Again, sorry it took so long to get this out. It's been hell trying to get to a computer.
Fight against 3: Unanswered Questions
She's breathing softly on the nape of my neck. I don't want to wake her up yet, it's still early. I twirl my fingers slightly in her hair. I kiss the top of her forehead and she starts to stir awake.
She pulls away a bit then looks up to meet my eyes before a large grin slowly creeps up her face in realization. The sun is hitting her face making her beautiful form even more dazzling. We continue to smile in each others presence, taking each other in.
"Hey." She says simply and if I thought it weren't already impossible, my grin grows even wider.
"Hey." I say back just as simply bringing my hand up and caressing her cheek.
I can't help but stare into her crystal blue eyes that appear to be dancing in the light.
"You're so beautiful." I whisper, almost as though it's only for me to hear, maybe it is.
She blushes at me comment but continues to indulge me in our little staring contest
"Not as much as you." She also says it quietly yet softer, so much softer. The pads of my thumbs start to caress her check occasionally drawing random patterns.
"Spence, I love you so much." I say it as though it's the only truth to me, as though it's the only thing that matters, and frankly, it is.
"I love you too." She smiles at me not bothering to hide the blush that's painted her face.
We continue to do this for a few minutes before she proceeds to dive her head in the nook of my neck again. I tightly wrap my arms around her and do the same with her neck. She smells so good. I just want to do this forever, no care, no worries, just me and her.
We stay like this for a little longer before she untangles her legs underneath the sheets and shifts her body. I loosen my hold on her and she turns around so that her back is facing my front. I tighten my hold on her again and start laying soft kisses on her neck. I can feel her tense under the touch, then shiver but slowly relaxes. I pick a point at which I continuously suckle, marking her, marking our relationship. We never do more then this, we never go too far. I don't want to push her; I'm scared of her running away.
It's only been two weeks since then and I don't want her to feel as though she is being rushed. No one knows yet, but it doesn't matter, cause we know, and to us, that's the world. We've been together for so long and yet it feels like our life together has only started now. I've known her since birth, ever since dad found her and decided to be her guardian.
We're not sisters, no, nothing like that. Childhood friends are what we've always considered each other. Though I've known for quite a while that I wanted more, and now I know she does too.
I don't really know how everyone else will react but I don't think it will be bad. I mean, how can something that feels so good, be remotely bad, right? It can't, or shouldn't. Because this just feels right, it feels in place, it feels real and it makes me feel whole. It makes everything disappear. Being with her makes it as though nothing else exists, no leaders, no rebels, no training, no war, nothing. To us, they don't exist. I guess that's what it feels like to be in love, it feels good.
I hold her tightly against me and she accepts the tight hold as she snuggles her form into my body. It's perfect, everything.
"Ashley!" What the hell? Spence why are you yelling?
"Spence, why are you yelling?"
"Ashley! Ashley!" I don't get it, why is she…
"Ashley Come on! Wake up!"
"I don't get it, why're you-"
The next thing I know, my face is hitting against the floor. 'OW!' Fuck! What just…' I look around the room after getting my faceoff the floor, and there is Aiden now laughing his ass off standing in front of my bed.
"Aiden?" I say sleepily before I fully wake up in realization.
"What the fuck was that you ass?!" I yell at him and inspect my nose; I can feel the blood about to rush down so I pinch the bridge tightly to stop it.
"Sorry Ashley but you're late and you still look like hell." He says, still chuckling and now wiping off the small tears gathered in his eyes from the laughter.
"Yeah well, did you have to frickin push me off the bed?!!" I yell out at him, I'm pissed, I really am.
"Well you wouldn't wake up when I called out your name so…" He grins.
"Ugh, just get out." I point towards the door, and I now notice the pain of my aching bruises.
He notices the pain on my face and proceeds to leave without saying another word. I walk quickly to the bathroom to inspect the blood now about to run down my nose. I let the blood flow but quickly wash it away and hold a cloth against it, halting the bleeding.
I walk over to the bed and sit by the edge. I can feel the tears about to run down my face and so I let them. I hadn't dreamt about her in ages, I haven't thought about her in forever. I haven't… I let out a long and exasperated sigh before I let my back hit against the bad.
She was so beautiful, even when we were kids. I still remember it, it was shortly after we had gotten together and shyly admitted our feelings for each other; we had spent the night together. Nothing happened, but it was so magical. Just being able to fully hold her in my arms and love her in the way I want to, was perfect. That's why I hate this, I hate how this is plaguing me. I hat how I'm still thinking of her.
I get up but groan at the pain that is still pounding my body. I change from yesterdays clothes then head towards the door. I leave the floor and head on to the clinic. I hate it there, I hate being in a place that has half dead bodies being healed. Because then I just remember that I did damage just as bad or worse to other people. I enter and am faced with the dreary atmosphere. Luckily, since our squadron is still new and made only after the assassination, there's not a lot of members, meaning, that there are less to be injured.
I walk towards one of the rooms that the nurse instructed me to. I enter the room and see a familiar face. He's a middle aged man with short black hair and a set of light crystal blue eyes, kinda like Spencer's, only less vibrant.
"Dr Carlin, how are you?" I greet him with a smile. Dr. Carlin has been working for us for a few years now. He's really nice and puts a lot of dedication into his job, especially since the disputes of the rebels and government took away both his wife and daughter. He's also kinda like an uncle to me, he takes care of me a lot and he's always there to listen to me. I think he would make a better psychologist then doctor really. Not to say he isn't a good doctor, he's a great doctor, but an even better psychologist.
"I should be asking you that question Ashley." He chuckles lightly.
I beam him a large smile, I love this guy.
"Well nothing serious, just a few bumps and bruises." I say as I take a seat on the examination bed.
"That's for me to decide." He says smartly.
"Yeah, I know." I give in and let him examine my bruises.
When he finally finishes bandaging my bruises he sends me on my way but not before giving me one of his lectures on how I should be more careful.
I head down the hall only to pass by Aiden.
"Hey dude, how you doing?" He asks, concerned expression planted on his face.
"I'm fine, just some scratches and bruises." I reply boredly.
"Oh… By the way, you never answered my question, what the hell happened yesterday?"
"Nothing." I reply sternly.
"Come one Ash, even I know that it couldn't have been 'nothing' to get you like that." He says determined.
I sigh before giving in.
"I just thought I saw someone that I knew when I was there, okay!" I reply, annoyed.
He doesn't seem at all fazed by my snapping or yelling and continues to press me.
"What do you mean?"
"Like I said, I thought I saw someone I knew but it's impossible because that persons dead." I say quietly towards the end.
"Who?" I swear, has this guy never heard the expression curiosity killed the cat?!
"Just someone from a long time ago that I cared for!" Geez, this guy won't back off!
He furrows his eyebrows thinking of any possible candidate.
"Is it a girl?"
I don't reply and instead keep the silence. He takes the silence as an affirmative and continues.
"Is it Spencer Christian?" I stop all movements and tense. Aiden hasn't known me for too long but he came around the time of the assassination so he heard rumors about her when he came. I guess he takes my silence as yet another affirmative.
"I heard about her. She was your girlfriend wasn't she?" I don't look at him and continue to freeze into place, my glare continued to the floor.
"I heard that she was taken by the rebels and that her body was found a few weeks later." He says quietly.
I snap my head in his direction and glare at him full on. He notices my anger and proceeds to take a step or two back.
"Sorry dude, didn't mean to get all insensitive there." He replies sheepily
I just let out another sigh before continuing to go on my way. I head to my room before getting dressed into another suit and heading of to see Mac for briefing.
I enter through the large steel door and head to the middle of the room and I see Mac engrossed in a pile of papers as usual.
"Hey Mac" I saw quietly to him knowing he must still be mad for yesterday.
He looks up from the papers and looks to me.
"I see that you finally fixed yourself up." He refers to the bandages patches around the small scratches around me.
"Yup, Dr Carlin did it for me." I smile at him.
"Carlin eh, well be careful around him." He looks at me sternly.
Don't get the wrong idea, I don't think that Mac necessarily hates Dr. Carlin, he just is very competitive with him. They seem to be opposites of each other, even in looks. While Dr. Carlin has dark black hair, Mac has bright blond hair. They both are the same age but Mac appears just slightly bit younger, which I'm frankly surprised at since he's always so stressed. While Dr. Carlin has light crystal blue eyes, Mac has an intense fiery shade of brown. When it comes to Dr. Carlin, he will be nice and kind and be there to listen to you and your problems, but when it comes to Mac, he will playfully ignore you and tell you to suck it up.
They are literally two sides of a coin, but they get along pretty well despite being so. They like to compete in their work dedication since they both have heavy workloads. Mac sends out the people to go injure themselves and Dr. Carlin sends in the people so he can fix them up. Ironic isn't it? So to speak they have a little friendly rivalry going on.
"Whatever you say, Mac" I chuckle.
"So, what's next on the agenda?" I ask him. I want to bury myself in work so that I'll have less time tow worry about her.
"Nothing." He replies blatantly.
"Nothing? What do you mean nothing? There's always something going on, and you're always complaining about how there's not enough being done." I reply confused and somewhat angry.
"Nothing for you anyways." He says casually, peeking out from the papers he's looking at.
"What're you talking about? I'm not injured or anything, just a few scrapes and bruises, so just let me out." I plead with him, this is not what I need right now.
"Yes, but you're weapons are still in repair and I still haven't forgiven you for ruining that bike."
"Yes but-" He cuts me off.
"No buts. If you keep complaining then I'll just take you off duty the entire week." He threatens.
'Dammit! He can't do that! Oh no wait, yes he can. Dammit!'
Why does the God hate me? Why is it that he takes away the little relief that I can have in this situation? Why is it that in just one day I've gone from a confident woman to a miserable loaf? Why are all my questions unanswered?
I glare at him seething through gritted teeth before I take a deep breath and inhale and exhale, trying desperately to regain my composure and resist temptation from tearing the whole place apart.
It takes me a few minutes of glaring before I decide that he isn't going to change him mind then storm off. I head off to the training room to relieve some pressure, and hopefully, if Aiden's there, take my frustration out on his ass.
I blast in the room and I'm met with the surprised glances of a few agents, none of which I'm too familiarly acquainted with; like I said, I'm a loner. Other then Aiden, whom I've been made a partner off for several occasions, I don't really know any of these agents. They all know me though, obviously they should know me considering I'm the best and I also started the agency.
I am the founder of this agency. Dad had made a promise to me when I was little to allow me to be anything I wanted. I wanted to destroy the rebel faction. I know, I know. What kind of eight year old tells her dad that she wants to kill outlaws? Well, me. I hate the rebels because they took away my mom and I hate them even more because they used to make Spencer cry. Don't get the wrong idea, it's not like they took away her candy or anything, it's just that since Spence's parents were killed by the rebels, she was always teased when we were kids for not having any. Of course I stepped in and beat the living shit out of them. No one would touch my Spencer, no one. Spencer was five years old when we first met. It was around the coronation time of my father, that her parents died and my dad took her in. We've been together since then, well, at least until she…
"Ash, you're here." Aiden walks up to me, soaking in sweat, full grin on his face as he takes a towel and wipes of the fluids running down his body.
A large grin also comes up to my face as well, only this wasn't the same as his grin, this was a mischievous grin, one that would entail that I kick Aiden's ass.
"Hey Aid." I say in a friendly tone.
He looks at me strangle before shrugging off the weird intonation in my voice.
"Why don't we do a few rounds? One –on-one, no weapons, bare fights but we go by street rules. I suggest.
"Sure Ash." He nods ecstatically and heads off to the ring.
This is gonna be good, finally something to relieve the pressure. I mean, why use a punching bag when you can use Aiden's face? It's so much easier and softer too.
I do my evil laugh before heading off in the direction he went to, he won't know what hit him.
Soo...How'd you like it, or hate it?