AN: Sorry, this took a while to get up, had a hard time getting the right feel to it.

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He ruined everything.

The plan was if she got caught he was supposed to leave go on as a student, be their inside person and now they were both banned from the Garrison.

Keith's felt his emotions cooling and his nerves calming thanks to the whipping winds. Him and Katie riding on his hoverbike, heading back to town. His hands curling, gripping the handles on his bike tighter, his mind being clear only made it all the obvious how much skewered up. His mistake may have lost their only chance to find Shiro along with the male Holts.

Keith could imagine the lecture he would get from Shiro: about his temper, failing to work as a team, his aggressive behaviour. Now he was kicked out of the garrison; his stuff being sent to his address; said 'address' being nothing more than a delivery box in the city.

All because he couldn't follow the plan. He just had to fallow the guards when they caught her. Keith wasn't fully sure why, maybe her paranoia had rubbed off on him, but there was a part of him that just needed to watch over her; make sure they were really throwing her out and not planning on something else…

Keith had tried to stay out of sight, but his blood began to boil as they treated her roughly, and the second he heard her in real pain, a part of him just... snapped. He moved without thinking, he had to stop them from hurting her any more, the flow of his moves came as naturally to him as breathing, two swift moves on each guard and they were down.

Keith got her to turn around, honey brown eyes staring up at him, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. So many emotions seem to cross her features all at once, and he wasn't good at reading expressions on the best of days. Though surprised seemed to be the most obvious one, at least as far as he could tell.

Keith now wondered if Matt or all the holts had such soft honey brown eyes like Katie's? He honestly had never paid attention before…Keith quickly shook that stupid thought out of his head, there were more things to worry about than a person's eye colour.

Speaking of Katie, Keith took a moment to glance back at Katie, she really didn't take up much room on his bike, her arms felt small wrapped around his waist, her right arm holding much tighter around his waist than the left one; she was clearly favouring one over the other and her left arm had an occasional tense twitch against his side.

Keith had tried to take a look at her arm after forcing those two idiots to let her go but didn't get much time to do so. His little stunt had been caught on one of the cameras, they had a swarm of people surrounding them before he could even figure out how to get the two of them out.

One of the captains started yelling at him, the only parts that really registered was "Kogane this is the last straw" and "you are out of here" the rest of it he didn't really pay any attention to, he could fill it in on his own.

Keith kept most of his attention on making sure he was between Katie and anyone that was yelling and they went through a lot of people yelling at them.

Once after they got caught, then a Lady that went through the procedure of him getting kicked out of the garrisons, another one as they were patted down and his personal hoverbike was inspected, the last aggressively explaining every step on how they would be escorted off the Garrison's property.

By then other guards started whispering about the two of them, Keith choosing to ignore them and focusing more on getting his helmet onto Katie's head and get all her hair tucked in. He only had one and with her long hair, Keith could only imagine what kind of knots the wind would create.

They left on his hoverbike with an escort that stuck with them till they were about 5 miles outside of the Garrison's Property. The trucks stopped but watched them disappear into the distance, making sure they wouldn't try to double back.

Now he was just waiting for her to yell at him, she was probably waiting till they were in town. Keith figured she was too smart to try and rip him a new one until they were near civilization. He wasn't even sure how she got out to the garrison in the first place, but asking while getting thrown out wasn't the best time to ask, and doubted now was the best time either.

He felt her left arm twitch, and barely heard Katie's pained grunt over the whipping winds. It was the arm Joel nearly lifted and twisted up between her shoulder blades. Keith thinking he should have hit the guy harder.

Her arm probably needed a break, though he felt nervous about stopping, and give her a chance to get verbally tear into him; Katie had put so much effort into her plan and he was the one that ruined it. Though making sure Katie's arm didn't get worst was more important than keeping the illusion that their partnership still existed.

He did a quick scan of the surrounding area, finding a fairly decent spot behind a large lone rock. It was dusk and the sun was casting long shadows on everything. Keith changes his direction a little, slowing down and parking under the shade.

Katie seemed grateful for the break, releasing a relieved sigh, before letting go of his waist.

"How's your arm?" Keith asked getting off his bike taking care not to bump her.

"It's okay, just sore" she assured slowly rolling her shoulder trying not to aggravate it "I already did a quick tests for any dislocations, at worst I have minor pulled muscles" she assured, his eyes scanning over her arm, what kind of idiot would purposely harm someone as small as Katie?

Well, at least she wasn't yelling at him, though he doubted that would last. "Is it alright if I take a look at your arm?" Keith asked, those honey brown eyes of her are looking up at him puzzled, her gaze flickering away from him. Keith prepared himself for a refusal.

"Are you good with first aid stuff?" she asked instead.

"I'm decent, I've been in enough fights and scraps to know the basic signs of most injuries" Keith explained honestly. He probably should have come up with some kind of lie to make her feel more comfortable with his skills, but he was never good at lying, even if he had good intentions.

Katie let out a small burst of a laugher "Sure" she nodded "that's probably better experience than me just reading about it" she replied, Keith swearing he saw a ghost of a smile behind the tinted visor of his helmet.

She offered her arm, and he gently grabbed it, supporting her forearm with one hand as he gently rotated her wrist, with careful pushes and pulls against her hand both open and closed, before his hands went up to test her elbow and forearm.

"Thanks for helping me…" she said.

Keith's eyes flickered to her face, stunned to see a small smile on her lips and her honey brown eyes filled with graduated before fading to regret... or maybe guilt, damn she was so expressive, even he could read her, or at least could read the surface of her emotions.

"I'm sorry, helping me got you kicked out of the garrison" she added when he didn't reply, her head turning away. He couldn't see her face anymore and almost thankful for it as she wouldn't see him either.

Keith felt the twisted ball that had been building in his gut loosen. Blame, Snide Comments, Insults, he had grown used to. He expected her anger at the very least, for her to shout he was useless, and drop him. Leave him to his owns means as she continued her investigation alone, back to fumbling blindly on his own, with no direction and that little hope he finally got after weeks of despair would be gone…

Gratitude and apologies!? he didn't even know how to absorb or handle and took him several long confused moments before he even figured out what to say.

"it would have happened eventually" Keith assured with a shrug, moving up to check out her shoulder "just wish it had been Ivern instead"

Katie smirked and her body and eyes seem to relax, Keith wondering if she were expecting him to lash out at her... like he had been expecting her to do to him.

Keith sighed mentally replaying his mistake again, "I should be the one apologizing to you. I messed up any future plans you had." he grumbled, scolding himself.

"That's alright" she shrugged pulling out her phone and typing with her good hand, Keith wondering what in the world she was doing now. "Maybe we should focus on other things," she told him lifting her screen up to his face.

Keith blinked glancing at Katie, her head nudging insistently towards the phone.

He raised a questioning brow in reply but did as she silently requested shifting his gaze back to the small screen, his eyes scanning over the text.

They may have bugged your bike during the inspection,
I got a lot of information downloaded about the Kerberos mission,
I'll tell you later after we get your bike checked out.

Realisation, understanding and a little amazement washed over Keith. Yes, they could have bugged his bike, after the fuss they made, they legally had the right to do such a thing, since it would be for the garrisons security. She still had information about the Kerberos mission, but wasn't sure how…did she uploaded onto the net? Or more impressively, did she manage to hide it on her person without the guards finding it.

"Okay" Keith nodded gently letting go of her arm "and your arm doesn't seem too bad" Keith added agreeing with her diagnostics from before "think you feel good enough to make it back to town or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I should be alright" she nodded, leaning back letting him get back onto the back.

Keith carefully got back onto his bike, her small arms wrapping back around his waist, resting her head against his back. "Hey, Keith?"

"Yeah?" he asked half glancing back at her.

"Do you have a place to sleep tonight?" she asked her tone sounding concerned.

Keith froze, and mentally cursed, he really couldn't plan ahead, turning on his bike pretending he missed what she said. Maybe he could come up with an excuse or a fake story before they got into town.

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