Save The Girl

Not That Girl

~Demi~

     I had been sleeping under observation for a few hours now. I felt fine. The Agency made sure I didn't leave the room until my observation phase was over. But to my surprise, neither had Selena. She lay pressed against my side, her fingers laying across my waist as I studied her sweet face. Something was bothering her, but she hadn't told me what. My head was still pounding, but I managed to overcome the dizziness by not moving much. My fingers brushed through the sleeping brunette's hair. The air just right as I took in the space. The cabinets held different liquids and bandages. I felt like I was in a hospital room.

     I couldn't remember much from Mexico besides the shutdown of Onyx. But it didn't mean they wouldn't rise again, it wasn't my problem anymore. I did what I had to do. I forced myself to sit up as Selena slowly opened her eyes. I refused to tell her about getting knocked in the head or going through another gun battle. It was pointless to worry her. It was all over now, all I had to do was pull myself together and leave. A knock came to the room door as Selena shifted, her eyes studying me.

     "Come in." I insisted, just as the frame shook. Standing before me was Joe, his hands pressed into his pockets. It wasn't something he typically did which I studied intently. "What is it?"

     "Can I talk to you alone?" His voice was normal but I still didn't trust what he wanted to say. I faced Selena who'd already crawled off the bed. I suppose she chose for me. I watched as she stepped out, closing the door behind her just as Joe came to stand next to my bed.

     "What is it?" I had always found a way to eliminate training when it came to him.

     "You know if you leave," he pulled his empty hands from his pockets, pacing the room, "if you leave we'll never be in contact."

     "We could always ignore what the agency wants and..."

     "Demi, you forget that this is our life. Your life. They've given you enough passes for this foolishness." He waved his hands, stopping near the door. "What am I suppose to do without you?"

     "You could always leave with me."

     "And do what? Live where? Live on what?" Joe slowly made it over to the bed, sitting on the foot end as I gazed at him. He seemed troubled. I didn't say anything, I only watched him as he sighed. "You're going into dangerous territory if you really think they'll let you go."

     "They have no choice. I refuse to go on missions, or spy on anyone. I'm done."

     "You can keep telling yourself that." Joe finally faced me, his hands clasped together. "You can't survive out there alone. Not while that group is still out there. I had to carry you from that place."

      "Joe, you can't talk me out of this."

      "She has given you three years. But I've given you more. There was no one there for you besides me. When you needed me the most you knew where to find me. You can't find me out there. You have no access to me." Joe seemed out of it, or at least deep in thought. Although we had our ways of neutrally handling situations, he had somehow found a way to break through training.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Whatever it is that has you...I don't know, linked to that woman," he signaled towards the door. "Shouldn't cover up our bond."