| Liam's POV |

He couldn't sleep. The thought of what he said up in the Ferris Wheel alone with the woman played once more through his head.

He watched her slowly drift into a light sleep as her head leaned softly on the glass window of the ride. Her hair fell gradually down and warmed her slender back and shoulders.

What a naive girl, he had thought, how could she just fall asleep defenseless like that?

He watched her chest rise and fall, slower and slower, with a steady pace.

Breathing out a small breath, he asked her, "You asleep?"

There was a change in her closed eyes as a part of her realized again that he was sitting right across from her.

He held back a chuckle.

"Mm," she managed to hum out.

He eventually let out a light smirk. "Tsk, this woman," he said under his breath.

She was totally aware of his presence and she couldn't care less. The girl only had sleep on her mind.

He had turned around to face the city lights and eventually eyed the dark sky that wrapped above them.

His eyes slowly found its way back to the sleeping woman as they made it to the very top of the Ferris Wheel.

"Lennon..." he let out, talking to himself more than the woman.

"... I will kill you."

Liam opened his eyes and laid there on his bed for a while, listening to nothing.

He was wrong. A few seconds in silence and he found his ears noticing the sounds of soft, steady breathing in the far corner.

Now was his chance.

He quietly sat himself up and glanced at the woman leaning against the wall to his room. She was sleeping soundly.

His hands traveled beneath his pillow and grasped tightly around the gun that had always been there. He took it out and eyed the weapon carefully, making sure the thing was loaded before clicking in the magazine.

He held the barrel at downrange for a moment as he stole another glance at the woman, oblivious to her life ending in mere seconds.

The safety lock was off next.

With his dominant hand, Liam directed the gun upwards towards the girl and aimed it at her chest.

Her beating heart.

His left hand supported the gun to get an accurate enough shot.

He straightened up his body and leaned back a bit, tilting slightly to the side so that his eyes could focus well in the dark at that angle.

The more his eyes let in light and he could see her form clearer, the louder his heart steadily beat. He could see the tiny glands of sweat that had been on her forehead.

He frowned. Sweat? Why was she sweating? The room, as far as he could tell, was oddly freezing cold.

A closer and longer look made him realized that her face was scrunched up in pain. She wasn't staying still either. She was constantly shifting and turning, as if she was in another world and dealing with something else.

Someone else.

Her breathing became heavier and clearer. He could tell how hard it was for her to breathe.

His index finger began moving down to the cold, metal trigger.

"Leave," she mumbled out, "me alone."

"Please," he heard her say in her sleep.

Liam took a deep breath and held it, pulling back the trigger.

His eyes focused on her now jumpy form.

"Tsk," he soon let out quietly, "Stop moving."

It would've been an easier job if she could just stay still while she slept. It seemed like she was thinking of something painful.

Suddenly, her body froze dead cold and his jaw clenched, getting ready to release the trigger.

Before he could do that, however, her violet silver eyes fluttered open as she let out a muffled whimper.

Her eyes quickly met his and the both of them stared at each other with wide eyes before Liam released the trigger, his aim becoming a little off.

It flew through the air, leaving tiny bits of lead residue behind its trail.

She must've seen the gun before he pulled the trigger and her body dropped at an amazing speed to the ground as one hand had covered the side of her face that she calculated the bullet would come close to.

The bullet whizzed towards the right side of her now shifted form and scrapped her right arm deeply before penetrating the wall right next to her. The loud sound that the shot produced as an aftermath rang throughout the air before it quieted down once more.

Liam watched the bullet come to a stop in the wall before his eyes went to the girl still laying on the ground. She had made herself smaller upon hearing the shot fired. Bits of paint and wood fell onto her lap and shoulder.

Eventually, she sat up and he aimed the gun in front of her again.

Her eyes were unreadable as she stared back at him with not much emotion.

He examined her face and discovered that she had been crying.

"You're going to hurt me too," her small, tired voice came to break the dark silence. Her hands went up as if to say she surrendered.

"I missed," he let out, keeping his aim strong this time, "Get up and fight, Jamie."

Despite knowing that he would shoot at her once more, she kept her serious eyes on him that had moments before been weak and drained of energy.

"My gun's feet away, and by the time I reach it I'll be dead," she replied calmly, "There's not much I can do, Carter."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You're just going to let me-"

A knife came out of nowhere and smacked into his handgun with an astonishing amount of force, tilting the weapon up in his hands.

The girl before him quickly got up and went for him, kicking her right leg forward.

He grabbed it tightly before it could make contact with his face and directed it to the side.

She jumped up with the help of that little movement and did a spin kick around his head, knocking the gun out of his right hand with her left leg.

Jamie landed back securely on the ground as he released her foot and looked at the direction that his gun had flown.

A split second later, he was pushed down and pinned forcefully onto his bed, Jamie's body hovering menacingly over his.

His eyes directed right at hers and he could see the small smirk that had emerged on her face.

"I think, it's you who should get up and fight," she chimed slowly, "Liam Carter."

Liam couldn't hide his light smirk as he stared back at the woman he soon became interested in.

"Well done, Lennon," he said as their faces were inches away.

Their breathing was at the same pace at the moment, he realized, and looking up at her eyes were different than looking down at it.

A thought crossed his mind but he pushed it away, his fist tightening slightly before it relaxed when she shifted a bit at the weird position they were both in.

Her arm gave way and she fell on the bed next to him, one hand suddenly gripping tightly on her upper right arm.

Liam sat up after being released under the position and leaned over the girl next to him.

She was badly wounded on her right arm and already had a small puddle of fresh blood on his bed.

Before anything, he reached for the gun and unloaded it, putting the safety lock back on. He tossed it with a small crash onto his table beside the bed and turned his attention back to the silent woman.

"Jamie," he called out, his eyes unconsciously softening at her body becoming small again.

"Shut up, bastard," she whined softly, "Just let me bleed in peace."

And even at that comment, even given the situation he caused, a quick chuckle escaped his lips. "If we leave it like that it'll get infected, princess." What... in the world was he doing?

"... You have a gauze?" she asked, using her hand as one at the moment.

Liam nodded slowly and pushed himself off the bed, his legs walking him to his bathroom to fetch some medical aid tools that he hadn't need in a while.

He didn't know why he was helping the girl. He should be back to sleep by now.

He came back and turned on the light on his small table and the room lit up dimly.

He saw that his once all white t-shirt was dyed red on one side by her blood.

"Give me your arm," He said to her as he took a seat next to her on the bed. The mattress creaked a little as he did.

She looked up at him, still holding onto her arm.

"No," she responded, eyeing him suspiciously, "This is my arm."

"Do you want to be disinfected or not," He pushed.

She frowned and sneaked a glance at her arm before looking up at him again.

"I can do it myself," she finally answered.

Liam sighed, "Lennon, stop being stubborn. Come here."

"This is all your fault," she pointed out, hesitating before turning completely around to face him and carefully lifted her arm up to him.

He examined the deep wound and began disinfecting it while she one-handedly cut herself a long piece of gauze with a small medical scissors.

He finally wrapped it gently around her arm and secured it.

The two of them paused for a moment before looking at each other.

"Can I sleep now," Jamie asked him, her eyes blinking slowly.

He could tell she was tired. He was too.

He gave her a half-smile, "Yeah."

"You sure," she pressed on.

"Yeah."

"No shooting me anymore?"

"No shooting you anymore," Liam responded, putting his hands up slightly as a sign of surrender.

"Promise?" she piped.

His eyebrows arched a bit as he looked at her innocent face with a slight tilt of his head.

He nodded, "Promise."

She held out a slender pinky to him and paused, waiting for him to wrap his own around hers to seal the deal.

And that's exactly what he did.

He lifted his hand up and leaned in towards the girl, his finger gently wrapping around her smaller one as soon as they had made skin contact.

"You can't break a pinky promise," she informed him, relieved a bit after they had finished.

He smirked as the woman sat herself up and walked slowly away, back to her dark and cold corner.

"What kind of agent doesn't break a promise?" Liam asked her calmly, "It's just a pinky promise."

With two thumb fingers sticking out, she tiredly pointed to herself and replied, "This one."

"Promises were meant to be broken," he countered before going back into his bed and getting ready to sleep.

Before he turned off the lights, however, he heard her say one last reply to him.

"No... promises were always meant to be kept

.

.

.

but they can be broken."

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