipping a coffee and reading the paper. There was a cigarette in the ashtray, smoking as he alternated puffs of it and sips of coffee. He noticed the movement on the other side of the room.

“Morning beautiful,” He looked up at her. “I set some coffee and food in the microwave for you.”

“How long have you been up?” She asked as she reached over the side of the bed for her clothes. “Why’d you let me sleep so long?”

“Long enough and you needed it. Especially if we’re going to get back on the road,” He watched as (Y/n) got dressed, each curve driving him absolutely crazy. She went to the microwave and got the food, smiling that it was still warm.

“Thought you’d stay in the room and have me run the errands,” She told him as she sipped the coffee. “Especially after the news ran that story about you.”

“I blended in. I had sunglasses I found in your car,” He chuckled. “But we should probably get going.”

“Right,” She picked up the clothes she had been wearing before they got to the motel. “You know Pete, I never liked this outfit.”

“Good thing I bought the supplies to burn it,” He chuckled. They gathered everything and headed out the door. (Y/n) returned the key while Pete waited in the car. She climbed into the car and settled into the passenger seat. Pete headed south, drumming his fingers along to the song on the radio.

“Look at all these people, just going about their daily lives,” (Y/n) watched the cars they passed. “Just a couple of days ago, I was one of them. And I hated every minute of it.”

“What about now?”

“I feel…free. For the first time in my life, I feel there’s freedom around me,” Pete watched as she undid her seatbelt and rolled down her window. She stuck her head out of the window, letting the Pacific wind whip her head around. “Woooooo!” She called out, a big smile on her face. Pete couldn’t help but smile too.

“Feel better?” He took her hand when she settled back into the car and put her seatbelt back on.

“Much.”

They drove for a little while until they came to some fields. Pete pulled over to the side of the road and got out, walking around to the passenger side to open the door before (Y/n) could. She got out and looked around.

“What are we doing here?” Pete opened up the back door and pulled out two bags; one that contained lighter fluid and matches, the other with their clothes from the previous days. He took her hand and led her out to the middle of the field. (Y/n) dumped the clothes into a pile while Pete doused everything in a firestarter. Once he was satisfied with his work, he lit two matches, handing one to (Y/n).

“Time to erase the fuckin’ past, right darlin’?”

“To a better future,” She smiled at him before they tossed their matches on the clothes, watching them go up in flames. Pete pulled (Y/n) to him, kissing her deeply as their clothes burned.

“We should probably get out of here,” Pete kept her close in his arms. “Someone’s gonna call the cops for unauthorized burning.”

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” He led her back to the car and before too long, they were off.

****

(Y/n) had her eyes closed, listening to Pete singing as he drove them toward Los Angeles. It would be easy to blend in and figure out their next move. It was all so surreal, so relaxing.

Until the sirens came on and the red and blue lights started flashing.

“What’s going on?” (Y/n) opened her eyes and looked around.

“Fucking pigs behind us,” Pete growled. “Just play it cool. Let me do the talking sweetheart.”

“I trust you,” She gave his hand a squeeze as he pulled over. The patrolman walked up to the driver's side window.

“Officer,” Pete greeted him. “What’s going on?”

“Sir, where have you and your companion been?”

“Here, there, and everywhere,” Pete gave a dry chuckle.

“This car matches the description of a car that was at the scene of an arson,” The cop ignored Pete’s sarcastic comment. “I need license and registration. From both of you.”

“Yeah, about that…” Pete threw open the door, knocking it into the cop. Once he was off his feet, Pete hit the gas. (Y/n) gripped the door as more sirens could be heard around them. “I promise you I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Pete, are we fucked?” (Y/n) knew getting into bed with a criminal was a bad thing, but somehow she never saw the cops in her future.

“Nah, babe. I’m the king of these streets. I…shit!” He slammed on the brakes as he hit spike strips. The car skidded to the side, (Y/n) hitting the window hard. “Fuck!”

“Get out of the car with your hands up!” A voice outside boomed. (Y/n) looked at Pete, terrified.

“Pete, what are we going to do?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled.

“(Y/n), look at me,” Pete turned her head to look at him. “I’m going to keep you safe. They’re not going to do anything to you. Not if I can help it. Ok?” (Y/n) didn’t answer. “(Y/n)!”

“Okay,” She nodded. “Let’s ditch the car and get the fuck out of here.”

“That’s my girl.”

(Y/n) made the first move to get out of the car. It all happened in slow motion for Pete. The first shot and her cry. He watched as she collapsed to the ground. Pete dove through car and over to her, keeping her sheltered from the cops. There was some yelling from the cops as Pete examined (Y/n). There was a wound to her thigh that was starting to bleed pretty heavily.

“Shit, babe,” Pete peeled off his shirt and tied it around her leg.

“Pete, you have to go,” (Y/n) had tears streaming down her face. “You’ve gotta get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you. Not like this darlin’.”

“Pete, please. I’ll just slow you down. I want you to get out here, please.”

“No (Y/n). You wouldn’t abandon your car. I’m not abandoning you.”

“Just pretend you’re leaving my ass at a McDonald’s,” She tried to smile, but he could tell she was in pain. He had never felt like this for another person, not even Frank’s kid. But this girl had stolen his heart. And he didn’t want to lose her.

“Maybe we could go down through the sewer. There’s a manhole right there. Think you could climb?”

“Pete, no,” (Y/n) squeezed his hand. “You go. And you come find me again.”

“Babe, please. I can get you down the ladder.”

“You know that’s not an option,” She leaned over and kissed him. “Go. Please.” He cupped her face and rested his forehead against hers.

“Tell them I kidnapped you. They’ll go easier on you,” He told her. “And I’m going to come back for you. I promise.” The last words were left unsaid, but they didn’t need to be said. They knew.

I love you.

With one final kiss, Pete ran off, leaving (Y/n) sitting against the car with tears streaming down her face as the cops surrounded her.

****

Six Months Later

A black ghost, a 1970 Dodge Challenger sat down the block. (Y/n) could appreciate the muscle car, but she didn’t pay it much of a second glance as her taxi dropped her off at her townhouse. She left her dead-end job and her shithole apartment, getting a better view of the bay in the process. Now if only she could get a job.

She carefully walked up the steps to her door. Her leg still bothered her from time to time, but there had thankfully been no complications. No one had been able to pin her to any of Peter McCabe’s crimes, and after some interrogation, she was set free. It had been six months, and not a word from Pete.

She figured he had probably forgotten her along the way, but she could never forget him.

Another pointless interview in the bag, and now she could take off these ridiculous heels and get out of the itchy business suit. She never felt comfortable in a skirt anyway. She kicked off her shoes and threw her purse on the kitchen island. She took off her blazer and threw it into the washer. The house was too quiet. So as she headed to get the rest of her laundry, she turned on the radio built into the walls.

That’s when the song hit her. The Richard Marx song Pete had sung to her that night as he held her. She wanted to turn it off, but that song was all she had left of Pete, besides a scar on her leg. She stood in the middle of her living room for too long, almost not recognizing the sound of her doorbell ringing. She opened the door, seeing the Challenger right outside her door, but that wasn’t the important part.

Because Pete stood there, in a suit, with flowers in his hand.

“Pete!” (Y/n) gasped.

“Hello darlin’,” He gave her a smile. “Miss me?” She threw herself into his arms, letting him hold her close. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Where have you been?” She asked, letting him into her house.

“Here, there, and everything,” He chuckled, giving her the flowers. “You’ve done well for yourself.”

“Yeah I guess so,” She sniffed the flowers and smiled at him. “Nothing compares to the fun we had though.”

“About that,” Pete leaned on the kitchen island and watched her put water in a vase and stick the flowers in it. “I’ve got a little place. Safe and hidden. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Where’s it at?”

“Does it matter?”

“Nope,” She smiled. “Let me pack some things I can’t replace. Fuck the rest. Most of this furniture was here when I moved in.”

“That’s my good girl,” He watched as she went to pack a bag, but snagged her first and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. “Fuck, I missed that.” He let her go pack some things. She left the keys for the townhouse on the counter and ran out to the Dodge with him.

There was no looking back as they hit 80 going out of town. Together.

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