"Wooh..." Amelia exhaled quickly once the story had come to an end. They had explained how they all managed to end up working together and it was quiet the story. "You should write a book." She smirked at them. "So short story... This British guy used you two to help her in order to stop her father from making a nuclear bomb?" She asked and they all shrugged and nodded.
"Yes." Illya said with a nod.
"Wow Gaby I'm sorry about your father." Amelia sighed and poured her some more wine.
"Thank you." Gaby nodded kindly.
"I think that's the most exciting story I've ever heard." Amelia smiled a bit. "So what now? You three are like a team?"
"Pretty much." Gaby answered.
"So for the past year you've been saving the world with these two instead of calling me or sending me a letter?" Amelia huffed and placed both hands on her hip. Illya looked up with both confusion and guilt. "As far as excuses goes that's a pretty damn good one." She smiled and Gaby and Solo let off a bit of a laugh.
"What about you?" Gaby asked.
"I'll tell you all about myself once I serve dinner. Would you two mind setting the table?" She asked looking at Illya and Gaby. "Mr. Solo can help me bring out the food."
"Bring out?" Illya asked as Amelia reached up to the top cabinets to grab four plates.
"It's a beautiful night, we'll eat out on the patio." She smiled and Illya rolled his eyes. She handed him the plates and handed Gaby some utensils. "I've put a lot of work into that back yard so I don't want to hear your complaining." She huffed as she watched them walk out of the sliding door on the other end of the kitchen.
"This isn't going to work..." Solo said taking a step next to Amelia as they both watched Illya and Gaby.
"What won't work?" She played along.
"You think forcing them to be alone will somehow get them to... you know." He shrugged. "I've tried. It never works." He sighed.
Amelia laughed a bit. "All it takes is a slight bump on the hand or a drop of a fork..." She whispered. "When a girl wants something she makes sure she leaves clues..." She looked over at Napoleon who smiling down at her. She blushed a bit by how close he was standing and his charming smirk. They both quickly looked back to the back patio. "There is it..." Amelia said as Gaby reached across Illya to place a fork. They both caught each others glances and were very close. "Can't be more subtle than that." Amelia smirked.
"I don't think he quite gets it." Solo said and Amelia huffed as Illya pulled away from Gaby and looked up across the kitchen. Solo and Amelia shook their heads at him and he looked confused.
"Pitty..." Amelia sighed as she grabbed the pot of pasta and handed it off to Napoleon.
"Shame." He said looking down at her with a smirk. He took the pot from her and headed out the door. She sighed as she watched him walk away. She had always thought Americans were big and rude people, but this one was interesting.
As the four of them ate dinner Amelia told them about herself and their childhood. "It's simple really, while his father was off doing who know what with weapons his mother got board and found my drunk of a dad in a bar one night." She shrugged. "It's not his fault he is Irish." She smirked a bit as she took another drink of her wine. "So nine months later I'm born and my father decides that my mother wasn't fit to be around." She sighed. "You know mother whose husband is KGB isn't exactly great for upbringing." She shrugged. "I was maybe two when he finally decided to move. Russia was just not working out anymore so Paris it was. He made sure I was put in a good school, learned how to get rid of the Russian in me and kept me out of trouble." She said as Gaby and Solo listened intently.
"When did you find out you had a brother?" Gaby asked.
"She was sixteen..." Illya started. "I had always known about her, so when I joined the KGB I managed to get a mission in Paris. It was an easy in and out kind of job, in which I had time left. So I looked her father up."
"See this is the part where it gets sappy." She smirked. "Me thinking I'm an only child I answered the door one day to find this big angry looking teenager standing at my door. At first I was afraid. I mean for an 18 year old he was still scary. " She mocked him a bit. "He pulls out a picture of our mother and tells me he's my brother."
"How did you react?"
"I was ecstatic. I ran to tell all my friends and family that I had a big brother." She smiled proudly. "I even introduced him to my boyfriend at the time."
Illya huffed loudly and put his head in his hands. "You always make me the bad guy in this story."
"What did you do to the boyfriend?" Solo had to ask.
"He punched him in the face!" Amelia laughed. "We had been dating for almost a year so it wasn't a shock for most people to know I wasn't a virgin but to this guy it was like the crime of the century." Amelia laughed. Solo had to smirk at the girl's forward story. "He broke five bones and even ruptured his spleen. It was a hell of a beating." She sighed.
"Oh my god." Gaby gasped a bit. "What happened after that?"
"Well I was furious, the boy broke up with me and told the whole town I was crazy." Amelia sighed. "I didn't care what they thought I was just worried what would happen to him."
"Nothing happen to me." Ilya huffed.
"That's only because the KGB called you back to Russia." Amelia rolled her eyes. "Anyways he would write and whenever he got himself in enough trouble he would hide out in Paris." She smirked.
"How did you end up in Madrid?" Solo asked.
Amelia's smile fell a bit as she looked down at her glass. "I needed a change of scenery." She sighed and smiled kindly at Solo. "I left when I turned 25 and I don't plan on going back." She smiled. "I mean don't get me wrong Paris is a beautiful place to grow up in but I like change." She smiled. "Plus people in Madrid like flowers more than the French."
"Is that what you tell yourself." Illya smirked.
"Shut up... It's kinda true." She sighed. "Illya never understood my fascination with flowers." She smirked. "I opened a shop in town and it dose pretty well." She shrugged.
"Pretty well? Illya asked. "You are in the business of selling grieving widows flowers that are going to die just like their husbands."
"Illya, that is a bit harsh." Gaby added.
"There was a time where the husbands would be buying the flowers." Amelia added. Illya rolled his eyes and exhaled and sat back.
"Hopeless romantic you are." He said taking another drink.
"So what if I am." Amelia smiled proud of what she believed in.
"Every girl likes flowers Illya." Gaby added.
"Thank you." Amelia nodded and smiled at her. She looked to Solo who just shook his head as he looked at Illya. He looked taken back by Gaby's response. Amelia smiled at her brother who just sighed deeply. "Well it's late, I'm sure you all have had a long day." She said looking around and noticing the sun was long gone now. She stood and started to collect dishes.
"Here let me help." Solo was first to stand and help her.
"Thank you." Amelia smiled as she lead him inside.
"Think he got that hint?" He asked as they walked into the kitchen.
Amelia laughed. "I doubt it." She shook her head.
Soon Gaby and Illya brought in what was left of the dishes. "Dinner was delicious, thank you." Gaby smiled at Amelia. "Would you mind if I used your shower?"
"By all means, if you three are staying here just make yourself at home." She nodded at Gaby who smiled shyly.
"Goodnight." She nodded to everyone. Illya was last to smile at Gaby as she walked out of the kitchen, into the living room and down the hall.
Amelia ran the water in the sink quickly and added some soap. Once she was done she heard the shower down the hall turn on. "Sure you don't want to join her?" Solo shot at Illya as he sat at the counter.
Amelia couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. They were both surprised by her laugh. "What?" She turned to see her brother confused. "It was funny..." She shrugged and went back to washing dishes. She placed the wet but clean dishes on the rack to dry. She was then surprised by Napoleon who grabbed a cloth and started drying. She smirked to herself. "But seriously Illya..."
"Amelia." He snapped a bit and Solo turned to look at him.
"Okay." Amelia nodded and went back to washing dishes. Solo looked at Illya who was no doubt angry at his sister who just looked uneasy now.
"Goodnight." Illya sighed knowing he had upset her. He spoke quickly and walked out of the room. He paused and shot Solo a glare than left. They both heard his bedroom door slam.
Solo shook his head at his hotheaded partner. He heard Amelia sigh deeply as she placed the last few dishes on the rack and wiped the counter. "He is careful right?" She asked.
"I'm sorry?" Solo was confused by the question. She grabbed the now dry plates and placed them back on the self.
She looked back at him and they both leaned on opposite ends of the counter. "When you two are out on missions and what not... Is he careful?" She asked crossing her arms. Solo didn't know how to answer that question. "I know the work you do is dangerous and I worry everyday but part of me thinks he reckless."
"He is." Solo answered honestly. Her arms fell to her side a bit shocked by the answer. "But in the past year I haven't come across anyone who can defeat him." he shrugged. "I'm actually convinced he isn't human." That got a smile from Amelia. He smiled back, her smile was soft and sweet and he liked seeing it.
"You know for an American, your alright." She smiled and started to walk out of the kitchen. He followed her and she shut some of the lights off. She past his bedroom door and he stopped to open it. "Goodnight Mr. Solo." She turned and smiled. Again he was going to correct her but he liked how her voice hummed. She was quick to disappear into her bedroom. She shot him another kind smile before closing the door.
