Heehee I'M BACK :D

I SHOULD be writing the 2 page english paper that is due on tuesday, but hey I still got all of monday to do that.

Music recommendation: Lana Del Rey - "Carmen"

Yes, I still like Lana Del Rey.

012. Fear

Alex's biggest fear, by far, was of losing Desmond.

With what could potentially be thugs around ever corner, drug dealers, and, worst of all, the infected count slowly growing, the streets of New York City were not safe int he least.

It was one day that Alex was leaving to take care of a Hive, when Desmond asked to come with him.

"What?"

"You heard me the first time Alex. I want to come with you."

The water that Alex had previously spit out was beginning to drip off the edge of the table and onto the floor. Desmond rushed into the kitchen to grab some rags to mop it up.

"Desmond, you know I can't do that," Alex said, his voice slightly quivering. "It's too much of a risk."

"A risk of what? I'm an assassin, Alex," he said, sopping up the water with a small rag, "I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, against normal humans. Desmond, anyone who's infected becomes unpredictable, and there are hundreds in one infected zone at any given time," he buried his face in his palms, "I can't take you with me."

"But Alex-"

"NO, Desmond!" he roared. Desmond flinched. He had never seen Alex so angry before. Alex sighed. He hadn't meant to scare him.

Walking up to him, Alex wrapped his arms around Desmond in a tight, protective hug, burying his face into Desmond's short hair.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "But I can't lose you to the virus...I don't know what I would do if you became one of those mindless...things, walking the streets of Manhattan...I don't know how I would live with myself."

Desmond responded by nuzzling into Alex's neck, breathing in his musky scent.

"But what about you?" Desmond asked, "You risk your life every day by doing this. If something happens, I-"

"I promise you, Desmond," he said, looking him in his brown eyes, "even if I were on death's doorstep, I would drag myself all the way across the city if I had to, if it meant seeing you before I die."

"Don't say that, you make it sound like you plan on dying," Desmond said, choking back a sob.

"Don't worry," he said, kissing Desmond on the forehead, "I wouldn't dream of it...not while you're here."

Sorry I made it so sad. Woops.

Well, there you go. There might be another one later today.

Deuces.