Guardian Angel
Summary: Sean was given the instruction to protect Alex (again) from Percy and his henchmen. This meant they had to spend more time together than usual. Jikes! Takes place after 'Shadow Walker. Salex, but sparks of some Balex.
Teen
Romance/Friendship
A/N: Not much Salex in this chapter. There will be in the second, but please read and review this chapter too please!
Chapter 1:
"Birkhoff, get a move on, will you? I'm dying here!" I shouted over my shoulder. The heat was killing us, since our air conditioner broke down earlier today. I was lying on the couch, with a cold face towel draped over my fore head.
"Gimme a break, will you? I'm not a rocket scientist! Jeez…" His voice drifted off as he stuck his tongue out to concentrate on the mess of wires hanging above him. His hand desperately clinging to the screwdrivers.
I burst out laughing at this comment, almost not believing what I'm hearing.
"Are you doubting your mad skills you're always boasting about?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He just turned around, pointing the red screwdriver in my direction. "Don't test me, Alex." He hissed and turned back to his work. I just rolled my eyes to how dramatic he could be sometimes.
"Talking about tests, how 'bout you fetch me some lemonade?" He asked, not even bothering to look at me. I sighed deeply before, practically , throwing myself off the couch to slump over to the fridge. The half full box of lemonade was standing in the door, right next to the ice maker. It's not the first time I had to play waitress today.
"What does fetching lemonade have to do with tests?" I asked, smirking.
"I don't know. I just want my damn lemonade!" He grunted.
"Okay, okay!" I laughed.
I checked my inbox as I fetched two glasses.
Inbox: (1) new message.
From: Nikita
Alex, we're running late. Traffic. There's a half hour wait expected.
Sorry. N
I sighed. We've (we, being me and Birkhoff) been waiting for them for the last hour. They had to go do "shopping". "Shopping" being buying new ammo and resources.
"They're in a t-jam. At least going to be another half hour." I said, hiding my phone in my jean's pocket.
I walked over to Birkhoff, who was still desperately struggling with the AC. The beads of sweat were running down his face.
"Here, take a break." I instructed him, handing him the ice cold glass of lemonade he ordered.
"Damn thing, I swear it's out to get me!" He shouted, hitting the AC box with his fist.
Which I kind of wish he'd done earlier.
The box roared to life, projecting cool air onto our faces. He laughed out of surprise. I joined his laughter, pulling him into a tight hug, which he didn't really expect.
"O…kay…" He awkwardly said, but I ignored it. I released my grip around his neck and picked up my glass of lemonade, holding it in the air.
"A toast to the frustration in you that finally came in handy." I announced as he raised his glass to level mine, before downing the yellow liquid.
"Pig." I simply said, taking our glasses to the sink.
"Only one of the things you love about me." He said, equally simple.
"Yeah, right. Anyway, we've got the house to ourselves for another hour. Wanna play video games?" I offered.
"You know, you really shouldn't hang out with me this much. You're already starting to think like me!" He laughed as we fell down on the couch, switching on the Xbox. He handed a controller to me and ten minutes later, we already forgot about the day's happenings.
An hour later.
"Oh, no, you didn't!" He shouted at me, although he didn't look in my direction. Our eyes we're still glued onto the TV screen.
"Oh, what's the matter? Got beaten by a girl? Again?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What did I tell you about testing me?" He said, eyes never leaving the screen. Nor did mine.
"Whatever." I grunted. "Slam down! Beat ya again!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.
"I'll give you twenty to keep ya mouth shut 'bout this." He said, holding his hand out to me.
"Deal." I smiled, shaking his hand.
That was the moment when we heard a knock on the door.
"Probably Niki." Birkhoff said plainly.
"No, it isn't. Nikita has a key." I said, pulling a pistol out from under the couch, loading it. Birkhoff got up to fetch his from his desk.
I slowly walked to the front door, turning the knob, jerking open the door, expecting Roan or Percy on the other side, waiting to plant a bullet between my eyes.
I was wrong, though. I frowned, lowering my weapon.
"Sean? What are you…" I asked, a little confused.
"I'm here to protect you! Nikita didn't tell you." He said, moving past me, into the beach house.
"Am I the only one feeling déjà vu coming on?" I laughed, closing and locking the door behind me.
"Tell me about it. Nikita just let me know that she and Michael were attacked." He said, turning to face me.
"Percy." I stated, letting my hands rest on my hips.
Sean shook his head. "Not this time."
I raised my eyebrow. "Who then?" I asked, starting to feel concerned.
"They have no idea, a stranger." He walked, over to Birkhoff, who were already trying to hack his way into the highway's footage system.
"Whoever it was, they knew our techniques. The footage has been wiped. Completely and not even I can access deleted information." Birkhoff said, running a hand through his hair, looking up at Sean, concern written all over his facial features.
"So, what now? We have no idea who they are, nor do we know who they work for. It leaves us pretty clueless." I sighed, sinking down one of the bar stools.
"We have no other option then to wait for them to attack again. And be ready when they do." Sean said, nodding, as if he tried to assure himself of his previous comment.
"Oh no, no, no! We are not waiting around for a trained agent, like ourselves, to pull the trigger before we jump into action!" Birkhoff, naturally, objected to Sean's idea.
"Sean's right." A voice from behind us stated. The three of us shot our sights towards the front. Nikita and Michael stood in the door; briefcases in their hands. Somehow they managed to unlock and open the door without a sound.
"We have no other option but to wait and prepare ourselves. Birkhoff, check the highway's footage to get a facial recognition." She said, laying the briefcases down on the counter I was sitting at.
"Already did. It's completely wiped. Whoever this is, knew we were going to check it."
"Damn it. There's no telling who this guy is." Michael made his presence known.
"Fighting style, distinctive facial characteristics, anything useful that stood out?" I asked, trying to help with the situation.
"Nothing, he was suited up entirely. Definitely Gogal, though." Nikita, announced, closing the blinds.
"But why would they attack us? I thought Amanda and Ari saw eye to eye with us. What's up with the weather change?" Birkhoff asked, turning in his seat.
"We have no idea. But first things first, Alex, we have to get you safe. If this is about the remainder of your money, which is a strong possibility, you are the number one target. That's why they target us, to bring you out." Nikita said, looking at me and Sean.
"Get your things." Sean instructed me, making eye contact.
"Wh- What?" I asked, looking in Nikita's direction.
"That's why I called Sean here. You have to go to Sean's family's safe house. That's the only other location we haven't lead them to. It's for your safety…and ours." Nikita said, adding the last two words, 'cause she knew I wouldn't go if I knew they weren't safe.
I wasn't falling for it this time.
"There's no way I'm leaving you guys! We have no idea what we're up against. I would never forgive myself if something happens to you guys. You're my family…" I said, almost whispered.
"Nor will we forgive ourselves if something happened to you." Birkhoff spoke up.
"Alex, this is the only way. We'll be safe and so will you." Michael say, nodding in Sean's direction.
"Al-Alright, I'll go." I sighed, trying to fight the tears.
Nikita walked up to me, placing her small hand on my shoulder. "Everything's going to be okay. I promise." She said, giving me a weak smile.
I really hope she was right.
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