Alright, the reason for this being postponed so much was because I really don't want this story to turn to shit, and while I'm good with my grammar and shit, I suck at creating plots. Anyway, yeah that's my excuse, what's yours? Nah, in all seriousness, if you want me to post more chapters, leave lots and lots of them fuckin' reviews, let's me know how much you want this boat to sail. BTW: I don't own any of the Characters or the game they belong to their respective owners, even if I did own it, I'm pretty sure they would castrate me for letting Desmond live, just my opinion, I like my balls where they are, thank you very motherfuckering much.

Yes, I know I have a dirty mouth :(

Chapter 2 Flatline

Being a realist had its ups and downs. Being plagued with visions of people not from his time had its downs respectively. But if being a realist had taught him anything, it certainly led the ropes for having a black and white view on the world and the not so known one, that was hidden right in front of people's eyes, beneath their own feet, he couldn't blame people for being so ignorant though, they were coddled as children to believe that if they led a normal life, no harm would come of them. However, back on the black and white view; the world was cold, 'dog eats dog', 'survival of the fittest', 'kill or be killed'. These little snippets on how hard life can be could not have been any more true. Especially if he was supposed to hide away in plain sight and plot away against an unknown evil with a rag-tag team that grew up like him.

They didn't have the normal childhoods they were meant to, they didn't have the luxuries of being kids. Those fights seemed ages ago, from a different time period. Though a new fight began and on a much bigger scale. On top of that, the trouble was banging right on his door. Like some sort of malicious Delivery Guy delivering a pizza pie of doom….or some type of plotting Girl Scout handing out gummy worms that were high in Vitamin Evil….. God, he needed to get out more.

"What do you think you're doing? At this ungodly time too." A voice jostled him from his inner-pondering/trying-to-make-up-a-good-excuse-for-napping. He couldn't even identify the gender of the voice from the heavy throes of sleep that were ensnaring him. So he gathered all of his wit and slid out of the bed as silently as possible. He crouched by the bed and had it fixed to make it look as if there was no one in the bed in the first place.

"I just wanted tooo...see how well he's… adjusting to his room! Yeah! That's it! Besides it's 10 in the morning! You'll be fine as soon as you had some coffee."

He silently crouched over to the window and pulled the curtains to cast the room in darkness.

"You're not that slick, I know you are trying to change the direction of this conversation. I can clearly tell that you are just trying to get into the room, might I remind you that you cannot enter if he's sleeping. That's very unbecoming of a young la-God I really do need coffee; I'm starting to sound like my mother."

Next was going to be tricky; sneak his way to the door without either hearing him, then as soon as they entered; neutralize with extreme prejudice without anyone finding the bodies, he needed at least 10 minutes if he was going to be able to run and hide away successfully. 'This'll be as easy as taking a Leap of Faith into a bundle of…something soft? Still can't believe they found me out this fast. I'll have to escape.' He started with his left foot first, trying to be as discreet with his feet as possible to avoid the small 'pit pat' of his feet. While he was doing this, he slightly lost his balance and lightly knocked into the wall trying to gain it back; rewarding him with a slight 'thump'. The voices outside stopped talking for a moment. Had he been noticed? Luckily though, however, they picked up soon enough, 'first one walks through; take as hostage, lead the other into the room, snap hostage's neck and throw the body at him, then proceed to knock him to the floor and suffocate him, blankets are nearby if I need some help. Now all I need is a football Quarter Back to say "break!".'

"Yeah. Yeah." With a grunt as a response feet shuffled away.

'And then there were two.'

He heard footsteps stop by the door and his eyes widened as he heard shuffling outside. Immediately, he made the fastest mad dash for cover behind the bed.

'Gunfire in 3…2…1…'

"Yo, Vic' are you awake?" Came the female voice from behind the door.

'Well…I feel like an idiot.'

"Yeah, give me a second."

He started towards the door and as soon as he opened it,

"Quick, get inside quick! Move, move! Hurry!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"Why, what's going on?" Desmond questioned.

She opened her coat to reveal chocolate sweets.

"Nice! Where'd you get the chocolate?"

"Remember when we were running around the hospital trying to get away from the guard who caught us or well, you out of bed and you said you could go for some chocolate and-"

"Yeah, I remember." He had said, trying to get her to the point.

"Well~, it just so happens that they had a vending machine that was out of order and completely stocked with goods," and she added under her breath, "Easy to pick too."

"Well, shit. I got to give it to you, nice job." He congratulated.

"Alright, I just came to drop this off. I gotta'-"

"Stay."

"What?"

"C'mere." He commanded, holding her by the wrist to lead her to his bed while she pouted.

"I can't finish all this by myself, so I'ma share it with you." He grabbed one of the bars and started peeling the wrapper. As if the answer he gave should've been enough to convince her to stay and enjoy the treat.

"I really-"

"And bite." He cut her off by shoving the bar into her mouth.

She let the bar melt into her mouth as she hummed in satisfaction.

"I guess if it's just for a bit. I'm sure he won't be too mad." She stated between chews.

"He who? You're boss?" He had queried.

"Sort of. He's an asshole that likes to boss people around, and I remind him that he's an asshole that can't boss people around. It seems to work though. I think he has a crush on me." She had finished, putting the chocolate bar back into her mouth to absently chew.

"What does he do?"

"He is the brute that does all the heavy lifting and I'm the one who sets up the rooms or pcs with the required equipment, I get these two that are supposed to help out, but can't tell a megabyte from a terabyte. The girl is pretty cute though, has a nice rack."

"Pft, yeah. By the way, the megabyte is smaller than the terabyte, right?"

"Well, duh. Of course it is."

"Knew it. Jesus, I'm so smart."

"Yea', right up there with Einstein."

"So the Cross guy likes to boss the two around?"

"Pretty much, if not for his crush, he'd never leave them alone. That and he could totally fire me and just hire another techy."

"Does he know that you aren't into men and more invested in wo-men?" he tried.

"Probably. I think he thinks that he can turn me or something, once saying that he was and I'm using quotations here, 'I'm 190 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal' . He'd also be upset if he figured out that I decided to hang out with someone as harmless as you." Feeling like teasing him.

And like that, he had snapped.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean," immediately the mood turned…different somehow and she didn't remember the word for it.

He moved in an instant and had her pinned beneath him, all the chocolate bars had gathered to where the bed concaved by his knee, some even fell off the bed to where they were haphazardly placed.

"I'll have you know that I am a proud Golden Eagle, and it just so happens that I prey on Cranes, I am a very aggressive carnivore. We are very methodical in our ways of going about eating our food."

Caught frozen, all she could do was reply meekly, uncertain about this different side of Aleksei.

"I-Is that right?"

His eyes gleamed.

"So keep that in mind, just in case you want to fuck with a man's pride. I tend to strike back with action."

"Really?" The rocker had asked, unsure if the entire thing was a bluff.

"Really." He stated. Popping another piece of chocolate into her open mouth and his as well. Giving her one of his smiles, and giving her space, as he climbed off of her.

"-ming in." was all the warning they got before the door swung open and revealed a man who witnessed them sitting around dumb, fat, and happy eating chocolate.

"The hell?" questioned a lean man standing by the doorway.

"Uh, sorry. I don't think I've met you before. I'm Aleksei, nice to m-" He started, only to be ignored.

"Rebecca?" The man tried again, completely ignoring Desmond.

'Well, fuck you too, dickface.'

"Cross?" She questioned, suddenly giving him her attention.

"I was told you'd be here, because you were running late; I decided to come get you. I didn't know you'd have the company of a man." He said, his voice soaked in anger and thick like venom, spitting the last word as if it made him fill with disgust for his own sex.

"How dare you," He started, thinking of a way to preserve Rebecca's name as well as her job.

Miles caught her glance and gave her a wink with the eye that the man at the doorway could not see, given his point of view.

Desmond looked back at the cocksucker standing in the middle of the room and gave the most shit-eating grin he could muster, "Listen pal, I don't know if you're gay or not, but she is. That, and isn't it taboo to have a relationship in a workplace? I may not be no expert, bu-"

Suddenly a large fist had knocked him on his ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast (Eminem anyone? XD).

"Son of a bitch packs one hell of a punch," Desmond had muttered as he felt the telltale signs of a busted lip and an oncoming bruise.

"Faster than he looks too." He continued as he got up from his sudden hit. But as he got up, he saw something over the shoulder of the brute. The man was outlined in blue, wearing a white robe that covered him down to his feet. He met his eyes for a second until the man walked out the door.

At the same time, Desmond's heart rate skyrocketed, his body heating up to abnormal temperatures. His eyes pleading as he tried to follow the mysterious man. The two occupants in the room just watched as he got up in a daze and walked out the door. "Vic', you can't just leave!" Rebecca tried calling out to him to no use as he continued moving in a haze, his senses feeling as if he walked into a fog, congested. The white hallway couldn't get any brighter as he seemingly chased the stranger in slow motion. He tried to reach the man who just stood to the door of the hospital, but as he got nearer, his vision started to bug out, his ears buzzed as a dark red liquid flowed in a small stream from his ears, it got harder to breathe, all he could smell was the blood leaking from his nose and onto the floor, and it felt as if gravity itself was trying to weigh him down.

Miles fell to his knees and continued crawling towards the being who finally gave the pathetic man his attention, looking into his primal yellow eyes. The white cloth and leather bound man finally walked the few short steps to Desmond and offered him his hand. As Des' took the man's hand, he immediately fell back, his heart stopping, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Rebecca only reached Aleksei as he fell down, as he moved at speeds that were incredible. The next few hours were hell for her as Medical personnel rushed back and forth in the E.R. She tried her best to stay strong, with Lucy by her side for moral support, feeling just as scared as a lost child might. They had no idea what was wrong with the completely healthy individual. It seemed like a death by heart attack, his heart just…stopped, the blood came out of nowhere, from his nose and ears, it shouldn't have bled, there were no ruptures. Yelling and such was being heard as they tried a defibrillator on him continuously with no success. They tried everything they could, to no avail. He was pronounced dead at 8:00 P.M.

Rebecca cried out in denial when they told them that he was dead, feeling angry that he died on the spot, and she was helpless to it all. Just…What the fuck, man? Just-Just why? He was perfectly healthy just a few hours ago. Indeed it was shocking, it was a case like no other, a man died from a heart failure with no inclination as to how it may have happened, he just collapsed. So when Crane finally calmed down, she did something, we as humans do all the time, She marched smartly up to his dead body and yelled at him…in the face.

"Rebecca, calm down! You're causing a scene!" Lucy tried, as she was peeling her friend away from Aleksei's dead body. "NO! Let me go, Dammit'!" She screeched back, wanting to yell at his face because she couldn't accept the fact that he just died. After pushing Lucy away, she marched up to Desmond's comatose form and vented, "You piece of shit! Stop pretending, this isn't funny! Get the fuck up, move! I said to wake up! Don't go around making people care, if all you're going to do is fucking drop dead! Don't…please…don't go, don't say goodbye," She started, as she slapped his face. Not even jostling him, as her pleas for him to stay got weaker, she let loose her tears, as she cried onto his arm, as she started wetting his long sleeved shirt. "I want you…here. Don't leave me, you bastard." Her pleas went unanswered as she sat there like an idiot waiting for him to just get up.

"Fine then! Stay dead, see if I give two shits!" The angry woman yelled at him as she pounded her fist into his chest several times. "Rebecca, that's enough!" Lucy intervened. "Fuck you! Leave me alone!" laying against his comatose form, she laid her head on his clothed chest as she let her tears flow freely, nestling into the fabric.

Ba-Dum

She stilled, laying stagnant trying to see if she heard right, eyes wide in surprise, and disbelief.

Ba-Dum

Ba-Dum

"Holy shit!" She said, taken aback. She looked up to his face and stared, anxious.

"Come on, Becca', we need to go now."

As she turned to tell Lucy that she heard something, "Hey, what're you guys doing in my room? Don't you know, it's like…9:00 at night? Who're all these people too?"

"What the shit?" Lucy jumped back, scared by the corpse's sudden reanimation. As were the other people who gasped at his sudden live-…ness.

"Vic'!" She exclaimed.

"Huh?" he asked, drowsy, as he looked at her excited face staring at his.

"What's happenin' Rebec-MMRF!"

Suddenly his lips were taken into hold by the rocker's own, surprising him and robbing him of the ability to speak. Her hands gathered fistfuls of his shirt into her grasp as she pressed her lips into his, desperate for this to be real. He was eager to reciprocate her passion.

"Oh my fucking god." Lucy groaned as she stepped outside, telling the people to let them have a moment.

Finally she let go, drawing in pants as she fought for breath, nestling against his neck once more.

After realizing he wasn't having a cheese-induced dream, he tried his best to look at her, his eyes scrunched up in disbelief when he voiced his thoughts,

"I must've done some really incredible shit when I passed out, huh?"

She smiled against his neck, and he could feel the smile against his skin.

"You have no idea."

And that was chapter 2. If you really want more, I just need reviews. All I'm asking for. Peace.