Hi,

I am going to make something clear before I say anything. This story was originally my own work with my own characters in my own world but were I was writing I got no where near the same amount of support I had got from fanfiction readers and felt like I was talking to myself, so I have adapted it to be a fanfiction. I have tried my best but may still be a bit OOC sorry. It is very AU and is set in the normal non spy world. It will be depressing and disturbing at some points as I am going to be dealing with sensitive issues and I mean no offense.

Please give me a shot I would love some real feedback and fanfiction readers have always been so supportive in the past.

Second First Sight

CPOV

"Get out you stupid waste of space" the words flew from his mouth like shrapnel hitting me. A sharp pain shot through my side as I tried to crawl out, my bag still firmly held in one hand. I had to get out of here. I had to leave.

The apartment was bigger than I had first thought. I had thought it to be a tiny apartment. Well for that price what else was I supposed to think? I held in my hand the key to my old life. A key that had the power too open a door I didn't know if I was ready to go down yet. Problem is, I had just opened it.

I stared around the apartment, my apartment. It had a open plan kitchen/living room/dinning room, all completely bare, waiting for items I didn't possess to fill them. A wooden door led to the bedroom. I though of all the things that must have been seen out of the window as I ran my hand along the window sill. I stood there for a minute staring at my hands. My well worn hands, covered in small cuts and scars, nails that were once covered in a coat of black nail polish were now covered in chipped polish, mud and dried blood. And a small diamond ring perched on my finger, the only thing that remained of the old me. My mind wandered back to why I had first got my nails done causing a shiver to run down my back.

Quickly I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and returned my focus to my new apartment. The bedroom was bare other than the small wooden dresser and bed I had delivered a day ago, though how I would ever sleep again I didn't know. The tiny bathroom on the other hand was easily filled by the shower, toilet and sink. The mirror looked beaten and worn. The blackened edges framed my reflection like photo frame.

My blue eyes stood out from the rest of my features like well beaten gems. My short blond hair just hit the tops of my shoulders then stopped.

Suddenly my head was consumed by images. Images of pain and horror and the far worse images of happiness and love, something I had lost to the flames and my own stupidity. I grabbed the side of the sink, squeezing my eyes shut, and waited for the images to subside. When the horrors finally left my head I felt myself fall to the floor and pull my knees to my chest as I curled up into a ball and sobbed. Tears falling till I could cry no more.

It didn't take me long to unpack my sorry excuse for belongings. All I owned was toiletries, a few clothes, the money and phone in my purse and a couple of books. Books had become my escape. A portal from the horrors of my life to magical worlds were everything was good and fine and no one really died. I needed to get out of here I decided as headed out of my apartment and headed into town, the route still printed in my head from six years ago. Slowly putting one foot in front of each other, my shaky frame walked down the pavement. My eyes were fixed on the cold black pavement beneath my black boot clad feet. Blue eyes unmoving from the ground below me. Blue eyes that didn't see the dark haired man turn the corner before I hit his chest, knocking me back onto the pavement.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't see..." his voice trailed off as his green eyes met my blue ones. Green eyes that I could never forget. Green eyes I never thought I would see again. green eyes I never wanted to see again. The same green eyes that haunted my dreams. The brown eyes that had once held my whole world. Everything was a mistake. Coming back here. Leaving Sam. I should have fought for him. It was probably just an off day I thought as I pulled my self up from the pavement, though the sharp pains throughout my body said something else entirely. My eyes still trapped by the green eyes of the man in front of me.

"Cammie?"