heart and soul


Oh God. She feels the pain rip through her stomach before it even registers in her mind that she's been shot.

She presses her palm to the wound, the dampness of the blood seeps through her fingers and she realises this is the end. She can't go any longer, she's injured. It bothers her slightly but at the same time it doesn't. She's prepared herself for this for years.

She always knew this moment would come, it was all part of the job description. Yes she was good at her job but she wasn't immune to the injuries she could sustain sometimes, getting shot was something she had to deal with.

She reflects as she walks away, the crimson stain getting bigger on her white dress how the team got back together. The day Frank turned up out of the blue, his lady friend in tow and their old friends Joe and Marvin. It felt strange all being together, like they'd gone back a couple of years.

It was funny how Frank turned to her when he was injured because he knew she'd be able to help. It was ironic she found herself in the same situation but unable to do anything to help herself. Seeing the lock gate ahead, she braced herself.

The end was near, the end was here.

She swallowed hard when she heard the sound of a gun click. She told herself that she wasn't afraid, she wasn't scared of what might happen. She was going to die and she was okay with that, she'd taken on the CIA and this was her punishment; death.

"Anything I could help you with?"

The familiar voice of Ivan trailed through Victoria's thoughts and broke her out of a trance. Seeing him makes her feel quite emotional and as he picks her up and carries her away, she wraps her arms around his neck, "I love you."

She means it and perhaps she always had loved him from the moment they met (regardless of how cliché the whole thing sounded) She was thankful it was Ivan who came to her rescue, the only male she trusted enough to show her vulnerable side too.

He takes her home where she changes into something loose fitting and tells her she'll be okay, he'll look after her. He cleans the wound gently, the touch of his fingers sending a small shiver down her spine. She gasps slightly in discomfort as he applies anti-septic to the wound and she bites her lower lip slightly.

He apologies and for a minute there's nothing exchanged, the sound of their breathing filling the silence between them.

"Ivan," she whispers, their eyes meeting with each other, "yes?"

There's a silence again, Victoria collecting her thoughts, "thank you."

He smiles at her before he presses his lips to her cheek and answers back; "you're welcome."

Ivan goes to move away before Victoria grabs his hand. Neither of them say anything to the other, they're just happy been in each others company. Happy they've got each other and nothing has to be said in order for them to feel something.

She laced her fingers through his and tugged them slightly, "I love you."

He squeezed her fingers gently, smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips, "I love you too."


jottings — first ever red fic although I've seen the film so many times! if you like it enough to favourite, please leave a review:3