It's been a year and I'm honestly sick to death of wondering what on earth is going to happen in my own story. Im so tired of having to push my ideas to the back of my brain and study notational functions or long winded transcripts for TV shows I honestly don't care about. So... I'm prioritizing this story, myself and you guys for a change. I'm sorry you've had to wait so long... here goes nothing.
~ Laura's P.O.V ~
"Laura?" came a raspy morning voice from the end of the hall. Luke's steps echoed throughout the silent room as he paced towards me, a confused yet intrigued look plastered on his face. He swiped the file from my hands while I watched with a nervous gaze peering over his shoulder.
"Luke, I can explain! I had reason to be suspicious of Emmy I just wanted to check up on her history... And you can't blame me! Bronev? She must be related to the leader of Target, that's pretty suspicious alright!" I babbled. It was true that I was making excuses, but I couldn't stand the thought of Luke, my ever loyal assistant, apprentice and work partner, being mad at me. But he wasn't mad. No, it was much worse.
"Laura relax, we'll explain everything." He shrugged, pushing the file back into it's slot amongst other records of criminal activity. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"So you're not mad at me?" I asked, gazing into his eyes, searching for any signs of resentment. His eyes drooped with sadness and he slowly shook his head.
"I could never be mad at you, Laura... But I'm kinda disappointed you didn't just trust me when I said Emmy was okay. Do you really think I'd let some kind of evil criminal work alongside you? Do you really think I'd put you in danger like that?" His eyes closed then, as if he were in a pain of some kind. My voice cracked as I fathomed the response:
"Why do you care so much Luke?" My voice was barely audible, if the cold room hadn't been so lethally quiet he perhaps would never have heard me. I kept my chocolate eyes trailed on his. They didn't have their usual enthusiastic sparkle, he looked exhausted. His face was pale and skinny and the hollows under his eyes were notibly visible. I felt my heart quickening as he placed both hands on either one of my shoulders and let them tail down the sides of my arms.
"Because I'm so in love with you. So much that all I do is worry that one day I'm going to wake up and you'll just be a dream. That you never found me and I never got wrapped up in the craziest adventure I've ever had with the craziest girl I've ever met. That my worst nightmare is watching you die on the field, that by some cruel twist of fate you'll be taken away from me."
My mouth fell open in utter shock. "Luke... I-"
"Save it. I know what you think of me. I'm some kind of double you chose to protect Clive, I'm disposable and you and I both know it." A tear trickled down his cheek and dripped onto his arms, still connected to my shoulders.
"Luke, No..." I bit my lip, knowing that he felt that way only made me want to fall to Pisces right there and do all the crying for him. "Luke you are so important to me... You don't even realise. Think of all the times I'm on the verge of going Bat shit crazy and you're always the one who calms me down. I'm really sorry Luke... I was so tired from everyone leaning and relying on me that I didn't realise that this whole time you were the only thing holding me up. So thank you" I stood on my tiptoe to brush the tear from his cheek with my thumb and shushed him gently. "But Luke, you know how I feel about love..." My voice trailed off. Love was just to complicated, it made me vulnerable, it made whoever be mad enough to fall for me vulnerable and it tied me down. That's probably the thing I wouldn't mention when someone asked me why I was still single. I was so afraid of commitment. I'd had a few boyfriends and whenever one of them got to close, when one of them had captivated me enough to make me realise I was in love with them, I would panic and back out. It made me uncomfortable when they bought me expensive presents, I couldn't help but to see it as an investment in me. If they were too romantic or clingy I would get restless and push them away for a while. I couldn't handle love. I just couldn't give my feelings away, they were to fragile. You only fix something a number of times before it is broken forever, and my heart was one heartbreak short of being a shattered and unfeeling brick.
"Laura, you don't know how you feel about love." Luke smirked an eyebrow raised, and before I could even figure out what was happening, his lips crashed against mine.