Ship: SyndiSparklez (Syndicate x Sparklez)

Summary: Basically a GTA (grand theft auto) au I used that was inspired by somebody on tumblr. Enjoy! ^.^
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It's amazing what human beings can be capable of.

When you're first born, everyone expects you to turn out good. Because you're a baby, right? How could a small baby turn out evil? How could this small bundle of joy become our worst nightmares? I wonder if that's what my parents thought when they saw my face for the first time. They must've believed I would turn out okay, that I would finish school, go to college, get a good job, marry a nice girl and have a few kids. I'm sure they didn't expect their little new born to turn out evil.

Well I guess I wouldn't call myself evil. Evil is like Jeffrey Dauhmer and Jack the Ripper and all those other heartless serial killers, right? Because if that is the picture of evil, I'm far from it. You see I'm not like 96% percent of the people in this country, I don't really enjoy this way of life everyone else seems to adore. I don't believe that you work for your money, nor do I believe that everyone gets a fair life here because of the 'freedom' that we claim we have. Nothing is fair. That's what I've found out in the last few years of my life. It took me sixteen years to realize this little fact, and it was all thanks to one very special guy.

At sixteen, I met Tom Syndicate at a drug store. It was the first time I ever got a gun pressed to my head. I just went in to grab some cough syrup for a cold, and before I knew it, somebody was holding a gun at me and screaming at the cashier to get all of the money out of the register. I got a glimpse at my captor a few times, and I realized he was only doing this because of a very good reason: he was dirt poor. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days and that made me feel sort of angry at the situation. If the economy hadn't screwed this guy over, maybe he wouldn't have to rob a broken down drug store for some cash. It was the first time I truly realized how awful this world is when a teenager has to steal in order to survive.

When the money was out and given to the boy holding me hostage, the boy still didn't let me go. I think he was going to as soon as he left out the door, but that all changed as soon as he turned his back for a single second to check the windows. The cashier pulled put a gun and cocked it, aiming directly at the boys head. That really ticked me off. This boy wasn't going to hurt me, he just wants something to eat for gods sake. And you want to shoot him for that? I tackled him to the ground just in time, causing the bullet hit the glass behind us instead. I pulled him to his feet and dragged him out of the door before the cashier could find time to shoot at us again.

We ran to my car and hopped in, not even bothering with seat belts as I stomped on the gas and flew out of there. That's when I got the first taste of it. Adrenaline. I'd been living a boring and law abiding life all this time when I could've been experiencing this feeling. I drove and drove until we were out of town, and as soon as we passed the state limits sign, I let out a sigh of relief. Not because I was worried we'd get caught, no, because I was relieved I wouldn't have to worry about my future anymore. No more tests, no more homework, no more expectations. If I keep driving I won't have to go back. They won't find me. I'll never have to go home again.

"Um...I guess I should say thank you?" The boy said awkwardly. That's odd, he sounds British. I wonder what he's doing flat broke in America. Maybe he ran away.

"It's fine. It was probably only a matter of time before I snapped and ran away from home anyways. I'm Jordan. What's your name?" I looked over for a quick second to see his full appearance. He wore a faded out Slipknot hoodie and a really old pair of blue jeans, with a beat up pair of converse to match. He had bright blue hair, rich brown eyes, and the most adorable nose I'd ever seen. And he looked like he was starving.

"Tom. Thanks for saving my ass when I threatened to kill yours." I could feel him out of the corner of my vision raking me over with his eyes, and it caused my cheeks to heat up a little. Does he think I'm adorable too? I was suddenly really self conscious of my green shorts and grey hoodie. I should've worn something cuter today.

"No problem. Are you hungry?"

"Nah...I just ate." Clearly a lie. We were stopped at a red light so I turned my head to narrow my eyes at him. He sighed and let his eyes fall to his lap, blushing. "I'm starving to be honest. But don't you dare think I need any of your-"

"Me too," I interrupted. I've already found he hates when people pity him. "I heard California's got some great restaurants." I looked over again, glad he wasn't scowling anymore and was now wearing an appreciative smile.

Then he turned away and rolled his eyes. "Yeah I need food now if you don't mind, Cali's ten states over and I'll die of hunger before we get there. But I like your way of thinking. We might need to stop there sometime. I've always wanted to go to LA."

And that's the small, uneventful story of how I met that special guy in my life. And it's went completely downhill from there, but I don't mind it. I like the chaos now.

"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"

They dropped like flies, everyone in the entire bank. The teller didn't even try anything, and usually those are the guys who try to play hero right away and get themselves killed. Fox took action immediately, hopping over the bank counter effortlessly and pressing the machine rifle to the tellers head, demanding to know where the vault was. While the teller shakily got up and led her to the back, the rest of us began our jobs.

My job is simple. Well for me it is, to Jericho and Syndy it must be the most complicated thing they've ever seen. I use my phone to log into the camera server and erase the last ten minutes of footage, and then I shut down the system completely as soon as that was done. I used to be quite well with computers and technology in general when I was younger, my parents wanted me to be a technician when I grew up. Look at me now mom and dad, robbing a bank with my incredible computer skills. I bet you guys are so proud of me.

"EMPTY ALL OF YOUR SHIT INTO THIS BAG, AND IF I CATCH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS WITH A CELLPHONE, YOU'RE ALL DEAD."

I've gotten used to Syndy's yelling by now. It used to bother me a little, scare me even how quickly he changed personalities when he slid on that zombie mask. Now I understand it's just an act to scare the crap out of people.

I put away the cellphone and give Syndy a thumbs up, and he gives me a nod of acknowledgment. He begins his next rant as Jericho and I collect all the cellphones, jewelry, and wallets. "NOBODY SPEAKS, MOVES, OR DOES ANYTHING UNLESS I SAY SO FROM NOW ON. THIS WILL ALL BE OVER IN TEN MINUTES, AND THEN YOU CAN GET ON WITH YOUR MISERABLE LIVES."

"Vaults clean!" Fox appears out from the back and throws us a duffel bag each, all of them heavy with the money we came for in the first place. Now all we have to do is stash the bag of items and then we can-

I let out a gasp when I felt a strong arm wrap around my neck, and then something cold and metallic press against my temple. I wasn't scared though. I live off adrenaline now, it's what I wake up for every day. This is nothing. It only excites me even more. Syndy heard me and immediately turned in my direction, raising his gun to the person holding me from behind. I felt my stomach do a little loop when I saw the fury in his eyes from behind the mask, knowing I was the one who riled him up like that.

"Let. Him. Go." I could hear him seethe through his teeth. If I hadn't been facing him, I would've grinned. This is real anger, not that fake stuff he pulls just to scare people. He's furious when somebody tries to hurt me. It's one of the only times I get to see that dark side he hides so much.

"Give me a cellphone and let me call the police, and then maybe he can live." The gun dug harder into my head and I let out a fake whimper of fright, even allowing myself to tear up a little. I knew I shouldn't have done such a silly thing, faking my fear and showing weakness. But I did it for very good reasons, I promise.

That small act alone enraged Syndy. He cocked his gun and fired mercilessly, and a yelp was heard from behind me as the man fell to the floor, shoulder bleeding from the bullet that pierced through it. I bit my lip to keep from smiling and giggling. Syndy grabbed me by the hand and yanked me right next to him, without saying another word to me. "Trash the cellphones, we're leaving."

Jericho threw the garbage bag of cellphones behind the counter and Fox took the butt of her rifle to knock the man who was shot into unconsciousness. She grabbed his gun and stashed it into her duffel bag, before giving a thumbs up that we were ready to go. We didn't linger, Syndy was already grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to the back entrance by the time she gave the thumbs up. We took the path we'd discussed earlier today was the best way and headed down a completely dark alley to our getaway car. Jericho and Fox hopped in the back and Tom slid in the drivers, which left me to sit in the passengers. I wasn't too keen on the spot, given that Tom was most likely irritated about having to shoot somebody for me, but I didn't have much of a choice. I slid in and slammed the door, and Syndy stomped on the gas immediately after.

It was completely quiet for a lot of the ride home. Once we were half way across town, the silence was broken by the person I was praying it wouldn't be broken by.

"Why weren't you looking behind you?" He asked in a low tone, like it was my fault that guy put a gun to my head. I was about to start a dull on raging argument with him, but then Tucker tried to save me.

"Dude, he wasn't paying attention to-"

"Damn right he wasn't paying attention," Syndy interrupted Jericho, snarling. "He could've gotten killed, or caused us to get caught. We've went over this plan over and over again, you're supposed to keep scanning no matter..." As he continued to rant, I flashed Jericho an appreciative smile for trying to bail me out. He just shook his head at Syndy in annoyance, making Fox giggle a little. I turned back to face the windshield and take in the insults my punisher was throwing at me.

"-could've risked us the whole mission just because you didn't damn well look behind you. Do you know how much of an idiot you were just now? If you weren't average at hacking, I'd have kicked your ass out by now. And another thing..."

Love you too I wanted to say. But I just sighed and sunk back further against the seat. I know he's got to be tough sometimes because he's the leader and all, but does he have to be tough all the time? He barely even shows that our relationship exists anymore, I'm actually a little scared he's forgotten we have a relationship. He's been so focused on maps and weapons and ammunition and money, it's like he hasn't got any time for us anymore. I love this life too, but I don't let it consume me. I want to enjoy normal things too.

I noticed he went silent in the time I was sulking in my seat, and I looked up to see what he must've gotten distracted by. We were stopped at a red light, there was nothing particularly interesting going on. Why did he stop talking? I dared to look over at him, only to see he had removed his mask and was now staring at me. I turned back away and gulped. He's about to yell at me for not paying attention to his yelling, I know it.

"You know I'm just scared, right? I'm not mad at you. I just get mad when I get scared, and usually I gotta take it out on things. I...I probably shouldn't take it out on you though. So...we good?"

No, we are not 'good'. You just called me an idiot and threatened to kick me off the team, and you didn't even apologize. You just made up a stupid excuse in hopes it would make up for everything. Couldn't you see inside that bank that I was trying to get you to pay attention to me? To appreciate me, show some backbone and kiss me passionately after you shot that guy only to show him our undying love for each other? I guess you didn't see that.

But I only shrugged instead of calling him out on it. I'm tired, I don't want to start an argument today. The adrenaline rush lasted not nearly as long as last time. It seems like nowadays Tom always finds a way to make me feel like crap during a high.

"Sparklez..." I heard him say. I said nothing. I stared out the window with my arms crossed, a blank expression on my face.

"Jordy, baby-"

"Don't call me baby," I spat. "You don't deserve it. Step on the damn gas idiot, the light is green."

It took him a second to register what I'd just said, before he stepped on the gas and continued forward. A word wasn't uttered the entire way home, and as soon as we stepped through the door, I went straight upstairs to my room without a second glance in his direction. I was almost in, my hand on the knob, before I felt arms snake around my hips and pull me against a warm chest.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"I love you."

"Good."

"Jordan..." He whined.

"Tom." I replied with no emotion whatsoever. He sighed, burying his head into my shoulder.

"Alright. How many foot massages I gotta give you to earn some forgiveness?"

"I don't just want foot massages all the time. You do know that right?"

"What do you want then?" He asked cluelessly.

"Sex, Tom. Love, passion, sex, the things we used to have all the time. You've been so caught up in money and plans and everything else, you don't even-...ugh, never mind. I'm going to bed." I twisted the knob and got an inch of the door open, before a hand reached out and pulled it shut again. Two hands spun me around and pushed me against the door so I couldn't escape, and I had to chomp down on my lip to keep from giggling like crazy. Finally, some action.

"Tell me," he whispered, lips brushing against mine. "I'll listen."

I sighed. "You just...I wanted you to do more than just protect me at the bank. I want adrenaline, I want excitement-"

He laughed, and his breath tickled my neck. "Almost getting shot wasn't enough for you?"

"Almost getting shot gave me nothing, because I know I'm not getting shot anyway with you around. If my boyfriend had shot the man, pulled me against him and passionately made out with me in front of that man to show our unbreakable bond of love, he probably would've gotten laid tonight. Too bad though." I tried to turn around, but his hands grabbed me firmly by the hips and pinned me against the door.

"Ah so you like that kind of adrenaline, hm? Well, the next time we rob a bank, I'll make sure to include the plans that we screw each other in front of everyone to show our unbreakable bond of love. Would you like that?" He brushed my hair back with a finger, smiling and letting his lips touch mine as he did so. I let a giggle slip past my lips. I can't help it, I love him too much.

"I'd like that..." I mumbled against his lips.

"I'm not planning another mission until next month. You know why?" His hand cupped the side of my face, pressing my head against his in an adorable fashion.

"Why?" I asked in an innocent manner.

"Because I'll be too busy burying you into the mattress."

"Tom!" I giggled and gave him a light shove. He grinned, mischief glinting in his big brown eyes.

"Get in there. Let's reenact what should have went down at the bank."
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It's short but I kinda liked it...what about you? I saw somebody put on tumblr that the Mianite fandom should have more GTA au's so...TADA!

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- Lee