The Art of Being Lost

Sidnea Blackstone

Summary: Being lost in a world where it seemed everyone was looking for them was an art form and Marta and Aaron were masters…Companion to, They'll Bring No Flowers.

AN1: I don't own them I just like playing…

AN2: This is the second part of They'll Bring No Flowers.

AN3: Because this whole story will revolve around the physical and emotional growth of Aaron and Marta, together. If you are under eighteen this Prolugue will get you up to speed and ready for the third and final story in this little fic-verse. You'll have to wait for the next part to start but you won't miss plot if all you read is this intro.

Being lost in a world where it seemed everyone was looking for them was an art form and Marta and Aaron were masters. They stayed aboard that fishing boat for three weeks it had been a refuge, a place to heal, but it wasn't meant to be permanent.

They didn't walk off the boat like normal people much to Marta's chagrin. Instead they slipped off in the dark of night when Bayani and his sons were sleeping. They were good hardworking people but Aaron thought it would be safer for everyone involved if they couldn't say exactly where the two Americans parted company with them. The swim to shore took longer than if he had been alone and he had to tow her the last twenty-five yards, but the added time and exertion did not bother Aaron it was what he was designed for, after all.

Life wasn't easy but at least they were together and not alone any longer. If one of them could not do something the other could and sometimes they even made the impossible happen…They are a team.

Moving back to the United States had been a risky endeavor, but in the end being lost in the middle of a dense rain forest on a sparsely populated corner of the world limited their ability to keep their fingers on the collective pulses of the many headed hydra that was 'The Program'. Besides America was their home and no matter what a particular branch of the government was doing Aaron and Marta both agreed that they loved their country. So, six months after they slipped off a boat into choppy waters they began to plan their return home.