Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, & Ymir/Historia

Setting: Somewhere between when Eren and Historia are taken and before chapter 61

Rating: K+ (Light Language)

Words: 2748

Notes: I was thinking about this when I should have been working on requested prompts but once it was there it wouldn't leave. It's also been months since we've seen Eren and I miss him okay ;-; I really liked that one time Eren and Historia had their talk so I wanted to give them another. I feel like they do have a lot they can relate on especially in regards to Ymir and Mikasa. Also because I wanted to write Historia after Isayama said they were an official pair because it puts a whole new twist on their relationship :3 The title is from "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane.

This Could Be the End of Everything

Eren was only thankful they didn't tie him up in a coffin again; granted, a damp room in some basement of sorts wasn't much better but at least he had a bed this time. The small stub of a candle flicked against the walls of the room as Eren stared up at the stone ceiling from his cot. There wasn't much else to do but lay in bed, pace the room, and wonder when they were going to kill him. It had been days since him and Historia were taken here; it only had to be a matter of time.

He reached up to rub his eyes wishing he could just sleep the entire day away but he had already slept enough today, not that he even knew what time of the day what it was. He looked down at the door across from him where there was an empty tray sitting there. He felt like a prisoner, which, well, he guessed he was. At least they didn't lock him in here, but where else could he go? There was a guard by his door and from what he could tell when he was brought down here, there were a lot of guards everywhere else; he'd never make it out alive. Granted, he wasn't sure he would make it out alive even if he survived. Historia's room was nearby and he was at least allowed to go see her but she liked to keep to herself.

Eren sighed as he looked back up to the ceiling. A large part of him wanted his friends to come, find them and get them the hell out of here but there was another part that knew even the strongest of their group could be walking into their deaths. He felt a jolt in his chest at the thought. The strongest of his comrades, which would easily be Levi and Mikasa, were probably the only ones who could make it in here alive…if they were still even alive.

Eren shook his head as if trying to keep those thoughts away. The guy they called Kenny had already taunted enough about the fight he had with them already, letting Eren know Kenny had tried to wipe them out.

Tried. Eren took solace in the fact Kenny said tried and not succeeded.

Eren sighed as he rolled over on his side, watching the flame of the candle flicker in the cool, basement air. He wasn't even sure how long it was since he saw them. Days, definitely, weeks, maybe, but what it really felt like months. He couldn't even remember the last time he was away from Armin and Mikasa for this long without knowing if they were dead or alive. He supposed he understood how they felt the many times he was taken from them with no idea where he had gone.

Armin was probably okay; he was a lot stronger than he looked. He'd be the one to figure something out, him or Levi. All this was Levi's plan to begin with though Eren was unsure if this was still part of the plan or not. Jean, Sasha, and Connie probably didn't go one way or another. They probably wanted to find Eren and Historia, well maybe not Jean so much, but it was different than how Armin and Mikasa must feel about this situation.

Mikasa. She was the one he was worried about the most. She was the one he saw the most whenever he closed his eyes. She was the one whose empty presence made his chest ache. It's not like he had never been a part from her before but one time he was too busy getting interrogated by the Scouting Legion and he knew where she was. The other time he was too busy trying to find a way to get away from Reiner and Bertholdt and he knew where she was. This time he was stuck in a room with nothing more to do than think to himself and he had no idea where she was. His mind seemed to like to regulate between showing him Mikasa looking back at him, her mouth hidden behind her well-worn scarf and Mikasa laying on the street, not moving anymore.

It only made Eren worry and miss her more.

He sighed and tried to roll over on his back. It was like there was a constant dull ache in his chest that only got worse when he thought about her. He knew it was because he was clearly worried about her, he didn't need his subconscious to remind him of that. He just…he missed her presence that was always with him, the one that kept him calm. He just missed her.

It was the worst when he was trying to sleep. Images of nightmares flashed through his mind every time he fell asleep; nightmares of the past, of the present, and probably worst was the future where Eren knew it hadn't happened yet but it didn't make the terror when he woke up any less. His nightmares were always eased when he woke up knowing Armin was in the room with him, Mikasa just down the hall; Eren didn't have that luxury here.

Nor did he have the soft voice that would wake him up at night when Mikasa suffered from her own nightmares. It was a habit from when she came to live with him; she trusted him almost instantly, coming to him at night when there were tears streaming down her cheeks. He never minded, he'd always let her stay and it was something that didn't leave them. Whenever she felt scared or unsafe at night, even in the military, she always found a way to him and he always let her stay, speaking in low tones to her as he tried to keep her calm. He never told her having her with him stopped his nightmares. He never told her a lot of things.

He threw himself on his side again. It was doing him no good thinking about any of this; it's not like he was in a situation that could change the things he hadn't done. Yet, that only made him think about it more.

A soft knocking on the door made Eren glance over as the door slowly opened. He knew it had to be Historia, she was the only one who ever knocked.

"Hey," he said, pushing himself to sit up on the bed. "What's going on?"

Historia shrugged as she took her spot on the floor. Eren had offered her countless times to sit on the cot but she always refused so he didn't bother. "Nothing in regards to them." She gestured to the door. "I haven't seen any of them all day."

"Yeah, me too. Guess they decided to leave us alone."

"I doubt it will last," she said. "They need us for whatever reason, that's the only reason we aren't dead yet."

"Not even with your family…?" Eren knew it was a bit of a touchy subject but with the way Riess had reacted to Historia when he saw her, he hoped maybe that was a good sign.

She shook her head. "No one's said anything more to me."

Eren sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. A fine mess they found themselves in.

"Do you think they're coming?"

"Who?"

Historia rolled her eyes. "You know who. The people who always come and save you every time."

"I hope not," Eren sighed.

"You don't want them to get us out of here?"

"I don't want them to kill themselves getting us out of here. No offense, but I don't think my life is worth that much."

Historia watched him with those large eyes of her and he knew there was much more on her mind then she ever let on. "You don't think you're worth being saved?"

Eren sighed, his hands dropping onto the cot. "I'm tired of people dying for me, Historia. I'm tired of it weighing down on me. Jesus, if they died for me too…I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Historia's lips twitched. "I take it you don't mean everyone in our squad. Merely two out of the six."

"I'd be upset if anyone in our squad died for me. I wouldn't want anyone's death on my hands."

"But there are still two who would weigh more on you than the others."

He paused for a moment. "Yeah, you saw through that one."

"I didn't see through anything," Historia shrugged. "We've spent almost 4 years together in the same training group and then the same squad. It's impossible for anyone who was around you not to see how close the three of you are. I figured that's who you're trying to protect right now."

Eren didn't respond; there wasn't much else he could say she was right after all. He wanted to see them to make sure they were okay, but not like this, not when they would be walking to their deaths. Mikasa more than Armin because she would come blazing in just to save him. She was the last death he ever wanted on his hands; he wanted her to be safe, he promised himself he was gonna keep her safe and now he had no idea if he was keeping that promise.

"I also take it you're more worried about Mikasa than Armin," Historia said.

Eren glanced over at her, feeling a lump rising in his throat. "What would make you say that. You very well know Mikasa can take care of herself."

"Your face gives you away," she said. "I know the look in your eyes."

"How? I could be thinking about anything."

"Because I know what it feels like to be in love, I know what it looks like." She spoke like it was no big deal but Eren could hear the inflection in her voice as she spoke. "I used to see the same look in your eyes looking back at me."

It took Eren a moment to remember Ymir; it seemed like a time ages ago when it really wasn't. Ymir left the day Eren pulled Mikasa out of the fields and it was hard to forget the way Historia had begged to go after Ymir, to bring her back. Historia reminded him so much of Mikasa in that moment. The thought along with Historia's implications had Eren feeling heat rising up to his cheeks.

"Of course I love her, she'd one of my best friends," he muttered, looking away from Historia's eyes.

"So tell me, do you have regrets?"

Eren glanced back over to her; this was probably the most talkative she had been with him in a while. "About what?"

"If we were taken out of here and told they were going to kill us, would you have regrets?"

"Of course," he snorted, it wasn't like he hadn't thought about it every single day he had been in here. "I'd regret not taking out the damn titans from this world, not being able to take Armin to the ocean, not being able to give Mikasa an actual home, not being able to save the people I care about." He sighed letting his body fall back against the cot before he looked back over to Historia. "You?"

She shrugged. "Not really."

"You're kidding me right. Everyone has regrets."

"I'd be upset that I'd die feeling angry at Ymir, and that I wouldn't get to see her again but I'd also die knowing full well she knew I loved her. That'd be enough for me."

Eren felt his chest ache at her words. Would he regret never telling the people he cared about that they were loved? Armin would know, Armin always knew everything. Mikasa'd…Mikasa'd know that he…He racked his brain for something that would've let Mikasa know how much he cared about her, how much he never wanted to live his life without her with him. Mikasa'd know that he got frustrated with her, that he yelled at her, that he pushed her away. He winced as the memories flashed in his mind. It wasn't because he didn't care, it was just because he wanted to be the one looking after her, to protect her, to keep her safe but…did she even know that? The fields…the fields were close. He promised they'd always be together, and he carried her out using all his will power to make sure she was safe. It still wasn't enough, that didn't even close to showing her how much he cared about her, after all the years they had been together, how much he loved her.

"Dammit," he muttered, reaching his hands over his face.

"I'm not saying we're gonna die here. I highly doubt Levi was gonna let us get captured and killed; they're probably trying to find us as we speak."

Eren pulled his hands down looking back to the blonde haired girl on the floor; she was still watching him but her face didn't betray any emotions. The time they were stuck together they talked before, this was nothing new, but they normally didn't talk about this. Historia barely even mentioned Ymir let alone his own relationship with Mikasa. "Where did this come from?" he muttered. "Why do you care if I have regrets?"

"I don't," she said simply. "But I also see the way Mikasa has always looked at you, and the way I'm pretty sure you don't know you look at her. This world is shit, everyone deserves to have happiness where they can find it before it's too late." She pushed herself up to her feet. "And I hope for your sake it's not too late." Historia waved before she headed back out the door, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

Eren sighed as he rolled over on the cot, the candle stub on the small table almost gone. Leave it to Historia to bring to light the fact he could very well die with Mikasa probably thoroughly convinced at this point that he didn't care about her when it was the complete opposite. He supposed he shouldn't be mad at Historia, she wasn't the one who treated Mikasa like shit for all these years.

He groaned rolling back onto his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling again. He should feel that empty ache in his chest, the helpless feeling of being stuck here when he just wanted to go and fix the mistakes he had made but he didn't. Instead there was an anxious feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach, one that made him sit up on his cot. He needed to do something; he couldn't just sit here and wait for them to kill him. He had to do something, anything, he needed to get back. He refused to die when Mikasa was out there looking for him, and he knew she was, she always would. Not when there was so much unsaid, so much he couldn't let die with him without Mikasa ever knowing. After everything she did for him, after all the shit she went through with him and for him. She deserved at the least to understand how much she was loved, and by no one more than him. He just, he had to see her face again, to have her close to him.

Eren threw his legs over the edge of the cot about to push himself up; he had no idea where he was going but sitting around wasn't an option anymore. He paused before he stood up the realization of just why Historia had come to talk to him hitting him. He smiled as he shook his head slightly; at least she knew what would motivate him to get something done.

He stood up and walked to the door, popping his head out to look at the guard. "Can you get your boss to come talk to me. I'm sure I have information he'd love to hear."

The guard eyed him but gestured for the other guard at the top of the stairs to leave. Eren closed the door and went back to the cot. He sat down trying to remember all the different types of interrogation tactics Levi had tried to instill in him before this whole plan took place.

First things first, he had to figure out why the hell they were here.