The Five Times Valek KO'ed Yelena

BOO! IT'S ANOTHER CHAPTER!

Epilogue:

Yelena was lying on the table in the infirmary again. He'd walked in, cradling her, and the medic has simply raised an eyebrow and sighed. She was still unconscious, but the medic had informed Valek that she would wake soon.

Sure enough, her eyelids had flickered, revealing a hint of green. She blinked, staring in a confused manner at Valek and the medic, and said, "Hello."

"Yelena?" Valek asked nervously – he was still incredibly worried about her reaction to the…incidents.

"Hello," she repeated, and calmly sat up. "I'm–" She lay back down again, still blinking.

"Love, are you alright?"

"Hi, Valek!" Yelena squealed, sitting up to throw her arms around him. Her silliness disappeared as she asked, "What am I doing here?"

Oh no. This was it. Valek swallowed and tugged his collar. "Well, love," he began. "Um, you see… when… this morning…"

Yelena held up a hand to shush him, waiting patiently as she remembered what had happened. Valek squirmed as he imagined the memories trickling back into her mind, as she made connections between the incidents and–

"Valek," Yelena said calmly. "What did you do?" He stared sheepishly at the ground, his shoes, the ceiling, the medic, and anything that wasn't Yelena.

"Well… um," he mumbled. "I…accidentally…"

"Knocked me out?" Yelena finished, an annoyed expression on her face. "Valek, if you had only knocked me out once, then I would understand that it was a simple and honest mistake. But no! You have to knock me out five times."

"But it–"

"Yes, it was your fault!" Yelena shouted. "You're an assassin, and you manage to 'accidentally' knock me out five times. FIVE TIMES, Valek. FIVE TIMES!"

"Love, just–"

"No, I will NOT calm down! How can I be calm? My soul-mate, over the course of a week, has knocked me out. Five times. FIVE TIMES! How is that even possible? How does that even work?" She slid off the table, and stood in front of Valek, her fury and disbelief making up for the extra inches needed.

"How," she demanded, stabbing his chest with a finger, "How on earth did you do it?" A new idea struck her, and she began pacing, still using the finger to stab the air in his general direction. "Alright. WHO PUT YOU UP TO THIS? Was it Janco?"

Valek could only shake his head.

"Ari? Maren? Leif? The Commander? Brazell? ANSWER ME, VALEK. WHO?"

"No one put me up to it, I swear!" Valek said, backing away quickly.

"Well, how else can you explain this?" Yelena screamed, waving her arms to encompass the infirmary.

"It-it-it was an-an accident! I swear!"

"Yeah, right!" she yelled contemptously, stomping dangerously towards him. "AN ACCIDENT. YOU'RE AN ASSASSIN. ASSASSINS DON'T MAKE MISTAKES. IT'S THEIR CAREER. YOU MAKE A MISTAKE, THEN YOU DIE!"

"No one's perfect! Everyone makes mistakes!" Valek said, now extremely terrified. His back had reached the door, and his hand patted it frantically until it found the doorknob. "LoveIreallyhavetogorightnow-!" He yanked the door open, and simply ran from the intimidating force that was Yelena. She let out a screech of anger, and chased after him.

"VALEK!"

He sprinted down the hallways, blindly turning left, and right, until he arrived at his destination: the Commander's office.

"Sir! Sir! SIR!" Valek shouted, banging unnecessarily hard on the door. It opened, with the Commander glaring at him.

"What is it now, Valek?" he asked in a voice that was slow and calm.

"Let me in! Now! Please, Sir!" Without waiting for an answer, Valek barged in through the door, at the exact moment when Yelena saw him.

"VALEK!" Yelena rammed herself into a small space between door and doorway as Valek attempted to close the door. She knocked into him, and the Commander tripped over them, landing in a tangle of Valek, Yelena and Ambrose.

"Ow!" Yelena disentangled herself from the pile, and shook herself off, her rage seemingly disappearing. She looked curiously around the room, with the naivety and innocence of a child. "What a plain room."

She looked at the floor, and Valek was sitting up, gingerly rubbing the sore spot which had struck the floor. He saw Yelena, and paled ferociously, scrambling away into the corner.

"Valek!" Yelena squealed once again, and squeezed him in a life-threatening hug. "Hello!"

Whimpering a tiny bit, he answered, "Love? Are you alright?"

She laughed – rather maniacally, in Valek's opinion – and simply squeezed him again. "Of course I'm alright, silly!"

Valek frowned – there had been someone else, someone very important, who was not with them at the moment… Who? He scanned the room, while calculating how to distract Yelena so he could make a run for it, when he noticed a body on the floor.

Yelena followed his gaze, and made a face. "Eeew, it's a body." She stood still for a moment, thinking and contemplating, while Valek made his escape. A shout of triumph – Yelena turned, and saw Valek running down the hallway. She frowned after him, the silliness disappearing (again), as she stared at the body.

The Commander's body, she realised, approaching it cautiously. Was he dead? Unconscious? A small flame of rage flared inside her, but she squashed it with her deep thoughts.

She prodded it gently, and the Commander stirred, thought not quite awake. Another horrifying thought – what would the Commander think of her? Of Valek? Of his lying on the floor, recovering from unconsciousness and she was the only one there?

"Damnit."

I know there have been a few problems, but this a crazy story, not to mention completely unrealistic. Everyone is extremely out of character. Things don't make sense, and I can't be bothered to make them…make sense.

Hope you liked it,

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