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David's POV
Dream

The shaking around them kept most of his men fiddling nervously with their equipment. The only two that weren't was Delta and Echo. Delta was in the cockpit with the pilots. There was a transmission waiting for him.

A familiar voice of Charlie in Century Team 9 came over, "Snake Lady to Delta. Come in Delta!"

The pilot looked at him worried. This was not a green light operation. In fact he had been told several times not to go. Not going however was not an option for him. Almanac was in trouble. His brother had been captured and if he didn't go no one else would.

Charlie snarled, "Damn it! Can anybody here me up there?!"

Echo asked poking his head in, "Delta, are you going to answer him?

Cold green eyes turned back to his second in command. He answered, "No. Tell the others to prepare to jump. We are almost there."

Echo nodded his own cold grey eyes searching Delta's. This was their mission prep. Just to be sure he was ready for the mission.

A few moments later they were ushering the men out of the plane. One of the pilots yelled, "You guys are insane, Delta! Its a typhoon out there!"

Right before Echo jumped he said, "Delta might be insane but he's the only one I would follow. I have nothing to go back to. All I can do is keep moving forward. If that means dying on a mission led by Delta so be it. See you on the ground."

Then his second was gone. Taking one last look at the cockpit he too made the jump.

End of dream

On his feet he pushed away the weight on his chest. He felt what he laying on going down slightly with the weight. He jumped off of it searching around him for an enemy. A brown haired hazel eyed man lay on a queen bed. It took several seconds for him to process where he was.

His legs went out from under him as the adrenaline drained out of him. He hit the floor hard but he barely felt it. Shock was replacing his adrenaline and it was exhausting. Questions ran through his mind.

Did he hurt the doctor? Would the man still want him as a patient? His breathing was coming in ragged gasps. Once again his vision was going fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

A hand was placed on his chest another brought his hand to the owner's chest. Looking up he saw Panov's worried gaze. He was saying something but David couldn't hear him. It felt like someone had stuffed cotton in his ears.

The chest his hand was on rose and fell in a slow rhythm. One that seemed impossibly slow for him in his current state. When it became obvious that wasn't working the hand was removed from his chest. A groan that sounded far away left him.

Suddenly he found himself being maneuvered so that his back was against something. It was hard but not like wood or metal. When he felt it move he knew that it was the doctor's chest. If he had been in his right mind he might have felt embarrassed. There wasn't enough of his mind that was alert to feel embarrassed however. It was fighting with the panic.

The slow rhythmic breathing from behind him was easier to focus on. Slowly his breathing began to slow. His heart beat was still pounding in his ears though. An upside to it was he no longer felt as if he was going to pass out.

When he could hear again he moved out of the man's grip. For a moment Panov seemed like he wouldn't let David go. Then slowly he was released.

For his part David shot across the room and put his back into the corner. The panic was gone but instincts still remained. Lessons learned in Medusa were not so easily forgotten. Many of them had saved his life at one point or another.

Panov carefully stood. Every movement he made was slow and visible. David could tell the man was being extra cautious. Not that be he blamed him. David was unpredictable at best. On his worst days it was a wonder he wasn't locked in a passed room.

Panov asked softly making no moves to come closer, "What was the dream about, David?"

Shaking his head he said, "Not a dream or a nightmare this time. A memory."

It was unusual for him to have a memory as a dream. Most of the time it was nightmares. Either of Sirius', Cedric's, or Jason Bourne's deaths. Only one of those men's deaths had actually been by his hand.

Panov asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Feverently he shook his head. There was no way he would talk about that one. That particular memory had been the start of a terrible mission. One were he had to shoot one of his men for being a traitor. One that almost cost Gordon Webb also known as Almanac his life.

Panov said after a moment moving to help David to his feet, "Come let's get you back into bed. It's still too early for you to leave yet."

A hand was outstretched to him and for half a second he hesitated. Then he took it allowing the doctor to pull him to his feet. Then he was led back to the bed. Morning would come soon and with it his classes.

Draco's POV

Having the Dark Lord go to classes with him was not his idea of a good time. Part of Draco wanted to go to college for the freedom. Both to be away from his parents and the politics. It seemed not meant to be. With Potter being found and the Dark Lord wanting to keep an eye on him. Draco it seemed was in for having to deal with both. He choose to sit in the middle of the lecture hall. It was the perfect place to see everyone who entered and to take notes. The Dark Lord choose to sit two rows from the front.

His first class was Potter's or Webb as he was called now self defense. The list of what they would be learning was extensive. Hand to hand combat, knife work, all manner of guns. This class was four hours a day twice a week. He could see why it was so.

Another thing he noticed in the syllabus is that they would be placed in squads. Squads were made up of a minimum of seven students but no more than fourteen. A large portion of their grades were made with squad assignments.

The class itself was made up of around forty people. He noticed some of the older students standing around. They were some of the ones that approached the professor the previous night. Worry was etched into each one of their faces.

Right before class was set to start Potter walked in. He was wearing a black button down shirt with navy blue slacks. On the top of the shirt was what looked like a pair of tags. He wondered what those were.

He heard one of the older students ask worriedly, "Professor are you alright? When you didn't return last night you had everyone worried."

Potter gave the student a small smile as he said, "I'm fine, Mr. Adams. I had an appointment that ran over so I stayed in town."

It was said in a way to placate the students. However it was also a placating tactic. There was more to the story than what was being said.

Draco like the other students were interested in what the older students were up to. Like Potter they wore tags on the top of their shirts. Potter handed them a sheet of paper before saying something. It was too quiet for him to overhear.

When all but one left he said, "Welcome to self defense 101. I am Professor David Webb and this is my second semester teaching here. For this class we have four hours twice a week. The first week will be mostly bookwork and learning about how to assemble and disassemble different sidearms and rifles. Any questions?"

A dirty blond haired teenager in the front asked, "What are the squads about?"

Potter smiled gently as he replied, "Glad you asked. Squads will be groups of students based on the skills they show over the next two weeks. Squads will be assigned by me and you will not be allowed to change them. For your squad to succeed you must learn to work together. Even in the face of adversity."

There were more questions but Draco didn't pay attention. Despite the man being Potter he was a good teacher. If Draco didn't know Potter from before he would have never realized it. Instead of the arrogant boy he knew from before a self assured man stood answering questions.

When the questions were finished he said holding up pieces of muggle paper, "This here is a basic knowledge exam. Don't worry if you can't answer all of the questions. I just need to see where everyone is at. From there the class will be tailored to suit our needs."

From there he passed the paper to the first row. They were then in turn passed back. When the papers reached Draco he took one and passed it the rest on. The questions were fairly basic and much better than he expected.

What are four pressure points that could be used to incapacitate an opponent?

Is counter clockwise or clockwise direction better for breaking an opponents wrist?

Someone grabs you from behind. What are three ways you can you can break from the hold and incapacitate the opponent?

What are the proper cleaning steps for an average sidearm? Bonus if you name multiple and their cleaning steps.

They were all around the same lines. Each tested their knowledge and Draco had to agree with Potter. This would give him a good starting point.

When he looked up from the paper he noticed an older student at Potter's desk. They were having a discussion, one that did not seem to be going well. Potter's eyes even from where he sat looked more grey than green. What could have happened to make someone's eyes turn that color?

The older boy's hands slammed onto Potter's desk. That drew the entire class' attention. Each person was watching to see what the professor would do.

Potter stood slowly his grey eyes never leaving the boy, "You will not threaten me in my own classroom. If you don't like how I teach we can settle this in the simulation room."

The boy growled angrily, "Fine! I wanted to settle this peacefully but it seems you won't. I, Dante of Century team 3 Alpha of the team do hereby challenge, Professor David Webb to a battle for control over the class."

Potter coldly stated, "I, David Webb, Delta, do hereby accept Dante of Century Team 3's challenge for control over the class. We will meet in one hour for the challenge. It shall be a seven on seven match."

The fool called Dante answered, "Agreed."

With that the student strode from the room. Potter looked more exhausted than Draco had ever seen him. There was however a look of determination in his eyes.

He said to the remaining students, "It seems you all will get to see the simulation room today. Along with what it is used for. Bring your papers to the front we will finish this next class."

All the students moved to obey including Draco. Most were chattering noisily. All wondering what the simulation room was like. Draco had the feeling it wasn't like any of them expected.