His eyes rest on me and I shiver; like someone poured ice down my back...Kolya's eyes rest on me again, "Do as you see fit to Miss Wainwright."

I open my eyes and am greeted with the sight of grey steel bars and feeling the (very uncomfortable) steel floor. We're still in the brig and everyone's asleep, well everyone but me. Sitting up, I run a hand through my hair to (somewhat) straighten it out and yawn. A glance at my watch tells me we've been here for three hours. Feels longer.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I here footsteps. Finally, we're getting out of here. Stretching as I stand, I walk towards the entrance looking for one of the Senior Staff. The footsteps grow louder and I notice for the first time that they sound more distinct, like some kind of boot.

I don't remember hearing that kind of footfall before. Strange.

A body comes into view and it's not one of the Senior Staff.

It's Koyla.

I feel my heart start to pound as he walks up to the entrance and stops. "Ah Miss Wainwright." He says, smiling. "What a pleasure it is to see you again."

"You bastard." I growl in a low voice.

Koyla laughs softly and looks amused, "Now, now what would their parents say about you using that kind of language in front of the children?"

"They wouldn't care because you'd be dead so fast you wouldn't have time for Last Rites." I say while my hand travels to my waistband where the nine millimeter is. Pulling it out, I aim it at Koyla and pull back the hammer. "I should kill you right now."

"Why is that?" Koyla asks.

"Because you almost sent me and the children to our deaths, using them as leverage. Anyone who does that deserves to die in my book." I say, still keeping the gun aimed for Koyla's heart. "One shot and this could be all over. One shot."

"And yet you hesitate." Koyla says, walking around the outside of the brig. I follow him with my eyes and the gun. "I wonder why that is?" Koyla stops, looking at me straight in the eyes. "Go ahead; you've got nothing to lose."

I swallow hard and stare straight back at Koyla. I will not let this SOB play his mind games on me.

"Of course you're forgetting one thing; there's a force field keeping us apart. Maybe that's why you hesitate, you don't want to risk the chance of the bullet bouncing off of the field and striking one of the children."

"And how do you know that? Maybe it lets things out but not in." I retort. My finger hovers over the trigger...but I don't pull it.

Koyla smiles and says, "That's what I thought." Slightly lowering his head Koyla smiles, "I must take my leave of you and the children now; it has been a pleasure Miss Wainwright." Koyla then walks out of the brig and I'm left standing there, gun still raised, alone.

Sighing I lower the gun and release the hammer, suddenly feeling drained. There was something strange about that man, like he knew that I wasn't going to actually kill him. Sitting down, I close my eyes and relax against the wall.

Why couldn't I kill him?

Two weeks later...

I flop down onto the couch in the lounge and sigh. It's been a hell of a two weeks. The Genii attacking the base and all hell breaking loose; it was pure luck that the kids had stayed safe and I involuntary flinch at the memories.

And then than a water pipe burst and flooded half of the East Pier.

But that's over and done with, now we have the city back and everything's back to normal. And now it's time for me to finally watch the wedding DVD.

I press 'play' and get comfortable.

I make it through the ceremony (without crying) but don't feel like watching the reception, so I head back to my place. Feeling a bit more social than I normally am I decide to head on over to the cafeteria and just chill there for a while. On my way out, I spot the wedding pictures and, on impulse, grab them. I can look them over in the cafeteria.

I'm at the double doors when I run into Logan. Smiling I say, "Hey."

"Hey, how's it going?" Logan asks holding the door open for me.

"Thanks." I say, going through. "Not to bad, you know considering everything."

Logan smiles, "Tell me about it. I'm still a bit on edge."

"Me to." I say as we make our way to a table. "I never got a chance to thank you for the dinner two weeks ago." I say as we sit down. "So, ya know, thanks."

"Don't mention it. It was your birthday and I wanted to do something special for you."

I smile and blush slightly, "Still, it was really nice."

"What's in the envelope?"

"Pictures from a friends wedding." I say, opening it. "They also sent a DVD of the ceremony and reception a few weeks ago. I finally got to watch it today."

"Can I see?" Logan asks, trying to get a look at the pictures.

"Sure." I say, sliding the ones I've already seen over to him. "So far they're just the formal shots, nothing special."

"Hey guys, what's up?" Crysta says, walking up to us.

"Not much, just looking at wedding pictures."

"Really?" Crysta asks, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "Anyone I know?"

"Don't think so." I reply, sliding another picture over to Logan.

"Oh, hey there's Dr. Jackson." Crysta comments as she spots the picture. "You know him?"

"Yup, he's the one who got me the assignment." I reply, slightly distracted since I'm still looking at the photos. After the formal photos the photographer must have gone around at the reception taking candid ones.

I flip to the next one and my breath catches.

"You ok?" Crysta asks.

"Uh, yea. I gotta go." I mutter as I stand and beat a hasty retreat.

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I make it to my room without crying but once the doors close I don't stop them from falling.

How could he do this to me? And with my roommate and friend (well now ex-roommate and ex-friend)?

So much for 'I love you'.

They must have sent the pictures before checking the prints, because they wouldn't have sent me that picture if they had looked at them. All I know now is that I'm done. With both of them.

I look for the picture so I can shred it and never have to see it again, but can't find it. I must have left in the cafeteria. Damn it, now everyone's gonna know. I make my way to the bedroom where I pull out a box and start putting everything that reminds me of him and everything he gave me into it.

It's a small box and everything fits into it; pictures, the charm bracelet he gave me when we first started going out, books, and a few shirts. I close the lid on the box and stuff it in the closet. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

I lie down on the bed and grab Commander Bun-Bun. Hugging him close to my chest, I sigh.

I feel like crap.

I should have seen it, all the signs were there. He didn't write me at all, no Christmas or birthday gifts.

I then hear the sound of the chime going off. It's most likely Crysta to offer support, chocolate, and boy-bash and as much I would love to do that I don't feel like it at the moment. Right now I just want to be by myself and listen to my emo collection.

The chime sounds again. After the third time I resign myself to the fact that she's not gonna leave until I actually show my face so I get up and make my way to the door. Opening it I see that it's not Crysta but Logan. And I see that he's holding drinks.

Before he's able to speak I say, "Come on in."

A/N: Nenya gets ten chocolate chip cookies because she gave the bunnies for the first part of the chapter (I'm condsidering putting her on retainer). Standard disclaimer applies. Review, please.