A/N: Sorry I have been gone for so so so so so so long, I've just been

super busy with things. But never the less, here's chapter 14. Hope

its good, my birthday is in 3 days! (August 19th!) ^.^ Follow me on

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Chapter 14:

Jack ran out of the dojo, no time being wasted. He clearly heard Kim calling and

calling and calling his name, to come back and give her some form of explanation

to why the previous events had just happened. He looked down at his feet as he

continued to run , they looked weird to him and almost as discombobulated as his

brain was at the moment.

Did he do the right thing by leaving Kimberly just alone, like that, in the dojo?

Probably not.

Would he talk to her again? He doesn't know that either. He felt as if his brain

didn't know anything except how to keep his legs moving. Left and right. Left and

right.

He thought about where he should go as he continued to run, feeling as though he

couldn't stop; if he did, his problems might just catch up to him quicker than they

usually do.

Go home? No … no one's there.

HQ ? Train with some weapons… but wait Scarlet is there…

Jack really pondered about this, so much so that he even slowed to a walk totally

disregarding the earlier statement. He figured that she would be busy anyway, with

whatever work they had paged her to do after school. He sighed and ran his fingers

through his shaggy, always messy, brown hair and walked up to the HQ's front

doors.

Jack's P.O.V. Tuesday 4:15

After swiping my card and typing in the code, I gingerly walked in. As usual,

people were bustling around, but none was in a rush. This was the time of the day

when everyone acted a bit more leisurely than usual, and the building was too big

to ever be crowded. Walking towards the elevator, I was glad that no one had

noticed me. I didn't want to be alone but yet still I didn't want to be recognized. I

remembered the place where the weaponry station was on account of being there

with Scarlet last night. I walked into the elevator and pressed button 28 and a few

minutes later I walked to room 2108.

The weaponry station, now that I realized, has countless number of corridors, more

than back home I'm guessing. Right now, being the state that I'm in, I figured the

best thing to do would be to find Ashe Carter and train with him. I made sure that

my mother had informed him on our move and made sure that he was coming.

Training with him since I was 4 didn't brighten up the idea for me to get used to a

new trainer. I know we weren't supposed to get attached to people at work, but this

was a different case.

I walked to where I knew he would be, the training and fighting station would be in

the corridor next to the weapon vault.

He was working with a girl that looked close to his age, 29 is the answer I choose.

My mom taught me all too well on profiling people. He was teaching her a side

aerial to backflip; something I learned at seven. I smiled as I leaned up against the

wall watching, trying not to look as cocky as I felt. He soon noticed me though.

"Alright Meredith, that's all for today. Keep working though." She nodded then

existed. "Okay Jack, how may I help you today?" Carter asked as he wiped off his

hands and then re-taped them, something that happened to remind me of Kimberly.

I shook my head.

"Um, I just want to um, train a bit; you know?" he looked at me expectantly, like

he wanted more words, maybe a story to come pouring out of my mouth at

moment if he continued to stare me in the eye; but I hid all those emotions.

"Nothing more? Usually this would be scheduled," I nodded my head, he was

sudden move, but asking such personal questions us unusual in our sort of life. We

weren't supposed to care about each other in such ways.

"Let us commence with training then." He said instead.

Tuesday 6:30.

Finished up with training for the day with Carter left me feeling sweaty, tired,

worn out, muscles aching, but none the less, relaxed and back in control. Hair

damp, I find myself looking for Scarlet. With not seeing her for so long, I was a bit

uneasy. I texted her a few minutes ago saying,

'Hey, where are you? Haven't seen you all day. Im in the cool off room waiting,

come by.'

She had replied with a simple 'okay, be there in 5.' Not telling me where she was,

but the curiosity wasn't killing me. So here I was in the cool off room, and while I

waited, I pulled off my sweaty shirt, reminding myself to throw in the wash bin

later when I got home, and then washing my hair in the nearby sink. I kept my

shorts on and sat on the comfy leather black bench as I waited, closing my eyes,

and loving the silence; something I was forced to grow up in and cherish. Close to

4 minutes later I heard soft shoes padding in the far right, sounding like the person

wanted to be quiet and unnoticed, obviously thinking no one was here. My muscles

tensed up, ready to fight, but I kept my eyes closed.

"Jack?" my ears perked up and my body relaxed. I opened my eyes even though I

already knew who it was.

"I'm in here Scar." I replied, raising myself up to sit properly as she walked in. She

smiled as soon as she saw me.

"Hey, you look beat." She said laughing a tiny bit, I smiled also as she came and

sat next to me. I noticed she looked tired as well.

"I could say the same about you; what got you so tired?" she sighed as she got up,

the back of her shirt sweaty, I had just noticed.

"Training like a dog today. Right after school and I just finished." She started to

take her shirt off as I tried to find something else to focus on.

"Gosh, why are they training you so hard?" I asked, looking at my fingers.

"I don't know, Jack you got to remember this is CIA and we're only like 14."

Oh yeah that's right. Its not that I forget, I'm just so used to this life. Scarlet

continued on, her shirt completely off now.

"And its not like we all get special training from our mommies." She giggled as

she threw her shirt at my face. I caught it though before it could touch me,

something we both knew was going to happen.

"Hey! That is so not my fault!" I said laughing. "I just have natural talent." She

doubled over in laughter at this comment. I felt myself blush. "What? You don't

agree?" she didn't even bother answering, just continued to laugh as she took her

damp hair out of its bun. It cascaded down as she took out some knots, her face

screwed up in annoyance. I knew for a fact that she hated knots in her hair. But it

was then that I realized how long her hair had gotten since the last time I really

gazed at it, which was probably years ago. I instantly wanted to touch it. Call me

crazy, but I did.

She turned on the sink. I cleared my throat and got up.

"Want me to help?" she looked up, with partial golden brown hair in her face and

smiled, "Sure." I was going to say I should help since she looked so tired, but she

didn't need any further explanation, which I was granted for. I got the soap from

the far end of the sink and brought it over as she leaned her head over and rested it

on the sink. I squeezed some soap into my hand, lavender soap, and rubbed it

together then gently laid my hands on her head and started to lather it. I did it

softly because once again I knew she had a sensitive scalp and I didn't want to hurt

her. After a few minutes of me thinking that it was enough lathering she turned on

the tap to the temperature that she wanted and then leaned back down for me to

wash it. As soon as the water hit her head she sighed, and I tried to hold in a

chuckle.

"Done." I said with a smile. She rose up, hair all dripping in front of her face,

looking adorable, that I almost forgot she wasn't wearing a shirt the whole time. I

gasped at my thoughts, just because they surprised me that much. I looked back at

her now confused face.

"Uh, let me go get you a towel for your body- I mean your hair! Your hair is what I

meant."

Walking away to the towel shelf, I almost smacked myself. How could I be so

stupid! What is wrong with me anyway? I shook my head, ashamed of myself.

I got her favorite color towel, purple, and walked back to her.

"Here, get dried up before you get sick." I smiled wearily at her to show nothing

was different. She nodded and smiled and walked over to the sitting area.

"I'm going to head out you know? We got school in the morning and all that…" I

drifted off saying. She nodded.

"Alright see you later Jack."