Agents of W.O.L.F.

The Final Battle

Alex

Jem and I walked out of Rob's room, reluctantly at that. I checked my watch, seeing that it was about eight. I wanted dinner.

As if on cue, Jem grabbed my hand, leading me into the kitchen. "Hungry?" I guessed, as she took out ingredients.

"Yes, very. You?" She responded. At my nod, she continued. "You in the mood for some noodles? I could also make grilled cheese," she suggested.

"Grilled cheese sound good," I told her, hopping on the counter. "Should I get Mags and Carter?" I asked remembering the boys.

"Nah," she declined. "Let's have some Jalex time." Jalex was what Jem called our private time together, instead of 'girl time,' which she felt was inappropriate due to our lack of feminine personalities

"Sure," I agreed. "Need any help?"

Jem repeated herself, declining my offer with a, "Nah. Besides, you usually screw up my absolutely divine cooking," adding just a dash of sarcasm.

"Fine," I sighed. "Is there anything I can do?" I knew I sounded like a three-year-old, but I didn't care at this point. Jem shook her head "no," again. "Then what should I do?" I whined.

"Just sit there like a good little girl," Jem told me. I let out a huff of exasperation, before jumping down off the counter. "What do you think you're doing?" Jem asked, her tone accusing.

"I was going to put on some music," I said innocently.

"Okay," she responded skeptically. "You have three minutes. I'm counting."

I ran off, trying to find my speaker and phone in the short span of three minutes. I ran past the living room, where Carter and Magnus were playing video games. I exploded into my room, grabbing my speaker, phone, and hoodie, seeing as I was cold. I dashed back into the kitchen, where Jem had just said;

"One minute."

"Got it!" I exclaimed proudly.

"Might want to put the music on," she deadpanned.

I flushed red. "Hehehe, yeah," I put on my favorite playlist, which included Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots, and other various artists. This is Gospel came on, and Jem hummed along as she finished up my grilled cheese.

Sliding it onto a plate, Jem handed me my food, and walked over to the island, sitting herself on a stool. "Boys are so weird," she sighed.

"I know, right?" I agreed. "Girls are much better. Especially when their names are Jemma."

"Don't think so mate," she responded. "The Alexes out there are pretty cool as well..."

"Aww, you're so nice. However-" Jem cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"We are not about to have one of those couple-y battles where we keep telling each other the other one is better," she interject.

I gave an exasperated sigh, but stopped talking. I finished up my grilled cheese, tossing the crusts in the garbage. "Hey," Jem complained, "I would've eaten those..."

"Too late!" I exclaimed. "I'm going to sleep now, love you, night."

"Love you too, sleep well," Jem called after me.

I padded into my room, changing into my pyjamas. After climbing into bed, I scrolled through my Instagram feed, finally telling myself to put my phone down. I laid in bed for probably about an hour before finally falling asleep.

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Carter

In the last day we had hung out, just training and eating and watching T.V.. Rob had recovered, and was now walking around, though he was still slightly wobbly. Now, however, Rob was landing the ship, as we had finally reached Greece. Steven's coordinates were 37.960528 N, 23.788306 E, somewhere in the mountains. I felt a gentle thump, as the ship landed. I jogged into the control room, where everyone was gathered.