Disclaimer: I do not own Wanted or any of its characters. I am not associated in any way with Wanted or its production
Hiya everyone. I am aware that I have some typos and layout problems with some of the other chapters of my fic. Some of you may have realised that some of the chapters have names, whilst others don't. Basically the ones with names are the ones I have fixed as best I can (I have no clue as to what the white squares are that seem to appear after I upload) Any chapter without a name is one that I haven't had a chance to go over yet.
Sorry for the delay in uploading, I have some pretty heavy College hours and am struggling to find time to write. I am doing my best though .
Fox sat in her room, staring at the wall. She didn't regret the act but now that she had had time to play it all over in her head she was kicking herself for opening up as much as she did to Sloan. A simple apology or some kind of excuse would have cut it. Why did she have to make things difficult for herself by protesting? She realised now that behaviour like that could put both her and Wesley in a dangerous situation.
She knew that the only thing she could do was to continue to stay away from him. Their relationship had already caused huge waves within the fraternity despite the fact that they had barely even got started. This alone told her that no matter how much she wanted it, it could never be.
Sloan too had been sat alone, exploring all angles of his dilemma, in order to figure out the best way to do things. It had been nothing short of 2 hours and he had lost all track of time. His thoughts gaining 100 of his attention. Finally he had made his decision, one that would make all his problems disappear at once. He finally rose from his seat and made his way to the loom.
Wesley had since managed to ease himself out of the bath. He could never have imagined the discomfort that a single bullet could cause until now. He could barely stand up straight let alone walk. But with a considerable level of patience and time he had finally managed to get himself to his room. A mixture of emotions came over him when he stepped inside to find Fox sat on his bed. In light of recent events, he would have been pleased to see her, however her expression told him that the feeling was not reciprocated.
Before he could even try and make sense of any of it she had already begun to explain. "I've just come to make sure that there is no confusion concerning my actions back at the parking lot" she stated.
Wesley watched her intently, waiting for her to continue, so she did. " Despite everything, I couldn't just leave you there for dead" she begun, and Wesley started seeing where the conversation was going. He lowered his head. "I'm sure you would have done the same under the circumstances, I just didn't want you thinking there was any more to it than that. You're a valued member of the team, and it would have been a shame to lose you" she finished on that note and made her way for the door leaving Wesley struggling to find words.
The second the door was closed Fox lent against it. Taking in what she had done. The time she had in her room had really forced her to get used to the fact that her and Wesley were not going to be able to see each other. It didn't stop her yearning for it, but she knew that her job had to come first. It was the only thing in her life that had ever really helped her, been there throughout. Not just the job, but the people she worked for and around. She knew that because of that, and what her job meant, that she would just have to sacrifice what could have been her only other shot at real happiness.
She didn't take this lightly, as the impact of her conversation with Wesley hit her; she could no longer fight back the mountain of tears that had been fighting their way forwards all day. She had told herself the same thing before, but deep down she never really believed it, not until now. It was the realization of letting go of something she had never had before, and doubted she would ever have again that hit her hardest.
Wesley eased himself back onto his pillow slowly, staring up at the ceiling through dampened eyes. Every time he got close to Fox she broke his heart and it was killing him. No matter how many times she did it, he couldn't help but go running back. He had never felt the way he did when he was around her before. He wanted the Fox he had sat in the hot tub with, the Fox that he joked around with between jobs, the Fox that he had such an amazing connection with. He couldn't understand why she kept shutting him out, or at least he didn't want to let himself understand. Ever since the first time she hurt him, he had that nagging feeling that it was all just a game, that she was using him for the benefit of the Fraternity on Sloan's order. But it had all just been too much like ecstasy for him to want to dismiss, it would have caused him too much pain to throw that away without trying.
It was only now that he realised that enough was enough. He couldn't live the rest of his life chasing someone that picked him up and then tossed him aside when he had fulfilled his purpose. He was sick of everything, and he just needed to get out.