Authors Note: Just a quick disclaimer. If that title is the actual title of the song (You'll know what title I'm talking about when you see it Italiaized.) , I didn't mean for it to be like that. I was just trying to come up with a label for the cassete, that does not mean that is the name of the song, Im leaving that up for interpretation, it's just a label.

March 1, 1981

"Die Landebahn" CIA Safe House E9, West Berlin

"Sure you don't wanna come with us, Bell?" Mason teased.

"What, and sing Frosty The Snowman while having Soviets shoot at me? Nah, that's all you and Woods."

They both laughed.

"Suit yourself then, but know this. I can sing beautifully."

"Right, and Woods and Hudson are best friends." Bell said sarcastically.

"Hah!" Bell's comment got a laugh out of Woods who was walking past to load up some equipment in the van.

"We got everything?" Mason asked Woods.

"Yep."

"Good luck." Bell shook Mason's hand.

"We don't need it." Woods said as he cranked the van.

The breeze outside was gentle, calm. He felt like he could just fall on his back and watch the stars as he fell asleep. But of course with the world threatening Perseus, that was nearly impossible. He watched until the Van disappeared into the distance.

Bell went back inside and closed the big garage door that was left open for the van.

"Wait leave it-'' Lazar stopped himself.

"What?"

"Sims and I were about to go grab food for everyone. We'll take the regular door out."

"You want anything?" Sims asked putting his hat on

"Only if it's the best burger joint in town," Bell said with a smile.

"It's the only burger joint in town." Sims replied.

"The usual then."

"Got it." Lazar said as they slipped out the door.

"Hey Lazar." Bell called.

"Yeah?"

"Is Adler still here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It'd just be nice to have a break from the boss every once and a while, you know." Bell sighed.

"Yeah, it does suck. That's why we're going and you're not." Lazar said with a smirk.

"You're funny." Bell said sarcastically.

Seeing there was nobody else in the room, he walked over to his desk and pulled out his Walkman and a pair of small headphones.

Desperate for a few moments of music, he rummaged through his desk finding a small cassette to place inside. Even before he was recruited to Adler's team he managed to pick up tapes he found on his past missions. After years of running ops, he had many tapes. He even managed to find one in Kraus' apartment, a nice bright side to how terribly that mission almost went.

Bell matched the music tapes with quiet hums and lyrics.

"Bell."

"Bell"

"Bell!"

Adler raised his voice, snapping Bell out of his musical moment. "Do you have those reports finished?"

"Yeah, here." Bell said, placing his headphones around the collar of his jacket. Adler opened one of the many files Bell handed him, looking it over. "And you've already finished deceipting everything?"

Bell nodded his head.

"Excellent. Well in the meantime why don't you go try and find something else to do around the safehouse. I'm sure Lazar has some equipment that needs cleaning." Adler said, walking back to his office.

"Always wanna suck the joy out of everything.." Bell sighed.

He could go clean equipment, but he's done it willingly a few times before, and would never do it again unless he had too. Cleaning his own weapons and gear was one thing, cleaning multiple was something else.

Remembering Park was still here he decided to go bug her to pass the time.

"Bell." She said, as he approached.

"Evening." He responded.

"Whats on your mind."

"Adler said I should go make myself useful, and I really didn't feel like cleaning tools and equipment for the tenth time. So I figured I'd offer to help you, if there's anything you got for me."

"Not that I can think of, there's not much chatter on these frequencies." She nodded towards the multiple radios and headphones lying on her desk. "Well actually, I think new deliveries for the dark room came in. You can go check and see if Sims brought them in yet. I've been needing to run some negatives in there, but with the room not being completely functional, it's been preventing me from getting the rest of the job done."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." Bell said, offering a smile.

He went into the dark room to find a few boxes, still yet to be opened.

"These must be the ones." Bell thought to himself.

After a few moments of unboxing, he decided he was going to need a few things to start putting the finishing touches on the dark room, a flashlight being one of them. He looked through the dark room, with surprisingly no luck.

"How do eleite secret kick ass agents not have one single flashlight lying around?" Bell muttered to himself. He walked back over to Park's workspace to see if she had one. Pointing over to a box of hers in the corner, he rummaged through it, finding what he was looking for. He also found something that surprised him as well.

"You listen to cassettes?" He asked, pulling out a tape.

"Not frequently, no. I typically prefer the radio, but that was a tape my mother and father enjoyed together. I don't own anything to play it on, so I have no idea what's actually on there, I just know my parents loved it." She said looking over to the box he was hunting through.

"I've got a Walkman, if you'd want to listen to it." He offered not sure if she'd take him up on his offer.

"That's a thoughtful gesture but'' Bell cut her off.

"You got anything else better to do?" He asked

"Well.." she thought for a moment.

"Great, I'll be right back." Bell smiled.

A few seconds later he handed her the Walkman and earphones.

"I'll let you listen to it while I finish up in the dark room." He said holding the flashlight.

She nodded in acknowledgement.

He had finished assembling the final touches to the dark room when Park snuck up behind him.

"Looks nice, actually functionable for once."

"Yeah, until Sims comes in here and decides he doesn't like how something looks. Then he'll probably rearrange everything and this will have been for nothing." He smiled cheerfully.

"Well I thought I'd return this to you." She said handing him back the Walkman. "You can listen to the tape if you want, quite a lovely tune."

Bell began to play the tape.

Curious he asked where she even got the cassette from as themusic continued to play.

"After my father... well he..." She paused. "Well after, my mother said that if there was ever a tape to embody how much they cherished each other, that was the one." She sighed as she remenissed about past events.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have pried," he said apologetically . He looked down at the tape, seeing it labeled as To the Moon and Back

"Don't worry about it. We've all got our fair share of tragedies. Who's to say it can't be therapeutic to share every once in a while." She said, offering a reassuring smile.

"Right." Bell said, returning the gesture.

There was a moment of silence as the music progressed. He reached for her hand and gently held it in his own, smiling. She returned the gesture.

"Food's here." He said, tossing Bell a paper bag, bearly hitting him in the head.

"Thanks." He said as Lazar walked out of the room.

Opening the paper bag, he became annoyed at what he saw. He marched into the main room where everyone was eating at their work stations.

"Why did you get me the child sized meal?!" Bell asked, quite peeved.

Sims and Lazar tried to contain their laughter but failed.

"You said there wasn't a thing on their menu that you wouldn't eat." Sims said, dying of laughter.

"Funny." Bell said, sarcastically.

He turned around, seeing Park trying not to laugh.

"Tell me you wernt in on this too?"

"Who do you think told us to order it for you?" Lazar said from the other room.

He narrowed his eyes at all of them. He'd get them back, eventually.

After finishing his meal he handed Park back her parent's tape and clocked out for the night. Just before he was about to walk to his quarters, Adler stopped him.

"Bell, we to talk."


March 18, 1981

Perseus Base

Moscow, USSR

He moved his arms before he opened his eyes. All he witnessed was a black void, he tried to open his eyes but there was no color. He began to panick.

"Easy. Let me." He heard a man say.

"I cant see you!" Bell said his heart begining to race.

"Dont worry, your not blind. It's just the bandages. There see. You still have your vision." The doctor reassured him.

Bell still felt something on his face. Another bandage.

"Do not take that one off yet, it still needs time to heal. Whoever injured your eye injured it bad. But within a week or so it'll be good as new."

Bell didn't even ask who this man was. It was quite clear he was a doctor, with his white coat and hat he wore.

Bell felt for his left eye, only to feel bandages covering it. He tried to sit up but his entire body went stiff. He groaned in slight pain.

"Easy, your not ready to just get up and leave yet. Your recovery will take more than three days."

"Thats how long I'v been in here for?"

"Yes."

"I must speak with Perseus."

"Well, sir..."

"What?" Bell said feeling impatient.

"He's the one that requested to extend your recovery."

Bell sighed. "So how much longer until I can even think about getting out of bed."

"Two days."

"And to operate in the feild?"

"Two weeks."

Bell remianed silent. Letting out his frustration on the doctor would accomplish nothing.

"But if you'd like I can contact him and see when he might can come visit you."

Bell nodded.

As the day went on, he still remianed in bed. He slowly began to move certain parts of his body, but only as little and as far as he could. After these past few days his body had been feeling like it was falling apart. He didn't expect to recover from being blown back by an explosion, falling hundred of feet into water, being smacked by tree branches, being bearly crushed and drowned by a tree log, a dislocated shoulder... (the list goes on), to be healed in one day. It gave him time alone with himself, his mind. The last thing he wanted right now. He felt lost. For months he was tricked to believing he had people, freinds even that he could trust with his life. How wrong he was. Part of him knew that now he was always going to have a place at Perseus' side, a meaningful purpose. One that he got to decide on. He was eager to speak with Perseus, surely he would need to come visit him soon. He would be interested in his previous mission report.

"Sir you have a visiter." The doctor came bursting through the door.

Bell turned his attention to the door.

"Ah, Comerade Petrov. How are you?" Perseus greeted him, cheerfully.

"Petrov..." Bell repeated to himself.