Blade and Roach cuteness is coming this way! Not cuteness…but….hugs?

*signs up for school soccer team* oh yay something to do in my life. other than write FF until I'm dead :D

A/N: 'tea' is gossip. Eg. Spill the beans! ; Spill the tea!

"Are you sure of this?" the shadowed leader asked.

"Yes. Four of them. One of them the very same we saw three days ago. He's the one the Walkers don't attack." The other replied. His staff was gripped tightly in his hand.

"Get him then. When he's alone." The leader commanded.

"Of course." The other replied ominously.

Roach saw Blade sitting on one the seats by the bonfire area. She was just watching the fire, looking like her head was on another planet.

Maybe he should fix things between them.

He exited from his new tent that he shared with Ghost, Tod and MacTavish- they had been moved to their own tent since they had decided to stay here. He wandered over, and sat next to Blade with a person-sized gap between them.

Blade glanced at him, the looked back to the fire. Here goes nothing.

"So..uh…how are you liking it here?" he stared at the fire. That was not the right thing to say.

"It's great actually. Listening to the other girl's gossip, now that's another type of tea. And the tucker is fine, and there's a lot of protection here." She looked at him right in the eyes and blinked. What did that mean? Was he supposed to say something back? Something comforting?

"Yeah. It is safe here." He saw the frown on her face as she stared at the fire. Time to wing it.

"But, it was always safe for me I guess. Maybe not in the very beginning, but now…I guess the world is different with me in it."

"I guess." Oh. What now?

"Do you…I mean…" she looked up at his stuttering.

"Is there something you don't like about me?" he blurted. "I mean, you always seemed so…hostile, from the beginning. If there's anything I can change, I'll try to fix it."

She looked surprised. Did he say the wrong thing?

"There is something actually. But you can't really fix it, can you?" he knew what she was talking about. Being a half-Walker.

"It's just that…after what happened back in those labs…I've been …wary. I mean, anything could happen, right?" that was reasonable.

Wait.

So Blade was scared of him. Scared of what he might do, scared of what he could do.

Now he understood why she didn't like him.

"Right. Anything could happen. I'm pretty unpredictable." He grinned at her, and she smiled.

She smiled.

"What was your life like before you joined up?" she pondered.

"Oh. Pretty horrible actually. My parents hated me. They always said I wasn't good enough. I wanted to make them proud, but…I guess I never got to show them what I had achieved. Guess I never will, now." That was painful to say.

"My life was similar. But I hated my parents and they knew it. I wanted to get away from them as soon as possible. The day I turned 17, I joined the Army. It was a tough time, but it was worth it."

"17?" he asked. "Isn't the minimum joining age 18?"

"In Australia, 16 to apply, 17 to enlist and 18 to be deployed to another country." Oh. That explained it.

"And I've heard Australia hasn't got enough…discipline? America is said to be tougher."

"Maybe." She tutted. "But were used to hotter climates. And we can survive off the land. Don't think America has bush tucker right in their back yard, mate." She smirked at him smugly. Oh.

Two can play that game.

"Don't you eat your own national animal?" he countered.

"Only 'cause there are twice as many kangaroos than Aussies. Witchetty grubs are good too." That was her weapon of surprise.

Roach looked astounded.

"You eat grubs?! Ew!"

"They ain't that bad." she noticed that people were starting to go inside there tents.

"We should head off." She murmured to him.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow Blade." He turned to leave.

"Oh, Roach?" she called softly.

"Yeah?" as he turned around to her, she pounced on him with a full-blown hug. At first he was stunned, but returned the hug, feeling the warmth of her match his.

"G'night Roach." She whispered.

"Goodnight Blade." He replied. They let go and smiled at each other, before turning to go back to their tents.

As Roach came back to his, he saw MacTavish dash inside. he frowned and stepped in, seeing Mac sitting on his bed, grinning at him.

"She's got you." He said, still grinning.

"Huh?" he asked confusedly.

"She likes ya. A lass only hugs boys that she likes." He lay down on his bed and got under the thin-ish covers while Roach got into his own.

"She doesn't. We were just fixing the problem between us."

"Nope. I've seen it before. A girl will like a boy, but will only show it after a certain problem has been cleared."

"Whatever. Were just friends." He mumbled.

"Mmmhh. You tell yourself that." MacTavish turned over in his bed dozed off. Pretty soon, Roach dozed off too.

The three hooded figures crept up to the spiked wooden gates, keeping to the shadows. They knew what he looked like. They just had to wait until the right moment. The two others leaned against the wall in the dark, while the other kept alert, ready for anything that might come their way.

The sentries hadn't seen them. Yet. They had to be careful. If they were seen, the whole camp would be put on alert, and they would have to wait another few weeks until they could snatch him. Then Allen would punish them for failing.

They had to be patient.

All they had to do was wait.

This is kind of a short chapter. But I have more ideas. :) Who are the hooded figures? Does Blade really like Roach, or is she just playin?

And yes, true fact that there are twice as many kangaroos than there are Australians. They taste good though. :P

Thank you all for reading this far, seriously appreciate it!

-Stay Fierce!