Mark Bryce the head scientist of The Organization; played by Matt Bomer 😊

Movie 🎥 Mission: Impossible (1996)

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  "Your ankle is fully healed," Sullivan smiled at me, putting my leg back down on the bed. "Have you been doing those stretching and strengthening exercises I told you about?" he inquired.

"Yeah I have, and it has helped me tremendously," I grinned at him, while he nodded in response, an approving smile curving into his lips.

"Good, now off you go," he said busily, shooing me away while I laughed softly and left his room.

"Thanks Sullivan!" I yelled, getting a smile and a 'thumbs up' from him in response. I left the hospital wing with a smile on my face. I was happy that I could finally start training again, and swimming, but mostly, walking without crutches. However, my smile quickly disappeared when I heard a deep familiar voice speak up from beside me.

"What's got you smiling like a creepy pervert?" Harry snickered, walking alongside me as I rolled my eyes at him.

  Our relationship has gotten slightly better, after that one night he cuddled with me. Now, every other night he'd always attempt to hold me. I never questioned him about it, or tried talking to him about it, as he never brings it up. Plus, I'm slightly scared of how he'd react if I did bring it up; he's always so unpredictable.

What's also strange is that every night he holds me while I sleep, I don't have nightmares. I've never slept better in the twenty-three years of my life, than I did during the last few days of the week. But, even though he's gentle with me while we're sleeping, he's still that arrogant asshole I met a month ago. Wow, a month ago. Time sure does fly.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," Harry smirked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I blushed furiously, realizing I was staring at him the whole time while I was thinking.

"Shut up," I scowled, shoving his arm, only for him to shove me back with much force. His shove caused me to stumble and bump into a hard chest.

"I'm sorr- Blake?" I stared up at him with wide eyes as he looked down at me with a faint smile.

"Hi Scarlett," he grinned, chuckling quietly under his breath before walking away down the hallway I just came from. I was still a bit baffled by what had just happened. It's been a while since I spoke to Blake; he seemed to have moved on from pestering me. I always see him with a girl by his side; different day, different girl. It saddens me to see he's gone back to his same old routine, instead of trying to find someone else to try to put effort in, like he did with me.

"Are you thirsty for him too?" Harry's accented voice snapped me back to reality, making my infamous scowl appear again. "Stop scowling so much, it lowers your attractiveness."

"So what you're saying is, I'm attractive when I'm not scowling?" I smirked playfully, grinning as he rolled his eyes.

"The only thing I find attractive about you is that sexy arse of yours," he turned to look at me, that seductive smirk of his growing on his lips as I rolled my eyes, blushing nevertheless.

"Oh wow, thanks," I responded sarcastically.

"And what do you find attractive about me?" he questioned with a hint of a smirk. I looked at him and frowned. Oh everything.

"Who said I find you attractive?" I arched an eyebrow at him as we entered the mess hall. My eyes scanned the room for Louis and Dexter, my face forming a frown when I noticed they weren't there.

"Don't play dumb with me. I remember how you threw yourself at me, practically shoving your tongue down my throat," he snickered while I stared at him with my jaw hanging.

"Well, I remember you practically groping my bum whenever we kissed," I shot back, sitting down at an empty table, Harry joining me, to my surprise.

"Hmm yeah well don't forget that time you jerked me off against my own will," he retorted as I scoffed.

"Your own will? I never heard you protesting! I made you cum in less than 30 seconds!" I snapped, not noticing how close we were sitting next to each other. "Don't lie. You enjoyed it." I pointed a finger at him while he shook his head, his curls bouncing as he did so.

"It was alright. But I've received better from myself," he gave me a cocky smile, while I let out a short laugh.

"Sure. Harry Jr. told me otherwise," I smiled smugly as he stared at me with amused eyes, before letting out a low chuckle. His short laughter caused me to laugh as well; his perfect laugh was way too contagious.

"Stop calling my cock Harry Jr.," he chuckled, trying to seem serious and irritated but failing as I continued to laugh.

"No," I refused, giggling softly before my eyes met a pair of icy cold ones. "Blaze," I greeted her coldly, watching her as she sat down in front of me with an amused smile.

"Lil' Bitch," she grinned fakely at me, digging into her lasagna while Jade joined her.

"Hey Scarlett!" Jade greeted me cheerfully, smiling widely before she turned to Harry. "Shithead," she greeted him too, while I laughed softly.

"Skank," he responded gruffly, not bothering to look up as my jaw dropped. But by the look on Jade's face, I could tell this was normal.

"So Scarlett, Harry Jr.?" she questioned, laughing when she saw my horrified expression.

"You head that?" I groaned, hiding my face behind my hands. "I was drunk okay?" I grumbled, as she continued to laugh while I blushed madly.

"Oh, you must've gotten laid with Harry then."

"No! Nothing happened!" I yelled immediately, glaring at Jade while she chuckled. This was so embarrassing. I glanced at Harry, noticing he was too busy studying some files instead of listening in on our conversation. I wanted to tell Jade I would've gotten raped instead of laid if Harry didn't save me. I didn't try to talk to her about how her girlfriend almost got me raped, only because I know Jade would defend her at all costs, she's stubborn like that. "What's that?" I asked Harry curiously, eyeing the papers he held in his hands.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," I responded, trying to get a glimpse of what he was reading, but he snatched the papers away and stuffed them into a folder. He checked his wristwatch for a second before turning to face me.

"I've got a mission in five minutes. I'll be back tonight," he informed me shortly before he stood up to leave. I grabbed his arm before he could move, looking him straight in the eye.

"Be careful," I whispered worriedly. He simply scoffed, tugging his hand from my grip before he left.

A heavy sigh pushed past my lips as I tried to push away the worry that attempted to flood my brain. The last time Harry told me he was going for a mission, he returned with a broken rib. I didn't know where I got this sudden worry for him, I didn't know why I cared about him but I just did.

"He'll be alright," Jade spoke softly to me, offering me a faint smile. I just shrugged, looking up as I did so. My expression fell when I saw Seth making his way towards our table. I automatically got up and walked away, heading over to where Louis and Dexter were sitting.

"Lettie!" Dexter greeted me with a toothy grin. "How's your ankle?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

"It's finally healed!" I exclaimed happily while they cheered. "Yeah, I can finally start training," I grinned.

"That's awesome!" Louis told me, pushing a plate with his favorite chocolate on it, towards me as I looked at him with a smile. "So, how's living with Harry?" he asked me quietly, curiosity lacing his tone.

"It's alright," I shrugged, stabbing the chocolate cake with a spoon.

"Is he abusive?" Dexter asked me suddenly, I shook my head immediately but they both gazed at me skeptically.

"Only sometimes," I said in a small voice as looks of anger took over their happy expressions. "Look okay, you can't expect him to be all nice and gentle with me, how else he going to toughen me up?" I tried to reason with them, I was slightly shocked for defending Harry all of a sudden. "Think about it, you guys got beaten up while attending the course to become a fully trained assassin. Your mentors never took it easy on you," I said, as they nodded slightly, agreeing with me.

"I see your point, but-"

"But what Louis? He's Harry Styles. He won't go easy on me just because I'm Russell's daughter, and I'm glad because I hate it that everyone treats me differently just for that reason," I scowled slightly, before shoveling chocolate cake into my mouth. "Just let it go," I muttered softly, looking up at both of them with pleading eyes. "I can take care of my self."

"We know that Scarlett," Louis responded in a soft voice, looking at Dex before turning back to face me. "We just want to watch out for you. We both had little sisters we had to leave once we joined The Organization. We can't help it if we feel that same brotherly love for you," he said sheepishly while his words warmed my heart up. They were pretty much like family to me now, and I am ever so grateful to have both of them in my life.

"Aw, I feel so loved," I smiled uncontrollably, feeling my eyes tear up a little. "This is so touching, I'm literally crying," I laughed breathlessly, wiping the corners of my eyes. Dexter from beside me engulfed me in a hug, I hugged him back before pulling away to go over and hug Louis too.

"Alright enough of all this sentimental shit." Our moment was ruined by the one and only, Blaze. "Get your asses to Vlad, he's searching for people for missions," she told them and they immediately scrambled away, jumping from their seats, yelling goodbye to me, before sprinting off. Blaze shot me a nasty glare before leaving.

A small humorous chuckle left my lips; I stood up and left the mess hall. After wandering around the halls for a little while, I decided to go visit Liam in the labs. During the last month, I had easily learnt my way around hear, remembering where every place was situated in this huge underground facility. I had a complicated brain.

"Liam," I greeted him softly, smiling at him warmly as he spun from his little experiment.

"Scarlett! I haven't seen you in a while," he laughed lightly, pulling me into a quick hug. Liam was a very friendly person. Very sweet too, always kind to everyone and was a tremendously caring person. This world needs more people like Liam.

"I know, I've been stuck in the apartment for the last week now," I groaned, talking a seat on his chair as he took his goggles off and set them aside. "My ankle was sprained. A grade 2 sprain," I rolled my eyes.

"Ouch. Must've hurt," he commented as I laughed, agreeing with him. "But I heard you kicked Blaze's butt!" he exclaimed, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"I did for a while until she fought back. She's more experienced that I am," I shrugged sheepishly.

"Yeah true. I also heard Harry's your mentor now, and you live with him. How's that going?" he chuckled as my expression fell a little. People were talking about me living with Harry? Don't they have anything else better to do in their lives? Did they find it interesting that Russell's daughter is living with the guy he used to train ever since he was 3?

"It's...alright," I muttered sheepishly, making him laugh even louder.

"It's a pain in the ass isn't it? Excuse my language," he quickly added as I chuckled at his adorableness.

Living with Harry is a pain in the ass. Most of the time he uses up the water, leaving me none and he always liked to take two or three showers a day, so he'd practically force himself to shower with me. Hogs the TV, hogs the blanket, hogs pretty much everything. He also loved to eat a lot, always creating a mess in the kitchen, commanding me to clean it up because he's too much of a lazy sloth to do it himself.

"Yes, he is," I said, shaking my head.

"Where is he now?" Liam asked curiously.

"He left to go on a mission, he said he'll return tonight," I informed him, standing up from my seat as I walked around, examining the apparatus set up for the experiment he was doing before I arrived.

"Oh okay," he nodded, sitting down on his chair and turning his laptop on.

"Liam?" I spoke up.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know how much money Harry makes?" I asked, curiosity lacing my tone. "Like I don't know how it works, but I was just curious," I rambled as he frowned in thought.

"I remember Harry telling me this, he killed around a hundred and fifty people in the past three months alone, and had or has I guess a net income of more than twenty million dollars," he explained as my jaw literally dropped to the floor.

"Holy shit! Twenty million!?" I exclaimed, completely astonished and impressed. "Damn," I breathed. "That's a lot."

"Yeah sure is," he chuckled. "He's really good at his job, and when you're good at being an assassin, you get higher pay," he explained. "The better you are, the more missions you get to do, which means you get paid more," he told me as I nodded. "We all get pretty well-paid here. The nurses, doctors, scientists, engineers, everyone," he said, waving his hand as he stared at his laptop.

"Wow. That's good I guess," I murmured, nodding to myself with raised eyebrows. What really could he do with that sort of money? He lived here so he didn't need to pay rent or anything, he didn't have family, not that I knew of, to support. The only thing he would use money for is to buy food and clothes. Other than that everything is pretty much provided. Maybe he's saving up for when he retires.

"So, tell me about yourself Scarlett," Liam spoke up, bringing me out of my thoughts. I walked over to him, noticing the chair he pulled up for me, and sat down on it.

"Well, what would you like to know?" I chuckled.

"Everything, I assume. Like, what were you doing before you came to The Organization?" he asked, his expression full of curiosity and genuine interest.

"Okay, I was attending university for the second time, to get my bachelors degree in Chemistry," I started out. I wonder if I should tell him about my drug-dealing business. It wouldn't really matter if I did, since Spencer probably thinks I'm dead and I'll be living here and killing people for the rest of the life, it's not going to change anything if people know.

"I was also manufacturing methamphetamine with my bestfriend, who was a dealer and a college dropout and makes fabulous cupcakes," I sped up a little bit as I spoke my last sentence, making Liam's eyes go wide with surprise.

"Whoa, slow down!" he exclaimed. "Wait, so you used to cook meth? Why?" he asked, making me frown.

"Well, the reason that got me to start this business at first was to help my dog, Bilbo Baggins, who lost his leg to a car accident. But sadly he passed away," I pouted slightly, my heart hurting slightly when I recalled the memories I had with my loving twelve year-old beagle.

"Really? That's so cute!" he laughed while I smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry about your dog though," he gave me a sad smile as I whispered a small 'thank you'.

"Yeah I was nineteen at the time. Plus I could've used the extra money for rent and stuff. Later on, I had this dream to go to Caltech but my Dad never let me for some reason, I always thought it was because of the money. So, that became a reason too," I shrugged, growing oddly quiet when I mentioned my father.

"Rest in peace, Russell Jones," Liam murmured under his breath, making me look up at him with a ghost of a sad smile.

"Rest in peace, Dad," I whispered. "Umm Liam?" I spoke up timidly, after a minute of silence. "Could you not tell anyone about what I just told you?" I asked him quietly while he nodded with a faint smile.

We chatted for another whole hour; before he took me to an empty lab space where I set up the equipment I needed to cook meth. I told him about my method of making crystalized blue meth, just like Heisenberg, and he was really fascinated by it. He insisted on me making it, walking him through the process of its production. He didn't want to try it; he just wanted to see how it's made because it intrigued him, and the way I made it to turn out blue and pure. It felt strange but good too in a way, making meth reminded me a lot about Spencer, which was painful.

"I'll see you tomorrow Liam!" I yelled at him as I walked towards the exit.

"Sure. Bye Scarlett!" he shouted back with a grin, waving at me.

I spent the rest of my night having dinner at Louis and Dexter's apartment. They insisted on inviting me there since I was all alone tonight in the apartment, without Harry. They made a lovely Italian-inspired dinner, along with some delicious chocolate mousse as dessert. After dinner we all had a movie night, re-watching old classics like Jaws and Ghostbusters. It was midnight by the time our movie night finished, I bid them goodbye and left for my apartment around 12:15, finishing my night routine and in bed at around 12:45.

I snuggled under the warm covers of the bed, pulling them up to my chin as I shuffled around until I was comfortable. A horrible feeling settled into my stomach when my eyes lingered around the empty space where Harry would be sleeping usually. I'm definitely getting nightmares tonight. Harry was still out, which means he won't be here to help me with calming down. I don't entirely need his help since I had my pills if I get a panic attack, but I was always preferred it when Harry was there to soothe me. Guess I'm on my own tonight.

My eyes reluctantly closed, my breathing slowing down as my body prepared for sleep, only to be under the control of another horrendous nightmare.

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Harry's not gonna be there to help Scarlett.
Or will he? 😉😊

-Y'all are gonna love the next chapter, I can tell ya that!

-just an early warning: I will be going on hiatus when school starts in September, which means I won't be online as much to take in reading requests or update frequently 😓I apologize for this but hey, school's my priority.

-hope y'all are doing fine. I'm doing okay-ish, having too many negative thoughts, but I'm trying to get through. I love you guys to the fridge and back 💕

Until we meet again...

~T