A/N: So this is Chapter 7...enjoy! Oh, and the last word of the chapter is in Galician. If you really don't recognize a word, and it's italicized, it's most likely in Galician. I should probably put the translations on my profile...I'll do it tonight, when I have a chance.

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Chapter 7: "Quality Time" is Stupid!

I got kind of angry with my dad shortly after we got to his office. I wasn't angry that he didn't seem to care that I had a bomb strapped to my chest. I wasn't angry that besides the fact he hired someone to protect me, he didn't show any concern about me. I wasn't even mad that he led my family to believe he was dead for six years. No, I was mad at him because he wanted to talk to my friends alone, while leaving and that psycho he calls his best agent to spend some "quality time together." The idea was simply maddening!

We were sitting in the interrogation room that I woke up in just a couple of days before. She was sitting cross-legged on the table, her right side facing me, while she stared at the door. I sat in the chair, so her head was two feet higher than mine. We didn't talk, and that made the situation more awkward for me. I think she just wanted me to stay uncomfortable.

"So…" I started. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blood." Yeah, that was a good start. I tried to speak again, but we went back to silence. I really loved my dad at the moment.

"How's your sister…Fiona?" I asked, happy to find something to talk about. She slowly looked at me out of the corner of her eye, then went back to staring at the door.

"She's not really my sister. We just lived in the same house as we trained side-by-side to fight bad guys. We say we're sisters because we look a lot alike, and she's only a week younger than me. Other than that we're complete opposites," she sighed. Then she thought for a moment.

"I guess that means she's completely fine," she whispered. She wasn't really showing any emotion at all, and I was becoming determined to get to know her better. It might as well be harder than climbing Mount Everest.

"So what you're saying is, Fiona uses her emotions, cares about people, and she's generally much nicer?" She looked at me out of the corner of her eye again.

"I use them when I have them, which is only about half of the time. I don't like to waste them on people who don't deserve them. I spend them on the people I care about," she threw back at me. It was silent again. I was surprised when she was the one who broke it.

"That day you chased me…that was when I first started to recognize you as a person, and not just a project. I'm still getting used to you though," she told me honestly. I nodded. It would take her a while to get used to me.

"Did you know everybody used to compliment your mom's feet?" That was probably the weirdest question I'd ever been asked. I looked at her strangely.

"I remember it. We were friends with our neighbors back in Texas, and we always used to hang out at each other's houses. I remembered a few times where they've said it before we…" I trailed off. She nodded, because she knew what happened next. She knew my whole story better than anyone else but my parents. She even knew it better than them individually, because she knew both sides.

"I wonder if your friends are taking this better than you did," she said dryly. I got the feeling she was joking with me, so I felt more happy she had that capability than hurt by what her joke was. I didn't think she really knew how to.

"Well, I fainted at least twice. If they hit the floor two times each, then they'll be as bad as me. I'm the weakest, you know," I confessed with a very slightly hoarse voice. I felt my ears start to redden with what I said. She chuckled darkly, her lips firmly pressed together.

"You think you're weak, but you're not. I've only been following you for a couple of months, but I think you're pretty strong. Who's the first one James goes to when he wants to hit the gym?"

"Me," I answered.

"Right. Who's the one the taller boys vote to wrangle Carlos from his bed when they go to his house in the morning?"

"Me," I confessed. Carlos hits hard, even when he's asleep.

"Who's mother is so wrapped up in her work, her son has to make dinner and still feel her love, even though she hardly shows it?"

"Me," I sighed.

"Who's the hockey player that got injected with a rare snake venom, but didn't let on what happened?" I smiled.

"The credit goes to you for that one. I was groaning in pain. You took him down. You also stabbed me in the chest with a big needle," I reminded her. She smiled a real smile, and laughed.

"It was the only way…did it hurt?" she asked with amusement and hope.

"Yes it did!" She kept laughing. I smiled and laughed a little too, because I was the one who made her. She was smiling, and it wasn't fake, like the one she used on missions or cases.

"What time is it? It feels like midnight," I asked, looking around. She checked her watch.

"It's about five. Your father should be almost done. We'll wait for him to call you back, but I have to leave when he does. I have…responsibilities to take care of," she informed me. I nodded.

"I have good news though. My brother Xander, and my sisters Elena and Sam will be here on Friday to help look after your friends. Fiona can't do it, because she shares my responsibilities for most of the day. Xander will guard Carlos, Elena will protect James, and Sam should be on Kendall like a rash. She's like me. She loves messing with her targets," she smirked darkly. I grimaced.

"Must you call us targets?" I whined. Her smirk grew wider.

"All of us are well trained. Sam and I happen to be best at assassinating. We call anyone our targets." Yeah, that won't cause any confusion in the future.

"Son, come on back. Tell Rose to have a goodnight for me," my father's voice called over the intercom. Rose rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure he thinks that's funny, but that's the kind of joke my dad would pull," she muttered. I smiled at the comparison, and hid my realization until after she left.

She was willing to protect me because my father reminded her of her own father. She wasn't heartless after all.


"Dude! I cannot believe you got injected with snake venom! Can we see the scar?" Carlos jumped on me as soon as I walked into the room. I leaned back as he leaned over me, careful that he doesn't attack me. I held my hands up to keep him away enough to fit my personal bubble.

"Which one? The dude stabbed the poison in my arm, Rose jammed the antidote through my chest," I grinned at him. The three other boys' eyes widened in excitement and shock. They shouted which ever one they wanted to see first, and I completely blocked out the sounds.

"We'll go with the less scary-looking one first," I told him, pulling down my shirt. They stared, and I thought that if their eyes got any bigger, they'd start to water.

"That's gonna be there for a while. What about the other one?" Kendall asked, then looked at me. I pulled my sleeve up from my bicep. They saw the red and blotchy looking thing for a second, and I pulled it back down.

"How did we not notice that?" James asked, his eyebrows furrowing. Kendall leaned over to him, and whispered, "I know right?" Funny, I thought I was the one who did that.

"Did Rose go back to her apartment already? I wanted to ask her a few questions," Carlos pouted. I chuckled, and patted his shoulder for comfort.

"Has Rose told about the uh, assistance that will be here soon?" my father asked from behind his desk. I looked at him, and nodded once in affirmation. Then I looked at my best friends, as I spoke to him.

"Her brother Xander will guard Carlos, and her sisters Elena and Sam will guard James and Kendall. She said they'd be here on Friday," I informed him. James, Kendall, and Carlos looked confused.

"Why would we need protectors?…Why would we be in danger?" James asked, answering his first question.

"Logan has many assassins on him, because I have many enemies. It wasn't a life I wished for him, but they like to drag anybody they can into their mess. They like to see destruction," my father sighed heavily. I could tell this whole experience had taken a toll on him. He looked older than what I thought six years would do to him.

"Logan…could you escort your friends to the room you were just in? I wish to speak to you privately," my father suggested. I nodded, and led my friends to the interrogation room. As one of them started to speak, I locked them inside. I've been wanting to do something like that to them for the longest time…

"Your mother, for some reason, isn't being targeted. It's just you. I feel like the both of you would be safer if you stayed with me…or even Rose," my father confessed, jumping right to the point. I nearly blacked out right there.

"You want me to stay with Rose?" I screamed.


"Thank God you're here Rose! I thought you'd never come back," Fiona exclaimed with exaggerated exhaustion. I kept a blank face on until I saw the blonde twins playing on the floor. When Fiona crashed into the chair by my bed, they could finally see me. They gasped with excitement.

"Aunt Wosie! Aunt Wosie!" they shouted, running over to me, and wrapping their short arms around my legs. I couldn't help but smile.

"You guys want some ice cream?" I asked. They looked up at me with pure joy on their faces, and rushed to the kitchen counter, twenty feet away. I followed them slowly, just wanting to see them jump up and down in anticipation.

As I scooped cookies'n'cream ice cream onto their cones, a knock was heard at the door. I rolled my eyes, thinking it was Danny again.

"Fiona, could you get that? I don't really feel like having to face my nightmare again," I called out. The physically spent Fiona got out of her crashed-out position on my chair to answer the door. When she just stood there and stared, I walked over to see what had gotten her that way.

"Oh look. It's my other nightmare," I muttered. There was Logan, in all his sheepish and blushing glory, with a sleeping bag tucked under his arm.

Oh, foda-se.


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