The click of the metal door opening, catches both Ava's and Chris attention. They look to the door and see James entering the room a smile plastered on his face.

"Welcome home," He exaggerates spreading his arms. He drops them fixing his blue suit, which covers his petite frame. He stands tall at about Christopher's height  5'10, however is smaller comparing to Chris' frame, unlike the last time. His brown suede shoes enhances his suit, and gives him a bit of height. He stalks to the two prisoners.

"Do you know how much work both of you put me through? I even lost weight," he says stooping at Ava. He looks at her like she is abnormal. He holds her chin in his palm.

"You look much better than the last time I saw you sweet heart" He spins her face examining her properly.

"much better" Chris scrunches his face. He wants to say something he doesn't think he's qualified to say. He says it anyway.

"take your filthy hands off her" He looks on Ava who stares back at him. He looks down. She's upset isn't she? 

James huffs and stands "looks like someone has a big mouth. You changed," He looks down at Chris.

The door opens. A lady enters dressed in a black leather pants and a white top. Her red excessories: necklace and earrings, enhancing her outfit. Her red uppers connects with the floor. Click. Click. The door closes. She smiles and places a manicured hand on her hip.

"Hello my two favourite people," Cindy says. Her smile drops from her make-up face. Her broken nose isn't hidden.

Avagay licks her lips then scrunches her nose, traitor. Christopher looks at her in disgust.

"umm... errr  Are you Vanessia or Cindy," James questions. His soft features fixing into a puzzled one. Christopher shakes his head.

"Both," Cindy answers her polished red lips forming a smirk. Her index finger points to the guard, the black coloured nail in the pack shines. She signals to him with her thumb, painted in red, to free Chris. He does. Her nail pattern is studied by the Rogue agents.

Red. Black. White. Red. White.

As the guard helps Christopher stand Avagay looks at him. He stares too. He doesn't know what to do. He can't do anything.

"Agent Christopher come with me," Cindy says. She exits the door after Chris. She glances at Avagay before going.

"lucky thing I never said anything bad to or about her," James breaths out once the door is closed. He looks over at Ava raises an eyebrow, then exits the room. She was left again, alone, in a cell this time.

Elis on the other hand walks beside Cindy.  He chews on the inside of his cheek, a habit he had inherited from Avagay. She did it whenever she was invested in thought.  His mind racked with questions:

What's going to happen now? 

Are they going to kill me? 

Are they going to question Avagay?

Are they going to kill Avagay? 

With each passing second a voice in his head presents a new question. Anxiety reaches it's peak and Christopher makes an outburst.

"What do you want". He looks over at Cindy, who opens the door of the old building. The light blinds him as he steps outside. He looks back at it; it possess a new mark. He came here so many times last year, he new the place like himself. 

F@X  HQ  looks exactly how he left it. Except for the swimming pool, that is new. The gardens, statues, buildings. Just the same.

"I have a mission for you and Avagay," Cindy replies to Christopher after awhile. 

"What's it about?", He asks. He was almost sure he would be executed. Almost. He's a rouge agent, normally Rouge agents never come back into the system. What was so special about him and Ava? Are they going to kill them after?

"I'll send the papers up to your dorm"

"What about Ava"

"She'll stay in the cell till we're ready for her"

"no she will not.  She needs  rest," He speaks up for her. He stops looking at Cindy like she was a mad woman. After all, she must be out of her mind to say such thing. He scans the agent.

"Fine. I tell the orders around here not you, watch yourself. If you try anything stupid I will hunt you down," She replied then she was off, swinging her non existent ass.

Christopher looks at her as she goes, then head back to where Ava is kept. He enters the dark building, memories slapping him in his face.

Chris eyes closed at the car crash. He lost blood so much his head hurt. He could do nothing but succumb to the darkness.  He woke up in a day's time after his surgery. Chris laid uncomfortably in the hospital bed his hand broken and left foot sprained.

The doctors said it could have been worse if he wasn't wearing his seatbelt. Luckily, it was a habit for him to wear it, when he took his seat. He was given six months leave to heal.

Time went by, days turned into weeks and weeks turned  into a whole month.  Time rode with the wind and in no time Chris was healed.

Crystal came to pick him up from the hospital. She was like an older sister to him, sometimes a mother. She ensured he ate and cleaned him. She was even there for him when his father died. She was always there. She helped him to get rid of the negative thoughts, that didn't stop them from coming back, though.

He hated himself. Hated his selfishness. Hated his decisions. He hated his present.

Why did he have to be the one to hurt her? Why couldn't he build her up? Why? Why? Why? He drowned in the sea of why so many times.

The morning he got released from Headquarters hospital he was just at the brim of drowning again, when Crystal came in. She took his suitcase and helped him out the room. The CAST   was long removed and his foot healed. However, Avagay was in a comma. That should have been me, he thought. How can I ever live with this.

His mind went to Ava many times when he laid on the hospital bed.  Although, he never had the courage to visit her. He was afraid; the past haunted him. He would experience the crash everyday. The rolling, the flip, then the bang. Everyday. He hated it. He would see Johnny's blood filled body. He died, he couldn't attend the funeral. He killed him. He was so young, yet he ended his life early.

Could he really visit Ava after all he had done. Selfish. All he thought about was himself. What would Ava want. Would she want you to look for her? Or leave her to overcome it all by herself? Selfish brat. Tears came near; he couldn't shed them, he was a man.

Christopher looked at his caretaker, she looked at him her grey eyes tired. She waited on him to exit the room; he didn't.

"Lets me see Ava first," he finally asked. Crystal nodded her head and he finally went through the door. She closed the door behind her, with her cold hands. Her steps echoed down the hall, as she lead the way.

Every once in a while she would glance at Christopher: vulnerable. That's what she saw him as. Nothing else.

They entered the elevator, it took them to the third floor. When the elevator went 'ping' they passed three  doors then stopped at the fourth.

"She's behind those doors?", Christopher asked Crystal. Heart thumping hard against his chest.

"Yeah," she answered using her hand to usher him in. Her gloves covered her palm but her fingers were exposed, Chris could feel how cold they were. He held them in his, and entered.

There she laid on her back. Her head shaved to accommodate the large cut and stitch. Her once brown skin dull and pail. Her eyes closed as she received food from the tubes.

He walked out leaving Crystal behind. He couldn't stand to see her like that, especially when he caused it. He hated himself.

Crystal walks after him leaving some space between them both. She new he needed space, but he also needed someone to be there with him, for him. She rubs her tired eyes with her dirty hands. She had just came from an all night mission. She didn't have a shower or anything, she came straight to the hospital to get him. She continued to look after him.

Christopher needed therapy, he didn't want it. Crystal comforted him he felt uncomfortable. He was using her. Just like how he used Ava. He was destroying her. He watched her get skinny. He watched her eyes grow bags. She helped when Ava needed blood, in her surgery. If it wasn't for him neither of them would have lost blood. He doesn't deserve them.

All negativity came to his mind. He became like his old 16 year old self: vulnerable.

He Locked himself away. He wouldn't eat, sleep or wash up. The only thing that had him going was the news that Ava may awake from her comma. That was a fifty percent chance. It didn't do much for him, but it did something.

Day after day the past would mad him.  He would see the car crash over and over. He accepted help from no one. He stayed quiet. He couldn't bare to not see Ava anymore.  He visited her, and started visiting her daily after. She didn't look as dull as before.

It was 12:00pm, the hour that Chris stayed with Ava in her hospital room. He held her pale hand and gave her a heart breaking smile.

"They said you will be okay. You will wake up soon. It's been seven months Ava. If you were this tired you could have just taken a day off. Please wake up, don't sleep too much. Don't go away from me," Chris begged. He sniffed then kissed Ava's hand. He felt her warmth. He didn't cry. She would be okay.

"Can't you see she's not coming back, and even if she does she will most likely not remember you" James voice reached Christopher.

He turned and looked at him leaning on the door frame. His blond hair fell into his face covering his green eyes. His body wears a red suit as it laughs at Chris body size: so much smaller. Suit man, as his agents call him, received a death glare from Chris.

"she's not coming back to me because of you," he snarls. James stands properly holding the hem of his jacket.

"Me. The last time I checked you drove the car off a cliff and injured two of my agents which includes yourself and killed my other," James reminded him. Bring up the haunted.  Christopher stood and walked through the door. It was enough without someone bringing it up. He just had too. Damn him for being the boss around here. Stupid director.

He rushed out the hospital to the training building. He trained himself physical, but mentally he was left unprepared.

Unprepared of what to come.

When he left the training building it was night. His muscles ached and so did his head. He walked to his dorm in pain. When he entered the room it was dark and lonely. He hadn't seen Crystal all day, and he knew she wasn't on a mission. She would have called, though he didn't pick up his phone from morning. He checked it: nothing.

He placed the phone back on his bedside table. He took a seat at his throne: the seat at the window. He thought about everything. He felt bad. However, he remembered what Crystal said when he was 16.

"Not everything will go your way, everything happens for a reason. Why blame yourself for everything instead of trying to make it right."

She was right. He just wondered why he had to be the one to hurt Ava. What's fate's reason? He awaits the answer upon till today.

He opens the cell door, as his flashback comes to an end. His eyes cast themselves on Ava who sits back pressed to the wall,  head hung between her legs. She looks up as he closes the door. He sees a smile forming an her lips, the blood stain advertising itself. Blood, loves to be seen.

He beckons to the guard and he frees her. She approaches him, throwing her arms around his neck. He holds her waist, hugging her back. Only if he knew.

Ava thought he would betray her again. He would leave just like her father and never return. He didn't promise his return, but he promised to protect her. That meant from her fears too, he did. Finally. Her hug expresses her gratitude.

Christopher hugs her his heart trying to escaping his chest. Did this mean it's okay? He nearly killed her, he betrayed her, told her lies, made reckless decisions, messed up her life, however she forgives him. Is that what she means? He knew not. He was just happy in that moment. She wasn't leaving his side.