Authoress Note: Story takes place in the future. Some event changes will be explained in thoughts and all that jazz, so if you get confused, I apologize ahead xD

Authoress Extra Note: The last chapter was a bit eye opening random, huh? Well the point of this fic is to be so. Time is never really steady. People go back in time in their minds all the time, so in a way it's like time travel, right? And we learn better from the past cause we can see it better. While the future, that's what we fear and want. Man. I'm having fun with this fic and I hope you all are as well.

Once again, thank-you cedricsowner, veniceiet, niagaraweasel, and Englishrose2011 for taking the time to sit and read my fic. I know it's not the best, but I do feel grateful that at least someone out here on the HT fiction zone is giving the piece a try ^_^

July 19th, 2016

She stared deep into his eyes as best as she could now. There was a new, just noticed, tension in the room that she felt fully seep into her system as she slowly parted her mouth, her lips moving to answer him; to tell him what she hadn't wanted him to know. "Because of you," she whispered, seeing his eyes darken. "I left because of you."

Ames sat in the shower on the floor, the water cascading down on her. It was cold. She'd been in the shower for hours now. Her fingers and skin raw from the cold water, wrinkling from the lengthy time. She'd barely slept. He'd just left her. He'd stared at her like she had slapped him, his eyes going back to their emotionless slate of ice, before he'd just left and holed himself in the other guest room.

She'd cried. She didn't know why, but all she could do then was cry. This wasn't how she'd wanted him to know... Hell, she hadn't wanted him to know at all! She'd decided after her breakdown at Kidahi and Silas's place, that telling him was not in her best interest. He had a family. A son. And even if him and Valarie, his ex-wife, were no longer together, it was still wrong.

No. Telling him wouldn't help her at all. And him? He would just scoff. Revoke her and laugh at her for her feelings. She was just the punk JV kid to him. And no amount of her growing and changing would change his thoughts. No... No she should have just kept it all to herself. Should have just shut off herself and let him threaten and throw his fit... But like her younger self, she had to go and open her mouth.

She curled tighter against herself and buried her face in her knees, shaking, trying to let her whole body just go numb to get rid of the lost feeling she now had. The pain. "Too much of the same stories in our lives. I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives. (I think it's time for us to walk away from here)!"Ames jumped slightly as her cellphone went off, the familiar Trapt song telling her exactly who it was.

Shivering, Ames crawled out of the shower and dug through her pajamas to grab her phone, hitting the answer tab and holding the phone close to her wet ears and cheek. "Hey... What's up," she answered, her voice hoarse and words slightly stuttered as she wrapped a towel around her shivering form, turning off the shower.

"Ames! What is wrong with you? You get back and I don't even get a single phone call? I'm hurt!" The familiar and friendly voice of an old friend actually brought a smile to her face just crestfallen face, as she let out a cough of a laugh. "Sorry... It was a long trip back. I just got settled in last night." She heard a huff on the other side, but knew she wasn't in trouble. She would never be mad at Ames. They had to much history with each other,

"Hey... You OK?You sound kinda... Dead." Ames frowned. If she could already pick up on it just from a few words, then Ames must be looking and sounding worse than she thought. "Actually," Ames sighed, pushing her wet hair back and out of her face. "No, I don't feel so hot." She wouldn't lie to her. No reason to. Only four people knew of her feelings for Guerrero before this, and Ames knew she could trust her friend.

A sympathetic "oh" was whispered, before the phone shuffled a little. "Come over today. Come over and lets talk. I have some things to show you anyway, and the surprises might help you relax a bit." Ames thought about it, as she looked at her disheveled and pretty pathetic appearance. She really hadn't planned on going anywhere now. All she wanted to do was lock herself up in her new room.

But then she'd still be close to him; two doors and a hallway the only thing separating her from him. So far she hadn't heard him leave his room... Course that didn't mean anything. He was a fully trained, stealthy, assassin. If he wanted to sneak out without being heard, he could. Even with her better hearing and senses, even she wasn't that good yet. Chance would be the only one who could hear him.

Sighing, Ames gave a lopsided smile. "Sure... I'd love to. Let me get my clothes on and I'll meet you at your place... You still live in the old apartment, right?" She heard a content sigh, notifying Ames that she'd been holding her breath. "Actually no. I moved out. Wasn't enough room anymore. I'll text you my new address. It shouldn't be hard to find."

After that, the two said their goodbyes, before Ames hit the end tab and sat her phone on the table, looking at her wet form, before taking a comb briefly to her hair, brushing her teeth, and putting her long locks up in a messy, wet, ponytail and pulling on the fresh pair of clothes she'd dragged into the bathroom with her; a simple red t-shirt, capri jeans, a simple bracelet, and a pair of red sandals. She applied a small amount of make-up, before stuffing her phone in her back pocket after glancing over the text message with the address.

She cautiously exited the bathroom,looking down the hallway at Guerrero's room, making sure it was closed and he wasn't out and possibly downstairs. When she saw the door was closed, she quickly walked to her room and grabbed her small coin and car purse, before heading quickly down the stairs, still not spying him anywhere, before making it to the stairway and down and out to her car that Silas had told her he'd drop off some time this morning. She'd have to thank him for that next time they talked.

Starting up the car, she quickly backed up and peeled out of her parking spot. In her hurry, she hadn't noticed the security camera following her out the door and to her car and as she left.

o0o

"Never known you to hide, bro."

Chance starred at his friend, as he logged out of the buildings security system before shutting his computer, and stuffing it into his shoulder bag. Guerrero didn't look up or show any acknowledgment that he'd heard his old friend, save for the slight squaring of his jaw and twitch of his lip. Subtle signs that Chance had long ago picked up on, knowing that they meant one thing; watch his next steps and words.

When the shorter male finally turned his gaze towards hm, he could see a flash of slight irritation. "Wasn't hiding," he almost growled. Chance frowned. He was going to get some serious backlash from the shorter male for his next few words, but he really didn't care. Guerrero needed to hear this. "Sure looked like you were hiding from her. What? Afraid of Ames or something?"

Guerrero stiffened and his jaw clinched, Chance able to hear his teeth gritting slightly. "What did you expect me to do," he bit out. Chance knew Guerrero was a private person. Didn't like his business being out there for everyone and their cousin to see. This thing with Ames, however, was anything but private to Chance.

Two week after Ames had left, the team had finally noticed something was off. Ames had been gone for long periods before. But never this long. And if she was, she'd have called by now. Alarms went off in everyone's mind. Ilsa had tried to reach her multiple times on her cellphone, but had come up with only a notice stating that the phone was no longer in service.

Winston had went to her house and had her locker checked out, notifying them all that her stuff was gone. All her important and smaller items, all the contents in her locker and home, were gone. Guerrero had pulled up footage from her house and the last day they'd all seen her. The image of Ames cleaning out her locker and simply leaving without a goodbye had them all baffled. And when Guerrero had informed them that he couldn't trace her anymore, the tracer he'd placed on her gone, and that she'd payed her rent for the next coming months, had Winston and Ilsa worried, Chance curious, and Guerrero... Mad.

He'd left for her apartment and swept through it, before going after the landlord. After that, for about two months, Guerrero had searched, and had come up with nothing. His last lead being the docks, before she seemed to vanish. It was as if Ames had been swept off the face of existence for all of them.

After that, Ilsa had begged to send out a missing persons report, but Chance had advised against it. From what they could all see, Ames had left of her own choice. Sure he was worried. But if she wanted to be found, they would have by now. Ames had a way of making herself be seen when she needed to and wanted to be. And if they couldn't find her by then, well perhaps she wanted to be left alone.

Eventually Ilsa and Winston had relented and no report was made... But Guerrero had kept at it. He was... Off then. He was moodier than usual, easier to set off. Ilsa hadn't stood for that and had all but snapped back at his attitude and rude comments. Now Guerrero wouldn't actually hurt Ilsa; not if he didn't want to loose Chance. But he would threaten and he would play the domination and back off card on her. And he had. Ilsa, refined well mannered Ilsa, had hissed back a retaliation to his threats. Needless to say, it had been a shocking display of dominance that hadn't needed. But Ilsa had backed off. And that had mostly been what Guerrero had wanted.

But Chance wasn't Ilsa. He hadn't backed off. After the show of dominance between the two, Chance had tailed Guerrero to one of his safe houses. He hadn't really needed to. Years before, Chance had gotten bored, and had decided to see if he could get away with spying on his friend without being caught; he hadn't been, and now knew the location of three of his safe houses in San Francisco.

Guerrero hadn't been pleased. He really hated people going through his stuff or knowing to much about him, unless he handed you the information. This hadn't been handed, and Guerrero, being in the off state he had been, had actually started a confrontation. The night had been off and everything just seemed to out of place for Chance; like the day Katherine had opened up his eyes to show him the bad of what he was doing.

So after they'd trashed through the place and beaten the living snot out of each other, Chance and him had shared a drink nursing their broken noses and bruised bodies. It had taken awhile, but Guerrero finally revealed he was worried. Worried about Ames and her sudden disappearance. He'd tried to act as though it was because he didn't fully trust her and that she was a loose end, but Chance knew that was bullshit then and there. Guerrero wasn't going to out and tell him, but he knew Chance knew and nothing he said or did would change that. Not even throwing him at the bottom of the ocean.

Chance studied the appearance of his oldest friend and partner. To anyone else he looked his usual self; emotionless, indifferent, and still someone to fear. But to Chance, he could see frustration, pain, and even confusion. Chance hadn't meant to, but he'd heard Ames's confession last night. She'd left because of Guerrero. But exactly what from Guerrero had caused her to leave? "You could have talked to her," Chance finally answered, his arms crossing.

Guerrero scoffed, zipping up his shoulder bag quickly, before throwing it carefully onto the couch next to Carmine as he made his way to the kitchen. He was still to hung-over to leave, Chance noted, before following him into the kitchen. This was going to be a long, painful, talk.

o0o

Ames took in the simple home before her. It was a nice place... And five houses down from Guerrero's kids home? Did he know she lived here? He had to know. She figured him for the type of guy to keep track and know everything about every single one of his neighbors.

Stepping out of her car, Ames pushed her sunglasses up onto her head as she smiled at the calm neighborhood, before making her way up the cement laid sidewalk to the door, quickly ringing the doorbell. From her spot on the porch, she could just make out the blue house and spotted a small tricycle on the lawn next to a t-ball set. Ames smiled, happy to see he still played with her gift she'd gotten him.

"Coming! Coming!" Ames jumped, looking at the still closed door, as a male voice was heard on the other side. Had she come to the wrong house? Puzzled, Ames watched as the door opened, and her jaw nearly hit the floor, as the male staring back at her blinked once, twice, before a shy and awkward wave was thrown her way.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Ames exclaimed, opening the door to smile and hug the accident prone male, who seemed surprise as he pat her back awkwardly. "Hi-Hi, Ames! I didn't know you were back... Chance and Winston didn't tell me, I told them to. I mean I did help look for you when I heard you left-" Ames just smiled but drowned him out as the older male kept rambling. It was good to see him again. Harry may have been a clumsy, accident prone, pain, but he was a good guy and had been very good to Ames every time they'd worked with him (mostly working for him, seeing as he was usually the one needing saving).

"Harry, sweetie? Who's at the door?" Ames's head shot up the stairs as a younger, but taller and more defined, old friend of hers stared back at Ames with bright green eyes behind thick glasses that made her look owlish. She had a head of choppily cut auburn hair that was now shoulder length, and pale skin and light pink lips pulled into a wide smile as she quickly, but carefully, made down the stairs to pull Ames into a tight hug. Ames laughed, hugging her back, her eyes wide as she felt something push against her stomach. Pulling back from her friend, she looked down and saw the tell-all bump of her stomach.

"4 ½ months," she whispered happily, "it's gonna be triplets!" Ames's jaw dropped as she placed her hand on the woman's stomach. "Jesus! O! This is great!" Ames couldn't help but feel outright joy for her friend... Only for it to be replaced with confusion. "Wait? Who's the father?"

Beside the two females, Harry let out a sound like he was clearing his throat, but actually sounded like he was choking, as Ames looked between the two. "Wait! Harry? Harry is the father? What happened to never having kids til you got marri-" Ames was cut off as her smaller friend held out her hand to show off the simple, but still beautiful, ring. "Two years this month! We meet after we heard you were missing. I went to Chance and the others and Harry was there. He was so sweet Ames. Took him a month to ask me out. He was so sweet," she leaned her head on his shoulder, and Harry's face flushed a light pink.

"A year and a month later, he proposed and I said yes. We had a small wedding. Winston gave me away. It was real sweet of him, seeing as I never meet my real father or mother you know," she was practically glowing now, "I took so many pictures and asked Harry's sister to record the whole thing so you could see it when you came back, cause lets face it, I knew you would."

Ames was just speechless now. Harry and Olivia? Never, not in a million years, would she have seen that coming... And yet, it made sense. O and Harry were both clumsy but caring, both stubborn when trying to be helpful, and both loved to read (or at least Harry liked to be read to).

"What about your old apartment and all your books? You've been collecting them for years," Ames asked, causing Harry to pipe up. "I fixed up the downstairs to be her own library! Has shelves and everything... Chance helped of course..." Olivia laughed. "He accidentally nail gunned his sleeves to the wall. I had to call Chance to help get him free!" Harry was blushing two shades darker of pink, as he was kissed on the cheek.

"Oh lets stop standing in the doorway! Come on up, Ames. You'll love it! I actually have a floor and furniture to use." Ames watched her head up the stairs and assure Harry she could make it up just fine, before she followed the loving couple up and into their home.

R & R

Why am I not surprised that this isn't the last chapter? Oh yeah, cause I had more ideas to add to it xD And yes! OAR makes her appearance again! Olivia A. Rogers can be found in my fic Bibliophilia. People seemed to like her a lot, so I brought her back. And I just love her with Harry!

Hmm... We never got a last name for Harry... Anyone got one they think works... Cause she wouldn't be Rogers anymore since she'd married x3

Hope you're having fun! I am! Also, sorry for any OOCness with Guerrero! I was having trouble with him .