Chap. 10

"What do you mean Private gone?" She crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a look as if she were saying, "What did you do?" Her caramel eyes narrow at his stressed-out face trying to read what had happen. Did Private get into a fight with Skipper? She hoped not she always hates it when his whole team gets into pointless arguments.

"It means, Marlene, he is gone. Disappeared, no longer here, run away, invisible, shall I go on?" Skipper asked, giving a tired slash sarcastic glare. He rests his tried head on Marlene's table in her apartment. He would often come to visit her, or take her out. He meant Marlene in the coffee shop where she was their waitressing they both hit it off even after Marlene found out he was a secret agent. He would say they were best friends, but really the relationship was getting a bit out of the friend zone.

"Did something happen between you two?" She asked, ignoring his harsh sarcasm. He didn't lift his head to answer, "Sebastian, you can tell me…" She uses his real name to grab his attention. Skipper only told two people in this world about his real name Kowalski, who laughed at him after that, and of course, Marlene, who instead of laughing said she loved the way it sounded.

He raises his black hair he places his elbows on the wooden table, and takes his hand to her light brown hair, "I know I can tell you it's just…hard." He sighs, in defeat brushing away a few off her strands. She looked so beautiful to him. Her caring eyes glimmered at him. She wore dark denim jeans, a white ruffled tank, and a blue cardigan that made her petite figure shine. She was truly beautiful, now only if he could tell her.

She touches his hand that's sits on the side of her face, "Go on." She said.

He nods, "Private started to ask about his parents…" She takes her hand off his hand, and her gaze is serious, "I couldn't tell him, Marlene…I couldn't." He takes the palms of his hands, and started to rub it against his pants legs.

Marlene could tell he was beyond worried. There were dark circles around his eyes, his hair was mess, and the way he acted was beyond insane. Marlene dropped down on her knees gently, and pulled Skipper's face forward, "Sebastian, you did that for his own good…Why would that upset him enough to leave?"

Skipper eyes glazed down at the floor, "Marlene…He doesn't have any parents…" Marlene's face looks fazed by this, "He found his Uncle Nigel's file telling about how we found him. At the time, the team, Nigel, and I thought nothing about him wanting to know so badly. Now, I feel that the guilt of keeping his secret might cause him his life…" Skipper lets out a breath, "I just hope that he isn't like me."

Marlene raises her eyebrows, "What do you mean by that?"

Skipper shuts his eyes tight, "Go too far over the edge…"

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She had opened her eyes. Her eyes had fluttered open softly. She could see the ceiling, and then she sat up. Where am I? She thinks. She turns her head to look around. Lamp, two doors, the bed she was sitting on, and the window were it shone the city. Well, at least I know I'm still in New York. That's always a good sign. Right? She scratches her head in confusion. Then it hits her. The British boy! He had brought her here…Was that a good thing. She prayed that he wasn't a rapist. She looks down she still has on her clothes. Thank goodness…

"You're awake."

She practically jumps off the bed she's on when she hears his voice. She turns to see his face, "Marcus?" She means to say it inside her head, but it splits out. He really did look like him the only thing different was the color of his eyes. Marcus had the color of coffee brown, and he had the color the sky. It made her think of two blue shiny marbles. He was quiet…cute…just like the way Marcus was.

He shook his head, "Sorry that's not my name…" His eyes widen, making his eyes shine even brighter at her, "Please, tell me you don't have amnesia." She shakes her head, "Good…"

Awkward silence is in-between them. She rubs her arm not knowing what to say. She was a little embarrassed considering she was planning on stealing from him. Was she supposed to say sorry? Or was he? Or was he thinking about killing her in his head? She cringed, but piped up, "What's your name?" She was brave enough to ask.

He smiled, "Private."

She frowns, "Sorry, I asked…"

He laughs, "No, no, that's my name, my nickname anyway."

She turns a lush pink on her bony face. She felt stupid entirely stupid. She had tried to outwit him in streets smarts, but the tables turned on her. Now she thought that he was not telling his name to her. Smart move, Ace…Adriane thinks to herself.

The silence returns to an awkward stage. They both give each other looks of uncertainty of what to say to each other, but they break the silence by saying in unison, "I'm sorry." Then they connect through their eyes. Private didn't realize her eyes were green, but they were such a light pale green. He barely took a notice to them. While Private ponders, she wonders how a person could have such memorizing eyes.

She clears her throat, "I'm sorry I pickpocketed you…I know that it's bad, but I'm trying to get by." She takes a breath, "I ran away…And I want it to stay that way, so if you would just let me go I promise I won't hurt you." She says, calmingly.

He gives her a look, "What makes you think that you can hurt me?"

She springs from the mattress, and lunges at him. Private raises his arms from the blows of her fists. Ariadne then moves her fist to his ribs, and jabs. Private takes the blows, but adds in a few punches to her shoulders, and stomach. She doubles over in pain, but plants one near his jaw. Private is taken back with blood drenching down his chin. Ariadne lifts her skinny leg to kick, but Private catches it she tries to budge her way out of it. Private cockily smirks, "I'm sorry, but you didn't introduce yourself to me." Ariadne boosted her other leg up to land on Private's hand that was holding her other leg. They both fall to the ground with a hard thump.

Ariadne staggers up to her feet, "Ariadne, but most people call me Ace." Ariadne straddles Private quickly pinning his arms, "Now, who really are you? You didn't learn those moves own your own, besides you look like a little boy…"

Private pops his neck, "Look who's talking! No little girl like you could possibly know those types of moves, but apparently you do."

Ace sneers through her teeth, "I am not a 'little girl."

"Then I'm not a little boy."

Private's legs lift to Ace's neck he flips both him and Ace over. Private gains control by pinning her instead of her pinning him. She struggles. She doesn't like this. Ace starts to think back on how Marcus did this to her once. How she felt caged. How she felt trapped. So vulnerable…She lets out a blood curling scream, but its cut short by Private's hand. Then she starts to cry right in front of him showing her weakness of fear. She felt so stupid. She felt weak she hated that feeling.

Private felt pity towards her, "Shush, shush, hey, it's okay, I-I'm sorry…" He unpins her, and watches her as rubs her eyes forcibly. He placed his hand over her shoulder she shrugged it off harshly. She put her knees up to her chest to breathe in and out. She just needed space enough to breathe, and compose herself.

Ace looks over to Private her eyes brimmed with beautiful waterfall tears, "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing…" He sighs, "Just the truth."

She sighs the truth might just be the death of her.

First off I just want to say: Thank you so much for the reviews! I have got 70! 70! In my eyes that's completely insane! Insane in the good way! Second thing is so sorry for the late updates it is the busiest time of year! When it rains it pours during this time. Since I out for Christmas Break maybe I can update more hopefully. keep your fingers crossed!

So guys...What did you think of this chap.? Good or bad? Any ideas? I have a few...*Maniacal laughter!* Uh...Any whose what do you guys think about Marlene, and Skipper? Skilene possibly? And what do you think 'bout my OC hate or love? Your probably all thinking: Why the heck is she asking us all this!?

Well, I'm gonna wish you guys a early Merry Christmas! And thanks sooooo much for reading this! ;)

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