A/N: Oh Gosh, this Chapter took me a while. I'm so sorry I made you all wait so long for such a short little filler, but I promise, my next chapter is in the works and will be up in much less time. I'll try not to take TWO MONTHS to update.

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Upon her arrival at her own base, Alessandra's head was spinning. She wasn't fully sure of how to feel, or what to do or say. She usually was calm, collected and confident in how she felt, but that was definitely down the drain.

Yes, Leo was charming, and yes, she loved him, but at that moment she realized they couldn't be more than friends, or friends at all for that matter. It was too dangerous, especially with your partner being a loudmouth.

Sighing, she arrived at base and uncloaked. Nobody really noticed her there anyhow. She was very unnoticed by all her teammates. It helped, she didn't enjoy socialization that much anyhow. Winding through the base, Alessandra peered out a window. The Sniper's camper van was parked behind some tires and scrap metal. Perhaps she'd pay him a visit. It helped get her mind off things.

Walking back the way she came, Alessandra watched as teammates just waltzed by, forgetting she existed. That Sniper was the only one who didn't. The Australian was her only friend in Teufort. He understood her liking for solitude, and was quiet, much unlike the others.

Arriving at the camper and knocking on his door, the Spy waited patiently. When he opened the door, she noticed the minor surprise behind those tinted glasses.

"G'day Spy. Can oi.. Do anything for yew?" The Sniper asked slowly. It was always a bit unnerving to find a Spy at your doorstep, looking at you with those cold, calculating eyes.

"May I join you inside, Signore?" She asked, no emotion upon her face or hidden in her voice.

"Uh, yeah, come in."

Stepping inside, Alessandra had always admired how neat the Sniper kept his trailer. Most of the Bushmen you would meet were messy and loud, but not this one. Maybe that is why she liked him? Ammo was neatly stored in compartments of a small wooden filing box, not more than 3 feet high, and his gun was neatly set on the wall with his gun polish nearby. Oil rags were kept in a fireproof bin, and the van's spare parts were kept well hidden as well.

As the Aussie poured himself more coffee and made her some tea, he looked back at the Spy.

"So, wot brings yew here today mate?" He asked, setting the cup down on a tiny table. Sitting herself in one of the two chairs, she sighed.

"Just in need of a nice talk, mio amico. I am in need of intelligent conversation." She said, careful not to reveal any information about she and the Scout. "Not like it is easy to find."

"Oi wouldn't be bashin' the others if I was yew Spook."

"Bashing? No, no, I am simply saying it is hard to find conversation as a Spy." She said with a raised eyebrow.

"Rioght, rioght." the Sniper shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee. "Oi bet nobody talks to yew because yer kill count is downrioght embarrassin'." He said with a teasing tone in his voice.

"My kill count is bad? If I recall you missed a shot on the RED Soldier when he was standing completely still." She took a drink of her tea and smirked.

"Oi, now yew listen mate, yew know that Scout was yabberin' into his earpiece and distractin' the rest of us all battle."

"But the rest of us could still do our jobs."

"Yew are hard to get along with aren't ya?"

"Yet somehow you still like me."

"I always wonder why." Sniper smirked, then rubbed the top of her mask covered head. "Ruddy Spook." He said affectionately.

Even with all the affection her rival gave her, and with the enjoyable little chit-chat they had, Alessandra was still feeling a powerful pull in her chest, like her heart was being dragged down and her conscious was clawing at her. It was unbearable.

By the time she finished her tea, the sun had begun to set in the sky. She gazed out the window with a thoughtful frown written on her face.

"It's gettin' dark. Yew should probably head back to base Spook." Sniper finally said, tapping the side of his cup with his index fingers.

"Sì. Thank you for your time." Alessandra said, putting her cup in the sink and walking to the door.

"Anytime Spy."

She put on a fake smile and walked out, and when the door was closed and she was back inside the base, dropped the smile. She found no reason to be smiling. She could only feel guilt and unsureness.

Striding to her room, Alessandra noticed everything seemed so much more bland, nothing seemed to spark her curiosity. There was a stone in her chest, sucking the happiness out of her. That stone was her conscience.

Upon arrival in her room, the Spy sprawled out on her back on her small cot. The blue sheets felt too scratchy, and scratched at her skin as her guilt scratched her heart. Her newly acquired scars prickled with slight pain still, but she couldn't register it.

As she rolled on her side, she couldn't help but wonder, did she do the wrong thing? She had loved the Scout secretly, but she couldn't even admit it to herself. Because of her inability to care in that way about another being, Alessandra got to see the pain and hurt written in the Scout's all too revealing blue eyes. Was that really anything she'd wanted? No. Had she wanted to see him hurt and hear that sob when she left? No.

Nothing helped her feel any better. She knew that what she had done wasn't fixable now. Letting a tear of inner confusion and frustration with herself roll down her cheek, Alessandra closed her eyes, hoping to sleep off the pain, though that wasn't likely to happen.