Fox woke with a start, the room was flooded with light, and she was on a feather bed with velvet covers. She rubbed her eyes, hoping it was a dream, for the past few months she'd been sleeping on a make-shift cot, with her friend Jackle, in barely unlivable conditions. She turned and saw that her skin-tight outfit was folded up on the chair in the corner...tattered and spotted with blood, it was barely anything now. "Wait a minute, if my clothes are over there...what am I....?" She mumbled and looked under the maroon covers, and to her surprise... "Ack!" She looked to her clothes again and saw her underwear and bra. "What pervert did this?" She muttered and looked to the end of the bed to see an unsuspecting, as well as sleeping Duo. Seeing as they'd only met 5 months ago, and her training had brainwashed her from her past, she didn't remember him...so, poor Duo. "Pervert!" She screamed and kicked her foot up, knocking him to the floor and back to reality. "Ow! What the fuck?" He held his head, and looked at the bandaged brunette, clutching the blankets around her pale body. "You could've at least put clothes on me! Even a pair of boxers and a tank, I'm not going for a fashion statement, y'know!" The door swung open and another brunette followed by a blonde rushed in. "Duo, what happened?" Quatre asked as he rushed to his friend's side "She woke up...that's what." He groaned, and felt the bump on his head. Trowa went to the girl's side, and rubbed her shoulders, soothing her. "Now you know how to treat a lady..." She smirked and enjoyed the massage. She turned around and gazed into his deep green eyes, and smiled. "Seeing as my legs are bandaged, and I shouldn't walk, can you take me to get some clothes?" He nodded and watched Quatre kiss the bump on Duo's head. "Ow, man she's got a kick!" He groaned as Trowa picked her up, bundled in a blanket, and took her to his room, soon she came out clad in a pair of his jeans and her sport's bra. "Much better." She shuffled to the couch, still a bit pained, but smiling. "So, how did you find me?" She asked as he sat down besides her, she couldn't resist so she ran her fingers through his bangs, soft. "We found you lying in a smoldering heap of a capital building that had just exploded." He said, shooing her hand away from his bangs. "Touchy. Well, wouldn't it figure, my explosives should be the end of me." She mumbled. "YOUR explosives? What do you mean?" He asked, remembering the tattoo on her calf, a Fox. "I'm a...well...I was a member of 'The Pack'. But now I can't go back, if they think I'm dead, I can start again. This is a god-awful war, y'know." She muttered, picking at the band-aid on her arm. "I know...but do you know what 'The Pack' is in this war?" "No, I've been trained to shoot first, ask questions later, and follow orders. I have no idea what this war is, all I know is I'm part of it. Me and Fox." Trowa held her by the shoulders and made her look him in the eye. "You are the enemy in this war. 'The Pack' is publicly known as a gang of no good rebels with no cause in this war but destruction. She looked at him and thought "The Pack...Jackle, do they think I'm dead?"
"Oh Fox...you can't be dead..." Jackle mourned as he lay on their cot, breathing in the scent of her perfume...pretending she was there.
End of Part 5