The last time it was ever spoken of was the day they walked out the doors of the Supreme Macaroni Company, seemingly forever.

Matilda had waited for what seemed like hours, watching the door, waiting for Leon to arrive. Even when Tony had started to make noise about the possibility that he wasn't coming home, that it was over, Matilda had remained firm. Leon was coming back. He had to. They were going to have roots together. So she drank her milk and silently waited.

The door to the restaurant was slung open and Matilda's heart stopped. He was there, right in front of her, clutching his side which was visibly bleeding.

"Leon!" she cried, running over to throw her arms around him. He grunted in response, and too late she remembered his injury. "I thought you were dead."

"So did I," he said in his deep accent. "But we can't stay here. We have to go. I barely escaped Stansfield. Tony!" he called out to the back of the room.

Tony peeked his bruised face from around the door. "Leon! Thank God you're alive."

"God had nothing to do with it, and neither did you," Leon grumbled.

Tony winced at the reminder. "Leon..."

"Save it. Just give me my money. Now. We're leaving."

"It will take some time, Leon."

"Now!" Leon shouted and both Tony and Matilda jumped. She had never heard him use that tone of voice before and instinctively she shrunk away, waiting for the violence that usually followed her father's outbursts.

"I've got to try to clean myself up," Leon said to her, motioning to the blood seeping out of the wound. "I don't think I was followed, but watch the door just in case."

Matilda nodded somberly as he passed by, snagging the first aid kit Manolo held out for him wordlessly and headed into the bathroom.

By the time Tony appeared back, with a suitcase in tow, Leon was stepping out of the bathroom, seemingly patched up. Tony sat the suitcase down and flipped open the latches.

"I couldn't get it all today, but we can make arrangements to get the rest later."

Leon eyed the piles of money inside. "It's fine for now. I need my spare guns too."

"I thought as much. I took the liberty of sending Manolo to get them." He wiggled a finger and the silent Manolo brought another case. "Where will you go, Leon?"

"Away from here, that's all you need to know. We'll be in touch when this runs out." Leon snapped the case shut. Glancing up at Matilda, he said, "Let's go."

"What happened?" Matilda asked as she struggled to keep up with him as he turned and walked out the door without another word to Tony.

"I got out just in time. I saw Stansfield in the hallway. But they'll be looking for us. We've got to get out of the city."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know yet."

"But I'm going with you," Matilda said softly. "I'm yours, right?"

Leon stopped walking. "I saved your life and I am responsible for it," he said, quoting her.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know." He turned and looked at her. "Let's get one thing straight. We are...partners. Partners do not mix business with pleasure. Tony taught me that."

"Bonnie and Clyde did."

"And they're dead, which is not what we want to be." He sighed. "If you want to go with me, you will drop this. When you turn 18, if you still feel the same way, we'll discuss it again."

"I am 18!"

"No, you're not. Drop it until you really turn 18, okay?"

Matilda smiled. "Okay."

Author's Note: Not sure where it's going, but had it lying around and finally decided to post it. Should it continue?