Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need you to go

Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay

Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need to be alone

I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away
I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away

With no apologies.

Linkin Park – "Don't Stay"

Cammy stood there for a long moment staring at the unmoving Julian. There was no doubt it was him, but he was supposed to be dead. Dead men couldn't have face offs with people. This wasn't a dream like the ones with Vega; that much she knew. He was really standing right in front of her. She spoke, her voice shaky.

"J-Julian?"

He didn't answer her, but he did shift positions a little, changing from a two handed to a one handed grip. She spoke again, her guns remaining aimed back at him.

"I thought you were dead."

He answered her, his gruff voice ringing in her ears.

"Do I look dead?"

She let her face soften almost forgetting the position she was in. Relief flooded her as she spoke.

"What are you doing here?"

"My job. What are you doing here?"

Realization hit Cammy. Julian had joined up with Shadowlaw again to get out of prison. He'd traded one hell for another. But why? Cammy answered Julian's previous question.

"I'm doing my job and it's to stop whatever you're doing here."

"Then it looks like we got a problem."

"Yeah, looks like it."

Another painful moment of silence came over them as they remained in a stand off. Cammy had two guns to Julian's one, but she knew he was probably faster than her. A fact she was happy that he didn't know. She had to get all the information from him she could.

"Is Bison here?"

Julian seemed appalled.

"No…this has nothing to do with Shadowlaw. You really think I'd join up with the fucks that killed my son?"

"You don't seem to be doing anything that was in your old character."

"Because I choose not to rot in prison?"

Cammy felt guilty suddenly. She had never really gotten over the feeling that Julian's entire situation was her own fault. She had a big choice to make. This wasn't Shadowlaw here. It wouldn't be the first time they'd been wrong. But she could have sworn this compound fit their MO. Julian was telling the truth. He would have never had anything to do with Shadowlaw. So Cammy made a choice. She spoke.

"You've saved my life countless times. I'm just going to walk away and pretend I haven't seen you."

With that, Cammy clicked the safety on the Brownings into place and holstered them as she turned to walk away. She heard a click behind her. Julian must have done the same. She turned to say goodbye only to find his gun still aimed at her. He'd clicked his own safety off. He spoke.

"On your knees facing the wall."

"What?"

He yelled as he came towards her with his gun at her head.

"On your knees facing the fucking wall! Lace your hands on top of your head and cross your ankles over each other!"

Cammy did what Julian asked in a moment of shock before everything went black as the butt of Julian's gun connected with her head.

Everything that possibly could have gone wrong, in fact, had. Wolfman looked at himself in the men's bathroom mirror, reveling in the rare moment he had gained for himself. Since returning from the horrible failed mission, one member short, he hadn't had one free moment. Not one second where he wasn't being questioned or accused of being brash or reprimanded. Not one free second to let all of this sink in. He felt as if he was going insane with guilt and his superiors at MI-6 wouldn't give him five damn minutes to deal with that fact. It's why he'd excused himself to the bathroom.

Cammy was gone. Just gone. No sign of a struggle, no clue whatsoever as to what happened to her. Wolfman knew the call from Colonel Guile would come shortly and he'd have to tell him that Cammy was MIA. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he'd failed as a leader. He'd failed MI-6, his team, he had failed Cammy. He had been sure that Shadowlaw had been behind all of these smaller groups' activities. Hell, with the information gained from Craig Crankurt and Juli, he was still not so sure he was wrong. But everything pointed to him being wrong. The most catastrophic hunch of his military career.

His laughter filled her hears, making her heart burn even more than it already did. Cammy hated this more than when he spoke. This cut her deep. At least in speaking Vega was somewhat civilized and she could retort. But this, this was an all out assault she couldn't defend herself against. Vega's laughter was saying what a thousand words couldn't begin to express. He felt as if he'd won. Even dead he was delusional. Cammy yelled.

"Won't you just shut up?"

Vega stifled his laughter with an embroidered handkerchief. His face was still amused and Cammy could still hear the stray giggle escape his throat. His face looked like one of a child who knew something you didn't know. Vega took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I am truly sorry my love. I must catch my breath. I swear, you could kill a man."

"I don't know why you think this is so funny."

"Betrayal, my dear. Oh, how would you put it...ummm…Karma, a does of your own medicine."

"And who have I betrayed aside from you….since you don't really count."

"Ouch."

"Save it Vega. Answer the question."

"Well aside from yourself…the very same man who just betrayed you."

"I've betrayed Julian?"

"Yes, long before now. Like me he trusted in your beautiful face, your good intentions. Unlike me however, he was not able to discern between the two. You are getting what you deserve."

"No, I spoke to him about all of this before I left for London. About his son. He understands that it just happened and it's no ones fault except for Shadowlaw's."

"Word, words. They were just words. You of all people should understand that what one says and what that same one actually feels can, and often are two completely different things."

Cammy was stunned. Could this be true or was she just psyching herself out? Vega strode towards her and placed his hands on her stomach.

"You lie to even yourself Camilla. You try to deny the truth because it is easier that way. Some things cannot be hidden away forever. And soon, you are going to have to stop betraying yourself and face that cold, hard truth. It is inevitable."

Vega squeezed her stomach hard and the pain shot through her body.

Cammy snapped awake, swearing she could still feel Vega's hands on her stomach and a dulling pain. She pushed the dream to the back of her mind and surveyed her surroundings. She was in a cell not too much unlike many she'd seen in her life time except for one, helpful difference; a wooden door. She could easily break through it and be out of here. Wherever the 'here' Julian had taken her to could be. It was almost surreal to think that Julian had actually done what he did. Was it just a dream? She couldn't do this right now. Right now she needed to get out of here.

Cammy pulled herself to standing, using the wall for support. Immediately she doubled over as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She fell to her knees her eyes squeezed shut in pain. What the hell was happening to her? She had to hold that thought as the door to the room opened and Julian stepped in, shutting the door behind him. Julian stooped above her. Normally in a situation like this, Cammy would stand and at least attempt to hold her own. But with the strange pain, it was risky. So she sat back against the wall, keeping her face still, hiding the fading pain. Julian pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and gestured them towards her in an offering. She shook her head no before she spoke.

"Don't even try to play good cop with me now."

Julian pulled a cigarette out of the pack and lit it, inhaling the smoke. He spoke as he exhaled.

"If you think I'm the good cop, you've got a lot to learn."