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Part III: Family Matters

Chapter: Paradise

Myers watched as Margot walked to the porch, her feet bare, the sea breeze in her hair and in the hem of her over sized T-shirt. Quietly he followed her, not to disturb. She gazed her surroundings, her face revealing nothing, but her posture seemed to relax, and she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the ocean that surrounded them.

The view was breathtaking. Their small, one bedroom villa was surrounded with palm trees, to give it some shadow, but in front of the porch, opened the beach, a small bay with white sand and turquoise water, and it was just for them.

Their own, personal paradise.

Myers had spent some time searching for a perfect honeymoon getaway, and this had been his choice - a tropical island on a remote atoll in Maldives. It had a dozen small villas, all with their own peaceful and quiet sectors of the beach, with no visual contact to each other. They could spend their whole holiday here, without having to meet a single person the whole time.

Now, standing on the porch, looking at the ocean, they could've been the only people in the universe. No sound, no sight, revealed the fact that in this small atoll, there were other villas exactly like this one, hidden in the jungle.

Myers gave Margot a moment to be by herself, and went back in. He walked to the fridge, and opened it, selected a couple of beers of an unknown Asian brand, and opened them. When he walked back to the porch, he noticed that Margot had sat down, and buried her bare feet in the white sand.

Still not interrupting the silence, Myers took a seat, passed her a beer, and she accepted it.

For a long time they just sat there, watching as the sun went down, and the sky turned from blue to pink and orange, as the sun dipped the ocean and painted the world with it's last rays. The wind was still warm, and the sound of waves hitting the sand of the beach was hypnotic, making time seem irrelevant. Myers didn't know how many hours had passed, but he had finished two beers by the time the sun finally disappeared and the darkness of the night began to creep to the sky, revealing the clear patterns of the constellations.

Her eyes in the stars, Margot finally broke the silence.

"This is a paradise." she breathed, her voice nothing but a soft whisper.

"Yes, it is."

A long silence, filled with the sounds of the jungle, birds, insects and bats, in the darkness.

The ocean had turned from turquoise to dark blue, the white foam of the waves, the only thing that broke the deep velvet of the surface.

"How long do we have?"

"As long as you need."

Margot made a small sound, that might have been a laugh. "Seriously. Who's paying for this?"

"Don't worry about that."

"But I do, worry."

Myers shrugged and turned to look at Margot. Her eyes were huge and dark, their pupils reflecting the darkness of the night sky.

"Alright." he said. "People who love you. Me, your dad, your friends, my family. Remember, we did ask money as a wedding present, to go on a honeymoon."

"So this is our honeymoon?" Margot asked.

"Yeah."

"Not quite as you had imagined."

He didn't reply - no point in denying the obvious.

Margot moved her toes in the sand, digging a small hole with them, letting the sand flow between her toes as she lifted her feet back up. She didn't say a thing, and Myers fell into the silence with her. But even if they didn't speak, the night was full of sounds. The relaxing rhythm of waves hitting the shore, the noises of the tropical forest, the insects and the birds, surrounded them.

"How long can we stay?" Margot asked after a while.

"Until you're ready to go back."

"And what if I'm never ready?"

"Then we never go back." he said, taking her hand. "Then we stay here, or someplace like this, for the rest of our days. I'm not taking you back, until you say you want to leave."

And he meant it. He would do everything in his power to make sure Margot was fine before even thinking about returning home. They could not stay here forever, sure, because it was way too expensive - but he would make something up. Work could wait, and so could Manning with his bloody demands.

"I don't know if I can ever do the job again." Margot interrupted the silence. "I think I've had enough."

"Why do you say so?"

"Because." she shrugged. "I always end up killing people. And I'm sick of it. I'd like to do something that doesn't end up with me ripping hearts out. Like pretty nails for people, or flower decorations to weddings."

"Then you do that. You open a nail salon if you wish, and I'll be as proud of you, as I am now."

"You think they'd just let me leave?" Margot asked, tensing. "I never even thought about it, in Europol… They only let me live with some liberty, because my Dad had vouched for me, and I'm relatively certain that even he couldn't have given me true freedom. I was only allowed to exist, because I worked for them. You think that BPRD is any different? You really think I could just walk out of the door, and they'd let a freak like me go and live an ordinary life among the regular folks?"

"Yeah, I do." Myers said. "If me, Kat and the rest have your back."

"Yeah… We'll see."

"No rush to think about that now." he said. "Let's take one day at a time."

"Yeah, let's do that." she said. "No rush in a paradise."

For the first few days Margot did nothing but sat on the porch or lie on a hammock, watching the sea.

She slept a lot, and didn't seem to have energy to do much of anything. It was obvious, that she was very tired, and needed the rest, so Myers let her have that. He didn't try to cheer her up by trying to make her go for a swim or for a walk - respected her wish for solitude and silence. Nor did he try and make her leave their villa to go for a dinner at the restaurant, but instead ordered in. She didn't have much of an appetite, though, and he had to push a bit to make her eat.

That was the one thing he just didn't give in. Margot needed to eat, no matter how reluctantly. There was no way he would let her starve on their honeymoon.

The other thing he insisted on, was for her never to be out of his sight.

Even when she was asleep on the hammock, he was her silent bodyguard.

He sat on the porch with her, reading a book or having a beer, not disturbing her, but still close by if she needed anything, guarding her sleep, protecting her from whatever might happen.

He would've enjoyed a swim in the ocean, a walk on the beach, some scuba diving or other water sports… but it was all out of the question. He just could not leave her, not even for a shortest of moments, for who knew what would happen if he did?

Myers knew Margot wasn't the only one traumatized. He felt the claws of ice clenching tight on his heart every time she went as far as to the bathroom, and he found himself counting seconds until she was back in his sight again.

She had promised not to hurt herself again, but he didn't trust her.

It hurt him more than he liked to admit - that the trust between them had been broken. Would it ever grow back, only time would tell. And would he ever stop being afraid? Too early to even think about that.

Maybe Kat did have a point by suggesting that he talked to Dr. Sassoon as well.

Myers sighed, taking a look at Margot's sleeping face. She was napping in the sun bed, exhausted after her one hour long session with the doctor.

Kat had brought Dr. Sasson here now two times to see Margot. That had been Andu's condition for their holiday - that Margot saw the shrink every day. And Kat delivered, not complaining, not making a big deal about it - even if Myers knew it wasn't a piece of cake to teleport someone to the other side of the globe. It must exhaust Kat, even if she didn't admit it.

"Don't sweat it, Myers." she had said this morning, when walking on the beach with him while Margot talked with Dr. Sasson. "She'd do the same for me."

It was true, he knew. That Margot would do anything for Kat, and the other way around. They were like the damn musketeers, one for all and all for one. He didn't know what Kat had said to Margot after her suicide attempt, but he suspected it was because of Kat and not because of him, that Margot had decided to live.

Not that it was a competition.

He was lucky that his wife had a friend like Kat.

He just hoped that whatever Margot talked with Dr. Sasson, would soon begin to help. It had been now four days since she had tried to take her life, and he still didn't see any change in her mood.

And she still didn't easily let him near.

It wasn't that she was pushing him away… it was just that she was barely here. It wasn't easy to try and cuddle with a woman who was either sleeping or crying most of the time.

The last thing he wanted to do, was to push her, but… they had not made love since the time in the shower, and it made him restless.

It was damn hard to be around her all the time, and not have her. And what made it even worse, was the fact that she was hardly wearing anything in the heat of the tropical island. He glanced at Margot, who was still asleep in her sun bed, in the shade of the palm trees. Her beautiful, slim body was barely covered in her skimpy bikinis, the shape of her breasts, the curves of her hips as inviting as ever.

He wanted her bad, and the fact that they weren't having sex, was eating him alive.

Maybe he was simple-minded, but he was fairly certain that making love would help to heal them both. Damn, it would no doubt help with this burning need in his bloodstream! And he knew it would help with the nightmares too.

He had had them every night since Margot had told him what she had done. Dreams, where he had to watch as Margot was having sex with someone else, and it felt like dying.

Yeah, with his conscious mind he knew, that Margot hadn't chosen to cheat on him. But it didn't change the fact that he was so jealous it felt like his heart was pierced with a flaming arrow. Just the thought of it made him want to start killing people, and he really hated feeling that way.

What he wanted to feel instead, was the feeling of making love to Margot, every way imaginable, to make her his again, and his alone. Until the things she had done would become nothing more than bad dreams, almost forgotten.

But clearly she didn't share his opinion on this one, and now, guarding her sleep under the palmtrees, he couldn't help but to wander how was this honeymoon going to turn out.

Would he be the first husband in the history of mankind, who didn't get laid on his honeymoon?

And just the fact that he let this thought in his mind, made him feel like the smallest person in the universe.

With a long sigh, he got up to get another beer from the fridge.

Margot had been right about one thing - this honeymoon was not quite as he had imagined.