A/N: I'm back, and sorry for the long wait, you can always stay updated on my whereabouts on my profile.

Chapter 10

Michael walked around the woods a bit frantic, he could not find his sister. He already got scolded by his parents for being too harsh on her. He just could not help teasing her occasionally, but maybe he just took it a step too far, after all this was not any girl. This was his sister, and she was not like any other little girl.

"Peggy I'm sorry! Come on out now" He yelled and sighed as he looked around, their garden was right up the woods, and as much has he loved it, he also hated it when she would run away like this.

"I'm so dead" he mumbled to himself, it was evening and he only had a few hours left of daylight.

He suddenly heard a sound on his right and turned to see a pair of red shoes sticking out of a bush, he sighed in relief and walked towards them.

"Peggy, come on I didn't mean what I said I'm sorry"

The shoes were pulled back into the bush and he sighed again trying very hard not to get his temper up. He pulled the branches aside and looked down at his little sister, her curly hair was messy, and her red bow was hanging down sadly midway down her lock of curly hair.

Her chin was resting on her knees, and her eyes were puffy, Michael face softened and he let out a small smile in hopes that it would cheer her up.

"I don't want to wear dresses and be pretty, I want to be like you!" She exclaimed, and pulling herself away from him, has he tried to get her up from the ground.

"Peggy…." he sighed and ended up sitting next to her, disregarding being in his Sunday best outfit.

"It's just not the way it works, look I know that mom and dad can be harsh sometimes. But you also know that they mean everything with love…. And I'm sorry that I teased you, I didn't mean it like that. And you will understand everything when you get older." He said fumbling with a leaf, trying to make amends to his sister.

She slowly relaxed and let out a sigh "I'm 8 and a half, I'm a big girl now" she said as she got up on her feet and crossed her arms. "And I accept your apology, because mommy says that is what grownups do"

Michael let out a small laugh and shook his head, has he got up on his feet.

"Good, now will you come back home?" he asked and offered his hand to her, she whipped her tears away with her hands and accepted his hand with a smile.

Jack tried to get his eyes to focus properly and sat up, has Michael backed away slowly, keeping one hand on his gun.

"I'm her husb.. I mean I'm Agent Thompson S.R.R, Peggy is my colleague" He did not want to compromise his relationship with Peggy, in case that Michael was not on his side. He knew that this was Peggy's brother, and he was also certain that he had died for his country. This could very well be a look alike, or it was really him and he might be working for the enemy. In any case, he would not dare take any chances, he had to disregard his feelings for a moment of logic.

Michael placed his gun back where it belonged, and took out his hand for a quick handshake. "Bloody hell, well if it just isn't my luck, Michael Carter".

Jack shook his hand and looked at him questionably "Nice to meet you, aren't you supposed to be like… not alive?" Jack stated raising an eyebrow at the fellow agent.

Michael was surprised and smiled awkwardly "I suppose you couldn't keep a secret for me mate?" he asked without hesitation. "Or I might have to kill you, and would like not to do that, if you don't mind. It's quite a long story" he said, with a sense of steady voice, but with a hint of regret.

"You see I might be breathing now, but if Peggy finds out that I'm alive, I might has well just lay down and die, or suicide. Do you understand? She might be my little sister, but I am deadly afraid of that woman"

Jack let out a chuckle and nodded, he was not going to dig more into the subject, he knew from the office how some agents would be declared dead before they went on mission, so that they would not be compromised. But this also meant that the man was dangerous, he had read his file, he knew what Michael was capable of. Jack had to stay focused and keep his distance for now, now his only concern was after all Peggy.

"Has a fellow agent I understand, but how exactly are you going to save her and stay hidden at the same time?" Jack stated quietly, trying not to draw to much attention at their location.

He could tell from Michaels facial expression and silence that he had not thought that completely through, this man personality was completely opposite Peggy, a joker you might call him, and far more relaxed.

"Well, I guess that is why it was a good thing i bumped into you" He said and gave Jack a friendly punch, but accidently hit his wound, before Jack could even give him an answer. Jack let out a moan and fell a bit backwards a bit awkwardly. "Oh, sorry mate, didn't see you were wounded there, well chop chop, we haven't gotten all day" he said and got up on his feet, and started to move further down the hallway.

Jack sighed, and tried to focus on why they were here, without losing his temper.

~S~

17-year-old Peggy sat in a classroom with the rest of the girls in her class, she was soon ending her high school years, but she admitted that she was probably the only one who thought about moving towards in her life and educating herself, compared to her classmates who were more interested in finding the right man, and get married so that they could have lots of children. But for Peggy it never really spoke to her, to just be at home, and doing household common things. Her teacher from a beauty school entered the classroom, and gave a speech on how to behave whenever a man was near them, how they should never leave their curlers in their hair whenever they had to say goodbye to their man. How was this important in any way? Was she just weird for not finding this quite interesting? Peggy could not help but keep telling herself these questions. They were teacher on how to look like a lady, walk like a lady, and speak like one.

Peggy slowly started to cut the ropes which was tied around her hands, the knife that was hidden in her heel, was quite brilliantly made, Howard was always full ideas. This was probably due to his many company with the dames. Peggy got herself loose, and undid the ropes on around her feet, before raising on her feet's slowly looking around the room. The punch she received made her bit disoriented, but she could try and focus, she saw only one exit, she absolutely hated it when there was only one exit. She took of her belt, which consisted of a butterfly split in half and separated each end from each other, the material was a bit thicker than usual. She pressed the antlers down and it turned blue. She placed one on the door and the other by her ear, she could hear a guard just outside her door. She could do nothing but wait, patience was the only solution she had so far, if she tried to blast her way out it would only draw attention to her. She looked down at her ring, completely disregarding that it had been blinking more frequently within the last few minutes.

"Jack" she whispered and was a bit relieved that he was not far from her, but also a bit concerned by the fact that he was wounded, and probably was not completely at his fullest potential. She suddenly heard whispers and a familiar voice, she could not tell who it was, but it had to be Jack. But he was with someone, did he send back up, was that necessary, did they not have it sort of under control. Suddenly a loud thump was heard, and she slowly back away from the door. She heard a "Cheerio mate", her eyes widened and the door opened and she saw Jack. She was frozen, was it, no it could not be.

Jack rushed over and hugged her, she relaxed in his arms, and hugged him tightly.

He pulled her away and looked at her "You look lovely" he said, and Peggy could not help but smile at his comment, her lips were bruised, her shirt was slightly opened and was filled with spots of blood, and her cheek was swollen.

"I've been through worse interrogations, let's get out of here."

A/N: short chapter, I have a lot of ideas, which needs a bit more work than what I had time to write at this moment. My apologies.