Eyes Open

ten.

"How's your dad doing?"

"Oh, you know," Sasha shrugged her shoulders weakly and glanced up at Mike. "Giving Debra hell, blaming everyone for Jacob and Paul getting away when honestly we had no idea just what these people are capable of. He thinks he's failed. He thinks I failed."

"He said that?" Mike asked in surprise.

"He doesn't need to," Sasha shivered, rubbing her arms and sighing. Mike paused and slipped his jacket off, draping it over her shoulders. She looked up at him in shock and he blushed slightly, giving her a half smile and rubbing the back of his neck.

"You looked cold," he mumbled. "The uhm… Ryan pretty much ruined the zip so you can't do it up, but at least it's something?"

"Thank you," she whispered, slipping her arms into the sleeves and pulling it around her. "It's a little big," she giggled softly, holding her arms out and letting the sleeves fall past her hands.

"Mhmm," he hummed, nodding slowly. "…You kissed me."

"Mike," she sighed heavily.

"You did."

"Are we really going to do this here? Now?" she asked incredulously. "Because I- I don't have the-"

"You don't have the what?" Mike frowned. "You don't have the time? We've got nothing but time, Sasha. We have to get back to Virginia and-"

"Forgive me for not wanting to go into this right now," she interrupted, holding a hand up to him. "But less than an hour ago I had some guys hands wrapped around my throat. I had a gun pointed at my head, I saw my dad with a gun pointed to him. Joey was right there, I had him, I was with him… And he's gone. We let him go, and now I have to go back and face Claire and tell her I didn't get her son out of there so no, I don't really have time to be worrying about little things like what happened between us."

"I'm-" Mike laughed coldly, running a hand through his hair. "You're brushing me off again. Wow."

"I'm not brushing you off-" she reached a hand out to him but he pushed past her, glancing back at her over his shoulder as he made his way towards the front of the house. "Mike-"

"Oh, yeah? Then what would you call it?" he asked.

"I just think that right now isn't the best time for us to-"

"Save it," he shook his head.

"Mike, please-"

"You know," he whirled around to face her. "You talk about your dad pushing people away, you say he never lets anyone in and he won't let anyone get close, and you hate him for it… But you're exactly the same as he is."

"I'm nothing like Ryan," she scowled.

"Yeah?" he raised his eyebrows. "Could have fooled me," he mumbled, shaking his head and walking over towards Debra and Ryan. Sasha followed quickly behind him, trying to catch up and explain, but he'd already reached the others. "We blocked off every road in a ten mile radius. Nobody's seen them yet."

"How the hell did they get out of here?" Ryan asked, turning to Debra. "I thought you had this place on lockdown!"

"Well, she got in," Mike gestured towards Sasha. She frowned at him, crossing her arms over her chest and opening her mouth to reply when Ryan cut her off.

"Sasha is the only one who was of any use at all!" he snapped. "She went into that house and she held her own with no training in this kind of situation, she got Megan out of there and she went after Emma."