This chap rewinds just a little to show from the Cobra PoV. :D Again, hopefully I'm not too confusing with these little things! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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"It's crazy what you could've had, I need, I need this." R.E.M. "Country Feedback"
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Storm Shadow looked impassively at Destro, hiding his emotions on the subject, although he had a sneaking suspicion that Destro already knew, which is why he was receiving this assignment.
"We're calling her Nina to help -" Destro began.
"No. We know her real name, I will use it." Storm Shadow's voice was calm and firm.
"It could trigger memory response though! It's too risky," Destro protested.
"No. If she does start to regain memory, my using her real name will only help us."
Destro sneered at him, "You just want to do it for your own little fantasy." Storm Shadow didn't react, simply staring at Destro impassively. Destro got frustrated that the ninja wouldn't get upset and then snapped, "Fine. Call her whatever you want. No matter what, she does not escape, understood?" The white clad man nodded.
"She will be safe in my care." With those words, Storm Shadow turned to enter the apartment.
He entered wearing his more normal clothing: white pants, shirt and coat. He removed his coat, with it his sword and other weapons. He heard the Baroness talking with Shana in the living room and silently walked over to join them. He sat down next to Shana, acting natural as he took her hand, putting on a surprised and hurt look when she flinched and pulled away slightly. He slipped into his role easily, looking to the Baroness then back to Shana with concern, "Still nothing?"
The Baroness was not as proficient of an actress and he could see the smile tugging on the corners of her lips, "No, I'm sorry darling, we've had no progress."
Shana looked between them, confused. "Who is this? Why is this happening?" She was clearly distraught as she spoke to the Baroness.
"This is D-" she began.
"Tommy," Storm Shadow supplied, already having established that they would not use pseudonyms.
Anastasia gave him a look and then shrugged, continuing, "Tommy. You two will be staying here. It's safe here." Her cell phone rang and she looked at the number and stood up, "Excuse me, I must take this in private. I'll leave you two alone to talk." She glided out of the apartment as she spoke quietly into the phone.
Shana looked back at the man next to her, narrowing her eyes a bit, "Why will you be staying here too? Do we know each other?"
He nodded slowly, motioning to her arm and then taking it and examining it carefully as he spoke, "We've known each other for many years. We trained together." He frowned as he looked at the wound on her arm. "What happened?"
She shrugged, watching his body language and the care and concern with which he treated her. "Anastasia said that I was attacked by people trying to kidnap me."
His frown deepened as he pursed his lips, "This should have had stitches. I suppose it will be ok now." He redressed the wound and touched her face tenderly, "Are you alright otherwise?"
She looked at him with puzzlement, something about this just didn't seem right, but she had no way to know anything else. He did seem genuine in his concern and so she nodded slowly, "I think so. Just very confused."
He nodded sadly, "I wish I could make it go away. I'm sorry. All we can do is wait and hope that your memory returns." He brushed her hair back from her face as he spoke, "Would you like to lay down for a little while? Unfortunately, there is not much to do here. We can't go outside or use the phones, so we can stay hidden from those who want to hurt you."
She didn't know how exciting of a morning she had, but she did feel tired. "I guess that would be a good idea." He took her hand and led her to a bedroom and settled her into the large king-sized bed.
"Sleep well. Call if you need anything." He leaned down and kissed her, sitting next to her on the bed, staying with her, stroking her forehead lightly until she fell asleep. He smiled at her once more before leaving, going into the living area to fix some food for when she woke up.
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Tommy was sitting and meditating about an hour later, he heard Shana's voice saying, "Who is this?" He stood gracefully and mentally swore at whoever prepared the apartment. He reached the doorway to see her speaking on the phone. The apparently took out the phones, but just hid or stored them and she found one and plugged it in. How stupid could they be? He looked outwardly calm though, because getting upset would only scare and confuse her.
She spoke into the phone, "I...I'm not..." She trailed off as she saw him, her voice puzzled, letting the receiver drop a bit. "Hello."
Tommy closed the distance between them, kissing her cheek lightly his hand sliding down her arm to the phone receiver hanging it up gently with her as he spoke, "Now dear, you shouldn't be using the phone. There are people who are trying to look for you to hurt you. I want to keep you safe." He pulled the bewildered woman into his arms to hold her gently.
"What is going on? Why can't I remember anything except random pieces? What's wrong with me?" Tears actually began to flow as she expressed her frustration.
He pulled her to sit down on the bed, sitting next to her. "You were injured and your memory was damaged, and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, alright? You forget everything if you get distracted."
"How can I live like this? Why?"
The pain and fear on her face called to Tommy and he leaned in and gently kissed her, keeping his face near hers as he spoke softly, "We'll find a way, don't worry." She surprised him by leaning in to kiss him again. He knew that she was just looking for a connection and anchor, but he was very willing to let himself be used for that purpose; it was the reason he asked for this assignment.
He had fallen for her around the same time his sword brother had, and had about as much luck. He was sure it was just because of his political affiliation and so he was relishing the opportunity to be with her without that stumbling block. He would provide her a physical anchor, at least for a while. Just as he hoped, with all other distractions removed, she became his.
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"It's crazy what you could've had, I need, I need this." R.E.M. "Country Feedback"
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Storm Shadow looked impassively at Destro, hiding his emotions on the subject, although he had a sneaking suspicion that Destro already knew, which is why he was receiving this assignment.
"We're calling her Nina to help -" Destro began.
"No. We know her real name, I will use it." Storm Shadow's voice was calm and firm.
"It could trigger memory response though! It's too risky," Destro protested.
"No. If she does start to regain memory, my using her real name will only help us."
Destro sneered at him, "You just want to do it for your own little fantasy." Storm Shadow didn't react, simply staring at Destro impassively. Destro got frustrated that the ninja wouldn't get upset and then snapped, "Fine. Call her whatever you want. No matter what, she does not escape, understood?" The white clad man nodded.
"She will be safe in my care." With those words, Storm Shadow turned to enter the apartment.
He entered wearing his more normal clothing: white pants, shirt and coat. He removed his coat, with it his sword and other weapons. He heard the Baroness talking with Shana in the living room and silently walked over to join them. He sat down next to Shana, acting natural as he took her hand, putting on a surprised and hurt look when she flinched and pulled away slightly. He slipped into his role easily, looking to the Baroness then back to Shana with concern, "Still nothing?"
The Baroness was not as proficient of an actress and he could see the smile tugging on the corners of her lips, "No, I'm sorry darling, we've had no progress."
Shana looked between them, confused. "Who is this? Why is this happening?" She was clearly distraught as she spoke to the Baroness.
"This is D-" she began.
"Tommy," Storm Shadow supplied, already having established that they would not use pseudonyms.
Anastasia gave him a look and then shrugged, continuing, "Tommy. You two will be staying here. It's safe here." Her cell phone rang and she looked at the number and stood up, "Excuse me, I must take this in private. I'll leave you two alone to talk." She glided out of the apartment as she spoke quietly into the phone.
Shana looked back at the man next to her, narrowing her eyes a bit, "Why will you be staying here too? Do we know each other?"
He nodded slowly, motioning to her arm and then taking it and examining it carefully as he spoke, "We've known each other for many years. We trained together." He frowned as he looked at the wound on her arm. "What happened?"
She shrugged, watching his body language and the care and concern with which he treated her. "Anastasia said that I was attacked by people trying to kidnap me."
His frown deepened as he pursed his lips, "This should have had stitches. I suppose it will be ok now." He redressed the wound and touched her face tenderly, "Are you alright otherwise?"
She looked at him with puzzlement, something about this just didn't seem right, but she had no way to know anything else. He did seem genuine in his concern and so she nodded slowly, "I think so. Just very confused."
He nodded sadly, "I wish I could make it go away. I'm sorry. All we can do is wait and hope that your memory returns." He brushed her hair back from her face as he spoke, "Would you like to lay down for a little while? Unfortunately, there is not much to do here. We can't go outside or use the phones, so we can stay hidden from those who want to hurt you."
She didn't know how exciting of a morning she had, but she did feel tired. "I guess that would be a good idea." He took her hand and led her to a bedroom and settled her into the large king-sized bed.
"Sleep well. Call if you need anything." He leaned down and kissed her, sitting next to her on the bed, staying with her, stroking her forehead lightly until she fell asleep. He smiled at her once more before leaving, going into the living area to fix some food for when she woke up.
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Tommy was sitting and meditating about an hour later, he heard Shana's voice saying, "Who is this?" He stood gracefully and mentally swore at whoever prepared the apartment. He reached the doorway to see her speaking on the phone. The apparently took out the phones, but just hid or stored them and she found one and plugged it in. How stupid could they be? He looked outwardly calm though, because getting upset would only scare and confuse her.
She spoke into the phone, "I...I'm not..." She trailed off as she saw him, her voice puzzled, letting the receiver drop a bit. "Hello."
Tommy closed the distance between them, kissing her cheek lightly his hand sliding down her arm to the phone receiver hanging it up gently with her as he spoke, "Now dear, you shouldn't be using the phone. There are people who are trying to look for you to hurt you. I want to keep you safe." He pulled the bewildered woman into his arms to hold her gently.
"What is going on? Why can't I remember anything except random pieces? What's wrong with me?" Tears actually began to flow as she expressed her frustration.
He pulled her to sit down on the bed, sitting next to her. "You were injured and your memory was damaged, and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, alright? You forget everything if you get distracted."
"How can I live like this? Why?"
The pain and fear on her face called to Tommy and he leaned in and gently kissed her, keeping his face near hers as he spoke softly, "We'll find a way, don't worry." She surprised him by leaning in to kiss him again. He knew that she was just looking for a connection and anchor, but he was very willing to let himself be used for that purpose; it was the reason he asked for this assignment.
He had fallen for her around the same time his sword brother had, and had about as much luck. He was sure it was just because of his political affiliation and so he was relishing the opportunity to be with her without that stumbling block. He would provide her a physical anchor, at least for a while. Just as he hoped, with all other distractions removed, she became his.