Secret Mission - An OhmFluke Short Story

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In my line of work, there is a number one rule that you must NEVER break:

Do not get too close with your partner. Sometimes, your partner might not live long enough to become close to so what was the use? It was the nature of the job.

And it was the one rule that I broke.

And it was the one rule that broke me.

I tried hard not to fall for Ohm, but in the end, it was inevitable.

We worked together like a dance. We had spent almost every moment together. We had saved each other's lives. When you go through the shit we've had to go through together in the past three years, you can't help but to develop a bond deeper than friendship.

And that's why his words hurt me so damn much.

"I think you should quit and find yourself a comfortable job. So you won't have to risk your life like this.

I froze in my tracks. "Why?" I asked, turning to him. "What did I do wrong? Am I not good enough? Let me train more then!"

"It's too dangerous. You've seen it; what we've had to go through! Or you think this is fun?"

I stared at him in shock. "No! I've never thought this is something fun! It's the opposite. But I've done everything to be here! This is my whole life!" I grasped at his hand, desperate for him to understand me. I searched for any sign, any emotion hidden in his dark eyes, but they just stared off blankly into the distance. "No matter what I have to face, I'm not scared! No matter how risky it is!"

Ohm whipped his head to face me, piercing me with his cold stare. He pried my hand away from his arm and forcefully pushed it back at me. "But I don't need you! Get out of my life, Fluke!"

It hurt worse than getting shot in the chest...and I actually know how that feels.

I fought back the tears that threatened to spill over my eyelids. I was a trained operative; I've killed people without batting an eye, but this man in front of me was making me lose all composure. He was asking me to give up and I felt my anger begin to rise.

"You don't need me? Or you think someone else is better than me? You never see me, never feel, no matter how hard I've tried! But the lost memories probably mean nothing for you to remember! Even a second!" I spit the words out before I could suck them back in.

If only he could remember everything we've been through. If only he could remember the moments we spent together. I yearned to hold him, to tell him how much I loved him, to make him remember every touch, every kiss, but they had taken that away from me. Those bastards who had hit us three months ago had made sure of it.

"We're so close to ending this, Fluke. I can feel it."

I smiled up at the man I loved as we walked back to our condo after our nightly stroll.

"Me, too. We've gotten so many new leads lately. It's only a matter of time before we uncover the truth. I believe that one day, you'll be able to handle them."

"That day would be the happiest day of my life," Ohm smiled back at me.

I stopped walking and turned to him, taking his hands in mine. "Promise me first that if that day comes, you won't leave me."

As operatives, as soon as we were finished with an assignment, we were given a new project and a new team. But as a senior agent, Ohm had the choice to stay with his current team; to stay with me.

Ohm smiled warmly at me as he ran his thumbs in circles over the backs of my hands and nodded in agreement. Then, the rev of an engine and bright headlights were the last thing I remembered before waking up lying in Ohm's embrace on the pavement and I watched in horror as a pool of blood started to form around his head.

Amnesia. Ohm had lost most of his memories after hitting his head. The only memories he had of us were work related. He didn't remember when I went from an agency accountant to a field agent and joined his team. The doctor said he might regain them eventually, but it was better not to force it, for fear of losing them permanently.

So I lay low. I played it cool.

For three months, I had kept my feelings to myself and focused on being there for him if he needed anything. I was sure it was strange for him; to be missing whole parts of his memory, but I stayed beside him, waiting every day for him to remember.

Until a week ago when I slipped up.

I struggled to drag Ohm through the door of our condo. He was barely conscious as he stumbled along; clearly he had to much to drink while we were out with our friends. Pulling him through the door of the guest bedroom, where he had been staying since the accident, I half-laid, half-tossed him on to the bed.

I looked over Ohm, noticing the sheen of sweat across his forehead and along his neck. It had been pretty muggy at the bar and I knew I couldn't leave him like that. After retrieving a bowl of water and a cloth, I returned to the guest room and gently sat down on the edge of the bed, placing the bowl on the nightstand. My fingers found their way automatically to the buttons on his shirt, an action I had done plenty of times before, which is why it didn't make any sense that my hands were shaking so bad as I slowly undid each button. I froze in my tracks as I reached for the cloth when a wave of Ohm's familiar cologne reached my nostrils and I had to fight back tears.

God, how I missed him. I missed his scent, his touch, his everything. I hadn't noticed I had moved so close until my face was inches from his and I could make out every feature of the man I had never thought I would fall in love with. I jumped in surprise when Ohm's eyes suddenly whipped open. Even drunk, Ohm's reflexes were fast as he flipped me over on to my back and hovered over me, our faces once again inches from each other. But this time, ever so slowly, Ohm closed the gap between us, pressing his lips against mine, taking me by surprise.

The kiss started off slow and tentative, as if he was unsure of it, but then it grew stronger, more desperate, as I melted into his arms and kissed him back. I had been longing for this for three months. I ran one hand along his exposed chest and the other through his hair, craving more. I could feel his hands run along my torso, sending shivers down my spine. Ohm turned his head, our lips only parting long enough to breathe...but it was long enough to bring me back to my senses.

Using both hands, I pushed Ohm off of me and sat up, both of us breathing heavily. Ohm looked at me intensely, his eyes clouded with hunger, and leaned back in toward me but I slid away from him, standing up at the end of the bed.

"Ohm...this...us...we can't. Not like this." I fought back the tears that threatened to escape from my eyes as I turned and marched from the room, not stopping until I had reached the safety of my own room; of our room. Closing the door, I leaned against it, sliding down to the floor and pulling my knees to my chest, finally able to release all my pent up emotions and I cried myself to sleep.

My neck was still sore from falling asleep on the floor.

But the pain was nothing like I felt when Ohm told me to get out of his life.

I had to leave before I said something more that I would regret later. I furiously tried to wipe the tears from my face as I turned and did exactly what Ohm asked.

I walked out of his life.

And right into a trap.