Worlds Apart (Sequel to Different Worlds)

Again

Mal's POV:

1-1.

Our game ended 1-1.

Christen for us.

Jenni for them.

I stood on the field and looked up. "Good game my friend." Jenni hugged me. "Where's Y/N?"

"Afganistan." I sighed.

"Again?"

"Again." I repeated.

"How long?"

"3 months. Already been a few days."

"Are you ok?"

"No. Not really. Thanks for asking."

"You're my friend." She smiled. One of her teammates ran over. 

She looked at me. "Mal." She said and turned to Jenni.

"Jersey swap." Jenni said.

"Yeah. Of course." I took my jersey off and handed it to her teammate. I looked at the jersey I held in my hand.

Leila

"Mal. Y/N will be ok. Just make sure you are too." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Worry about her but don't forget yourself."

I nodded. "Thanks, Jenni. Good luck at the Euros."

"Thank you. Good luck with everything else." She started to walk away then turned back to me. "Oh. Whenever you talk to her, let her know Mapi is still onboard for the wedding." Jenni smirked. "Leila too." She looked at the girl walking around with my jersey.

"I'm gonna uninvited all of you." 

"We'll crash. Christen will help."

"No." Christen walked over. "Keep me out of whatever plans you crazy people have." The two friends caught up. 

I laughed and walked to the locker room.

Your POV:

We walked with the kid through the city. He didn't talk much. 

"Danvers."

"L/N."

"We're gonna hold. Come join up with us."

"Why you see something?"

"No, but something feels off." 

"We're coming." 

The kid looked up at Smith. Smith talked to him and he just shook his head.

"What?" Smith stared at me. "What is it."

We looked out in the distance.

"Shit." Smith mumbled.

The kid took off running. 

"Fuck!" Sanchez took off after the kid. 

"Danvers! We need you NOW!"

"We're coming! Hang tight!"

"Not an option!" 

"What do we do Corporal?"

"Find cover. We find and wait for Danvers."

"The kid? Sanchez?"

"I never gave Sanchez an order to chase the kid. I'll deal with him after." 

If we make it out of whatever this is.

"Corporal." I turned to Smith. "I'm sorry." He whispered and fell to the ground.

"What the hell?"

There was a scream in the distance followed by a gunshot.

"Sanchez." I whispered. "Fuck. Danvers tell me you're close." There was static. "Danvers!" 

"You two. Get Smith. Let's head back!" There was an explosion behind us. "No no no no." I looked around. "Fuck."