Just a little something I wrote about a year and a half ago; enjoy!

Guardian Angel (On the Run)

The door burst open with superhuman strength. A man stalked furiously into the apartment, muttering foul curses under his breath, his dark eyes unseeing. He slammed the door behind him with just as much force, not even bothering to lock it. He immediately strode over to the closet and threw that door open too, grabbing a duffel bag off the shelf. He then bent down lower and effortlessly slid a large trunk out. It had to be at least a hundred pounds; nevertheless he lifted it easily onto the table, his fingers nimbly undoing all the locks. Once it was open, he wasted no time in pulling things out of the case, dumping them into the bag. He worked quickly and with determination.

"Lex!" The door burst open again, though with only a slight fraction of the force he had used. A young woman ran into the apartment, a look of desperation written all over her features.

"Alex!" She sighed in relief, running towards him.

He paused in his movements. "Elizabeth," he replied without looking over his shoulder. He noted that she had gone silent suddenly and when he turned towards her, he saw that she was looking at his near-packed bag. His practically empty case. With a sigh, he strode over to her in two large steps and grasped her by the shoulders.

"Liz…" he began.

"You're leaving aren't you?" Her tone wasn't accusatory, but fearful, a sentiment he saw reflected in her tear-filled eyes.

He shook his head, "I have to, Liz. I—"

She didn't give him a chance to finish. "For how long?"

"Liz…"

"For how long?" she demanded, voice strong underneath the teary façade.

He sighed, gazing gently at her. "I don't know. Years, decades…maybe even forever," he finished softly.

She stared, eyes filling with tears again, "Forever's a long time, Alexander," she told him through gritted teeth.

He gave a humorless laugh, "Yeah. Don't I know it."

"Take me with you." He looked at her startled.

"I can't. You know that. Besides you have a life here."

"So do you!"

He shook his head. "Not like you. Not anymore. I've been discovered."

She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. "Where will you go?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Somewhere far away. I have to start over again. It's okay," he added quickly upon seeing her face, "I've done it before. Many times in fact. Either because I was going to get caught or simply because it was time. That's life."

She managed a tiny smile at the irony of his words but still held on.

"Will I hear from you again?" she whispered.

"I can't. It's too dangerous. For both of us."

"I'll wait for you," she whispered fiercely.

"You shouldn't."

"I will. I'll wait for you Alex," she repeated with conviction.

"You can't Liz," he told her gently, "I'm not coming back here for a very long time. Maybe I'm never coming back. I'm starting over Liz. You have to too."

She broke down then, tightening her grip on his shirt as she attempted to shake him. "But you have a life here," she sobbed, "with me." But even as she said it, she knew and he knew she knew that his leaving was inevitable. It was bound to happen sooner or later. She just wished it was later.

"Hey," he said gently taking her by the shoulders. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes though her sobbing had subsided.

"Liz," he pleaded and she slowly raised her gaze to meet his. "I can't take you with me…"

"I know," she whispered softly. He was right, it was dangerous. For both of them. Especially for him. Not only that, but having her there would only slow him down. Plus she wasn't sure she was ready to fully see his other side yet. He brought her into a sudden hug.

"Hey," he whispered, "just know that no matter where I go, I'll always be somewhere on this earth. No matter how many times I move, I'll always be here. Watching over you, protecting you."

"Yeah," she replied softly, dreamily, holding him closer. He looked at the top of her head, gently stroking her hair, unable to stop the sorrowful thoughts from entering his mind.

No matter where I go, or how many times I start over, I'll be here somewhere, but sooner or later you won't be. You won't be here anymore and I'll never be able to reach you ever again.

This was actually inspired by one of my favorite shows, which was on air a few years ago; also wanted to try my hand at writing fantasy, though it's really subtle in this piece. As always, I would greatly appreciate reviews and feedback. Thanks and as always, thanks for reading!