Reunite

Prologue

The clock ticked by, every second seeming to last a whole minute. I rubbed my hands together as I bit my lip. "I promise you this ... I was more shocked by the fact Jasper was there than anything else." I say, looking up towards the person behind the desk.

"So you aren't even ... remotely ... traumatized by the fact your best friend-"

"Ex-best friend." I corrected, interrupting her.

She nodded, "Apologies, ex-best friend, kidnapped and harmed you?" She questioned, folding her hands over her lap.

"I think the correct term is you're looking for is torturing and trying to kill me." I say, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms. She let out a sigh, her shoulders slacking slightly. "Glad we had this talk, can I leave now?" I question, gesturing to the door.

"You're trying to avoid it." She spoke calmly, while I rolled my eyes, biting my lip some more. She then begins to flip through pieces of paper on a clipboard in her hands before asking, "A similar incident happened during your senior year in high school correct?"

I sigh, slouching in my chair "Yes."

"It also says here that after the incidents you begin having severe panic attacks and refuse to leave your house, is that true?" She questioned further, causing me to look down towards the ground.

"It is." I say, before adding, "But I got passed that with time, I just ..." I shrugged, "Grew out of it."

"Yes, that is true. But you had a little help if I'm correct?" I nod in reply, refusing to look in her eyes. "By the same person who saved your life during that incident?" She questioned further.

I relaxed slightly, placing my elbows on the arms of my chair, "Yes, he and my sister both helped." After a few moments of silence I added, "But he did most of the work."

The therapist nodded, writing a few things down on the clipboard, before asking, "Is there any way to get in contact with him?"

I shrug, "After I came back from the army I ... I haven't heard from him since. Besides ... I moved far away from the area." I say with slight hesitation, not really knowing why or how we lost contact. He just ... disappeared, like as if he never existed.

She nodded, "Now about the people that rescued you, do you know them?"

I nodded, "Yes they live with me. What do they have to do about this?" I questioned, giving her a suspicious glare.

"I was wondering if they could help you if needed."

I roll my eyes, "Look, can we be done with this. All I want to do is go home and relax. I've had a pretty long day if you haven't noticed. This isn't my first rodeo with this sort of thing, I know how to handle it. Years of experience taught me that." I then crossed my arms once more as I stood up. "Can I leave now?"

The therapist let out a sigh, before saying, "I will tell them to give you a month to heal. But you have to visit me once that month is over, just to make sure."

I nod, "Thanks doc." I grab my clutches from beside the chair, before making my way across the room. The therapist stood up, walking over towards me before handing me a slip, "If panic attacks start becoming an issue I want you to give this to a local pharmacy, they'll give you something to help."

I nod, taking the slip of paper, before slipping it in my back pocket, the therapist opening the door allowing me to limp out. Jacob stood up from his seat, smiling at me as I limped up to him, "Ready to go love?"

I nod, "I'm ready to get some decent sleep for once." I say as I begin to make my way towards the exit of the building. Unaware that the therapist held him back for a moment, "Keep an eye on her, I believe she is still in shock from the trauma she experienced, she was very closed off towards me. I honestly don't know how much that really affected her."

Jacob nodded, "Oh don't worry we will, thanks doc."

"Jacob! Are you coming!?" I called out once I realized he wasn't following behind me.

Jacob nodded to the therapist before walking over to me with a small smile on his face. "Impatient much?" Jacob questioned.

"I'm tired, can you blame me?" I retorted, Jacob letting out a small chuckle.

"No I can't." He spoke with a small smile, however, a spark of worry flashed across his face, the therapist's words ringing in his mind.

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"Desmond, you need to rest!" Rebecca shouted, following the modern day assassin as he walked around his room, shoving things into a backpack.

"I've rested for what ... eight years!? I think I've had enough rest." Desmond replied, continuing on packing his things.

"He has a point there." A british accented voice spoke behind the black hair girl.

"Shaun!" Rebecca turned to look at the brunette with a stern look.

"What? It's the truth, they say death is like sleep." Shaun spoke with a small shrug.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, "Then where are you going?"

"To Washington." Desmond answered, zipping up his backpack. "I have a friend I need to visit before I do anything, or try to figure out why I'm alive." He says, slipping his backpack over his shoulders.

Rebecca let out a sigh before saying, "Then I guess we can come with you."

"We? I'm sorry but I didn't agree to this." Shaun spoke, while Rebecca and Desmond both looked at him, Rebecca crossing her arms. "Alright fine I'm coming."