A/N: Sorry that this one is so short, but I couldn't really think of anything else. Please read and review to tell me what you think! And if you have any ideas for my one shots, I would love to hear them just PM me!
Over the next few days, Ramona slept on the couch in the lounge part of the hideout. Stephen would come in every day after his training at Ultra, and sit and watch her clean her guns. They would talk on occasion, mostly him asking her questions, but for the most part they were quiet. There were a few days when Ramona would ask Stephen questions about his life, sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't. Stephen learned real quick that Ramona didn't like to talk about her past, but he respected her wishes about that.
They had gotten close over those few days. Even though they sat mostly in silence, it wasn't unpleasant. Today, Stephen had an extra long training session at Ultra. When he came in, Ramona was sitting on one of the couches reading a book. He walked over and collapsed opposite her in exhaustion.
"Tough day?" she asked. Stephen looked at her in surprise, and Ramona raised her eyebrow. "What?"
Stephen shook his head. "Uh, nothing. Yeah, they had me work extra on my telekinesis." He then noticed the strange writing on the book she was reading. "Is that Russian?"
Ramona let a small smile cross her face. "Ukrainian, but you were close."
"You can read Ukrainian?"
"Speak and write," she added.
Stephen thought about that for a moment. "Do you know any other languages?" he asked.
Ramona placed the book on her lap, but didn't close it. "I can speak, read and write in twelve different languages."
'Wow,' Stephen thought.
'I'm a Jack-of-all-Trades,' she reminded him in his mind. 'I would need to be able to speak and write in different languages.'
"Never thought about it like that," Stephen mused aloud.
Ramona couldn't help the small laugh that came out her mouth. Stephen looked at her in surprise again. That was the first time that he had heard her laugh, and earlier, it had been the first time that he had heard genuine concern for someone. Usually, she was emotionless, cold or angry, and arguing with John.
"Stephen," Ramona's voice called, which snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked at her with clarity. "Are you okay? I said your name a few times, and you didn't answer."
Stephen shook his head, and nodded at Ramona. "I'm fine. I guess I'm a little tired from the training."
Ramona tilted her head to the side a bit. "You're sure you're alright?"
He nodded again and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm sure." Stephen then decided to change the subject. "So, what are you reading about?"
The raven haired young woman narrowed her eyes slightly at him. He was obviously thinking about something, but she respected him, so she would let him go this time. "Poetry," she replied simply.
"Poetry?" he repeated, and she nodded.