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Courtney woke up with August laying next to her. She couldn't even remember what had happened yesterday. Oh wait... she could remember. Telling August about personal thing, the first kiss, Ethan talking about her behind her back, the second kiss. What happened after that? She couldn't remember that. Was she even dating August? It seemed very unlikely.

Benji and Luther thought they were a good match. Ethan really didn't care. He never really spoke to Courtney. He never liked her anyway. She hated him loads though. I mean, no one ever talked about her behind her back. Well, maybe they did. Maybe they just did it when she wasn't there.

Benji and Luther had a point. August and Courtney would make a good match. Think about it: they met, August got Courtney a job, they moved in together, they understand each other, they stick up for each other, they were best friends. It's obvious they were meant to be. They just had to tell each other about their crushes. It wouldn't be that hard, right? Well, it could be. Courtney hated admitting things.

August was still asleep which was a bit odd. Courtney quickly picked up her phone. What day was it? November, November 25th. How was that possible? She was certain it was November 24th or maybe she just forgot. Maybe she had short term memory loss. She glanced at the door. Closed. Did August close it? She honestly couldn't remember much.

August woke up a while later. He stared at the woman next to him. He wanted to date her. He just had to express his feelings to her. That would be easy, right? It was harder than it seemed. He began to think about it.

'She's such a nice person. How do I tell her about my feelings for her? Does she even LIKE me?'

Courtney looked at him, giving him a small smile.

"Did you get a good sleep?" She asked, holding his hand gently.

He just loved that warm feeling of her body on his skin.

He nodded, smiling. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask her out. He just had to.

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Something."

He sat up and stared into her eyes. She stared back.

"Do you have a crush?" He asked, placing a hand on her cheek.

She blushed. "Umm, w-why?"

"Describe them."

"Uh... it's a he."

"And?"

"He works in the same place as me, same area."

"What does he look like?"

"A lot like you actually."

He blushed lightly.

"He's nice, he cares, he's understanding. He seems to like me."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Do you have a crush, Auggie?"

"Umm." He paused. "Yes."

Out of all names, AUGGIE? He had to admit, it was kind of cute. She had never called him Auggie. Why was she only calling him it now? Maybe it was because he always called her Courts. But that was just a bad habit he had.

She didn't mind being called Courts. She actually liked the nickname. She didn't know why the word Auggie came out of her mouth. It just did. She didn't know what his reaction would be though. He seemed shocked. Very shocked indeed. But he did seem to like when she held his hand. She felt a bit warm and he felt cold so, being the nice person she was, she held his hand to try to heat him up.

She really did like him. She just didn't know if it would work or not. Would it work? Would Augney ever happen? Those unanswered questions came back again. Why could she never get answers to those questions?

Maybe he would be like her brother; the brother she loved; the brother she couldn't see; the brother that understood her; the brother that went through the same things as her.

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her brother. She looked away, not wanting August to notice how weak she really was. August, as usual, noticed this and gently placed his somehow warm hands on her cheeks, making her look at him.

"Courts, you're thinking about the personal thing, aren't you?" He asked, a bit concerned.

She nodded, wondering about how he knew everything she was thinking or feeling.

"Does it come back to you every so often?"

She nodded again. A single tear fell down her face. His thumb automatically wiped the tear away.

"You're going to be alright. As long as you're with me, you'll be safe."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, really."

Silence filled the room.

He sighed. "Now, about the crush."

She smiled slightly.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

She nodded. "You still have to describe her."

"First of all, how do you know it's a she? I could easily be gay. Second of all, do I have to describe them?"

"Well, it's obvious it's a girl."

"How?"

She raised an eyebrow. "August, just describe them."

"Fine.. it's a female. She surprisingly looks a lot like you. You know her. You see her a lot. She works in the same area as me which is also in the same place."

"What's her forename?"

"That could easily give it away."

"Just tell me!"

"But— Fine! C... that's all I'm saying."

"That's not what you're going to say. C... next letter?"

"Courts, I'm not saying anything."

"Stop being a scaredy-cat, Walker. It's probably a person you always speak to."

He blushed more. "N-No..."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fine... YES. The thing is, you should know who they are. You should know what they look like."

"How?"

"Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

She got up and looked in the mirror. "Not much."

"What do you see then?"

"All I see is lifeless reflection."

"Look at me."

She sighed and looked at him.

"I honestly don't see a lifeless reflection."

"What do you see?"

"A brave, adorable, and may I say beautiful, reflection."

"Is there a reason why you think that?"

He nodded. "Maybe it's because you're the person I'm describing."

Her eyes widened. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Why wouldn't it be you? You're one of the nicest people I know."

"M-Me?"

"You're shocked, aren't you?" He stood up and walked towards her.

She nodded, blushing lightly. "Just one question."

"Go ahead."

"Is my crush obvious?"

He shrugged. "Well... it depends on who it is."

An arm wrapped around her waist. She immediately knew it was him. She looked at him.

"August, we can't do this."

"Sloane doesn't need to know, Courtsey."

"But what if she finds out?"

"She won't find out. Ethan won't find out. Benji won't find out. Luther won't find out. No one will find out if we don't tell them. No one has to know what we do behind doors, do they?"

She shook her head. "N-No."

"Well, what do you think of it?"

"Think of what?"

"Us... you know, us dating?"

"I don't know. What if someone does find out and we haven't told them?"

"They're probably nosey, just like some people. Most likely Ethan Nosey Matthew Hunt. He hunts down people who have secrets."

That made her laugh. He would always put her in a good mood. She just had one question: how did he know how she was feeling? Those unanswered questions came back again. She had to ask him that. Any emotion she had, he could detect it. How was that possible? Was he a mind reader? He couldn't be.

He seemed relatable. Very relatable indeed. It was like he understood what she was talking about. He could get it in almost a third of a second.

"August..."

"Yes?"

"How do you know everything about me?"

"What do you mean by everything?"

"How do you know what I'm feeling? What I'm hiding from you? Anything, basically?"

"I honestly don't know. It just, you know, happens. Anyway, about this dating thing. What are you going to do: date someone that understands you or not? Date or hate?"

She paused. What would she actually say? She wanted to date him. She didn't want people to know. She had no idea if it would work.

She hated taking risks; risks that could be bad choices; risks that could easily get you fired. She wanted to take that risk. But she also didn't want to take that risk. It may not be a bad choice; it may not get her fired.

She sighed. "Ha— Date."

"Ha-Date. Great word choice. Do you mind making it clear on what option you're going to choo.."

"D-A-T-E! Date."

"D-Date?"

She nodded, smiling and blushing at the same time.

"Why?"

"I'm not going through the list, Mr Walker."

"So... who's the guy you like?"

"Not saying. You can probably work it out."

"It is kind of obvious if you think about it. Is it me?"

She nodded again, this time a bit slower.

"I KNEW IT!"

"Shut your mouth or I'll tell Ethan."

"I'd like to see you try."

She raised an eyebrow. "See me try? Can't wait."

She opened the door and found Ethan walking down the hall.

"Ethan!" She yelled. "August wants to tell you something."

"I don't! She's just saying that to annoy you."

Ethan looked at them, smirking. "Well... we've figured out who's going with Jenky when it's White Widow day."

"Who?" August asked.

"Well, she's a distraction for the Widow so it's either Benji, you or Luther going with her so... I picked Benji."

"Why him out of all people?" Courtney asked. "I'm pretty sure I can defend myself."

"What if you CAN'T do that, Goody Two Shoes?"

"I wouldn't if I were you..." August looked at Ethan, slightly concerned. "You honestly don't know what she's like when she's in a bad mood."

"She gets scared easily. Hey, I heard she has a crush on you! Why don't you ask her out?"

Courtney grabbed a knife and polished it with a cloth.

"You see this?"

"Yeah! You honestly expect me to not know what it is? I'm not blind."

"Your body will be the next victim of it. Wanna know why?"

"Yeah.."

"Because-you-have-put-me-in-a-terrible-mood." She smirked devilishly and whispered to August, looking like she wanted to talk to Ethan.

He looked at Ethan with a 'You better watch out' look and left the room, leaving the door open, just so you could see a wall.

Ethan looked at Courtney in fear. Courtney set the knife down and closed the door so no one could see what was going to happen.

"We, Mr Ethan Matthew Hunt, need to talk."

"About what?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"I don't know!"

"You should know. You were the one talking about me behind my back. I heard it, you know. You should really think about what you're going to say before you say it. I'm not sure if I trust you anymore."

"You better watch out. Walker said he would try to kill you. I wouldn't trust him anymore."

"Excuse me? August wouldn't do that!"

"Well, if he can't be bothered to do that, I will."

Ethan smirked and pinned her against the wall, grabbing the knife she was going to use to kill him.

She looked at him, a little terrified. He held the knife close to her arm. He wanted to do this. He had to.

"If you say anything, I'll kill you!"

Just as he was about to hurt her, someone knocked on the door.

"Speak." Ethan whispered, sounding angry.

"W-Who is it?" Courtney asked, hoping it was August or Benji.

"Benji Dunn and August Walker, also known as the people you trust the most." Benji yelled. "Is everything alright?"

"Ye— no!"

"No? Why?" August asked, a but concerned.

"He's... hu.."

That's when the men heard a scream. The door immediately opened. Ethan was holding the knife, watching Courtney's arm bleed. Luckily, Benji had a first aid kit with him. He gave it to August. He quickly opened it and wrapped a bandage around Courtney's arm while holding her close. She rested her head on his chest.

"What were you thinking?!" Benji yelled, not in a good mood. "She could've died!"

August nodded, sighing sadly. "She's working along side you. She's been through things that you wouldn't understand. You don't even understand her, do you?"

"N-Not really..." Ethan replied. "But what's the point of her being here if she's just a distraction?"

"She is NOT a distraction!" Benji frowned. He was mad. "Just... just get out!"

Ethan did as he was told, leaving the room.

Benji closed the door and looked at August.

"Is she alright?" He asked.

August shrugged, looking at the female assassin.

Courtney was in a lot of pain but she was lucky to be alive. She closed her eyes, hoping this was just a dream. But it wasn't a dream. Nothing was a dream.

She started to remember when her father tried to hurt her like Ethan did. She was lucky that Oliver, her older brother, was there to save her in time. That brought her another flashback.

My dad was a sinister man. He would always try to hurt me. Oliver would save me on time. The sad news is, he killed my mother. I can somehow remember it.

I was only 8 when he pushed me and my brother into a cupboard under the stairs. I don't know how long we were there for but it felt like a few hours. What was he doing to her? We heard a scream, well... multiple screams, so I assumed it was from my mother.

The next day, Dad said that they had an argument and she had left. He said that she didn't want us to come with her as she thought we would be safe with him. I believed it. I believed everything he said. He looked at me, sighing sadly and hugging me roughly. That was the only time he really showed me some affection.

That day, Oliver was at school. Dad called my school to tell them I wouldn't be in. Once that was over, he grabbed me and carried me upstairs, then placed me on the bed. He closed the door and smirked. He pulled my clothes off and his clothes off, starting his torture.

He touched me everywhere; every inch of my young body; every nook and cranny; everywhere. It really hurts but every so often you could shudder when he touched those sensitive areas.

He always complimented me. Every body part he loved would always get complimented.

For example:

"I love those eyes."

"I love the way you do that."

He was sick in the head. Every time he did it, he would either: handcuff my hands together and my feet to the bed or hold me down firmly. This time it was the handcuffs. How did he even get them? He said he was apart of the police department and they gave him them. He probably got them online, like all the other things he used on me.

Later that day, he pushed me into a wall and held a knife close to my arm. Oliver didn't get to me on time. Blood oozed out of my skin, going everywhere. By the time Oliver got there, I was almost dead. Dad had left the room, not even bothering to lock the door. I was unconscious, still breathing but not as much as I should be breathing.

He saved me. I woke up after a while, laying in bed wearing a nightgown and a bandage. I was in hospital, surrounded by nurses. I recognised them. I was in this place before. I had a broken leg when I was 7, about a year ago, because Dad pushed me down a massive staircase that had at least 30 stairs.

When a nurse took the bandage off, I noticed that they had stitched it. Oliver must've called 911. The nurses must've cleaned the wound. A doctor must've stitched it. I hoped it was just a dream. I've hoped that for at least a million times but it's always real. I always hope it's just fantasy but it's not. It happens in real life. I always think I'm the only one going through this when I'm not. Does that even make sense? Probably not. Nothing makes sense in my world.

August gently whispered in Courtney's ear.

"Are you awake? Courts? Please?"

Benji looked at him, sighing sadly. "Ethan... m-may... have ki.."

"I'm fine." Courtney whispered to August, opening her eyes. "Totally fine."

"When's White Widow Day, Benji?" August asked, staring at him.

"Tomorrow."

"What if she's not ready?"

"Trust me. She'll be fine. I'm pretty sure she'll have a long sleeved dress."

"What about the... wound?" Courtney asked, smiling sadly.

"It will heal." August smiled. "Just wear the bandage. We'll change it when it needs changed."

She looked at him. "Can we talk?"

"Now?" He asked, looking at her.

She nodded. "Please?"

"Fine... Benji, could you leave?"

Benji nodded and left the room, closing the door after himself.

August smiled slightly and picked her up, setting her on the bed.

"D-Don't hurt me." Courtney mumbled.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Courts." August said, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But... don't you hurt others?" She asked, a little curious.

"Only if I'm asked to by our boss." He replied.

"What about Ethan? Will you hurt him?" She sighed.

"If he hurts you again, I'll hurt him. If he tries to hurt you, I'll speak to him." He smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing her to sit up. "If he does or tries to do anything to do, tell me immediately. If I'm not nearby and Benji is, tell him."

She sighed and looked at the ground. "What if I don't tell anyone?"

"Well... I don't think you'll be alive. Just stay away from him and fight back if he tries to fight you. I just don't want you to get hurt, Little One."

"I'm not little!"

"You are to me. You're my Little Cutie."

"No!" She pouted.

"Yes!"

"No.."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes! You're the Little Cutie, end of discussion."

"You're just saying that because we're dating, aren't you?"

"No... you've always been the Little Cutie."

"Why?"

"Because you're a cute person."

"I'm not!"

"Well.. to me you are."

She blushed lightly and smiled slightly. "My ex called me that."

"Called you what?"

"Cute person?"

"Your ex?"

She nodded. "Alex? Alex Rider?"

"Oh... him. That guy's an idiot."

"You've worked with him before?"

He nodded slowly. "I'm pretty sure it was when he was 18. I would've been 18 too. I'm pretty sure we have met before."

She looked at him, confused. "We haven't. Well, I don't think we have."

"Are you sure?" He asked, placing his hands on her waist. "I think I do recognise you."

She stayed quiet, trying to think.

"You worked with MI6 before CIA, right?" He smiled slightly.

She nodded.

"Then we must've met."

"I think we have met before. I don't think we talked much."

I looked at my team. Of course I had to be the youngest member in the group. Why was it always me?! MI6 provided me with a home. Oliver and I are still in touch. Dad's probably with Miranda, my stepmother, or torturing another kid.

I've been stuck with Alex for 4 years. 4 years of annoyance. 4 years of stupidity. The other guy seemed very smart. He worked for CIA and was known as August. He was nice. Very nice indeed. But he always stared at me which was a bit weird. The thing is, I was dating Alex. I really wanted to leave the spy world. I hate it!

Alex walked over to me. "Hey, babe."

"Don't call me that!"

"I never heard you."

"I said 'don't call me that!'"

"Jeez... you don't need to be rude."