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A/N: This is completely different than it had orriginally been. At first, I hadn't included the train scene but I decided to add it because my favorite part in the movie occurs in that scene. Anyone else love that bit where Fox rests her forehead against Wesley's as they laugh? I thought it was adorable so I had to include it. Anyways, I ended up changing Fox's story too. I mean no disrespect to the film by changing the setting of the scene, it was simply more convienent for me to change it.

Chapter 10

After that, things started to change. Wesley developed an unmistakable devotion to his training after a private discussion between him and Sloan and, to the relief of both he and Fox, they began to see improvement.

His shooting went from mediocre to impressive in a little over a week. He didn't hesitate when he was about to attempt the ridiculous and presumably impossible, nor when a failed attempt would result in pain. The time that wasn't spent training was spent studying. He took it upon himself to study every move Cross ever made, memorize the scene of every attack. On multiple occasions, Fox would find him hunched over articles or in front of a textile machine with bloody hands and she would have to remind him that he had missed dinner hours ago or that it was three in the morning and he needed sleep.

He developed outstanding skills in one on one combat. He outsmarted the Butcher in his own game and managed to break free of the Repairman's bounds and, for a change, beat the crap out of him. Finally, after weeks of failed attempts, Wesley caught the shuttle.

Perhaps the greatest improvement could be seen in the relationship between Fox and Wesley. After their disaster, they began seeing eye to eye. They almost unwittingly developed friendship, only realizing how strong their relationship was one it was too late to back out. Still, neither was very open about their emotions, but they always knew when the other was upset. During such occasions, they made sure to spend as much time together as it took for the other to forget what had caused their unhappiness.

Fox continued to supervise Wesley's training and his need to make her proud was as strong a drive as getting revenge for his father. It became common practice for them to spar together when something was on least one of their minds and Fox could always tell when Wesley had worked himself too hard. And every night, when training was done for the day and the Recovery Room had patched them up, Fox and Wesley hopped off the roof and onto the train, racing each other to the striped flag trapped on the train rooftop.

That was exactly what they were doing now.

Both Fox and Wesley landed gracefully on their feet, after jumping off the Fraternity rooftop. Standing side by side, they looked to each other and nodded. Game time.

Without hesitation, both assassins sped toward the front of the train, hopping from cart to cart. When they got to the highway, Wesley did not turn the opposite way. As Fox flattened herself against the cool metal, Wesley sent him crashing into the highway, ignoring the busy traffic as he ran across the road and leaped off the other end.

Fox hadn't expected that.

Wesley didn't even look before he jumped, so when his foot landed just a few inches away from Fox's thighs, he surprised both of them. Fox lifted her head up to glare at Wesley. He spent no more time than necessary flashing her a wicked smile before turning around and making his way to the flag.

He hadn't anticipated Fox tripping him.

Wesley crashed onto the cool metal as Fox got to her feet and stepped over him. He turned just in time to see her leather-clad and grabbed her calf, sending her to the ground just a few feet away from the flag. As she tried to crawl her way to freedom, Wesley grabbed her leg again and pulled her back. Together, the pair crawled their way to the flag, pushing, shoving, grabbing and pulling each other away from it as they laughed happily. When the flag caught both sets of eyes at the same time, they both lunged for it, bodies tangled together awkwardly.

With both hands on the flag, it was impossible to tell who had won. Refusing to be the first to let go, Fox tuned her face in and rested her forehead against Wesley's as they laughed hysterically together.

The train took many twists and turns before the pair gained control of the laughter and decided to call it a tie, untangling their bodies from each other and allowing themselves to enjoy a relaxing rest of the ride.

Both in identical positions, the pair lie on the back with their head resting on their arms, staring at the sky above them.

"Can I ask you something?" Wesley asked, uncertainly.

Fox turned her head to look at him as he stared at the sky above him. That question always made her nervous. It foreshadowed an emotional mess that would either make her want to cry or kill. Even so, she answered with a yes.

"How do you know you're doing the right thing?"

Fox changed position completely so that she was on her side, looking at Wesley. "What?" she asked clearly confused.

"When you kill someone, I mean, how do you know you're doing the right thing?" he stuttered. "I mean, most of the time, you don't know your target. He's just a name. You don't know that he's bad or that he's evil. You don't know anything about him. You're just supposed to trust fate and believe that this person needs to die."

Fox stayed silent and watched Wesley carefully.

"I don't know if I could do that." He admitted.

"Fox closed her eyes as if the final confession hurt to hear. She took a breath with her eyes closed as she debated whether or not she should give a real answer or brush it off.

Sitting up, Fox opened her eyes, watching Wesley. After a short moment, she began to speak. "About twenty years ago" she began "There was this girl. Her dad was a federal judge so she probably had it in her mind that she was going to follow in his footsteps. So she's home one Christmas and her dad's on this big racketeering case. The defendant wants to get a softer judge, one they can buy off. So, they hire this guy, Max Petrix; get him to pay her father a visit."

Fox can hear her voice begin to shake so she takes a minute to catch her breath. She looks at Wesley, who is still lying on his back, as he watches her carefully, listening to her story. She had never told this story to anyone not had she ever planned on telling it. Not counting Sloan, no one even knew her real name, never mind her past. Normally, doing something that caused raw emotions like this were uncomfortable and, therefore avoided at all costs by Fox. Now, as she looked at Wesley, she felt oddly comfortable. Something in those eyes of his, those gorgeous blue eyes that finally shined, let her trust him. Completely trust him. At this moment, she wanted to tell him everything.

"And the way he pays people a visit" she continued, ignoring her scratchy voice, "Is to break in and tie up their loved ones and force them to watch, while he burns his targets alive."

Another unsteady breath and Wesley sat up, facing her. The wind had his hair sticking out awkwardly but he didn't care. From the way he was looking at her, Fox doubted he even noticed the wind. Fox could feel her eyes fill up and it took everything she had to keep the tears from falling.

"And then he takes a wire hangar and twists it around and brands his initials in each one of them so they will never, ever forget."

Fox looks past Wesley and scowls at nothing as she swallows.

"After I was recruited into the Fraternity, I found out that Max Petrix's name had come up weeks before the federal judge was killed and that a Fraternity member and failed to pull the trigger."

This time, Wesley swallowed as he took in the words she was saying.

"We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go." Fox explained her voice shakier than ever.

"You kill one and, maybe, you'll save a thousand. That's the code of the Fraternity. That's what we believe in and that's why we do it."

Fox and Wesley stared at each other for a few moments, each with the same somber expression on their faces. Wesley hadn't even noticed that the train had slowed to a stop until Fox turned around and slid off, jogging away from where the people would be, before he even got off.

What he did notice, when she slid off, was the spot on her neck where Max Petrix had branded his initials.

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