Rebellious Connection (Ela x Reader)

Parted

Germany's weather, especially this early in June, was a complete opposite of what it was in Baghdad. Cold, wet, gloomy. You preferred this over the demonic heat that swamped the entire region you were last at however.

You were working closely beside Elżbieta in Iraq the remainder of your stay, which was supposed to be an unwinding process, but you were instead met with more work and tedious tasks of sneaking around and getting shot at. It was a lot more stressful than your basic guard duty stuff beforehand.

It had been a two years since you had last seen Elżbieta. You have loose communication with her still, but sometimes she takes quiet spells without saying anything for months at a time. Most of her work, much like yours, were never big enough to reach major news outlets. Neither one of your work loads were supposed to be covered by the media anyway. Your brief adventure with Elżbieta was probably better kept from the media anyway; that shit felt pretty legitimate. Even the first time you were actually shot, no one - besides those involved knew it happened. Who knows many died or who were injured?! You didn't really spend much time lingering on that night, especially when you were on the line.

Translating German in Germany...it was more paperwork and suits than jacketed bullets and vests. You missed some of the contract work, but you enjoyed the relaxing western lifestyle. Plus, you still saw some cool things, you were a security guard at an arms manufacturer, and you still had the luxury of packing heat.

Your job was mostly conservative. You didn't have to patrol or walk around much, just keep visitors company during visits and offer services such as translating and a guide of some kind. Some days were better than others, but you certainly weren't going to complain about it.

Even the company there was easy going, just like some of those worked with.You met a very intelligent woman, Monika Weiss, who was working on an electronics detector, for finding IEDs for Coalition Forces and police outfits all over the world. She was actually apart of the German Special forces. She was kind most of the time, but sometimes when talking to her you could see her firmness bleed through mid conversation.

Then there was a man. His name was Marius Streicher, you weren't too familiar with him, despite spending the most amount of time with him. He was working on some kind of fantasy defensive gadget, you humored mostly when he talked about it, but didn't actually believe it'd actually ever come to anything practical... He was also a pilot, so that kinda made him automatically cool.

There were some others too that you liked, but none of them made an impact such as Elżbieta. Every time you got home you'd look forward to the possibility of replying to an email, but usually you are met with disappointment. She rarely contacted you, and the blips about Iraq weren't commonly good. No matter the circumstances, there was no use in spending your days worrying over her. She was as hard as nails, and was as clever as fox - wherever she was and whatever she was doing currently, she's more than likely in charge of the situation. The last you heard from her she was working on something important with a team of "American operators". The location and task disclosed of course, even on a secured server, her emails never indulged you with much information. Definitely smart, even if it made you feel left out...

...A few weeks of silence later, you enter work...nothing was going on, nothing out of the ordinary at least. You decided to retire the range with a box of ammo to brush up on your marksmanship. You aren't alone though when you enter the range area.

"Es wird klappen." <<It will Work>> a male voice says firmly. "Schau mir zu." <<Watch me>>

"Mhm~ Ja, ja." A female voice responds. "Ich werde meinen Atem nicht anhalten." <<I will not hold my breath.>>

"Was hast du gesagt?" <<What did you say?>> the male voice says, which prompts the female to giggle.

"Nichts! Nichts!!" <<Nothing! Nothing!!>>

They are about to continue, but as you come into view, both Monika and Marius pause. They see you at the same time and greet you. You exchange greetings as you start to grab your firearms. Both of your German colleagues have P12's, or more commonly known as USP's. They're 45 caliber pistols with 12 rounds of ammunition in each magazine. You have the same gun, courtesy of the work force you are employed by. Ah, Germans...

"Aiming for the best today?" Monika asks with a wink.

"Ich verstehe Deutsch." <<I understand German>> you reply, digging out your hearing protection.

Monika rolls her eyes. "Ich auch." <<Me too>>
"I'm trying to make it easier."

You realize she's trying to make you feel more...comfortable. Her accent isn't terrible. In fact you find it kind of enchanting listening to her speak English. "You're too kind."

She smiles, but Marius racks his slide, interrupting the moment "Es macht mir nichts aus." <<It doesn't bother me>>

"English, Marius!" She snaps, which prompts him to chuckle.

"Ah, of course of course! My apologies." He looks at you and smiles. "[Y/N], why don't you take the first shots? Set the standard for all of us here today."

"You know I'm not the best."

"Nonsense, my friend! Practice makes perfect!" He chimes, handing you one of his own magazines.

The three of you practice for a few hours, making short work of the paper targets you were shooting at. Your aiming has improved drastically since when you were in Iraq - you might even impress Elżbieta if you are given a chance to. When you are packing your gear, Marius's phone starts to vibrate. He looks down and sighs. He zips his bag and looks at Monika.

"Bird's gonna fly. I'll catch up with you later?"

Somewhat disappointed, she shrugs. "Yeah. Stay safe, Streicher."

Marius takes off from the range, which leaves you two alone. She blinks a few times as if adjusting something mentally. She shakes her head and reassumes packing her equipment. An awkward silence builds until you feel kinda like you're swimming every time you move your arms. You talked to Monika for a bit before parting ways. Something was definitely on her mind, but you didn't know her well enough to dig for what she wasn't telling you. When you turned in the day, you felt distracted - this feeling narrowed down though when you noticed you received an email from an unknown/hidden sender.

The sender, was no doubt Elżbieta, you eagerly opened the email and dove straight into the contents of the letter. It was longer than the others. It seems she's taken a bit of a beating in the Middle East. Not life threatening to her personally, but she managed to get a few unfortunate others killed in the process of stomping out a terrorist cell. She sounds griefed in her message, and admits that she is - there's more bothering her too, but keeping to her usual theme, she doesn't go into a huge amount of detail. Not to mention, it was starting to feel much more intimate the further the message got. For the first time since you've known her, she mentioned her family, but that's where she stopped.

In short: It seems she's going to be returning to Berlin for a short period and wants to catch up with you before settling in Poland for some family matters. She's serious about this too. She's even terminated her contract.

Your response is carefully put together. The situation is more fragile than the others. Before was small and work talk - this time it's about the individuals behind the screen. You have to make sure what you are saying is meant for her to witness...

...after about 30 minutes of typing and figuring out what to say, you send a response. To your amazement, before you go to bed, she's already replied. Elżbieta is seeking some kind of distraction for about a week before departing for Poland.

It drags on for a bit, more jumping around and secretive messages. However, as it winds down, she acts differently and says something you didn't quite expect...

"I need some kind of happiness right now.... I could use a friend, [Y/N]. You're the only person I know that can offer a short term escape. You're in Berlin, aren't you? I don't want to pry or invade your schedule here, but would you please consider keeping me company for a few days?"

This time, your message doesn't take long to type. "There's no need to worry about my schedule. I'll be glad to help you!! (:"

NOTE:
For any of the fire arms mentioned during this fan-fiction, I'll be using what is preferred in real life, as well as actual statistics. Just a fair thing to mention!