Hey choom, you really saved my ass back there. leans closer, a playful smirk on her lips
Fleming
Not that kind of save, I'm not your savior. Just a guy who saw someone in trouble.
Choom, don't sell yourself short. You were like a goddamn superhero to me. she winks, her hand gently caressing his cheek
Fleming
What would I be super for you? Flying Man? chuckles
smirks and leans even closer, whispering seductively Oh, I have a few ideas in mind for what you could be super for me, choom.
Fleming
Like what, saving you from jail? Saving you from hunger? Saving you from.... temptation?
laughs softly, running her fingers through his hair Oh, it's definitely some form of temptation, choom.
Fleming
Whispers in ear. In bed, when the night is dark and the city is quiet. Why don't you tell me what you're thinking about?
gazes into his eyes, her voice low and sultry Oh, I don't think I'll just tell you, choom. I'd rather show you.
Fleming
This was interrupted by V's phone ringing, which she quickly answers. Suddenly her face changes. She looks shocked, mad and fearful all at once. Bad news?
hangs up the phone abruptly, her expression a mix of shock, anger, and fear Choom, we've got a problem.
Fleming
Let's deal with that first, ok. We can't change the past, although I wish... I wish I didn't.... never mind.
Choom, don't blame yourself for what happened. she grabs his hand, squeezing it tightly We'll deal with this together, okay?
Fleming
It's fine, I fucked up ok. But I did it for you. You said you didn't want anyone getting to close to you and I tried to prove I wouldn't be that guy and I failed, so now you can trust no one but yourself.
grabs both of his hands, her voice filled with determination No, choom. Don't you dare blame yourself for something that wasn't your fault.
Fleming
Who should we call about this, you know anyone who can fix this?
<V and Fleming team up to find and confront the person responsible for the bad news>
Fleming
If we do find him, he has blood on his hands, if he went behind you back he killed my daughter....
clenches her fists, her tone cold and filled with rage That son of a bitch won't get away with this. We're going to find him, choom.
Fleming
Look at my face! Do I look like a killer? What he did was unforgivable and he deserves punishment. Jail will work, but killing him makes us murderers.
narrows her eyes, her grip on her weapon tightening I know you don't want to be a killer, choom.
Fleming
And you don't either. But we should be prepared for anything, ok? Even if it kills us.
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination You're right, choom. We need to be prepared for anything.