Kala never thought of herself as a foolish woman. She came from a good family, graduated from university and worked at a reputable lab doing work she was passionate about. Despite being a woman of Science, she held a steadfast belief in her religion and Ganesha. She had a simple life, she was content.

Then her life completely changed. A surprise marriage proposal would do that but throw in the fact that her mind was now linked with seven other individuals around the world and things become complicated. On top of all this, she fell in love with one of said individuals that she was linked to. Wolfgang, a man that was the complete opposite of her with very little ideals or values that aligned with her own. Several times, she wondered if he and the others were real, that she had gone mad and they were just intense hallucinations. Even if that were true, she was drawn to him in particular, seeing him when her thoughts and emotions were in turmoil and feeling them settle when he set his gaze upon her. He lit her body ablaze with lustful eyes and cooled her raging thoughts with a single touch. She thought about him constantly and knowing that he at least felt minutely the same made her cheeks flush with warmth then little butterflies would flitter inside of her. The whole thing was unprecedented and she tried to keep her life normal, thinking if she pretended everything was, eventually it would become so. So she married the successful, handsome Indian man who loved her, knowing she didn't love him but hoping that she could. That was foolish but at the time, she didn't see it that way, instead she felt it was the most logical thing to do. Her beloved family and father believed it too. If they knew everything, Kala wondered if they would still have pushed her to accept Rajan's proposal.

If her father knew she was a different species that was being hunted by a secret government organization and spent her days jumping into others' minds and assisting them when she could, would he believe her? She hardly believed it herself and now the threat was over. She was leaving Paris after a tumultuous adventure with guns, explosions, far fetched plans, and an incredible orgy. The two men in her life clashed together and surprisingly, it went well. She was happy, before Paris she was prepared to leave her marriage for Wolfgang, but not without guilt. She knew that she could live a content life with Rajan, he was a very good man who loved her and she cared for him deeply. But that care for him paled in comparison to her feelings for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed man with an extremely violent past but a secret heart of gold. Then Paris happened, and although it wasn't her intention it was looking like she could have them both.

The days leading up to their departure from Paris were blissful, everyone was still enjoying the high from defeating Whispers, BPO, and that awful woman, Lila. After that, Kala kissed Wolfgang freely while holding Rajan's hand, whispered sweet things to her husband and fell asleep between the two. No one objected or said anything about it and she should have realized that was a problem. She would have if she wasn't too busy being relieved that she dodged a bullet, figuratively because she did literally get shot. She was very foolish indeed, to believe that the two men in her life would be willing to share her. Instead, they appeased her for the moment because they were both scared shitless after almost losing her. She knew from experience that fear would make a person do crazy things, like marry someone she didn't truly love. Or share the woman they love with another to keep her happy, and near.

None of this completely registered for Kala until she was standing in the airport, two good men looking at her expectantly and she had no idea what to do. Tickets were already purchased, her and Rajan were returning to Mumbai and Wolfgang to Berlin with Felix, who went on ahead sensing a confrontation was brewing. She stared at her conflicted lover, seeing the tension in his jaw and his eyes boring into her as he contemplated what to say. She felt the familiar pull as she entered his mind and into his arms. She took a deep inhale not really smelling him, just getting a rush of a memory of his scent, the wisp of old smoke, leather and something uniquely Wolfgang. An aroma that was so deep and masculine, she immediately felt safe and protected. That smell plus the mental feel of his arms around her was causing heat to pool between her thighs. She thinks back to how it felt to really be in his arm, in that bed in the Parisian hotel and was almost lost in the reminiscing until he spoke in her ear.

"Come with me." Those three little words sent a chill through her and she pulled away. Such a foolish woman, she thought of herself as reality crashed upon her. Her immediate response was yes, she would follow him anywhere, she only wanted to be with him. Except her responsibilities were pulling her away from him, to India, her family and Rajan. The angst of disappointing those who loved her crushed the only answer that would make them both happy.

"Wolfgang, I can't," she whispers, her chest throbbed painfully as his eyes dimmed and he looked away.

"My family is worried, my father has been emailing and calling me constantly. I don't even know how I am going to explain any of this to them. If I even should, will they believe it? Rajan barely believed it until he actually saw it for himself. Also Rajan and I have to get back to work. I can't just not go back."

"After everything, nothing has changed then," he said, stepping back from her. Although Wolfgang didn't show his emotion like normal men, the hurt from her rejection was clear on his face. It dried her mouth, leaving her speechless.

"Wolfgang I-," but before she could finish she was yanked out of his mind, the airport filling up with people again, as they hustled to their destinations. Her head whipped to her wrist to the brown hand of her husband grasping and pulling her to him.

"We will be late for our flight," he explained, as the distance between her and Wolfgand increased. Over his shoulder he said to Wolfgang, "Have a safe trip." It was not friendly in the least, and his pace was not of someone in a rush but an angry stomping, that left her stumbling behind him.

"Rajan slow down," she huffed but she was ignored. Kala stole a glance back, knowing he would be gone, but she had to be sure. Surprisingly, he was still there, arms crossed and watching her. An unreadable expression on his face that uprooted her senses as she tried to decipher it. Finally, he shook his head and walked in the other direction. It hurt to be away from him, just a mere couple of yards and soon they would be thousands of miles apart again. She dreaded the separation but what could she have done? She did not think this far ahead, she had been foolish indeed.

Rajan was unusually quiet since arriving at the airport. Not that he was the most talkative man since discovering his wife was homo sensorium, a type of human he didn't know existed, that had seven other people inhabiting her head. He asked enough to grasp what was going on and kindly interacted with the real life versions of her cluster but he had been a lot more subdued than the man she married. She knew he felt out of his element, otherwise he could be quite the charmer. It also didn't help that she had been shot and had a homo sensorium lover.

Much of their time in Paris was risking their lives, celebrating that they survived and being affectionate with one another. More than affectionate, she had been intimate with two men and she still blushed at what had transpired between them. She was utterly taken aback that Rajan had agreed to having a threesome with Wolfgang and herself. All she could say was she was so desperate to be near Wolfgang after getting him back from BPO's clutches she didn't even hesitate to ask her husband if he was sure. She just dove in, ready to be with the man she loved freely, even if it was under her husband's eyes or that she had never done it before in her life. But someone in her cluster had because she knew just what to do to thoroughly enjoy both men. She would ponder who it might've been and possibly thank them later.

It seemed that everything was fine, the two men were almost comrade, and had shared a few laughs together. Neither mentioned their intentions with Kala and she believed a silent understanding had formed. Yet, Rajan's demeanor completely changed on the way to the airport. He became stoic, eyes forward as Capheus drove the van. She didn't notice as she and Riley were teasing Will and Wolfgang for their intense debate on weapons over hand to hand combat. Even Sun contributed, obviously choosing hand to hand combat and she smirked a few times at the other girls' teasing. It was a nice conversation, every so often Wolfgang would turn to her to plant a kiss into her curls causing the biggest smile to break out on her face and Riley would wink at her. Subconsciously, she had ignored Will's pointed looks, she was happy and she wanted it to stay that way. Why was she acting so foolishly? She was delusional then, pretending as if this moment was never going to come.

"Rajan is everything alright?" She placed her hand over his on the arm rest and leaned forward to take in his entire face. He was a nice looking man, with short thick black curls covering his head and chin, warm brown eyes and burnt sienna skin. He exuded kindness and homeliness, that promised comforting hugs and attentiveness. Rajan was every single Indian woman's dream.

"Do you love him?" Air escaped her unexpectedly. His hard brown eyes found hers. He seemed to have reached a resolution and only needed her to confirm it. It was a silly question, she knew how she felt, everyone who knew of her and Wolfgang knew the answer to that question. Even though she never spoke the words aloud to any homo sapien, let alone her husband. But her husband was not a stupid man, it was one of the things she admired about him.

"Yes but Rajan-" he was speaking before she could finish.

"Do you love me?" Her heart was breaking. Her first thought was that he was not supposed to ask her that. She never wanted to lie to him. She already felt guilty for not being the loving wife he deserved, she didn't want to be a liar too.

"Why are you asking me these things?"

"The way you kiss him," he swallowed, "You kiss him like." he paused and struggled with his thoughts before he finished, "You kiss him like he's your soulmate."

She was speechless,

"We should get a divorce."

She balked, her mind uneasy at the word divorce coming from Rajan's mouth. She thought it a few times, played scenarios in her head about the conversation but she was always the one bringing it up, Rajan was always hurt and in disbelief. She did not expect the roles to be in reverse. For a second everything was off kilter, the world shifted and Rajan was replaced with Sun. Kala was in first class on a flight back to Korea, Detective Mun had to be close by but Kala didn't consider it much as she made herself comfortable. Sun didn't flinch at her sudden appearance either, they were used to this by now. Kala always came to Sun when in deep inner conflict.

"Of course, I am here with you now," she said instead, exasperated. Sun tilted her head, "Is that a bad thing?"

"No," she hesitated, "Well maybe, it means I am confused, or rather I know what I want to do but I am unsure."

"Uncertainty is a part of life. You are not really living if you are sure of everything."

"Rajan deserves someone to fight for him," she whispered back, rubbing her eyes vigorously, "But he is giving me what I want. Freedom to be with Wolfgang. So why can I not accept it?"

"Because it means you failed at something," Sun said matter-of-factly.

"Explain please."

"You have lived your life based on everyone else's expectations. It chooses your clothes, what you studied at university, your job and even your husband. Validation from those around you is important to you. You think that you will disappoint them."

"I know I will."

"What's more important? Your happiness or theirs?" She sat back in the cushy recliner to mull over Sun's question. Rajan was probably wondering who she was visiting, knowing the signs of when she was not all there. He would wait patiently, another great characteristic of his. Her Aunties would point that out, praise her for snatching up such a great husband, and give her unsolicited advice to keep him satisfied. But he would never be enough for her. Neither would their praise. She will always long for the German thief, Wolfgang Bogdanow. Her mother would cry, and she can already see the horrified face of her father if he was to ever find out. It hurt, knowing that they would not approve no matter how happy he made her. How would her relationship with her family change if she chose a thief? What would her life be like?

"I'm scared," she admitted, a tear falling from her eyes. She blinked hard before turning to look back at Sun but she was no longer there. Kala found herself in a bar booth, the man wreaking havoc in her head filling her view. He leaned forward and brushed the tear from her cheek, before resting his hand there. He looked at her intently, a question in his eyes.

She tilted her face into his hand and felt more tears fall as she restated what she was feeling, "I am afraid." He nodded, as if those three little words explained everything.

"I will always protect you," he murmured.

"You cannot protect me from this. I am leaving the life I've always known behind," she whispered, "but promise me something?"

"Anything," he said without hesitation, unleashing a tidal wave of love for him that made her reach for him. Her hands rested on both sides of his face, "Come with me."

"Yes," then she was kissing him and he was kissing her. Everything was already changing but this feeling, this moment with him anchored her down and shielded her from what was coming. His tongue brushed her bottom lip and she opened up for him as she scooted into his lap, her leg swinging over to straddle him effectively banishing space from between them. Skilled fingers tangled in her hair and softly pulled to elicit a moan from her. She subconsciously grind against him and the hiss he let out made her moan again. She was hot all over, she wanted him and his want for her was drawing her ever so closer.

"Wolfgang we have to go, tell the Indian Princess she has to wait." Felix's shouting slammed her back to her own flight, winded and flushed. Thankfully, Rajan was not beside her, his seat empty. She would not have been able to explain where she had gone, but he wouldn't have asked because he already knew. She assumed he had excused himself to the restroom because he couldn't think of anything worse than telling your wife you want a divorce and she immediately ran into the arms of another man. In her head or not, it must've upset him. Yes, she thought, biting her lip, a divorce is needed.

Meanwhile, Wolfgang turned to his lifelong friend after Kala had disappeared and smiled.

"That's creepy, what's going on in that twisted head of yours?"

"India plan, bruder."

A/N - Oh wow it has been awhile since I have posted anything. I would love to tell all my loyal followers that I am officially back but I am not sure. Recently, I rewatched Sense8 on Netflix and fell in love with it all over again. If you have not seen that show, it is absolutely a must watch. Technically it was canceled but the producers did give a sort of happy ending but it was not enough for someone like me. This story I am writing has been in my head for about a month now and I thought I would go crazy if I didn't at least try to tell it. That being said, I know I left a lot of you hanging whether its an Inuyasha fic or a 6teen fic... I am coming up with a plan on what to do with those. Just be patient with me!

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