Longing

Longing, It had never happened before. The sense of dread that never quite left her mind. The princess wasn't dreading the fight, it was encountering the knight that pulled her nerves on a knot. She refused to see him die. She refused to watch as life would leave his body or see him mistreated if they spared him. She refused to lose him. /lose/ such a wild notion. A powerful word. Lord Jaime never was "hers" to begin with. He was Cersei's and the princess knew that. Her whole body knew that Jaime Lannister's body mind and soul belonged to the usurper. And YET.... she still felt that she lost him. She longed for his presence again. The late night conversations where they discussed the world and life in general. The banters, him making her nervous by being so close to her. She acted like a virgin when in truth she was not. No... she acted like a woman who felt strongly for another human being. Her heart was broken at the thought that maybe the only person in whole Westeros to have ever understood her would perish soon. It horrified her... She found herself caught in a dream made of lace and kisses. Dreams of feeling the knights flesh against hers. Dreams of having him conquer her land, discover mounds and crevices, eliciting moans from her, genuine pleasured moans she never uttered in her whole life. She was longing for her touch on his skin. The happy quiet mornings where she would let her hands heal his invisible wounds. Where she would make him smile, a genuine smile and would have him feel safe and seen... longing... she was longing for a cruel fantasy. An impossible dream that only made her realize that it better be the end of War. What did she know of feelings if not the tales Missandei told her and the reality she saw with Jon and Dany? What did she know of love if not the pinch she felt in her heart, whenever she thought of Lord Jaime? Or the Tears she cried when Lady Kyra mentioned the love Jaime had for Cersei. Lord Tyrion warned her, Lord Varys advised against feelings but her heart was rebellious. The only solution she had was to kill these and bury them deep. Bury and ignore until Daenerys sat on the throne. Bury and help her sister fulfill her destiny. Yes, Bury... LONG... Bury

Doya: Together

Together, It was a tacit agreement between Oya And Dean. No matter how dangerous things were going to be, they would face it together. Oya sometimes said "it's ride or die, Dean. Wherever you go, I go." Always with a playful tone, but with eyes taking an oath. It was a promise, an oath. She will never let go of him, no matter how bleak the future seemed to be. Together. He never felt alone. That was.... new. Oya filled so much space in his mind and he was used to having her in his life that it was impossible for him to imagine life without her. Oya, leaving him? It was inconceivable to the hunter. She said she wouldn't leave. She proved she wouldn't leave no matter how bad things were or how deep in that shit they were. She never did, despite knowing what he did -some of This-. He never did, -despite knowing half of her shameful past and her traumas- they faced things together. They will, always. Together "We hunt together." He would say, his fingers stroking her black curls. "No matter what Oya... we do it together." "Always...."

Sparkle -Pride & Elpis-

Sparkle, There was an undeniable spark about the goddess, something Pride could not ignore when he was looking at her. He was intrigued by her, by her ability to draw life whenever she went, and the untapped power she withheld. He enjoyed when she was looking at him the most. Devotion, expectation, desire. All three of them were mixed into one striking golden look. An intensity he had not seen before, mixed with defiance, indépendance And confidence. She was warm, warmer than he expected her to be. The contact of her skin felt like walking over hot sand at the beach. Unsettling at first and then addictive. Her light fed him. He who was pure darkness. Just like his darkness fed her. She was addicted he had to notice this. Addicted to his touch, his attention, his very voice. He noticed how lit up her face was when she was looking at him. He noticed how his name sent shivers down her spine or how intensely she was staring at him. It was clear he was her world. It was clear she lived for him... Well... used to. This new Elpis was greedy, needy, vibrant. An explosion of life, more than any child of Gaea herself could be. The heir to the goddess of all creation, the next in line. Still blissfully unaware of this. But not to Pride. Not to this version of him. It wasn't just a matter of power, however. She wasn't devoted because he was powerful. It was something else that drove her. Something he still had no real clue of what that was. Asma fell in love with him but how much was the Human and how much was the goddess? Could Asma fall in love again if she met him? She wanted him to succeed, she wanted him to be the rightful ruler. She wanted him to be himself.... was it, love? He could not tell. But he knew the goddess only had eyes for him and that he enjoyed diving deep into her golden eyes, searching answers to questions he didn't know he had.

(GoT) Bäahal x Missandei. : Goodbyes

(GoT) Bäahal x Missandei. : Goodbyes

A/N : you bet they would say goodbye to each other before the Last War.

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« Do you remember how to dance? » Missandei's voice echoed through the walls of the princess' bedroom. Ever since Lord Jaime returned to Cersei, the princess had barely left her bedroom. She needed time to adjust to surviving the Night King and to finally march on King's Landing. The loss of Viserion, though still painful, wasn't as debilitating as it was before and she was even able to visit Drogon and Rhaegal as she pleased.

« How could I forget? I have trained for this my whole life. » She replied with a smirk, as she rolled on her side to see Missandei's frame that was standing in front of her. « Do you want me to dance? » She teased as she sat on the bed. Her silver locks fell on her face, but she tucked some behind her ear. Missandei chuckled and rubbed her arms together.

« I would very much like to see you dance, Büu... especially if this is the last time I get to see you dance. »

« Why didn't you ask me before the war against the night king? » The princess stood up while her friend sat on the bed. « It escaped your mind? »

« It sort of did, yes. I was so convinced we would survive the Long Night that I didn't think of...I didn't think of. »

« Don't worry. You had Grey Worm...I'm sorry, Torgo Nuhdo, in mind. You spent your last night with him didn't you? »

Missandei blushed and nodded. She did spend her last night with Torgo, hoping that at least they would have spent their last night together. It only occurred to her that her best friend could have died and could still die tomorrow when they march on King's Landing and the last war takes place. They shared a lifetime filled with pain and suffering and because she knew the princess was isolating herself, she decided she would come and spend some time with them Half-Targaryen. It went beyond the departure of Lord Jaime, the melancholy the princess was experiencing that night had its root in the loss she suffered throughout the years. First her mother, then her dragon and now Lord Jaime. All of them had deeply impacted her life. Her mother sacrificed herself to give a chance to her daughter to have a decent and normal life. Viserion was a solid companion, one of the most faithful and loyal companions to the princess. He helped her open her heart but he was killed by her enemies. His death poked a large hole at the princess' heart and it took a while before she could even stand the sight of his brothers. Now, Lord Jaime made her feel in ways she wasn't used to. Missandei and anyone with eyes could see that the princess was infatuated with the Knight and while all of them advised her not to proceed with those emotions, and she kept being in denial about these, the departure of the Knight hurt her.

« I was. I confess. » A shy smile crept on Missandei's lips as she cleared her throat.

« Does he make you happy? Torgo Nudho, I mean. » Inquired the princess who tossed her head on her back and lifted her arms up, drawing imaginary arabesques with her arms while her left feet was placed in front of her right one.

« He does. He's a good man. » Missandei asserted, while the princess nodded. « I wish for him to survive the last war so we could be together. »

« Do you have any plans for after the war ?  Give me rhythm, please. » Missandei nodded and started to smack her hands together to create a rhythm the princess could dance to. « You will have a house? » Missandei nodded.

« We'll go to Naath. » The princess' smile faded away and her eyes shifted from left to right. « Are you...angry with me? »

«Angry? By the gods old and new, no! I am not angry. I just...I am very happy for you Dei'. » She said with a smile on her lips. « You deserve to have the life you want and if your happiness isn't at King's landing, then you shall have it elsewhere. » Missandei kept clapping her hands and started to hum a song they used to know.

Bäahal couldn't tell Missandei that learning she would leave was breaking her heart. It would be selfish of her to request that her friend remained at King's landing when she wanted something else. However, it was taking away another friend, another connection and she realized that maybe that dance, tonight, would be the last bonding moment between the two friends. Her arms started to move and she took a step forward, then another and spun on her heels. The dance had just begun, following the rhythm settled by Missandei's hand-clapping and humming. Bäahal was the best dancer of Essos. She was called the jewel of Astapor for a reason and demonstrated the skills she perfected over the years. Her dance was flawless and seemed effortless and light like the gentle summer breeze. Her hair was flowing, mesmerizing Missandei who was captivated by the dance number in front of her. The warm orange light created by the fire behind them made the princess skin look like a living painting. She was gorgeous, focused, extremely sad and her sadness transpired through her dance. Missandei lips were trembling as she felt the emotions her friend was trying to convey. Then Bäahal stopped moving and struck a delicate pose. She was sitting on the floor, her bare feet laid flat on the floor while her hands were still drawing arabesques.

« You have the right to go, Dei. I am happy for you and I pray Torgo Nuhdo survives the last war so you can get your happy ending. »

« Or a new beginning. » She said as she wiped out her tears. « I am not abandoning you, Büu. »

« You're not. I know. » She cut her short, her breathing became more labored and her purple hues were intensely staring at Daenerys' handmaiden. « It is your destiny, you have to leave. »

« Would you are alright? » Bäahal chuckled at the question and then stood back up. « I am serious. You are not alright as of now, would you be after the war? »

« This is none of your concern. Your concern is the future you're trying to build with Torgo. This is where your mind should be at. » She said as she started to stomp on the floor, giving herself the new rhythm to follow. A faster beat, a beat with more frenzy to it. « I will leave King's landing and go find myself once the war is over. »

« You're not going to stay with your sister? » Missandei asked, wiping out another tear.

« She won't need me around. Plus... I need to figure myself out. » She rolled her head, slamming her foot harder on the floor before her whole body started to move and she resumed dancing. That was it, she had said it all. She would leave in order to learn more about herself and be Bäahal rather than the sister of the queen or a former slave. Missandei encouraged her, singing the song louder and clapping her hands in rhythm. Both could feel the heartbreak in the other, both could see the tears on their faces, both realized it was their goodbyes and when Bäahal ended her dance, both knees on the floor and her hands in front of her, assuming a praying position, Missandei stood up and knelt in front of her.

« Bäahal.... please stand up. Please, look at me. » She begged, her voice broken as the dance managed to convey the pain the princess was unable to speak of. « Please... »

« I couldn't be happier for you. » She said as she raised from the floor and sat on her heels. « I'm going to miss you Dei. I'm going to miss you. » She said, as her lips trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks.

« We will see each other again. Someday, somehow... I promise you. » But the princess shook her head.

« No. You must move forward. You must set yourself free from the life you used to lead. I am your past, not your future. » She said as she wiped Missandei's tears off of her face with her thumb.

« This is unfair...I refuse this to be our goodbyes... »

« I danced for you. Isn't it the best goodbyes we could have had? » She asked with a soft chuckle before she stood up and looked down. « I'm going to lose my best friend, but this is for the best because my best friend is going to be very happy. » She said with a soft smile.

«Büu... » She wiped her tears off of her face and stood up so she could face the princess once again. « I want you to be happy too. »

« I will be. » Empty promise but she couldn't exactly say the opposite of it. She owed Missandei to try and have a good life. She owed her to try and have all the things they promised each other to have. So it wasn't a lie, technically speaking it wasn't, so why did she fell as if she was lying? She sighed and pulled away from her friend and gave her a smile. « I don't know what tomorrow has in store for us, but I hope the gods would favor both of us. I will go on a quest, trying to learn more about myself and trying to find peace. You will go on a quest of your own, trying to live a decent and happy life with the man you love. I wish us good fortune. »

« You deserve more than just figuring yourself out. Come on, you're a princess now.  What do princesses do? » -She asked wrapping her arms around her friend and pulling her into a hug. Bäahal rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Missandei's frame. « You know the answer. »

« They get married and have children? » Missandei chuckled and nodded. « I don't know who would want to marry me, nor if I want to get married... but okay. That's what princesses do. » She chuckled and planted a kiss on her friend's shoulder before she closed her eyes. « Do you think the odds are in my favor like Lord Jaime thinks? »

« I can certainly hope they are. You survived the Night King. You will survive Cersei. » She said as she rubbed her back. « Thank you for dancing for me.  I forgot how beautiful it was to see you. »

« You don't have to thank me...I forgot how good it felt to be dancing. » She said as she pulled away from her friend. « stay with me for a while, Dei. Before you go back to Torgo Nuhdo. »

Missandei smiled and took the princess to her bed. They both laid on the soft mattress. Bäahal was baring her back at her friend who wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her into a tight hug. It was the last night the two friends spent together, but both were able to say goodbye the way they wanted to. With love.

-TBC-

Doya : The Thomas' case.

Doya : The Thomas' case.

A/N : So, eventually, this would be their new case <3

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Oya was holding the phone but she wasn't listening to any word Sarah was saying. From the moment she heard that Joshua was at the hospital and in critical condition, she didn't hear anything else. It was one of her worst fears coming to life, to have a loved one at the brink of death because of monsters. Joshua was an experienced hunter and yet, he was probably drying because of a case he didn't prepare well. Sarah was hysterical on the phone, crying and cursing monsters for claiming her brother's life. Josh wasn't dead yet, why was she talking as if he was dead? Oya's gaze was aimlessly staring at the white wall in front of her when Dean found her. He heard the cries of Sarah over the phone and took it off of Oya's hands.

«Hello? »

«Hello? Where's Oya? »

« Unavailable. Who's speaking? » He asked, while his hand got lost into Oya's thick black curls.

« Sarah... Sarah Thomas. Is it Dean Winchester? » She calmed down and wiped some tears off of her face. Her twin girls were playing together while her husband was talking to the doctors. Dean picked up noises that were familiar in hospitals and furrowed his brows.

«Yeah.. Sarah Thomas, you're Oya's childhood friend. » He stated and felt her nod over the phone. « Okay, what's going on? »

« My brother.... my brother's last hunt nearly killed him. He's going through surgery as we speak and I need Oya to be...I needed Oya's help. »

A case? Was she offering Oya to come to investigate the case Joshua was investigating? It wouldn't surprise the seasoned hunter but he refused to let Oya go on her own. It was way too personal, hit way too close to home to have her be focused and efficient. Joshua was hurt, so badly that he might actually die and it would be the only thought she would have in mind.

« What happened? »

« I don't know. I haven't seen him yet, I don't know if he'll survive the surgery. Can you please hurry? »

« Where are you? »

« It's far from home, South Carolina. I assumed it was an easy-peasy vampire case, but he might have encountered something worse than a vampire. »

« Something worse? » Vampires were sons of bitches and Dean liked to play it like Buffy the vampire slayer. However, Joshua proved to be excellent at hunting vampire and had never been in such bad shape before. Maybe these weren't vampires and the only way for him to be sure was to investigate the case. Oya had wrapped her arms around his waist and started to sob against him, quietly so.

« Something worse yeah... he was mangled to the point, they identified him thanks to the ID card he had in his jeans pocket. Please, come over, find who did it and kill them. » She said before she hung up the phone.

Dean's focus shifted from the phone to Oya who was still sobbing against him. His hand was still rubbing the back of her neck while the other put the phone on the table and rubbed her back. He knew she would want to go and investigate the case. She would want to go to the hospital, see Joshua and avenge his death, should he die before they got there. Her body was shaking, so he crouched on the floor to be at her level and cupped both of her cheeks. She nodded and put her hands on his wrists. Dean didn't know what to tell her « Josh will make it. » that was a lie. « We'll avenge him. » It was an obvious decision to make. « We'll find out what happened. » but would they? « I'm with you. » that was something he could actually say to the ebony hunter. That was something he could do. He was there, and she could see it. So her lips twitched and she sobbed harder, unable to contain her tears. It broke his heart to see Oya like that, scared of losing someone she loved like a brother, just like he was whenever he was trying to rescue Sam. He had already lost his brother, to Lucifer and other monsters. He had to endure the sight of his brother's corpse, to hold it in his arms, to cry for him because he wanted him back. He had already been through this shit so he knew what Oya was going through. She grew up with the Thomas, at least for a couple of years and remained close to them through Joshua and Sarah's father. She rekindled her relationship with them when she returned to America and ever since she settled with the Winchesters, they had been in touch regularly. They were the closest to a family she ever had, so of course, she wouldn't want to lose any of them.

« We're going. » Dean simply said, allowing the woman to know that with those simple words, he had accepted the silent request Oya gave him. With these words, he showed he cared for her. Of course, they would go, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Oya nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks and she offered a tight smile before he wiped out her tears and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he pulled her into a hug. « We're going, Oya. » He reassured her, his large hands stroking her cheeks before he pulled her against her into a tight hug. She simply nodded but she knew he would be there with her and that was all that mattered at this moment. He was there with her.

-TBC-

Elpis and Pride: They took everything from me

Elpis leaned against the balcony of her chambers. Her golden orbs stared in front of her, at the beautiful and decadent landscape of the Hades. She could get used to this world if she was trying hard but could she really when death was all there was? For someone as bright as the goddess, the Underworld felt very empty. She sighed and rolled her head, allowing her pink locks to fall onto her chest. Her soul wasn't at peace, knowing that her traitorous siblings were still alive and ruling the Elder gods pantheon. Her mind wasn't at peace ever since she was set free. For thousands of years she had been plotting her revenge against her siblings, She designed her revenge and imagined different ways of killing Ishtar and Ayasha. But for the moment, it was nothing but a daydream. It seemed out of reach and the thought of it made her furrow her brows.

In moments like these, she had to be patient -but Elpis? Patient? She simply couldn't be-. She had to trust Pride and trust he would actually prepare them for revenge. Superbia had always been an excellent strategist. He was always taking his time to plan and perfect his plan and struck only when it was the right time for this. She remembered the past very well and she noticed he had not changed this side of him. After all, patience set her free. It was because he waited for Leviathan to be out of focus and driven by anger and pride before he finally met him. He carefully picked the place, forged Khaos, and taunted the god during their battle. He took his time to ensure his victory and Elpis knew she would have to be smart and follow his path.

« They took everything from me. » She said in a sigh, talking to nobody but herself.

Yes, her siblings took everything from her. From her freedom to the siblings who loved her. They killed her father and stole his throne and power. They had to pay one way or another. The goddess dropped her head, allowing her pink locks to fall onto the balcony. Pride was busy hunting down his siblings. She had to take into consideration that he would first try to curb stomp his rebellious siblings first. Greed, Wrath, and Envy almost got the best of him and they would not stop until he was defeated, which Pride couldn't allow of course. Because he couldn't fight two wars are the same time, she understood his need to eliminate the threat posed by his siblings.

« Not everything. » -His voice pierced the silence that had settled in the goddess' chamber.-

Pride had just appeared, after a very long day searching for his siblings with Lust. He felt her energy as soon as he entered the Underworld and he could feel she was frustrated and lonely. Elpis turned around to face the good, her bright golden eyes were staring at him.

« Well... I can agree with you. » But it wasn't completely true. She lost her connection to Pride, the one she had before he was unmade by Hades and no matter how eager she was to get to know this new version of him, she still lost her beloved.

« You don't seem to fully agree with me. » He noted and walked towards her. She tilted her head to the side, her pink locks fell over her shoulders while she pinched her sugary full lips together. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing a couple of tears to roll down her perfect cheeks.

« How could I fully agree with you, when you're another version of the Sin I fell in love with? I lost /my/ Superbia. I lost the one who felt for me, who cared for me. No matter how much I want to get to know you, I still lost him... I am alone. » She stated, more tears rolling onto her cheeks. He cupped her cheek and the back of her neck with his larger hand and yanked her head back so she could look at him. Elpis was unbelievably beautiful, to the point that it almost distracted him.

« You're right about one thing, your superbia is dead and /I/ am Superbia now. Whether you agree with it or not, he's in the past, where he belongs. You have changed as well Elpis, you're no longer the Elpis he used to know or the Elpis I remember. Let. The. Past. Go. » He advised, his voice still soft but his tone making it clear he gave her an order.

Pride didn't like when she mentioned his old-self. He despised the old version of him because he considered he was weak but he also understood why it was difficult for the goddess to let go. Understanding didn't mean he accepted it, and he was more than annoyed to have his past being rubbed on his face. Superbia was dead, long live Superbia! He was better, far better than the weak version she met more than 2000 years ago and he wanted her to see /him/. Her eyes were still filled with tears she was crying and he flicked them with his thumb. She shivered and put her hands on his wrists.

« Easy for you to say...for me it feels like yesterday. » Pride eyes turned purple as a flash of anger crossed his eyes. She cupped his cheek and stroked it with her soft hand. « Not seeing you doesn't make things easier. I want to get to know you. How can I let go of the past if I never see you? » Touché. He wanted her to forget about his old self, but he didn't give her the opportunity to see /him/. « Let me be with you. » She almost begged before she furrowed her brows and removed her hand from his cheek.

« You haven't recovered yet. » He said coldly. Elpis couldn't interfere with his work. She had not fully recovered -he wasn't lying- and she could become an easy target for his siblings. He couldn't risk her life and waste it like that. He couldn't give his siblings a mean to reach out to him. Elpis was a liability for him, so he wouldn't have her by his side until the situation with Wrath, Greed and Envy were settled.

« Oh... I see. I will be locked some more in this ivory tower of yours. » She sneered, pulling his hand off of her and turning around so she would bare her back at him. She was angry again. « You don't want me around, just say it and go. You set me free because your ego wanted it and now, I'm just like those broken toys kids toss away. » She was bitter and her bile made him frown.

« Elpis, this is not what it is and you know it. Your life right now is a liability. My enemies are powerful, far more powerful than you and should they know about your existence, your life is in danger. I do not have the time to worry about my life and yours. If I didn't care, you would have been dead by now. Maybe I would have killed you myself. » He threatened, his eyes now fully purple. It made her turn around and stare at him again, ashamed as she had not considered things this way. He did care, he did set her free and he didn't even kill her vessel. Her being sidelined didn't mean he had forgotten about her. She sighed and put her hand on her chest.

« That would have been the worst betrayal of my whole existence. » She simply let out before she walked closer to the sin and wrapped her arms around his waist. « I won't interfere with your siblings and you. This is not my war but.... » she looked at him again. « Give me a chance to know you, I beg of you. » She said, the word « beg » costing her more than she cared to show but it was necessary. Pride smirked and grabbed her neck again for a kiss.

« I didn't hear you well. » He repeated, in between their lips as he pressed another kiss onto her soft lips.

« I said...give me a chance to know you... I beg of you. » She repeated again, pressing her lips to his while her arms wrapped tighter against him.

« I'll consider. » was all he said before he lifted her up and brought her back to her chambers.

-TBC-

(SoA) : Don't leave me.

(SoA) : Don't leave me.

A/N : Because it's been a while.:)

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Asma heard the noise of keys at her front door and left the couch she was sitting at to quickly open the door. Ever since Jax went to Prison, she had no idea of what the SAMCRO boys were doing. Let's not even talk about the Knights or even the Pretty Piston. She was left int he dark, but her guts were telling her that something was off. It didn't take long for the inker to put pieces together and realize that something went wrong. Jessica was MIA for weeks, she didn't reply to her text and the worst that could have been was that Jax had to go to Med Bay in order to save his life. They weren't fully informed of what happened there, but it transpired that he had been into a very bad fight and was sent to isolation. Upon seeing her fiancé, the woman dropped the mug she was holding, onto the floor.

"Bella!"  -He anticipated her reaction. She would have been happy to see him but she would have been upset too and he was right, she was upset.-

"Alex! Alex......" She couldn't believe her ears but it was his voice. The smile she had on her lips quickly faded away and the inker furrowed her brows. "Where the fuck have you been?" Tig tried to shift her mood and opened his arms to welcome her, but she pushed him away. 

"Bella! I've just come home!" -He pointed out, but she shook her head, refusing to even consider his words. It wasn't the fact he went away. It was the fact he didn't even text her back to let her know he was alive.-

"For fuck sale! Where have you been Alex? Where have you.... you ghosted me for weeks and now you have the audacity to come home??" She pushed him and then pulled him towards her for a hug. Alex decided to not play her game. She clearly needed to have him with her, after all.

"I was on a job..." was all the biker would say. But she shook her head.

"It's not enough. I need more." -She needed him to tell her everything, To explain in details why he wasn't home and if his life had been endangered by the « job » he was doing. But Asma was delusional. He wouldn't tell her, not even if she begged him to.

"You won't have shit!" He said, clearing his throat in anticipation of her reaction. She pulled away and looked at him with eyes wide open. Of course, she would not know the truth. It was the way he wanted it, the way Jax And Jess wanted it. To protect Asma she wouldn't know what was truly happening. Not fully anyway. "You signed for this when you proposed! You know you won't get shit from me. And even if /I/ wanted to tell you, I can't. I am not allowed to."

"I know I signed for this but that doesn't make it any easier, dipshit! There is mayhem in the city, you disappear for weeks, Jax is in prison! Did you know that he got out of the med bay and can have visitors again? Does Jess know? Where is Jess??!! She doesn't answer my texts! Where is she?"

"Bella..." He didn't know. She didn't let him know where she was and it became clear to the tattoo artist who screamed and pushed Tig again.

"You don't know? You fucking don't know???! Jess could be dead by now or in danger and you don't know?!" She ran her shaky hands through her thick pink curly mane and started to sob. "It's a nightmare... it's a freaking nightmare... I'm going to lose everyone.." 

"You don't know that." 

Alex felt her anger turn into sadness and fear. She was terrified of losing everyone and he knew that in this line of work, it was most likely to be true. They could die. He could die tomorrow and he was hoping that Jessica knew what she was doing and would get Jax out of prison.  He had to trust her and her plan. Asma was reduced to tears, unable to stop sobbing and it was breaking his heart to see her like that. She was a mess, from the bags under her eyes to the nails she bit from being anxious. He ran his hand through her hair and planted kissed on top of her head. She had been carrying so much stress since Jax was arrested and wasn't able to unload her emotions on anyone. He took it, her violence and fear and tried to help her the best he could.

"Do you think it's going to be alright?" 

"I don't---" She cut him short.

"Lie to me." -He planted a kiss on to of her forehead.-

"Yes. We'll be fine. We'll be fine." But he had no clue whatsoever. It seemed to help her relax and it made him sigh in relief.  She nodded and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you. » She trailed off and rubbed her nose against his chest. «  The Girls and I are alright by the way. We have not been bothered since Jax has been arrested. »

"Good..." His phone started to ring and he rolled his eyes. He didn't even have the time to be home that the gang needed him again. Alex rubbed the woman's back and planted another kiss on her forehead before he pulled away from her. As Asma understood he was about to leave, her voice broke as she asked him.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go.. I'm sorry Bella." - He watched as she knitted her brows and started to sob. It was unfair and it was breaking her heart. Alex walked back to the front door but she held onto his kutte.-

"Alex! Please....." He watched in front of him, his azure eyes intensely staring at his bike parked in front of her porch. « Alex... let me say a proper goodbye. » She begged again, pulling onto his kutte so he would turn around and look at her. « Let me... » His phone kept ringing and he grabbed it. « Please... »

« I have to... » He took the phone call. « I'll be there in two hours. Just the time to grab a shower and shit. » He hung up and then turned to Asma whose beautiful face was soaked with tears she was still crying. « An hour. We have an hour. »

« It's more than I could wish for. » She said as she cupped both of his cheeks and kissed his lips.

-TBC-