The rain poured down on them as they were walked to their death together. The guns were pressed against their spines, reminding them that if they tried to run they would die, and end up in the water.

So basically, they were fucked.

If Megan was honest, she was scared. She hated the fear, she hated all of this. Hans and Juan pushed them on though, closer and to the cage.

Skipper took a deep breath, and looked at Megan. He hated himself for getting her into this. He had to get out of this, with his life and hers.

They got to the cage, and shoved in. Apparently Hans pushed Megan harder then Juan pushed Skipper, that or Skipper was just better on his feet, because Megan had went tumbling onto the ground. She was on her hands and knees, and looked unsteady.

"Hey," Skipper said. He walked over to her, offering her a hand to help her up, knowing most likely she wouldn't take it. When she stood up on her own, and didn't, he wasn't shocked.

She stood up on her own, and glanced at her hands. Tiny droplets of blood started coming from her palms. Great.

"This is just dandy," Megan spoke up. She wiped the blood coming from her hands on her black jeans.

"I've never had an operation go this wrong, ever," Skipper said. He leaned against the cage with a groan.

"How do you think I feel? This was my op. My idea to do this, my idea to come here, my idea to drag everyone along," Megan said.

Her eyes wandered to the bomb on the opposite side of the cage, currently being set to blow. Wasn't C-4 enough? Did they really have to go T-4 on their asses? Then again, most wanted man in Denmark for something to do with sandwiches and murder when he didn't actually do it an is determined to say what really happened, and then you have her. The girl who ruined the one mans drug trade at age 17, along with her 16 year old best friend.

"Just to make sure you two don't escape once we leave," Hans spoke up, and flicked a switch.

Skipper jumped away from the cage in shock as the electric current went though his body. His eyes met Hans', and he growled in pure hatred.

Megan had moved so she was in front of him now. "Are you alright?!" She asked. She turned and faced Hans. "Was that really fucking necessary?" She asked as she growled like Skipper had only a few seconds ago.

"Awe, is the little whore in love?" Juan asked, appearing next to Hans.

"No," came the response. "I'm a human being and I have empathy. Something you might wanna try to get, dickbag," Megan said before looking back at Skipper, the worry still lingering in her eyes.

Skipper was half tempted to yell at this guy for calling Megan a whore, then again, she handled it quite well.

"I'm okay, really," Skipper whispered as he watches Hans and Juan stare at the bomb attached to their cage. He figured they were making sure everything was going smoothly.

After maybe a minute, the two villains walked away, laughing happily. "Have fun in the twenty minutes left in your lives!" They yelled together.

"So, this is it," Megan whispered from beside him.

"I'm afraid so," Skipper whispered before he sat down, officially giving up. Normally, he was one for hope, but they couldn't touch their cage.

Meaning they couldn't defuse the bomb.

Meaning they were sitting here, awaiting their death.

A minute passed, as the two stood in silence. Megan sat down, and took Skipper's hand in hers, and started tugging on it. He sat down next to her, and looked at her.

"I never thought I would go out like this," Megan said. "I've always wanted to go out like Bonnie and Clyde. In a shootout, ya know? Where it's skull against skill," she finished.

"Well, if I call you Bonnie can I be lucky enough to see a small smile before I go?" Skipper asked, smirking at her, all in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Skipper…" Megan whispered, before looking at the ground.

"Sorry, trying to help," he answered honestly.

"I hate this. Not just for me. My baby sister isn't gonna get closure, or remember me. She lost one sibling, and now she's losing another," Megan said.

"I will never understand how you're so much like a mother to her,"

"Me either, but she's family, and I love her," Megan said.

"I see," Skipper watched as she started running her fingers across the gravel, moving a piece.

Silence again.

Skipper was going to break it, but Megan beat him to it again.

"Where's your family, Skipper? I don't mean brothers in military either. Real blood family," she asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"Classified,"

"Skipper," she shivered, and moved closer to him. "Who am I gonna tell?"

He pulled her close, and told himself it was just an instinct. "Still,"

"Skipper…please."

"Fine," he gave in, and looked down at her. So far, he was getting what he wanted. She was forgetting what was going on around her somewhat.

Was that worth admitting all his secrets though? To someone who wasn't even his team?

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

"Okay, so you already know what happened in Denmark, so I'm not gonna go into that," Skipper began. "My family was kinda like yours. My fathers name was John, and my mothers was Rose. I had an older brother named Logan, and before you ask yes my real name is actually Skipper, as I was born on a boat,"

Megan stared, intrigued by this. Skipper had a brother! Megan had assumed him to be an only child. She had no idea why, but she had just seen him as that type. As for his mothers name, Megan loved it. It reminded her of Doctor Who. She moved on from that though, because he had started talking again.

"Anyways, after the thing happened in Denmark, my family left, and went to Mexico. That's where we met your father. He helped us out, and got us out of some trouble when the Danish came after us. I'm rather grateful for meeting your father, because I got you outta the deal," Skipper said before he looked at her with a smile, which she returned for a few seconds before nudging him.

"Anyways, after that, we didn't leave Mexico, and I honestly have no idea why. I guess…I guess more information came out about me, I don't know…but-" Skipper started before Megan sat up, and laid her hand on his arm.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me if it's going to upset you," she said. She wanted their last moments to be…she didn't know, but she didn't want him to be more upset then he already was. From what she had heard, the team, plus Annabella, had been knocked out and shipped back to the U.S. They were safe, yes.

That also meant death for them.

"No, I wanna tell you. Something happened, I don't know, but my family left in the middle of the night. Left me a note saying I was to dangerous for them to be around, and I haven't seen them since," Skipper said, recalling how he felt when he realized he was alone, and would never see them again. He looked down, and seen Megan had taken her hand off his arm, and had intertwined their fingers together. "What?"

"I think I have a plan to get us outta here. Well, you. All I have to do is-" Megan began before Skipper cut her off.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why? I want you to see your family again Skipper."

"For two reasons. One, it's either A. We both get out of here, or B. We both die in here. Two, my family is my past. I've accepted it," he answered. It was true. He wasn't about to go on without her. No way.

"Skipper they are family. You love them. They are family, after all," Megan responded, letting go of his hand, only for Skipper to take it right back.

"Honestly? My father was an asshole, my mother was a bitch who I hated more then my father, and my brother used to pick on me all the time and it pissed me off. I love you more then I'll ever love them," he responded, and at the, 'I love you' part, he seen her grey eyes go wide.

The way he looked at her when he said it though…he looked so…so honest, so intimate, so attractive…she could hardly breathe.

"You…You love me?" She whispered. There was no way. She was always alone. It's how she had learned to survive. She had been moving closer to him ever since they had been in here, the freezing air getting to her. Now though, she was only a few inches away from him. Her eyes had been lingering on his lips, and she shook her head slightly, mentally telling herself to stop.

She looked up into his sapphire blue eyes, and realized that was a mistake. They had amazed her from the second she had first seen them, but she didn't let anyone know that. She couldn't. She would never admit that, and that out of anyone's eye a she had ever seen in her life, she had gotten lost in his the most, almost like she was right now.

"Yes," he responded simply. "I remember we talked about this somewhat before, and you said you were alone, and always would be. I'm here to tell you that I love by a motto. 'Never swim alone.' I've accepted you into that a while ago,"

He knew exactly what she was thinking, he had learned to read her. She was staring at him, trying to read him. Trying to figure out if he had been telling the truth. Damn, it was cute. The look she was giving him was so deep in thought, it intrigued him. Not many girls he had met would really sit and think about something.

She continued to stare for a few seconds. She slowly smiled. She took a deep breath. "You know, you piss me off sometimes, well a lot, but I love you too," She said before kissing him.

He kissed her back, and smiled through their kiss. 'I finally won her over.'

A bomb went off.

Three Weeks Prior...

All Private could say was this was not how he planned to spend his day.

Sure, he didn't have any plans exactly, but this still wasn't his idea of fun.

He and his team were crouched down in the back of someone's pickup truck, which was parked in the street.

It was a good hiding place, according to Skipper. "We can spy on the enemies."

"Skippah, I really don't think-" Private started before Kowalski looked at him. Private got the idea. "Be quite Private," was the look he got.

He let out a small sigh.

Rico's stomach made a large growling sound, and Skipper shot him a look.

"Didn't you eat before we left?"

"Yup."

"And your hungry again?"

"Yup."

"Jesus Christ..." Skipper whispered, before a laughing sound was heard. He shot his head up, and watched.

"Do you want to kill us?!" Annabella yelped, staring at her best friend in pure horror.

"No," Megan responded. "If anything, I do, but with fun," she said.

Her and Annabella had been standing in their driveway. They were in bikinis, and that let the team learn a few things they didn't know.

One, Annabella had a tattoo of a dream catcher on her back.

Two, they both had their belly buttons pierced.

Three, Megan had a few small tattoos. Doris, who was with the team, swore the one on her shoulder was a sign of the Deathly Hallows from Harry Potter.

"Bitch," Annabella spat.

At that, Rico let out a loud whistle.

"Did you hear that?" Megan asked, looking up.

"It was a bird..." Annabella whined.

"Bird my ass!" Megan yelled. She ran to the patio, and came back. She threw Annabella something, which Doris believe it or not, identified it as a gun.

"They're gonna shoot us!" She whispered loudly.

"Sweetie, relax. Annabella won't let that happen..." Kowalski insured.

"I won't let what happen?"

The team turned, to see the angry faces of two girls.

Hi everyone! I'm back, and updating! I even wrote an updating song! That will be on my profile soon too, so check back! Anyways, if you're reading this, review please! I'm still all for constructive criticism! Thanks again!