I want to establish a timeline for Sang and Owen's relationship:

16 years old: Sang is chosen to train as Don's assassin

17 years old: Sang finished her training

17 and six months old: Sang and Owen meet as explained with the first flashback in chapter 2. Owen is 20 years old.

17 and nine months old: Sang and Owen meet as shown with the second flashback in chapter 2. 

18 years old: Sang and Owen sleep together for the first time. Owen is 21 years old.

19 years old: After sleeping with each other a lot, Sang and Owen establish a real relationship. Owen is 22 years old.

Current time: Sang is 20 years old while Owen is 23 years old. They have been dating for a year. This is where we are in the story. 

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I also would like to recommend the books 'Hidden Hearts' by 52Mila52 if you are looking for another Academy fanfic to read. It's complete and I really love it.

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Also, Sean's POV starts off as Owen walks out the door seen in chapter 1. 

Sean

A bird?!

I am so confused. . . 

These past few minutes have traumatized me. Owen BLUSHED, he got called ANGEL EYES and SUGAR LIPS by a bird! He SMILED, like a full on smile. He is DATING said bird for a long time it seems!

I never thought I would ever be thinking this, but has O-Man gotten himself a bird. Now, I'm hurt that he never told me. I thought that we were close, but I didn't know he was dating a bird. Much less attached enough to willingly be called those mushy nicknames and give her a nicknames. She called him OWEN!

Gabriel is the first to react, "What the fuck was that?"

Victor replies first, "It seems that Mr. B has found himself a bird?"

North scowled, "Why didn't he tell anyone?"

Nathan turns to me, "Did you know Doc?"

I shake my head, "No, but now I am wondering what type of bird would put up with Owen."

Luke broke out of his daydream, "Is he going to do what Kevin did to the Toma Team?"

I was now officialy troubled, but kept up the illusion of being fine, "I'm sure that Owen has an excuse for not telling us."

Silas comments, "But for Mr. B to be called Sugar Lips by a bird is something I never thought I would see. It has to be serious."

Gabe took a page out of North's book and scowled, "Then why haven't we fucking met her yet?!"

Victor shrugs, "The bird could have issues of her own. After all, she was in a position to get Kota out from the Albanian Mob, and we all heard her mention assignements, right?"

North glares pointlessly at the wall, "But she isn't Academy?"

I ask the question everyone was thinking, "Who is Owen's darling?"

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We all talked for a while about the situation. I did my best to soothe everyone who felt sort of betrayed by Owen's secret. There was always a wall between the boys and him, but this was too much. He knew that some of them had insecurity problems, yet he chose to keep his bird to himself. I did my best to fix it, but that was hard when I myself was feeling annoyed.

I decided to pay Owen a visit a bit earlier than what he told us to. We were going to have some words. I would stand by him no matter what, but hurting the others like he did, well, that changed things. He better have a damned good excuse.

I give Owen a warning by calling out before even entering his house, "O-MAN!"

No answer. I notice the foreign car in front and his unlocked door. It's not that the Blackbourne Estate isn't secure. It very much is with the Academy's help. I was just more than a little bit nervous about entering the house.

Sometimes, Owen felt more like a boss than anything. He gave us the keys to his place but it was for emergencies. I've only ever come here once and never again. I don't know, it's just that the place felt so empty and dark. I felt like I was trespassing. 

Now, I was still pretty hesitant, but for different reasons. Owen had said to meet him in FRONT of his house in half hour. I was early and about to enter said home. I also want to talk to him about his bird and who she is if she has access to Kota.

I hear noise coming from one of the rooms farther back and I continue forward, "O-man where are you? I still have questions for-. . ."

I stop talking as I view the scene before me. Owen was kissing- no, making out with a bird. It's only just short of porn and I just caught them. It's time to act confident and ignore the poor little embarrased bird.

I apologize, "Oh shit, I didn't know I was interrupting something."

Owen sighs and frowns, "Sean. . ."

I stare at him strangely, he just called me Sean. This is the second time in the past day. That's not normal. He has done it occasionally in the past when we are alone, but he's never seemed so relaxed. And it's obvious exactly what activities they were up to. Owen had a loosened tie and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. I then focused on the bird next to him and my breath was taken from me. That was the future Mrs. Green.

Wait, no! This must be Owen's darling. She can't be the future Mrs. Blackbourne! She's too adorable. I want one too!

The bird detached herself from Owen and gave me her hand in order to shake it, "I am Sang. You must be Dr. Sean Green."

Instead of shaking her hand, I kiss it, "Pleasure to meet you, pumpkin. Just call me Sean."

She giggles, "Do I look like a pumkin to you?"

I look and see Owen's glare, so I backtrack, "Not at all, Pookie."

Sang tilts her head to the side in a cute confused manner, "Pookie?"

I give her a smile, "Cute and adorable just like you."

Owen intervenes and says, "Well, Dr. Green-"

The little bird cut him off, "Sugar Lips, I know you can kiss well, but that doesn't apolgize for your attitude. You've known him for what? Over ten years, call him Sean."

I make a face, "Yeah, Owen, I thought you loved me!"

Owen sighed dramatically, "If I must, darling. Well, Sean, Kota is on the couch back there. He's out of it, but as a doctor."

Kota is here!

I push past them to check on my brother. We got him back rather quicbekly, but who knows what happened to him? I immediately start doing a regular check up. He seems fine: regular pulse, just several bruises that should heal normally. 

I need to check for a concussion, so I ask, "Where do you have any fragrences. . ."

Sang interrupted me, "I have so here."

She handed me the bottle and Owen gives her a look, "Why did you have that?"

Suddenly, my little pookie doesn't seem like a carefree adult, the shadows in her eyes that she tries so hard to keep supressed grows. Her big green eyes who had mischevious sparkle in them were suddenly darker than the darkness. What has the poor bird been through? 

She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong. She was sculpted to be her own hero when the world let her down, and she kept picking herself back up.

Where did that come from? I didn't know I had it in me to be a poet. Usually the most creative I get is with my nicknames. After all, you can give the same ones to different people. You must always come up with new ones. 

Pookie looks Owen straight in the eye, "You don't want to know."

And somehow, I believed her. I didn't want to know what put those shadows in her eyes. i just wanted to make them better and brighter, but that was not my place, not when it's my brother who has that place in her heart. 

I turn to Kota and place the strong scent under his nose. The smell should overwhelm his senses into waking up. I was right of course because well, I am a doctor for a reason. Kota came to almost immediately.

He starts coughing and pushes the bottle away from him. Owen comes over while Pookie stays to the side. I am still curious on how she got him out quite so easily and how she found him. But those questions could wait. My brother however could not.

I ask Pookie, "Could you get him a glass of water?" She nods and runs off. 

I turn to Owen, "We need to talk about keeping Sang a secret from us, Owen."

He groans, "I know, but it's more complicated than you think."

At this point, Kota spoke up, "Sean, Mr. B, how did I get here?"

Then, Pookie popped up again, "Here."

I take it and hand it to Kota who drinks it greedily. During the entire time he drinks, his eyes don't leave Sang. I see respect and infatuation build up in his eyes. I hate to be the one to break all his dreams. I wonder what happened between him and Pookie.

I attract Kota's attention from Sang and tell him, "Well, Kota, Sang here got you out. She's Owen's bird."

Kota's mouth opens and closes a couple times before he manages to get a word out, "Mr. B is dating someone!"

Sang leaning on Owen confirms, "Yup, Owen as you can call him, is my boyfriend."

When all eyes turn to her, she blushes and turns away, trying to sink into Owen. It's almost cute until I notice the blood on the back of her shirt. As she is wearing black, it isn't noticable and try to see if Kota saw it too.

It seems so because that's all Kota is focusing on, "So, Sang, thank you for saving my from that woman. I didn't like that look in here. Did doc check you out yet?"

She stiffens at his words and spins around, "Not necessary."

I frown and question, "What woman? What happened?"

Owen is giving Sang a look, "Darling. . ."

She huffs, "Fine, I had to step between Kota and Step-Bitch before she hurt him."

Our famous leader is glaring at the floor like it was this 'Step-Bitch' herself and if I was her, I would be running for the hills. It took a lot to get Owen angry, but when he was. . . It was a scary prospect, getting scarier every year as Owen grows older.

Owen hugs pookie close to him and she winces. He releases her immediately, "What did she do?"

Sang gives us a pathetic fake smile, "Nothing much, just kneeling."

I was about to point out the blood when Kota beats me to it, "Bullshit, I saw the metal whip."

I stare at Sang's back, "No, you are most defintely letting me check you out. Don't think I can't see the blood on your shirt. Next time do a better job at hiding it, Pookie."

She shrugs, "Fine."

And proceeds to take off her shirt. Several things happened suddenly. One Kota covered his eyes and tried to hide in the couch. Two Owen stepped forward to block our view of Pookie. Three Pookie just looked back at us noncholant.

Pookie states, "I have a tank top on."

Kota mumbles bright red, "Are you sure?"

I look around Owen and breathe a sigh of relief, "She was just taking off a top layer. Warn a man next time, Pookie!"

She gives me a smirk, "Why would I ever do that? I love seeing my Angel Eyes nearly blow a fuse."

Kota looks confused, "Angel Eyes?"

I explain, "Let me catch you up. So, we were trying to find you. Owen called up Sang here to get you out. Still don't know her connection, we will get to that later. Owen BLUSHED, called her Darling, got called Angel Eyes and Sugar Lips, then proceeded to leave with no explanations."

He looks stunned, "What? How? When?

I cut him off, "You can ask questions later. Don't think I forgot that I need to check you out, Pookie."

I hear a groan from behind Owen, "Is this completely necessary?"

I drag her out from behind our leader, "Yup."

She turns around for me and I gasp. How is she still standing? We need to go to the hospital! She is loosing blood and the wounds aren't closed. She needs stiches. Calm down, Sean, doctor mode remember.

Yeah no, I exclaim, "Owen, we need to go to the hospital now!"

I touch her back and Sang flinches away from my touch into Owen's, "No hospitals!"

I feel like yelling, she has to go, "It's necessary, Pookie."

She shakes her head, "If you bring me to the hospital might as well kill me because they will if you don't."

I ask, "Who pookie?"

"My bosses," she replies shortly.

I sigh, "I'll do my best. If I put in stiches could you come back here to get them taken out."

Pookie nods, "I have the next couple of days off."

Owen smiles brightly, "Really? Why?"

She gives him a hug, "Boss is heading out and he is the only one who can give me the assignments. As long as Don doesn't show up, it's fine. Greg or Step-Bitch can't come after me."

Owen finally takes a look at Sang's wounds and his face becomes an image of fury, "You said that your step-mother did this."

She nods, "Step-bitch."

Owen hands Sang to me, "I am going to talk to some people."

Sang holds on to him, "Whatever you are thinking, you can't Owen."

He runs his hands through his hair frustrated, "She's getting worse."

She gives him a peck on the lips, "Our plan is nearly accomplished, we cannot blow it now."

I interrupt, "I need to treat you, remember?"

Pookie lies down on the couch and I proceed to flirt with her despite Owen's glaring which is pretty brave of me after all. 

We are interrupted by a shout, "Where are you, Sean?"

Owen groans, it seems like the entire gang is here.

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