Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Black Lagoon, I'm just borrowing them for awhile.

Black Lagoon: Quiet Moments.

"Yeah?" Revy said as she answered the phone. She listened for a moment then answered, "Yeah, okay. Be a few hours, though."

Rock's neat black hair fell into his eyes as he watched Revy hang up the phone then gracefully get up from her seat in the apartment the Lagoon company shared. She strode towards the front door and was gone, her long purple hair swinging behind her.

"Dutch?" Rock asked after a moment.

"Yeah?" Dutch asked, the muscular black man laying back on the couch. His ever present sunglasses shielded Dutch's eyes, making him hard to read, though Rock still found most of the members of his new company hard to understand.

Rock looked bit worried, "Where is Revy going?"

"Dunno," Dutch actually smiled a bit, "don't wanna know, either."

Benny sauntered in from the back room, presumedly where the blond haired man had been working on a piece of equipment for the Black Lagoon. "Revy's the kind of woman who needs her space," he advised, "she'll be fine."

"I hope so," Rock sighed.

"Revy, you bitch!" Bao yelled some time later as his bar, the Yellow Flag, once more erupted into gunfire and chaos. Limp brown hair fell across his forehead as he scrambled for cover, the bar reinforced to be bullet proof for just such emergencies.

"Hey," Revy yelled back as the T-shirt and cut off clad young woman returned fire, "I didn't fuckin' start it!" A bit of blood splattered the black tattoos on her right shoulder, thankfully the blood was from somebody else.

"Hell, you just have to walk into the bar and shit happens," Bao shot back.

"Aww, stop whining like a bitch," Revy snarled as she rolled between tables to try to get a sense of who was firing on her.

The two young men had ordered drinks, gone to a corner table then after a few minutes, opened fire on the bar. It was a crazy move, considering the sorts of bad asses that used the Yellow Flag, but so far they were surviving the stunt.

'Wonder if it's a hit,' Revy mused as she drew her pistols, 'or if they're just trying to make a quick reputation?'

"Fuck!" a voice yelped, then was cut off in a wet gurgle.

'Wimp,' Revy thought contemptuously. Deciding she'd had enough fun playing with the punks Revy moved, body uncoiling like some wild animal. Dodging fire Revy leapt up onto the bar, pausing a moment to savor everyone's shock, then jumped up towards the bar's roof, twisting in mid air.

"Oh shit," one of the gunmen managed to mouth, his red hair standing on end.

BLAM! BLAM! Revy fired both of her pistols cooly, dropping both men in a splash of red blood as they fell to the floor. The bar rang out a cheer, even as Bao roundly cursed her in the background.

"You couldn't have done that sooner?" Bao sighed as he got up, looking at the mess all around the bar.

Revy smirked, "No fun that way."

"When I find out who sent those two fuckwits," Bao scowled, "I am going to get the repair money out of them or I'll wield their damned assholes shut!"

Revy walked over to the bodies, kneeling down to fish around for papers of any kind. "Chinese names," she noted, "but no passports or money. Think it was a job?"

"Fuck if I know," Bao admitted. He sighed as he grabbed the phone, "I'd better call Sawyer, get her in for clean-up."

"Well," Revy sauntered over to grab a still unbroken bottle of rum, "I'd better be going." Leaving some cash on the bar she added, "I've still got places to go..."

"And people to kill," Bao muttered as she left. Raising his voice he yelled, "Stay away a few weeks, at least till I get the damage payed off!"

"Yeah, yeah," Revy waved.

The streets of Roanapra were busy as they day shifted into twilight, men and women hurrying about for business and pleasure. There were street walkers, dealers, sidewalk merchants and more, all scrambling to make a buck or just survive in this mostly lawless town.

And Revy fit in to this place perfectly. A snarled word sent a druggy staggering away as she stalked down the street, a glance shutting up a busker looking for some change. She walked like this was her back yard, and the people around her looked on with a wary respect.

As arranged Revy turned the corner to the hotel, nodding to the young man at the desk as she went for the stairs. The fire that had once swept through the place was mostly repaired now, and you wouldn't even know that the bastard Cheng had been blown to hell in this very wing of the building.

Revy knocked on the door then called, "It's me."

"Come in," a woman called out, and Revy opened the door and went inside. Sitting across the room Balalaika relaxed on a sofa, her blonde hair flowing in a graceful wave down her back. As usual she wore a low cut business suit, her Soviet Army uniform coat draped over her shoulders like a cape.

"I brought the booze," Revy waved the bottle of rum as she walked over to where the other woman sat.

"No vodka?" Balalaika teased, her blue eyes twinkling as she smiled.

Revy sat down beside her as she answered, "You think we could actually get a decent brand of vodka here?"

"True," Balalaika laughed.

The burn scars that came down the side of her face, down her neck and disappeared beneath her clothes didn't take from her beauty, in an odd way they enhanced it. Balalaika had been through so much, and carried the marks to prove it, but she had survived. No, in fact she had triumphed, becoming stronger than she had been before.

Revy twisted the top off after pulling the cups Balalaika had already set out earlier. "So," she said as she poured, "why call?"

Balalaika took he glass, swirling the rum around before tossing it back. "I can't want to just talk?" she asked.

Revy tossed her own drink back, calmly thumping the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. "Not your style," she said flatly.

Balalaika took a turn pouring their drinks. "No, it's not," she conceded as she drank, "I wanted you here..."

"Yeah?" Revy drank.

Balalaika set her glass down then leaned forward, kissing the taste of rum from Revy's lips, "It's been too long since we've done this."

"Hmm," Revy turned to savor the kiss, reaching up to savagely twist her hand into the older woman's hair. "Too damn long," she murmured as they pulled back, "why the hell did you wait?"

"I was worried," Balalaika admitted after a moment, "that you were too busy playing with your new friend Rock."

Revy laughed, long and loud. "Rock's not like us," she shook her head, "he's going back home to Japan sooner or later."

"I'm glad," Balalaika gasped out as Revy bit her neck, sucking at both her healed flesh and her scars.

She might not admit it, but Balalaika cherished having Revy around, knowing the wild gunslinger wasn't bothered by the scars on her body. They weren't lovers, love had nothing to do with their relationship, what each offered the other was a safe sort of relief to dangerous pressures building within them both.

"So," Revy helped Balalaika shrugged off her military jacket and undo her blouse, "you gonna talk or are we getting down to it?"

'Revy doesn't change,' Balalaika thought with as grin as she unbuttoned the other woman's tight cut offs, 'thank goodness.' Curiously she asked, "Bedroom?"

"Why waste time?" Revy pounced.

End

Notes: Revy and Balalaika are both straight in Black Lagoon, at least as far as I know. They do both strike me as tough, as well as fairly sexual beings, and I could see them having a "fuck buddy" like relationship. May revise this as I see more of the series.