Author's Notes: This is just a series of ficlets I wrote from prompts on my LiveJournal. They're not related to each other.
Disclaimer: I own none of this
Pairing: Weevil and Faith
When she pulls up to his uncle's scrap yard on her bike, Weevil thinks she's just another weekend rider, if a hot one. But pretty soon it's clear that she knows what's what with her ride, and more than that, the small blood stain on the seat tell him there's more to her than meets the eye.
So he tells her it'll take a few days, they have to order the parts, and offers her a ride to the nearest motel.
He asks her what she's doing that night, and it's just a little peck, but she tastes like the road, like freedom. She'll probably be there, at the motel, she says with a wink.
Weevil thinks he probably will be, too.