The waves crashing on the shore, rough and tumbling, reflected just how Alex felt at that moment. She was going to stay here. He didn't know why he thought Meg would have wanted to come back with him. She had a whole life here. She was safe and happy, now that Angel was gone. She was…

walking up behind him.

His muscles tensed and his scar ached. Her Soft footfalls sounded.

"Don't attack me or anything. Please."

He squeezed his eyes shut. Couldn't she just leave him alone?

"I told you not to follow me." He frowned and grumbled. She scoffed.

"Oh please. Alex, you told Giova. Not me. Plus would I have ever listened to you? Have I ever listened to you?" Meghan smiled, staring at his hunched back. Earlier she wouldn't look at him. Now the situation was reversed.

"Alex?" He didn't respond. Meghan sighed inwardly and looked around, focusing on the blue-green waves as they moved. Rushing in towards the shore, falling back towards the orange sun. Kicking off her sandals, Meghan ran into the surf. "Come on Alex! How can you be in California and not want to get in the water?"

He didn't smile. "Meghan." He looked up slowly. She stood in the water, the hem of her white dress clinging to her knees, the waves crashing up around her legs. Strands of her auburn hair flittered in her face, and the setting sun caught the sparkles in her green eyes, making them shine and glint, mischievously. She was beautiful. "Meg." He started again "I am not getting in the water."

"Please?" She bit her lower lip, and with her pleading eyes watching, he complied. Leaning down, he pulled off his shoes and socks and waded out to meet her. He stopped and stood directly in front of her, towering over her. He looked down into her eyes. "Alex." She murmured. "I am not staying here. I am going to London. I am going with you." And then a large wave crashed into her, knocking her straight into his arms.

It was fate. And who was he to argue with fate? So he leaned down and kissed her.

It was gentle at first, Lips meeting lips, brushing over one another time and time again, until Meghan reached up and tangled her fingers into his sandy hair. She leaned in and deepened the kiss. He smiled against her mouth. And when they pulled apart, she looked up into his brown eyes.

"I love you Alex Rider. Always and Forever." She grinned. And then she tackled him, pulling him down into the waves. She never did fight fair.

And that's the end. Since none of you liked it, I guess I won't write anything more about Meghan and Alex. Or Lainey and Matt. But, I mean, look at how much they fight. And Meghan won't just retire from spying, and Alex probably won't be pleased about that. But I guess y'all don't care about Meghan anymore.

You can prove me wrong.

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