The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
Almost 3 months ago
I load my gun like a pro, glancing across the room at Danny. He smiles at me reassuringly. When he sees my nervous expression he walks over to me. The bullet proof vest adds bulk to his chest.
"What's wrong babe?" He asks and holds open my vest for me.
"I just have a bad feeling about this one..." I mumble and he secures the straps around me.
"Well I've got your back," he says and kisses my cheek.
"I'm still worried Danny," I mumble and we walk out of the station to his car.
"We have back up babe, and we've done this a thousand times before. Don't overthink it," he reassures me as we climb into the discreet black SUV.
"I'll try not to," I admit with a sigh and lean back into the seat while we drive.
"So my mom says March 8th should work for most of my family," he says, changing the topic.
"That's good, but are we sure we want to get married in March?" I ask with raised eyebrows.
Instead of groaning in frustration like most guys would do, he laughs. "Still can't decide between spring and winter?"
"Fall is back in the running as well," I admit as we pull up to the old apartment building. I climb out of the car in stealth mode. My blonde hair hangs in a low ponytail down my back and I'm wearing flat shoes instead of heels.
"Sending unit 67 in to third floor," a muffled voice says from my ear. "Unit 13 p
Secure the perimeter."
Danny and I look at each other and begin the trek around the building. The dark sky overhead makes it difficult to be sure whether you're seeing a person of just a trash can.
"Right side is clear," Danny mumbles into the small walkie talkie. He nods at me and we take the next corner. My feet crunch over broken glass and I wince at the noise but continue on.
"Put your guns down!" A shaky voice calls out from behind us. Danny and I whip around in unison. My heart stops.
The first thing I see is the gun pointed directly at my chest, the red dot proving it. My eyes travel to the carrier of the gun and my breathing increases. I keep my weapon trained on him.
"What are you doing Jessie?" I ask with confusion. His curly blonde hair that matches mine is matted to his forehead with sweat. His blue eyes look at me with barely concealed craziness.
"Violet he's going to shoot you," Danny whispers a warning to me.
"He's not going to shoot me," I say loud enough for Jessie to hear. This is insane. I'm sure if we all just talk we can figure out what's going on. I holster my gun and begin to walk towards Jessie.
"STOP RIGHT THERE VIOLET OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU!" Jessie screams. I jump at the tone of his voice. He's never talked to me like that in my life. This is crazy?! He's not going to kill me.
"Jessie just calm down," i say soothingly. "Tell me what's wrong."
A demented cackle escapes Jessie's lips and I cringe. "What's wrong?! I'll tell you what's wrong. You. You are what's wrong. You killed them. YOU KILLED THEM!" He screams at me. The red dot moves from my chest to my forehead.
"Violet!" Danny calls desperately from behind me.
A gun shot splits the air around us.
End of flashback
I wake up covered in sweat in Harry's bed. Tears stream down my face. Why did I have to dream about that? Of all things. Why that.
The bedroom door opens and Harry bursts in.
"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly.
"Yeah," I mumble and sit up. I place my head in my hands and wipe away my tears discreetly.
"I heard you scream.." He mutters and runs his fingers through his curls.
"Where were you?" I ask. He got here awfully fast.
"Just down the hall in my office," he says and gestures out the door.
His office.
"Do you mind if I hang out with you for a bit? I'm kind of shaken up..." I plead pathetically. I see his green eyes soften. I guess it worked.
"Yeah that's okay, bad dream?"
"Something like that.." I mumble and get to my feet. Harry wraps his arm around me and walks me down the hallway into the previously locked room.
"What was it about?" He asks gently. He sits in his desk chair and pulls me down to sit on his lap. I'm too tired to resist.
"Just someone I love dying," I admit.
"Those are the worst," he says and rubs my back.
"I'm pissed at you," I say, remembering the events from earlier.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to remember," he grumbles. "I'm really sorry if that helps."
I pause for a moment. "It doesn't."
I feel his sigh as well as hear it.
"You fucked Sierra and then me. I mean really?" I say, disappointment in my voice. It really hurts that he screwed her the night before me. Especially since I saw him earlier that day.
"I wasn't thinking," he explains.
"May I ask you a question Harold?" I ask and observe the contents of his desk. A computer sits there with a dark screen. A few things are written on various notepads, I'm pretty sure one of them is just a grocery list and I can't decipher the others.
"Sure," he mumbles.
"How many girls have you treated like you treat me, just to get what you want?" I ask our of curiosity. I'm acting like I'm mad that he slept with her but really I know it's for the best. I mean if he fucks everything with a vagina then I won't feel so bad for throwing him in jail and I won't get as emotionally invested.
"A lot," he admits. "But with you, it's sincere."
"I don't believe you," I admit.
"I'll make you believe me, if it's the last thing I do," he says and kisses my neck sweetly. I climb off his lap and walk out of the room before he can continue.

Harry's POV
Sage leaves right when I kiss her neck and I feel like a complete idiot. Why am I such a dick? I mean it never really bothered me before, it still doesn't, unless it involved Sage. I mean I called up tony and had him make Sage and Sierra fight for my own personal pleasure. What kind of sick fuck does that? I feel even worse about humiliating her in front of the lads. Now they think she's just another one of the girls I bang but I want her to be so much more. I could actually see myself dating her. Sharing secrets. Keeping her safe. I want to do it so much. I decide, for the moment, to give her some space.
She's been through a lot today and she hasn't even been awake most of the time. In the meantime, I'm dealing with this whole Daniel situation as well as can be expected. They moved him to a new location and I'm sending Liam over every once and a while to beat the shit out of him. For fun. If Sage knew that Liam is so much worse than me I bet she wouldn't be sitting close to him on couches and asking him for rides. As soon as the thought pops into my head I know I have to expose him to her. But that means exposing her to the rest of the gang as well which is risky. However, if it means she will trust me, than it's a risk I'm willing to take.

Notes

I'm actually giving you guys answers to stuff what... I know, I thought this day would never come either. Anyways I hope you liked it and I guess I'm just in a double updatey mood these past couple days.
I don't have any questions for this chapter but let me know what you think about Harry and Sage or Sages past of anything :)