I wanted you to be with me
For so long I don't even know why now
But now that I've given up on you
Defiantly you see me

Walking away I see the pain
You put me through
Lost in your game to change the same
Forever gone, forever you

There's something very wrong about this
I think you knew all along somehow
You'll only take me to change my mind
And leave me broken and defeated

So far away I see the truth
I see through you
Now that I know the way you play
I don't want to

Walking away I see the pain
You put me through
Lost in your game to change the same
Forever gone, forever you

Evanescence- "Forever Gone Forever You"

Julian felt odd as he quickly suited up in Delta Red fatigues. The closest he'd ever come to this was suiting up for his time with Shadowlaw. But they had to get him out of MI-6 headquarters without being seen as Julian Marquez.

By the time his meeting with his father and Colonel Wolfman ended, Wagner had taken Cammy home. He was right though, he'd caused a miscarriage. Just another mistake to add to the list. Another occurrence to further damn him. He'd made Colonel Wolfman swear to tell Cammy he was sorry, sorry for everything. To beg for her forgiveness. When he'd asked for her forgiveness before it was for doing nothing to help her. This time it was for doing everything to hurt her. He only hoped she'd grant it and that she'd be okay.

'Julian Marquez' was being delivered to the United States in a pine box for his second fake burial in two weeks. And he was now Father Julian Marquez, serving the Lord in Osaka, Japan of all places. When he wasn't performing priestly duties with an actual priest disguised as a deacon behind him, he'd be searching every known angle in hopes of finding Dorian. The Catholic Church was all too happy to hide Julian from the terrorist organization Shadowlaw, anything to protect a brother in Christ. But they didn't know of his record in the United States and hopefully wouldn't ever find out. His father had hidden Julian's past well in the few hours he had to do so.

It was odd parting from his father on good terms. It had never happened before. They were fighting for a common good now, to save his son. Julian had to admit to himself that his father wasn't to blame for all of the bad things he'd done. But Dorian was entirely innocent, a total victim to the sins of his father. Julian vowed to set it straight, set everything straight, and finally have the life he'd always dreamed of.

In one instant Cranky realized what an idiot he'd been. In the same instant his newfound guilt melted away and he was justified. His anger fumed as he stormed from Cammy's apartment building and down the empty street.

Cranky had gently pulled Juli from his embrace before he left her the moment she fell asleep. He felt like shit. He'd cheated, he'd done what he always did. He'd seen what he wanted and went for it instantly without regard to anything or anyone else. Juli was innocent and sweet, but daring and adventurous. Her eyes ate away at life taking in everything they could. She was so alive and he'd wanted that, Cammy be damned wherever she was at.

But after the deed was done and Cranky had the time to think about things. He felt horrible, remembering his promise to wait to speak to Cammy, remembering that she was the equivalent to a POW, fighting the shit he brought up. That she was more than likely suffering at the very moment he was having sex with Juli. When he saw the ticker at the bottom of the news channel say that a female military personnel had been retrieved and the captors killed in the rescue, he'd leapt out of his barstool.

It was Cammy, she was okay and all he wanted to do was see her, touch her. He'd grabbed a business card from a corkboard and scribbled a note for her before he ran from the bar towards Cammy's apartment, only stopping to pick some flowers out of someone's yard. He'd been so happy, so hopeful she was okay, his encounter with Juli already far in the back of his mind.

Then that prick answered the door. Cammy's new lover had seen him in his most vulnerable state ever. He'd seen Cranky unguarded, excited, dare he say, in love. Cranky only wished he hadn't dropped the flowers…the note. But it was too late now. Maybe it would make her feel the guilt he had felt. Maybe not.

But either way all past notions were gone. He had Juli now, someone pure, someone for him alone, and Cammy was just another whore.

Cammy could hear her own hair tearing as she did her best to run a brush though the dried tangles. It was hard but eventually she smoothed her hair out without loosing too much of it in the process. Cammy sighed and bit her lower lip. Wagner was right about everything he said, but that didn't change the loss. She thought back to the last couple of weeks and knew Cranky had to have been the father. She had been so careful with any other men, she'd held back that one thing. Cranky was different. He intoxicated her for some reason, it was like there was still so much about him to figure out, but at the same time he was like home to her. Something familiar, something loving. Cammy threw on an oversized t-shirt and panties and went to join Wagner for some coffee. He was waiting at the kitchen table. He spoke.

"You already look better."

"I feel better."

Cammy looked on the table and saw a bouquet of camellias.

"Wagner, where'd these come from?"

"Oh, some red head guy delivered them a little bit ago. He was really rude, said something about fucking knowing then threw the flowers on the floor, I don't remember really. I didn't think delivery guys came this late anyway."

Cammy hardly heard anything Wagner said past 'red head guy' as she grabbed the card from the bouquet and read the neat script handwriting:

"I don't know how to knit, I hope these will do. Love- Cranky"

She pulled her hand to her mouth and dropped the card on the table. It was Cranky and obviously he'd assumed Wagner was someone he wasn't. For a second Cammy wanted to say good riddance to him if he was so quick to assume something like that about her. But then that part of her she'd never understood before kicked in and made sense. She didn't want to lose him over some misunderstanding. She didn't want to lose him over nothing. It was petty. She wanted him, all of him.

"Wagner, where'd he go?"

"I don't know…he ran off all angry. Cammy, who was he?"

She looked him in the eye and it was as if that one look told Wagner everything he needed to know. He nodded and Cammy turned to dart for the street. Wagner called after her.

"Cammy!…"

She turned and he handed her his coat, the one that had belonged to his father.

"… it's cold out. Go get him."