Okay next chapter. Sorry it took so long but I've had lots to do and got a bit stuck with the next chapter. Any ideas on how to rescue people from locked rooms? Thanks for the reviews and for bearing with me. Hope you enjoy and please R&R xx

Oh um I don't own M. although if I did it wouldn't have ended the way it did and I don't own If we don't let it go by Jo Dee Messina or Boys don't cry by Plumb.


Chapter 10

3rd POV

Kittie, Rose and Carrie were sat in the base by the computers, talking quietly about earlier events. Oscar was stood to the side, leaning against the wall, glaring at the trio and muttering.

"Stupid girls, stupid Kittie. She's corrupted them, turned them against me, even Frank. Everyone's being sympathetic and all sorry for that little… witch who's acting all innocent and weak. She's not, she's just playing them, using them like she's used me. I hate her so much! She's so evil and manipulative!"

Frank stepped out of the lift and shook his head. He walked past Oscar and sat down to the left of the girls. They stopped and looked at him. Kittie looked over at Oscar and back at Frank, her eyes wide open in shock, before lowering her head to stare at her hands. Frank motioned for Oscar to come and join them. Oscar sighed and slowly wandered over, leaning on the wall facing Frank. Kittie looked up and shuffled further away from him. Frank coughed and the girls looked up.

"Alright. Now, following last Saturday's events, I think we need to take a break from missions at least for now. Before you all start protesting, you are not working as a team, don't deny it please. From what I've heard, and seen, Oscar and Kittie have had a… slight disagreement and have been uh… hitting each other. That's not going to go on any longer. Your personal lives are not to get in the way of you being spies. I've spoken to Stark and Tristan and we've all agreed both of you should get leave until you've calmed down and hopefully sorted something out. Kittie and Oscar that is seeing as it's just you to which have been having a problem."

Kittie shot out of her chair. "What?"

Frank held up his hands and stepped back so he could see Kittie and Oscar. "Look, Kittie, you need a break. You need to relax and calm down. The time off for you is so you can spend time with your family, something you've been complaining about for a while now. Spend some time with your family rather than having to flit between two lives. You're free to go until we call you, and so's Michael. You have been listened to and we've realised just how much you do. I'm sorry it hasn't happened before but… just go and spend time with your family."

"Th-thank you. Oscar…"

He flinched and closed his eyes, his face grim. "Leave me alone. You've done enough already."

Kittie nodded sadly. "Alright then. I'll see you guys around up top. Thanks Frank."

He nodded and waved. Carrie snickered then waved as Rose elbowed her. Kittie walked out and off to the side towards the stairs and stopped at the foot of the stairs, her right foot hovering above the step. She shook her head and hid in the shadows, waiting to hear what was going to happen with Oscar.

As soon as she'd left, Oscar exploded.

"What the hell Frank? Kittie and I have had 'a slight disagreement and have been hitting each other'? No, you mean… that was once, she hit me first and before and after that I've had nothing to do with her. She is a callous self-centred bitch who's lied to me and turned my world upside down."

"So you do care about her then," Frank said quietly.

Oscar glared at him. "No I don't, I never said that."

"From the context, yes you did."

"Whatever Frank. As for this 'both of you should get leave until you calm down', one that doesn't make sense grammatically, two I am calm and three, what do you expect me to do?"

"Whatever you want as long as you stay away from Kittie! I don't want you anywhere near her."

Oscar hung his head and scuffed his feet. "Wouldn't want to go near her anyway."

"God Oscar, you're such an idiot! Kittie is an amazing girl who likes you for you, not Oscar Cole, and you're letting her slip away because you're too stuck-up to actually see the truth in front of you. As Kittie yelled at you in chemistry 'grow up'! She never lied to you about anything. Read her files and you'll see for yourself." Carrie stood up angrily and shoved a bunch of files at Oscar.

"Carrie, that's enough."

Oscar started flicking through the files and then dropped them. "Why would I want to read this? It's just a bunch of nonsense about a liar and a bitch."

"Oscar that is enough! You need to calm down. I've never seen you like this before and quite frankly I'm disgusted by your behaviour. You never lay a hand on a fellow agent, let alone a girl and your language…. I'm appalled and I've had enough. Go home Oscar."

"But Frank!"

"No, no excuses. Go on, go home."

"Frank…"

"I said go home Oscar," replied Frank, his gaze steady.

Frank turned away from the boy and sat at the computers with Rose and Carrie, talking quietly to them. Oscar glared at him, clenched his fists tightly and stormed off towards the elevator. Kittie jumped back slightly, further into the shadows, tears falling silently down her cheeks as she watched the blond boy leave. Slowly she turned and climbed the stairs, knowing he'd still hate her, whatever she did to try and change that. She should've known he'd react this way.


The end of the school day came and went. Kittie stood by the gate, waiting for Joe, absentmindedly staring at everyone as they walked past. Oscar walked past, talking to a girl from their art class. Kittie half-heartedly smiled and fiddled with the strap of her bag as the pair walked past, wishing Joe would hurry up. The girl stopped and smiled at Kittie, brushing her blond hair out of her eyes.

"You're painting looks amazing and you've not even finished it yet. I wish I could paint like you."

Kittie looked at her, shocked. "Um thanks Amy, but it's nothing, really. I've always liked painting; I just paint how I feel I guess."

"That doesn't matter, it's still amazing. The drooping rose. I don't even know you but it seems so… you. What do you think Oscar?"

He shrugged. "It's… good I guess."

"Th-thanks. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Amy smiled and turned to go. "Oh, I completely forgot, how are your hands? Are you alright?"

Kittie smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing a bit of cream won't fix and if it gets worse well then I'll just get some medication from the doctors or something but thanks. I've gotta go. Bye."

Kittie waved, stared at Oscar and walked away. Oscar looked at Amy and shrugged.

"What?"

Amy stared at him. "You know what. What's going on with you two? Last week you would have been saying how amazing her painting is, laughing and smiling but… you've been so distant and…"

Oscar turned away. "Yeah well, it's none of your business."

Amy grabbed his arm. "Oscar, she really likes you, anyone can see that."

"Well I guess everyone's wrong then. She hates me, she told me so herself. And it's mutual really."

She shook her head. "No she doesn't. I should know. I am after all a girl like her."

"Amy, can you just drop it, please? I just want to get home."

She smiled and let go. "Alright, I'm just trying to make you see what's in front of your eyes."

"Amy!" Oscar scowled at her.

Amy giggled. "Sorry, sorry. She's really nice though. You should give her a chance."

"Amy, if you keep mentioning her, I'll push you into the road."

She laughed and linked her arm with his, pulling him down the road with her. "That's not very nice but as it's you asking… I'll stop, for now at least but I'm not going to let you forget about her."

"I wish you would. It's getting annoying everyone telling me how great she is."

They walked down the road slowly.

"You love me really though, despite me annoying you, don't you?"

He tweaked her nose gently and she laughed.

"Of course I do Amy. What's not to love? Let me see, cute, blond, athletic, kind, sweet, caring… the list goes on love."

Amy beamed and flicked her hair. "Thanks. Come on, we don't want to be late."

Oscar stopped and let go of her arm. "Late for what?"

Amy laughed. "Going out silly. Carol and Peter are taking us all out for dinner."

"But that's not until 6 and we don't leave until 5. It's only just gone half 3."

"Ah but you're forgetting how long it takes me to get ready."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot you're… you. I don't know why you take so long."

"Beauty takes a little time. Hey, wait a sec. Were you insulting me Oscar?"

"Of course not." He hugged her and rested his head on hers. "Do you think Carol will let me go out for a bit before? I… I need to clear my head after what happened earlier."

"I'm sure she will. Come on, let's go. I need to make sure Em doesn't mess up my make-up again."

Oscar chuckled and let go. "That was funny."

Amy smiled wryly. "I suppose. It took days to get the hand prints off the walls and I had to bin most of it." Amy grabbed Oscar's hand and began pulling him down the road. "Come on!"

Oscar laughed and allowed himself to be dragged along by the girl, ignoring the fact Kittie used to do that.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Amy, slow down!"


Kittie's POV

I hate this. Silly boy. Why does he hate me? Why hasn't he listened or taken the time to hear my side of it? I never lied to him and I want him to know that but he doesn't listen and only talks when others ask him questions. Why won't he listen? Robin understood, so did Alan and Lexi, so why doesn't Oscar? Urgh boys are too confusing.

I rolled off my bed and pulled out Sophie's Christmas present: a decorated duvet cover with non-conventional Princesses drawn on including Anastasia, Thumbelina and Eilonwy. For each of the little ones, I was decorating bedding to give them each a separate set to stop the fighting every time the bedding was changed. I pulled out my iPod and plugged it into the speakers away from my pile of sewing. I turned it on and let it play, letting the intro waft over me.

Still thirsty

But the well has run dry

I would fill it with tears

But I aint gonna cry

I smiled at how true the song was. I love it and I knew I wasn't going to cry over Oscar anymore.

So hungry

For some kind of sign

I look for forgiveness

But there's rage in your eyes

Why was he annoyed with me? All I could see was anger when I looked at him. Anger at me and anger at himself for… believing in me. I wanted him to forgive me so much. I'd never meant to hurt him. Even if I wasn't going to cry, I still wanted him to forgive me. He was my friend at the very least, even though I wanted him to be more.

I should've seen it comin'

I should've been warned

Now I'm runnin' from a heartache

Into a storm

I should've known. I know him, so why didn't I know he'd act like this? I know he'd been calmer and happier around me and the little ones and… I guess I thought I could just change him. But despite everything that had happened, I still wanted him. I wasn't ready to give up on him yet. I'd had the time to grieve and cry and now, now I was needing to confront him and deal with all the anger he was directing at me.

If we don't let it go

Lay down the anger

Let the wild winds blow

If we don't let it go

We'll soon be strangers

If we don't let it go

I didn't want to lose him, especially over something like this. It wasn't fair. I hated not speaking to him, him ignoring me.

So clever

In your choice of words

But the time for talk is over

When no-one gets heard

Even the few words he'd spoken to me had left me reeling and hurt. But he'd made me angry as well. I hated being called a liar, especially when he was wrong and not me. And I guess we stopped talking and moved onto violence, the fight in the corridor earlier proved that. I shouldn't have hit him, it was a mistake, a big mistake and now… we weren't being listened to really. I guess I wasn't listening to what he was saying and neither was anyone else. He had no-one to understand and turn to, no-one to tell him what to do. He wasn't listening to me, and both Stark and Uncle Tristan never did.

So crazy

To leave it this way

With so little said

And so much to say.

I didn't like leaving it like this. I've tried speaking to him but since Saturday, excluding our shouting match earlier, he'd barely spoken to me at all. There was so much I wanted to talk to him about. Why am I always analysing songs? I love this song, so why am I comparing it to me?

I should've seen it comin'

I should've realised

Love has a dark side that can't be denied

I've got to stop. Yes I should've known but love's supposed to be about happiness, not evil. Love's opposite is evil so it shouldn't be a part of it and Oscar's definitely not evil, despite who his mother is. I picked up my iPod and changed the song. I liked it and it did kinda fit but for a start I was overanalysing it and secondly not all of it fit. The song changed and I sighed happily and let the mellow backing track wash over me, calming me. I think the song's very appropriate but I wasn't going to analyse another one.

I wish he'd talk to me and show some emotion other than anger. But it's true, boys don't cry except when they're little. Tom cries when he hurts himself badly but not very often, mainly when he hits his head really hard and Cal rarely cries and he's not even 7 yet. Gosh, life's too complicated.

I put down the duvet cover, sighed and turned my iPod off. I don't think I'll listen to my music right now. There's nothing I want to listen to that won't make me think about him. Maybe I'll go out. I'm sure Red won't mind if I take Aries out now. It's not too late and with Michael being off now… I'm sure he'll look after the little ones for me. I smiled. It's settled then.

I rolled off the bed, picked up my jacket and moved to shut the door. I felt something brush against my arm and I pushed open my door again. There was nothing I could see in my room and I turned back towards my door. I stopped and stared, wondering how I'd never noticed it before. It's been 8 weeks and yet… how could I forget? I walked slowly towards my door, my hand stretched out towards the black leather. My hand shook as my fingers brushed the material and my breath caught in my throat. I clenched the material tightly and pulled the jacket carefully off the back of my door. I held the jacket tightly to me and breathed in his scent. How I'd missed him. I felt tears slide silently down my cheeks but I didn't care. I'd forgotten he'd left it here.


-Flashback-

I smiled as Robin picked me up and began carrying me wedding style because I'd twisted my ankle when some guy had pushed me over at the park when we were coming back from our spot. The guy was now lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his stomach. I smirked. When Robin hit, he hit hard, fast and very, very accurately for a blind guy.

"Robin, Robin, put me down."

"No. One, you're light so it's no problem and two, there's no way I'm going to let you walk on your busted ankle when some jerk has hurt you. What would your parents say love?"

I laughed as he moved forward, watching the people in front of us move out the way. We left the field, entered the wood and he put me down gently.

"Sorry. I know you wouldn't care about the pain and we don't care about silly little things like twisting ankles and heck it was probably for show seeing as others aren't supposed to know we're…"

I held a hand up to his mouth. "Robin, you're rambling again. I'll be fine, you know I always am."

"Are you sure?" he asked, concern flickering in his sightless eyes.

I moved forward and hugged him, breathing in his musky Robin scent. "Yeah. I've got you to look after me, remember?"

He hugged me back and held me close. "Of course. I'll always be here, for as long as you need me, when you need me, forever if you want. I love you Kit."

"I love you too Bobin."

I felt him smile and he let me go. "Come on. I better get you home before… before your Uncle Max yells at me. You know he threatened me worse than your dad does but then…"

"Dad knew you from pre-school. Uncle Max… he just moved down here to 'help my dad out', plus they both learnt from Nana and you know what she's like. And it's 'threatened me more' not 'worse'."

He chuckled and took my hand in his, wrapping his large hand around my smaller one. "You're such a grammatist. But that's one thing I love about you."

He bent down and kissed me lightly. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He broke away and I shivered slightly, sad he'd pulled away.

"Are you alright?"

Damn, he'd felt me shiver. Just because he's blind, it didn't mean he was less of a person. If anything, he was super-human as the rest of his senses were so good.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just….a little cold." It was partly true but I felt like I was going to lose him soon.

"Why didn't you say? Here." He took off his jacket and held it out to me.

I shook my head and moved away slightly. "No, no. I'll be alright. I can't take your jacket. It's yours and it's your favourite and I don't want you to be cold. You don't have to…"

He smiled and I saw his sightless eyes shining. "Now who's rambling? Anyway, it doesn't matter; just take the jacket Kit, please? For me? I'd rather I be cold than you."

I sighed, knowing he'd never drop it, and took the jacket. "Alright, thanks." I shrugged on the jacket and smiled. The jacket was so warm and soft.

I took his hand again and we walked slowly through the forest, towards the hotel again. We walked in silence but it was happy silence and I felt happier than I had in days. As we reached the end of the forest, I heard Robin's phone go off. We stopped and he began searching through his pockets trying to find it. I looked down and felt something buzzing in the left pocket of the jacket. I reached in and pulled out the black phone, gazing at the screen, slightly confused. Why was Johny calling Robin? He knew I had my phone with me and although the two get on really well, Johny was still really protective and would call me first.

I shook my head and tapped Robin on the shoulder. "Here. It was in your jacket."

He took the phone, nodded, flipped it open and held it up to his ear, walking away slightly. He nodded several times, muttering now and then so I guess he was getting instructions. He closed the phone and walked over to me, his face looking very grim.

"What is it? What's happened?"

"I'm not sure. He wouldn't say much. I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm really sorry. Just make sure you get back safely alright? I'm sorry I can't help you put the little ones to bed before your parents get back."

"It's alright." I took his hand in mine and he pulled me into a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"I love you. I may see you later tonight if you're still up for movie marathon, and this doesn't take long of course, not that it should. If not, see you tomorrow love."

"Of course," I replied, resting my head on his muscled chest.

He kissed the top of my head and began to walk back the way we'd come. I sighed and turned to go and then I remembered about his jacket.

"Robin, wait. What about your jacket?"

He stopped, turned and flashed me a smile. "Keep it for now. It's about time you had something of mine which always seems to happen with other couples. Besides, I don't want you getting cold. I care about you more than one jacket love." He smiled again and continued walking away. I watched him fade into the gloom and darkness and started walking through the grass towards the hotel, glad for the comforting warmth and scent of my boyfriend that was coming from his jacket.

-End Flashback-


I must've forgotten about it after I'd hung it up out of the way. I hadn't wanted Cal or anyone else getting hold of it and ruin it and then after the events that followed then well… That was the night my parents died and things started to go wrong. I just wish he'd had his jacket. Maybe he wouldn't have died. He'd been coming over to mine after the funeral, to help with the little ones and I'd needed him but he couldn't find his jacket which made him late. If I'd remembered it was here or made him take it back instead on that night then maybe he would still be here and none of this would've happened. He would've been Alan's back-up on the roof, I wouldn't have been moved and then Oscar wouldn't have got cross with me. Then again, I'd never have met him really, but I wouldn't need to. I would've still had a boyfriend. I wouldn't know him but I'd still have Robin.

I shook my head and picked up the jacket, having laid it on the bed next to me as I remembered. I walked out of my room, closed the door and headed down the stairs towards the back garden. I walked past Michael's door, and seeing that he was inside, backed up and knocked quietly before entering.

Michael was sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard, reading. As I walked in, he looked up, smiled and put the book down next to him.

"Hey Kit, what's up?"

I stood by the door, fingering the leather. "I was just gonna go out to, uh, see, up to the uh… I was going to see Alan and Robin and Mum and Dad if you wanted to come."

"Maybe later. I really should be looking after Charlie but he's asleep at the moment so that's why I'm up here."

I smiled. "It's alright. You don't need to explain yourself to me." I sat on the foot of the bed and looked at Michael. "So what do you think about this 'leave' we've been given?"

"I don't care. It's nice to actually to be able to spend some time with you. Since Mum and Dad and Robin, I've barely seen even you and you go to bed much later than them. No, I don't care what you did or what you said but it worked. You got through to someone at last."

"Yeah and all it involved was fighting in the corridor," I muttered, turning away from Michael slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing," I slipped off the bed and stood over Charlie's crib, watching him sleep. I smoothed his fine blond curls and pulled the blanket over him more. "Look at him. He doesn't have a clue. In some ways it's good because he doesn't have to go through anything and won't get confused about why they're not here."

Michael stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I know, but he'll never know them, not really. It's sad I guess but…"

"But that's what happens with death. Right, I'm going to go and given Robin back his jacket. Wait, that sounds stupid. I'm going to tell him I found it and apologise and give it to his mum. Oh, Michael, it's all my fault." I started crying and wiped the tears away furious with myself for crying.

He hugged me and rested his head on top of mine. "Kittie, we've had words about this already. It's not your fault, don't ever think that. It's SKUL's fault. They're the ones who killed Mum and Dad, Robin and Alan. If Mum and Dad hadn't died, then maybe Robin and Alan wouldn't be dead either but there's nothing you can do about it now and it's not your fault. Stop killing yourself about it."

I flinched and he rubbed my shoulders.

"Sorry, sorry, bad phrasing. Sorry sis." He let go and turned me round to face him. "So what's been going on with you and Oscar? I swear I've seen him around here more than I've seen you, and now… The two of you… Kittie, you keep closing up every time he's mentioned, you didn't do painting with Cal, Sophie and Tom yesterday, Oscar didn't come over and then last night and Saturday night, I heard you yelling and screaming, calling out for Oscar in your sleep and saying you're sorry. That's not normal, so spill Kittie."

I looked at him and opened my mouth to lie to him and then stopped as I saw his face. "Okay. We uh fell out because I didn't tell him I was Honey and he flipped. And the reason for the leave of absence is because we uh started fighting in the corridor earlier. So now Oscar hates me, refuses to talk to me and refuses to listen when anyone tries to explain it to him. So if you don't mind, I want to forget about the argument with my would-be boyfriend and go and talk to the dead one for a bit, before I get loaded with more work."

I wriggle away from Michael who chuckled faintly. As I reached the door I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Are you… are you alright?"

Michael looked at me shocked. "Yeah, no, I'm good. I didn't realise how bad things are for you. I'm sorry. If there's anything you need me to do…"

"Yeah, I know, I just have to ask." I smiled. "Love you."

He smiled back. "Love you too."