(I hope you enjoy this! It's about 3,070 words which is definitely pretty long for me. I hope you enjoy!)

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Brendon and Dallon had stayed in the hotel for a couple of days, mostly just keeping on the low. No one in the town seemed to know them, plus, there wasn't any signs or posters with their faces blown up on them.

Dallon always hated the posters. They always got his nose wrong. (If you know what I'm referencing I love you.) Brendon always just thought it was funny, even if Dallon got upset with him.

After they had gotten bored with the hotel, they had packed their stuff and left, seeking more adventure.

It had been raining all day, so there wasn't much they could do anyways.

Along the whole drive, Brendon had been complaining about how bored he was, so Dallon finally gave in and he pulled into a small gas station. There wasn't too many people there, but enough to give them some entertainment.

Brendon was quick to hop out, Dallon sighing a little quietly as he gets out as well, pulling a container of cigarettes out of his pocket and he quickly lights one, taking a drag before blowing out the smoke. He locks the car and he looks over at his partner, humming a little quietly as he watches the younger and his excitement.

He didn't understand how the younger found entertainment in such simple things, he just didn't get it. The younger always lived on the edge, acting as if they weren't currently wanted in several cities for murder and theft.

Brendon giggles happily as he bounces into the gas station, his head held high. He wasn't even looking to start any trouble, he just wanted to go inside and act like a normal person for once instead of being on edge. He just wanted candies, or even a drink, but Dallon had to make it a big ordeal.

The older stayed outside, at least having the decency to stay outside and smoke rather than going inside. He just lent back against the building, slowly taking in and blowing smoke out slowly.

Brendon knew he was a bit annoyed, so he just didn't bother him or ask about anything. He didn't want to tick him off, I mean with one blow from a gun he would be gone, just like that. And it would all happen in a matter of seconds, he would turn into the victim of his lover.

As he walks into the gas station, Brendon looks around, humming a little quietly. It was small, and just a regular gas station, nothing special whatsoever. He quickly makes his way to the back, going to find a drink for himself and Dallon pretty quickly.

The lyrics of  'Mr. Brightside' were faintly playing through the speakers, and Brendon looks around, finding the source of the noise before he smiles and giggles.

"Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside."

The lyrics rang through his ears and he gently hums along as he looks around for a drink, his voice quiet as he sings the next few lines.

"You have a pwetty voice, mister.." he hears from beside him, and he slowly looks down.

He sees a little girl standing beside him, her stuffed bunny held tightly against her chest, her cheeks pink and flushed from what Brendon assumed was crying. He quickly glances around and he frowns, humming a little, not seeing an adult anywhere that she could belong to or be with.

He looks out the clear doors and windows again, seeing Dallon still leaning against the wall and he knew he only had so much time before he got annoyed. He looks back down at the girl, letting out a little breath.

"Thank you, honey.. where's your momma? Or maybe your dad?" He asks, crouching down to be beside the girl. She seemed scared. And she started to back away from Brendon, and he slowly shakes his head.

"I won't hurt you, sweet girl, I wanna help you.." he says gently, trying to keep his voice soft and sweet, not wanting to scare her even more than she already seemed to be.

"I d-dunno.." she murmurs, her breath hitching slightly and she slowly moved over closer to Brendon, reaching out a hand for him to take.

"Well.. when did you see them last?" He asks, frowning a tiny bit and he slowly takes her hand, smiling a tiny bit. Even if he literally had killed numerous people in his life, children always touched his heart, he loved them.

If they didn't live such a crazy life, Brendon would've loved to have kids, but, Dallon didn't want them, and Brendon just went with whatever Dallon wanted.

"M-Mommy w-was here a-an she j-just walked away.." the girl explains, looking up at Brendon and she wipes her eyes hastily, clearly trying to make herself stop crying.

"Alright, baby.. I'll stay with you until she comes back, alright?" He says, sighing a little gently and he moves to stand up, looking around the gas station once again. It was a really shitty place to have left a kid.

The little girl nods, following Brendon as he goes and finds himself a drink, just a simple coke. He also grabs Dallon a Dr. Pepper, just to be nice.

He was heading to the front to look around for the girls mother, when he felt his phone vibrate, and he knew exactly who it was. He quickly pulls his phone out and he sighs, reading over the text.

Dally 💕: How long does it take you to get a damn drink?

Brendon just scoffs a little, rolling his eyes.

Brenny: As long as it takes you to get me off, so I guess a long time huh? ❤️

Brendon knew he was going to get in trouble for that, but he didn't really care at that point. He was helping a little girl, Dallon could wait.

He just puts his phone back in his pocket and he sighs a little, keeping the girl close to his side as he goes to the front of the little store. Down the hall where the bathrooms were, Brendon saw another little store type area.

He wondered if she could possibly be in there, and he starts to lead the little girl over to the area, frowning a bit as he doesn't see anyone who seems to desperately be looking for a child. Plus the girl didn't immediately run over to anyone, so she presumed she wasn't there.

"Well, honey, come on, I'll bring you to the front and we'll tell the lady and man up there, okay?" He says, smiling slightly. The girl nods and she clutches her bunny tighter to her chest, continuing to follow Brendon up to the front desk.

As he reaches the front he goes to talk to the lady about the girl, but a wanted poster catches his eye. He lets out a little breath as he notices both him and Dallon's wanted posters. He just hoped they wouldn't notice.

They were slightly tucked away, other pictures covering them a bit, so he just hoped that they wouldn't catch on. How had the news of them spread all the way over here?

"Ma'am, excuse me, but.. I found this little girl in the back and she happened to lose her momma. She has no idea where she's at and I gotta get back to my boyfriend," he says, looking down at the girl with a small smile.

The lady begins to talk but suddenly the door of the store bursts open and a frantic lady and man run in.

"Claire! Oh my gosh, honey, there you are!" The lady gasps, panting a little as she looks down.

"Momma!" The girl, now known as Claire, cries out and she giggles a bit, bouncing up and down, her hold on Brendon's hand slowly becoming limp as she runs over to her mom and dad.

Brendon just smiles at the family and he sighs, deciding to not even get the drinks. He places them down before he goes to walk out, noticing Dallon was back in the car. He suddenly felt someones hand on his shoulder and his eyes go wide.

"Sir, thank you so much you don't even understand how much this means to us," another man's voice says, and when Brendon turns around he's met with Claire's father.

"Y-Yeah, of course. It's the least I could do, she's adorable by the way," Brendon rushes out, quickly turning to try and get away as quickly as possible.

"Wait.." he hears behind him, Claire's dad still talking. "You look familiar."

Brendon swore his chest became tighter and he felt his soul leave his body.

The man spins him around again, Brendon letting out a weak whimper as the man's eyes go wide. Yeah, he definitely knew who he was.

"Y-You're.. oh my god, you're Brendon Urie!" He exclaims, moving to step back. His hands come up and he pushes his wife and Claire behind him, his eyes not leaving Brendon.

Everyone's attention seemed to be on him now, and he was frozen, his hand falling place on the pocket that his knife was resting in. He really didn't want to hurt anyone in front of the girl, but he knew he may have to.

"Call the cops!" He hears a woman yell, and he turns to see the lady at the register making a grab for the phone, dialing 911.

Brendon quickly goes into action, trying to lunge forward and grab the phone from the lady, doing his best to pull it to the point where it was unplugged. He suddenly feels arms around him and he's shoved back, a gasp escaping his lips.

The next thing he knows, he's suddenly being knocked back, his jaw now hurting like crazy as Claire's dad had just punched him. He manages to regain his composure and he brings his leg up, kicking him in the chest as he tries to knock him back. He suddenly feels his leg being pulled and he yelps as his back and his head hit the hard tile floor.

He pants a little and he quickly pulls himself up, managing to punch Claire's dad in the nose, knocking him back enough to the point where Brendon could maybe get away just by chance.

As he goes to turn, he suddenly feels someone's arms around his neck and his hands quickly come up and he grabs at the persons arm, identifying them as the man that worked behind the register. By now the cops had been called, and Brendon knew he didn't have much time.

He throws himself back against the man, making the man's back hit the desk for the register pretty hard, hard enough for him to let go at least.

Brendon takes a gasping breath, the air suddenly coming back to his legs and he tries to take a second to compose himself, but the man seems to compose faster than he does, and he punches Brendon in the nose, the shorter man falling back against a display of just random little souvenirs.

Brendon scrambles away and he grabs his phone out of his back pocket, quickly trying to text Dallon and ask him for help. As the text is sent he takes a second to try and compose himself, feeling blood drip down his septum and over his lips.

Suddenly the door busts open again and thankfully enough it's Dallon, his gun held in his hands, ready to fire at any second, his finger on the trigger.

He glances down at brendon and he lets out a breath, quickly looking to everyone around them.

"If any of you fucking move, I'll kill you here and now," he growls, stepping to be more in front of Brendon, almost like he was protecting him in some way. As the lady at the front desk makes a move, Dallon quickly points his gun at her, firing it. It just misses her, and Brendon knew he was doing it just to scare her.

Brendon manages to pull himself up and he just somewhat hides behind Dallon, his hand slowly moving to pull out his knife.

Everyone in the room seemed to be stunned, but suddenly it was like a wave of relief washed over them as the sirens where able to be heard.

"Shit, we gotta get out of here," Dallon says quickly, keeping his gun up, but he grabs Brendon and he yanks him out to the car, quickly shoving him into it once he gets the door open. Brendon climbs in and he scrambles to his own seat, taking Dallon's gun into his hand.

Neither of them buckle as Dallon starts the car, quickly trying to pull out of the parking lot. They were now wet, their hair a mess since it was still steadily raining. As they see the cop cars, Brendon gasps, his eyes widening.

"Go, Dallon, goddamnit, go!"

The taller quickly complied, immediately speeding out of the gas station parking lot. As they get onto the road, going well over the speed limit, Dallon tries to turn the corner, but the car slightly hydroplanes, almost knocking against the curb and rolling into the ditch.

"Fuck!" Dallon pants, managing to quickly gain control again and he quickly gets back on the road, speeding off.

The car hydroplaning has definitely giving the police time to catch up, and Brendon and Dallon could both see them in the cars mirrors.

"Shoot the tires out if you can," Dallon says quickly, rolling down the cars window. Brendon quickly nods, moving to hang out of the window as he aims the guns at the police cars tires.

As he gets good aim, he fires the gun, knocking out one tire and he quickly aims to the other front tire, knocking it out as well. This causes the car to spin out of control, knocking out one other car with it.

Two down, three to go.

Brendon quickly pulls himself back into the car, panting heavily as he waits for the other three cars to come into clearer sight. Once they do so, he quickly pulls himself out of the window again, aiming at the tires of the car farthest to the left, quickly blowing the tires out, causing the car to spin out of control as well.

As it spins out of control, Brendon lowers the gun, the rain beating down on his head and his arms, soaking his shirt. He watches to make sure all of the cars get knocked out, but much to his dismay one of them doesn't.

As Brendon goes to aim, he suddenly hears the loud bang of a gun, and he feels an excruciating pain in his arm. He screams out a bit, causing Dallon to look over at him in alarm.

The younger had been shot in the arm, the wound slowly starting to bleed more and more.

Brendon tried to shake his head, quickly aiming at the last cars tires and he shoots, knocking out the back and front right tires.

He quickly pulls himself back into the car, Dallon rolling up the window as he lets out a pained cry, his head back as tears fill his eyes.

"Shit, baby," he gasps, looking over at his lover.

"D-Drive, please just drive s-so we can get this f-fixed," he pants, biting his lip and he just leans his head back, Dallon immediately driving faster.

They manage to flee the scene, leaving the cops in their dust. As they get to a smaller town, Dallon finds a cheap motel, quickly pulling into the drive. Dallon jumps out and he goes and gets them a room, returning within five minutes.

He quickly goes to the drivers side and he scoops Brendon up, taking him to their room. The number on the door read 111, Brendon noticed, and he lets himself go limp in Dallon's arms.

Dallon takes him into the motel room and he lays him down on the bed, going to their bags and he digs inside, trying to find anything to help his partner. Brendons arm felt as if it were on fire, and he couldn't do anything about it.

He just watches his lover, whining and whimpering a little gently as he tries to shift slightly, gasping out as he moves his arm a bit on accident.

He knew this was going to be a long and hard night, and he really wasn't all that prepared for it.

He had been shot before, but then again that was in the leg and that was before he had gone into the whole life of crime so he could actually seek medical attention. He got hurt way more than was to be expected, so he was used to having to have medical attention.

He was a bit used to pain, but then again it had been a pretty long while since he had gotten shot, I mean he was younger then, and he didn't remember the pain as well as he thought he had.

He tried to act tough though, making it seem as though he was perfectly fine. Dallon could see past his boyfriends little phase though, he could see the pain and his eyes and he could definitely tell by the tears that were gracing the beautiful boys cheeks how he really felt. His little whimpers gave it away as well.

Dallon felt horrible for his boyfriend, he would possibly do anything he could to take the pain away from him and end up giving it to himself, just so he didn't have to hear his partners pained cries anymore.

He did the best he could to tend to his partners wounds, being thankful that no fragments had been left from the bullet in his partners arm. He kisses his head gently and he sighs, wrapping his arm up after he had cleaned it and wrapped it up, trying to get past his lovers pained cries.

For the first time in awhile, Dallon's thick, cold hearted facade broke in front of his partner, proving he was just a big softy whenever it came to his baby.

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