A/N: Thanks for reviewing, you guys. I'm so glad someone actually likes my ButlerOC fic. Here's chapter four.

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Chapter Four: Flight

Fox stumbled onto the plane, dazed and annoyed. Because of the flight delay in New York, she had missed her flight. This meant that she had had to take another flight from Los Angeles to Miami, Florida. So now she was on her third and hopefully last flight of the day. She was exhausted and ready to collapse. She knew it was her own fault for not sleeping on the plane to LA, but she had been too busy reading.

She thought back to the man she had met at JFK. Domovoi Butler. He had seemed so familiar. But she didn't know the name from anywhere. She had known a Darren Butler a while back. When she was eighteen. But he had been a spoiled, scrawny brat her own age. And he had been her sister's first successful target. She was sure there was no family resemblance between the two.

Then it hit her. She did know him! But not by name. He had been the man who had threatened her in Paris. After she had shot the boy that was with him. His son? Guilt plunged into her stomach, mingling with regret.

How could she have been so stupid? She should have recognized him! Now she had endangered herself and her sister. Now, if he recognized her voice, he could use her name against her. And he now knew Sparrow's last name as well.

Tell the first person you meet your name! She thought angrily. You idiot, Jenny! What has Shark always told you? Never, EVER, tell anyone your birth name! Its Fox. Just Fox!

She sighed and took her seat. She knew she shouldn't have told. She was supposed to think things through. That was a part of her business. That was the first rule. She should be trying to forget her name. But it wasn't that bad. It wasn't like she would ever see him again. He lived in Ireland!

Fox closed her eyes. She had joined the agency when she was only eighteen. She had thought of it as this wonderful thing back then. She had wanted to join sooner, but Shark and Lynx had refused to let her. Shark and Lynx. The two that had taken her and her sister in when their parents died. The two that had trained them to become what they were now. Yes, it had been an honor. A privilege. A great way to earn easy money. Blood money. That was what she had thought. Until her first kill.

She hadn't know what killing was like. She had heard Shark talk of killing all the time. Had trained with real guns. But she hadn't realized what it was like. To actually take a life. Her first target had been a man in his late forties.

&Flashback&

She pressed her eye to the scope, aiming the gun carefully, excitement flooding through her. Her first kill. Sparrow had already done it. Now it was her turn. She had trained long and hard for this. Now, if she could pull this off, she would be welcomed into the agency that her parents had worked for. She was aiming the gun at the door, waiting for the target to come out. She had to attack before he got into his car, or else the mission would be a failure.

The door opened, and the target stepped out. But he wasn't alone. He was carrying a small girl in his arms. She was no older then six. And his wife was with him too. A knot tightened in her stomach. Her mind was suddenly clouded with doubt. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. A family?

As she watched, he kissed the little girl on the forehead and set her down, then turned to his wife.

"Have a nice day at work, Dear," The wife's voice drifted through the hearing devise over her ears, drilling into her head no matter how hard she tried to block it out.

The target gave his wife a hug and a kiss, then he patted the little girl on the head. "You be a good girl, okay Sweetie?"

"Okay, Daddy." Replied the girl happily.

The target turned and began walking to his car. This was her chance. It was either kill him now, or fail the mission. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. Memories were zooming through her mind. Memories of her own parents. Of how it had felt to lose them.

"What are you waiting for?" She heard her sister hissing in her ear. "Just shoot him!"

She focused the scope again, aiming it straight at the man's heart. All she had to do was pull the trigger. Just pull the trigger, and he would die. Her finger pressed against the trigger, ready to fire. But her finger seemed to have become paralyzed. She watched the target, as if in slow motion, walking towards the car.

"Jennifer? What's wrong?" Asked Lynx, concerned.

"Just shoot, its simple!" This was Shark, his voice angry.

She tried to block them out. Tried to pretend she was alone. She didn't have to kill him. She could just walk away. But then she wouldn't be allowed into the agency. And that was what she really wanted…right?

The target dropped his keys. He stopped to pick them up. This was her last chance. It was now or never. She aimed the sniper a third time, readying herself.

"Hurry up, Sis!"

"Do it!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do it NOW!"

Shark's words sliced into her brain. She pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out, and into the man's heart. He fell to the ground, and died instantly. She dropped the gun, her heart pounding in her ears as she watched the wife running to the man, watched the daughter sobbing. She looked away from them, shoving the hearing devices off her ears so she didn't have to listen to them. But the little girl's face, full of grief, was etched in her mind.

She looked up at the other three. Her sister, Shark and Lynx. Her family, she realized. The thought almost made her laugh. They were unlike any family she had ever known. Sparrow shrieked with joy and grabbed her in a tight hug, nearly squeezing the breath from her lungs.

"You did it! You're in! Oh, Jenny! This is great!"

"She's not Jenny anymore." It was Shark who spoke. He was looking at her with a sort of vicious pride. "It's Fox. And that's what it'll stay. Welcome to ACE."

Fox just nodded. She felt numb. Contaminated. She just wanted to go home, lock herself in her room, and cry. But where was home? She didn't know. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing had for the past twelve years. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. It was Lynx. He was smiling down at her, though his eyes were concerned.

"I'm proud of you, Fox." He said quietly, so that only she could her.

She just nodded. What could she say? In a matter of seconds she had gone from excited teenager, to cold-blooded killer. She sighed inwardly as they began their way back ACE headquarters. She was an assassin now. And that, as Shark had said, was what she would stay.

&End Flashback&

Fox leaned back in her seat, trying to fight back the memories and overwhelming feelings of doubt she knew so well. Ever since that day, she had felt cold and numb most of the time. She had never gone on reprieve before, though Sparrow and Lynx had both urged her to. She didn't think she deserved a vacation from what she did.

Shaking these thoughts from her mind, she pulled a hat over her head, and allowed the fatigue to consume her. And as it did, she wondered if she would ever see Domovoi again. And if she did, what would she say? What would she do? It was so much to think about, and she was just too tired. And besides, the chances of that were one in a million.

---Diamonds---

Butler stepped onto the plane, dazed and annoyed. For one, had been flying nonstop all day, and was now going to have to fly again. And second…he couldn't seem to get the girl from the airport out of his mind. All through the flight he had thought of her, wondering why she had seemed so familiar and wishing he could have spoken to her longer. Not that it would have mattered. He didn't need a personal life to complicate things.

He sighed inwardly. He had often thought of marriage. Of raising a family. But he knew it could never happen. His job was just too dangerous. He couldn't risk hurting the ones he loved. It was hard enough with Juliet, and she was strong enough to handle herself.

He shook his head, trying to force these thoughts from his mind, and sat down in his seat. He glanced into the seat next to him. There was a sleeping woman, but she was facing the window and her hair were obscured by a hat. For a moment he thought again of Jennifer, then pulled out a book and began to read.

-Two Hours Later-

The woman stirred, and Butler looked up from his book for a moment. "Are you awake?" He asked politely.

She grumbled something, then turned to look at him. "Yes, I'm awake. And who the hell are-" She froze, staring up into his face. The hat slid off her head, revealing long, red hair. Panic flashed across her face, then was immediately replaced by a grin. "Hello, Domovoi. Nice to meet you again."

He blinked, then returned the grin. "Jennifer. I didn't expect to see you here."

She shrugged. "I had to take two flights. Sucks. I didn't even want to go to this stupid resort."

He frowned slightly. "Resort?"

She sighed. "Yes. My stupid sister insisted I go to a resort in Hawaii. Kona Village Resort, it's called. I'm staying there for a month."

He raised his eyebrows, staring at her in shock. "Are you serious?"

She cocked her head slightly. "Yes. Why?"

His smile widened. "Well, I'm going to Kona Village for a month."

She laughed, and touched his arm gently. "Well, I look forward to seeing you there. It'll be good to know someone."

Heat seemed to spread from his arm and throughout his entire body. He nodded mutely, trying to dispel the sensation in his arm where her hand was. This was going to be an interesting vacation.

A/N: I know, I know! I'm terribly sorry. I meant to update sooner. I've just been caught up in a ton of stuff. Please review. Love ya!