It's super short, but I got it up!
DarylDixon'sLover: No. No it's not.
Brittney-xx: I think it's a good thing. I mean, to me it is. That's kinda up to you.
Tiphanie: You will see. You will see. She's kind of ended up like me when I'm sick. Lots of sleep, and cuddles. I'd cuddle with anyone when I'm sick. And she kind of ended up like that. They are going to go through so much crap. So, so much crap. And thank you! I went for a walk this morning so I'm feeling really good.
musicluver246: Here you go! Glad you like it!
Enjoy!
"Shit." James breathed, bolting into the house. He grabbed everything he'd brought in downstairs before running upstairs.
He threw open the bedroom door, ignoring the way Olivia jumped. She was still curled in the corner, clutching the water bottle. She coughed, the sound loud in his ears as he threw their belongings back into their bags, not caring if things got mixed up. They could sort that out later.
"What's happening?" She asked, drowsy, her voice rough from the cold.
"Someone's coming." He said.
He heard the car door shut, the crackle of a radio, all of his instincts kicking in. He set the bags on the mattress by Olivia's feet, grabbing the handgun from the side pocket of his duffle. He put a finger to his lips, Olivia staring at him wide eyed, holding her breath.
He moved silently out the door, gun in his hand as he listened to the body move around downstairs. There was only one, something he was grateful for. He moved down the stairs, following silently behind the officer as he checked the rooms. Someone must have seen them squatting and called the police. He didn't want to kill the officer. He wouldn't do that. Had he still been under HYDRA's control, he would have shot the officer before he even stepped foot in the house. But things had changed. He didn't do that anymore. He just had to take him down long enough for them to escape. Get away before he called for backup. He'd need to ditch the car as soon as possible as well.
He snuck up silently behind the officer, the poor man never seeing it coming and wrapped his flesh arm around his neck, cutting off his air. The officer struggled, but he wasn't any match for James. He lowered the officer to the floor gently, wanting to make sure he didn't get hurt any further before he stood back up. Olivia was standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him wide eyed.
"Is he dead?" She asked.
"No. Just unconscious. Go get in the car." He said, running past her to grab their bags.
She was climbing in the passenger seat when he came back out, tossing the bags in the backseat before jumping in the driver's side. She coughed, taking a drink of the water as he drove off, speeding away from the house.
"Someone must have seen us." He said.
He'd hidden the car from the road, but that didn't mean someone couldn't have spotted them. But it wasn't HYDRA. They would have gone in with a team, strike when they would have least expected it, and that would have been the end. James would have fought them hard, but with Olivia being sick it would have made things far more complicated. She couldn't run. She'd just be a sitting duck. They would have shot her no matter how hard James had fought.
"How far is it to Romania?" She asked, leaning back in her seat, drawing him from his thoughts.
"Two days by back roads. But you're not in any condition to travel yet." He said, glancing at her as she stared out the window. She didn't shy away as he reached over, feeling her forehead. "You're still feverish." She just groaned lightly in response.
She was going to be weak for a few days. He'd need to think things through. He'd ditch the car in the next city, maybe find someplace to hole up there for a couple days. Then they'd move on, get as far as Slovenia before they'd need to ditch the car, and move on foot for a while. But he'd need to make sure she was strong enough for that. It would be dangerous, and he didn't need her lagging behind and putting them at risk.
He found them a place in the next city, a recently abandoned motel that still had water running. Electricity, not so much, but that wasn't a problem. They'd survived so far on the bare minimum. Though, Olivia being sick did make things a little more complicated. She was awake, but only for a short time before she'd fall back asleep. Her fever was kicking up again, and he hated having to move her so much, but he didn't have much of a choice. They'd be safe once they got to Bucharest. It was just getting there that was becoming the problem.
Olivia's cough persisted for the four days they were in the abandoned motel. The fever finally broke the third morning there, her sweat soaking the sheets he'd wrapped her up in. She was still weak, weary, but she kept complaining that her head hurt. He took that as a good sign that she was starting to feel better. He'd gone out and gotten more medication, and some painkillers to help her. She was drinking a lot of water too, something else he took as a good sign.
He'd finally been able to shower at the hotel, the first time since they'd been on the ship. It felt nice, being able to feel clean. He'd cut his hair too, shortening it slightly, just so it wasn't past his shoulders anymore. Olivia had taken a bath after her fever broke, soaking in the tub for a good hour, until he'd knocked on the door to make sure she was still breathing. She looked better once she was clean, the steam having perked her up a little. Her cough wasn't as heavy and her sinuses seemed to be clearing. So he made her sit in the hot tub every day, soaking in the steam. He remembered that, from a long time ago. Steve's mom used to make him sit over a pot of boiling water with a towel on his head whenever he got sick. He was glad he remembered that now. At least he could offer her a little relief.
On the fifth day they set out, taking back roads towards Slovenia. It would take them nearly a whole day to get there, and he hoped Olivia would be strong enough to hike into Slovenia. Not that he couldn't carry her, but if they were compromised, it would make things more difficult. And he wanted this to be as easy as possible for both their sakes.