Rachel looked around the small café. She had never been here before, but she guessed it should have more people then were in there, none. This was the first thing that put her on alert. Being an agent had sharpened her senses, and those senses were going off big time.
Everything in her body, every muscle and cell, told her to get out of there. But she couldn't. Not if Jason was here. She surveyed the area and noticed a rose on one of the tables. She quietly made her way over to the table.
This rose had nothing attached to it, so Rachel decided that it must be there to let her know where to sit. As she sat there her mind began to wander, despite the fact that she was on alert for danger. Her thoughts traveled and soon came to Jason.
She had caught a brief look at him at the warehouse, but she realized she didn't really get a good look at him. She wondered if he looked the same. Then she wondered if she'd even care when she saw him. Right now curiosity was what was keeping her there, but anger wasn't that far off shore.
The man she had loved more than life itself had led her to believe he was dead. How could she not be angry? She felt the hairs on the back her neck stand up, and she knew she was being watched. She swiftly turned around, and there he was. Her heart felt like it literally had stopped.
She slowly stood up. Jason looked as if he were almost as in shock. He slowly walked towards her. Rachel felt herself take a few steps back. "Hello Rachel," Jason said quietly.
Rachel felt tears start to fall down her face. She got the sudden urge to prove to herself that Jason was really there, that he wasn't really some ghost come back to haunt her. And so she made herself move towards Jason. Soon she stood directly in front of him.
She cautiously put her hand out and touched him. Solid, He was solid, he was real, he was alive, he was…. Rachel slapped him right across his face. She had hit him hard enough to make him cry out in pain. She looked at him hate in her sea green eyes.
He looked at her at gently. She hit him again this time harder. He touched his face where she had hit him. He winced slightly. "Rachel I…"
Rachel tried to slap him again, but this time Jason caught her arm.
"Let me go," Rachel snapped, trying to pull her arm away from the man.
"Not until you calm down," Jason answered, struggling to keep the woman from killing him.
"I hate you," Rachel heard herself scream. "I hate you!"
"I know you do," Jason answered, "And you have every right to be." "I hate you," was all Rachel could say.
Tears rushed down her face like a waterfall. Suddenly broke free of Jason's grip, but instead of hitting him she found herself in his arms instead.
She wept quietly. Jason just held her and kind of wondered what to do. After what seemed like forever. Rachel managed to regain her composer and she pulled away from her old love.
She looked wearily up into Jason's eyes. A surprise awaited her.
He had been crying too. His beautiful gray eyes were red from all the tears. He turned his head away from her.
"Shall we sit," he asked her quietly.
She didn't answer, but sat down as suggested.
They sat across from each other, and in spite of the seriousness of the situation. She found herself checking Jason out. She was the same height of course about six feet, three inches. His hair was the same jet black, it was however longer then she remembered. It was pulled back into a ponytail.
Besides that though, he looked exactly the same. So handsome….
"I'm glad you came Rachel," Jason was saying, "I'm sure there are a lot of things we want to know." Rachel looked at him angrily.
"Surely not, why on earth would I want to know anything," she asked sarcastically, "I mean I only believed you dead for eight years!" "Rachel I know your mad," Jason started.
"Mad," Rachel yelled, "Mad doesn't even start to explain what I feel. I feel… I just… How could you do this to me?! How could you let me die inside like you did?"
Jason looked down at his hands. "Answer me," She yelled.
"To protect you," Jason finally answered without looking up.
Rachel laughed bitterly.
"To protect me," She shrieked, "To protect me from what?!"
Jason looked up at Rachel slowly.
"From…your father…."
I'm so mean. Leaving ya'll hanging like this when. Lol. I promise I'll have some more up on Tuesday if I don't get writer's block. Read n Review!