I woke up in the morning with a deep sense of foreboding, no doubt a result of my countless rash actions in the past couple days. I was not the kind of person know for an overactive imagination, but I may as well be, for all the things my imagination was conjuring up now. The things I was dreaming up ranged from Harris not covering up the passages, to DNAlpha being raided, to me being captured tonight when I go to confront Rogers.
I pushed those awful thoughts away, hoping to never think them again, and reached on my nightstand for my sunglasses. After pulling on some clothes and re-making my bed, I walked out into the kitchen/living room area to find Alex sitting on the couch, eating cereal and watching the news. I grabbed a bowl of cereal as well and sat down next to him on the couch.
"In other news," The newscaster said as I crunched my cereal, "An escaped subject of the National Laboratory of America, has resurfaced after nearly a year of disappearance."
I nearly choked on my cereal.
A picture of my face flashed up on the screen, "He is considered armed and dangerous, if you see this man, please contact the police. Do not, I repeat, do not, confront him."
Alex turned the television off and slowly turned his head to me, he looked afraid for a moment, then smiled widely, "You'd better start growing a beard!"
Walking to 'work' was weird to say the least, I saw my face everywhere. Everywhere I looked, that picture was plastered on a billboard, nailed to a telephone pole, even televisions in stores were playing that news broadcast over and over again.
I got back to my apartment that night, greeted by a pleasant surprise.
Walking right into the apartment, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Alex was already back, his shift ends at nine while mine ends at ten, watching T.V as always. I shed my sweatshirt, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and walked in my room.
Pushing my door open, I heard someone quietly murmur, "Ouch," from behind the door. I raised one eyebrow, pulling the door back and sticking my head in the space between the door and the wall. Oddly enough, I saw Marissa back there, scrunched up behind the door, smiling tentatively when she noticed me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, stepping into the room fully and pushing the door closed.
"Well, first of all, Greg ordered me here, he saw you on the national news. He wanted me to find out why you were on the news, and he also wants me to give you something for him." She explained, I watched as she pretended to search around in her coat pocket, then pulled out her hand, and, fast as lightning, smacked the side of my face.
I yelped in pain, "Ouch! Why did you do that?"
Marissa shrugged, "Orders," she said simply. I poked the side of my face where she hit me, it still stung slightly and I was sure there was going to be a big mark that would match Marissa's hair in color, "Ok, now explain to me why exactly you're on the news?"
I looked at her for a moment, then sighed, I shouldn't keep secrets, especially when they were already partially out.
"A group of army men came in to inspect the facility, and I overheard one of them say they knew me. I know it was stupid, but I waited until I could get him alone, then revealed myself to him so he would tell me my past."
Marissa raised her eyebrows, "Well, you just broke rule number one… Did you at least find out your past?"
"Yeah. I did. But the man decided that it would be best to tell Krane I was still around, and now they're searching the facility with renewed vigor. Luckily, Krane made a mistake and put one of us in charge of the search, and he made sure to close all the exits."
"Did you make sure they were all closed?"
"Yes, I checked them today, all blocked." Marissa closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing a bit.
"That's not all though, is it?"
I tensed up slightly, hesitating before answering, "Why do you figure that?"
Marissa breathed out heavily, "I know you better than anyone does. If I didn't, I'd be ashamed to call myself the girlfriend of such a secretive guy." She said walking towards me, placing her hand on my cheek were she struck me, pulling me to a hug, "You know you can tell me anything," She said sadly.
I pulled back, looking into her eyes and said, "The army man, Mason Rogers, he was my best friend back before I lost my memories. I'm torn up that, even though I don't remember him, he still does, and he can find it in him to turn in his life-long friend. It hurts me more than your slaps do."
Marissa's eyes saddened, and she pulled me in for a love-filled kiss that seemed to say, "You can always trust me Richard, I'm here for you no matter what."
When she pulled away, and eventually, we stopped hugging and, suddenly, it was 11:30 at night. We slipped under the covers and I lay there for a while, one arm draped over her shoulders with her head nuzzling my chest, waiting for her to fall asleep.
Before Marissa fell asleep, I heard her whisper, "I love you."
I chuckled quietly, "I love you too." I kissed her forehead, massaging her shoulders, coaxing her to sleep. When I felt her breathing even out, I, regrettably, untangled myself from her. I pulled my glasses on, got dressed, and slipped out the door of my room.
Before I got out of the door of the apartment, I heard Alex coming out of his room, "Where do you think you're going this late?"
I tensed slightly, "What's it matter to you? It's none of your business anyways." I turned around slowly.
Alex tilted his head up, putting his hand on his chin, "Hm, well, your girlfriends in your room waiting on you, your walking out quietly, your tense… Oh! I think I know what's going on here… I suppose your right, it's none of my business." He said, winking at me and turning around to walk back to his room.
I felt my cheeks redden, and even though I was thoroughly embarrassed, I was relieved I wouldn't have to explain to Alex what it was I was actually going to do.
A/N: Fluffy, fluffy, fluff fluff. This chapter was just full of it. Looks like I went back on my word, romance became a semi big part of the story.
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