A/N: The last chapter was kind of a flop and threw me off a bit, sorry about that but anyways, here's whatever crap I came up with in the last few hours. And if not, go check out my oneshot. It's kinda cutesy but nothing like this. It's different.

Chapter 4

Marcus stood up to stare Dom dead in the eyes. If this is what he wanted from this life, he could have it. Marcus wasn't really the family type due to the negligence of his overworked parents. 'Parents...',his family portrait that was hanging above the fireplace came to mind, 'No...I can't lose another one...not anymore.'

"I can't live like that, Dom. I just can't."

The Latino shot a quizzical expression, "Live how? Loved?"

Marcus stared at the ground for what seemed like hours and in a low guttural voice he muttered , "...in fear." This came as a hard blow to Dom; Marcus was never afraid of anything. No one would even dare to joke about the sergeant being afraid, let alone in love. Through all the peril they must venture through every other day, he was afraid to lose someone but not to lose his own life? Where was the logic in that? Was he that in love with her or was he afraid of some other thing that no one, not even Dom, is aware of?

"What do you mean fear?" He asked but received no response.

The room was dead silent, Dom had no idea what to say or how to even react after that. Marcus didn't say another word, the awkward silence was eating him alive. Without second glancing at his friend, he stood up and left the room in silence. His footsteps echoed as he departed from his quarters and wandered off. Dom knew he wasn't going to come back anytime soon, he just hoped that no one would need him soon either.


Rowena tried to keep her distance from Clayton desperately, but when it came to Clayton, she was a love-struck teenager all over again. It had been almost seven years since they had gotten together yet she still acted as if he was the only one who cared for her, it was ridiculous. She found herself weeping with great remorse in her quarters alone again. There was a vast emptiness she felt not only within the room but within herself.

"He just let me make an ass of myself without a care in the world...I thought he cared about me...,"She would repeat over and over amongst broken sobs and what few pictures she has with him. "I thought wrong. I only love myself, and he just went along with it. God, what did I do to him? I ruined an amazing man for my selfish needs. I'm so stupid." She began hyperventilating, her nerves tensed up and she felt without air. A panic attack. "Oh FUCK! What am I gonna do? I'm gonna die alone, he's gonna move on and find someone better than me. He already left me. Fuck. I still love him, he makes me feel human. What am I gonna do? He probably went with that bitch from Omega squad. Fucking Neia. She always thought she was better than me because she was always ahead, until I got Clayton. When I was ahead. Now he's gonna think less of me and leave with her. She can give him kids and I can't. Fuck!" She sobbed. "Now I'm gonna end up alone, might as well shoot myself now to end it all. That'll be easier, he doesn't care. You heard what he said. You're nothing but a cold hearted bitch who's always trying to control everybody. No more. Just end it." He reached for her combat knife and pulled off all the obscure bracelets Clayton has given her over the years.

The cold serrated blade slowly caressed the skin of her forearm. She turned it up right and lightly stabbed the point of the blade onto the very first vein that popped up when she flexed her wrist. 'Wait,'she thought, 'What good would this prove? Rowena died because her finacée argued with her and told her the truth. What kind of stupid shit is that? Stop acting like a fucking teenager and grow some damn balls. What the fuck is wrong with you? Wait for as long as you can. MORE than an hour please. And stop with the emotional bullshit, it's really annoying. ' Rowena struggled with her inner self to put the lade down, she felt stupid for even panicking. This happened last time, it was downright stupidity for reacting like some suicidal kid.

"I need help sometimes," She wiped away what tears she had left as the blade would sway from left to right in her hand. It fell from her hand and clattered onto the floor and landed next to her lancer. A knock on the door, small clank of the metal latch being used to pry open the door.

"What do you want?" She answered without looking up. The footsteps just came closer to her, without an answer. "Well?" She straightened up, his crotch was basically in her face.

"I want you in that position, now," He said. "Now."

"I don't have time for you, I have to go look for someone." She tried to push past him but he reached the door before she did.

"You're not going anywhere anytime soon." He smirked.