Jesse slung his bag over his shoulder, and took a swig from his water bottle. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he inhaled deeply in an attempt to catch his breath. Dance practice had been especially rigorous today, what with the competition coming up next month and the performance a week before that. It was worth it, though. Dance gave him a sense of purpose, and he had a passion for what he did. It was infinitely better than the petty crime and gang violence his life had been filled up with before he started dancing.

He waved goodbye to his fellow dancers, before grabbing the last of his belongings and heading out the door. Part of the deal he had made with his probation officer was that he wouldn't be allowed a car, so he either took the bus or walked where he needed to go. His dance studio was only a few blocks away, so he opted to walk home on days when he had practice. On nights like this, though, he really regretted not having a car. Practice ended late, and almost no one was out. Nightmares of his old gang members getting their revenge on him for ratting them out plagued him, and it was when he was walking home in the near pitch black he truly feared them coming into reality.

Tonight was no different. He walked through the dark, unlit street, poised and alert, waiting for anything to happen.

And something did indeed happen. As he was rounding the third corner from his apartment, a voice yelled out at him. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. If it ain't McCree, the man who beats you down, and apparently rats you out as well," the voice hissed angrily. There were a few hoots and hollers, and Jesse groaned in exasperation. Not these clowns. He turned around to face them, and his eyes sparked in recognition at who they were. Members of the infamous gang he had once left.

Thankfully, they were just a bunch of grunts with no higher ups leading them.

"Whaddya want?" he asked, voice gravelly and edged with something dangerous.

"Revenge," one of the grunts spat. Suddenly, there was the sound of metal and the safety of a gun going off. Shit. These guys were serious. A gunshot went off, and Jesse was off. Running faster than he ever had before in his life, the grunts trailed close behind him, jeering and yelling and shooting willy nilly. Fuck. Jesse would have wiped these assholes out if it weren't for his probation. He cursed as he rounded a corner, almost falling on his ass. He couldn't keep this up, his muscles were already exhausted from dance, and he couldn't lead the fuckers straight to his house.

Suddenly, a voice yelled to him. "Get in the car!" He prepared a rather loud 'fuck you', but as he turned to see who was in the car, he held his breath. A handsome man sat in a black BMW, motioning for him to hurry up.

"Why should I trust ya?" Jesse hissed, eyeing the man suspiciously. The man rolled his eyes and pointed at the morons nearly a block away.

"You clearly have no chance of outrunning them, and for some reason you are not going to face them either. I am your best bet," he responded, voice silky and charming.

Jesse nodded, the man was right. He ran to the opposite side of the car, and practically threw himself into the passengers seat. "Step on it, sexy," he said, filter failing him as the words tumbled from his mouth. Nonetheless, the man did as Jesse asked, eyebrows raised.

"My name is Hanzo. Sexy is great and all, but I figured you would like to know my actual name," he flirted. Jesse froze up, face flushing with heat. He hadn't expected that. "What, surprised? I did not just help you because I am a good samaritan. You are very cute."

Jesse struggled against the urge to fan himself, and gave Hanzo a small grin. "Oh yeah? I'm Jesse. Those dipshits chasing me were my old gang members. Jus' thought I'd throw that out there, so ya know I come with baggage. It's a package deal, what can I say?" he bluffed.

Hanzo grinned back. "You are the dangerous type, then. If you were not so cute, I would kick you out of the car right now."

Jesse smirked, a small spark of confidence coursing through his body.
"Oh yeah? How about this then: when we're done bein' chased by wanted criminals, how about we catch a movie an' I take ya out to dinner?" Jesse said flirtatiously.

Hanzo gave the former gang member a blinding smile. "That sounds good to me."

A/N - fuk u beurden and potato