This is my first Bourne series FanFic, so we'll see how it goes!

I love the Bourne movies, and I really, really liked The Bourne Legacy. I thought Jeremy Renner and Rachel Weisz did a great job, and they had really great chemistry, which made me love the pairing of Aaron Cross and Marta Shearing even more.

This is a basically a fic about Aaron and Marta falling in love. There will be parts from both of the character's POVs.

I don't know how long the story will be, but it will be 5 chapters at least, with the first couple including scenes from the movie itself. The last few chapters will probably take place after the final scene of Legacy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Bourne Legacy or any of the Bourne movies, characters, etc.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was against the rules to love her.

And the rules were simple.

Number one: Don't question your orders. Do what they say, or else.

Number two: Don't tell anyone. As far as the rest of the world knows, Outcome doesn't exist.

Number three: Don't have an opinion; meaning don't think for yourself. You have to be as mindless and obedient as a robot.

Number four: Don't become attached to anyone. Which, plain and simple meant, no friends, no family, and, above all...No falling in love.

Aaron Cross was pretty sure he had broken all those rules ever since 'they' had tried to kill him. Well, except for the no telling people part; he had no one to tell. But all the others, yeah, he'd broken the rules. Especially the last one. Even if it had been unintentional.

Sure, Aaron had saved Dr. Marta Shearing's life, but that was because she didn't deserve to die, and he had needed her to find chems. Then he needed her to help viral him off of blues. But she had needed him too. She had needed him to help her run. And they did. All the way to Manila.

Aaron didn't know where along that path he started falling for Marta, but it had been a fast fall; a fast fall down a steep hill that was full of bumps and twists. It had been hard, giving in to his feelings, when, in Training, they pounded into him that falling in love would be nothing but bad. Falling in love meant you cared. Caring meant you would start to question the morality of the mission set before you. Questioning the mission led to failing the mission. Failing the mission meant possible exposure of the Program. Exposing the Program…well, you might as well be making funeral arrangements right then and there.

As Aaron started to fall for Marta, he continually asked himself if it was right. Was it right to defy every fiber in your being that said it was a bad idea to fall in love? Was it right to put Marta in danger by being with him? Was it worth the risk? Aaron found it hard to turn his back on his Training—and answer 'yes' to each question—but not impossible.

As the man-hunt for the two of them deepened, so did Aaron's feelings. The first time he had felt the stirrings of long-buried butterflies, he had just gotten on the plane to Manila. The panic when he couldn't find Marta had consumed all other thoughts he'd had at the time. And when he had found her on the plane, the immediate relief had left him feeling comforted and reassured for the first time in a long time.

Maybe it had been Manila. Everything seemed to change on their journey there. Maybe it was being about as far from the U.S. as they could get at the time. Though Aaron knew they weren't completely out of danger in the Philippines, there was just something about being alone, on the run with Marta, which made him look at her in a completely different way. Sure, she was beautiful, anyone could see that, but it was so much more than her appearance. She had a strength about her, a resilience, a courage unlike any that he'd seen before in a woman. And she was smart, caring, too. She was everything a woman should be. And for her to care about him—a killer, a spy, an enhanced being—that just went to show how good of a person she really was.

Aaron thought of their night in the room in Manila, after Marta had injected the virus into his system. He remembered her comforting hands on his sweat-sheened skin as she helped him into their room, helped him lay down. Aaron remembered feeling an overwhelming desire to protect Marta; that was his job. But no matter how much he begged, she wouldn't leave him. That night, as she stayed with him, Aaron made a silent promise to never leave her. Even if he did want to leave her, he didn't think he was capable of doing that anymore. He couldn't leave her. He didn't want to leave her.

"You've been shot," Marta's voice rang out, cutting into his thoughts that had consumed him since they had seemingly lost the trail of the mystery agent out to kill the two of them in the streets of Manila.

Aaron felt Marta gently place her hand on his wound. It hurt, but with his enhancements, it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it normally would have. Pain suppression was a useful tool when you were an Outcome agent.

"It's alright," Aaron replied, though he could feel his strength slowly draining. He hadn't slept well under the symptoms of the virus; he had spent half of his morning running across rooftops, and the other half on a bike, trying to outrun the police and the new mystery agent out to kill them. All of that, with the combined blood loss, was slowly sapping his strength.

"Pull over!" Marta yelled over the howl of the air rushing by them. "Pull over,"

"We just have to get to the water." Aaron told her, trying to reassure her.

Aaron felt her hands tighten around his waist, like she was afraid she was gonna lose him. he moved left hand over hers, not only trying to comfort her, but also needing the feel of her hands beneath his. Aaron needed to know that she was still there, behind him.

For a moment, everything was fine. They had evaded the cops and the killer agent. Aaron could feel himself losing focus, but they were close to the water, only another couple miles. For a moment, it seemed like they were going to make it. But that moment was short-lived.

"Aaron!"

So I'm going to stop there. Yes, I know, it was short, but I want to see what you guys think. Should I continue? Should I stop? Was it good? Bad? Did it sound like Aaron's thoughts? Any thoughts you have, please leave in a review! I love feedback, especially constructive criticism. It's especially helpful if you can tell me something you liked and one thing I could work on, so I can make it all the much better for you guys.

I hoped you liked it!

Thanks for reading!

-DaughterOfPoseidon333