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"Then why do you look like you are scared for your life right now?" I asked him.

"Because I know Neilson, and she is scary when she is mad, and I have a feeling that she is going to be very mad at me when she finds out that I am here."

"Oh, I see." I didn't want to admit to him that I was just as scared of Tasha mad as he was. Especially since I had no clue how she was going to react.

But as Tasha walked back into the great room it was clear that I was soon going to find out, whether I wanted to or not.

Chapter 5: And This Weak And Idle Theme

Xoxox Andi's POV xoxox

Reflecting back on my decision for how to tell Tasha and Oliver the relationship between the other and myself, I probably could have picked a better method, but I'll let you choose.

Xoxox Flashback xoxox

I was sitting one the arm of Stu next to Oliver when Tasha came back into the great room with a cup of coffee to her lips blocking the view in front of her. As her hand came down she finally seemed to take notice that there were more than the normal number of people here for this time in the morning. She looked into the faces of all the people in the room, her eyes spending more time on Oliver's and then mine.

When her eyes met mine I knew I was in trouble. Tasha has always been easy to read me and right now I might as well have the words, " yes that is the Quidditch captain that you occasionally despise sitting next to be, and by the way I didn't tell you we are also sleeping together, woops," flashing in a huge neon sign above my head, complete with flashing arrow.

She once again surprised all of us when she turned on her heal and headed towards her bedroom down the hall.

I silently tried to persuade JJ to follow her, however the ever helpful J decided to reply by giving me a look that said "hahaha, yeah right. This is you mess, good luck." I knew that I had to go after her.

"Guys," I turned towards the team behind me, "if you can at least start your meeting with out Natasha then I think that might be a good idea, because this might take a fem minutes." Oliver nodded then gave my hand a slight squeeze of reassurance as I walked in the direction of the slamming and banging that was emanating from down the hall.

As I approached Tasha's bedroom I could here her cursing and throwing thing around the room through her closed door. I opened the door slowly and tried to see where she was so that, if she did decide to attack me I would at least have some warning.

I saw her back leaning into her closet throwing all different types of things out behind her. Trying to be quite so as not to alarm her in her already distressed state I slowly closed the door never turning my back to her closet.

"Where the hell is it?" Tasha exclaimed as she threw yet another piece of clothing out of her closet. "ANDI?" she yelled. This further confused me, she didn't sound angry when she yelled my name. She sounded like she was going to ask me a question.

"Yeah?" I said timidly, still not trying to alarm her.

Tasha turned around quickly, "Oh, there you are. Remember that mission two weeks ago?" She asked, her eyes still darting all over her room searching for some unknown object.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well I seemed to have misplaced my sword bag, you know the one?"

"Tasha, why do you need it right now, you still have that meeting this morning, no matter how awkward it might be 'cause it happens to be in your loft." It seemed as if she wasn't that angry so I tried to, once again, put off discussing this matter any further.

"FOUND IT!" She exclaimed, pulling a huge black duffle looking bag from under her bed. She laid her newfound treasure out on top of the bed and untied the handles, causing the material to unroll. As the material opened up it revealed about an eighth of her entire sword and dagger collection, and a few throwing stars, and two pairs of sai.

"I think they can handle the meeting without me," she said offhandedly as she ran her fingers over her favored weapons. "Anyway you and I have some business we need to take care of."

She drew one of her swords, it wasn't terribly long but it was not short either, she then drew another one. Looking at the two weapons in her hand she seemed to decide something and tightened her grip on the one in her right hand. It was then that she finally turned to look at me. However, with out saying a word she tossed the one in her left hand towards me.

I caught in on instinct. Looking from the sword in my hand to my best friend I became confused. Surly she wasn't planning on us going at it with swords when there were innocent lives just down the hall. She should know by now that when we fight we need a minimum of 500 sq. ft. of space if we didn't intend on breaking anything, however judging by the look in Tasha's eyes at that moment, the safety of your furniture and decorations was not a factor.

I looked up at her with question in my eyes, raising the sword as if you say, "What is this for?" Still hoping that my previous assumption was wrong.

"I do not enjoy fighting an unarmed opponent." She answered with malice in her tone. Crap. I hate it when I am right. She attacked.

I blocked her attack, and she nodded seeing that I knew what was happening. She stalked forward, forcing me to turn slightly so that I could open the door to her bedroom, the only way I could go. When I turned however, she struck. I flung the door open as she sliced a nice whole in my pajama sleeve and grazing the skin underneath.

I backed out the door continuing to defend myself against her strikes. I knew that if I tried I could get onto the offence side of this attack, but I knew that would only make Tasha more angry and she would probably go into straight hand to hand combat which I knew I would loose.

"Tasha," I huffed, trying to keep this in the hallway and not near anyone else. "Can we please stop this and just talk. The hallway was really not wide enough to have an all out sword fight in so we were doing something more along the lines of jousting.

"No, I don't think I want to talk." She said, just as out of breath as I was. "I think you had plenty of time before to talk about this, and I am just not in the talking mood." With that the charged forward towards me, forcing me back again.

We were now out of the hallway and into the great room. I heard gasps coming from the direction of the living area, assuming it was the guys.

I faintly heard Oliver calling my name. I was too focused on keeping Tasha's attention on me, as opposed to someone who would not be able to fight back, to know for sure what was going on around us.

Oliver must have tried to get to me, because as Tasha took a swipe at my legs requiring me to jump onto the dining room table to get out of the way I heard JJ.

"NO." He commanded. "She can handle this, they will only fight till first blood. Well in this case Tasha will fight till she draws first blood."

I was glad that JJ was smart enough to stop anyone from intervening; I knew that if anyone tried it would not end well.

"Tasha," I tried again. "I don't want to fight you." I told her, jumping over a chair to put some distance between us.

"Well you should have thought about that before you started sexing up the one guy that I come to you to vent about." At this point she had backed me into the kitchen, me still dodging and blocking her swipes. I gave her a look. "Ok so one of the few, regardless, I can't believe you. That is almost as bad as dating an ex. But that is still not the big problem. Andi you fucking lied to me." And there were tears threatening to spill over in her eyes. Emotionally she was losing energy but physically she was still rearing to continue on.

"I am sorry that I kept it from you, but now you know so can we stop?" I asked almost completely certain that the answer would be no.

"Sorry, your sorry and I'm the one who looks like an ass cause she couldn't even make it onto a team by her self," I was on the opposite side of the island from Tasha, whom was now right in front of the knife rack, a fact that I prayed in vain she wouldn't notice. "No, of course not my best friend had to sleep with the help so that I could get on." She was reaching behind her back for something as she was screaming at me and I was still fighting off her jabs.

"Aagh, you disgust me." As she yelled she threw an eight-inch boning towards me.

Time seemed to slow, or at least I was noticing everything at a faster pace. Her sword clattered to the ground at her feet, and the look of shock that came over her face as soon as the handle left her fingers told me that she had no intention of doing what she just did.

The knife spun right past my cheek and lodged itself into the drywall next to my ear. I was lucky; if Tasha had put any sort of concentration into throwing that knife, I would have eight inches of metal going through my eye socket.

Tasha instantly lost all of the fire that she has behind her anger. She slid to the ground crying and muttering words I could not make out.

I slid down next to her and hugged her to my chest. "Shhh, it's alright." I cooed trying to get her to call down at least a little.

"Andi, I didn't mean to I swear." She was clutching to my shirt, apologizing for what she had just done. "Yeah, I was mad and I wanted the sword fight part to happen but I never meant to throw the knife at you, really I didn't." She sobbed.

"Oh, sweetie I know you didn't mean to throw it. Hell if you did you wouldn't have missed." I told her, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"True," she agreed.

Xoxox End Flashback xoxox

We were sitting on the floor in our destroyed kitchen, taking comfort in just holding each other, when JJ dared to poke his head in.

"Are you two done yet? Cause they all want to come in and see the damage we all just heard." JJ asked, as a few more heads popped into the entryway.

"Holy shit," one of the guys cried, "look at that knife in the wall, that is so awesome."

I chuckled lightly. "Can you guys give us a little more time, we still need to talk some things out?" I said as Oliver came over to me.

Oliver knelt down next to me and took my face between his hands. "Are you alright?" He asked with the deepest concern sounding in his voice.

"I am fine, just a little tiff, nothing to big." I told him trying to not make a bigger deal out of this.

"There is a knife in the wall and you two were just sword fighting with honest to goodness swords." He said making it clear that he did think it was a big deal.

"Oliver," Tasha said, addressing someone for the first time since the boys came into the kitchen. "I promise that I won't attack your girlfriend anymore this morning, but I really need to talk to her still so can we have like five more minutes before the meeting?" She asked him.

"Yeah, alright." He said, then he got up and turned to the guys, "Guys, back to the couches, let's give them a few." The guys followed him back out of the kitchen.

JJ poked his head back in a second later; "By the way, you two are both grounded from playing with anything sharp for at least a week. And be nice." Then he left.

Tasha and I laughed. We turned to look at each other, the at the same time we blurted out, "I'm sorry."

We laughed again. "I am so sorry that I didn't tell you about me and Oliver, it is just that I was afraid that something very near to this would happen when I told you. And I am sorry for chickening out all together and just having him show up and just drop it on you." She looked at her hands after my confession.

"I understand I would have probably done the same thing. And I am sorry that I just exploded at you. I have just been so on edge lately that this was just too much to handle." She fell silent, but I didn't say anything knowing that she would continue. "I am just so pissed. I am pissed cause you kept this from me. I am pissed because now I will have no one to go to when I need to rant about Oliver." That one caused me to chuckle lightly before she continued. "I hate that I am pissed at you about something that obviously makes you really happy. I am angry that you had to try and protect me from this." She was getting quieter with each confession. "I hate that it is so hard for me to just be happy for you. I hate the face that it is Oliver makes no difference for me. I hate that my not being happy for you has nothing to do with him at all and everything to do with the fact that I am so damn jealous because you have Oliver here with you like JJ has Tony here with him and I have no one.

"Well I have Charlie, but he is on the other side of the continent. I hate that I cannot say that to him though, because he loves those damn dragons so much and I don't have the heart to make him choose. I just need him but I know that I will always be secondtothosedamnlizards." She was gone now and here words were slurring together. She was an emotional basket case.

After a few more minutes of her crying into my shirt she straightened up and dried her tears. "Feel better now?" I asked.

"Much." She replied as we got up off the kitchen floor and went to finally join the meeting.

AN:

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