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Mature Content Warning!

"And when you've taken down your guard,

If I could change your mind

I'd really love to break your heart."

-Tears for Fears

Hours had passed and still no sound from Ocelot in the other room. What time was it now? Two, Three, or Four A.M.? Lydia straightened her back and hoisted herself up off the couch, squinting at the clock on the other side of the room. "2:30?" She inhaled a bunch of air, holding it in her cheeks before letting it out slowly in disappointment. I don't really want to move. Pain was still throbbing in her leg, but not as bad as before. Tuning in to her surroundings, she couldn't help but suddenly hear Ocelot quietly speaking in French in the other room. He knows French, too? Jeez, how many languages does this kid know?

She listened to his voice as it stayed level and calming - void of any emotion. What could he possibly be talking about? The Major, back home, would urge her to take some kind of foreign language. Jack would always want to teach her Russian, but second languages were never her forte. Ocelot ceased from speaking, probably hanging up the phone. She heard the metal door handle turn and the door open slowly.

"Lydia?"

"Yeah?"

"Still awake, huh?"

"You are too, bub."

"I had some work to do. Anyway, I have to talk to you about something." Ocelot strode into view and sat on the couch next to her legs, making sure not to bump into any of them. "You know earlier when I pulled out my gun in the forest?"

"Yeah, I was wondering about that."

"There are some dangerous people here, one of them was probably ordered to track out our movements. You see, this might sound strange to you, but there are more genetically enhanced humans living in the world other than Volgen."

"Yeah, I think I got that." She winced, feeling a twinge of phantom electrical pain cycle through her body in remembrance.

"One of them uses hornets to his advantage. That, my dear, is what I shot at earlier."

"Hornets?"

"Don't ask." He sighed. "The point is, you are not safe. I don't want you doing anything stupid or reckless. It's very important that you stay alive." The emphasis on those last two words made her shutter. "I literally cannot afford to lose you. Not now."

"Was that phone call about me?" She automatically assumed.

"I cannot disclose that to you." It's strange how much his demeanor had changed in such a short amount of time. Ocelot was a smaller part to a very large picture. He was probably working on another table. French is the common language other than English used in the United Nations. Could he possibly be an ally to America? "You might have to go through some things in a few days that will hurt you. It might put you in a situation where you don't trust me. You have to promise me right now…"

"Promise what?" Her eyes were searching his.

"Promise that no matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, you will trust me? Your answer right now will depend on what you hear next, so please answer wisely." His eyelids narrowed.

"Of course I trust you, Adam. You are my only ally here."

"Well. Tell me then, one woman takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?" Listening carefully her eyes widened with every word coming out of his mouth. Lydia leaned forward and snatched onto his arm, gripping it tight. Tears welled up in her eyes, an mix of anger and sadness overwhelmed her brain as the quote circled in her brain.

"Yeah, I've seen one. I watched Dr. No in the cinema when it came out! I couldn't help but thinking: 'finally, a really cool spy movie'! It looks like we now have something in common, Major!"

"Indeed we do, now we have something to talk about other than me complaining to you that you don't drink enough tea!"

"Amen. I'm tired of you pestering me." Lydia was sitting in his the Major's office. He had called her there for some reason, but he hadn't really said anything of importance yet.

"You have got to see From Russia With Love."

"I think I missed that one, to be honest." She responded. "I've just been so busy…training with Jack and all. He doesn't really leave me with spare time."

"Well, you'll just have to watch it when convenient. 007 is the biggest thing to come out of England since the Mayflower! I wouldn't be surprised if they made twenty more of those movies!"

"Yes, and they all need to have Sean Connery!"

"What a magnificent actor, that one! And not to shabby on the looks too!" Lydia nodded her head in agreement. "Tell me, agent, do you recall any quotes from the film? Any that stood out to you?"

"'Bond. James Bond'."

The Major laughed in return. "Ah yes, yes. The classic introduction at the casino! Any other one?"

"There's really only one other than stands out. It says a lot about fear and how the mind works. 'One takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people'?" She didn't know why, but that small bit in the movie spoke to her for some reason. "Fear drives people into madness and eventually controls them. Having experienced some kind of fear will follow someone to the ends of the earth if that person lets it hold the strings."

"What is that fear for you, Agent?"

"Falling in love."

"Being responsible for another human being…interesting."

"Being invested in someone leads an opportunity for them to get hurt. If that happens, not only will they be destroyed but you will be too. If not the same, then worse. I could go through any type of torture, but put someone I love in front of me and threaten their lives? I feel like I would crack if they were caused any amount of pain. That's exactly why it would be easy for me not to talk." Lydia chuckled. "I don't really let anyone get close to me. I have no family to worry about. No one to tie me too. No emergency contact. No soldier to send out and let someone know I died on the field. Nothing. I'll just be forgotten."

"You would put another life before your own?"

"Without a doubt."

"That would just leave them in the hands of the enemy. You would be a significant loss if that were to happen. You're a smart girl, Lydia. I recruited you for a reason."

"I know, sir. I would be smart enough in that situation to think of a way to get them out of the enemy's hands." She paused. "But it's simple. I just can't afford to fall in love."

"You're a woman, Lydia. You need to fall in love at some point. You don't dream of getting married and having a little tyke of your own?"

"What does being a woman with lost dreams have to do with anything? Just as long as I do my job, I will be alright. My title does not include "lover" or "wife". I just wasn't born to do that."

"Alright, alright. Bond won't be after you anytime soon. Although if he could make you swoon, someone could one of these days."

"Please, sir, he's a fictional character."

"I'm not so sure. British Intelligence sure does love to hide a lot of things."

". . .Major please. You're delusional."

"Have you been working for him this entire time?!" She furiously spoke through her teeth. She gripped onto his arm tighter, his eye twitched, showing he was going through some type of pain.

"I'm glad you chose to trust me." Ocelot just wanted to roll his eyes.

Lydia inhaled slowly and exhaled, closing her eyes, soaking in the shock as she loosened her grip on his forearm. One of his ungloved hands gently rested on top of her's, stroking it with his thumb. A very calming technique to feel another touch of a human being. "I don't know what to say." She calmly admitted with a shaky exhale.

"Then don't say anything." He let go of her hand, followed by standing up from the couch's cushion. The sound of his boots and spurs echoed in her ears as he walked further away. "Your major had called me a few days before your crash…telling me that a rookie was going to swoop in and assassinate Granin. I guess he took your distress call to heart." Lydia's ming was running a million miles an hour. Why didn't he tell her sooner?! He's a spy?! Every question in the world seemingly zoomed by in her craniu. "Anyway…this is going to be our last night together." He added. Lydia opened her eyes, her gaze looking at Ocelot who was stripping off his jacket. "After today you are going to act as my enemy and an accomplice to your American ally. You are going to assist in the capture of Sokolov. You're going to have to fake out that pain in your leg. It was unfortunate that you got shot."

"Are you just all orders?" She spat. Still recovering from the hidden message.

"I'm pretty good, huh?"

"Pretty good, tch." She sharply inhaled, feeling herself becoming more upset. "You gave me a home. You took care of me. You made sure I was safe, and now you're just sending me away. Just like that? Really?"

"You're an objective." Ocelot hung up his jacket and started to unbutton the shirt that was on underneath.

"That conversation I had with the Major. How dare you. You knew. You knew and you wanted me to get attached to you. From the very beginning, huh?"

Ocelot shrugged. "It just happened to work out that way."

"You knew I was afraid of getting attached. Of…of…" She couldn't bring herself to say it. Was she really in love with Ocelot? She didn't know what love felt like, but if it felt like this… "I wish I could hate you right now." Lydia watched Ocelot sit on the edge of his bed and slide off his boots. "I wish I couldn't care. I don't want this."

"Love is dangerous, Lydia."

"I'm not-"

"Yes." He sternly stood up and faced her. "Yes you are." Her heart ached at the realization.

"Is this what you wanted?" She flailed her arms out. "Was I your little experiment?"

"It's true. I had plans to torture you." He unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves. "I've had plans to break you in two, all because I knew your weakness from the start. I read you like a book the moment I saw you. I wanted to see if it was possible for you to love, even if I was your enemy." He took of his shirt, hanging it up next to his jacket. "And now look at you." He snickered. "I've broken your heart and spirit, and am leaving you hopeless as my enemy. I need you to hate me, Lydia. It needs to be easier for you to leave." Lydia stood up from the couch, limping over to him, her right hand clenched into a tight fist. "Forget about everything else." He wasn't even looking at her.

"Look at me, Adam." She spoke up, standing in front of him. He slid off his second boot then looked up at her. His cold, blue eyes were glossed over, almost sad. "I can't hate you." She sighed in defeat. "But you can't say that you didn't love me either." He was silent. A few moments passed before he spoke.

"I have to admit it. We were both playing each other, and we both lost." Ocelot stood up from the bed, standing closer to Lydia. His right arm raised from his side, his hand floating to her left cheek. He stepped closer to her, snaking his left arm around her waist. His face was getting closer; being careful not to break eye contact. "When you leave, there's no need to worry about you being forgotten. I could never forget eyes like yours." Tears welling up in her green orbs again, Lydia felt one stream down her cheek. "I've seen all their emotions. Animosity. Disgust. Hurt. Betrayal. Fear. Shame. Confusion. Courage. Wonderment. Happiness." As he slowly listed the emotions, one by one, he leaned in toward her face.

Lydia couldn't help but let a few more tears go. "Love." He kept his eyes on hers until he pressed his lips to her soft ones. Lydia found herself closing her eyes as well, accepting the surreal moment. The taste and feel of his slightly-chapped lips against hers was something she'd never experienced. He led himself deeper into the kiss, moving his lips more passionately. She couldn't help but kiss him back with equal measure. He held her closer to his body, rubbing the small of her back with his left hand. With her brain's attention moving toward her lower body, she suddenly remembered that she never put any pants on from earlier. Realizing this, her left leg started getting achy; making her shift her weight to her right. Ocelot recognized her movement and broke the exchange. Both breathing heavily, he slid his hand down her backside to cradle her legs, gently lifting her off the ground; making sure to move his right arm around her back for support. He turned around and placed her on his bed. He stared at her, making her blush with embarrassment. "There's another." He smiled softly. "That's my favorite."

"Jesus." Lydia snatched the free pillow and threw it over her face.

"No need for formalities." Was there no end to his come-backs?! She slid the pillow down to reveal her eyes, he was staring at her with his icy ones.

"What now?"

"What do you mean 'what now'?" He laughed. "You're going to sleep with me. That's what's going to happen."

"Wait…WHAT?!" Lydia threw the pillow at him and it bounced off his head and dropped back to the bed.

"Change in feelings so soon?" He grinned. "I didn't mean it like that." He emphasized, which made her blush more. "If I'm going to have one last night with you…" he paused. "I'm going to be in that bed." He pointed at the spot next to her. "With you." Lydia blushed and rolled her eyes. "You've slept on the couch all this time…minus one or two nights. Don't tell me that you don't want to."

"Way to turn my words around on me." Lydia light-heartedly laughed. "I would like that."

"I mean it's not like you had a choice, it's my bed anyway." He shrugged, taking off his jacket - a sight she got used to the past few months.

"Oh come on, Adam." Lydia rolled her eyes and stared at Ocelot as he walked to the other side of the bed, taking off his shirt and the other parts of his uniform.

"You should get comfortable." He grinned.

"Nah, I'm plenty comfortable. This jacket is pretty warm." She smiled, bringing the sheets closer to her neck.

"Alright, suit yourself." He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots, gently placing them on the floor.

Ocelot's POV

Once Lydia was sound asleep, he still lied awake. What had come over him? Even now, he had held onto her in her slumber and didn't want to let go. They both gave into their emotions for each other so…willingly. He removed his left arm from around her waist and moved himself from her, propping himself up on his right elbow, he studied her sleeping features, making sure to sponge in the way she looked. She slept with her mouth partly open making a small snore every now and then. Her blond hair was tangled and laid to her side…he would never admit it but he loved her.

He loved her. The way they acted together…it was a grain away from having the perfect partner. He loved her. The word rushed through his brain, staining every inch of it until he was overwhelmed with the word - the feeling. "I just turned twenty, you know?" He spoke softly. "You're something else." He smiled. "I thought I didn't have time for women like you, but here you are. You…of all the people in this world." With his connection to the CIA, he would always have some way of knowing she was alright if she were to make it back to America alive. He knew that she would fall in love again. Start a family…nah she wasn't that type. But eventually, she would find someone else. Straightening out his arm he sat up and turned to the edge of the bed, looking away from the woman next to him. Separating himself would be the most difficult task he had done in a while…probably the same for her.

Hours had passed with him sitting in the same position. While glancing at the clock it struck 5 A.M.. It was back to being Ocelot. He stood up and approached his clothes. Slowly putting them on, he couldn't help but glance back at the girl he left alone in the bed. "Wake up." He said softly at first. She didn't stir or do anything…was she difficult or what? "Wake up." He demanded a little louder. This time she lolled her head to the left…still nothing. "Oh my god, woman." He found himself rolling his eyes and putting on the rest of his uniform. He walked to the bed, the sound of his spurs must have done it. Her beautiful emerald eyes fluttered open and looked around, searching for him.

"Adam?"

"I'm over here." He sighed with defeat. He slowly marched to her side of the bed and placed his right arm over her coming into her view. "Wake up." He leaned down to give her one last kiss. He closed his eyes and moved them slowly against her's, savoring the sweet taste. She kissed him back with ease, her soft hand soon rested on his left cheek - making him wince with a pain in his heart. He wouldn't forget that kiss for as long as he lived. Love, sorrow, pain, all those emotions wrapped into one welled up inside the both of them - they both knew this was the end.

Lydia's POV

As Adam parted from her, she felt a void form in her stomach. That was it. That was the end of it… She saw the sorrow in his blue eyes. "Come on, we don't want to be late to the party." He removed himself from his hovering position and stood up straight, walking to the door leading into his office. "I'll be in here when you're ready." He opened the door and closed it once he stepped into the next room. Lydia propped herself up and carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed, still feeling pain in her left leg. Placing the weight on her right, she hoisted up her body. She limped around the room finding random uniform parts and putting them on once she came across them.

Limping to the door, she opened it up. Her eyes focused on Adam who was on the phone, talking in Russian to the person on the other line. At the sound of her presence he turned around to acknowledge her, finishing up his conversation. He placed to phone back on the hook and turned to face her again.

"This is goodbye, isn't it?" She shrugged, holding her mask in her hands. All he could do was nod. Lydia sighed and brought the mask to her face, sliding it on. "Goodbye, Adam." She extended her right arm, holding out her hand for him to shake. He extended his and softly grabbed it. He brought her gloved hand to his lips, giving it one last kiss before departure.

"Let's get going." He stated. He let go of her hand and proceeded to walk to the door. She limped after him, trying her best to hide her injury. "Once we're there, you will know when to make your move. You're going to stick with the American they're sending over, that's the order I received. My advice? Don't show yourself until you are alone with him - otherwise you're good as dead."

"Got it." She nodded. Once outside, they met with a large group of Ocelot soldiers eagerly waiting instructions.

"Ocelots!" He expanded his arms. "Our dear friend Sokolov is on his way to be smuggled out of this dear country. It's our job to put a stop to that. We will go to the abandoned factory at Rassvet. Once there we will find him and bring him back." They all resonated with a salute of their right hands. "Move out!" Not a moment later the posse turned and began their journey to Rassvet. Lydia began her walk behind the group, staying in front of Ocelot.

With no one watching except the one man behind her, she decided to walk with the majority of her weight on her right leg to save herself when she had to try and walk slightly normal. After few minutes of travel, Ocelot caught up to her, walking to her right side. "What I would give to carry you right now."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She responded, keeping her eyes forward. If she looked at him she would certainly crack.

"Remember what I said. No matter what, I need you to trust me."

"I remember." Lydia kept her eyes forward to the group.

"You know…I know some of your pain isn't from your leg." He snickered, probably remembering when he caught her in the act of masturbating.

"Major, stop it." She said, wanting to slap him across the face. She could only narrow her eyes in annoyance. He was purposefully making this harder for her to go through. Her emotions started to swell inside her heart. "You're making this hard for me."

"I have to walk beside you, I can't stand having your back turned to me."

"Be my guest." She released a sigh of defeat.