Hello lovelies! I decided to write another chapter for this fic since I can't get my head around to writing APA papers, this is much more enjoyable to do, don't you agree? I have an idea (it's so amazing that I tend to forget it sometimes but when I remember it, it's 10x more epic!) where I want to take this even though I just make up my writing on the spot and sometimes it make no sense at all, but it's fanfic so what the hell! Anyways I'll just follow the spiders on this one and see where they take me. Hope you like it & review, even if you are a guest plz review bc they make me feel ever so better and happy. Toodlepip! : )

A.N: All credit of Spooks/MI5 goes to the creator. Ah poop. Sorry for mistake or whatnots since I have no idea what the lines are or episodes but I do remember a bit here and there, bear w/me & buckle up in this timey-wimey conundrum we are going to be in.

Thanks:TsuKitzune, lexie2,JenB,Unaemme, mamabam, Iporayasi! Hugs all around and back again!

Chapter 2- Holy Crappola Batman

Saved by the bell! Well, phone chim…it doesn't matter. You shake your head to clear the fog out of your brain, take a few deep breathes and blink a few times. You were so close to telling him what happened before he took off to the bathroom, too close. The eye contact you both made was super intense, like True Blood glamouring intense. You swear that his eyes could hypnotize you into doing anything for him, no question about it.

It's not that you are blinded by his pleasing (okay dashing) appearance or confident smirk that makes you blush and your heart race, if you are being honest with yourself you would admit that it's his personality that gets you. The magazines are right about women in that aspect, personality matters, more so than looks, a good-looking guy or girl is just a bonus. With him you feel that he is genuine, passionate, and has so much to give and to prove which may end up being his kryptonite. With those feelings you automatically know that someone has hurt him before. You recognize it because you know its feeling down to the core.

Aria Edgewater, you know you are in trouble, if you're not as compassionate as a saint then you might as well call yourself a liar. You are the worst, most horrifyingly atrocious liar there ever was. For instance your mind brings up the time you locked yourself out of the apartment and you were on the balcony in the middle of winter because you were testing the velocity and viscosity of human saliva and blood per half degree increase. As soon as you were done you found yourself locked out due to the dodgy window freezing shut, you honestly had no idea that the tea spilt and froze it solid. With no other choice you climbed the balconies up to Sean's window and threw yourself inside landing on top of his girlfriend of the week. Oops. Arms flailing and legs kicking you fall off and cover your eyes in horror of the half naked people in your line of vision.

"AHH! WHAT THE FUCK SEAN?! WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!" said the woman with fake boobs, honestly? Those were as fake as the cheese in the deli.

"Ari? Wha-what are you doing here? Why did you 'conveniently' pop out of my window?" Sean asks confused and a bit put off. Uh oh.

"Umm… hehe…funny story actually…you see…well I wasn't doing anything dangerous at all," I emphasis emphatically with my eyebrows, "I was actually watering my plants, Bard and Smaug," at this Sean closes his eyes and inhales deeply, "and well my window got stuck and I thought…umm your window is always open and now I am…here," I say gesturing widely at the room, noticing the table full of half empty wine glasses and candles. Oh man he is going to kill me.

Giving me the stink eye, Miss Astro-Boob crawls off Sean with a huff and stomps toward the door squeezing into her what can only be described as Baby Gap clothes and actually nice heels, too bad you're too clumsy to wear them they look amazing, and slams the door shaking the pictures on the wall.

"Nat-," the only word left hanging in the air. Closing my eyes shut, I wait for him to start yelling. 'I should have just stayed outside' I think to myself. Hearing a frustrated sigh instead of yelling, I peek through my hair at Sean, who's just lying there.

"S-sorry Sean," I mutter, "I'll get going, night," I whisper making my way to the door, of course, leave it to me to ruin his Christmas date. The couch groans under his weight, he sits up and says, "Ari, it's fine, honestly, I didn't even like her that much," he chuckles without humor. "She thought Egypt wasn't in Africa, and that H1N1 was the name of a droid in Star Wars." I let out a weak chuckle, "Sorry I ruined your date, I'll be downstairs if you need anything," I say opening the door.

Before I walk out an arm wraps around my waist pulling me into a hug. "You know Ari? For someone so smart, you are really dumb, you know that?" he says into my hair. "Hmm, you may be right. I think H1N1 would be a perfect droid," I mutter sarcastically. Laughing in my neck, he leans in toward my ear, "You know you're a terrible liar, right? You obviously tell the truth and then try to lie your way out, besides your plants died months ago when you watered them with tea. On accident of course."

"Aria, no matter what you need, I'll be here. You know that right? I'm not going to leave you. I'm not them," he turns you around to face him, "I will never hurt you. Your pain is mine, even your gift knows that," he points to my heart, you know that giving him those gothic novels would make him sappy, but that's why you love him.

"Sean, I know you will but someday you won't be here for me, and I realize that my… burdens are mine to carry, not yours, not anyone's. I have to, because what's life without a little hardship, I'll have a heck of a story to tell one of these days, maybe even a adventure," I say with a shrug, fully aware of the truth in my suddenly serious words, crap I am becoming an adult.

"Hopefully that day will never come. Enough of this gloom and doom let's get some ice cream! My treat." he declares, grabbing his jacket and keys. "You get it free anyway, since you sleep with everything that's remotely resembles a female in this town," I joke walking down the hallway, "and the cashier still thinks your name is Lon."

"Who's fault is that?" he pipes in, "Miss 'I-eat-ice-cream-only-in-the-winter-time-that-my-tongue-goes-numb-so-my–words-are-half-assed'?" I smack his arm, "True, but deliciously so," both laughing we lock up and head downstairs.

You are shaken out of your reverie when he comes back, you realize you don't actually know what his name is and it would be so embarrassing if you called him Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome to his face. You turn to him and feel a shift in his mood, its more angsty and subdued, long gone is the excitement and curiosity you felt moments before his abrupt departure. Crud, he is freaked out.

"Hey, do you want some gum?" you offer lamely, trying to settle the ever changing moods you feel radiating off of him. Emotions are zinging around like a pinball machine that you feel nauseas. Struggling with your inside pockets your right hand gets stuck forcing you to emulate a teapot. It is the only thing that fits in your pocket and not in your bag; you have your precious laptop to thank for that. Hearing a stifled chuckle you turn around in your odd contortion and see his shoulders shake from repressing his booming laugh you somehow manage to always evoke from him. With a sigh you ask for his help awkwardly shifting around the seat.

His hands are impressive, with long artistic fingers and a strong steady grip and you immediately compare them to Sean's thicker and tanner carpenter ones. You both maneuver in sync and your hand pops out and you triumphantly wave the gum around with a grin on your face. Honestly, a pack of gum should not make you this excited. Sinking back into the chair you thank him and he offers a small smile in return.

"So do you want one?" you question him, tossing the gum back and forth between your hands waiting for his answer and suddenly it drops onto his lap. You freeze, he freezes, your face heats up and you gulp slowly raising your eyes to his poker face. Seriously this guy is good at hiding things. Your gaze shifts from his amused smirk to his lap a few times in hesitation, you really don't want to reach in his lap to get the gum, you ponder whether or not your favorite mango mint gum is worth the sacrifice. Before you invade his space with horrifying embarrassment, a shaky hand, and closed eyes he gives in picking up the packet off of his long, quite nice legs and pops a piece into his mouth. His sensual lips curl up into another heart stopping smirk and he hands it to you with a low, "thank you," and you die.

Not really, you are very much alive and in shock that such a thing just happened. You the girl who never wants to go out, who shops online, and never gets involved with anyone remotely male except Sean just, perhaps, maybe experienced a kind of flirty encounter. An encounter with a stranger without the awkward creeper vibe, which is a plus in your books. A quick "you're welcome" tumbles out of your mouth, you take the offered packet and toss 3 pieces into your mouth to calm yourself down. A murmur reaches your left ear and you realize that he is saying something to you, with a "hmm?" you face him, both cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, and he chuckles again while you slowly decay in mortification. Honestly, you have no idea how to act around people hence why you prefer to stay home and work where there is no need to show people your manky habits and exceedingly awkward body language, thanks to some old broken bones sitting or standing too long tends to ache causing you to always shift into weird positions to relieve the pain.

He looks at you, "I asked you what flavor this gum is, it is quite delicious by the way," he blows a bubble with ease. Really? This wonderful, silly, gorgeous man is with the Ice Queen? Can the universe hate you more? Oh well, it's not like you had a chance, awkward clumsy you compared to stylish confident her, wow it is a tossup, isn't it? Not. Really, you are at negative 3000 on the self-confidence level. With a nonchalant shrug you say "it's mango mint, my favorite, I googled to see if it's available in London, but sadly nay, it's not," I express dramatically, if I don't have a chance there's always the few hour long friendship, "so I bought 10 packs of them," you declare to his amused and raised eyebrow. Oh man. You just need to tell him what happened, live through the rest of the flight, and never see him again, you've done your good deed of the day. You don't do attraction.

From what you have witnessed, read, and seen, be it fiction or real-life, attraction is in the negatives in your book. You indeed have a book, a little black journal where you write everything down, feelings, thoughts, quotes, ideas, recipes, what have you in the book. Attraction complicates everything, for instance the girl always ends up liking the guy more, he cheats, something gets in the way or sabotages the relationship, she leaves, he shows up the next day declaring he loves her and she takes him back with no thought to whether or not he will cheat again (you've seen this IRL and in fics) or it becomes a violent relationship (this is RL) and you know leaving is not really an option, you've thought it through, it's hard because he/she may be too violent/threatening to even take off or you might even love him/her so so much that you know when he is normal and happy he/she becomes the person you fell in love with, it hurts to not see them when they are angry. Hence why you don't want to fall in love, it's a chance you don't want to take a chance on.

When a happy silence overthrows the conversation for a few minutes, you decide to tell him what happened, it couldn't be that hard right?

"Umm, can I ask what your name is?" you ask hesitantly, not sure if it violates your rules of attraction, because you know that once you give something, in this case someone, a name you are automatically attached to it. This will not end well, how cheesy is that? It's just a name, but as Romeo said, my name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy of thee.

He stiffens slightly; crap he probably just wanted an anonymous plane fling, typical bloke, they're the same no matter the country. "Lucas," he says quietly, your ears barely register the volume it was said at, hmm…Lucas, Bringer of Light. He glances at you through thick lashes, darn males getting the good genes, like bloody birds peacocking all the time. You start to notice that you're giving off, for a lack of a better word, a bitchy vibe and it's aimed right at him. Crap. You offer him an apologetic look and another piece of gum as a peace offering, he grins and takes it. His mood is light and airy not burdened anymore, good. Clearing your throat you say, "Aria, my name is Aria," you give him a little grin and hold up your hand in greeting, he laughs and envelopes your whole hand in his, "pleasure to meet you… Aria," your name rolls of his tongue like chocolate and caramel smoothly and rich in texture. Someone call the cops because I am in trouble. "Likewise Lucas," you hear yourself saying. "Do you still want me to tell you what happened?" you ask.

He quickly glances towards the front of the plane, where you notice the parting curtain slightly fluttering, hmm…questionable. You've noticed so far that he is a bit cop like, always aware of movement, sounds, in complete control of his body and as quite a fox with ears like a hawk. He nods, you start by telling him again of how you felt his distress and wanted to help. He grips the armrest slightly, nodding for you to continue, you both are leaning into one another, whispering quietly so as to avoid eavesdroppers. The small enclosed space smells of mango and mint with a hint of his spicy cool scent, you allow a small smile to grace your lips. He reciprocates.

"Well, I guess the technical term for what I am is 'empath'. Basically, feeling emotions of others around me. Sometimes I know that they are thinking based on their present emotion as well," I shrug and tilt my head, " if I'm lucky I can still be able to feel the emotions of Sean even when one of us is far away," he leans back a bit, I continue as if I didn't notice that minuscule move, " but what I did for you was…odd, I-I've never actually tried to make someone better by memory transference," you quickly create a term for what you did, he gives you a curious look, " don't get me wrong, I don't regret it, it's just that it was a first, like an instinct, like when you search for all possible exits, don't worry I won't tell, you're a cop, right?" you ask, he inhales deeply and nods looking a bit apprehensive. "I thought so, doing something good without hesitation or reward, that's what happened. Honestly, it wore me out though, I've never dug in the vault before," you say with a slight frown on your face.

"Vault?" he questions, his brows furrow in confusion.

"Hehe, yeah the vault, it's-it's where I put all of my best memories from…from before," you barely talk to Sean about it anymore, HE has his own vault, one that's never, never opened. Your heart is hammering a bit, and your breathing has turned to slight panting, 17 years have passed and you still act like your 7 years old. A warm hand covers your shaky one. Taking a deep breath you continue, drawing strength from Lucas, "they're my happiest memories when I was a child, the one I chose to share with you was of-"

"Of your mother," he finishes for you, giving him a befuddled glance, he closes his eyes and starts, " the memory you shared with me was similar to watching a movie, I saw a beautiful woman, she was pregnant, and telling a girl, I assume it's you, I'd recognize those eyes anywhere," he tells you with a smile, that is cheesy yet it makes your heart flutter, "that she was going to be a big sister and I felt your happiness like it was my own," he finished, his steel blue eyes asking the unanswered question.

You turn away and unconsciously fold in on yourself, "Dead," you state matter-of-factly, cold and emotionless. Your previous calm and giddy disposition fade away. You close your eyes, locking away the vault, your heart. Warm leather invades your senses, you stiffen and open your eyes, Lucas as it turned out has gathered you in his strong arms, you can feel his muscles flexing under the buttery soft leather, and slowly you relax, taking comfort from him. He knows he can't change the past or take away all of the pain, but he can offer his comfort, his soothing presence chases away all bad things. You realize what you are feeling, protected. You like it, even though you know nothing good can come of it. Pushing that thought away for now, at least until the plane lands, you find solace in his arms and combined with the heat of your bodies, you both drift asleep. A peace filled and contented rest. 'Just until the plane lands' you mumble sleepily. Lucas arms tighten around you. Scents of caramel and spice mix in the air, making one woman wonder which designer created it and another to make a call to a certain Harry Pearce.