(This is technically the 7th chapter but whatever. PLEASE give your thoughts on whether this fanfiction should get more shippy. I need my fans feelings on this. )
Late night,
Kings Row,
Post-Mission,
Reaper watched the rest of his teammates laugh and celebrate this previous mission's success. He saw Lena start to walk over to him. He sighed a raspy sigh.
"Why aren't you with the rest of us, celebratin'?"
"I'm not a big fan of that, alright?" He sighed.
"Ya need ta lighten up, Gabe!" She exclaimed.
"No I don't." He rasped.
She sighed and sat next to him, pouting. "Why not?"
"I don't know.." He sighed and leaned back. All of the agents had dispersed now. "All of your friends are gone now.. Shouldn't you be heading home."
"Not all of my friends left."
"What do you mean." He rasped
"Well, you're still here." She says.
He nods and sighs. "Why do you consider me a friend?"
"Well you're always nice to me. Like when you came to my house." He had never thought about it this way. He just thought of it as a way of repaying her almost infinite kindness towards him. Ugh. Now they sounded like a couple or something. What scared him the most was that he had this thought stuck in his head now.
"Oh. Yeah I guess so." He said.
She smirked and kissed his mask's cheek, then blinked away. Little did she know he was blushing red under his mask. Reaper tried to stop. He couldn't. He sighed and headed home.