Scars From The Past

bella ciao

Hi! Welcome to this story, I hope you enjoy it. It's a [Raoul Silva/OC] ship, so bear in mind the story will mostly revolve around that. Feel free to send me your thoughts! Enjoy! 

!I do not own any of the characters from Skyfall, except for my OC! 

'Una mattina mi son svegliato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
Eo ho trovato l'invasor

(One morning I woke up
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
One morning I woke up
And I found the invader)

O partigiano porta mi via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
O partigiano porta mi via
Che mi sento di morir

(Oh partisan, carry me away,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Oh partisan, carry me away,
For I feel I'm dying)'

I walk inside the room that's upon this unfamiliar ship. I let myself drop onto the bed, exhausted after days with no sleep whatsoever. When I look up from where I'm lying down, I see James standing in the doorway, a strange look on his face. He didn't look like he was tired, and I couldn't help but wonder how he could handle all of this without sleeping. He was either crazy, or missions became easier as time went by.

"Get some rest, Rhine, tomorrow is going to be a long day." James speaks up, blue eyes looking into mine.
"What are you going to do? Don't you need sleep as well?" I ask him, having a feeling he isn't going to bed yet.
"I still need to... talk to someone." He answers, unable to prevent a smirk from creeping onto his face.
"Eww, James, that's disgusting." I say, groaning in disgust. He probably wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. I had seen him look at the woman who brought us here, and her at him in return, so I knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Sweet dreams." He merely answers, chuckling before heading out, closing the door behind him.

I don't even bother taking my clothes off, preferring to remain where I am. This bed feels like I'm in fucking heaven! James and I had been on this mission for... a while, I didn't even know how long exactly. We were on our way to catch the cyber terrorist who blew up MI6 and leaked the identities of secret agents. Apparently, the guy had some kind of history with M, but no one was willing to tell me what the story was exactly. James thought it was safer for me, just in case someone thought of me as a threat. Then again, I was only just being trained to become a spy, so I doubted anyone would think of me as a threat.

I've known James ever since I was little. My parents are both secret agents at MI6 as well, it's how they met, and when I was old enough, they'd bring me there after school, for they were often busy until late. I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so every day after school, I'd be at MI6, exploring. I'd pretend to be an adventurer, indian, or a spy, which is how I met James. I used to follow him everywhere, claiming we were a team. They told me that in the beginning, James was very annoyed with me, but over time he grew rather fond of me. After some jerk at my school slapped my ass and I arrived at MI6 crying when I was 15, me playing turned into James teaching me self defence. These last 5 years, James has been training me in all the things a spy must be able to do. I want to become a real spy more than anything else in the world, but I've still got a lot to learn. I'm with him on the mission as some kind of try-out.

It doesn't take me long to fall into a peacefull, dreamless sleep.

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I wake up due to the sunlight falling inside the room through a small, round window. Groaning, I pull myself up into a sitting position. A glance around the room tells me James hasn't returned yet, probably still with the woman. I pull a face at it. I knew that he was handsome and all, but literally every woman we met fell for him! It was getting a bit ridiculous by now. Yawning loudly, I walk over to the bathroom. Tired, I get out of my clothes and into the shower, turning it on. 20 heavenly minutes later, I walk back into the bedroom, finally feeling clean again for the first time in a while. I quickly get dressed, wearing a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, some black combat boots underneath. After brushing and combing my hair, I get out of the room, making my way upstairs. When I walk onto the deck, I find James at the front, the woman next to him. The 'bodyguards' standing
a bit behind them. I kind of felt sorry for the woman, for she was always being watched. One wrong move and she'd die. I had a feeling that bringing James and I here could mean her death. Taking a deep breath, I walk over towards them, stopping next to James.

"Morning" He greets, blue eyes meeting mine as he gives me a dirty smirk.
"You're disgusting" I mutter, unable to hide a grin.
"I can live with that." He answers. Then, he turns his head to look ahead, making me do the same, eyes widening at the
sight in front of me.
"Holy shit." I whisper in surprise.

In front of us was an island that looked so beautiful that it was almost hard for me to believe it could be dangerous there. James chuckles at my reaction.
"It's not too late. We can go back now we still can." The woman speaks up, sounding scared. I was nervous, but a bit excited at the same time. I figure James must sense how I feel, for he mutters some words that are clearly directed to me.
"Remember, this isn't an exercise at MI6. You can die, so calm down or you could get hurt." I nod, kind of understanding him. Taking deep breaths, I can feel myself calm down slowly. When I turn my head back to look at the island, I hear the sound of guns being pulled out and cocked. I can't help but grimace at it.
"I think it's too late to turn back now." James speaks up.

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