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Theme 11 - Impossible

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She woke up in her room, cuddling close to her sheathed sword with a ticket crumpled inside her fisted hand.

The raising of her head from her silk-covered pillow caused her memory of the previous night to flood back. Apparently, their plans for revenge had come to a halt after the purchasing of her train ticket when she'd given him a hearty pat on the back which caused him to kiss the pavement and add some blood to the still damp cement.

He was a hell of a lot calmer than she'd ever be in that case. If the situation was reversed she probably would have given him a bloody nose in return.

She shot out of bed as she remembered the rest of the night. He'd forgotten how to get to the hotel he was staying at, and after stumbling around Central for a while she told him to stay at their house, in the room next to hers. There was absolutely no way she could let anyone find out, or else they'd be hounding her about it until she died.

Opening the door a few inches she looked down the hallway, when no one was there she darted out of the room, and into the one next to her.

"Havoc," she hissed, walking over to the bed in the dark. No answer, she stood over the bed, but no one was in it, it didn't even look like anyone had slept there. She walked over to the entrance of the room and flipped the light switch. Not a wrinkle marred the bedding. One the small table beside the bed was a paper with her name on it and a box of cigarettes. She chuckled at the note he left saying they should go out drinking again sometime and reminding her about the train ticket she'd left in her room. "I should get these back to him," she told herself, dropping the half empty box of cigarettes into the pocket of the coat she was still wearing from the night before.

When she got back to her room an itinerary was waiting for her, but all she did was tear it up. She didn't bother with her daily training, but packed her suitcase, showered, and crept to the kitchen. While she was eating she made a note to her parents, letting them know she left, and then got a driver to get a car started.

She was glad for her thick coat when she stepped outside into the cold weather, her body already accustomed to the warmer weather she'd gotten the first few days there.

Her first stop was H.Q. where she easily found the office Mustang and his crew were occupying during their little trip to Central, which was thankfully empty. She left the pack of cigarettes on the mahogany desk she guessed was his from the ash tray in the corner, and then left the building before anyone knew she was there.

When she got to the train station her face fell. It was closed. She went inside to investigate only to find her family waiting there. Apparently they woke up much earlier than she thought they did.

"What's the meaning of this, Olivier?" her mother asked.

"I'm done. I'll come back before the wedding," Olivier answered.

"You can't leave," her mother said.

"And why not," Oliver snapped.

"The tracks froze over, and there was a small accident," Alex told her. "I'll be going to help repair them."

"Fine," Olivier huffed and turned to walk away. "But don't think you can send me out on dates and drag me along with you everywhere," she called as she left the train station.

"That's right, you must have had fun last night. You didn't get home until everyone was asleep," Catherine chimed.

"Did you have fun with Lieutenant Havoc?" Alex asked, waltzing up beside her.

"I got blood on my favorite blouse," she answered with a smirk.

"Blood, why?" Alex panicked.

"Don't worry, it's not mine," she told him as she put her suitcase back in the car waiting for her, and then rested her hand on the hilt of her sword while looking her brother in the eye.

Her smirk grew when his eyes widened, and she climbed into the car.

"Take me back to the house," she commanded.

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A.N.-Word Count: 705 Sorry about the lack of updates for the past week. I've got family in town, and then the wait for chapter 78 drove me crazy. I wish we could have gotten some Olivier action, but I guess I'll have to wait until next year. Thanks for reading. Dialog "'Don't worry, it's not mine'" credited to Dailenna, thanks!

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