* Please review! I hope everyone liked this story! Again, this was wrote for ooglicunt! Keep an eye out, I'm launching a new Blade 2 story!*

The first thing Saint saw when she rushed out of the upstairs windows was Travis laying on his right side with his back to her. She called out to him and rushed forward. She dropped to her knees and leaned over him. He was breathing but had his eyes shut. She gently touched his arm and shook him carefully, unsure of where he was hurt at.

" Trav?" She whispered. " Travis, oh God, please say something to me." He groaned, opened his eyes and started to roll to his back. His left hand was gripping the right side of his shoulder and chest.

" He shot my shoulder." He groaned out.

" Who did?" Saint whispered.

" Nick did. You need to leave." He said. " Get out of here, Saint. He's crazy."

" I'm not leaving you. Come on, I'll help you up." She said as she tried to get her arms around him.

" No, Saint, you have to go." Travis groaned as she struggled to try and make him stand up.

" You want to know why I picked the right shoulder?" Nick's voice froze their movements. Travis and Saint locked eyes. Saint swallowed hard. " Because he's right handed and if I fucked that up, he can't do his artwork anymore." Saint turned and looked at her former boyfriend who was standing just a few feet away from them and was smiling.

" Why are you doing this? You don't love me, you have other girls. You don't want me." She said with tears in her eyes. She was clutching Travis' left arm. Nick laughed.

" You think this is about me being in love with you? You're right, I'm not. I don't think I ever was. I tried to be but it just never happen." Travis reached out to Saint and guided her to move so she was partially behind him, propping him up. He figured most of her body was covered by his so if Nick shot his gun, he'd hit Travis and not her.

" So then just leave us alone." Saint said. Her arms went around Travis to hold him close. His right shoulder was bleeding from an entrance and an exit wound.

" No, see I can't do that. I can't let you leave me. I am in control of this. I RUN THIS." He yelled the last part. " You really think I would let you leave me for someone like HIM!" He pointed to Travis with his gun, making Travis tense. His left hand went to her left knee where he gripped her hard. " He is nothing, Saint, can't you see that?"

" Nick, listen to me, I need to get Travis some help. He's bleeding and.."

" I know he's bleeding, Sweetheart! I shot him! Do you know that stupid little prick has been making drawings of you since you moved in with him? I saw them! Stupid asshole dated them! He made his first one a week after he met you! I should have ripped them up when I here but I didn't have time. I had to put up the fliers." Nick said.

" I didn't know, Nick. I..." Saint started again.

" Shut up, Saint! Of course you didn't know because you're stupid! You always have been! You missed everything! You missed the over the shoulder glances he would give you every time you walked by! You missed the way he looked at you over his cup but I didn't! Your entire friendship with him has been a fucking lie! He wanted you from the get go! He broke us up and I can not have that! I will not lose something to someone like him!" Nick yelled. " You know, Sweetheart, you are right, I don't want you anymore. I haven't wanted you for a long time but that doesn't mean I will let him have you." He narrowed his eyes and focused his gun on Travis as sirens sounded in the background. Saint's arms slipped from Travis.

" Please don't hurt him." Saint begged. Nick laughed.

" He shouldn't have touched you. He shouldn't have wanted what was mine and maybe I would have let him live." He said as he cocked his gun.

Travis had a second to register the gun that suddenly appeared in his field of vision a second before Saint fired it. Nick was rocked to side and then fell to his back as his gun flew out of his hand. He gasped, gulped for air then fell silent. Travis was stunned, almost to stunned to feel the pain pulsing through his shoulder and arm. Slowly Saint's arm lowered. She was breathing hard and crying. She wrapped her arms back around Travis and tucked her head into his neck.

" It's okay, Babe." He said as he closed his eyes.

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Travis was propped up in the bed inside the ER with his shirt off and his shoulder wrapped up tight. The bullet had went straight through him, hitting nothing virtual. He was cleaned out, x-rayed then patched up. He was just waiting for the doctor to write up his discharge papers then Jones and Derrick were taking him to the police station.

" What the hell is taking so long?" Travis asked impatiently. His arm was in a sling.

" She's okay. Swan said it was self defense." Jones said.

" I don't care. I need to be with her." He said. He frowned and sighed. " Did you see her face when they put her in the back of the car? She was so scared." He said quietly. Jones was sitting beside Travis while Derrick was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. All three roommates looked to the door when it opened.

" I got something for you." Swan said as he walked in. Following behind him was Saint, the right side of her shirt covered in Travis' blood. Jones stood up, Derrick grinned, Travis held his breath as Saint came forward. " We can't charging her with anything. While you have been here, I got her statement and found out the gun Nick had had been reported stolen. I'm marking it self defense and the case is closed." Swan was smiling as Saint reached Travis and Jones.

" Are you okay?" She asked Travis. Jones patted her arm then pulled away. She hitched her head to the side, signaling for the other two to leave the room.

" I'm okay. You?" Travis asked as he brought his free hand to her arm. He pulled her closer to him. As the door shut, Saint climbed into the bed with him. She put her head on his shoulder and her arm around his waist.

" Yeah." She said. Travis rubbed his chin against the top of her head. He closed his eyes and held her tightly.

" I lit my smoke, turned around and he shot me. I thought he was just luring you out to kill you." He said softly. Saint tilted her head up to look at him. He shook his head as he stared into her eyes. " I really thought I'd see him kill you in front of me."

" I grabbed Derrick's gun after I heard the shot. I dialed 911 then put my phone in my pocket so they heard everything." She said, making him smile.

" Smart girl." Travis said.

" He's dead. I killed him." She almost whispered, Travis nodded.

" He would have killed us both." He said. Travis squeezed her shoulder then dipped down and brushed his lips gently against hers. " Don't think about it, Babe."

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" You okay, Travis?" Jones asked once Travis was settled into Saint's bed.

" Yeah, I'm good." He said.

" You sure? You want some ice cream? A binkie?" Derrick asked with a grin.

" Fuck off, Dude. I was shot." Travis snapped, making Derrick and Jones smile.

" In the shoulder and you're going to be fine." Derrick said.

" You're just jealous that I'm getting all the attention." He said. Derrick laughed.

" Maybe so. Good night you guys." Derrick said as Jones pushed him out of Saint's room and closing the door behind them. Travis looked over to Saint who was sitting at her desk, looking nervous. She was rubbing her lips together and was pale.

" Saint, come and lay down with me." He said. She stopped rubbing her lips together and bit down on her bottom one but she didn't move.

" Is what he said true?" She asked.

" What part?" Travis asked.

" Were you making drawings of me?" She asked. Travis smiled and nodded. " Did you give me over the shoulder glances and watch me over your cup?" Travis inhaled but nodded.

" I've liked you for a while, Saint. I'm kind of surprise you never picked up on it. I thought for sure you caught me staring at you a few times." He said. Saint pulled herself up and walked over to him. She slipped her shoes off, turned out her light then crawled into her bed with him. She turned onto her left side so Travis rolled to his and snuggled into her back.

" I liked you too." She admitted. Travis smiled with his eyes shut.

" It took a long time before I would admit it to myself. I used to draw you without realizing it until the drawing the finished." He whispered.

" I felt guilty for liking you." She whispered. " I'm sorry you got shot."

" I glad it was me and not you." He said. " I would have freaked if he had hurt you."

" I can't believe this happen. I don't think I have completely processed it. I just can't believe I killed him." Her voice wavered as her eyes stung with tears. " I killed someone." She whispered.

" Hey, " Travis said. He rolled to his back and tugged on her with his left hand until she rolled over. She turned to her right side while he moved back to his left. " Don't do that to yourself."

" You bled on me. I thought you were dead when I went outside."

" I'm not, okay? And you had no choice. There is no doubt in my mind that he would have killed us both. You were under me. He could have shot me and the bullet could have went through me and hit you. He wasn't right in the head. If not you, someone else would have pushed him over the edge. He would have ended up being a wife beater and killing someone else so don't." She wiped her eyes and nodded as she took a shaky breath.

" Are we okay?" She asked. " You don't want to break up because of this."

" Fuck no." Travis said quickly. " Hell no. No, no, no, no." He was saying it so fast that Saint couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her quickly. " No, Saint." He kissed her again. " No." He whispered. She gently touched his neck. " I'm in this for the long haul, okay?"

" Are you sure?" She asked.

" Ah yeah, I did take a bullet for you, remember?" He asked. Saint started laughing as she pulled his head towards her.

" That's kind of sexy." She whispered against his lips.

" Yeah?" She whispered.

" Yeah." She said. He reached for her then whined when pain shot through his shoulder.

" You need to undress me then get on top so I can touch you with my good hand." He whispered. She smiled but helped him to lay back before she slipped down his body.

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