Chapter 6.

The next morning Katie woke up first. She managed to move out of his arms, no matter how much she would rather stay. He was warm, safe, and it just felt good.

She simply watched him sleep before wondering into his bathroom. She really was not sure what towels to use, so she thought she just would not use any. This thought was firmly planted into her mind until she turned around. He was standing in the doorway with a set.

"Marcus, you scared me." She smiled after jumping a bit.

"I was worried something had happened to you," he said while handing the towels to her.

"Thanks." She smiled while studying his form. He looked so different, and it still shocked her. He looked loving and caring but still held the roughness about him. "But I don't think much would be able to happen from the bed to the bathroom."

He snarled, nodded shortly, and turned to leave her be. "Marcus?" She called after him.

"Hm?" He turned.

She watched him turn, a little bit irritated, and it was adorable (well at least to her). She laughed and ran to him before jumping into his arms and kissing him. After a rather long and passionate kiss, they pulled apart. "Good morning," she mumbled happily, and with that she turned and went to the bathroom. She slowly shut the door and smiled.

Marcus on the other hand just watched her go into the washroom. Most of him wanted to barge in there and pin her against a wall, but his heart was the only thing that stopped him. He had a mental fight, and he cursed under his breathe.

Once Katie had finished with her shower, she dried herself off and got dressed. She walked out into the kitchen, and she watched Marcus for a moment. He didn't notice her for a few moments. He managed to curse at himself for about a minute more before she lost control and started to laugh. He looked up at her and glared.

"What the bloody hell is so funny?" He snarled at her, which somehow caused her to laugh even more.

His look was mixed between a glare and great puzzlement. He looked back down as he started to mess with something in the kitchen. He somehow managed to drop something onto the floor and started to yell at it. Katie sighed, in an attempt to hide her laugh, and walked up to the kitchen and gently took his arm. He tried to pull away, but she managed to keep a tight grip on it.

The look he gave her should have scared her, but for some reason it didn't. She yanked his arm and caused him to stumble forward a bit. She managed to get him out of the kitchen and into the living room. He slumped down onto the couch whilst still cursing under his breath.

"Marcus, will you shut the bloody hell up? Cursing at things isn't going to get you anywhere," she said with a helpful smiled before turning and walking into the kitchen. She started to clean up the mess he had made and grabbed two apples.

He sat with his arms crossed glaring at her as she walked up to the couch and satt next to him. She handed him an apple. He took it but didn't eat.

"I was trying to make breakfast," he muttered.

"You should know that I can't eat much in the morning," she kissed his check before continuing, "I feel sick if I eat to much."

He looked up a bit disappointed. "Oh."

"But it's very nice." She smiled while reaching up and messing with his hair a bit. "And I've got to go." She kissed him on the cheek.

He looked over at her with an even more disappointed look, but nodded.

"I'll be back in a few days." She smiled lightly and played with his hair again.

"I know," he snapped. He really was bad with this part of life.

"You're not going to lose me," she answered the worried question that he would never express.

He nodded and got up to go into the washroom. She sighed while watching him. After a few moments, she grabbed her bag and broom.

"IRELAND TRAINING GROUND," She yelled after throwing some Floo Powder into the fireplace. When she stopped in her grate, she found herself facing Troy.

"Katie!" He laughed and hugged her. "Where the bloody have you been? We got a letter from Mrs. Wood, and she worried sick about you."

"Well, let's just say that I'm not staying with them right now," she said with a weak smile. "Oliver is engaged to that tart Sara Waters."

"Oh," Troy hugged her again. "Come on to training. Do you have somewhere to go for Christmas?"

"A nice place." She answered with a bit of a sheepish grin.

"I'll let Rachael ask you about it." He laughed and played with her hair.

"Back off Troy." She laughed.

Well... so much for actually training. There was no possible way to train that day with how cold it was. If they had gone outside, they would have turned into ice cubes.

"Katie, you can go home if you want to," Troy said while looking up at her the next day.

"I think I will." She smiled. "I've got a friend who needs me."

Rachael giggled and looked over at her with a knowing look. "We'll see you on the 27th?"

"I thought it was the 26th?" Katie asked.

"Make it the 27th to the 31st." Troy smiled. "I think we are going to take off on the 1st for the month."

"Troy take off today, I can train on my own for the holiday." She laughed at Rachael's greatful look. "Honestly, Troy, I'm staying with a Falcon for the holiday, and I'm sure he would be more then happy to help me, and I can call on Alec—"

"Alec actually is off somewhere as well. He and Abby ran off for a bit." Rachael cut in.

"Well, if it really comes down to it, I can call Baker." She laughed. "But I think Marcus can help."

"Marcus?" Troy raised an eyebrow at her. "Flint?"

"Yes." Katie answered.

"Your living with Flint?" He looked down right shocked.

"Yes." She answered with a smile. "He is a good chap. If I don't feel safe, I have places to go and quite a few of them."

"You can stay here. We wont be here, but we'll leave you a key. You could always floo somewhere near by." Troy got up and got a key handing it to her.

"Thanks." She smiled and went into the guest room and got her things together. "I'll see you both in the summer."

"Thanks, Katie." Rachael whispered hugging her.

Troy hugged her and messed with her hair a bit more. "I swear you are worse then my brother was," she said and promptly looked shocked that those words actually came out.

"Well, you'll learn to deal." He answered.

Katie got into the fireplace. "MARCUS FLINT'S FLAT," and she was gone in a flash of green light.