Dravon POV..

My patience with Treakle was almost spent as she continued hide Miranda's personality. She refused to hold Edmunds hand when we walked through Truro, she sat in a single seat on the bus to Newquay, and I just knew she was about to ask the B&B owner for separate rooms.

"Alrighty, your room is down the hall, first door on the left." The man with the name of "Charlie" handed me the key. "And if you need anything love, don't hesitate to ask." He shot Treakle a knowing glance.

I scoffed at his assumption. What could he possible give Tree that I can't?

Protection? I'd like to see that. Safety? Unlikely. Comfort? Well, I guess... But Charlie looks like he could die at any moment.

Treakle smiled at him politely and walked away without another glance at me. Huffing, I followed her. When we were in our room my calm façade dropped. She stood by the window looking out at the beach below us.

"What the hell is your damn problem? Do you not get how important this mission is? Do you know how important this part of the mission is?" I marched to her and pulled her shoulder back, "Darling I'm talking to you."

Treakle glared at me, but did nothing to defend herself. Her jaw twitched with anger.

"Can you please play your part," I continued, "If the rebels don't believe we are who we pretend to be we might as well turn ourselves in."

Her eyes dropped to the hand that still rested on her shoulder. "Edmund would never lat a finger on Miranda, and here you are with five. Don't talk to me about acting like our characters, Jacob!" She brushed my hand off and sauntered into the bathroom. I heard the lock click.

I sighed and sat on the queen bed. When will she get over the stupid Jacob thing? The waves crashing on the cliffs lulled me into a half sleep. This means I was barely aware when Treakle opened the bathroom door some minutes later, and called my name softly. She tip toed to the bed and tapped my arm.

"Hey, you awake?"

Had I been fully in control of my body I would have made some snide comment. However, instead, I just curled away from her.

Her voice was further away when she spoke again, "I'm going to the beach."

Next thing I knew I was dreaming of my level six initiation. Rech and Annabel were there, as was my mother. She sat in the very front row and was in tears as I received my new identification card. It was probably the best dream I ever had. But the whole time I was expecting someone to pop up and ruin my happy ending. When my eyes fluttered open my heart momentarily stopped as I realized it was just a dream.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and sat up. The eerie silence that only occurs when something bad was happening forced me of the bed.

"Randa?" I called, my heart racing. What if they captured her when I was asleep? How am I supposed to go one without her? "Miranda, you in here?" I searched in the bathroom, whipping back the shower curtain. I looked under the bed and behind curtains in the main room. She was gone.

Without closing our door I sprinted the fifty or so meters to the front desk. Charlie was watching some soap opera on a portable tele. I skidded to a stop and slammed my palm on the little bell he had on the desk.

"Did Miranda leave?" I asked feigning tiredness. That sprint was nothing for Dravon, but Edmund hated running.

Charlie glared at me for a second before remembering I was a paying customer. "I'm not sure."

I took a deep breath, "Charlie, don't play with me. I don't know why you think I'd ever hurt her, but you're crazy. I love her and I'd protect her from every threat known to man. If you know she left please tell me." Tears welled in my eyes, shocking me. I never got so involved with my characters so fast.

A frightening thought struck me. Maybe that's not Edmund talking... Maybe its me.

Dravon.

I shook the ludicrous thought away. Treakle couldn't possibly mean that much to me.

Charlie chewed his lips and analyzed me with his eyes. "She left about an hour ago."

"Do you have any idea where she went? Did anyone leave before or after her that looks even a tad suspicious?" I went into interrogating mode. Which is just crazy, Edmund despises excessive questioning.

He turned off the portable tele and interlaced his fingers. "You guys are the only ones who came in through that door today. And she's the only one to leave." He leaned forward, "Is there something I need to know about you? Because if some crazy attack is going to happen I'd like to know."

I laughed, trying to make it sound realistic, "No sir, we're from London, got to be safe."

He gave me an unsure nod and replied, "It looked like she was going to the beach. She had a bag with her that held a towel." He kissed his teeth and turned back on his tele ending the conversation.

"Thanks," I rang his bell one more time before sprinting the block to the beach. I looked over the railing and searched for her head. The beach was maybe 200 feet or so below, but it was mainly empty. I spotted her sitting on a towel near the water. I skipped steps as I ran down to the sand.

Third Person POV..

Sand seeped into Edmunds sneakers as he took heavy steps towards his beloved. At the last few steps Miranda turned around, hearing his approach. Her face lit into a glowing smile. She scrambled up and ran away from him.

"Catch me if you can," she laughed to him, speeding up her pace. Her blue sundress billowed in the wind in the same fashion as her wavy hair. Edmund smirked with determination.

Miranda reached the ocean stopping just at the water's edge. As she was turning with a triumphant smirk, Edmund caught up knocking them into a wave.

"Eddie!" she shrieked angrily when they surfaced, however she couldn't hide her smile.

He smirked down at her shaking out his hair, "I love you."

Another chilly wave crashed into them, immersing them in a light green world. Miranda spat the water in her mouth at Edmunds face.

"That is so gross," he laughed wiping his face. Miranda stared up at him with absolute adoration. The two stayed lying in the water until another wave, colder than the first two, covered them once again. "Hey, I don't want you to get sick. Let's go back to the B&B and get warm." Edmund said lifting Miranda up bridal style.

Dravon POV..

I watched her chest rise with every slow breath. Occasionally her eyes would flutter as something happened in her dream, but otherwise everything was still and peaceful. She slept on her left side with her arm underneath her head. We were discussing random nonsense in our sleepy stupor that I didn't even remember what was said.

The sun was setting over the beach just outside our window. It felt like my dream from earlier had carried on throughout my day. A near perfect day, aside from the London Eye incident.

I was awoken from my sleep when the room phone shrilly rang. Opening my eyelids slightly I could easily tell it wasearly afternoon. Treakle and I had slept away our second day. I swung my arm over and answered.

"Hello?" my voice was thick with sleep.

"Hello Mr. Miller, this is Charlie from the front desk, you have a visitor. Would you like me to send him up or would you like to come meet him?"

I bolted upright, "I uh, what's his name?"

"Jim Marlow."

Rech.

That's his code name.

"No, no, I'll be down in a minute. Thank you Charlie."

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"I can't believe you're alright! We haven't heard from you in months! You had us all very worried-" I stopped myself from going on. How creepy did I want to sound?

We had asked Charlie if we could talk in an empty room so there was no need to talk in code.

Rech smiled at me and sat on the bed. "I've wanted to contact you for a long time, but you know I couldn't risk it."

I sat in the chair on the other side of the bed and leant forward. "So, are you going to see Treakle?"

He let out a gust of air and shook his head, "I want to, but I just can't. I know she'll hate me if she knows I saw you but it's important."

"I understand sir."

"Watch your back. This isn't Hollywood as you know."

I nodded.

"The good guys aren't always the best. We don't always come out on top. Sometimes our best isn't enough and our loved ones die. The rebels aren't stupid enough to hire some bloke off the street that has big muscles. No, they will have trained killers..." Rech drifted into memories.

As rude as it was, Treakle was in the room next door unprotected. Time was truly of the essence. "Rech, I need you to get to the point."

"Oh, yes, yes." He shook his head, "Just be careful. Please, protect my baby. I'd like to meet her one day."

I felt my face harden, "I promise nothing will happen to her, sir. For some reason sir..." Should I tell him?

"Yes Dravon?" Rech suddenly looked very interested in what I had to say.

"I have found I am extremely protective of her. I don't know why, but whenever someone hurts her, I just go crazy. I feel hurt myself, as if I was personally hit. And it all started when I wasn't even being myself. I was Jacob. Which makes sense, but why do I still have that protective urge? It should have gone away when I went out of character."

Rech smiled the biggest knowing smile I'd ever seen. "You love her." He said simple.

"Uh, what?" I replied.

"You love her. When a spy becomes unbearably protective of someone it can only mean one thing. Love. We're practically sub-human, so normal human emotions are rare for us to feel. We don't feel them because we can fake so many emotions from going under cover we can't feel as normal humans do." He paused for me to answer, but I was speechless, "So we don't know what love feels like, we just feel protective. Understand?"

I nodded.

It all makes sense.

I love Treakle Mint Kemp.

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