Don't Go There, Vince…

Chapter One/Introduction: Vince's Problem

Okay, yeah, I know this is pretty odd, but hey, at least I'm updating again. Normally my fics have been, y'know, anime, KP, FFVIII, that sort of thing. But the other day I was watching Pulp Fiction and this idea just…happened. Yes, I –do- know what happens, and YES, this is an AU. Enjoy!

Vincent Vega had a problem.

That is, along with drugs, a shitty job, and a tendency to "accidentally" shoot people.

This new problem made all those others insignificant. In fact, if the wrong people found out about said problem, he would be in deep shit, fired, or maybe even shot dead on sight.

This wasn't just any problem.

Vince was in love with his boss's wife.

His boss was Marsellus Wallace, so this was inexplicably bad. Wallace was jealous and ridiculously overprotective. Rumor had it some guy got thrown out a window over a foot massage. But hey, that's just a rumor.

Still, Wallace was a dangerous man. Vince knew this, had witnessed it many times. So he had a clue precisely how much shit he would be in.

That didn't change the facts. Mia was intriguing. Intelligent. Smoking-hot. One date with her had driven him crazy, although he would never admit it aloud. But…It would never work. Never.

This didn't stop Vince from waking up at an ungodly hour that night from a dream that was, to say the least, very interesting. He looked at the alarm, swore vividly, and stared into a pillow.

The whole situation was his own damn fault. He had, after all, been given a choice. He could've said no….right?

Then again, Marsellus could've shot him for that, too. Refusing the boss wasn't a smart plan of action.

Dammit, he thought. What the fuck was he going to do?

Nothing, right now. It was too damn early. But for the moment, Vince thought he could deal with the dream. Or dreams. They were better than risking death.

With that decision out of the way for now, Vincent Vega closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.