HI, HI. And now I'm back with a chapter! I apologize for the delay of the chapter, the long long long delay of the chapter, but I promised to continue! It was hard to write again though, cause I forgot everything about the story, yikes. So things might be off. I did like briefly reread some chapters, but I still probably missed some things. There's only gonna be one more chapter left, so the next, and it's over. GQWRGWRHW. I'm gonna be so sad to see it end, but I'm actually glad its nearing the end. I don't think I would have had any muse left to make it extremely long. This even took a lot of effort. But yeah, here it is, for anyone that's still reading this. Thank you if you are! If you aren't...o. That's ok too.
"You know we don't have to do this…" Troy mumbled unsurely to Gabriella, to which she just shook her head.
"It's ok. She asked us to come in; it'd be rude to say no." Gabriella flashed him a slight fake smile and continued walking down the hall. Just a few more steps and they'd both be in front of that oh so familiar door.
"Whatever happens…" Troy grabbed Gabriella by the forearm, gently pulling her back against his chest. Her hands rested delicately on his shoulders as she looked up. "I love you, so, so much."
"I love you, so, so much." She whispered before leaning up to press her lips on his, urgently and softly. His lips immediately latched onto her lower lip, his tongue tracing the softness of the plump flesh. Gabriella knew it was going further than it should when they had something to do, but she couldn't pull away. His lips felt too damn good.
"Troy," She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him.
"Just give me a minute…" Troy told her in a strained voice, tugging at her lip once until he complied and pulled away completely.
Gabriella knew what he was thinking, somehow. She understood that he was worried that they'd be separated again, and this could be the last time they'd kiss each other. But it wasn't going to come down to that – no matter what.
She smiled softly and leant up again, kissing him chastely for a brief second. "Let's go."
"Let's go." He repeated.
They both walked hand in hand to their destination and Troy cautiously opened the door after giving it a nimble knock. The General sat emotionless at her desk with her spectacles barely managing to stay in front of her eyes.
As soon as she heard a sound, her head jerked up and a surprising smile appeared on her face. "Bolton, Montez, have a seat."
Troy raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless took a seat in his normal chair; Gabriella following immediately after.
"So…how are you two?" The General yanked her glasses off and set them on the desk. "You look much better, Troy." She mused.
Troy tried to suppress a simple eye roll at her compliment, but failed miserably. "I'd sure hope so." He grumbled.
Gabriella widened her eyes as she looked at Troy. Why was he acting so…uptight towards her? If anything, she'd expect him to be a bit nicer. "Troy…" She scolded, earning the attention of The General.
"It's alright, Gabriella." The General sighed. "Troy, I understand you're upse—"
"Oh, I'm not upset." Gabriella suddenly felt him tense under her hand, and that had only been his hand out of all various body parts. "I'm fucking tired. I'm sick of working here, following your damn orders, being controlled." Troy didn't dare look at Gabriella – he knew her expression was one of a kind. "You are clearly not fit to run this place General. If you actually knew what you were doing, Kristen wouldn't have escaped. I wouldn't have had to look like a fucking human knife target."
He had spoken this speech as soon as The General met with him after the incident, but he was drugged up, and his words weren't as understandable.
"I'm grateful for you saving my life…really, I am. But you know what? If you didn't accuse us in the first place, I wouldn't need saving." Troy ventured and reluctantly glanced at Gabriella. Her mouth was agape, but her eyes showed her understanding. "We wouldn't need saving."
The next words that were heard, shocked Gabriella and Troy more than expected.
"I know." She said. "And that's why you two are free. You no longer need to work here, or follow my damn orders." Troy winced a little at her choice of words; his words. "Montez, Bolton, you were two of the best spies who ever participated in this corporation, and I thank you very much for being a part of this journey." The General reached around her desk for a paper, still speaking. "Though I'm sad to see you depart, I can't persuade you any more to stay. It wouldn't be fair of me to ask; after all you've been through." Once the paper was retrieved, she slid it over to them. "Sign here and that'll be it."
"Troy…" Gabriella gulped.
Troy looked at her with his eyes unconsciously widened. The General was giving them a damn opportunity to get the hell out? They didn't even have to suggest it, or anything? She'd just let them go…without even discussing the matter. After how rude he had been to her, she was still granting them freedom.
"I…" Troy choked out. "Why are you doing this?"
The General gave them a sad smile. "I can see how in love you both are. I can't interfere. I can't promise you guys that you'll survive from a mission…" She placed a pen on top of the paper. "I'd rather one of you die from a natural cause, or old age, than by being shot down or stabbed."
"What about Francisco?" Gabriella wondered aloud, waiting eagerly for a response. The General closed her eyes momentarily and sighed.
"He'll be taken care of. We've acquired enough evidence to have him sentenced to jail for life."
"That's it? We sign…and we're gone?" Gabriella asked, unsure. This still all seemed a bit surreal.
"That's it." She promised.
The atmosphere really changed in a matter of seconds. First, he was back lashing everything about this organization, especially how The General worked. And now…he was feeling guilty for actually voicing it. She wasn't arguing with them – she was giving them an option.
Being a spy was all she ever needed in life. It was something she devoted all time and energy into, and once upon a time, she imagined herself doing it forever. It was her life…at one point. Now? Troy was her life. And she didn't want it threatened.
Gabriella pressed her lips together and gripped the pen into her hand, shakily bringing it down onto the paper. Her name was beautifully scripted across the once blank line, but Troy's was yet to make it onto the sheet.
"Babe?" Gabriella said in a soft murmur, placing her hand on his arm soothingly. He cleared his throat and turned to look at her. "This is what you want, right?"
"Of course…" Although he was fairly certain this was what he wanted, he couldn't picture himself doing anything else. Hell, Taylor was pregnant and she still seemed to be along with the spy mojo. But…he remembered seeing Gabriella's face when he nearly bled to death, and that was something he never wanted to go through again. Besides, this guaranteed safety…No more running, no more hiding, and no more killing.
"Definitely." Troy finally stated, and finished it off with a sign of his name.
Having a future with Gabriella now seemed more likely.
"You'll be greatly missed, you two." If he wasn't imagining things, he swore he saw The General wipe at her eyes. Was she…crying? Over them, nonetheless? "You can go pick up your necessities in the dressing room."
"Thank you, General, thank you." Gabriella simply smiled brightly at the General and stood from the chair. She was merely wordless this whole encounter, but now that it was finally over, she had even less words.
"Brie, can you go grab the things and I'll meet you at the car?" He pondered and Gabriella gave him an odd look, but of course nodded. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and vanished from the room a minute later.
"Is something wrong, Troy?" Troy looked up at The General, also seeing her perplexed expression evident.
"I did mean what I said before…" He breathed out. "But I didn't mean it in such a dick way. You're great at this, General, but you know…maybe it's time you left this all too?"
"Troy—"
"No, listen," Troy interrupted. "I know you have a family. I've seen the pictures of your girls, your husband, and your grandchildren." The General swallowed quite loudly at the revelation, but didn't bother to cut in. "You put yourself at risk every day with this shit…do you really want your grandchildren to lose their grandmother? Or for your husband to suddenly become a widow?"
"It isn't that simple, Bolton…" The General shook her head softly. "I can't just up and leave. You've been here for a while, I'm aware, but Troy I've been here for much longer."
"I know…" He slowly stood and licked his lips. "Just think about it, alright? The world won't end if this place disappears." And with that, he nodded curtly at her as a goodbye, and left the room.
But upon turning the corner, he was shocked to see Gabriella standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, and a goofy smile on her face.
"Didn't I tell you—"
"To wait by the car, yes," Gabriella smiled as she walked up to him, letting her arms then wrap around his neck and embrace into his warmth. "I don't really like listening to orders." Her smile turned into a grin in a matter of seconds.
"Hm, even if I politely ordered you to kiss me?" He questioned curiously, a mock grin on his face.
"I guess that's an order I can't refuse." Gabriella let out a melodious giggle and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. It only lasted for a minute or so, before she pulled back, out of breath. "I heard what you said to The General…" She revealed against his lips.
"I figured that much." He chuckled, moving his head slightly to attach his lips to her jaw.
"Do you think she's going to go for it?" She asked.
He shrugged his shoulders and pulled back completely. Blue met brown, and Gabriella abruptly felt her knees weaken. "One can only hope." Troy tapped her waist and began moving. "Let's get the hell out of here before I change my mind."
"Change your mind?" Gabriella frowned. He was having doubts already?
"Yeah...about taking you right here, right now."
She squealed loudly as she was then thrown over a shoulder, and the giggles were possibly the only thing heard in the deserted hallway.
"If it's a girl; Ava, if it's a boy; Aaron." Gabriella told Troy as they lay tangled up in each other's arms. Both had returned from the spy's headquarters two hours ago, and settled on snuggling up in bed together…well, it began as that, but it led to more productive activities. Which resulted in them under the blanket, naked, and Gabriella nestled close to Troy.
"Eh…I don't know if I dig Aaron." Troy halted his rubbing on her arm for a moment, before continuing after being in thought. She pressed her head further into his chest and traced the large scar on his bare stomach. A soft sigh escaped her.
"It's not our choice, Troy." She laughed, tilting her head up to look at him, to which he tilted his own head down to look at her.
"I know…but I thought Chad would suggest some ghetto ass name. I wasn't expecting Aaron or Ava." He chuckled.
"I don't think he had any say. Taylor was pretty set on those names." She said. "Seriously, you think Taylor would agree to Shanaynay, or Bonquiqui?"
"Well…" Troy began.
Gabriella cut him off with a gentle kiss. "She'd murder him for even saying those names."
"Come on. Chad isn't that big of an idiot." Troy assured. "He wouldn't risk it."
Though Taylor wasn't that far along with the baby, actually not even close to being ready, they were already deciding on baby names and colors for the room. She officially resigned from the spy work an hour ago, as did Chad, which left Sharpay as the only spy left in the group. God knows what Joe was up to now. She assumed he'd stay as a spy too, but it would come to a point where both would probably give it all up for the love.
They were quite fond of each other, but Sharpay denied having any real feelings for him. She was scared, it seemed, and Gabriella could see right through the act. She was falling for someone; it was like her own Troy in a way.
"Mmm, I doubt it." Gabriella giggled, and after a peaceful moment of silence, she looked back up. "Troy?"
His nod was an indication for her to continue. "Do you ever…want to have kids?" Gabriella asked hesitantly. "I mean, with me?"
Troy laughed quickly. "Who else would I want kids with?" She slapped him firmly on the chest and he feigned a pout before talking. "Of course I do…you know, a whole family with the big house and crazy mornings. And having a beautiful wife to look forward to seeing each day."
"Wife, huh?" Gabriella fought a smirk.
"All that, and you only picked out the wife part?" He rolled his eyes playfully.
Gabriella rolled her eyes back, though it wasn't as playful. "Anyways," She rested her head back onto his chest. "I think that'll be nice…we can have real jobs, like a teacher or something, and an actual house." She always dreamed of that as a child, and the possibility that it could come true was beyond amazing.
"We have all the time in the world to decide."
"Well…"
"Well?"
"What if, I sort of, have something to tell you?"
"Baby…"
"Don't freak out, okay? I know you said—"
"Are you pregnant or something, Gabriella?"
"Troy—"
"Holy shit, you are, aren't you? How the fuck though, we always used condoms! Fuck, I told you I had super sper—"
"Troy, please, shut up. I'm not pregnant."
"You're...you're not?
"No, I was just going to tell you that I started looking for houses the other day, and kind of maybe found a really beautiful one."
"Oh….so I don't have super sperm?"
