A/N: I was feeling sad one day and thought, "Why not write straight up ANGST for Mevie/Malvie?" So, that's what this is. Just a tease. I have roughly three other chapter ideas lined up. I hope you guys like it.
FYI: Both Mal and Evie are 22.
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Evie crouched low behind the retaining wall of some rundown apartment complex. It's late, and there isn't a person around or inside the building as far as she can tell, so she gives a hand signal to the east. On cue, her partner, Mal runs up to the door and begins to pick the lock as Evie joins her.
"I'm still not sure about this, M. This isn't something we usually do," Evie whispers. Mal shoots her a strange look. She sighs, "You know what I mean. Not anymore. We haven't taken a job like this in a long time."
Mal gets the door open, grabs Evie by the hand, and guides her inside before closing the door behind them. She leans against the door and folds her arms. She won't look Evie in the eyes. "Mal," Evie pushes. The girl in question shrugs and releases a short sigh. "It's just a job, E." She can hear a slight gasp across from her and winces. There's a sort of calm tension in Evie's voice when she speaks next.
"Have you forgotten why we started saying no to these jobs? Have you forgotten what an… assignment like this has taken from us?" Her volume never rises, but Mal can hear the anger and anguish underneath, and it chips away at her heart. Mal looks at her, then, and immediately regrets it. The emotion in Evie's voice is also reflected in her eyes, but it's the overwhelming sorrow that strikes Mal the most. She almost reaches out to touch her.
Mal squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, clenches her fists, and stiffly replies, "No. Of course not."
"Then why...?" Evie drops her arms to her side in quiet frustration. "Why are we here, M? You never did let me see the letter."
Mal shifts her gaze toward the floor, and whispers, "Please, don't ask me that."
"Mal…" Evie huffs. "I don't understand. I know you. You would never have agreed to this job if it weren't for a very good reason. We may have been assassins once, but we're not anymore. I need you to be honest with me. Whatever the reason, it won't change how much I care about you. We've been partners-in-crime for a long time." She cracks a small smile at that statement. "And we've been best friends for even longer. Don't shut me out, now." Mal doesn't say anything for a little while. Evie can almost see her brain working its thoughts out, so she waits.
Then, Mal seems to come to a decision. It's in the way she unfolds her arms, shoves them into her pockets, and stills her body. She still won't meet Evie's gaze, though, and that fact alone makes her nervous. Evie isn't sure she wants to hear what Mal is about to say anymore, but she asked for the truth and will not back down. She won't give up; she'll never give up on Mal. She braces herself when her partner takes a deep breath and slowly breathes it out.
"For Jay and Carlos."
That's all it takes. Four words, and Evie feels her heart shatter within her chest.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know if you want more. I am open to constructive criticism, as well.