The coldness of the nacked wall, she leaned on, was seeping through Gaby's back.
She didn't care.
There was a soft smile playing along her split lip.
Gaby felt warm and somewhat fuzzy.
She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten a decent meal.
Not that you could call the meal her uncle had just given her decent.


The two soldiers had brought her to a room with a big table.
Had tied her hands to a chair.
They had learnt not to underestimate her.
The asshole, which had tried to rape her, had squeezed her broken arm as a reminder that he would come for her.
Gaby had smiled at him, leaning closer to him and had murmured "When are you finally helping me to escape?"
The shock on his face had made her somewhat happy.
He had taken a big step back.
Panicky looking at her uncle in the corner of the room.
Afraid Rudy might had heard her.
He knew what happened to the soldiers trying to help her or were suspected to help her escape.
Just a couple of days ago her uncle had shot one.
The little mechanic hadn't known that the man had tried to free her.
Pity.

She had watched the asshole flee from the room.
Her satisfied smile was wiped away as her uncle had turned to her.
His small, watery eyes on her.
She had looked down, pretending to be ashamed.

"Was ist los meine Kleine?" (What is it my dear?) He had asked.

She had pushed the anger down.
Locked it inside her mind, somewhere.

"Ich habe nachgedacht…. Ich …" (I was thinking…. I…) She had sniffled.

It wasn't that hard.
Gaby had always been a good actress.

"Wirst du mir jemals meinen abscheulichen Fehler verzeihen? Es tut mir so leid…. Ich war so dumm!"
(Will you ever forgive me for my terrible betrayal? I am so sorry… I was so stupid!)

She had then looked at her uncle with tears in her eyes.
In her mind she had heard Solo's voice loud and clear. "Whatever it takes. Stay alive. We will get you out. Do whatever it takes!"

Rudy had looked at her.
There had been doubt in his eyes.

"Wir reden später darüber. Jetzt solltest du zuerst essen!" (We'll talk later. You should eat now!)

He let his fingers brush over her face and it took everything in her not to shrink back, not to snarl in disgust.

Just then one of his servants had brought in a bowl.
The smell of it had made her mouth water.
It was goulash soup.
The most delicious thing she had eaten in a long time.
Her uncle had fed her.
Spoon for spoon until there was nothing left in the bowl.
Of course he couldn't leave it out to torture her even with her dinner.
Her patience had ran thin, but she didn't dare to let him find a reason to take her dinner away.
It was hard to suppress the moan, which had threatened to slip past her lips as she had tasted the first spoon.
And even harder to ignore the grin of her uncle as he saw how desperately she had wanted the food.

"Das ist ganz allein dein Fehler. Du hättest jeden Abend ein leckeres Essen bekommen. Aber du musstest es mir ja so schwer machen, mein kleines Häschen!" (This is all your fault. You could have had great dinners everyday. But you made it really difficult for me, my little bunny!)

Her uncle had purred.
His face had been so close.
His breath had been washing over her and the urge to just slam her head into his was nearly unbearable.
Gaby had kept her eyes on the spoon full of food.
They hadn't starved her, but she was just given enough food to function.
Keeping her weak.
Keeping her from running away or fighting them.
The little mechanic had grasped at every opportunity to run away.
They had dragged her back everytime.
Adding to her collection of bruises.

The food had been laced with sedatives.
To make her behave while her uncle was out meeting a contact.
He had told her that he would be back soon.
She didn't care.


Gaby felt all fuzzy and sleepy.
Her head lolled to the side and she drifted off to sleep.

She dreamt of colors, Russians and sunshine.
When she woke up she still felt the drugs cursing through her body, but her head felt clearer.
Shluggishly she blinked at the door, which opened slowly.
Somewhere inside of her fogged up mind was a shrill voice full of panic.
The little mechanic blinked and as she opened her eyes again there was the smaller soldier from before crouching in front of her.
His fingers ghosted over her and she wanted to slap them away, but her arms didn't obey her.

"Can you walk Miss Teller?" The man asked her with an anxious voice, looking over his shoulder.

She blinked at him while she fumbled for a snark comment.
Her brain came up with nothing and she huffed instead.

"Come, I help you!" The man hauled her to her feet.

Surprisingly strong.
He supported her weight as they walked slowly to the door and down the hall.
Why was he helping her now?

They rounded another corner and Gaby froze.
At the other end of the hallway leaned a tall man against the cracked wall.
The small man beside her didn't register her resistance and dragged her on.
Did he get her to bring her to the asshole?

The man pushed himself off the wall and sauntered down the hallway towards them.
In a corner of her mind a voice wondered that he moved like Solo.
But it couldn't be, right?

This had happened way to often for her taste.
So many times she had believed a soldier to be Illya, saw his eyes or heard his voice.
Sometimes it was Solo, she had thought she had seen.
Only to be dissappointed every time.
She was not worthy to be saved.
She was just another agent.
Now at least they didn't need to look out for her anymore.
They could move faster and weren't dragged down by her.
They didn't need to watch out for her.

The small soldier stopped as the man reached them.

"You don't have much time… he is due back any minute!" There was utter panic in the soldier's voice and his fingers dug painfully in her arm.

Her head was spinning.
Why did he do this?

She wanted to turn to the short man and yell at him.
Maybe even punch him for doing this to her.
But she had to focus all her strength to just keep standing on her own two feet.
Besides she needed all her strength for afterwards.
The little mechanic planned to give the asshole a hell of a time.

The taller man nodded shortly and turned his gaze towards her.
She ignored him, giving the short man another glare.
He would be next.
He would wish to never been born.

The tall soldier's fingers wrapped around her healthy arm and pulled her along.
His strides were long and his grip around her arm was secure.
Gaby let him pull her alongside him through empty hallways.
In her head she plotted already his downfall.
He would enjoy hell afterwards, she told herself with a smirk.
Just then the man yanked her into a side hallway.

The wall on her back was cold and the man in front of her way too close as he observed the hallway and the soldiers walking down.

"If you think I will go down easily… I swear to you…!" She hissed venomously.

The man didn't look at her as he watched the chatting guards.

"Well Teller, I never took you as the easy woman!"

The voice let her heart stop and freeze her in place.
The little mechanic watched in utterly shock the man's head turn and give her a dazzling smile, which crinkled his eyes and immediately stilled all her panic inside of her.
Relief washed over Gaby like an enormous wave and she felt her knees giving out under her.
Solo caught her.
His arm wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her upright.

"Ready to come home? I think family reunions are always overrated, don't you think?" He gave her another smile and the only thing she could do was nod.