A/N: Happy holidays everyone! I recently read an article about the new upcoming Bond movie, hence the inspiration for this chapter!
"Sorry if it's hard to catch my vibe, mmm
I need a lover to trust, tell me you're on my side
Are you down for the ride?
It's not easy for someone to catch my eye
But I've been waitin' for you for my whole damn life
For my whole lifetime
Don't be afraid to tell me if you ain't with it (you ain't with it)
I see you're focused, yeah you're so independent (independent)
It's hard for me to open up, I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
You've got some shit to say and I'm here to listen
So baby, tell me where your love lies
Waste the day and spend the night
Underneath the sunrise
Show me where your love lies"
I just had the most awful nightmare. Red lights, an alarm blaring at MI6, a house on fire, Raoul kissing me, M dead, James looking at me like he's losing everything... Gasping, I bolt upright, now awake.
"You okay?" A voice asks. Still trying to calm down, I turn my head to the left, my eyes meeting Raoul's. So it wasn't a nightmare after all.
"I'm fine." I breathe out eventually, going with a hand through my hair. He hums at it, turning to look back at the road. Apparently, I'm in a car, him behind the wheel, myself in the passenger seat.
"Nightmares?" He asks after a moment of silence.
"Yeah." I mutter, James' blue eyes still haunting me. He must be worried sick.
"You don't say much, do you?" Raoul eventually notes after a long, awkward silence.
"Not when I'm barely awake." I answer, exhausted. The sleep I'd gotten didn't help me at all. Instead of easing my mind, like it usually did, all I got was pain when I woke up.
"How long have I slept?" I ask him after a moment, confused when I see the sun setting.
"12 hours, maybe more." Raoul answers, with a casual shrug.
"What?!" I exclaim, giving him a surprised look.
"Yeah, your body was giving your mind the time to place everything. We're reaching a motel soon. We're staying the night there." He explains. I freeze up at the words 'we' and 'staying the night' in one sentence.
"We can both clean up, and you can eat something." He adds, making me force myself to nod.
"Okay."
"I also need to take care of that wound of yours. I improvised a bit, but it's gonna get worse if we don't take care of it soon." He says, making me look down at my leg. Around my upper leg was a piece of fabric, pulled tightly into a knot, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
After that, I remain silent as I panick internally. We were going to a motel, which meant staying the night, which meant sleeping, probably together too, for I had a feeling he wouldn't leave me alone. Me, together, with him?! I fight the urge to scream, digging my nails into my skin instead. All of the sudden I'm really, really nervous, and I have to take a few minutes to calm myself down.
'Just chill out, Rhine, he's your kidnapper, it's not like he's expecting anything from you.' Reason speaks up in my head.
'But what if he does? You did kiss him after all.' Panick answers, and it takes all my strength not to go back into full panic mode.
'Let's just wait and see what happens. You can always hit him in his you-know-whats when he tries anything funny.' Spy-me says. I decide to listen to that part of me and calm down a bit, looking outside. Soon, I realize that I have no idea where we could be. We're surrounded by trees and fields reaching as far as the eye meets, almost no other cars passing by.
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Scars From The Past
Roman d'amour[Raoul Silva/OC] An MI6 trainee teams up with James Bond to chase an infamous hacker and former spy. But what will happen when she finds out they have much more in common than one would expect...? What happens when unexpectedly two paths cross?
