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noblealiceworksTitle: With Faltering Breath - PART 2/3
Fandoms: Inception/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Summary: “Listen, you’re only alive right now because John’s got her on a short leash when it comes to killing humans. Otherwise we would have just stolen your device and left two bodies to be found by the building manager, understand?”
Word Count: 2,500+
Notes: see more detailed notes at the first part, not beta'd so all mistakes are my own, SORRY!
PART ONE
Two days after her injury, Ariadne was still quite weak and pale, but otherwise back to her regular, stubborn self.
Arthur, apparently giving up on trying to feed her soup, moved on to interrogating her. “How did you even meet them? How did they know where you were?”
Ariadne shrugged. “Apparently one the younger kid is a tech wizard or something. They just sat down next to me at my table at the café, brought me an eclair and everything. They were very polite.”
“Until bullets starting flying past.”
She ignored his comment, re-arranging the blanket around her, avoiding his gaze. “I believe them.”
He raised one eyebrow in judgment, letting his face convey how he felt about the strangers and their story. “Are you sure this isn’t just your love of a good pastry talking?”
“Come on, you were in the military, are you seriously telling me they didn’t have protocols for end-of-the-world type situations?”
“I wasn’t exactly read in to anything with that high of a clearance level.” He replied, monotone. She mirrored him and raised her own eyebrow in challenge at him.
He sighed. “But,” he continued, his voice suddenly world weary, “I assume that multiple plans must exist for a myriad of possibilities.”
“A ha!”
He continued on, nonplussed with her triumphant joy. “However, I doubt any of them involved killer robots.”
She scoffed at his teasing. “No-one said anything about robots.”
“Good to see you draw a line somewhere.”
“Look Arthur, I think this is all preventative. No-one’s asking us to plant the suggestion into someone’s head that networking the computers in the military’s defence system will be a bad idea
She hastily continued at the anxious expression on his face. “In fact, they don’t even know we can do that!”
He still looked ruffled, but she continued on. “Instead, it’ll be a simple, one-layer job of finding out the source code so the hacker-kid can do his magic.” She wiggled her fingers over an imaginary keyboard in explanation.
“Once again, your eloquence astounds me.”
Used to his deadpan manner by now, she was not put off. “Alright, Mister Details, how about this? Isn’t it a little closed-minded to exclude artificial intelligence gaining sentience as a possibility? Isn’t it a bit worrying that these programmers who were working with the military are suddenly disappearing?”
He shook his head. “Occam’s Razor. The simplest solution is most often correct. Conspiracies like this are what get people in our line of work killed.”
She held up a hand to silence him. “I saw one of the names on their list; it was Lieutenant General Robert Brewster.” He stiffened slightly at the name and she fought the urge to lie. Arthur would appreciate the truth, however harsh.
He looked away to the neglected soup tray, busying himself with cleaning her discarded dishes, eyes trained on the bowl. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She wished she could see his face but her condition left her stranded on the bed, just out of his field of view. “I’m sorry.”
She reached out to his shoulder, her fingers just brushing them despite her arms reaching as far as they could. “Don’t you see now? You know better than anyone how dangerous it would be for someone like him to get a hold of remote-controlled soldiers.”
With a resigned shrug of his shoulders, he dropped the tray onto the floor and moved to tuck the blanket in around her. He was very meticulous in his care and Ariadne waited, letting him gather his thoughts. When his eyes finally found hers he seemed to relax a fraction.
“How are you able to reason this well on so many painkillers?”
She smiled cheekily, eager to take his lead and change the tension in the room. She would corner him about it later, but right now she was trying to infuse her words with how much she adored him, hoping he’d know without having to hear the words she was still afraid to say.
“I’d say years of practice, but you’d know I’m lying.” She lifted a hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
“You always know when I’m lying.” Their faces were intimately close and she only needed to whisper for him to hear. “Trust me now.”
His eyes crinkled, unable to deny her anything. “You’re going to be the death of me one day.” He brought his hand up to cover hers, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“But what a way to go, eh?” Her grin grew larger as she curled her fingers around his.
“If I say that I’ll think about it, will you go to sleep?”
“At this point you could tell me that you want to run away with Eames and I’d still fall asleep. I’m exhausted.”
He picked up the tray and headed for the door. “You look it.” He called from over his shoulder.
“Hey! I got shot, you know.”
He paused on his way out the door, turning to face her. “Yeah. I noticed.” He wore a frown that was new to her eyes, it seemed filled with sadness.
“Try not to do that again, okay?” His voice was quiet and searching.
“Okay.”
---
It was their first meeting since Arthur had imperiously collected an unconscious Ariadne into his arms and left them all behind in her apartment. Neither group had been back for a month. When Ariadne finally convinced Arthur that she at least needed to pack up a few of her things if he was going to force her to co-habitat with him, they arrived to find nothing changed except a single folded note.
Ariadne had giggled at the glamorous feeling of espionage surrounding the meeting; they had to make a chalk mark on a certain mailbox as a signal; but Arthur merely rubbed his chin in contemplation. He was still early into his research but the findings were limited and he only had a vague idea of who these people were or why they took such strange precautions.
Twenty-four hours later and Ariadne was practically skipping to the mailbox in her best trench coat. Her glee, and joking about the lack of a proper fedora, only caused him to grow more apprehensive since he knew that she wouldn’t be on her guard at all.
When they finally arrived, it was to find the other group there. The two women were standing by a fountain, contemplating their reflection in the copper-spotted depths. The boy was seated far away, probably as lookout. It reminded Ariadne that she had her own place to be; earlier they had plotted out the best vantage point and so she ambled casually over to the steps, careful to avoid the skateboarders there.
Arthur adjusted his sunglasses; glad he wasn’t the one squinting in the sun. He had approved of the mystery woman’s public meeting place but bringing these children was not how he saw their negotiations beginning. It could mean that she didn’t have anyone else on her team, or it could be just another ploy to tug on Ariadne’s sympathetic emotions.
“He’s carrying. One by his shoulder and another by his ankle. He also has a clip in his pocket.” Arthur forced himself not to squirm under the teenager’s scrutiny, despite being unsettled by her accuracy.
“I’d be a fool not to come prepared.”
The older woman nodded, understanding. “I don’t have a piece hidden on me, but I should let you know,” she turned to her companion with a knowing look, “we are also prepared.”
“Now that the pleasantries are over, I’d like to know who wants to do business with me. I didn’t catch your names when we last met, what with all the commotion.” Her answer didn’t really matter as he knew of at least two fake identities used by them and a handful of others that had been loosely connected. He just wondered which alias she was using now.
“I’m Sarah. My son is John and the girl is Cameron. Your girl told me that you don’t use last names, is that right?”
Her answer threw him a bit off guard but the less he knew about the private life, the better, so he didn’t push the matter. “Yes. Unlike some other teams, we take precautions to avoid recognition and bloodshed.”
It seemed that he had pushed her patience too far with his veiled jibe and she snapped. “Listen, you’re only alive right now because John’s got her on a short leash when it comes to killing humans. Otherwise we would have just stolen your device and left two bodies to be found by the building manager, understand?”
He appreciated her blunt honesty; it only furthered his assumption that despite her soccer mom attire, she had seen equal or perhaps more live combat than him. She was an interesting contradiction, but he didn’t have time for mysteries and unknown variables.
He had to let her know that he was not to be underestimated. “I don’t believe that, you need us and our expertise. We’re still alive because we’re the best in the business and you can’t find anyone else.”
The raised voices of Arthur and the two women were beginning to reach Ariadne and she could see the building tension even from her distant position. She made a quick judgement call and rushed from her spot on the stairs just in time to hear the young girl say
“Maybe we just didn’t feel like burying another body that afternoon!” Ariadne placed herself between Arthur and the women, wishing he didn’t have such a tendency to needle people.
“Wow! Okay! Great start!” She pushed Arthur with the flat of her palms on his chest. “Now, why don’t we sit down before we attract some attention?” She spoke purposely, flicking her eyes to the business men that were lunching nearby and had also noticed the ---.
She waited until Arthur had begun to move before turning back. “So, Sarah was it?” At the other woman’s surprised expression Ariadne pointed to her ear where a small bud had been hiding, allowing her to overhear their conversation. “Let’s sit.”
“I apologise for my associate. He can be a bit brash upon first acquaintance. Now, I hope you understand that if we come to an arrangement and take on your job, there will be certain conditions we cannot yield on.”
Sarah waited until they were all seated on a bench about 20 yards from John before she replied to Ariadne. “What does that mean?”
“Put simply. You can’t come with us.”
Sarah tried to protest but Arthur had continued speaking, his blunt words cutting through all objections.
“It’s not safe for us to go under with you. I respect that you’ve got secrets you’re not going to tell us. Hell, I don’t even think I want to know them. But it’s dangerous for us to open our minds to someone so secretive because I can’t know what could appear when your subconscious is unleashed. And I can’t let Ariadne take that risk, no matter how many fancy speeches you’ve given her.”
“I cannot advise going through with this if one of us is not involved.”
Ariadne felt uneasy as the girl named Cameron spoke. Something was off about the way she talked, although Ariadne couldn’t put her finger on it.
Arthur seemed unfazed and was looking past her, across the park. His attention was set squarely on John, his hands hidden in his pockets. It was obvious by now that the boy was either brought along as punishment or else was the worst lookout in the world. He seemed impatient and bored. It wasn’t ideal for them, but it was a far better alternative.
He pointed across the lawn. “What about him? If you insist that one of your team accompany us, I’d prefer someone I can predict.”
“Absolutely not. He can’t be involved.”
“Strange definition of ‘involved’ you got going there. That kid seems to know his way around that arsenal you carry and is pretty handy with field medicine. If he’s the hacker genius my partner swears he is, wouldn’t it be smart for him to go in since he’ll know what he’s looking for?”
“He’s not just the young boy you see there. And it’s not just a mother’s pride when I say that he’s special. There are a lot of people who would pay large sums of money to get to him.”
“Seems an odd thing to tell a complete stranger.”
“I’m just letting you know that if anything happens to him, if anyone gets the slightest whiff that we’re here or I feel like we’re being followed---”
He held up a hand to stop her. “I understand how the rest of this threat goes; I’ve given it enough times.”
“If it makes you feel any better, there are also people looking for us, so to avoid mutual destruction, I’d rather we just trust each other.”
“The only people I trust are family.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to settle for a constant state of mild paranoia for the next couple weeks.”
Ariadne once again broke in with a restraining hand on Arthur’s arm. “How about we deal with that later. I’d like to discuss the possibility of Probing. Namely, is there any chance we can just ask her subconscious?”
Sarah leaned forward, looking the most interested Ariadne had seen her during the whole conversation. “How?”
“When we enter her mind, we create the environment, but she populates it with people she knows. All the people she loves and hates, even people she’s only ever seen in passing. Sometimes we can simply ask one of them instead of directly engaging the subject of the dream.”
“Does that work?”
“Well, in certain situations, when the mark is not suspecting anything.”
“What’s her security level? People are usually more guarded when they have to take a retina scan just to get to their desk.” Asked Arthur, apparently calm enough again to speak.
Cameron stared hard at him, like a wild animal assessing a threat. “It seems you already know a great deal about her.”
“I may have done some preliminary digging. No serious research though. That will come later. We’ll have to know this person inside and out before we dive in.”
“But she’ll be unharmed by the whole procedure?”
Ariadne smiled, pleased that Sarah seemed to care so much about the girl. She hoped that Arthur would see that it meant her trust was not misplaced. “It will just be a pleasant night’s sleep for her.”
Sarah stood up, her face once again impassive. “Good. We have things to discuss.” She glanced over her shoulder at John. “We’ll contact you again when we have an offer.”
Arthur was doing his best to hide his frown. “Our services don’t come cheap.”
“We’ll manage. Just make sure you’re worth it.” And with that she marched off, Cameron trailing behind her. As they watched the trio fade into the crowd, it seemed to Ariadne that Sarah would have seemed more in place commanding generals on a battle field than she did negotiating a deal. The woman was a mystery and she burned with curiousity.
"Let it go, Ariadne." Shaken out of her reverie, she was surprised to see Arthur's eyes searching her face.
"I know you want to pry, but just this once I think you should let things be." She opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything that would be strong enough to refute the look on his face. She pursed her lips, thoughts warring within her mind.
He reached out to grab her hand. "Please? For me?"
She couldn't resist him then and smiled as she twined their fingers together. "Okay."
PART THREE
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Fandoms: Inception/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Summary: “Listen, you’re only alive right now because John’s got her on a short leash when it comes to killing humans. Otherwise we would have just stolen your device and left two bodies to be found by the building manager, understand?”
Word Count: 2,500+
Notes: see more detailed notes at the first part, not beta'd so all mistakes are my own, SORRY!
PART ONE
Two days after her injury, Ariadne was still quite weak and pale, but otherwise back to her regular, stubborn self.
Arthur, apparently giving up on trying to feed her soup, moved on to interrogating her. “How did you even meet them? How did they know where you were?”
Ariadne shrugged. “Apparently one the younger kid is a tech wizard or something. They just sat down next to me at my table at the café, brought me an eclair and everything. They were very polite.”
“Until bullets starting flying past.”
She ignored his comment, re-arranging the blanket around her, avoiding his gaze. “I believe them.”
He raised one eyebrow in judgment, letting his face convey how he felt about the strangers and their story. “Are you sure this isn’t just your love of a good pastry talking?”
“Come on, you were in the military, are you seriously telling me they didn’t have protocols for end-of-the-world type situations?”
“I wasn’t exactly read in to anything with that high of a clearance level.” He replied, monotone. She mirrored him and raised her own eyebrow in challenge at him.
He sighed. “But,” he continued, his voice suddenly world weary, “I assume that multiple plans must exist for a myriad of possibilities.”
“A ha!”
He continued on, nonplussed with her triumphant joy. “However, I doubt any of them involved killer robots.”
She scoffed at his teasing. “No-one said anything about robots.”
“Good to see you draw a line somewhere.”
“Look Arthur, I think this is all preventative. No-one’s asking us to plant the suggestion into someone’s head that networking the computers in the military’s defence system will be a bad idea
She hastily continued at the anxious expression on his face. “In fact, they don’t even know we can do that!”
He still looked ruffled, but she continued on. “Instead, it’ll be a simple, one-layer job of finding out the source code so the hacker-kid can do his magic.” She wiggled her fingers over an imaginary keyboard in explanation.
“Once again, your eloquence astounds me.”
Used to his deadpan manner by now, she was not put off. “Alright, Mister Details, how about this? Isn’t it a little closed-minded to exclude artificial intelligence gaining sentience as a possibility? Isn’t it a bit worrying that these programmers who were working with the military are suddenly disappearing?”
He shook his head. “Occam’s Razor. The simplest solution is most often correct. Conspiracies like this are what get people in our line of work killed.”
She held up a hand to silence him. “I saw one of the names on their list; it was Lieutenant General Robert Brewster.” He stiffened slightly at the name and she fought the urge to lie. Arthur would appreciate the truth, however harsh.
He looked away to the neglected soup tray, busying himself with cleaning her discarded dishes, eyes trained on the bowl. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She wished she could see his face but her condition left her stranded on the bed, just out of his field of view. “I’m sorry.”
She reached out to his shoulder, her fingers just brushing them despite her arms reaching as far as they could. “Don’t you see now? You know better than anyone how dangerous it would be for someone like him to get a hold of remote-controlled soldiers.”
With a resigned shrug of his shoulders, he dropped the tray onto the floor and moved to tuck the blanket in around her. He was very meticulous in his care and Ariadne waited, letting him gather his thoughts. When his eyes finally found hers he seemed to relax a fraction.
“How are you able to reason this well on so many painkillers?”
She smiled cheekily, eager to take his lead and change the tension in the room. She would corner him about it later, but right now she was trying to infuse her words with how much she adored him, hoping he’d know without having to hear the words she was still afraid to say.
“I’d say years of practice, but you’d know I’m lying.” She lifted a hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
“You always know when I’m lying.” Their faces were intimately close and she only needed to whisper for him to hear. “Trust me now.”
His eyes crinkled, unable to deny her anything. “You’re going to be the death of me one day.” He brought his hand up to cover hers, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“But what a way to go, eh?” Her grin grew larger as she curled her fingers around his.
“If I say that I’ll think about it, will you go to sleep?”
“At this point you could tell me that you want to run away with Eames and I’d still fall asleep. I’m exhausted.”
He picked up the tray and headed for the door. “You look it.” He called from over his shoulder.
“Hey! I got shot, you know.”
He paused on his way out the door, turning to face her. “Yeah. I noticed.” He wore a frown that was new to her eyes, it seemed filled with sadness.
“Try not to do that again, okay?” His voice was quiet and searching.
“Okay.”
---
It was their first meeting since Arthur had imperiously collected an unconscious Ariadne into his arms and left them all behind in her apartment. Neither group had been back for a month. When Ariadne finally convinced Arthur that she at least needed to pack up a few of her things if he was going to force her to co-habitat with him, they arrived to find nothing changed except a single folded note.
Ariadne had giggled at the glamorous feeling of espionage surrounding the meeting; they had to make a chalk mark on a certain mailbox as a signal; but Arthur merely rubbed his chin in contemplation. He was still early into his research but the findings were limited and he only had a vague idea of who these people were or why they took such strange precautions.
Twenty-four hours later and Ariadne was practically skipping to the mailbox in her best trench coat. Her glee, and joking about the lack of a proper fedora, only caused him to grow more apprehensive since he knew that she wouldn’t be on her guard at all.
When they finally arrived, it was to find the other group there. The two women were standing by a fountain, contemplating their reflection in the copper-spotted depths. The boy was seated far away, probably as lookout. It reminded Ariadne that she had her own place to be; earlier they had plotted out the best vantage point and so she ambled casually over to the steps, careful to avoid the skateboarders there.
Arthur adjusted his sunglasses; glad he wasn’t the one squinting in the sun. He had approved of the mystery woman’s public meeting place but bringing these children was not how he saw their negotiations beginning. It could mean that she didn’t have anyone else on her team, or it could be just another ploy to tug on Ariadne’s sympathetic emotions.
“He’s carrying. One by his shoulder and another by his ankle. He also has a clip in his pocket.” Arthur forced himself not to squirm under the teenager’s scrutiny, despite being unsettled by her accuracy.
“I’d be a fool not to come prepared.”
The older woman nodded, understanding. “I don’t have a piece hidden on me, but I should let you know,” she turned to her companion with a knowing look, “we are also prepared.”
“Now that the pleasantries are over, I’d like to know who wants to do business with me. I didn’t catch your names when we last met, what with all the commotion.” Her answer didn’t really matter as he knew of at least two fake identities used by them and a handful of others that had been loosely connected. He just wondered which alias she was using now.
“I’m Sarah. My son is John and the girl is Cameron. Your girl told me that you don’t use last names, is that right?”
Her answer threw him a bit off guard but the less he knew about the private life, the better, so he didn’t push the matter. “Yes. Unlike some other teams, we take precautions to avoid recognition and bloodshed.”
It seemed that he had pushed her patience too far with his veiled jibe and she snapped. “Listen, you’re only alive right now because John’s got her on a short leash when it comes to killing humans. Otherwise we would have just stolen your device and left two bodies to be found by the building manager, understand?”
He appreciated her blunt honesty; it only furthered his assumption that despite her soccer mom attire, she had seen equal or perhaps more live combat than him. She was an interesting contradiction, but he didn’t have time for mysteries and unknown variables.
He had to let her know that he was not to be underestimated. “I don’t believe that, you need us and our expertise. We’re still alive because we’re the best in the business and you can’t find anyone else.”
The raised voices of Arthur and the two women were beginning to reach Ariadne and she could see the building tension even from her distant position. She made a quick judgement call and rushed from her spot on the stairs just in time to hear the young girl say
“Maybe we just didn’t feel like burying another body that afternoon!” Ariadne placed herself between Arthur and the women, wishing he didn’t have such a tendency to needle people.
“Wow! Okay! Great start!” She pushed Arthur with the flat of her palms on his chest. “Now, why don’t we sit down before we attract some attention?” She spoke purposely, flicking her eyes to the business men that were lunching nearby and had also noticed the ---.
She waited until Arthur had begun to move before turning back. “So, Sarah was it?” At the other woman’s surprised expression Ariadne pointed to her ear where a small bud had been hiding, allowing her to overhear their conversation. “Let’s sit.”
“I apologise for my associate. He can be a bit brash upon first acquaintance. Now, I hope you understand that if we come to an arrangement and take on your job, there will be certain conditions we cannot yield on.”
Sarah waited until they were all seated on a bench about 20 yards from John before she replied to Ariadne. “What does that mean?”
“Put simply. You can’t come with us.”
Sarah tried to protest but Arthur had continued speaking, his blunt words cutting through all objections.
“It’s not safe for us to go under with you. I respect that you’ve got secrets you’re not going to tell us. Hell, I don’t even think I want to know them. But it’s dangerous for us to open our minds to someone so secretive because I can’t know what could appear when your subconscious is unleashed. And I can’t let Ariadne take that risk, no matter how many fancy speeches you’ve given her.”
“I cannot advise going through with this if one of us is not involved.”
Ariadne felt uneasy as the girl named Cameron spoke. Something was off about the way she talked, although Ariadne couldn’t put her finger on it.
Arthur seemed unfazed and was looking past her, across the park. His attention was set squarely on John, his hands hidden in his pockets. It was obvious by now that the boy was either brought along as punishment or else was the worst lookout in the world. He seemed impatient and bored. It wasn’t ideal for them, but it was a far better alternative.
He pointed across the lawn. “What about him? If you insist that one of your team accompany us, I’d prefer someone I can predict.”
“Absolutely not. He can’t be involved.”
“Strange definition of ‘involved’ you got going there. That kid seems to know his way around that arsenal you carry and is pretty handy with field medicine. If he’s the hacker genius my partner swears he is, wouldn’t it be smart for him to go in since he’ll know what he’s looking for?”
“He’s not just the young boy you see there. And it’s not just a mother’s pride when I say that he’s special. There are a lot of people who would pay large sums of money to get to him.”
“Seems an odd thing to tell a complete stranger.”
“I’m just letting you know that if anything happens to him, if anyone gets the slightest whiff that we’re here or I feel like we’re being followed---”
He held up a hand to stop her. “I understand how the rest of this threat goes; I’ve given it enough times.”
“If it makes you feel any better, there are also people looking for us, so to avoid mutual destruction, I’d rather we just trust each other.”
“The only people I trust are family.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to settle for a constant state of mild paranoia for the next couple weeks.”
Ariadne once again broke in with a restraining hand on Arthur’s arm. “How about we deal with that later. I’d like to discuss the possibility of Probing. Namely, is there any chance we can just ask her subconscious?”
Sarah leaned forward, looking the most interested Ariadne had seen her during the whole conversation. “How?”
“When we enter her mind, we create the environment, but she populates it with people she knows. All the people she loves and hates, even people she’s only ever seen in passing. Sometimes we can simply ask one of them instead of directly engaging the subject of the dream.”
“Does that work?”
“Well, in certain situations, when the mark is not suspecting anything.”
“What’s her security level? People are usually more guarded when they have to take a retina scan just to get to their desk.” Asked Arthur, apparently calm enough again to speak.
Cameron stared hard at him, like a wild animal assessing a threat. “It seems you already know a great deal about her.”
“I may have done some preliminary digging. No serious research though. That will come later. We’ll have to know this person inside and out before we dive in.”
“But she’ll be unharmed by the whole procedure?”
Ariadne smiled, pleased that Sarah seemed to care so much about the girl. She hoped that Arthur would see that it meant her trust was not misplaced. “It will just be a pleasant night’s sleep for her.”
Sarah stood up, her face once again impassive. “Good. We have things to discuss.” She glanced over her shoulder at John. “We’ll contact you again when we have an offer.”
Arthur was doing his best to hide his frown. “Our services don’t come cheap.”
“We’ll manage. Just make sure you’re worth it.” And with that she marched off, Cameron trailing behind her. As they watched the trio fade into the crowd, it seemed to Ariadne that Sarah would have seemed more in place commanding generals on a battle field than she did negotiating a deal. The woman was a mystery and she burned with curiousity.
"Let it go, Ariadne." Shaken out of her reverie, she was surprised to see Arthur's eyes searching her face.
"I know you want to pry, but just this once I think you should let things be." She opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything that would be strong enough to refute the look on his face. She pursed her lips, thoughts warring within her mind.
He reached out to grab her hand. "Please? For me?"
She couldn't resist him then and smiled as she twined their fingers together. "Okay."
PART THREE
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