Your P.O.V.

Today was the day we could go into town for things other than food and drink. For most of the team, this meant going to the strip club and participating in more illegal activities.

For me, it meant going to a bar, since there are no male prostitutes in town. I strolled into the seedy bar, signalling to the barkeep.

"Hey, (Y/N). The usual?" I nod. He slides me a bottle of Blu Streak and I chug it. The door swings open again, and somebody sits down next to me.

"I did not expect to find you here, ange doux." I turn to look at the offender. It's Spy.

"Didn't expect to find you here either, Spy." Spy signals to the barkeep and he gets a mug of beer with a shot.

"Woah, you drink beer?" He shrugs.

"It's good when 'ou want to get drunk quick. 'Ou are probably wondering why I am here, correct?" I nod. He pours the shot into the beer and starts chugging it. He slams it down once he's done, and sighs deeply.

"Ma petite chou-fleur...She left me." I gasp quietly.

"But she was completely enamoured by you. Why did she leave?" He shrugs.

"I guess she didn't like the fact that I kept killing our son." He cringes immediately. I pat his shoulder.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry. Who is it?" He groans.

"Ze Scout on ze ozer team. I had stopped once I found out who he was, but she still left me. I even left health and ammo packs for him when we both needed zem." I sigh.

"Women will be women." He nods and signals to the barkeep again, who refills his mug.

"Hey there, gorgeous. You come here often?" I turn to look at the drunkard who initiated contact with me.

"Once every two months. It's what my job allows." He chuckles.

"So I can see you around more often?" He puts a hand on my knee. I smile.

"Well depending on how you play this, you may just see more of me than you are now." He chuckles.

"What're you drinking?"

"Blu Streak." He signals to the barkeep.

"Two bottles of Blu Streak." Barkeep slides them over, and the drunk hands one to me.

"Thanks." He nods and takes a sip of his own.

"So how many Blu Streaks is it gonna take to get you to my house, sweet cheeks?" A hand is placed on my shoulder.

"'Our money is wasted on her. Go flirt with some other girl, 'ou fifty-year-old man." The drunk laughs.

"What, you her boyfriend or something, frog?" Spy's grip on my shoulder tightens.

"Oui, and 'ou would be better off leaving her alone. I am a dangerous man." The guy balls his hands into fists. I look away and blush.

"Oh, you are, are you? Put up your dukes, then! Let's see how dangerous you really are!" I hear Spy pull his balisong out.

"Fine. Let's settle this like gentlemen." He takes his hand off me and stands in front of the offending drunk. I put my hand out and grab Spy's.

"You don't have to do this." He sent a soft glare my way.

"Yes, I do." I let go of him. The drunk chugs his beer, then stands up.

"So the frog feels like hopping! Go ahead, take your best shot at me." Spy shook his head.

"I'd prefer if 'ou took 'our shot first. It might give 'ou a fighting chance." Drunk guy laughed. A crowd started to gather.

"A fighting chance, eh? Well, if you insist..." Drunk guy took a swing at Spy. He missed completely, of course. Spy sidestepped, and while the drunk was stumbling forward and trying to catch himself, he stabbed him in the back. Drunk guy fell to the floor, dead. Everybody looked at Spy in shock.

"It does not count as murder. It was in self-defence. Plus, there is nobody here who can prove otherwise." He glared at the crowd, which all returned to their respective seats, muttering about not seeing anything. Spy sits back down and signals to the barkeep.

Once he gets his drink, I cuff him over the head. He rubs where I hit him and grumbles.

"あなたはばかな馬鹿! There'll be police crawling all over this place in the next few minutes now!" (pronounced 'anata wa bakana baka', meaning 'you fucking idiot'.) He chugs his drink again, then stands up and straightens his tie.

"Zen 'ou better finish quickly. We'll have to leave." He exits the building. I chug my beer and race after him. When I get outside, he's already gone. I sigh and head to Engie's truck. What possessed him to defend me from that guy?

*later*

I was wandering around the base, not particularly paying attention to anything, when I bumped into Demo.

"Oh! Hey, lass! How are ye?" I smile.

"I'm doing well, how are you?" We talked for a bit, up until Spy came up to us.

"What are 'ou doing, talking to her?" Demo rolled his eye. (THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!...eye...)

"I can talk to who I want to, can't I?" Spy glared at Demo.

"No. Get away from her." Demo chuckles.

"Oh, and what are ye gonna do if I don't? Run away like the wee frog ye are?" Spy growls.

"The only reason 'ou are so deadly is because 'ou are drunk. If 'ou were sober, 'ou would actually be supporting 'our mother instead of running away." Demo growls back.

"Ye'll want ta choose yer next words wisely, boyo..." Demo puts a hand on Eyelander, the sword he always has with him. Spy pulls out his balisong. I cross my arms.

"SPY." He looks at me.

"Oui?"

"He can talk to whoever he wants to, and I can talk to whoever I want to. Why don't you want people to talk to me?" He growls and turns around, stalking away.

"He's tried ta get people away from ye before?" I nod.

"During the furlough, I went to a bar to get my piece. Spy came with for some reason. Then he killed a guy for flirting with me." Demo's jaw dropped slightly.

"I wonder why..." I shrugged at his question. He shrugged too and we went back to talking about what we were talking about earlier.

These types of episodes went on for several weeks. I would talk to somebody and Spy would loom like a dark cloud over the conversation, making everybody uncomfortable. But he would never talk to me himself.

One day, I decided I've had enough. I talked to his least favourite person; the Scout.

"Hey, Scout. What's up?" He smirks.

"Not much, how about you?" I shrug.

"Same here." He nods.

"Hey, you know what's going on with Spy? I barely saw him around in battles in the first place, but I don't see him at all now!" I shrug.

"I was gonna ask if you knew if anything was going on with Sniper. People always seem to die before they reach me..." Scout shrugged.

"You seen a (team colour) dot around when they died?" I shake my head.

"This is really weird..." Scout shrugs.

"But in the meanwhile...I got a bucket of chi-" Scout's hit in the head with something.

"Shut up, baise d'âne pubescent." Scout turns around, clutching his head where he was hit.

"You shut up, you French fag!" I cuff Scout. Hard.

"What the hell?!"

"That word will not be tolerated in my presence, contributor to the Crit-A-Cancer." Scout rolls his eyes and leaves. Spy starts to leave too, but I speed up to him and grab his arm.

"Spy, what's going on with you?" He tries to get out of my grip, but I'm considerably stronger than him. He groans.

"Let go of me, and I'll tell you." I let go of him, knowing he'll tell me and run.

"Je t'aime, et je ne veux pas que quelqu'un d'autre t'ait." Then he runs away. I sigh and go to find Medic. I can't understand French, but Medic and Spy talk a lot, so maybe he knows what Spy said.

*later*

"Okay, what did jou say he said again?" I roll my eyes.

"I've told you three times, Doc. Je t'aime et je ne veux pas que quelqu'un d'autre t'ait. Now, what does it mean?" Medic sighs.

"Well, I know zhat je t'aime means I love you, but I do not know what zhe rest means." I nod. So that explains the jealousy...

"Do you know where he might be right now?" The door opens just then. We both turn to look at it.

"Docteur, I need to-" He looks at me, and his eyes widen.

"I-I'll come back later." He tries to leave, but I grab him again and drag him inside the infirmary.

"Oh, merde..." I turn him around to face me, then cross my arms.

"I know what you said." He gasps quietly.

"As long as you stop acting the way you do now, I'll consider it." He smiles.

"Consider. Okay?" He nods furiously.

"Thank you!" I nod.

"No problem." He races out. I sigh and shake my head goodnaturedly.

"Well, at least he's a gentleman..."