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Sloan took a seat at his desk, sighing heavily. As the air left his lungs, he allowed himself to fall back into the embrace of the cushion, allowing the tenseness to drain from his shoulders. He didn't know how much longer he could make excuses for them, how long he could try and convince himself that nothing was going on. It had been obvious since he had seen them in the hot tub together. They were just too cosy. Fox wouldn't have let herself get that close just for the sake of keeping him onside. There had to be other factors influencing her action, and Sloan knew all too well what they were, he had just chosen to deny it until now.
Nothing was to be gained by simply denying all knowledge of it. He needed to be aware of the situation and make sure that it didn't affect the job in hand. He couldn't allow the relationship under any circumstances, who knows what problems could arise, and he wasn't going to let anyone jeopardise his most valued Assassin. He had to find a smarter way to get Wesley out of her head. It was obvious that nothing was going on at the present time, they hadn't been anywhere near each other for weeks up until recently, and she had tried too hard to convince Sloan to let Wesley go on his own. It was only now that the reason became clear to him; she was falling for him and was making every attempt to stop herself. The sheer thought of it made Sloan sick to the stomach. Fox had been like his daughter since the moment she arrived and what with the job in hand, he had never prepared himself for the time that she would find love. Under the circumstances he just never thought it would happen.
He had made up his mind. Fox would not have to fight her feelings on her own; he would be there to help her. He knew that he couldn't show her that he knew; she was the most stubborn person he knew so could not let her think that he was trying to control her, it would make her all the more adamant. He had to be smarter than that.
Wesley sat up with a jolt, coughing violently, wincing from the immense pain in his chest as he did so. Within seconds of waking, it was made known to him that he was in one of the healing baths, still in full clothing. It was almost too agonising to breathe; the wound throbbed violently with every breath.
After allowing a moment to compose himself he quickly remembered overhearing a certain conversation. At least he thought he did. Had he woken up? Or was it one of the many things that were going through his head while he was unconscious? The Truth was, he didn't know. But what he did know is what the conversation meant. Fox had let a target go in order to save him. Anybody who was ignorant to the magnitude of a target getting away would think that this was the obvious decision, but that wasn't the case. The Fraternity's beliefs, everything they stand for states that by killing one, your saving
a thousand. Therefore they would never jeopardise a mission to save a single person's life, even a fellow fraternity member.
Wesley let his head lean back over the side of the bath, all his pain forgotten momentarily. Had he really heard that conversation? Had Fox saved his life, gone against everything she had told him was so important to her? , All to save him. Had everything she told him and let him believe about being confused and not really loving him, all been lies? He knew only one thing, he had to find out. This could change everything. He no longer felt the anger and bitterness toward her that he once did, if this was all true, it was out of love that she had pushed him away. She was afraid of falling in love with him.
Wesley lay motionless, lost in his thoughts, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the prospect.