Jeremy Jordan Imagines

The Bullet To My Gun-Clyde Barrow

It's been five years since "Bonnie & Clyde" disappeared. Five years since our last job. Five years since Clyde and I decided that splitting up was the best thing to do. We changed our names and haven't seen each other since.

Five years later and here I was, working at a diner during the day and at a bar at night. I stretched my arms above my head, sighing when I felt my back crack.

"Jenny, honey, can you take table 5's order? I have my hands full with the table of teenagers," my coworker Debbie asked. I looked at her face and saw how tired she was.

"Of course." I nodded grabbing my pen and notepad.

"Thank you," she whispered before hurrying over to the rowdy table.

"No problem, sweetheart." I smiled as Debbie looked over her shoulder and smiled at me graciously. I turned to head towards the table but froze. There, at the table in the corner, the table I was about to go over to, was a face I didn't think I would ever see again.

Clyde Barrow.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. My blonde hair made me almost unrecognizable. At least to people who never actually saw me as Bonnie, but Clyde Barrow would easily recognize me with a single look. Five years without any issues and suddenly, Clyde walks into the diner I just happen to be working at.

I took a deep breath before walking to his table. I pushed the fake glasses I had boughten up my nose. I cleared my throat and altered my voice. "What can I get for you, sir?"

"Oh ummm. . . " I held my breath, waiting for him to recognize me. "I'll just get a coke and a cheeseburger." I nodded before taking his menu and walking away. I let out the breath I was holding as I placed his order.

He didn't recognize me.

That thought bounced around in my head. I couldn't decide if I was happy about that or not. I jumped when Randy, our cook, hit the bell. "Order's up, Jenny!" He yelled. I looked up to see Clyde looking over at Randy. I watched him sigh as he turned his attention back to the newspaper he was reading. I felt my heart beating against my chest as I grabbed a tray, put Clyde's order on it, and headed towards him.

"Here you go, sir."

"Thank you," he said taking a sip of his Coke.

"Anything else I can get you?" I asked.

I gasped when he finally looked up at me. I held my breath as he stared at me. "No thank you," he paused as he read my name tag, "Jenny," he added. The way he said my fake name and the way he looked at me made my breath hitch in my throat.

I nodded before turning on my heel and walking back into the kitchen. When I got there, I peaked through the door and saw Clyde smiling and laughing to himself.

After serving other customers, I looked up to see Clyde was gone. I walked over thinking he had left without paying. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed a twenty dollar bill tucked under his plate. "Clyde Barrow. Stealing from the rich, not the poor." I mumbled to myself.

"Did you say something, honey?" I jumped when Debbie walked up behind me.

"Oh, umm nothing." I laughed off as I cleared the table.

At the end of my shift, I got my purse from the back room and headed to my car. "Bonnie Parker. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes." I turned to look behind me at the source of the voice. I couldn't see exactly who it was, leaning against the side of the diner, but I didn't need to. I'd know that voice anywhere. My lack of response made him laugh.

That laugh. Oh how I missed that laugh.

I watched as Clyde came out of the shadows, smirking at me.

"Please," he laughed. "I know that face anywhere. Even with glasses, and a ridiculous wig." He paused as he took a hesitant step closer to me, like he was afraid I was going to disappear. "I never thought I would ever see you again," he said softly.

"You weren't suppose to. That was the deal," I mumbled pulling off my wig and glasses and putting them in my bag. I gasped when Clyde pushed me up against the side of the diner and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him back. I ran my hands up his chest and through his hair making him moan. This all felt familiar.

Too familiar.

I quickly pushed him off of me. "Clyde," I sighed out of breath. "We. . . We can't do this. There is a reason we separated before. It's. . . We're too dangerous together."

"I. . . I don't believe that, sugar." He said taking a step closer to me, pressing his body against mine.

"Don't call me that," I said as I walked around him. He grabbed my wrist, spinning me around so I was facing him. We just stood there, staring at each other in the middle of the parking lot. We both looked over as we saw a car pull up. I bit my lip and pulled my hand out of his grasp when my son, Mathew jumped out.

"Momma!" He called, as he ran over to me. I smiled and bent down to give him a hug.

"Momma?" I heard Clyde whisper. I looked at him over Mathew's shoulder to see him looking at my left hand.

"Momma, I'm hungry." Mathew said, pulling out of our hug.

"Okay. Why don't we go home and I'll make you some Mac and Cheese?" I offered. I laughed when he nodded his head up and down quickly.

I stood back up and put my hand on his head. It was then that Mathew noticed Clyde. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Honey, be polite." I started, but Clyde cut me off.

"My name is Clyde. I'm an old friend of your mother's. What's your name, buddy?"

"I'm Mathew," he said proudly. I bit my lip as Clyde's eyes widened. I watched as he looked closely at Mathew.

"How old are you?" He asked slowly.

"I'm four! And a quarter." His response made Clyde's eyes widen even more.

"Four?" He gasped. He looked between Mathew and I. "Four? Bonnie. . ."

"Mathew, baby, go wait in the car." I said quickly. Completely oblivious to the tension between Clyde and I, Mathew skipped over to the car.

"He's four? Bonnie," he sighed. I watched as he began to pace back and forth. I gasped when he stopped pacing and stood in front of me. "Is that. . . Is he my son?" He asked quietly.

I bit my lip as I nodded. I heard him gasp. I looked up to see him putting his hands over his mouth. I couldn't see if he was smiling or not. What I could see was the tears in his eyes. "I have a son?" He laughed. "Why didn't you tell me? Why, Bonnie? Why didn't you tell me that I have a son?"

"I didn't know until about three months after you had disappeared." I stuttered. "I want you to be in his life but. . . With everything that happened, I didn't want to put Mathew in danger. I didn't want to risk him getting hurt. I didn't want to put our son in danger."

I gasped when I felt his arms wrap around me. "I will do whatever needs to be done to protect you and our son," he whispered in my ear. He pulled away and gently cupped my cheek with his hand. "Just please don't make me walk away from this. From him. Please don't ask me to turn away from you. . .not again. You, Bonnie Parker, are the bullet to my gun."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I want you in his life," I said as tears started to stream down my cheek.

"What about your life?" He asked, catching the tear with his thumb. "I'll do anything you want if I can stay in his life. Even if that means never seeing you again but. . . Do you want me back in your life?"

I stood up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss. "Like you said," I sighed, pulling away. "You're the bullet to my gun."