Drakken felt himself waking up. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and he fought against lethargy to jolt himself into consciousness. He became acutely aware of two things; A dull, throbbing pain in his head, and a bright light that permeated through the skin of his eyelids. He attempted to open them, but clamped them shut again against the searing light. He coughed. A familiar and welcome voice nearby spoke to him.
"Drakken?" Freya's gentle tone said. "Ye alright, love?" Someone gently stroked his forehead. Drakken cracked his eyes open and blinked several times. His vision went from white to bright colors. The blurs faded into shapes, and he could see his girlfriend standing over him. He cleared his throat.
"Ugh…hey…Freya." He greeted hoarsely. How long had he been under? A day? A week? It was hard to tell when you woke up from one of these damned goo baths. "Um…slept so long you had to come get me up?" He joked, and tried to sit up. Dizziness. "Gah." Thorne put an arm around his shoulders and helped him into a more upright position.
"Ye were only in there a day an' a half, me darlin'." She advised. "Ye okay? Need anything?" He smacked his lips.
"Yeah, some water would be nice." He grumbled. "And I'd kill for a cigarra right about now." She giggled. Freya walked away and came back with a cup of cool water and handed it to Drakken. He turned it up and drained it down.
"Need some 'elp getting' dressed?" She offered.
"Wh…no!" Drakken blurted out. He looked down and noticed that he was still only wearing a white wrapping about his lower parts. "Ah damnit. If you can get me my clothes, I can manage it." He looked up to see her smirking, her cheeks glowing red. "Please and thank you, darling." She turned away to retrieve the fresh, pressed uniform she had brought, and Tharcourt smiled. She had completely disobeyed his order and came back to save him. Of course she had. He would have done the same thing in her place. He didn't know whether to gripe at her about it or kiss her. He decided on the latter, but that would have to wait.
"Here ya go. I had 'em laundered for ye." She said, placing down a stack of garments next to him on the table. "Need some help up?" He swung his legs over the table and shakily stood.
"Nah. I got it." He took the uniform and went behind a white paneled screen to dress. A few minutes later, Drakken emerged, now dressed in a complete uniform and looking more himself. "What happened to my old stuff?"
"The doc had tae incen'rate it." Freya answered, nodding toward the medical officer on the far side of the large room. "After takin' that many hits darlin', 'twas nothin' worth a savin'. Save yer boots. I polished them up best I could, wot like a good adjutant should." She gave him a grin.
"You already won me over, Freya…" He said with a small upturn of his lips, and motioned for them to leave. "…you don't have to suck up." She giggled. "What did I miss?" He asked as they exited the Medical Bay and began their trek down the long corridor.
"Och. Right…" She began, and drew out a small datapad. "Ye have t' meet with Laid Vader as soon as yer back on th' clock. Good luck with that, me darlin', and be careful. I think he's right scunnered with ye fer almost poochin' the mission." He shot her a glower. "Just warnin' ye. I gie 'im a favorable opinion about it all. I'll fill ye in on wot I told 'im later. Ye may wanna be doin' some grovelin' too."
"Wonderful…" Tharcourt groaned. Freya looked at the device.
"Pirates nickin' Imperial shipments in th' Mid Rim. Piett wants yer advice on it."
"Alright. I can probably think something up." He nodded.
"I okayed the installation of removable brackets on the shuttle wot can hold four speeder bikes if need be. Seemed like a good idea."
"Like the ones on the walkers." Tharcourt thought. "Huh. I always thought there was something philosophical about a vehicle carrying vehicles…carrying vehicles." She snickered. "What else?"
"I sent Ekks out to deliver that crate to the spot we picked out." She stated in a quick, hushed voice. He nodded. "I finished the reports about the last mission. Sent 'em up the river. Also put in for a couple of new chestplates for us that can actually stop blaster fire." She checked the datapad again. "Should be in here in a couple of days."
"After that fiasco…that's the best news yet." Drakken commented. She gave him an unsteady smile and looked away. "What? What is it?"
"Got something to tell you." She said. "In a minute." They reached the door to their onboard base, and entered. Felian greeted Tharcourt at the hatch, and inside, Coleth and Lago welcomed him back. He and Freya retreated to their office. He sat at his desk, and lit a cigarra, luxuriating in the cloud of tabac rolling into his lungs. Freya performed her ritual of dropping into her own chair, then rolling it across the floor to his desk. Freya pulled the cigarra from his fingers, took a drag, and stuck it back in his mouth. She leaned on his desktop and sighed.
"Bad news…isn't it?" Drakken asked somberly.
"Aye. But first, when you see Laird Vader, know that I told 'im you stayed behind because you had a plan. He thinks you turned traitor an' ran."
"Which…we kind of did…technically." Drakken groused. "But we had no choice. If I hadn't lucked into that lamebrained scheme there, it was either run or die."
"Well, I told 'im that much, an' that you picked a better place to fight." She pursed her lips. "He also knows ye stayed behind , and I rescued you in the nick o' time."
"That's a card to play."
"Wot?"
"He likes people who die for the cause." Drakken commented. "I'll deal with him. Now, what was the bad news?" Freya leaned back a little.
"Ye know you weren't the only one hit down there." She stated. He raised an eyebrow. "Them rebels managed to plug e'eryone else too. Save from me somehow. They all got marks on their armor. None of the bolts went through." Drakken took a long, silent drag from the cigarra. He blew out the smoke and his eyes moved left to right as if in thought.
"Well…" He muttered. "I mean…that's good at least…the new armor held up under fire…"
"Drakken, we almost got wasted on that planet! Don't ye care about that?"
"Yeah, I do…" He sighed. "The rebels are getting better. I knew it…I knew this would happen, but I didn't expect it. They're getting better at this game and there's only so capable a unit can be in combat…without having to change their tactics. I hate to say it, but we got caught with our pants down." He put an arm around Freya and touched his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry I led you into that mess. I slipped up, and almost…"
"It wasnae yer fault, Drakken." She whispered. "They knew those rebs were there."
"What?" He asked, his face betraying the confusion and shock he was feeling.
"Aye…head-sheds knew they 'ad a commando team. Knew what they were a sendin' us intae. We were the last t' know, though I don't think we're s'posed t' know that."
"How…how did you find that out?" He pressed. Freya averted her eyes.
"I heard it from…a friend." She said.
"Friend…" Drakken muttered. "Right…that means either Vader outright told you, Piett hinted at it or Veruna called you and filled you in." He rubbed his face. "Damn it…Damn it!" He took a final drag from the cigarra and mashed it out. "They say why?"
"They wanted t' see how we'd do 'gainst one o' their new units." Freya explained. "They were willin' to kill us t' see if we could still hold our own, Drakken." He closed his eyes.
"Yeah…'course they were." He said bitterly. "Why would they not…" She took his hand and squeezed it gently.
"Don't ye go breathin' a word of it tae Vader neither." She stated. "I'd rather keep ye with me a while longer, Drakken." He nodded softly.
"I won't." He said. "Speaking of which, I probably need to go meet with him before he comes looking for me."
"Be careful."
"Yeah…" He breathed, standing. He gave her hand a final squeeze. "When I get back, we'll go out somewhere nice for dinner, okay?" She smiled a little.
"It's a date." She said.
"You're damned right it is."
….
Drakken walked down the hall slowly, his arms folded behind him. His cap was pulled low, hiding his eyes from anyone passing him in the broad corridor. With his rigid bearing and the SE14r swinging from his hip, he looked to any passerby like an angry security officer off to do something they'd rather not ponder on. In truth, Drakken Tharcourt was deep in thought as he walked.
"Your team has proven more than capable of standing against the special units the rebels have established, commander…" Vader had stated. "…at least for the time being."
"We have the…valuable asset…of more experience, sir." Drakken responded. "Our know-how in this kind of warfare, and our…deep well of funding and equipment won out."
"Still, it was a close enough contest...that you yourself nearly perished." Vader contested. "And you retreated from the enemy…" The last part sounded enough like a question that Tharcourt ventured an explanation.
"We were in unfamiliar and tight ground, Lord Vader." He said. "If we were to have done battle just outside the base, they could have easily decimated us from concealed positions. I drew back closer to the ship so we could have a means of mobility, and I was able to set a trap for them." Vader gave a slight nod. "Fortunately for us, they were arrogant enough to walk into it. We still had a pretty hot fight."
"And at what point did you decide to sacrifice yourself…so that your team could withdraw, Commander?" Vader demanded. Drakken sighed. He could not tell the truth, but knew Vader could probably read an outright lie. He had prepared for this
"Strategic expense…" He said softly. "As you say, my lord…Delta-7 won, but barely. And my troopers are the best there are. Their loss would be a detriment to the war effort, sir. If in a no-win situation, I would just as soon preserve their abilities so they can go to win another day." There it was, and it wasn't technically a lie. The thought had gone through his head during the defense of the rocks.
"And you?"
"Lord Vader…I am an officer in the Imperial Navy, sir. My loss is of little importance so long as it can help in the end. If I can be forthright here, I'm after peace in this galaxy. I suppose that has to come at…any cost."
"Your Lieutenant returned to the field to save you." Vader said.
"Yes. I have instilled it in my men…if there is a chance of getting someone out, we do it. As I said sir…comradery runs high on the team, and everyone has value to our operations." Vader stood there breathing for a few tense moments.
"I may have need for your team in the future, commander." Vader said in a cautionary tone. "As you have proven…most successful combating the rebels. You and your team have proven this. However, if you should fail to do your duty, acceptable casualties amongst your unit shall prove to be of little concern to you." Drakken felt the temperature in the room drop, and a slight pressure about his neck. "Am I understood, Commander Tharcourt?"
"Sir, yes sir." Drakken sounded. The pressure abated, and Tharcourt grasped the dire warning.
"Good." Lord Vader said in a low voice. "There were some who doubted your team would be able to defeat the rebels' new special units. That is why you were sent there. You have proven that your unit and…method of conducting warfare are not as…obsolescent as some believed." Drakken was slightly perturbed by the remark. He decided to test his boundaries with a reply.
"My lord, terrorism and counter terrorism never go out of style, no matter what some people may think." He remarked, and ventured a sly smile. Freya would kill him if he got executed. "I believe my service record speaks for itself, sir. You may report this to all of my naysayers." Vader drew his head back a little.
"Take care you do not become too overconfident in your own abilities, commander." Vader advised.
"No sir." Drakken nodded. "I don't believe in overconfidence or boasting. Only results, sir."
"Very well…" The black-clad man stated. "We shall see then. I suggest you take some time to recover from your recent injury, commander…there are many opportunities for you to prove your value. You will undoubtedly be able to do so soon." Tharcourt came to attention and saluted.
"I am at your service, my lord." He stated. There was a long silence.
"You may go now." Vader finally said.
Drakken marched down the hall, thinking about his conversation with the dark lord. Vader had admitted what Freya had told him; that the mission was a setup. They had almost gotten killed, and there was no strategic value in what they had done, save for maybe ridding the galaxy of a couple dozen rebels. It was all a feckless waste and the risk had far outweighed the outcome. His mind began to wander places he thought it shouldn't, to actions and risks he knew he shouldn't take…at least not yet. Not without a proper plan. He thought about the new cache in the Outer Rim, and mentally logged the contents; six A280 blaster rifles, two A300 blasters with upgraded optics, twenty cans of bacta spray, a dozen field survival kits…oh yes, and the three blaster pistols and rations he and Ekks had stored the already.
"Need more rations…" He mumbled to himself just before he reached the hatch to his headquarters. Drakken entered, gave a half-hearted salute to Gallen and Mets, and went into his office. Freya immediately looked up from her desk.
"How'd it go?" She asked softly, standing. Drakken wrapped his arms around her.
"About like you'd expect." He returned. "We danced to the tune and survived, sweetheart…" He scoffed. "…to fight another day." She realized that they were gently swaying side-to-side as they held each other closely.
"At least there'll be another day, love." She whispered.
"Thanks to you." He said. "You saved my life." He kissed Freya on the cheek, and she made a soft coo. "Hell, I never needed saving before."
"Aye…ye did, ye big lummox." She returned. "Ye jes ne'er knew it."
"Point taken…" Drakken sighed. "Love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Drakken." Freya said back. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers. For a few moments, they kissed lovingly. Tharcourt pulled back and gazed into her green eyes.
"Mm. Now that the galaxy isn't imploding, you wanna go on that dinner date?" He asked. Freya giggled.
"Aye. 'Course I do."
They grabbed two trays from the stack, and walked down the line as the mess workers heaped food onto them. It was late evening, and between regular mess rotations, so there weren't very many people in the cafeteria. They found a table in the corner, and sat side-by-side as always. Freya immediately grabbed one of her rolls, and dipped it in bantha butter, cramming half of the bread bun into her mouth. Drakken stared at her incredulously. She caught his eyes and furiously chewed the roll before swallowing and chasing it with half a glass of tea.
"Wot?!" She demanded. "I eat when I get worried."
"Darling, you eat when you're happy." He countered. "And when you're sad…and when…"
"Ah, away an' feck up, me darlin'." She laughed. Drakken picked up a fork and speared a chunk of some genus of meat.
"I know what you mean though." He said, and shoved the meat into his mouth. "Mmm…no hot meal for two days and all this bantha crap, my stomach thinks my throat's been cut." Thorne let out a laugh and snorted.
"You wot?" She demanded. He chuckled.
"It means my belly button's rubbing a blister on my backbone." He clarified, eating another mouthful of the meat and vegetables. Freya began a loud, braying laugh.
"Oh stars, it feels good t' be laughin' again." She commented.
"Yeah…after all of this, I swear to the void if one more annoyance my way comes…"
"Heeeyyyyy Drakken." Zala greeted warmly, sitting down across from him with a tray of food and an expensive-looking metal drinking container. "I'm majorly glad you're all healed up. How's it going, hotshot?"
"Hey kitten." He grumbled boredly. Veruna giggled and made a claw with her hand.
"Rawr." At that, Freya choked on her tea and coughed.
"You alright?" Drakken asked.
"Aye…why wouldnae I be, dear?" Thorne said with a slight snarl, stirring at her food. He rolled his eyes and huffed. Drakken wasn't touching this with a ten-foot electrostaff.
"What are you doing here?" He inquired. Zala took a sip of her drink and shrugged.
"I've been like, stationed on The Executor. I'm the new head of ISB Internal Security here now. Surprise!"
"Oh stars…" Drakken groaned. "They made you the head of IntSec on this ship just so you could spy on me better, didn't they?"
"What?! Like no! Not at aaaalll, Drakken!" Veruna schmoozed. "I did so exceptionally great on our mission, that they gave me this promotion, silly." She grinned with her tongue between her teeth, and gave him such an overt wink that it was obvious that her explanation was a complete fabrication. He put a hand to his face for a moment.
"Well, I'm glad they chose you for the job, that's for sure." He said truthfully. She gave him a thin-lipped stare.
"You really, really should be, man." She stated. He nodded. Freya looked between them. She caught what the other woman was saying. Drakken was being watched, and the Empire had put Veruna on the job. Only Veruna was playing a game of her own, doubtlessly misleading her superiors. She was secretly glad that Zala was at least that trustworthy, and was helping them. Still, she didn't exactly like Veruna or feel comfortable with the way she talked to Drakken.
"Where you stationed on this barge?" He asked, taking a bite of his roll. She chewed on a piece of the meat and made a sour face, forcing herself to swallow.
"Like…Ew! How can you guys digest this stuff?" She complained, then looked down at her tray and made a pouty face.
"Zala?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm three up, eight blocks forward." She said. "Know where prisoner I and D is?"
"Yeah." Drakken nodded.
"Yeah, that's my office now." At that remark, Thorne huffed and frowned. Veruna noticed her reaction. "Sweetie…you know you don't have to worry. I'm not that schutta." She added, reaching over the table and patting one of Freya's hands with hers.
"Aye…I know." Freya acknowledged. "Ye got a much sunnier personality than she e'er did. Prolly meur devious than ye are pure evil too, I'll warrant." Zala bit her lip and winked flirtatiously.
"Devious? Oh…you'd better believe it, girlfriend." She grinned. Thorne pulled her hand away suspiciously.
"You comin' on t' me or somethin'?" She asked. Veruna's eyes shifted back and forth.
"Mmmm…maybe just a little."
"Zala!" Drakken exclaimed. "For kriff's sake!" The ISB major laughed.
"I'm just kidding, guys! Joking around. Like totally…maybe…or not, you know. But geez, what do you think about this ship, huh? Pretty big…"
"You are a menace, Zala." Drakken said, shaking his head. Freya giggled, and then glanced over at him and he gave her a warm smile. She gently and playfully kicked at his leg under the table. Veruna chewed on a chunk of cake and looked between them. Her lips faintly turned up in a genuine but guarded smile at their antics. She swallowed the cake and took a drink of her iced caf.
"Um…you guys want me to go?" She offered. Thorne smirked and gently shook her head to the negative at Drakken.
"Nah kitten, you can stay." He returned. "You're about my only friend on this ship…outside of my team and Piett." Zala gave him a smile, then looked at Freya. The red-haired woman sighed.
"Yeah…you're alright, I guess." Thorne admitted.
"You hate me." Veruna stated with a grin.
"Neu, neu, I didnae say that!" Freya protested. "I jes said that yer a…a…" Zala raised her eyebrows. "Yer a right fun…person t' be around…when yer not…I mean…"
"You hate me." Zala repeated with an even more amused smirk. Freya squeaked, and The ISB agent laughed. "Sweetheart…sweetheart, come on…I'm just fooling around with you. Chill out." Freya's shoulders drooped, and she narrowed her eyes at the older woman.
"You have to get used to her doing stuff like that." Drakken advised, gesturing toward the Intelligence officer with his fork. He shoveled another load of food in his mouth, and tore at his second roll. He swallowed after a few chews, then finished off the meat and roll in another bite.
"Uh…ew." Zala commented. "I swear, hon…I mean this stuff is not that good."
"Let the man eat!" Thorne chirped.
"Not my prob. You're the one that has to kiss him later." Veruna shrugged. Freya shushed her loudly,
"Zala, opsec!" Tharcourt hissed.
"Oh fine. It's not like everybody doesn't know."
"Wait…e'erybody knows aboot…us?" Thorne asked in a fearful tone.
"Not everyone." Zala answered. "I know. All the ISB agents under me know. Captain Piett knows. Um…your team, Corproal Ekks' cute little galpal, Lago's mom…" She thought for a moment. "Pretty sure Lord Vader does, and that means Emperor Palpatine probably does too."
"Oh dank farrik…" Drakken groaned. "Who the Hell doesn't know?"
"Admiral Ozzel is like, a bit of an idiot…" Zala answered. "Nobody, not even Vader tells him anything more than he needs to know." Drakken chuckled and Freya let out a snort. "I don't think you need to worry too much, you know? Nobody knows that can or will do anything, and anybody that like, would doesn't know…you know?"
"I know now." Drakken said. He took the hard candy from his tray and sat it on Freya's. She smiled warmly and wrapped it up, sticking it in her tunic pocket as always. "And with that, I take my leave." He said as they stood with their trays.
"Catch you later, Drakken." Zala winked. "You too, sweetie." She said to Freya. Thorne gave an insincere, toothy smile. "Like, keep out of trouble now." They left the hapless ISB agent to gaze disappointedly at her food.
…
They entered their office, and Drakken made his way to his desk. He paused when Freya wrapped her arms around him. He gave her a peck on the lips, and she giggled. Freya drew him in close and rested her head on his shoulder. He held her, feeling a sense of calm for the first time since he'd awakened from his bacta treatment.
"So, what do ye wanna do?" She asked.
"Still groggy from the goo." He scoffed. "Probably sleep til morning. You?"
"Mm…look at you." She replied. Drakken chuckled.
"Dunno why." He said. "Much prettier things to look at than me."
"Aw shut it." She laughed. "Thought I'd 'ave tae lamp Zala o'er ye."
"You really don't like her, do you?" Drakken asked. "We're just friends, sweetheart. Okay?"
"You know, darlin'…" She began in a soft tone. "…I think ye may find that woman a lil' attractive." He pulled back a little.
"Zala?" Drakken queried. "Nah. I mean, she might be an alright looking gal…"
"Mmm. Oh really?" Freya interjected in a mock-suspicious tone. Drakken smirked and touched his forehead to hers.
"Ahh, come on…you know better than that." He said. "You're a lot prettier than she is."
"Oh yeah?" She countered playfully. "E'en in those tight lil' pants o' hers?" Drakken grinned.
"Mm, your legs are lightyears better." He said. She giggled.
"That saucy attitude th' lil' manx has…"
"You my dear…" Drakken kissed her bottom lip. "…are way more attractive."
"Mmmm…and her bein' more…girly than I am?"
"Heh. Maybe I have a thing for tomboys." He chuckled. She bit her lip.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah…" He kissed her lips again. "A capable…amazing…" Another kiss. "Little gamine…a perfect spitfire."
"Mmhmmhmm…" She laughed. "Doncha mean Hellcat now…"
"Oh…aye." He returned. Freya kissed him deeply, then broke away, a sly, playful look in her eyes. "You ne'er officially thanked me for saving you, by the way." He gently kissed the edge of her mouth.
"I will." He stated. She shook her head.
"Come to me room, Drakken." She said. Drakken took a deep breath.
"I…I might." He finally worked up the courage to say. Thorne caught his hesitance, and kissed him once more before stepping back.
"If ye don't want t'…I understand." She said amiably. She pulled the tie from her queue, and let her long, red-orange hair fall free. Freya sighed. "I'll be in me quarters, listnin' to some music Gallen lent me…if ye need me." Drakken nodded awkwardly.
"Uh…yep…I'll uh…I'll definitely let you know if I uh…need anything, sweetheart." He smiled. Freya narrowed her eyes and gave him a frustrated nod.
"Love you." She said.
"I love you too." He returned. She walked through the hatch to their rooms, and Drakken sat down at his desk. He rubbed his face, and heaved a sigh. Why did he still feel reserved with Freya? He frowned. Drakken knew the reason why. The only thing that had always been there in his life was the one thing that took everyone and everything else he had cared anything about. There was no denying his calling, his obsession, his manic lifelong pursuit, even though he himself had denied the terrible baggage that had come with it. Oddly now, he thought to the novel he still had yet to finish. Drakken always thought of himself like Starbuck, but it was only now that he realized how close he had been to becoming that mad captain. That is, until Freya.
Now there were two constants in his life, and Freya Thorne was one of them. He still feared loosing her, but the last mission had shown that dying was probably only a matter of when and where for all of them. He slapped his desk. What if he died…or Freya did, and there was left everything they had never said, never done? Drakken faced that phantom in his mind, stared it down after all these years; death was inevitable. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a decade, but probably much closer to tomorrow.
There was no time to be guarded, to hold back, to be disciplined anymore. If he were chancing his life for such a conglomerated mass of nothing, why should he be expected to go into it like the officer the Empire had tried to bend and torque him into? If he really were as disposable as he realized he was, that meant that there was only a few moments more left to be that crazy kid who had trounced the seps and built a rebellion all those years ago…
Drakken approached Freya's door and reached out to press the call button. He didn't know what he was going to say, or what was about to happen, but there was no point in being cautious anymore. They were both living on the edge of oblivion, and he was about to make the best of it. He paused when he heard a song playing in her quarters, the volume turned up. He cocked his head to better hear the lyrics, his hand just over the control panel.
When the lights go out
Will you take me with you
And carry all this broken bone
Through six years down in crowded rooms
And highways I call home?
Drakken smiled, and pressed the call button. The door immediately slid open, as if Freya had been waiting all along. Dressed only in her skirt and tank top, she grabbed him by the front of his tunic and pulled him into the room. She drew him into a tight embrace and pressed her lips into his. Drakken threw his arms around her and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She fell onto her bed, dragging Drakken down on top of her. They continued to kiss, even more passionately than before.
Something I can't know 'til now
'Til you pick me off the ground
With a brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile
Your scraped-up knees…
"I ever thank you for saving me?" Drakken panted, coming up for air. Freya gave him a sad smile.
"No, love." She breathed. He kissed Freya's lips, then her cheek, then her neck.
"I will." He jested. Freya stuck her tongue between her teeth in a playful grin. He felt his belt being unbuckled, and it clattered to the floor.
"Ye'll thank me now." She whispered. The song played on;
And if you stay, I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me anytime you want.
"You…sure you want to do this?" Drakken asked caringly as Thorne unsnapped his tunic. "I mean…I know you never…" She put a finger to his lips.
"Drakken…Yer the man I love…the one I wanna live an' die aside. Aye…I'm more'n sure." She said. "You?" He answered by throwing off his tunic and kissing her. He didn't even have to try to come up with an answer to that. What Freya truly meant to Drakken was beyond words. What she had rescued him from was something he'd only now begun to understand.
Terrified of what I'd be
As a kid from what I've seen
Every single day when people try
And put the pieces back together
Just to smash them down
Turn my headphones up real loud
I don't think I need them now
'Cause you stopped the noise
"Darlin'?" she said softly, noticing his expression.
"Live…" He muttered. "Cause we may well be dead tomorrow, right?" She smiled. "I love you, Freya." He entwined his fingers with hers. "Thanks for saving me…" She understood the depths of those four words.
And if you stay I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me…anytime you want.
Um...yeah...that's been a long time in coming...and with that, I guess they're officially a couple. Well, I mean they always have been, right? But now it's...ugh, love is so confusing! The song there is "Summertime" by MCR, one of the greatest bands ever. Yes, I'm 39 and I listen to MCR. What of it? I like things that mean something...kind of like this story. I know it means a great deal to all of you, and it means even more to me. That's why I'm going to get a new chapter up as soon as I can. Until then my loyal readers, Cheerio!