A/N : Hello all and welcome to one of my first One-Shots! My name is MrWritingMan, and I'm here to . . . read you all flaming me in the comments, I guess.
I recently got a VPN and was browsing Japanese Netflix and saw the anime, "SPYxFamily" in my feed. I watched it, fell in love with the series, its characters, and its heart, and wanted to write something for it, so . . . here I am.
I was inspired by a lot of fanfics on AO3, since the community on here only had a handful of fics. I hope you like this and continue to browse within the fandom - and if you haven't yet : WATCH THE SERIES! You won't regret it. Besides Japanese Netflix, they have it on Crunchyroll and Hulu.
(Disclaimer) I don't own SPYxFamily, and I doubt I ever will. I'm just playing in its world.
Summary : Thorn Princess and Twilight both have a target on their backs, and they're aiming for each other - Yor and Loid don't know this. Yet.
Yor Forger carefully placed the phone onto its dock, her mind racing - she was very rarely called and summoned for a meeting with Shopkeeper without the outline of the mission being given. But it had happened a few times before - mostly when dealing with especially well-connected businessmen or government officials, but that'd been years ago. So . . . what was this?
"Mama?" Yor's train of thought derailed, she turned back to the small girl sitting in front of the TV, a large white dog lying next to her.
"What do you need, Anya?" She asked kindly, walking over and crouching down next to her.
"Anya wants to watch more TV, please," she stated matter-of-factly.
Yor smiled fondly, before looking at the timer in the corner of the TV : 20:29. "Hmm, I don't know Anya. You have a bedtime for a reason."
Anya frowned, before giving Yor a searching look. "If Anya can watch another episode . . . Anya will go to bed earlier tomorrow!"
Yor was unconvinced. "I don't know if Loid would approve of that deal, Anya."
Anya violently shook her head. "No! Papa would accept Anya's generos perposal!" She insisted desperately.
Yor placed a finger on her mouth as she tried her hardest to hold in her smile, before saying, "Well, I guess another episode isn't too bad." She watched Anya do a celebratory dance, before returning to her TV show.
With Anya distracted, Yor's mind turned back to her upcoming meeting with Shopkeeper. I can't just tell Loid or Anya that I'm going to meet with the head of a highly secret organization that occasionally sends me to kill bad people - that'd go over so well. I could manage to just sneak out tonight if I wanted to . . . alright. I'll do that. Beside her, Yor missed Anya gazing at her with worry.
However, Anya didn't say anything, and Yor continued to plan her escape.
X X X (Earlier that Afternoon)
Loid Forger knew he was going to get home late when Sylvia Sherwood strode casually into his office at the Hospital. "Good morning, Dr. Forger." Agent Twilight.
Loid looked up at his handler and smiled lightly, "Welcome back, Ms. Sherwood! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Handler. What do you need me for?
She sat down and looked at him with a blank face, saying, "My boyfriend is having severe psychotic breakdowns, and I know you can help." There's someone interfering in WISE's dealings - we want you on it.
Loid tensed for half a second, before calming his body and asked, "Why don't you bring him in and I'll see what I can do?" Why haven't you already caught them?
She shook her head, "I've tried to convince him, but he violently opposes seeing a doctor for it." We've tried, but they've killed every agent we've sent after them thus far.
Loid arched an eyebrow, before shrugging and saying, "Alright. Maybe if you gave me some contact information, I could try and convince him to get some help." Understood. If you give me a dossier, I'll find them.
She smiled tightly, before stating, "He doesn't really have a phone for you to contact him - you'll have to mail him on this address." We don't have much on him beyond what's on this paper.
She slid a single paper across the desk, which only had a couple of lines on it :
Alias : Thorn Princess. Real Name : Unknown. Physical Description : Unknown. Subject is highly dangerous, and leaves no survivors.
Loid frowned. "Is that all? It doesn't show anything beyond a street name." Is there anything else? There's nothing here besides a name.
She shook her head slowly. "No, he's the only one who lives on that street." She works alone, but that's it.
Loid gave a slight smile before giving the paper back to Sylvia. "Alright then, I might go and pay him a visit in a couple days. Is there anything else?" I'll take the mission. Are there any others?
She shook her head as she stood. "That's all for now, but can you please make this a priority over everything else - even your family." No more missions, but this mission takes precedence over Operation Strix.
Loid gave a tight smile and stated, "Alright then. I'll make sure to see him then." It will be done. "Farewell, Ms. Sherwood."
She nodded in farewell, before simply exiting the office, leaving him alone with his thoughts. A mission with so little details . . . a shot in the dark if I've ever seen one. He cupped his chin in a hand as he kicked his legs up on the desk. Maybe Franky might have some connections that I can pull on.
But what about Yor and Anya? I know that Handler said that this takes precedence over Operation Strix, but . . . I can't just abandon them. They need to stay safe and secure . . . for the mission. For the mission. Maybe I can call in a favor or two for someone to watch over them. Maybe-
While he ruminated over his decision, he missed the sun going down behind him until he glanced at the clock. "Shoot," he grumbled as he shot up, grabbing his coat and fedora, "Anya is going to kill me."
X X X (Present)
Loid walked through the door, opening it slowly as he habitually checked the area for any traps or bugs, before confidently striding through. Just like any other day, he placed his fedora and trench-coat on the coat rack, before moving into the kitchen and opening their refrigerator and looking for something to quickly eat. "Welcome home, Loid."
Loid jumped, turning around into a fighting stance before relaxing when he saw Yor standing behind the counter. "Thank you, Yor." He looked down at their stove's clock : 22:14. "Why're you up so late?"
"I wanted to make sure that you were alright. Can't be too sure these days, you know," Yor stated casually, looking him over. "Would you like some tea to relax?"
Unbidden, a smile found itself on Loid's face as he nodded. "Yes, please." They stood in silence for several seconds as Yor prepared some tea and Loid rummaged and found some biscuits within the confines of their fridge. Eventually, the tea was ready, and they both sat down at the table, sipping at their drinks, before he asked, "Did Anya give you any trouble tonight?"
Yor shook her head as she lifted her cup to her lips. "No, she was happy enough to just watch some TV after dinner. Although," she gave him a side eye, "she did miss her father putting her to bed."
Loid winced slightly, before explaining, "Sorry, I got held up at the hospital and lost track of time."
Yor waved her hand dismissively, "It's fine, Loid. We both know that you do good things at the hospital."
While his face didn't change, he couldn't shake the sharp feeling of guilt within his chest as he replied, "Thank you for being so understanding, Yor."
She simply waved him off and continued to sip her tea, before asking, "Did you have any trouble on your way home?"
He shook his head. "No. Have you had any issues while coming home?"
She responded with a shake of her head. "I just worry about you- not that you need it of course! You- I mean we- You're perfectly able to protect yourself, but I can't help but worry." She rambled with a small blush.
Loid smiled, before taking a small sip of his tea. Deciding to change the subject, he asked, "How's your brother doing?" At the subject change, Yor's face fell and, unsure of what was wrong, Loid asked, "Is something wrong, Yor?"
She sighed and stared down into her tea as she answered. "Yuri . . . he doesn't really talk to me anymore. After we . . . you know," Loid nodded, gesturing for her to go on, "and after I slapped him, he doesn't really call me anymore and he always seems to be gone when I call." There was a moment of silence, before some tears started to fall. "I-I miss him."
Loid leapt out of his seat, hesitating for only a moment as he wondered whether it was his place to help, before rushing over to her side. He wrapped his arms around her, both of them tensing for half a second before relaxing. "Yor," Loid began, "I'm sorry if I've gotten between you and Yuri. If you want, Yor, I can find and talk to him."
She shook her head, still staring into her cup as she said, "This is something that I need to talk with him about." They stayed in that position for a while, before she spoke up, a small smile on her face. "But thank you for offering, Loid."
Loid sat down next to her, carefully daring to place an arm over her shoulders. They sat in a comfortable silence, simply taking in the other's company as they finished their drinks. "Yor . . . thank you. For everything." There was a small pause, before he continued, "I'm glad that I met you." That wasn't enough; Loid knew what he really wanted to say but didn't actually have the strength to say : I love you.
Yor smiled, reaching up and grabbing his hand, "I'm glad that I met you too, Loid. You and Anya have made my life more worth living." There was another moment of comfortable silence, before Yor stood up, followed by Loid. "Loid, go ahead and go to bed. I have some stuff to do for work, so I'll clean up all of this."
Loid glanced around him, before nodding slowly. "If that's what you want Yor. Goodnight."
X X X (Later that Night)
Yor stood at attention in front of the Shopkeeper, in full 'Princess Thorn' attire as she listened to him speak. "Princess Thorn, this target might be the most difficult one you've taken down ever." Yor straightened up, her eyebrows arching as he continued, "You're aiming for a high-up spy from Westalia, a part of their intelligence organization known as WISE. He's a master of disguise, being able to imitate almost anyone, and is also very able in combat situations, already having disrupted a couple operations under our guidance, despite heavy guards."
Yor frowned, asking, "If he's such a master of disguise, how do you expect me to find him?"
The Shopkeeper smiled, tapping his nose. "WISE fancies itself as an impregnable organization, but within any group, there always exists a weak link." Yor nodded, understanding, but the man continued, seemingly not noticing her motion, "We've done some poking, and we've found that weak link, and then they found others - all willing to give Twilight some false leads on your location."
Yor tensed, taking a sharp breath before she carefully released it. "He's targeting me?"
Shopkeeper nodded his head solemnly, "It was necessary to draw out this danger to our country's peace and prosperity. And other than you, there was no one else we could place a target on that was capable enough to warrant Twilight and defend yourself from him."
Yor frowned deeply, staring Shopkeeper in the eyes. "I-" She stopped, before shaking her head, "Nevermind. Go ahead, Shopkeeper."
Shopkeeper's eyebrow arched, but he continued, "As far as he'll be aware, you'll be assassinating a target Tuesday night, 10:00 PM on the 7th Floor of The Promenade." Yor nodded again. "You will, of course, be there, but you'll be stationed in the Floor's hallway, waiting for anyone that stands out to you as suspicious."
She hummed lowly, before pointing out, "But as you said, he's a master of disguise - how am I supposed to find him suspicious if he's acting normally?"
"Our friends within the Secret Police have interrogated a few of his contacts, and they've all said that his movements were smooth and perfectly fitted his role - almost too perfectly. If you see an old man acting just as feeble as he seems, or a young man that is perfectly energetic, that may be him."
You realize how little that narrows anything down, right? Yor closed her eyes, before nodding slowly.
"Not to mention that we'll make sure that no one else can book themselves on that floor, so he'd be the only one that shows up."
You couldn't have just said that? Yor nodded once more, ignoring her spike of slight irritation.
"Once you find him, your mission is to take him down - either by killing or incapacitating him, it doesn't particularly matter to me. If you somehow do manage to capture him alive, bring him in. I'd like to ask him a few questions."
Yor nodded, her face blank as she spoke. "I understand. Mission accepted."
Shopkeeper shook his head, "This was never an optional mission for you, Thorn Princess. It's a necessary task that we can only give to you." There was a moment of silence before he continued, "I can only wish you luck, Thorn Princess. This may be your most difficult mission yet, but the very fate of our beautiful nation rests on its result."
Yor nodded. "Understood."
X X X (The Next Morning)
Twilight frowned as he stood at Franky's stand. "You're sure this information is valid?"
Franky stared at him in shock and yelled, "You've never questioned any of my info before! Why start now?!" Twilight just stared at him with a deadpan expression, so Franky sighed, "Listen, I got it from an agent at WISE who's never let me down before. They were the ones to give me some information on that smuggling ring we bus-"
"The one where there were more gunmen than we knew about? That almost seriously injured me and you? That . . . Do I need to go on, Franky?"
Franky rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Yeah, well . . . besides that minor stuff, the information was right for the most part. I mean, the stuff was being moved at that time, in that exact location, right?"
Twilight nodded hesitantly, "I suppose that's true. But . . ." I have a bad feeling in my gut about this. And my gut isn't normally wrong. He shook his head, clearing those thoughts away. I'm letting my anxieties get the best of me. "Nevermind. I guess I'm going to the Promenade tonight."
Franky nodded, "Yeah. Do you want any help for this mission?"
Twilight shook his head, "No. She'd probably rip you in half."
His informant comedically fell over muttering, "Shock . . . Rip me . . . in . . . half." Twilight stared at him as he twitched on his stand, before he finally got back up. "I . . . I guess I'll stay put."
"Actually, Yor said that she had something to do tomorrow night as well. Do you think that you could babysit Anya for us?"
"Your demon child?!" Twilight glared at Franky, who quickly backtracked, "I mean . . . fine. I'll babysit your . . . special child."
Twilight let a smile form on his face as he turned away from the stand. "Thank you, Franky. I'll make sure that she doesn't stay up all night for you." He took a step, before calling out, "Just bring some peanuts for her, and you'll be fine." A good bit of advice when dealing with an upset Anya, Twilight thought to himself.
He left to the sounds of Franky despairing behind him.
X X X (The Next Morning)
Anya Forger stared into her breakfast as her father and mother ate normally, though nothing was wrong with the meal itself (it was made by her Papa after all), but rather because-
I'm a bit worried about dealing with Twilight tonight . . . I don't even know if I will make it back- No! Don't think like that Yor! You'll come back to Loid and Miss Anya alive!
Hmm . . . I may be a little out of my depth. A trained assassin, apparently dangerous enough to leave no highly trained agents alive, against a spy that hasn't seen serious combat in months . . . Hello anxiety, my old friend.
Anya's parents had been projecting their own worried thoughts into the air around them. All. Morning. Long. "Miss Anya, are you okay? You haven't touched your breakfast yet." And I wasn't even the one to cook it.
Anya jumped a little at her Mama's question, before stammering as she came up with an excuse, "Anya . . . Anya is, uh . . . Anya is wanting to . . . study! Yes, Anya is wanting to study!" She immediately knew that she'd made a mistake when both her parents looked at her in worry.
She's never wanted to study before, even with me . . . is she feeling sick? Her Papa's thoughts invaded her mind.
What's come over Anya? Usually she'd do anything to avoid studying . . .
Crap! Anya messed up! Anya rapidly searched her mind to set both her parents' minds at ease, before blurting out, "Anya wants to study how to be a spy . . . like Bondman!" This set both her parents at ease, Success! Anya deflected attention like a true spy!
Her Papa sighed, sitting back in his seat as her Mama asked, "Let's do that tomorrow, okay Anya?" Anya smiled and nodded vigorously, before going back to her sandwich and beginning the long process of eating it.
Meanwhile, she listened to the conversation going on between her parents. "Anyways, I'm going to have to head out tomorrow night too, Yor."
"Oh no! What for?"
He shrugged, "I was called by a patient who was feeling uncomfortable with the idea of going into the hospital, so I'm going on a house visit. I went ahead and asked Franky to come babysit for Anya."
At this point Anya looked up from her meal and shouted, "Yay! Unke Scruffy-Head!"
In response, she felt her Papa's hand rub her head softly, "Yes, but you're not going to stay up late or cause too much trouble for him like last time, right Anya?"
"Anya makes no promises." Her Papa frowned and gave her a look. "Anya makes no promises."
"A-Anyways," Yor began, changing the topic, "I was thinking that maybe we could all go out after Eden's classes end tomorrow. Get something to eat, go to the park, or just take Bond on a long walk." I just need something to keep me motivated past tonight.
"I agree. That sounds like an excellent idea, Yor!" I can't lose tonight - I need to come home and be with my family!
Anya's eyes were wide as she rapidly looked between her Mama and Papa. Mama's gonna kill Papa. Anya must protect the peace! "Mama . . . don't kill Papa."
"What?!" Mama and Papa yelled in unison. "We aren't going to kill each other."
" . . . Good."
". . . Why . . . Why did you think that we were going to kill each other?"
". . . Anya saw it on TV." She would have to sacrifice some of her TV time, but she would manage without it to protect the peace.
X X X (Later that Night)
Twilight stepped quietly into the abandoned hallways of the 11th Floor of The Promenade, trying very hard to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest as he did so. Something about this feels off . . . there should be someone here, guarding her target, but the halls are empty. It's almost like I'm too late or-
"Agent Twilight."
It's a trap. Because of course it is.
As Twilight turned, Thorn Princess continued, "May I have the honor . . . of taking your life?"
It can't be . . . "Yor?!" Twilight called out in shock, taking a shock-filled step back. "Wh-"
"How do you know my name, you scum?"
Why doesn't she- Oh, the mask! Twilight tore off the rubbery old-man mask, shouting, "Wait, Yor! It's me! Loid!"
He knew that he'd made a mistake when her eyes narrowed and she sharply looked down, "Clearly, you've done your research on me and my life, Twilight." Suddenly, her head snapped back up, a fire burning within them as she said, gradually getting louder, "But if you value your life, you'll keep my husband's face out of this!"
Before Twilight could get another word in, he desperately moved his arms up into a guard as she rained a flurry of blows upon him. I thought fighting her drunk was hard, but- he ducked under a lightning-fast high kick from his wife -this is nearly impossible! Noticing that her blows started to come with only a single fist, he dove to the side, narrowly dodging one of her golden needles. Fluidly recovering, he grabbed a side table as he rose, before chucking it directly at Thorn Princess' head.
She closed the distance, ducking under it and sweeping his legs out from under him. She swung her remaining needle down onto his chest, but he managed to kick the needle away before she could finish the fight. Using her surprise against her, Twilight flipped off his hands away from the antagonistic embrace of his wife, landing a fair distance away. "Listen, this is all one huge misunderstanding, Yo-"
"Shut up!" The assassin lunged forward once more, throwing her fists in a blink of the eye, barely giving him enough time to put up another guard. She rapidly swung at him, her fists flying wide at his guard.
It's almost . . . predictable. Her left fist should hit . . . now. Faster than he expected, Twilight moved his hand in the path of her fist, catching it. He pulled the arm closer, hoping to wrap his arms around her and contain her, but she used his added momentum to slam her free fist into his gut. That's my reward for not trusting it earlier, I guess. He stumbled back, and Thorn Princess took the opportunity to rush his position, slamming into him and knocking him back again. Damn it! I'm good- He jumped up, crossing his arms over his chest and blocking her charge into him, before throwing her towards the wall -but I'm a spy, not a soldier.
Thorn Princess launched herself off the wall, bouncing from wall to wall as he hastened to keep his eyes tracking her movement, which blurred and warped as she went. Suddenly, the blur twisted around to face him, and he waited for a half second, before turning, reaching out, and plucking the blur out of the air and throwing her to the side. And yet, the woman simply bounced off the wall again, this time at his unprotected back, slamming into him and launching him into the wall.
He burst through the wall and for a solid dozen seconds, he saw nothing but stars, until they eventually faded away, leaving a woman in black stalking towards him. Groggily, he stood- I'm fighting her, right? I don't know - maybe - and sent a slow kick towards her head. Not moving her eyes away from him, she caught his leg in her grip and tightened, but all he felt was a dull throb emanating from his leg before she let it go. However, when he tried to put weight back on it, he collapsed like a sack of potatoes as the dull throb became a sudden spike. Is it broken? I . . . I can't quite tell.
He stared at the woman as she approached, her golden needles twirling in hand, until she stood above him, her gaze burning holes into his soul. "Any last words, Twilight?"
Twilight? Is that me? He shook his head, trying his hardest to remember, before opening his mouth. ". . ." Nothing came out for several seconds, and he began to panic before blurting out, "Tell Anya that I hid the peanuts in her bookshelf!"
". . ."
". . ."
". . . What?" The murderous aura surrounding the woman dissipated as she tilted her head.
Again, there were a few moments where his mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but thankfully he didn't just blurt out a random phrase when he could finally speak, "I didn't want Anya to . . . to find where I keep the special peanuts I give her after a . . . a good test score, so I . . . I hid them behind all her school workbooks." He went silent for a while, his head wobbling slightly as he tried to speak again, but once more, he couldn't force his mouth to form the words immediately. What's going on with me? Again, after a few moments, the words came flowing out of his mouth, "If you're going to kill . . . kill me, I want her to know that I . . . I cared."
Yor placed her hands over her mouth as she stared down at him in total shock. "Loid?!"
Loid? Is that me, or is it Twilight? He shook his head before focusing back on her. "I . . . I think so? Everything's a little fuzzy up . . . up here," he pointed to his head.
Yor gave him a careful glance, before gently tugging on his chin for some reason, but she seemed satisfied with the results and so Loid . . . Twilight . . . he didn't mention it. Suddenly, Yor yelped, turning red as she jumped back from him. "I . . . I almost killed you! And . . . and you're Twilight?! And . . . neither of us recognized this?" She gestured between the two of them before pressing her hands against her temples and shaking her head in disbelief. "It's so much to take in!" She looked back to him . . . only to find him staring at her with a dumb smile and his head growing increasingly wobbly the more time they wasted. "Oh you're still injured! We need to get you to the hospital!" She rushed forward, lifting him up carefully in a fireman's carry as she muttered, "We'll talk about this after you're taken care of, Loid."
He smiled from his position across her shoulders, quietly muttering, "I'm glad I fell in . . . in love with such a kind woman." Although there was a hitch in Yor's step and her cheeks turned the color of red wine, Loid missed all of it in his strange state of delirium.
X X X (The Next Day)
Yor fell down heavily into a chair at Loid's bedside, letting out a heavy sigh as she returned to her new favorite activity : staring at her husband and hoping that he'd wake. Thus far, her sheer force of will wasn't enough to wake him, but that wasn't going to stop her. As she sat, she couldn't get what he'd muttered out of her mind, "I'm glad I fell in love with such a kind woman." The words had echoed within the confines of her mind ever since he'd said them, and she couldn't help but repeating it to herself out loud a couple of times since.
Still . . . she couldn't quite force herself to believe it. I know that I'm okay at cleaning and I'm not terrible with Anya, but I can't do anything else really. I can't cook anything, I can't dress myself up like someone like Camilla or even Fiona, and I can't even bring myself to kiss him, drunk or sober! Not only that, but I can't even touch him without turning as red as a stoplight! Yor sighed, slumping down in her seat and placing her head in her hands as she groaned.
"Are you okay, Yor?" She startled, lifting her face away from her hands and staring at her awakened husband.
"Loid!" Yor jumped up and moved closer to her husband's face, looking him over closely. "The real question is if you're okay?"
He nodded, waving her off as he said, "Of course. A concussion and broken leg is nothing for someone like you and I."
Yor stilled for a second, frowning as she stated, "So . . . you remember." He nodded. "Everything?" He hesitated for a second before reluctantly nodding. "Oh," Yor said softly, "So was it all a lie? Anya, your job, your late wife, even your name? Everything that I 'know' about you?"
Loid sighed, rubbing a hand against his face and holding it there as he said, "It started that way." She hummed but didn't say anything, so Loid explained further, "A lot of my background that I've told you was a lie - I have no ex-wife, Anya isn't my biological daughter, and my real name isn't Loid Forger. And I admit that I tried to put together a family with you and Anya in order to fulfill a mission, but," he took a deep breath and released it, before continuing, "as I spent more time around you both, the less it felt like a mask or a role I was playing. It felt real. I became Loid Forger, and you both became my family, who I loved."
Yor blushed heavily, before asking, "Then . . . what you said yesterday night . . . that you were happy that-"
"-I fell in love with such a kind woman. Yeah. I remember that." Loid was blushing almost as much as Yor was as he confirmed, "And . . . I meant it."
"Then, you . . . love me?" He nodded, and Yor somehow flushed even more, before she slapped her face. Focus, Yor! "Wait! I still have some questions."
Loid nodded, schooling his features, "Of course. I'll answer them as best as I can, Yor."
"Thank you." Yor waited for a moment to calm her mind and organize her thoughts, before asking, "So, what's this mission that you put us together for?"
Loid took a quick look around them and opened his mouth, taking a deep breath, before quietly beginning his explanation. "Operation Strix is a covert operation meant to preserve the peace between Ostania and Westalis by getting close to and convincing Donovan Desmond to disband or disarm the Nationalist Party. However, he only shows himself at high-profile social gatherings at Eden Academy, mostly that of the Imperial Scholars, so I'd need a child who could get into Eden and the ranks of the Imperial Scholars, along with a wife who could help us through the admissions process."
Yor frowned as something poked at the back of her memory, asking, "But when you walked out of the interview, wouldn't that have ruined the mission?" Loid nodded. "Then why did you?"
Loid shrugged, "I wasn't entirely sure at the time, but I was already feeling pretty connected to you both, so I was a bit protective. That subconsciously overrode my mission."
Yor smiled as her face warmed up a little, before she gasped, "So you didn't actually do it to kill the mosquito?"
Loid stared at her blankly, "No. I was going to punch Mr. Swan."
"Oh." Yor looked down, embarrassed at her naivety, before she shook her head and attempted to change the subject, "So, are all your 'coworkers' from the hospital really spies?"
"Yeah. Well, most of them, anyways."
"So Fiona and Sylvia are both spies?" Loid nodded, so she continued, "Why didn't you use someone like them as your wife?"
He rubbed at his face as he let out a sigh, before stating, "I was going to, but a lot of our spies had been taken in by the Secret Police at that point and I couldn't find a good match among those remaining."
Yor cupped her chin, nodding slowly, before asking, "So, why me?"
Loid let out a small chuckle, "Well you proposed first, so . . ."
I ddi! I totally forgot! Yor, blushing, shook her head, "That doesn't matter!"
The small chuckle turned into a short laugh as Loid acquiesced, "Well . . . the first thing that really caught my attention about you was your grace - you just snuck up behind me without even trying. Then, I turned around and actually saw you standing there, beautiful, and you were eager for me to pretend to be your boyfriend, so I accepted."
Again, Yor blushed before schooling her features and asking, "And Anya?"
Loid sighed, "She tricked me." When Yor gave him an odd look, he continued, "When I met her, she somehow filled out a full crossword puzzle that should have been almost impossible for someone her age. I adopted her on the spot, but later on, I realized that she isn't an academic wiz." He smiled fondly as he shrugged, "Still, she's . . . well, Anya."
Such a good dad! Yor smiled fondly as she looked at him fail to describe their daughter, before stating. "Alright. That's all I'll ask you today, Loid."
Loid let out a small chuckle and jokingly said, "Thank goodness, that was the hardest interrogation that I've ever gone through in a while." Carefully, Yor gently slapped his arm. He continued smiling, but as a nurse moved past them, his smile grew tighter and his eyes dimmed slightly. However, as soon as the nurse left their vicinity, Loid relaxed, his features practically melting off his face, before saying, "Seriously though, thank you for being understanding, Yor."
He's thanking me?! She shook her head rapidly, "It's no problem, Loid!" There was a small pause, before she suddenly asked, "Do you have any questions? F-for me, I mean."
Loid shrugged, "Unless you have anything to tell me, besides the obvious." After a moment, she shook her head slowly. "Well then, I don't have any."
Yor smiled, before asking, "Do you need anything, Loid?"
He nodded and smiled gratefully before stating, "If it wouldn't kill you to just get me a sandwich." He paused for a second before adding sheepishly, " I forgot to eat dinner yesterday, and I haven't exactly eaten anything since."
Yor nodded, hesitating, before leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. Why did I do that?! She mentally panicked, before moving out the door rapidly and shouting, "I'msorryIdon'tknowwhatcameoverme!"
X X X (Later that Week)
Handler knew that she was going to leave the hospital disappointed when she saw Twilight sitting there in a hospital bed, a cast over his right leg. "Dr. Forger! What happened?" Twilight. Mission Report.
He nervously rubbed the back of his head, "Your boyfriend got a little violent, but this isn't anything major. He did tell me something really interesting though, Ms. Sherwood." Thorn Princess and I fought, but that's the least of our worries. She told me something much more important than something like this.
Handler's eyebrow rose slightly. "What did he say, Dr. Forger? Did it have to do with me?" What did she say? Is it about WISE?
Twilight nodded solemnly, "He told me that you don't wash your armpits - and that everyone can smell it besides you." WISE has turncoats that you don't know about. They're giving inside information to other organizations other than WISE.
Handler took a step back, her raised eyebrow joined by the other as she yelled, "Impossible! I'd know about that!"
He shot her a sharp look. "There's no need to shout, Sylvia. You may say something you might regret." Calm down, Handler. You could let something important slip. She did so, and he continued, "With that, I'd request that you please keep your distance from me until you're able to clean that up." Don't give me any multi-person missions until you've cleared out the spies.
She let out a quick gasp, before stepping closer, her fist clenching as she said, "You . . . you can't do that! We need you!"
Twilight hit her with a quick glare, which stopped her in her tracks, before coldly saying, "It's not safe for my family or career to be surrounded by such a stink." We can't put Operation Strix in jeopardy because of those spies.
"But . . ." She paused her arguments as a thought struck her - He used both terms. Once would be acceptable if he meant one, but . . . She smirked, all the hostility fleeing from her body as she acquiesced, "Alright. I suppose I can wish you luck in both, Dr. Forger." Request permitted, Twilight. She began to pull out of the room, before remarking, "I hope that you can bear to put up with me once I wash myself." I hope you're not getting too attached that you can't go on missions.
He smirked and called after her, "Don't worry, Sylvia. I'm a professional."
As Handler walked out of the room, she couldn't help but shake her head. Good luck, Twilight. You're gonna need it.
X X X
A/N : HOLY CRAP! I don't know how in the world some people are able to somehow write chapters that are 10,000+ word chapters. This is about 6,000 (minus the A/Ns), and it took me a solid week while not doing anything else, along with being almost physically grueling! And then you have that one fanfic that is over 4,000,000 words . . . woof.
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