A/N - Thanks for the response to this. Let me know if you want me to try and delve deeper into what Callen might be thinking. The original aim of this for me was to try and condense things down to be short and sweet - so to speak, but if you want more details, I'll see what I can do.
Disclaimer - (for Chapter 1 as well) Don't own anything at all that is recognisable.
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Legend Pt 2
Dear Diary,
Finding and taking down a terrorist sleeper cell was easy.
Dodging Sam's question about settling down was self-preservation. Not ready to talk about her yet.
Smiling at the Russian girl and wondering if maybe it wouldn't be so bad to make friends after all, was simple. Almost instinctive. Which makes me wonder where that reaction came from. It seemed almost familiar.
I remember the blue sky. I remember the fruit stand. I remember the squeal of tyres and then the sharp sound that preceded the body-jarring, flesh-tearing, incredible pain of bullets slamming into me.
Not just one. But five.
I remember Sam holding me, begging me to hang on and fight.
I remember wishing it was that easy, that I could promise him I would.
I remember the darkness crawling in … and the fight starting in my mind and my body.
One I'm not sure I'm prepared for or can win.
I guess we'll see soon.