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Wolf's POV:

I sat in a chair and stared at the girl. The moment we had gotten home - a one bath, two bedroom apartment - she had said that it was fine that one bedroom was mine and the other was filled with boxes. Snake had always told me that I had no reason to keep all of it, and I knew it was the truth - who needed to keep reports from school that they were proud of, or old, broken down furniture? The thing was, I always remembered at the the completely wrong time. Like this instance. Two o'clock in the morning.

And now, it was coming back to bite me.

Suddenly, I chuckled. I just realized - the girl doesn't know my name, and I don't know hers!

(Next Morning)

I sniffed as I woke up. There was a smell - an aroma - that I haven't smelled since I don't know when. But it reminded me of- "Pancakes!" I gasped, jolting out of the chair I had fallen asleep in.

Lurching into the kitchen, I stared in amazement. THe girl was working busily at the griddle. Zoning in on the smell in anticipation, I realized something.

"Why are you making breakfast?" I asked.

She replied, not turning around or even giving a sign that I had startled her- not that I wanted to! -, "You said I could pay could back. This is my way."

And then, as she scraped a finger on my oven and showed me the dust on it, "Besides, I don't think you've had a proper meal in ages."

In response, I shrugged, then asked, "How did you make them? I don't have any mix and," I added as something occurred to me, "What are we going to do about syrup?"

She replied, "I made the pancakes from scratch. As for the syrup, I went shopping. I figured you wouldn't mind."

"No," I said as, spotting something cooling on a plate, I moved forward, "It's perfectly fi-" her spatula slapped down on my hand.

"No touching the bacon until the table is set." She warned.

Grumbling, I set about doing it, and asked, "How did you know I was going for the bacon?"

Frowning, I watched as her shoulders set, and she took a deep breath before answering, "My father, uncle, and sister used to."

I hesitated, not knowing how this would affect her, then said, "You could call them if you want."

She shook her head and replied. "They're dead. That's why I'm on the streets. I ran from the government."

I frowned again and asked, "Mom?" Another shake, and a whispered, "Dead."

Alex/Liberty POV:

I couldn't believe I managed that. And all of it was true. Ben, Ian, and Jack all used to take the bacon off the plate. And, while Ben wasn't dead, my real father and Ian and Jack were, along with my my mom. And I was running from the government, only it was MI6, not Child Services.

(After breakfast)

Wolf's POV:

After we finished wolfing down what we could, the girl moved to do the dishes and put the left overs away, only for me to stop her.

"You made it, I clean up." I told her.

She nodded, and told me, "I'm going to go for a walk."

I nodded, then asked quickly, "What's your name?"

Turning, she looked at me and returned, "What's yours?"

I understood the underlying words. You're a soldier and I'm a girl living on the streets. You want my name, you tell me yours first.

"James," I told her, "James Mendoza."

She nodded, then said, "Liberty Knight."

Now I was grinning. "Ar-Were your parents supporters of freedom?" I asked, quickly changing my choice of words.

She grinned back and told me, "Yes. Even my middle name speaks of it."

I must have looked confused, because she told me, "Patricia."

Now I was even more confused. She quickly clarified, "Patrick Henry."

I shook my head, "I don't know who he is."

"Was," she corrected, "Henry was an American patriot before and during their Revolutionary War."

"Why'd they go with him?" I asked, puzzled.

She grinned again and told me, "Some of Henry's more famous words are 'Give me liberty of give me death.' Fits, doesn't it?"

I agreed, then asked, "What do you go by? Liberty seems like a mouthful, and you don't seem like a Libby or a Berty."

Liberty told me, shrugging, "Liberty."

I considered it, then asked, "Why don't I call you Lynx?"

As realization of what I meant dawned on her, she asked, "Like my own SAS codename?"

I nodded, and she told me, "Yes. Lynx is fine." And then she walked out the door.

James/Wolf's POV:

I just sat there staring at the door for a few minutes, and then, for the first time ever, remembered to clean up the second bedroom at at good time. I shot out of the chair I was in and towards the closet. I was going to need a lot of trash bags.

Snake's POV:

I was on my way to Wolf's house with Eagle and Badger, Fox's replacement. We always hung out together, it didn't matter if we were on or off duty. We were a unit. We were K-Unit, one of the best SAS teams out there. So we hung out.

Once we reached Wolf's place, we just walked in like we always do. We all have a key to everyone's apartment. You know, as a safety precaution. We'd never had a reason to be thankful before. We did now. It looked like a tornado had hit!

There was trash everywhere, cans of drinks upset, and things had been thrown from their places.

"Wolf?" The three of us called, and he emerged from the second bedroom.

"Oh, good." He said, "You all can help."

"Help what? Demolish your apartment?" I asked, incredulous. "Because it doesn't look like you need any help."

"Aww," Eagle whined. "I wanted to help Wolf demolish his place." We all ignored him. We were used to his childish behavior.

"Anyways, no," Wolf stated, glaring at me, "I finally remembered to clean out the bedroom."

"Really?" I asked. I had been bugging him about it for years! Literally! Then I frowned. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you remember? What caused you to?"

Wolf opened his mouth to reply when Eagle yelled, "Pancakes! Wolfy has pancakes!"

"Um, yeah." Wolf said, then realized what he had been called. "Did you call me Wolfy?"

"Yep!" Eagle called, bouncing towards the kitchen.

Growling, Wolf followed. Badger and I exchanged glances, then hurried towards the kitchen. After all, we didn't want the tornado to hit there as well.

Later, we were all sitting at the table eating pancakes. The subject of cleaning had been dropped, and we were all enjoying the first real meal we had had in ages.

"So," Badger asked. "Where did the pancakes come from?"

"Me." A voice said, snorting. "It was my payment for Wolf letting me stay."

Wolf's POV:

"Who are you?" My unit mates asked simultaneously.

"Liberty Knight." Lynx replied, then added, "But my friends call me Lynx."

I started, surprised. But that meant-

"I thought I was the only one who called you that?" I questioned, confused. I mean, I gave her that codename!

"You are." She stated, shrugging.

"Wait." Badger said, laughing, "Wolf is your only friend?"

"Yes." Lynx said simply. Badger wasn't laughing now.

"Family?" Snake questioned, frowning.

"Dead."

"All of them? Meaning aunts, uncles, cousins, as well?"

"All of them."

"Godparents?"

At this, a flash of pain flashed in her eyes before it was gone. "Dead."

"Grandparents? Great uncles and aunts? Second cousins? Nieces? Nephews?" Snake was getting desperate now, and I must say, I was to. Surely she had someone who she is related to that's still alive.

These hopes were quickly extinguished as Lynx said, "Dead."

"But-" Snake started to say, only to be interrupted with, "Look, my family is dead, ok? I've been on my own for a few weeks now, and I prefer not to talk about it." Lynx sat down in a chair and, crossing her arms and glaring at us, went into total teenage girl mode.

"Ok," Snake said, nodding. "It's just... I don't know."

She shrugged and said, "It's fine."

But it wasn't.

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