Your head is pounding.

You hear a voice and it sounds like someone is calling your name.

The voice sounds like it's coming from miles away.

You try to open your eyes, try to call out, but you can't.

Everything hurts.

You think you finally have your eyes open, but your vision is fading in and out. You feel a hand on your face, calloused but gentle.

What happened? You try to ask whoever it is touching you, but you still haven't found your voice.

Russia. Gulag. Soap. Mitchell. Gideon...GIDEON!

Everything comes rushing back to you now. You remember landing and running. Shots were going off all around you and a grenade exploded very close to you. You open your eyes again.

Am I in the forest?

That voice is still calling your name, it's clearer now. This time when you open your eyes you are able to focus a bit better. Two men are kneeling next to you and one man is standing, yelling into his headset.

Did he say something about evac?

You feel something cool go down your throat. Water. You look at the man who gave you the water. "Mitchell," you say weakly. It doesn't even sound like you. You turn to the other man, "Gideon," you say a little louder. Gideon's eyes close in...relief, maybe and you hear Mitchell say, "Thank god!"

You suddenly remember why you're in Russia. You sit up way too fast. "Price!" you shout before your head starts spinning and you're forced to lie back down.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," Gideon warns. You look at the two men again and you remember last night. Oh my god! You look around and you're not in the forest. You're still in the open field. You look down at yourself. I'm still wearing the bloody jacket.

You sit up slowly this time. "Where's the forest?" you ask.

"You never made it. We did, but night was coming fast and we hadn't heard from you. We decided to come back to look while we still had some light," Gideon answers. Is his voice straining?

"You've been out for a few hours. We spent the night here because we didn't want to risk moving you. Must have had some crazy dream though. A few times you sounded like you wanted to scream," Mitchell adds.

Your face must be beet red. That dream was so realistic. So hot. You look at Gideon and he's staring at you. You look away quickly remembering those words he spoke to you. The things he made you do. Just a dream.

"What happened to me?"

"We don't know. We found you laying under an enemy that had his throat slit. We thought you were dead at first," Mitchell answers. Soap comes over and kneels down next to you, "Evac should be here soon." You shake your head. "No," you say, "We have to save Captain Price. That's why we're here!" Soap scoffs and shakes his head as well, "I don't want to risk anything. What if you're seriously hurt? You could have internal bleeding we don't know about."

You roll your eyes, but before you can come up with a witty remark, Gideon speaks, "If she wants to stay, fucking let her."

Soap's eyes snap to Gideon and you can cut the tension with a knife. To end this fight before it starts you clear your throat and they all look at you. "I think I can stand now, I just need some help." You hold your hands out and all three men help you stand. They let go slowly and you think you're okay, but you feel yourself falling sideways. Luckily Mitchell is standing there and he catches you. You look up at him, embarrassed. He smiles at you, "I think we should stay put for today. Let you regain more of your strength."

Gideon walks over, "We should at least try to move into those trees for more cover just in case."

Mitchell nods and looks at you, "Can you make it?"

You nod, "I may need a little help though."

Mitchell bends his knees slightly, "Get on."

You look at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

"Get on my back."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

You look at the other men shyly and get on Mitchell's back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel as though you may slow him down, but he moves with ease. He moves so smoothly that you begin to nod off. His voice wakes you, "We're almost there."

You look ahead and see the trees. You suddenly feel your face get hot as you remember that extremely vivid dream.

You must have tightened your grip on Mitchell. "Hey, I'm not gonna drop you," he says. You blush and luckily he can't see you.

Gideon and Soap move ahead of you two to make sure everything is safe. Mitchell stops and waits for the all clear. Gideon comes back out and nods. Mitchell walks into the trees and lets you down.

"Thanks," you say.

"Anytime."

You sit down and Soap pulls an energy bar out of his pack. "Eat," he tosses it to you. "Yes, sir" you say as you open it.

He comes to sit down next to you and hands you his pack. You look at him.

"I'm gonna stay here a little while to be certain you're okay then I'm moving up ahead," Soap says. You stop chewing, "What? Why?"

"A few of my men are waiting for me. I'll be fine and we'll meet up with you guys tomorrow." This sounds eerily familiar.

The time comes for Soap to leave and it makes you sad. "Don't worry about me. I'll see you tomorrow," Soap says and he hugs you. He gives Gideon a look and nods at Mitchell. You watch as he walks off and turns around one more time to wave. You wave back and turn around to face Mitchell and Gideon. Mitchell smiles at you and once again Gideon just stares at you. What is his deal?

You sit against a tree and Mitchell sits next to you, looking exhausted. Gideon is busying himself doing...whatever.

You must have nodded off. You blink your eyes a few times and you hear snoring. Feeling something heavy in your lap, you look down and notice that Mitchell has fallen asleep, snoring loudly. You smile. Too fucking cute! You start running your fingers through his hair and he mumbles something and smiles. Your heart melts.

When you look up you notice Gideon sitting across from you. He looks tired, but you know he won't sleep. He looks up at you and you nod at him, telling him to come sit next to you. He stands and walks over to you. He doesn't have his jacket on so you can appreciate how well his t-shirt fits him as he walks over. He sits next to you and it looks like he wants to say something. You don't want to push him so you stay quiet and let him speak when he's ready.

"Don't make me worry like that again."

You look into his eyes and you can tell he's being sincere. "Why the hell didn't you stay with John or Soap or whatever the fuck you call him?!" His hands are balled up into fists now.

"Gideon, I'm sorry-" His hand is on the back of your neck and in a flash his lips are against yours. You gasp and kiss back. He pulls away slightly to look at you. You look into his eyes, "I'm sorry, really."

He let's you go and you look back down at Mitchell.

"One moment Soap was in front of me and the next he wasn't," you say.

"I don't like being worried." You remember from your dream.

"It won't happen again, I promise."

Gideon looks down, "I hope not, you still owe me a date." When he looks back up he's smiling, the moonlight shining on his face. God, he's handsome.

"Why me?" you ask suddenly. "Surely, there are other women at ATLAS or anywhere that you could ask out. You're a handsome man. It should be no problem for you. And...there's Mitchell." You look down at the man sleeping on your lap.

Gideon sighs before he answers, "I can't explain it. It's been so long since I've actually been on a date..." he trails off.

"Well, I'm honored that you asked me." That makes him smile again.

"Then again, I could be trying to date you just for the sex," Gideon says. You punch him in the arm. "Shut up." He laughs and shakes his head. "You know you made me jealous again," he says.

You look at him, "When? How?"

"That...Soap fella. The hugs and the flirting."

"I wasn't flirting, Gideon."

"Maybe not, but he sure was." Gideon scoffs, "Hell, I was even jealous of Mitchell giving you that piggyback ride." He puts his head in his hands, "What have you done to me? I sound like a fucking idiot."

You put your hand on his shoulder, "It's actually pretty sweet. I'm flattered, Gideon."

You nod to Mitchell, "What about him?" Gideon looks at Mitchell, "I'm attracted to him. I have feelings for him, but...it's hard to explain."

"Well, I'd totally understand if you would rather have him than me. You two have worked together for so long, you have a special connection..."

"Maybe I can be greedy and have you both," Gideon says and you laugh. "Look, right now I just want to make sure we all survive this. I may be able to explain my feelings for Mitchell eventually, but I know for sure that I want you. If I die tomorrow at least you'll know that much."

That made you really sad. "Don't talk like that, Gideon. You're not going anywhere." He looks at you. "You can't die. We still have a date, remember?" You put your hand on his cheek and he leans into it. "Get some rest, I know you need it. You know you need it." He leans down and kisses Mitchell on the cheek and then he kisses you. He can be really sweet when he wants to be.

Gideon puts his head on your shoulder. Along with Mitchell's head on your lap you feel so protected. You close your eyes.

"Nothing better happen to you tomorrow because if you make me worry again, I'll have to punish you."

Your eyes fly open and you hear Gideon laugh...