Author's note: Hello everybody it's me... again with a new story, a sequel of sorts but you don't really need to read the first (Even though I'd love it if you could *hint hint* ;)) It's summer so I have nothing to do so I will hopefully be writing a lot.
So here is the first Chapter I hope you like it- Hannah x
Chapter 1
Blane's eyes traced the bedroom walls, the pictures hung up in their frames, capturing the smiles and kisses of two lovers.
This used to be the room he felt relaxed in, the room in which he could hide away from his double life.
Not anymore.
He wished he could say that the pictures on the walls brought back happy memories; they didn't.
Blane rose from his bed and walked over to the dresser that sat next to the door.
There were two pictures in two frames.
One was of four teenagers laughing, one of them was Blane.
Stood next to Blane was a Blonde boy with bright blue eyes and pale skin. His cheeks were a shade of Crimson, as he was hand in hand with a girl. She had chocolate skin, with her hair tied back in a neat pony tail looking up at the blonde haired boy with her dark brown eyes. Her cheeks were the same shade of red, Rose and Stuart.
The corner of Blane's mouth tugged upwards.
Blane moved his gaze to the other half of the picture and saw himself, his shock of messy, brown hair swept over his brown eyes. His arms were wrapped around the most beautiful girl Blane had ever seen. She had her arms around his waist so that their arms were tangled around each other. She was laughing at the camera her bright green eyes looked even brighter in the sunlight of that day. Her hair was in two plaits with her fringe combed over to the side with a blue headband holding it in place, Daisy.
Blane's eyes filled with tears. He looked at the second picture.
It was of himself, Rose, Daisy and Lenny in HQ. Lenny's hair was the same as always, stuck up and bushy. He was sporting his usual pinstriped suit whilst Blane, wore black jeans, a black button up t-shirt and black zip up jacket, left open. Rose wore her pinafore and blouse and Daisy, her black, skinny jeans, black t-shirt and black zip up jacket that she left open, just like his own.
Lenny and Rose were sat down, while Blane and Daisy were stood up. Once again Blane had his arms around Daisy, but this time the embrace was from behind. His hands met Daisy's and they rested comfortably against her stomach, his chin perched upon her shoulder.
They were all smiling, God, he wished it could be like that again. He looked at Lenny's crooked smile and couldn't stop the tears from falling onto the cold wood of the dresser where the pictures were propped.
Blane looked at the other pictures around the room. Daisy was in all of them.
Some of her on her own, some with Letitia and Zara, some with Rose, but most of her and Blane.
One in particular, stood out to him. He shuffled over to the picture that was pinned to the board that Blane had hung on the wall.
It was of the time he had taken her for a picnic in the park. She had her hair in a low side pony, her fringe clipped to the side. The sun made the green of her eyes stand out. Blane had his arm around her looking at the camera he was holding above the pair of them Daisy had her lips pressed against his cheek. He remembered that day, he had never been happier. It had been five years ago.
It felt more like decades.
It had been eleven years since the asteroid. Eleven years since he had first kissed her. Eleven years since he told her how he felt about her.
He and Daisy had been on and off more times than a light switch. Their relationship was complicated. He knew he loved her and he knew that she loved him, but sometimes "Love isn't enough".
That's what she had said to him one night. They had been arguing and she was saying the same thing as always.
"But, I love you! You daft Bimbo, I love more than anything!" Blane shouted.
"Well sometimes love isn't enough!" She screeched. The moment the words had escaped her lips Blane knew that she regretted saying them.
He grabbed his jacket and stormed out. Daisy ran after him.
"Blane, wait!" She shouted.
He never looked back. Her phone vibrated. It was a text from him. It read:
Go to bed Daisy, you've got a mission tomorrow.
She obeyed. That was the last time he had walked out on Daisy, he went to collect his stuff the next day. He never saw her after that. Four years later and he still regretted it.
Blane pulled himself back to the present and realized he was crying, long, loud, uncontrollable sobs. He ran his fingers across the picture in between his shaking fingers. He yearned to hold Daisy again, feel her soft lips against his own, but those thoughts would have to wait, as he felt a vibration in his pocket, he pulled out his communicator, the same yellow pencil one that he had had since he was thirteen. The rubber was flashing.
Duty calls.
"Officer Whittaker" Blane answered his communicator.
"Ah Whittaker, are you available for a mission?" The head of MI9 asked.
"Yes Ma'am" He replied.
"Good" She said, Blane could almost see her nodding her head.
"We tried your house phone, but couldn't get through"
"Well I'm not at Home you see, Ma'am"
"Ah that makes sense, well Whittaker, I think that you'll be pleasantly surprised for your next mission" She replied.
"And why is that?" Blane asked trying to hide the curiosity in his voice.
"Because you will be rejoining your old team mates in the St. Hopes area for one last mission, to bring down SKUL"
"My St. Hopes team?!" All authority that Blane had allowed into his tone seeped away once he heard the name of his old school.
"Yes, Whittaker" The head of MI9 replied clearly unhappy at his loss of concentration".
"Officers Gupta, Cole, Stuart and Miller I'm sure you remember them, Whittaker"
"Yes ma'am" Blane's voice was shaky.
"Good, then please report to St. Hopes High at 5am tomorrow morning, for briefing" The line cut out.
Blane didn't know what to do. He would have to face Daisy for the first time in four years. The last time he saw her, he was moving out of their flat and into his own. The last time he saw her she had tried to kiss him, but he pulled away. He wished he hadn't.
If he could turn back time then he would have kissed her, he would have dropped his bag there and then and taken her in his arms and never let her go, but he let her go all too easily, he let her slip through his finger and now her missed her, he craved her. He had spent four years of sad songs and cheesy romance novels to know that he needed her again, but he could never pluck up the courage to find her. Rumor had it that she had been moved to a different part of MI9 from where he worked, rumor also had it that she was in a serious relationship (if you called being with a lying, cheating, bastard a serious relationship) that just recently ended. Blane hoped to offer some comfort to her, when he saw her that was.
Blane looked at the clock on his bedside table: 5:00pm.
He should get home. He can pick up some stuff another time.
Blane folded the picture that he still had hold of and popped it into his wallet, before taking one last look at the room and walking out of the house.
When he arrived home to his flat he put a ready meal in the microwave and walked into the bathroom. He peeled his shirt off that was plastered to him because of the majestic British weather, and looked in the mirror.
He had his share of scars from his missions, but his most recent one was an angry burn scar that started on the left of his chest and spread across his shoulder and onto his back and the top of his arm. It was still tender to the touch even after being there for six months. Blane remembered how he got it in vivid detail.
He has been running through a building that had been set on fire by their enemy. Blane was looking for the hostage- the Prime Minister.
He had been kidnapped by SKUL.
Blane opened one of the doors, the one that concealed the Prime Minister, Unfortunately for Blane the door had been rigged with a flame thrower. He leaped into the room, but not before the fire could singe Blane's uniform and burn his skin away. It had felt like someone had stabbed him with white hot needles all over where the fire touched him.
Of course he had got the Prime Minister out somehow, but he couldn't remember for the pain had made him dizzy and sick.
He showered ate his ready meal and got into bed, he had an early start tomorrow, might as well get some sleep, even though he knew he wouldn't get any, thanks to the butterflies that thoughts of Daisy were causing in his stomach
Okay... That was just a little update on Blane really, the chapters are only going to be written in Blane and Daisy's point of views but always in the 3rd person (It makes sence to me) read and reveiw please and tell me if you would like any Oscarx Carrie going in there because I am planning on putting some in but, hey, this for your enjoyment so tell me if you don't want any. (Or if you do for that matter)
Next chapter will be up soon ( hopefully)
thanks ily.
