A/N- This story is based off something lovedietcoke said to me in a review. I thought the line was perfect and asked if i could use it. Lovedietcoke, thank goodness said yes, so here it is. Please thank lovedietcoke personally.
This story is of course dedicated to lovedietcoke.
I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. All that I knew was that there was white noise surrounding me. It was overcoming me and I wanted nothing more than to surrender to it. But that was the one thing I could not do.
I pulled over to the side of the road, the car stopped seamlessly. There is something to be said for being a spy on the run. That something is along the lines of 'your government will give you an Italian sports car and a plane ticket, then you are on your own.' Which was fine with me, I work best alone. Or I worked best alone.
Until Fiona.
She changed everything. Everything from the way I cultivated cover IDs to the way I looked a Spanish omelets. It was thoughts like these that chased themselves around and around in my head, making everything foggy and nothing clear.
It was like a party in my head.
The happy memories were eating all the food. The guns were shaking the presents. The lies were yelling over the incredabely loud music. The guilt was everywhere fighting itself like nosey neighbors. The sex was lighting up the backyard, making everything possible and worth-while, but still not being most important. And Fiona, the most important person, the most important thing in my life was hosting.
I shook my head, when did I go from thinking about how my life is like a laughable party to knowing that Fiona is the best, most perfect thing that ever happened.
I started the car and started to drive again. It wasn't easy to outrun the IRA. I wondered whether or not Fiona would help them find me. Like I said:
A party in my head.