New chapter on Christmas, yay! As always, hope you all enjoy. This is again from both perspectives, as listed. Have a good holiday/day!

I don't own Legend.

Day

When I first saw her again, her curious black and gold eyes peering through the window of my prison, I was convinced that I was dreaming. Lack of food and water, probably. I get up, moving towards the window slowly to see if what is before my eyes is actually real.

She gives a kind smile as she mouths my name. Our hands are at the window in the same position. June found me. Against all odds, she found a man she used to know.

She hits the window a few times and soon it cracks. June pushes some of the cracks until the glass shards start to fall at my feet. I catch them as they fall, desperately now wanting anyone to hear. Then I bend down and place them on the floor.

"Day," she whispers when a portion of the glass has been cleared. "I was so worried, I-"

I stop her words with a kiss. Through the half broken glass, I gently press my lips to hers. She is surprised for a moment but eventually gives in. Us being together reminds me of just how safe I feel in her presence, that whenever I am without her, I am not whole. How did I survive ten years without her?

When we pull apart, a sad smile is set upon her face as the ocean breeze brushes her hair to the side.

"I'm going to get you out of here. While I'm alive, you're not making it to Antarctica."

I nod, my lips and vocal cords not used to talking and forming words. I stay silent as she scurries up a rope that must've been hanging off the side of the ship. I look up through the window as she hops over the side of the boat and disappears from view.

I run towards the door, cursing myself for being so helpless, for getting her into this. But if anyone could have done this, it would have been her. Something at the edge of the door catches my eye. A moving shadow.

Suddenly the door opens and there stands June. Her brown ponytail is lower than usual, her face dirty and she is clutching her ribs. But she has never looked more beautiful. She looks around for a moment before her eyes settle on me.

I wrap my arms around her in a hug that she returns. When we pull away, tears have made trails in the dirt on her face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here. I'm alright," I tell her. She nods and brushes the tears from her eyes and takes a shaky breath.

"I lost you once. No way in hell was I losing you again," she smiles up at me. I push a hair from her face before remembering what I saw only a day ago.

"Tess?" I ask.

She looks down, avoiding my eyesight. "I have no idea. One of Anden's men stabbed her and then the police came and tried to take me. I had to leave her. I have no idea if she survived. I'm sorry. I should have done more, I should have-" she starts before I stop her.

"If she is gone, then she'll be happy you were with her. But she's Tess, so I'm sure she's out there somewhere. You did everything you could," I reply as her gaze lifts up to meet mine.

"She was what's left of your family."

"I have you now," I reply and give a small smirk.

"I found this outside," she replies and holds something out to me. In her palm is the paperclip ring that I had dropped. "It helped me find you."

I take the ring back and slide it onto my finger, grateful for its' familiar presence. "Seriously, we have the most worthless rings in the universe to most people. To us, they have saved our lives," I smile at her in thanks.

"Just shows what different things mean to different people," she states as she returns my smile for one of her own.

Footsteps sound on the boards above us, reminding me that I am very much still a prisoner. "We should get out of here," June says, snapping back into battle mode. "Can you walk?"

"I'll manage. What happened to your chest?" I ask, noting that her hands have again gone to hold her ribs.

"Long story, I'll tell you later," she says and leads me out the door. We walk up the stairs silently, the deck in front of us empty. To the side is a life boat. June looks back at me and runs over to it. Once she is hidden behind it, I follow suit. The deck is still deserted, not a soul in sight, no hushed talking, no more footsteps. Something is off.

"How do we get it off the deck?" I ask.

She looks around frantically. "Ropes." June pulls some of the ropes holding the boat up and soon it is suspended in the air. "This thing is heavy," she says as I go to help her lift to boat. Even though we are sharing the weight, it is much too heavy for an empty lifeboat. Unless…

"Down!" I yell to June, pulling her down from the ropes. Her eyes are wide with fear as she is taken to the ground. And just in time.

From underneath the tarp covering the boat, a man pops out, holding a gun and begins firing right at us.

"Anden!" he yells as he leaps out of the boat.

June scrambles to her feet and pulls out her own gun as I kick out at the man's legs. He goes down and June puts a bullet in his skull.

"The rope, move, now!" she orders. We work faster the pull the ropes down, lowering the boat into the water. It collapses down into the small waves and the ropes we are holding go slack. No way into the boats from up here.

"Jump!" I yell. More gunfire sounds behind us as more men begin yelling.

"Don't let them get away!" Anden's voice shouts above the noise. I run towards the railing, about to jump over when June crumples to the ground behind me, the victim of one of the shots.

It is just like in my nightmares. Seeing her fall, her blood slowly leaking out until her chest stops moving up and down. All of the times I have lost her in my dreams. I won't lose her in real life if I have anything to say about it.

June

Honestly, the breakout was going great. I got to see Day again, the only trap Anden had planted for us was a man in the escape boat. For a man out for revenge and being as "smart" as he is, I expected more from him.

But, just my luck, something always seems to go wrong.

The sounds of bullets firing has never made me scared or extremely uneasy, just a reminder that something major is happening. I am used to being in the midst of the action, making something happen, feeling the adrenaline as it courses through my veins. This is why I could never take a desk job. I have to be doing something with my life, making it count.

Day is about to jump over the side of the boat and into the water as the shots continue and one connects with my shin. Not entirely, but it scrapes by enough that I know it hit a major vein. I stumble, the pain spiking through my body.

"June!" Day yells and comes to my side. He picks me up and begins supporting both of us as he makes his way back to the side. The men behind us begin running and soon they have overtaken us, blocking our only path to freedom. "Are you alright?" he whispers, his face a mask of concern.

"For the time being," I choke out. My teeth grit together in pain as my blood drips down my leg, wetting the wooden deck. Anden appears out of the circle of men, looking down on us. "I just got worse," I say to Day, making him smirk.

"Ah, June. I knew you would come back for him," he spits. "I always wondered what you saw in that criminal."

"Still bitter? Well, let's just say that I saw everything good in him that you were lacking," I reply, just as angry. A look of exasperation crosses his face as he struggles to hide his discontent for my words. "I was still loyal to you, still a friend. But no, you always wanted more. There was a time when I thought it may work, but now I see you as you really are. A selfish, despicable person."

"You, of all people, calling me selfish and despicable. You knew about the assassination plot, you left Day for me when you thought he was never coming back."

"Maybe you should find more relevant information. That happened years ago," I reply. Spots are beginning to dance before my eyes. My cracked rib burns and my leg is getting the numb, tingly sensation that happens when it falls asleep. Except it isn't asleep, it's missing part of itself.

"Are you here to monologue and call out June for things she did years ago, or are you going to actually do something?" Day speaks up, obvious just as annoyed with Anden as I am.

"Oh, I'll do something alright. Ms. Iparis, to room B. The traitor back to his cell, now," Anden orders.

I yelp as the minions pull me to my feet, my knee buckling on my right, injured leg. They pull Day up as well, who is struggling to get to me.

"Day, it's okay. We'll find a way out of this," I say to him, trying to get him to relax in the slightest. It would be better for both of us.

They take him back down into the hold as tears sting my eyes.

"As for you, June," Anden sneers. "I have special-"

That's all I hear before I slip into unconsciousness, dropping down to the wooden floor as the guards fail to catch me.

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