Mitchell watches you walk inside then climbs back into his JEEP. He looks at himself in the mirror, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He is unbearably hard just from kissing you. It's been way too long he thinks. "She kissed me," he says to himself.

Yeah, but you kissed her back...He grips the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. You wanted it...badly and it happened...now what? "This is bad," he says quietly. He drives back to the barracks with his mind going a mile a minute. Act normal. You don't want Gideon asking questions. He parks his car and walks inside to his room where he knows Gideon is waiting.

Mitchell stops at the door and takes a deep breath. He unlocks the door and steps inside.

"What the fuck took you so long, mate?" Gideon asks..just like he thought. It's starting already. Think of something! Think. Of. SOMETHING. "I ran into Joker on my way back in and we talked for awhile. You know how much he can talk."

"Too right, mate." Gideon says and you're off the hook. YES!

Mitchell starts undressing silently, leaving his t-shirt and boxers on.

"You sure you're alright?" Gideon asks and Mitchell feels himself tense up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. Not used to drinking anymore."

"Lightweight," Gideon shakes his head. Mitchell climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling before closing his eyes. He's thankful that Gideon has not said anything about you. As soon as Mitchell thinks he's good to go Gideon speaks. "What did you think of [Your name] tonight?" Mitchell's eyes open suddenly and he turns to Gideon. "She looked nice. She's a sweet girl," Mitchell answers calmly.

Gideon is quiet for a little while then says, "She's beautiful, don't you think?" Mitchell nods. "Yeah, she is." Gideon looks like he wants to say something, but hesitates. Mitchell's eyebrows pull together. "Is there something you wanna say?" Gideon sighs and says, "You think she would turn me down if I asked her out?" Mitchell's heart and stomach drop. "N-no...why would she?" He answers, unsure of what else to say.

"She seems to like you more. I mean, I was kind of an asshole to her." Gideon actually looks unsure. This is probably the first time Mitchell has seen Gideon so insecure. Does this girl have an effect on everyone she comes in contact with? You won't know until you try, Gid." Mitchell isn't quite sure how to feel right now. "You're right...and don't call me Gid, Jack." Mitchell laughs and rolls over, "Goodnight Captain." "Night Mitchell."

Mitchell could hardly sleep that night. Between the kiss and what Gideon had told him, he was stuck. He wanted you badly, but Gideon had wanted you too apparently. That kiss...that's what his mind kept replaying. He felt something in that kiss and he was pretty sure you had too. Your soft lips, your tongue wrestling with his. Damn. If she agrees to go out with Gideon, that will all belong to him...AND more. You guys kissed, that's it. You have no claim on her. Mitchell knows that he wouldn't be able to handle seeing you after that kiss, but he also needed you around.

He sighs and gets out of bed. He needed a run, it was the only way he could relax right now. He throws on some sweats and leaves quietly. What the hell am I going to do? he thinks. She could always turn Gideon down then you won't have to worry about it. STOP! Gideon is your friend! Mitchell starts to run and thinks some more.

He stops his run early because he is afraid he'll run into you and he just can't deal with that right now. You'll have to face her eventually. He goes back inside and heads for the showers. I'll just try to avoid her for now. The less I see her, the better. She probably feels weird after that kiss anyway. THAT KISS.

As Mitchell starts the shower he can't help but to think about that damn kiss again. "What have you done to me?" he says out loud to no one. He remembers that little moan, the way you rubbed up against him and how ridiculously hard he was...is. Fuck!

His hand gravitates towards his cock. I shouldn't be doing this, especially while thinking of her. He wraps his hand around his erection which seems especially sensitive today. He throws his head back and groans. "Oh my God," he says out loud. He thinks about you in the shower with him. On your knees taking him into your mouth fully. "God..." Those soft lips wrapped around his cock...he strokes faster. He wants you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around him as he pounds into you. Those sweet sounds you make, moaning his name, squeezing him as you cum. Mitchell says your name out loud and cums hard, wishing it wasn't wasted on his hand and the tiles. His legs are weak. He leans against the wall and let's the water hit him as he catches his breath. I have to stay away from her. I have to stop wanting her.

He turns the shower off and dries himself. He gets dressed and walks back to his room. Gideon is awake and looks like he wants to talk. Mitchell prepares himself.

"You getting breakfast?" Gideon asks. "No, I'm not that hungry this morning," he answers. And I can't handle seeing her right now. "Well, I'm thinking about asking [your name] today, just don't know when." Gideon runs his hand through his hair. Is he actually nervous? When is Gideon ever nervous? "Oh..." Mitchell says, "well I'm sure she'll say yes." Mitchell is hoping that's the end of the conversation. If he has to talk about this anymore he'll scream.

"I'm headed to the range," Mitchell says as he stands to leave. "Good luck with everything."

"You sure you're alright, Mitchell?" Gideon asks as Mitchell reaches the door. Mitchell freezes and says, "I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well last night. I'll see you later, Gideon..." and he leaves.

Avoidance was the best choice. It had to be...but could he do it? No matter how much it tore him up inside, it had to be done. You can avoid HER, but you live with Gideon...there's no avoiding him. Mitchell gets to the range and starts the target practice. He is not doing well at all. I wonder why. "Dammit!" he says as the practice ends. He turns to put his weapon back and you walk in. He puts his gun away quickly and turns in the opposite direction. He walks towards the exit, but before he leaves he turns to look at you. Bad idea! You're looking right at him! Mitchell tries to turn away, but he can't. He wants to say something. No...he can't. She probably doesn't want to talk to me anyway. He sees a small smile on your face and then you turn away. He forces himself to look away and leave. This is how it has to be. It hurts but I'd end up hurt either way.

Mitchell makes his way back to his room defeated. Who knew a kiss could change your life?