The mahogany clock in the corner ticked on, as it had for many years already and would continue for many years to come. The morning light cascaded through the windows and washed over the desk and the office's occupants. The sky was clear, a vivid blue color holding the promise of summer and freedom.

Carter sat straight in her chair, her expression calm as she gave Principal Withers her full attention. The room was immaculate, just as the rest of the school. There was not a single sign that over a week ago the school had been flooded with knock out gas, military trained insurgents and FBI retrieval teams. Everything was as it should be.

Principal Withers glanced from Carter to her father, his hands clasped and resting on his desk.

"Mr. Owens," he said. "I understand you're busy, but I appreciate you giving me a minute of your time. I was told that you and your daughter were one of the reasons why the incident that occurred here didn't become a major catastrophe." He shifted his gaze to Carter, respect mingling with his gratitude. "I want to offer my thanks to both of you."

"We were glad we could help," Carter's father said.

Carter smiled, the look a mixture of playful and unconcerned. "Of course. What's a couple bruised ribs when it comes to hundreds of lives?"

Despite himself, Principal Withers grinned good-naturedly. Her face still wore the purple bruises of her fight. When she moved too quickly, her ribs woke up and yelled at her, but the worst of the pain was over.

His gaze flickered to her face then shifted to her father.

"As you are probably aware," he said, "this last week without students has given us a chance to update all our security measures. The school is now stronger than ever."

Steve nodded. "That's good to hear." He stood and buttoned his jacket. "I hate to be rude, but my time is limited."

Principal Withers rose and stretched out his hand. "I completely understand. Thank you again."

Carter pushed herself up and grinned at him. "Does this mean I get a free pass to skip fourth period?"

Though his face went hard, there was a quiet amusement in his eyes. "No, it does not. And please refrain from challenging Mr. Harris on every point. He needs to be able to finish teaching his calculus lesson."

She gave a nod, catching, from the corner of her eye, a faint smile on her father's face.

"Got it."

Following her father out, Carter hooked her bag over her shoulder. As they passed through to the office door, Carter glanced to the wall, the wall that she had smashed into. Memories shot through her mind, the effect of it halting her steps as her eyes went distant.

Her father looked back, noticing the expression and the spot her gaze was riveted to. Without a word, he laid a hand on her shoulder. His touch brought her back to herself. She looked up at him. He smiled, though his eyes held a piece of worry. She returned the smile, trying to ease some of his emotion.

They said nothing.

As they continued out of the office, the hallways were slowly beginning to fill with returning students. The tones that pinged off the spotless walls and gleaming floors were ones of speculation and intrigue. In the faces of the first students, Carter saw no concern over their last encounter in the school. The fact that they had woken up not knowing what had happened didn't bother them. Over the week, the news stations had given contradictory stories on what had occurred. None of it was the truth.

Her father pushed through the front doors and sweet, summer air greeted them. Lines of sleek cars trickled in through the gates and down the gravel drive. Despite the incident, there were only half a dozen transfers. Most parents assumed that if the President was still allowing his son to attend the school, it was safe to send their children as well.

Carter avoided passing students as she followed her father to the parking lot. When they reached the black SUV, he turned and looked at her. She gave him a small smile, despite the conflicting emotions that suddenly filled her chest.

"Maggie says Friday works for going out to dinner," he said.

Carter crossed her arms and leaned against the car.

"You know it kills the mood on a date if you bring your daughter," she said.

Her father's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I'm not leaving you in an empty apartment. Not now that you have a Marine boyfriend."

"We haven't officially put labels on it."

"He was kissing you. I'm putting a label on it. Since it can't be deceased, boyfriend will have to do."

Carter's smile widened. Her father's expression didn't lighten.

"That also reminds me," he said. "I need to install security cameras."

She let out a bright laugh. "Like I don't know how to disable those."

Her father's frown deepened but the look held no anger. When he dug into his pocket and pulled out his keys, the laughter slipped from Carter's face in small pieces.

"You're still at a desk today."

"Still at a desk."

"I know many of those paper pushers are gung-ho but there's no need to get shot. Again."

The joke didn't land, the look in her eyes taking the joviality out of it. Her father pulled her into a hug. Carter held onto him, gripping his black suit jacket with a silent intensity.

"I love you, Sarge."

Her hold on him tightened. "I love you too, Captain."

The words seemed to hurt as they came out. When he pulled away, she fixed her expression into something resembling calm. Her father smiled, seeing through it. Kissing the top of her head, he then climbed into the car. Carter approached the window.

"You know you'll have to take Maggie on a date that's just the two of you eventually," she said.

"I'll do that once I know I can really trust this Marine boyfriend of yours. Till then it's the three of us."

"You're just using me to avoid commitment."

His lips curled. "I'll see you at home."

A joke rose to Carter's mind but her mouth couldn't manage it. Instead, she said a single word. "Promise?"

He nodded. "Promise."

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The volume of voices had risen considerably when Carter reentered the school. Gossip tripped off people's lips and buzzed from phone to phone. Students swapped stories, none of them true and always growing further from the truth with each telling.

Carter made her way through the excited throng, heading towards her first period. No one looked her way. No one knew what part she had played a week ago. She was approaching her classroom when she spotted Link and Maddie huddled close together. Their heads were touching and their words were barely audible. Carter shifted her gaze across the way. A familiar sight made her stop.

A sight that lessened some of the tightness in her chest, and calmed her storming thoughts.

Donovan leaned against a set of lockers, his hands were tucked away in the pocket of his slacks, his ankles crossed. A collection of girls had formed a semi circle around him. He wore a blank look, though his eyes never settled on anything for longer than a second.

Unnoticed by him, Carter gave herself a moment to see what everyone else saw. What kept the girls near him, in spite of his lack of responses. His dark blue eyes were centered in a handsome face. A face that stood above a lean, built physique. Even the bruises, that were now an ugly purple color, added to the captivating image.

"Where did you get the bruises?" one girl asked. "Was it from the people who attacked the school?" Her face became animated. "Did you fight them?"

"Why would I be fighting people who attacked the school?" Donovan asked the girl, his tone patronizing.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Because clearly you're strong enough to do that."

He gave her a look so flat even she would have had a hard time misreading his thought of 'stupid'.

A half smile came to Carter's lips. She moved forward and tapped one of the girls on the shoulder. When the girl twisted around, Carter slipped into the circle. Donovan's eyes latched on to her and he straightened. For once, his gaze was still. The girl closest to him let out an annoyed huff.

"Owens, don't you have somewhere better to be?" she said. "I don't know, like detention or juvie?"

Donovan brought his hand up to Carter's face and gently caressed her bruised cheek with his thumb.

"I don't think so," she said. "I'm happy right where I am."

Taking hold of the edge of his blazer, she leaned in and kissed him. He cupped the back of her head. Around them girls let out gasps of surprise, while other's glared with grinding teeth. The retreating of shoes made Carter smile.

She broke away and looked at Donovan.

"That was way too much fun," she said.

"What? Kissing me? Or making those girls jealous?"

She smirked. "A little of both."

The edge of his mouth curved upward. He kissed her once more.

"Technically," he said, his voice so quiet it only reached her ears, "I'm working."

"And I'm helping you keep your cover," she said, matching his volume. "Besides, from the reflection of that classroom window," she nodded to a pane of glass beside an open doorway, "I can see Link. So far, still alive."

Donovan shook his head in disbelief, chuckling.

"Then I can kiss you again," he said.

"If you don't, you'll have bigger problems on your hands besides Link's safety. Your safety for instance."

"Carter, are you always going to be threatening me when it comes to acts of affection?"

"Are you always going to analyze everything I do?"

"Are you going to constantly question my motives?"

"Are you ever going to shut up?"

"Is this going to be difficult?"

"Donovan, did you want it to be easy?"

The edge of his lip curled as a challenged spark deepened the color of his blue eyes. He kissed her in response. His lips were soft and seem to drive all thoughts from her mind.

When they broke apart, she left her hands resting against his chest for a second longer, then pulled back, sliding her hands into her pockets. Donovan dropped his hands, giving her a studying look.

"What?"

"Captain has given you the label of 'boyfriend'."

Donovan's eyebrows rose as he crossed his arms. "Does this mean I have his approval? I know we left on good terms, but I still had the feeling I should sleep with a gun under my pillow."

Carter gave him a teasing look. "Don't you anyways?"

"Yes, but I would have the safety off."

She smiled. "He still has his reservations about you. But I believe that will change in time."

Donovan's lips twitched, then his expression went serious as he stared at her.

"How do you feel about the label?"

"That depends?" she said.

"On?"

"On how you feel about dating me? I am still a high school girl after all."

Donovan's eyes turned playful, a smirk hiding just out of reach. "That depends."

Carter gave him a suspicious look. "On?"

"On whether you can you hit a target from twenty yards with a 9mm Glock?"

She fought back a laugh, her cheeks coloring.

"I can," she said.

Donovan cupped her face and kissed her. "Then I have no problem dating you."

The bell rang bringing their reality back to them. All around them groups split and slipped into doorways, down hallways and up stairways. The school moved as if nothing had ever changed.

Carter turned away from Donovan and looked to Link. He kissed Maddie, then watched as she walked off. Before she rounded a corner, she sent him one last wave and smile. The sight of it brought a rebellious grin to his lips.

Link spun towards the classroom and froze when he saw Carter and Donovan standing side by side. He smothered the telling look and walked up to them.

"Happy?" Carter asked, giving him a quiet smile.

He nodded. "Yeah. You?"

The image of her father driving away popped into her head, making her expression slip. But Donovan's steady presence beside her didn't let her expression fall too far.

"Yeah," she said. "Let's get to class, if we're lucky there will be a pop quiz."

Link chuckled. "He seems to give a large amount of those, doesn't he?"

"It would seem so."

They walked into the room and took their normal seats. For a second, Carter was yanked back to the fight that took place there. She twisted in her seat and looked back at Donovan. Their gazes met, in an instant, she knew he was having the same stir of memories. His eyes dropped to her arm, his brow inching together in concern.

"It's fine," Carter mouthed, barely feeling where the stitches pulled at her skin.

He gave a nod, the look defused. She shifted back around and found Link staring at her.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his gaze settled on the side of her face. His features tightened as if feeling the pain of the blow that had inflicted the bruises.

"I'm okay," she said. "I can take a few punches."

He nodded. His attention then jumped to the doorway, as Mason walked in, followed by Smith. The two brothers' eyes met. The animosity between them was no longer there. In its place was a silent acknowledgment. Mason gave the barest hint of a nod to Link.

"Did you two talk?" Carter asked.

Link looked down at the table and shook his head.

"No. I don't think we ever will. He knows and there is not a lot to say on the matter."

His voice was resigned, accepting his situation. Carter said nothing, instead she simply took his hand and squeezed it. He held her gaze, understanding shared between them. As the bell rang again, Mr. Miller stood up.

"Alright," he said. "I know it's been a week since you've been here, but you know how this works. Phones away. If it rings or dings, it's mine."

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Carter pushed through the library doors. The hushed room was a vast contrast to the hectic hallways outside. Only a few students had made it in before her. They sat quietly at tables, entrenched in their thoughts or form of distraction.

She gazed around the rows of shelves, feeling wisps of memories tug at her. When her focus landed on Patty, she pushed the thoughts away. The librarian glanced up from her desk as Carter walked over.

"You haven't been causing fights in my library, have you?" she asked.

Carter pointed to herself, looking surprised. "Who me? Never."

Patty smiled, a look that held a secret in it. "It's been rumored around the teacher's lounge that it was a couple of students that caused the incident. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Carter put on her best innocent face.

"I'm just a student. How would I know such things?"

Patty leaned on her desk and peered at Carter through her round glasses. "Because you seem to know everything."

"Like the fact that it's going extremely well with Mr. Miller and you spent most of the break with him?"

Patty's cheeks flushed and she shifted back, confirming Carter's deduction.

"For instance, things like that," she said. "I would ask how you know but I'll stop myself."

Carter smiled and took a step back. "Actually, I made a guess."

The librarian shook her head, wearing an amused grin. The doors opened and Donovan and Link walked in. Carter gave a wave to Patty and fell into step alongside the two guys.

"Time to talk?" Donovan asked.

Instead of answering him, Carter glanced at Link. "Is Maddie coming?"

"No, she had a test she needed to look over."

"You two work everything out?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, waking up from being gassed, in her classroom, kind of wiped our argument out."

"Good."

She guided them up to the second story and a far back corner where they wouldn't be overheard. She sank to the floor, her back pressed against the wall. Donovan took the wall adjacent to her, Link took the spot opposite. He gave the library the same look Carter had minutes before.

"Does anyone else find it weird how normal it all looks?" he asked.

Donovan dug his hands into his pockets, not responding. Carter nodded in agreement.

"I find it strange. I'm also impressed that they've managed to keep the entire thing quiet." She gave a shrug. "Though when it's in the President's best interest, I suppose it's possible."

Link gave a small chuckle. "I know what you mean. I've heard so many different theories today on what happened here and none of them were close to the truth." He raised his hands. "I'm not mad about that. It means I'm still safe. It's just weird no one knows. Even the excuse for Mr. Philip's absence was a 'life emergency'." He scratched the back of his neck. "Do we even know what really happened?"

Carter and Donovan looked at each other, their minds jumping back.

"I know you two know," Link said, "but do you know why?"

Donovan held Carter's gaze, his look a question.

"Yeah," she said, breaking away to glance at Link. "I finally managed to get my dad to tell me." She turned her attention back to Donovan. "Did you get anything from Brock?"

He shook his head. "He isn't in a high enough position to be in the know. And I was told I would be notified if there was any information that was pertinent to my job."

"So basically, they aren't going to share with you?" Carter said.

Donovan's mouth twitched and he gave a single nod. "Exactly."

"I guess it's a good thing that my father is trying to make up for crushing my heart then."

The comment came off carefree, but when she looked at Donovan, his eyes were studying her. In a single glance, silent words of encouragement and reassurance passed between them. Link leaned over his crossed legs.

"What did happen?"

"It was Mr. Philips," she said. "He was working with your father back when he was still a Senator, right as he was making plans to run for President. Philips was your father's assistant. And your father was the reason Philips was black balled from politics." Carter shrugged. "My dad didn't go into details about what happened, but Philips knew about you. It seems you were the source of their conflict."

Link scowled at the news. "You think he knew who I was when I showed up?"

"Yes," Carter said, her gaze flashing to Donovan.

"You don't have to say it," she said.

"I know, but I need to."

Link frowned in annoyance. "Are you doing that thing again where you both understand each other without actually saying anything?"

Carter chuckled, but didn't look at Link.

"I should have listened to you," Donovan said, his voice quiet.

"It's okay. He's safe," Carter reassured him.

Link rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"This is going to get old fast," he said.

Carter focused back on Link and nudged his knee with her shoe.

"You and Maddie have your own way of silently communicating."

Link pointed at her, his face defiant. "No, it's not the same. I can tell when she wants to say something or kiss me, but that's about it. You two have full blown conversations without saying anything. It's not natural."

Carter gave him a flat look. "Do you want to hear the rest of my information or keep nitpicking over the oddities of Donovan's and my relationship?"

"Information," he said, "But it's still odd."