Allan shifted nervously as the fire fight continued in the compound. He had the compulsion to head towards the danger and it was only natural but this time it was for a different reason. Rushing around the corner he banged straight into Rastapopulus who was grasping an injured but still awake Tintin, with a gun pointed towards his head. Glancing down he saw the Captain and Chang lying on the ground, leaving him unsure as to their conditions but the rise and fall of their chests confirmed exactly what he wanted to see.

Tintin was struggling with every little bit of strength left in him and was refusing to give in. Tintin's eyes met Allan's and in response he saw something different. A look in his eye that seemed different to what he had seen the last time they saw each other and even then Tintin sensed that he had been different.

"What are you waiting for you idiot! Give me a bloody hand!" Rastapopulus grunted trying his best to grapple with the young reporter. Allan stood there staring at his gun and wondering about the repercussions about what he was about to do. He breathed deeply and moved the gun into firing mode. Seeing this Rastapopulus smiled but he was under the assumption that Tintin was the target. This is better he's going to get rid of the twerp for me then I'll let him take the fall for it he thought smugly to himself. The gun swivelled and came to rest on Allan's intended target.

Rastapopulus

"Let Him go"

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Rastapopulus yelled.

"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine, now let him go"

"What are you going to do. Eh ! Shoot me? That isn't even going to make a damm bit of a difference. You haven't been the same since we were in Italy when you refused to kill them then. I should have killed you when I had the chance" he yelled, pulling his desert eagle from his waistline and aiming in at Tintin's back.

Allan however, was quicker and pulled the trigger before Rastapopulus got the chance to fire his own. Breathing heavily with the events that had just unfolded he placed his gun back in the holster and bent down to help Tintin up. Just as he did The Captain and Chang regained consciousness and the Captain instantly misinterpreted the situation.

"Captain wait! " he shouted as they began to run to him. "He's trying to help"

The captain stared at Tintin noticing the absence of a gun in his possession and then realised by default that only Allan was capable of firing the bullet that killed him.

"Wait a minute did he just….."

Allan nodded silently with nerves consuming his mind if he dared saying anything to the captain as he had given them hell for years and he knew deep down that he didn't deserve to be trusted.

"Let's get out of here" the Captain stated, attempting to avoid eye contact with Allan.

"Wait I can help" Allan suggested but this was a bad idea as, as soon as the words escaped his mouth the captain grabbed him and forced him against the wall, so hard that it took the wind out of him.

"Captain!" shouted Tintin.

"Give me one reason why!" the Captain yelled with anger exploding through every word.

"Please, I can help you…. I'm not expecting you to trust me, I don't deserve it but please I'm aware of things that affect you both and …. Now me" he replied quietly trying his best not to antagonise the naval man pinning him to the wall.

"Captain? Do you trust me?" Tintin asked solemnly

"Of Course"

"Then trust me now when I say that he coming with us"

The Captain didn't look particularly convinced but reluctantly, he let him go.

"Fine! The police can deal with him though. This rat's coming nowhere near me" he replied angrily.

It's a bit of an unlikely scenario and the events of what happened it Italy with Allan and the Gang will be revealed later. By the way this is not a death fic, well not yet anyway. This is a bit of a strange twist and trust me it runs deep so please read and review.