Project Shady

Be alright

''Stay your assistant.''

Marshall couldn't control what happened next all he knew was that it felt like the right thing to do because the moment the words left her lips, he grabbed the back of her neck and placed his own on hers. Clara was stiff, to begin with, but it didn't take her long to respond and soon their lips moved in sync and their hands roamed around each other. Both of them appear to have forgotten where or what was happening around them.

Their moment of bliss, however, was short-lived as just as Clara laid down and Marshall crawled above her, they were suddenly pulled back to reality. Clara's eyes had been closed so the sudden absence of Marshall's body heat caused her eyes to shoot back open.

''As much as I find this moment quite heartwarming, I must remind that there is a time and place Cici and this is neither the time nor the place, unfortunately,'' Jasper was the one to speak, but Clara's focus was on the two men who now held Marshall arm's length from her.

''What the hell Jasper you could've just knocked,'' she seethed, staring down the two men who held a struggling Marshall. She knew, however, as much as he tried, he wouldn't get free anytime soon.

''Well considering when I put you in here both your hands were tied, so I didn't think I needed to knock. It appears I was wrong,'' the smirk that rose across his features told her that he knew full well what he would be walking into and was enjoying every second.

''Well, whatever,'' Clara muttered, ''what are you doing here, we haven't landed yet?'' She was prompted to ask.

''You need to get changed, you can't exactly engage with a secret organisation wearing jeans and a t-shirt,'' Jasper pointed out, gesturing to the clothing she had on.

''I mean...'' Clara didn't finish her sentence as the look her brother gave her, caused her to slam her mouth shut.

''Just get dressed, we're landing soon,'' he threw a backpack at her, before walking out of the room.

Clara let out a small smile in the direction of Marshall as he was dragged out of the room. Then she was alone once again, wondering how she had allowed the situation to get to where it was. For the life of her, she had never thought Jasper would come to her rescue once again, although the only difference was that they were fighting together rather than him just saving her.

Sighing she unzipped the backpack she had been given and pulled out very familiar looking clothing, the reason they were familiar was that yet again Jasper had stolen them from right under her nose. How'd she hadn't noticed her clothes were going missing she would never know. Shrugging off the notion she pulled on the leggings and placed the small bulletproof vest that accompanied a plain black t-shirt, hoodie and combat boots, all items that were also inside the backpack.

''Hey I'm changed,'' she called out once she'd finished tieing up her boots. It was a matter of moments before a disgruntled Marshall was shoved back into the room, once one of Jaspers 'friends,' had checked that she really had gotten changed.

''I don't want to seem annoyed or anything, but I was having a pretty good game of poker out there you know,'' Marshall commented as he perched himself back down next to her on the bed. clara raised a questioning brow but decided against prying further into his statement.

''Whatever, look I you to know you shouldn't worry about me ok,'' Clara kept her voice a reassuring as she could, but she knew Hive and how ruthless they had been the last time she'd met them. In all honesty, she had basically just lied to Marshall about the fact she was most defiantly going to come back to him unhurt and not dead either.

''Oh, but I will Clara. You think nobody cares what happens to you, but I do and in a weird way I'm pretty sure your psycho of a brother does too,'' Marshall placed his hand over her's, which lay limply in her lap.