Love Child

fadingshadesofpurple

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They are copyright Naughty Dog/SCEA.

This is my first fic, so please R&R!

Prologue. First Touch

The first thing she felt when she awoke, was the warmth of a ray of sunlight on her bare chest, gently caressing her and guiding her senses to wakefullness.

The next thing she felt was a different kind of warmth, a different kind of radiation, hard yet soothing to the touch: it was the warmth of another body, another being, lying next to her, so perfectly still that if it were not for the slow rising of his chest as he breathed, she could have sworn that he was dead. His arm rested across her chest lazily; he shifted his head to face the moving sunray, but did not open his eyes as she, still in a daze from sleep, watched him.

Then a great and terrible realization hit her as full wakefullness came to her, and she jerked upwards, knocking the thin sheet, and his arm off in a flurry. He hardly sturred from her action, however, as he merely let out a soft groan. She turned to him, and gently shook him awake. "Torn? Torn!" she called his name, loudly.

He responded by merely turning over, still in a sound sleep.

She called his name again, louder this time, and still got no response. "Damn, he's a heavy sleeper," she muttered to herself. Then, untangling her self from the sheets that wound around her and him both, she tumbled out of bed, stood up, and shook him harder, yelling his name in the one ear that wasn't buried into the pillow. "Torn! You have to get up! Now!"

That last word finally reached his heavy handed subconscious, and he slipped into wakefullness rather roughly. "Huh? Wha-"?

he said in a groggy tone, lifting his head to find her leaning over him, with a firm expression on her face. "Ash.." he muttered softly, under his breath. "What happened?"

"What do you mean 'what happened?' You know perfectly well what happened last night!" she said, half yelling, with a smirk on her face.

He merely grinned back, before turning over again.

She shook him harder. "You can't go back to sleep. You have rounds, remember? rounds? Whaddaya gonna say to your Commanding Officer if you're late for them?"

"I was with you..."she got a groggy response.

"Yeah, that'll go over real well."

"With your father..." he teased.

"Don't...you don't know the consequences..."she warned him.

"I know them..."

"Good, then get up. We both have rounds to do." She reached, picked up her discarded uniform from the floor, and struggled into it. From his side of the bed, she heard no sounds or shuffles.

Once she had slipped into hers, she found his discarded clothes, came around to his side of the bed, and dumped them on top of him unceremoniously, before she moved towards the door. He shifted at last, sat up, grinned at her, and caught her arm before she could walk away totally. She grinned down at him, and his blue eyes sent shivers down her spine. "What do you want?" she said cooly.

"You, of course," he attempted to pull her closer, and she fought against him at first, before leaning over, and whispering into his ear.

"Not right now." Then she pulled away, walked away, and he reached her every move. "Get up. You're going to be late..."

"I will," he said, leaning over and sitting at the edge of the bed finally. "And I'll see you later tonight."

"Yes," she murmured back, as she headed to the door, opening it slightly. "Most definetely."