~AuthorsNote~ I know haven't written in awhile- well for two month or so I should say- and it's summer and frankly summer is almost over for me next week Thursday, but as usual I have many excuses that I doubt you really care for right now. I should be working on Misplaced Lovers chapter seven and to be honest I'm just in the middle of the chapter and close to finishing but then I got stuck since writers block caught me and I just couldn't find my creativity again, and I don't want to write something corny or not good enough, lately I've contemplated just ending the story as is but I don't want to do that so it might take me awhile to post Chap 7 of Misplaced Lovers. I have another story I've been meaning to finish up and post but its still under construction so just be on the look out for it, I won't give out the plot line just yet until I'm sure that I won't change it and I'm fully fine with it.

I know I should have sent this to my beta,TVIsMyDrug4, but I really wanted to post this up ASAP. Yeah I probably should have because I didn't really check for grammar and stuff but anyway you can work those punctuations and what not out by replacing them with what you feel is right. Anyway on with the story

*Keep In Mind* Clare and a few other characters are very much OOC, and this takes place during college year, and its rated M for cursing and later chapters, just to be safe.

Ages:

19: Clare, Alli, and Adam

20: Eli, Drew. These are just the main characters I feel to mention, and well that's pretty much, you'll just find out about more of the characters when you read. Also I'm still thinking whether I should add Jake and Imogen and some of the new characters to the story, but hey its the first chapter, I'll just think of stuff as I go on.

Summary: The past is never something Clare Edwards feels to talk about, it reminds her of the reoccurring nightmare that haunts when she sleep. The images stuck with her of the horrid memories play behind her eyes lids each time she blinks. She never told anyone about these nightmare images, and only one person knows but yet, the identity is unknown to others. Many has told her before to open up and not keep things lock inside, they never gave her a real reason as to why she shouldn't or showed her to trust them, so in response she laughs and says sure sarcastically. That one 'incident' led to her being an agent today, it's the reason why she trains hard and is always the one to call when dealing with the hard ones and despite her soft exterior, her fury is strong in her interior, she uses such quality at her advantage at any opportunity. A new mission for finding a dangerous wanted college student at Toronto University soon becomes a twist for her. Love has found her and it was very well unexpected. He made her feel normal, he made her laugh, he made her smile continuously, he made her swoon, and most of all he made her fall in love, and taught her to trust and open up. He found out about her, but not by ease dropping, but through her. Soon Clare finds real reasons for not opening up, the dangerous consequences for both the story listener and the story-teller. Sometimes most secrets are best kept as secrets.

Chapter 1

Smack

My hand came in contact with his face making a sound and leaving behind a pink print of my palm on his face.

"Don't underestimate a female who is PMS-ing as we speak." I said smirking down at the victim groaning in agony on the ground.

"Yeah, well désolé chers, if I didn't get the memo." My victim managed to grunt out with a cocky smirk.

"You're a smart ass aren't you? Well look here you mother fu-"

"Stomp, stomp I've arrived, drop the beat, nasty face, why ya lookin' at me?"

"Bonjour." I answered my phone turning my tone to sound friendly. From the corner of my eye I could see that the guy was trying to get up on his feet but I kicked him in his sensitive area which led to him grunting out in pain and holding on to his crotch.

"Shut up." I hissed, covering the bottom of the phone, so the person on the other end wouldn't hear me. When I put my ear back to the phone I heard a girlish squeal and knew who it was right away.

"Oh Clare I haven't heard your voice in the longest while. I miss you so much. How's France, and kicking those guys asses of course." She giggled.

"Yeah, I miss you too Alli but can we please not go through this right now, I'm uh… kind of busy here." I said a bit impatiently. The man grunted and hissed again and I stomped my feet on his chest, putting my index finger on my mouth, giving him a stern look that clearly said 'Shut-the-fuck-up'. Alli must've heard the guy, and chuckled at my implication.

"Just gimme a sec, I just wanted to tell you that the boss-man gave me a call and said he wanted us to lay low for a new mission and by laying low it means to enroll in a college, act like simple normal teens, and plot how we're going to get the most wanted college student in Canada. He had put some of us ahead on the mission and one of those selected is me. Now I'm tell you- not suggesting or stating, more like an order- that you should transfer to this school with me, before you get stuck with you know who." She emphasized on the last three words. There was no time for me to have any simple memories of who we were talking about without names being mention, since I obviously have no time for that.

"I sure as hell doubt I could last dealing with that, without wanting to rip a lip out of it's socket. I mean yeah I'll get in trouble but hey hearing the cries of misery is worth it." I said with sarcasm. "So my flight should be from France to where exactly?"

"You're coming to Toronto, and enrolling into TU. Don't worry about finding a place to live, I already have a dorm for us, and I got you your own car and already found a way to get you into admission. The Execs took care of everything so all you have to do now is pack and book a flight start early in the morning because you start the day tomorrow."

What the-

"You're kidding right-"

"Nope."

"But it's-"

"So much, yeah I know." Alli says with a melodramatic sigh.

"Okay you gotta stop finishing my sentence." I joked.

Alli laughed before her tone became serious again "Boss says that the Execs want us to start early, because apparently the kid is that dangerous and too many people have been hurt. Plus they already booked your flight and don't be surprised if when you go to the hotel your bags are already packed by your bed and there's a plane ticket on your suitcase."

"Damn, I won't be able to get over how fast those guys work."

She chuckled softly. "Yeah, me either. I'll leave you to finish up business as usual. I'll tell you more about the mission tomorrow when you come, and make sure to look for me in the airport, I'm your drive. Oh and there's these really cute guys at TU, and I think it's time you start scouting again. It wouldn't be bad for you to try someone new and get over the whole ordeal, and I mean I know I sound harsh, but I speak the truth Hun."

"I know Als and I guess you're right- okay I know you're right," I chuckled as Alli cleared her throat, trying to direct me. "I'll keep the whole thing in mind and fine I'll go shopping with you too." Before I could even finish my sentence Alli let out an ear deafening squeal.

"Yay, we'll go shopping and everything. Anyway I'm going to leave you to finish the job, see you tomorrow Clare."

"Yeah, bye Als."

The receiver clicked so I placed my phone back in my back pocket. All my attention was then returned to the guy that was still secure under my foot, in groaning in pain.

"Before I have you go through tremendous torture let's talk." I helped the guy sit up right against a wall and made sure to subtly handcuff his hands behind him and moved around stood in front of him.

"For starters what's your name?"

"Vas te faire encule." He spat out. By the sound of the harshness in his voice I know it wasn't something nice, and I pretty much conquered trying to teach myself French for this mission so I knew it wasn't a compliment.

"Look guy, as much as I know you want to do that, and as much as I want to fuck you up right now sadly for me I can't I have to stick to the rules so as I stated before what the fuck is your name, and I swear if I don't get a proper answer I'll make sure to make your fucking death look like a suicide and nothing will lead back to me." By then the guy could see how dark and sinister my features were getting, and slowly became fearful of what my actions may be in the next few seconds.

"Xavier and I am assuming you already have my last name in your files."

"Yep, I.S.A.S.T, in other words if you're bewildered since your boss didn't explain enough to you, International Secret Agency of Specially Trained Personnel Youth. Yeah we left out a few abbreviations but whatever, as I was saying, we basically have everything…"My statement had a double meaning and I made sure to put emphasis on the last word and drag it out melodramatically to send out the hint to this Xavier guy. He seemed to catch on as his eyes widened after taking a few minutes to contemplate what I was implying by everything.

"W-what would you want w-with me if you have everything then?"

"Well see, we may have your leader-boss, whatever you want to call him-locked in high security as well as his other accomplishes and partners, but you're like the second top shit to him like that girl he's so fond of um- well I can't remember her name and frankly who gives a shit, but anyway we need you, well actually the board wants you since you have potential to go around and finish Jacque's business so they sent me hear and blah, blah, blah. To be honest I wasn't supposed to harm you just capture you put a black bag over your head- with a few holes of course, wouldn't want to suffocate you and not get any info before hand- and then you'll be off to questioning, but really I want to bash your head in and then tell them to pick you up and get rid of your corpse, but that wouldn't be beneficial on my cost really." I smiled down at him as he started to squirm in fear I'm assuming, but that just made it even sinister.

"What kind of sick young lady are you?"

"Me sick, hah never. Now let's speed up the process shall we, because I'm tired of talking to you now." With that I moved off of the wall that was supporting me and made my way closer to him, lowering myself to be at eye level with him.

"W-what do you m-mean? W-what are you going to do to me?" Xavier said frantically, squirming around under my gaze.

"What I was supposed to do when I pushed you into this ally-way." And with that I press both of my forefingers to a specific place in his neck and watched as he fell unconscious to the floor. I reached in my pocket and took out another phone that I didn't personally own but was given to me by the agency, and clicked the first number on speed dial.

"I have him." I answered when I heard someone pick up on the other line.

"What took you so long?" The deep voice asked.

"It took a while to get him to cooperate." I lied. When I was younger I was the worst lying ever, but I've perfected my skills since then.

"Edwards…did you touch him?"

I scoffed and played it off by acting nonchalant. "No." But guess he saw through my attmept of lying.

"I knew you did, I specifically told you to not try to kick the guys face in. We don't want him bruised up for questioning wait he can still talk right? Oh gosh this is the same shits that got you in suspended. I'm not working my ass off again to get you off the hook Edwards."He ranted.

I groaned and rolled my eyes at his ranting. "Gosh, no faith in me huh Simpson? I only uh… hit him a few times but now he's unconscious, and not bruised–well just the slightest– and just out for a while, and no I didn't do that either, just pressed a few points that should have him out for an hour."

"Well at least you told the truth there. The drivers are on their way, so all you have to do is get out of there and act very nonchalant, like you just went to dinner or something. There's no evidence right?"

"Nope, none at all. I made sure everything and myself was kept clean."

"Good and I'm sure Bhandari called and informed you a bit about the next mission. I'll meet you after your flight to discuss more about it. Once you land, I'll contact you but for now, go to back to the hotel and sleep, your flight is at six in the morning." With that the other land went dead. I hung up my phone and placed it back in my pocket.

I heard tires squeaking, about to enter the ally I was in, and jumped on top a dumpster cover and climbed up the building that was an abandon warehouse, ladder. I jumped off of the ladder and landed on another roof and started to walk across it until I got to the edge. This was an apartment building right on top of a little convenient store. I found another steel ladder beside a tree and decided to find my way down using it. When I got down I jumped off and walked away nonchalantly towards my hotel building.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle, how was your walk?" The doorbell guy, greeted me as I walked in, flashing me a warm smile. I returned the gesture and went to press the elevator doors, before turning my attention back to him and answering his question.

"Well it was successful." I smiled to myself at the double meaning. "A bit interesting, but good."

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention that there were two men who asked for you and claimed they hand your room keys and went up to your apartment. They claimed to be your cousins and that it was a family emergency."

"Oh yeah, they were my cousins. I asked them to pack my bags for me while I was gone seeing that I would be staying out for a while James. I'm sorry to say that I have to leave early tomorrow morning due to that specific family emergency so would you be able to schedule a cab for me that arrives at 6:30am and can carry me to the airport?"

"Sure thing Miss." He said, smiling warmly.

"Thank you James. Goodnight." I said as I stepped inside of the waiting elevator doors and pressed my floor number. It took a while for it to finally reach level four and I quickly dashed to my room, wanting to just take a hot shower, call room service and watch a movie till I fall asleep. When I opened my door I found that Alli was right.

In the corner of the room by my bed, my suitcases were packed and there was a plane ticket lying on top of the nightstand. I decided to move along and fill the bath top slightly up to the brim and let all my muscles relax from the eventful day I had. I searched for my clothes in my suitcases and changed into my comfy grey sweat pants and black tank top. To get even more comfy, I turned on the TV and saw that Twilight was going on and decided to call room service and enjoy the teen-trending film. Around 10:30 and my last bite of the Parmesan chicken I had ordered, my eyes started to drift between closing and opening as Edward and Bella shared a kiss at prom before Victoria comes into view and then after the credits come up. Sleep won and I turned off the TV, turned on the radio and drifted into sleep.

The exhilaration of this eventful day really wore me out. I remember when I use to have boring days when I was in middle school. I use to be considered Saint Clare back then, but now I haven't portrayed the actions of a saint since… the incident, at least that's what I like to call it. It's like a reoccurring nightmare that I know will haunt me forever. The images of this 'incident' are forever encase in my mind, and as much as I want to and to erase them, I never seem succeed, may be for a long period of them but it never seems to continue on as a long term type of thing. The fact that I actually witnessed this nightmare in front of me makes it worst. I've spent nights crying my eyes out as the images play in my head. The dream always starts off as a calm day and then quickly turns into bloodshed as I whimper and crying in a basement. I found a loophole though, and its working for I.S.A.S.T. Whenever I have a new mission it's like a rush and I lose the memory of the 'incident', it's as if catching people that harm the lives of innocent citizens and have before, gives me a big accomplishment. I mean yes I'm more aggressive than I ever was before I before I became an I.S.A.S.T, but I can't help but make these criminals pay for hurting others without reason.

You must be wondering whether my parents know about this, whether I have some type of secret life I'm hiding from them, but to be honest with you neither of the thoughts your thinking is going to get a yes or no answer. It's filled with pure complications and until I find someone I can trust to not give out the truth and won't give me sympathetic bullshit after they've heard the truth, and has not pressured me once to pry the truth, then I guess the world may never know what this 'incident' was and or what happened to Saint pure Clare. I will give you a hint though, one other person in the world knows about the truth, but like I said that person and I have sworn to secrecy for the sake of the truth and that person's name…won't and can't be found, you just have to have the skill of being observant and instinctive.

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