Author's Note: HI! Yes, chapter 2 is upppp & this is the end. Truthfully, I have no idea if I managed to pull this off good. But, this is a first, right? Leave me yr reviews! Need all the help I can get to improve. Oh, & this was done when I was half-asleep. So excuse my spelling & grammar mistakes & whatnot. ENJOY !

She gathered her remaining strength and pulled the device from Dean's neck. She crushed the insect-like device and noticed that Dean suddenly went still. She pushed him off her and realised that he was out cold. "Dean?" she whispered, stroking his cheek. "Wake up, p-please."

Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. Shock went through his veins as he turned to see a very naked Roxanne with her tear-stricken face and a very stained bed sheet. Roxanne felt his heartbeat slow down when he saw her worried face, still stroking his cheek gently. "Rox?"

She froze in fear. Is he still being controlled? She thought, her heart racing. She looked up into his blue eyes, hoping to see the soft look he usually wears. She sighed in relief when she saw the confused expression on Dean's face. Oh, thank God.

"Rox, what happened?" he asked, as he pushed the bed sheet away. His eyes widened when he saw the state they were in and turned to Roxanne. "Why are we naked?"

Roxanne blushed and tried to sit up, the soreness between her legs causing her to grunt and fall back on her side. Roxanne forced her tears away as she tried to sit up again. Once she succeeded, Roxanne took a couple of minutes to feel comfortable before she stared at Dean, who was still very confused. "W-We .. What happened to you?" Roxanne asked, changing the subject. She did not want Dean to know what he did, yet. It still embarrassed her, knowing her first was a rape by her own best friend and secret crush.

Dean watched her, trying to figure out what was wrong. As he explained about how he was about to sneak up on Raoul Silva, the leader of the terrorist attacks that had been happening, his eyes caught the sight of blood beneath Roxanne. "Rox, you're bleeding!"

Without a second thought, he picked her up, startling the agent. Roxanne prayed silently, hoping he would dismiss the matter. Instead, Dean looked at the blood stains. "It's yours, isn't it?" he asked, voice full of concern. "Where are you hurt?"

He placed Roxanne on his torso, seeing as how he was still on his back. Roxanne shook her head, a deep scarlet colour appearing on her cheeks. His hands reached up and cupped her cheeks, whispering, "Tell me."

"I-I can't," she stuttered, her gaze avoiding Dean's. "It's embarrassing."

Roxanne shakily took a deep breath and forced herself to tell him. "Y-You raped m-me."

She felt his fingers sink deeper into her waist as he gaped at her. Roxanne hid her face in his chest, not wanting to know what would happen next. Dean's heart was pumping quickly, his face scrunched up. After a few minutes, Roxanne felt a warm hand on her back. She shuddered and looked up, only to meet with Dean's softened gaze. "It was your first, right?" he asked softly as his fingers drew lazy patterns on her back.

Roxanne nodded, hiding her face once again. "I hurt you, didn't I?" he asked again, voice filled with regret.

Roxanne nodded again, still not showing her face to Dean. Suddenly, the warm pair of hands cupped her face again, bringing it up to his. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I can't believe I did it. I'm in love with you, but I've hurt you."

Roxanne blinked profusely at him. Wh-What did he just say? Roxanne cleared her throat and spoke up, her voice hoarse, "What did you just say?"

Dean looked at her and gave a weak smile. "You didn't know, huh?"

Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her nose. "I've been in love with you ever since I met you."

Roxanne felt her heart leap in joy. The tears she had pathetically held back began to flow, like a tap turned on. He hugged her tighter, letting her sob into his already destroyed clothes. As her sobs subsided, Dean kissed her gently on the lips, unlike what had happened just hours before. He pulled back and moved Roxanne next to him, avoiding the patch of blood on the sheets. He sat up and whispered, "I'll be back."

Roxanne weakly smiled at him as he kissed her forehead. She watched as he went out of the door, feeling slightly more relieved. She took a look around the partially empty room and sighed. Her clothes were definitely not there. Of all times for her to be butt naked, it had to be now. She needed to contact headquarters and her radio was attached to her currently missing attire. Roxanne laid flat on the bed, hoping to relax. She stared at the ceiling and sighed, rubbing the wounds on her wrists. What am I suppose to do now?

Hours went by before she heard the door creak open. She turned quickly, praying that it was not one of Raoul's men. Much to her relief, it was just Dean. She stared at him as he moved closer to the bed and tossed her suit at her. Despite the few cuts on it, the suit was still wearable. Roxanne thanked Dean silently and stood up, pulling the suit over her naked body. Then, he moved to her arms and wrapped the wounds with a bandage.

"I couldn't find your underwear," Dean admitted, his face hung low. "I also realised your arm before I left."

Roxanne giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll be fine," she reassured him. She fumbled around with her belt and took out her radio. "Q? Q, you there?"

After a few minutes of static silence, Q's voice boomed from the small radio. "Oh God, Agent Rox! Where are you? Are you okay? Did you find Agent Paxton?"

Roxanne laughed at all the questions bombarded at her and replied, "I'm fine, just a little bruised. Yes, I'm with Agent Paxton. I have no idea where I am. Can you track me?"

The two of them listened as Q typed furiously on his computer. It took a while before they heard Q's cry of joy. They glanced at each other and held their breath. Please be something good. Roxanne prayed silently as her knuckles went white from her tight grip on her radio.

"I found you! I'm sending help right away! Get out of there if you can!" Q shouted as orders were sent from an agent to another. "They'll be there in 10 minutes."

Roxanne thanked Q and turned to Dean. "We should move," she announced, forcing her body to ignore the pain between her thighs.

"I'll make it up to you." Roxanne heard Dean whisper before he moved towards the door. She stared at him, dumbfounded.

He really loves me? Her thoughts asked as she followed him, aware of the silence in the house. One noise and a whole band of enemies could be after them. As they reached the door of the one-floor house, Dean turned to her, a finger on his lips, pointing another finger towards a large man standing by the window in the kitchen. Dean crouched around the kitchen counter and grabbed his gun. He hit the man continuously with the butt of his .40 caliber, knocking him out cold.

Dean made his way back to Roxanne, who was cowering in a corner. They reached the door quickly, suspicious with the lack of men in the house. Once they stepped out of the house, gunshots were fired towards them. The two quickly ran for cover behind some trees. They were expecting this, Roxanne thought as she readied her gun. Q ... Where are the agents?

She watched as Dean shot endlessly at their attackers. She mimicked his moves, desperately trying to put her shivers and the pain on her wrists at bay. This was not training, this was the real deal. Roxanne swallowed her fear and shot at her attackers. She caught a glimpse of the bullet going through his forehead, bits of skin and brain splattered on the floor. Headshot.

Roxanne smiled to herself with a newly found confidence. Their fight ended when two MI6 helicopters arrived at the scene, shocking the enemies. The agents fired at them, killing all of the frightened attackers before they landed. Roxanne and Dean climbed on quickly, both wanting to return to headquarters immediately.

"Raoul wasn't there, was he?" Dean questioned, fear and anger suddenly mixed in his shaky voice.

Roxanne stared at him and shook her head. No wonder that voice was familiar, she thought as she recalled the moments she had with her ear pressed up on the door. It was Raoul!

"Damn it!" Dean was freaking out, running his hands through his brown hair, causing the sides to stick out. "He'd be after James now!"

Roxanne gasped. No, not James! She panicked. Having nearly lost Dean was enough! She could not even bear to think about losing James. The ride home was silent, both friends filled with worry for James, the one and only agent 007.

Once they reached headquarters, Roxanne dashed to M's office. After startling the old lady with her sudden appearance, she panted, "Get James back home!"

M stared at her with puffy, red eyes. Roxanne stood at the door with a confused expression. "M, what's wrong?"

"James," she choked, wiping streams of tears down her face. "James got shot."

Roxanne stood rooted to the ground, feeling her tears flow. Dean came up behind her and froze. James is dead?

- PAGE BREAK SWEETHEARTS-

Roxanne stood in her shower, letting the warm water run down her aching body. Her thoughts were cramped with Dean and James. James, whose body has yet to be found, and Dean, who confessed to her after raping her. She knew she loved Dean as well, but how could she say it now? Now that James was missing.

You can do it. I believe in you. Roxanne remembered James say. She had to tell Dean. She cut her shower short and ran out into her apartment, looking for Dean. The cool air brushed past her bare, wet skin as she looked for Dean, finding him asleep on the couch. She approached him silently, thankful for the quiet floorboards, and straddled his hips.

Dean stirred but was still asleep. Roxanne prodded him roughly, wanting him to wake up. "Dean, come on," she whined, her bony finger still poking Dean's muscular body. "I need to tell you something."

Roxanne leaned forward as Dean opened his eyes. He groaned as he realised what was dripping onto his pants. "Rox, dry yourself off!" he grunted, pretending that he was not as turned out as he really was.

Roxanne smiled and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to stable herself. "Remember back at Skyfall, when you told me you loved me?"

Dean's head shot up to look at her. "I-I.. Oh, I," Dean stammered, his cheeks quickly reddening with shame.

Roxanne laughed and looked away from him. "I love you too," she whispered. She felt Dean freeze under her. His hands touched her shoulders and slid down her arm.

"Really?"

Roxanne nodded and grinned at how nervous Dean was. Dean's nervousness suddenly turned into a devilish smile. "Good, then I think it's time I make it up to you." He flipped them over, resting Roxanne on the couch as he lowered himself to his knees and closer to her center. "Does it still hurt?" he whispered, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.

Roxanne nodded weakly. It still ached but it was better than before. She sucked in her breath as she felt his tongue circle her clit before plunging deep into her depths. She moaned as Dean continued to eat her out, his saliva coating her insides. He took his time to nibble at her inner thighs, causing Roxanne to pant and fight for breath. She looked at him and felt her arousal heighten. His light blue eyes were dark and filled with lust and love.

Roxanne watched as he stripped, leaving nothing on himself. His erection stood, hard and proud, before he flipped them around again, this time going back to her straddling his hips. "This won't hurt as much as lying down would," he whispered, gently caressing Roxanne's thighs. "I promise."

Her fear slipped past her as Dean positioned her over his dick. He whispered sweet things in her ears as his hands grabbed hold of her butt. She slid down his length, feeling the pain shoot back up to her, and relaxed when Dean started nibbling at her neck. He found her sweet spot and sucked, leaving a bruise, as he thrusts up into Roxanne slowly. One of his hands grabbed hers as his mouth moved to kiss the dried, bandaged wounds on both her wrists. He was careful, not wanting to cause her anymore pain.

Roxanne could not suppress her moans as Dean began hitting her spot. The pain she felt a second ago was replaced with pleasure. She lowered her head and kissed Dean, letting her tongue slide across his lower lip. He opened up, sliding his tongue onto hers as their bodies connected. She felt his fingers travel down her stomach and touched her where they were both united. His fingers stroked gently around her opening. Roxanne shivered as pleasure ripped through her body.

She felt the heat pooling in her stomach as she pushed herself down on Dean. "D-Dean!"

He felt the walls of her vagina clench on his dick. A deep moan rumbled from his throat as he felt Roxanne's cum sliding down his length. He continued thrusting up into her, more furiously, seeking his own release. When the pressure of Roxanne's walls became too much for him, Dean shot his load into her with a broken scream that seemed like Roxanne's name. Roxanne collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. The sweat that had formed on both their bodies mixed as they stayed in their position, hugging one another.

Dean cleared his throat after a few minutes of hearing nothing but wildly beating hearts. "That was better, right?" His voice was uneven and his breaths were still insufficient.

Roxanne looked up from his chest, where she had collapsed, and smiled. "That was excellent."

Dean sighed in relief. "I love you, you know that?"

His arms were wrapped tighter around her, not wanting to let go. She smiled sheepishly against his chest. "I love you too, Dean."

Roxanne shuffled around on Dean's hips, trying to find a comfortable position. She pushed him down when Dean wanted to get up, worried that he might have hurt her with his actions. When Roxanne shook her head, Dean relaxed onto the couch. A silly smile was plastered on his face as he stared at Roxanne, who was slowly drifting off. "I'll protect you from now on," Roxanne heard him whisper. "I'll love you, forever."

"We'll get James back."