All In (Le Chiffre×OFC)

[Ending 2- Happy]

As I push the door open, I see Jean swing a carpet-beater under a chair that Jim is sitting in completely naked, the hard knot at the end making contact with his crotch. 

"Jean! Jean, stop!"

"Stay out of this, Evie! Go wait in-"

"The passcode is-"

Three official looking men enter the room, all aiming guns at Jean. I run over to uncle Jim to see if he's alright. 

"Jim? Jim?," I ask over and over. 

His eyes flutter open and he manages a small smile. 

"You'll get your money…"

"Money isn't as valuable as knowing who to trust," the older one says, firing a bullet directly into Jean's forehead. 

I scream, grabbing their attention. 

"Are- are you here to help?," I ask shakily. 

"In a manner of speaking," one of them says smugly. 

There's suddenly a rush of people flooding the room.

"MI6, hands up!" 

One of the men knocks me in the back of the head with the heel end of his gun. A shoot out starts between the agents and the men from, what I assume to be, Quantum.

I collapse to the floor, the last thing I see is Jean's eyes staring at me. I could almost swear that he winks at me as I feel myself go unconscious. 

_

I wake up to several voices, and I feel a mattress under me. 

"She's waking up!"

My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the brightness filling the room. I look around, and I see Vesper and uncle Jim around my bed. 

'Jean! Where's-,' before I can finish my thought, I remember the last moment I saw him. 

"Oh, Jean," I sob. 

"There, there, E. You don't have to be in fear anymore. None of his enemies will come for you. He's dead and that's all that matters. You are safe."

I take a deep inhale, a loud sniffle following. 

"I may be safe, but… but he's gone," I moan with a sob. "What will I do? Where can I go? I don't want mom and dad to get mixed up in any of this…"

"You could come work for MI6; you could get an office job easily enough."

"I don't know. The way I feel right now, I would like just be left alone the rest of my life to be perfectly honest."

"I know this has all been a… traumatizing experience for you, E; but I promise you would be safe working for us. And you would get to see my beautiful face every day! What more could you ask for?"

I roll my eyes and let out a huff of a giggle. 

"Well, I suppose a trial run wouldn't hurt… But if I don't like it, can I leave?"

"Of course. No one's forced to stay if they don't want to."

"... Alright. I'll give it a go."

Jim lets out an ear-to-ear grin, kissing my cheek.

"I'll get on the phone with M; she'll want to meet you."

I look down, my smile fading. I can't help but think of Jean and how I'm cursed to remember him; his lifeless eyes staring into mine. I feel uncle Jim pull me into a hug. 

"I know you loved him, honey, but he's gone. You never know, maybe you'll meet someone at MI6."

I give him an insincere smile and lay back down on my bed, trying to drift off to sleep. 

"Jean…," I mouth as a few rogue tears slide down my face before I pass out. 

___

A few weeks later…

"So, Ms. Ollette, I would be happy to have you on board at MI6. I do, however, have some questions pertaining to your employment with… him."

"I'll answer whatever questions you have, if I can; but for future reference, I would like to not be questioned about my previous employer. At least, not until I've finished grieving for him."

"I understand. I'll be brief; who was he linked to?" 

"He was dealing directly with some group called the Lord's Resistance Army, but from what I understand he was also involved with an organization called "Quantum"."

M looks pleased with my answer. 

"And was he behind the attempted terrorist attack  in relation to Skyfleet?"

"Yes. He was going to short the stocks and keep the difference; what he planned on doing with it, I have no idea."

She nods. 

"Forgive me if this seems an impertinent question, but isn't this information you already know? Why ask me?"

"Simple, we have to be sure you're honest, and have no loyalty to Quantum."

"I can assure you, I don't. They killed off my-"

"We know, we know; but we can't be too sure. As it is, you've proven your worth. You may go now. Exit to the left and you'll see the door to the office you'll share with Mark."

"Mark?"

"Yes, your uncle suggested we place you with him specifically. He said you would enjoy his company."

'Ugh. Really, Jim?'

"I see. Thank you ma'am."

As I turn away, it almost looks like she's holding back a smile; whether at Jim's pathetic attempt at providing me a distraction, or being amused at my annoyance with him, I'm not certain. All I know is that I'm thankful to have a moment alone as I walk out of her office. 

I walk up to the doors where I'll be working, taking a deep breath. I push the doors open and walk in quietly. I look around the small room, and my eyes immediately land on my new coworker. I have to control myself to keep a loud gasp from flying out. 

The man, "Mark", is sitting at his desk, looking up at me with a smile.

'He… he looks like… No, it can't be; can it!?'

I make eye contact with him instantly, and I recognize him right away. Those cheekbones that could cut hearts, the refined, almost regal features of his face; except his eye that used to be blue now matches his natural deep brown colored one, and his hair is a light brown. 

I feel tears well up, forcing myself to calm down and smile back. 

"You… You must be…"

"Mark Astin. I believe your name is Evie?"

And that's when I knew it was him. I walk up to him slowly, gawking. When I get close enough to reach him, I give him a hard slap and then pull him into a bone-crushing hug 

"You have a lot of explaining to do…," my voice crackles with a sob. 

"I know, I know, doing that to you was awful. When I saw you break down when I was "killed" my heart broke for you… We had to make it realistic though. No one can know I'm alive. I even got corrective surgery on my eye to complete the effect."

"Are we allowed to see each other romantically?"

"That's the first thing I asked, and they said it's safe. If my true identity is found out though, we have to disappear."

"Oh, Je-... Martin… as long as we're together, I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth. I wasn't exaggerating when I told you that night that you're stuck with me."

He looks down at me with a solemn expression. He grabs the back of my neck and brings our lips together. He places light kisses over my cheeks and forehead. 

"We're stuck with each other, cherie."

I smirk up at him. 

"I did always love the way you speak French."

"All in?," he asks.

"All in," I confirm.

We stand in the middle of our shared office, the moment seeming to last forever.