A/N: Okay, I know I only have one review (thanks chain-link-fence) but I'm gonna keep writing this anyway. I'm going home tomorrow, so I'll be able to post the chapters for my other fics soon. Enjoy!

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Chapter Three: The Girl at the Airport

Fox sat at a table in the JFK airport restaurant, reading the newspaper. She would have preferred not to be stuck there, but her flight had been delayed. The airport was packed, and although she was sitting at a corner table, her foot had been stepped on so many times it was now swollen in her shoe.

She pulled out her fake ID and glared down at her own face. "Janet Walters." She muttered furiously. "Janet Walters." She hated aliases.

She knew they were for her own protection, but she couldn't stand being called a name that wasn't hers. But you don't have a name anymore. She reminded herself savagely. You're name is Fox. That's who you are now.

She knew it was stupid to think about it. It had been this way for five years, ever since she turned eighteen. She should be used to it by now. And besides, she didn't have much of a choice. She never went to college, so it was either be a spy until she retired, or spend the rest of her life as a waitress.

Still fuming, she shoved the fake ID pack into her pocket. Janet Walters my ass! She thought angrily. The next person I meet I'm gonna tell them my real name. Just for the hell of it! Content with her vindictive plan, she pulled out a book and began to read.

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Butler staggered into JFK airport. After the twelve hour flight from Dublin, he was feeling rather groggy. This didn't usually happen. But then again, usually he would have taken the flight with Artemis in the private Leer jet. Not alone with a baby crying in the next seat and a stewardess flirting with him every half hour. Perhaps after a cup of coffee, he would feel better.

He bought a double shot of espresso at one of the many restaurants the airport had to offer. The place was packed. Not a single free table. He checked his watch and sighed. There was still about twenty minutes until his plane began boarding.

He made his way to a table in the back, and found a young woman sitting there. She had long fiery red hair that hung loose, bangs covering half her face. She was reading a rather large book with gruesome drawings of people screaming in pain on the cover. The title read Torture Devises of Sixteenth Century. His first instinct was to back off and spend the next twenty minutes in the boarding zone. But he ignored it and walked up to her. "Err…excuse me, Madam. May I sit here?"

She looked up at him, and he saw that she was quite a pretty thing. Probably in her early-twenties. She looked him up and down, then smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

He sat down and watched for several minutes as he drank his espresso. "I'm sorry." He said when he had finished. "I didn't catch your name."

She looked up from her book again. He saw something flash across her face. A sort of savage pleasure. It was just for a moment, and the next second he wasn't sure if he had imagined it or not. "It's Jennifer. Jennifer Stone. And you?"

"Oh. Domovoi Butler." He replied without thinking. The moment he said this he regretted it immensely. Why did he do that? Was he loosing his mind? Oh well. This was probably the last time he would see her. And if not, so what? She was just some girl. She was probably still in College.

"Domovoi? Nice to meet you."

They shook. Butler felt he knew her voice from somewhere. But he wasn't sure where. Maybe they had met before. He pointed to her book. "Err…if you don't mind me asking, is that for an exam or something?"

She marked her page and closed the book. "No." She gave him an evil sort of smile. "I just find the darker side of history extremely interesting."

"Oh really? How so?"

She thought about this for several moments. "Well, there's the Iron Maiden." She said thoughtfully. "It's a sort of metal cabinet with spikes on the inside doors. A person was forced to remain standing with the spikes piercing them. They grew week from blood loss and tiredness, and soon died a very painful death. It was first used to execute a coin forger on August 14, 1515 in Nuremburg, Germany. Though many think it was a forgery from the nineteenth century."

He stared at her, turning this over in his mind. He had already known about the Iron Maiden. But to hear a young lady, who looked so innocent, recite these facts off the top of her head as though she were telling him what she had for breakfast that morning, it was just too much.

She seemed to notice his surprise, because she shoved the book into her bag. As she did so, her sleeve was pulled back slightly, and he saw a small picture of a fox on her forearm. "That's a very interesting tattoo."

She looked at her wrist, and pulled the sleeve back to her elbow to give him a better look. The tattoo truly was impressive. Every detail was fine tuned so that the fox was almost lifelike. Its eyes seemed to stare at Butler as he examined it. It's fur was a fiery red, not unlike the girl's hair. Just under it's left paw the initials J. S. in minuscule writing.

"Where did you get this done?" He asked, taking her arm and holding it up to his face to examine it closer.

"A place in Miami, Florida. He's really great."

Butler nodded. "Yes, I can see that. He must be a professional."

"Are you a body builder?" She asked suddenly.

He looked up at her. "Why?"

She blushed. "You just look really…well…strong."

He smiled at her. "No, actually. I'm a body guard." Why did he keep telling her these things? "What about you?"

"I'm a spy." She replied jokingly.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh really?"

"Yes." She replied, suddenly extremely serious. "Really."

They both burst into laughter. Butler wasn't even sure why. It wasn't that funny. But it felt good to laugh. After several moments he posed another question.

"Where are you from?"

"Manhattan. You?"

"Ireland. My flight just got in."

She gave him another smile. "Well, let me be the first to welcome you to New York. You staying long?"

"No. I'm waiting for my flight to get in." He looked around. "This place is rather crowded.

She glanced around them too. "Yeah, that's New York for you. I've been here for the past two hours. My flight was delayed."

"Where are you headed?"

"Some stupid resort my sister's making me go to. She says I've been over working myself."

He grinned. "I can relate."

She cocked her head slightly. "Really? Well, that's a relief."

"How old is your sister?"

"Twenty-three. We're twins." She added.

He nodded. "My sister is a bit younger then you. She'll be twenty in a few months."

"And how old are you?"

He raised his eyebrows again. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you know my age. I want to know yours."

"I'm forty-two."

Suddenly a voice spoke over the intercom. "Flight 695, to Los Angeles, California, is now boarding at Gate A7. We apologize for the delay and hope that there is no inconvenience for you."

She sighed and pulled her bag onto her shoulder. "That's me. Well, it was nice to meet you, Domovoi."

He held out his hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jennifer."

She ignored the hand, instead giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. "Have a safe flight." She breathed, then she turned and was lost in the swarm of people.

Butler sat there for a while, frozen in a mixture of surprise that she had done something like that, and regret that he would never see her again, until his flight was announced and he had to rush off to board the plane.

A/N: Okay, this was a bit longer. It was fun writing. Next chapter almost completely takes place on a plane. I've decided they're going to Hawaii, because that's where I'd love to go if I had to money. Please review!