Disclaimer: Virals the book series belong to Kathy and Brendan Reichs as well as all the characters in this story. The song 'Work' and it's lyrics belong to the Saturdays. I only own the storyline.
Summary: Six months ago, Ben was shipped off to the Citadel and Tory has managed to get a job as a trainer at the facility so she can track him down and tell him what she should have that night in the hospital.
Ben was shipped off to the Citadel after his alliance with the Gamemaster was proven and that was six months ago. Tory missed him so much, that once she even stole her Kit's jeep and began to drive up there, but she was caught by the police and was kept under house arrest since.
But now has she has a new plan, to see the boy who always had, and always will, hold the key to her heart. And he doesn't even know how she feels. Tory was going to call him and ask to meet somewhere, but his parents had his number changed, so there was no way to reach him.
She got a job at the Citadel as a trainer. All thanks to her Great-aunt Tempe, and she was walking towards the facility presently.
Her fist knocked on the door, and an older man opened it. His name tag said GENERAL GRAVES and he looked at her curiously until realization crossed his features at who she was. Tory followed him through the halls, keeping an eye out for her soul-mate along the way.
An hour and a half later, she was headed to the training fields wearing her army green tank top, black shorts and combat boots. She searched for where the group X6 was, and saw them lined up in front of all the equipment they'd be racing on.
She blew her whistle to alert the sixteen and seventeen year old boys to her presence, and immediately she was awarded with salutes in her direction. A few of them wolf-whistled at her, but she shot them the bird and scanned the line, seeing if Ben was there.
Her heart ached as he wasn't. She knew it was a long shot, him being in the group of who she was assigned to out of 20 or so groups, but still…
"Okay!" Tory yelled. "You all here?"
"No, Phoenix isn't here." A tall teen with blonde hair called out.
"Phoenix?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
He opened his mouth to answer when a deep voice called from behind her. "Here miss!"
Tory froze. Slowly she turned around and gasped when she faced him.
Benjamin Blue.
Ben looked at her and almost tripped over himself. His gorgeous dark brown orbs widened and his jaw dropped.
"Tor?" He whispered.
She felt tears sliding down her cheeks. "Ben." She choked out.
She ran towards him as he bolted for her and they met in the middle. She jumped onto his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist, as one of his hands held her thighs for support, the other around her upper back pressing her into him. Tory's arms slid around his shoulders and clutched at the hairs at the nap of his neck.
Ben's face pressed into her hair, inhaling her scent. "Oh god." He breathed. "How are you here?"
"I wanted, no needed to see you, but I had no clue what your new number was. This was the only way." She murmured against his skin. To her delight, she felt him shiver briefly before composing himself. She clutched at him tighter. "Oh god, I missed you. So much." Her voice broke and Ben gave her a reassuring squeeze.
Ben pulled back slightly to look into her jade orbs; the ones he'd missed so much. His hand stroked her cheek. "I'm so happy you're here." He said softly.
Tory could see so much adoration and love in his dark brown eyes she almost gasped at the amount of emotion he was showing. And it was to her. All of it, meant for her. Feeling brave, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, immediately feeling fireworks shooting through her.
Ben responded almost instantly, the hand around her back coming up to hold her face to his. Tory wound her fingers into her black locks, tugging at them gently and was thrilled to hear a low groan deep in his throat. His tongue touched her bottom lips and she eagerly opened her mouth to his, letting their tongues wrestle.
When they broke for air who knows how long later, the teens in X6 where all staring at them, some amused and grinning at them. The blonde from before crossed his arms and grinned like a Cheshire cat at Ben. Gently lowering Tory to the ground, but keeping an arm around her waist he turned to him. "What, Jones?"
"So this is, Tory, huh?" The cocky grin stayed on his face as he eyed her suggestively.
Ben glared half-heartedly at him. "Yeah, she is."
Tory pulled away from Ben and stepped in front of them all, crossing her arms and smirking. "And I'm your new trainer." She winked at Ben. "Line up, babe."
Ben grinned at her and stepped up to the starting line, positioning himself like he was about to run a race.
Tory opened to mouth to yell, 'Go!' but then an idea came to her mind. Grabbing out her phone from her back pocket and pressed play on the last song she was listening to and put the volume up, singing along.
'Baby the harder you work
The further you get with me, with me'
She grinned at him, winking.
'I think you can, I think you can'
Turn up, prepare and make sure
That you can keep up with me, with me
I think you can, I think you can
Tory walked towards him and leaned down on the edge of the start line.
But be aware I always get what I deserve
Keep your focus, keep your nerve
She held her hand up and waved it down on 'go.'
Ready, set, go!
Ben sprinted off and began to hop through the tires, making sure he didn't trip and embarrass himself in front of the love of his life. He also skipped a couple expertly, showing off. He is macho, after all…
Pick up the pace and step on it
Rip up the place if you want it
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
He finished the tires and reached the metal rings hanging from a net fixed between two buildings. He started diving through them; going into a forward roll when he finished and immediately got up, sprinting for the next one a few feet away.
I got the goods and I want you
Put your boots on, baby get to
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
I tend to get what I want to
Are you starting to see, to see?
I think you do, I think you do
Ben finished the thirteen rings and hit the ground, crawling under the rope net which represented metal wire.
It's time for you to step up
If you want to be with me, with me
I think you do, I think you do
He hauled himself up and ran to the bar wall, skipping a few, and soon reached the top by the end of the second line in the verse Tory was singing. He balanced in a handstand on the top, getting a few whoops from the other guys in his group.
But don't go slow, that is not the way we play
Slowly ain't my kinda game
Ready, set, go
On 'go' he flipped himself over and just before he hit the ground, he rolled himself out of it, so his wouldn't hurt his shins or ankles. He got on the ground again when he saw the U Tunnel, and began crawling through.
Pick up the pace and step on it
Rip up the place if you want it
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
Out of the tunnel, he saw the rope; three times longer than a telephone pole and got climbing, grunts occasionally escaping his mouth.
I got the goods and I want you
Put your boots on, baby get to
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
Well, it's up to you how far we take this
Yes it's up to you so take the lead
And it's up to you so tell me what I gotta sign
Waiting at the finish line, baby ready, set, go
Finally reaching the top he breathed heavily and took a look down below where Tory was still singing and grinning up at him, jumping up and down and punching her fist in the air. The guys where still whooping at him, yelling 'Go Phoenix' and 'Keep goin', dude' at him. With new energy he hauled himself up onto the bar the rope was attached to and gripped the other rope attached to the side of it, which connected to another pole halfway to Tor. He hung from it, and possum crawled across.
Pick up the pace and step on it
Rip up the place if you want it
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
I got the goods and I want you
Put your boots on, baby get to
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
Pick up the pace and step on it
Rip up the place if you want it
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
Ben reached the extra tall fireman's pole at the other end and carefully moved from the rope into it and slid down. He sprinted a few feet to some monkey bars, and jumped up, catching one, and began to swing himself across.
I got the goods and I want you
Put your boots on, baby get to
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
Ben jumped off and, to Tory's eyes, sauntered across the finish line making his way towards her. He blocked out the group's cheers and whoops, keeping all of his attention on his soulmates face.
Oooh yeah… Tory grinned seductively at him and Ben gave a flirty one back.
Work, work, you know you gotta work, work
His fingers slid into her belt loops and pulled her flush against him, looking deep into her eyes. Tory's hands rested on his rock hard chest and abs and leaned up letting their noses touch as she began to finish the final line.
You know you gotta work, work
Finally their lips touched and they shared the sweetest of kisses.
Best. Plan. Ever.