Here Now

Here Now


Dr. Holiday dashed away from the warehouse and skidded to a stop when a flung katana landed at her feet. Six had told her to run but she couldn't, wouldn't, leave him. Her breath hitched at the sight of his sword. It takes allot for him to lose his grip on one of his precious weapons. She spun around, a renewed determination washing over her, just as all the sounds of fighting suddenly stopped.

There was a brief second where she feared the worst, but then she saw his calm visage walk out of the large building alone. She let out the breath she'd been holding. He looked unharmed, of which she was deeply thankful. She didn't know if she could continue to let him intercede for her in situations that risked his life. Her heart may not be able to take it.

She watched him walk towards her and the enormity of the last twenty-four hours hit her full-force. She started shaking uncontrollably.

It had all started when she'd been taken captive by a group of radicals who were in disagreement against Providence. They had targeted her, and for her release they had demanded some inane something. She didn't care what it was, nor did it matter. All she knew was that Providence did not bargain with terrorists, no matter how important she may be to them. She also knew that even under strict orders to the contrary Rex would want to save her. Furthermore, she knew Agent Six wouldn't let the teen go, he would do it himself.

The man in question stopped in front of her, not even bothering to pick up his fallen sword which was imbedded in the ground. He slipped off his signature green jacket and put it around her trembling frame.

When had it started raining? The cold seemed to be seeping into her bones. "Six." Her quivering voice betrayed her attempt at his patent stoicism.

"Are you injured?" Always straight to the point.

She wondered if he really wanted to ask if they'd hurt her, and that somehow warmed her more than his coat. "I'm fine," she lied. She was far from fine, between the fear she'd been burying all day, to watching his harrowing fight, she was a wreck.

"We came too close this time." His voice was tight and she tried not to read a double meaning into his words.

It had been close. It's amazing the lengths humans will go to prove a point. In the case of these men she had been bound and held at knife-point when Agent Six had found their leader. The small slice on her collarbone was evidence of just how close she'd come to death this night.

She nodded, the sudden lump in her throat too weighty to navigate words around. She wished this was one of those times she could remove his glasses, she wanted to know what he was thinking. The silence grew between them and she felt that familiar ache in her chest. She wanted him to do... something, anything to show he cared for her as more than just a college.

With her eyes she traced the path of a raindrop from his forehead down to his throat and watched as it was shaken away when he swallowed. She didn't want to be jealous of the freedom that drop had to caress his skin, but she was.

Her eyes were distracted when they caught a gleam off his fallen katana blade. She vaguely wondered why he hadn't picked it up, he was always so careful with his weaponry. Seeing as he'd stopped moving altogether she reached her hand past him, intent on retrieving it.

"Rebecca."

She was the frozen one now, there was something in his voice she'd only heard a scant few times. She tried to uncover whatever it was by staring at his face but was again blocked by those accursed shades.

His hand came up to brush across the delicate skin of her cheek, causing her to suck in a breath. He leaned down and she thought hear heart might come right out of its place in her chest. She could feel his breath on her lips, instinctively she let her jaw go slack.

He paused again and finally his words reached her foggy mind. "I can't lose you. Don't let me lose you." There was that tone from him again, if she didn't know better it sounded like desperation.

What could she say? What were the words he was waiting for? Whatever they were she wanted to give them to him. With all her heart. "I'm here now and I don't plan on leaving you. Ever."

A small dip of his head and his mouth was on hers. His kiss was needy and raw. Her hand, that had previously been reaching for his sword, fisted in his soaked shirt. She trembled and this time it had nothing to do with the chilled night air.

His left arm looped around her, his hand splaying along her spine and drawing her against him. She let a small sigh escape when he repositioned, deepening the kiss.

She could taste the rain on his skin, feel it beat against both of them, not that that mattered. This was heaven. She must have died tonight and this was her reward. He was everything she had dreamed he would be and more.

When he pulled back she had to blink to come to terms with this being reality. "Six," she murmured. She watched him watching her, content in being there with him, despite the weather. He brushed a part of her bangs away from her face catching her up again into reality. "We should go," her logical side broke through.

He nodded and swept up his katana, sliding it effortlessly back up his sleeve. She looked at him as they walked, his arm firmly around her shoulders. He was her security, her strength. Without him in her heart and mind she wouldn't have gotten through the last twenty-four hours. And then he'd come and saved her.

She found it warming to discover he had needed her to be alright as much as she had. She wasn't doing anywhere, but if he ever left she would go with him. It didn't matter what Providence thought or how "politically incorrect" it may be, she belonged to Agent Six.