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-The Before-

She ran.

Bare feet slapping against ice cold flooring, lungs burning with oxygen as she inhaled and exhaled harshly, she continued to run. It was all she could do, all she could think about, and the adrenaline that was laced with a heart stopping degree of pure panic kept her pushing forward, leaving the assured exhaustion at bay.

She had to get to him.

It repeated over and over in her mind, her conscious screaming at painful levels of intensity. All that mattered was making it to him in time. It didn't matter that she might already be too late or that she really had no idea what to do when she finally got to him. It didn't matter that the more elaborate, extensive part of her mind had shut down, the bitter feeling of betrayal still too fresh on her senses to handle deep thinking. She was operating on simple commands now and raw emotion.

Find him.

Free him.

Keep him safe.

That was all that mattered; safe and together, always.

She made another corner, dimly aware that her movements were practically silent and that she had long ago outrun the guards that had tried to detain her. They were all the way on the opposite side of the complex by now, left behind in her thundering dash. The speed had paid off in the visual form of her target, being forced along ahead of her toward the loading dock.

It was him.

That hair all ruffled and messy, now even more out of place due to his struggles. Those sharp, chiseled features she had memorized every inch of, she knew they were pinched in pure anger and uncertainty, even without being able to see his face yet. That tall frame, covered in pale skin she had pressed kisses to thousands of times. She knew without looking that there was a light smattering of hair over his chest, that she could follow a trail of it downward across his abdominal muscles and to the 'V' of his hips. She knew there was ink permanently embedded in his skin, a line of black script on his ribcage. She knew he was furious right now, could feel it rolling off of him in waves, and she knew that his rage was driven by fear despite his best efforts not to reveal it. They had been tricked, split up so that this could happen, and she knew that part of his anger was directed at himself for not seeing it, not sensing it before it was too late.

But that didn't matter now.

All that mattered was that she had found him, her heart singing in relief. Well, that and the high voltage stun gun she had, tucked away in the waistband of her shorts.

She was on them in seconds.

Without pausing, that same high voltage stun gun was connected with the back of each guard's neck, sending pulsing waves of heavy electricity through their bodies. With choked screams they fell to her feet, bodies convulsing on the ground before unconsciousness took them. A small smile of satisfaction twisted her lips threateningly, and only when they no longer moved did she glance up into his eyes.

Their silent communication was so easy.

Emotions raged across their faces, and then he was yanking her to him, crushing her into his chest as he bent down to bury his face in her neck while she did the same. They breathed each other in, taking note of the other's scent as they pressed tightly together. Lips tasted skin frantically while their grips grew so intense, they were sure to leave bruises behind.

"I'm getting you out of here."

Her whisper was broken when it came out, choked with emotion as alarm sirens began to go off, buzzing distantly before they became louder. Shouts were heard down the hallway, drawing their attention away from each other momentarily. She clutched at his arm, attempting to pull him in the opposite direction, even as he solidified his stance. Eyes full of love and pain; he cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb over her jaw.

"You can't."

She looked up, eyes wide in confusion.

"W-What? Yes, yes I can! Let's go, now, before it's too late!" She pleaded, trying to break him free.

He shook his head, eyes just as glassy as hers.

"And go where, darling?" He questioned, his tone soothing even in their desperation. "It doesn't matter where we run, they'll find us."

The shouts were louder now, echoing off the dense concrete walls along with the stomping of heavy boots as they ran. Orders were being given; obtain the targets and deliver them to their separate holding areas. She looked around in a panic, her heart thundering loudly against her ribcage, blood rushing so fast through her veins that dizziness began to take over and her head felt light on her shoulders. The water in her eyes had broken free, beginning its trek down her face in salty trails.

"Look at me, not them. Look at me."

He slipped a large hand behind her neck to cradle it, tilting her head back to meet his gaze as he pulled her steadily closer by the small of her waist. His eyes were alight, blazing with passion as he stared down at her, flitting across her features as if striving to make sure he would memorize each and every inch of her, no matter what they had planned for him.

"I will always find you." He whispered, pressing his lips to hers. "Always."

In those last seconds, his mouth devoured hers, pouring every single emotion he felt into it. His all-encompassing love for her, his unspoken fear of never managing to find her again despite what he said, his determination to prove that exact fear wrong. Their tears mixed together as they slipped through their lashes, melding into one on their cheeks where they touched as they each tried to assure the other that it all would be alright.

They would see each other again. They wouldn't be kept apart.

And then the screaming started.

Her screams, so high-pitched and forceful that the guards all winced with its intensity, fumbling to cover their ears as they ripped the two teenagers apart.

They struggled, lashed out; hitting, biting, scratching, kicking.

They yelled and shouted, their eyes never leaving eachother's through the mayhem.

It was utter chaos, taking five guardsmen to subdue him and another four to subdue her, slowly, agonizingly prying them away from each other. Doubt began to seep into the guards' minds, wondering if their orders truly were best for the two, given the sight before them and the despair that even they could feel. As they finally shoved him backwards, forcing him behind the steel of an oversized door, his last shout rang out and pierced her ears above her screaming sobs.

She would hold onto the words, forever.

"Remember me, love. Remember me."

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