Last chapter. Tried not to keep you guys waiting as long this time. Still took me like a month. I'm so busy.

Don't get too excited about the guy at the door. I really just needed a place to break the chapter.

"Good evening Miss Han," said Vega Maldonado, idly tossing back a long braid of hair.

"What the hell do you want?" spit Juri, disgust etched in her face and voice.

"Tsk…such language from such a pretty face, well…pretty if it weren't missing a little something –" tittered Vega, wagging a finger at Juri's eye patch. Juri flushed an angry pink, and Chun-Li couldn't help but flush angrily as well, repulsed not only by Vega's presence, but that he would make a personal remark at Juri's disability.

Juri's fists shook and Vega's patronizing hand was struck out of the way with a ringing slap.

"I'll break your hand next time," hissed Juri, as Vega drew back and regarded the angry welt on his hand with a glare. "Now I'll ask you again princess, what the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to leave tonight."

"I was indeed, but what with the intruder on the loose in the facility, I thought perhaps I could be of some service in tracking them down." He adjusted his trademark blades, and Chun-Li's stomach clenched. They were not his usual set, but one intricately carved with the head of a red bull. He looked decidedly casual otherwise, wearing slacks, a yellow and red striped vest and a loose lavender shirt.

"Wow," said Juri, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're being loads of help standing here in my doorway."

"Ever quick to condemn my dear, I—"

"I am not putting up with your sickening sweet-talk Vega!" Juri shouted, rising to the balls of her feet to stand up to Vega's height. "Either tell me what you're here for or get the fuck out of my sight!"

"Well, someone seems a little paranoid without their favorite toy," said Vega, tapping below his left eye. He reached into his vest and pulling out a small, square object.

"I found this in the containment room where the men were killed," he said, handing it to Juri. "Among other things, a handgun, flashlight, the like. They've all been taken of course, but I thought I'd snatch these for you before anyone else got a look at them."

Chun-Li watched in horror as Juri opened her Interpol badge, showing her name, photo, and the warrant bearing Juri's name.

There was a pause, Juri's expression unreadable.

"Interpol's been after me for months you twat," she said finally. "How is this anything new? You wanna arrest me or something because you've got my warrant? I oughta frame this."

"You're quick to ignore the significance of Miss Xiang's presence in this incident," said Vega, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh haven't you got some beef with her or something?" said Juri folding her arms. "I read your files. Didn't she kick the shit out of you in her apartment a few years back? How'd that feel? Getting your ass handed to you by a woman coming out of the shower? Wish I coulda been there."

Chun-Li saw rage ripple across Vega face, his hands tensing momentarily, but he regained his composure, fiddling again with his claw.

"My business with Miss Xiang is nothing of your concern," he said calmly. "However, your business with the woman however certainly is…"

"Oh do tell," drawled Juri. "Don't tell me Vega, you've found my stash of nude pictures of her?"

"Funny," said Vega. "Miss Xiang is known for neatly and efficiently subduing her enemies. She's the moral type to rather capture than kill if she can help it. And yet all three men were found dead. The whole scene was rather…messy, not up to Miss Li's usual, proficient standards."

"I find it fascinating that you are so well-informed of the techniques 'Miss Xiang' uses to take down her enemies," droned Juri. "I'm sure it helps you sleep at night to know that if you meet her in a dark alley somewhere she's not going to smash your pretty face in when she arrests you. That way you can still be popular with the boys in pris—"

"Enough!" snarled Vega, his composure finally cracking as he seized Juri by the shoulders. "The rest of the facility might turn a blind eye to your antics, but I'm not a fool! Those bodies were your handiwork Han! You can't play dumb with me! Don't act as if you could care less as if Chun-Li was –"

He paused. Juri had involuntarily but visibly gasped in pain when he had grabbed her injured shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise as they to roved where her shirt had slid down from her shoulder to reveal the gauze pad, now redder beneath his hand.

His expression of surprise vanished as he suddenly relinquished his hold and crumpled to the floor knees with a howl of pain. Juri's knee had shot straight to his groin.

"You...bitch!" he snarled from the floor, slashing wildly at Juri's ankles with his claw, his other hand clutching what was left of his manhood. Juri raised a heel and smashed it down upon wrist, and Chun-Li winced as she heard the break of bone; the hand bearing his claw going limp. Juri planted a foot on Vega's face and grabbed his braid, forcing his head up as he gasped in pain.

"Give me a reason," she snarled. "Give me one fucking reason. Now listen you little bitch. I don't care what your deal is with Chun-Li, but this is my facility, and my rules. If you find her, you don't touch her."

"Hah! Your facility?" hissed Vega. "Lord Bison is the one truly in control of S.I.N! He only lets you live and play at being a little queen because you control that Feng Shui toy. Once you're not –"

"Yeah, so why don't you run along home to Lord Bison" sneered Juri. "Now that I've got his Dolls I'm sure he needs an asshole for his psycho dick."

"You bitch you –"

A kick to the stomach sent Vega sprawling out into the hallway and out of Chun-Li's line of sight.

"You get the hell out of here Vega!" she screamed. "I don't want to see your ugly-ass face again!" She slammed the door with such force it rattled the doors of the closet.

There was a pause in which Juri stared at the closed door, her body and face tensed with rage. Then with a cry of anger Juri spun around and flung the contents of her dresser to the floor. She raised a leg and lashed out at the drawers, the wood splintering beneath her feet as she flung their contents out; her nail polish and her Taekwondo trophies clattering to the floor.

She threw the pillows from her bed and struck out at the nightstand, nearly splitting it in two as she picked up the lamp threw it across the room where it shattered.

Juri turned to the broken dresser stared at herself in the mirror, tears of rage streaming from her visible eye. She ripped the eyepatch off her face.

Chun-Li stared through the slats at Juri's reflection, and saw what she had always imagined but never actually seen. Juri's fingers reached to touch the cheek just below, as if hoping something would materialize in the empty space.

"Weak…" she hissed, disgust in her voice. "Fucking weak…"

Chun-Li slowly opened the door of the closet.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Juri yelled, covering the left half of her face.

Chun-Li thought, in some sense, she understood. Vulnerability was what Juri feared above all things. The eye protected her from that. Made her fearless, empowered, a veritable goddess in her own mind. Vulnerability had cost her too much in the past. The Feng Shui Engine not only replaced what such weakness had cost her, it protected her from ever having to be helpless again. Weakness had lost her too much. With the Engine, not only was Juri empowered; she was protected.

Being rendered into something less than a position of absolute dominance and control, even by some minor inconvenience, without her precious Feng Shui Engine to maintain her power, she couldn't cope.

Nothing in her training had ever prepared Chun-Li for a woman like Juri.

Chun-Li bent to pick up the fallen eypatch that Juri had cast aside, and held it out to her.

"That's the second time you've gotten hurt for me," said Chun-Li quietly.

Juri grabbed the cloth from Chun-Li with one hand, the other still covering her face.

"Don't look," she repeated, turning away.

Chun-Li obliged, as Juri replaced the patch over her eye.

"Did you see?" she asked.

"No," Chun-Li lied. "You're bleeding," she said quickly. The whole shoulder of Juri's shirt was stained red from her re-opened wound.

"You could…actually help this time," said Juri, regarding her bleeding shoulder with a pained expression.

Chun-Li ran to the bathroom and flung open the medicine cabinet. She saw the roll of gauze and bandages and grabbed them, along with the still damp washcloth from Juri's shower.

"Sit up," she said to Juri, who had fallen back onto the bed. "You'll get blood on the sheets."

Juri muttered disgruntledly and rolled back upward, groaning. "If I had my eye…" she muttered. Chun-Li pulled away Juri's now bloody hand to see the entire sleeve of the shirt soaked with blood.

"Fuuckkkk…" Juri hissed as Chun-Li pulled off the bloodied bandage and gauze Juri had previously applied.

"You ummm…you don't really have any nude pictures of me?" asked Chun-Li at an attempt at levity as she cleaned the wound.

"Well if you're offering…" said Juri, her coy smile now back in place. "Are there any floating around the internet that I should know about?"

"I hope not…"

Juri exhaled sharply as Chun-Li applied fresh alcohol to the wound. "Did you really beat Vega up after getting out of the shower?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

Juri crowed with laughter.

"But I ended up in the hospital for it."

"How badly did he hurt you?"

"About as bad as you did."

Juri blanched, for once actually looking at a loss for words.

"I told you, I was just…having fun," she said finally. "You let your guard down that's what happens."

Chun-Li made a noise of dissent through her nose as she wrapped Juri's shoulder.

"You know you would've done the same thing to me," Juri said.

Chun-Li blinked, as she finished wrapping a new layer of gauze and bandages over the wound, the realization actually dawning on her as her thoughts flashed back to the amusement park.

She had never considered, another side. Had Juri been the one distracted by the child – that poor sobbing child - Chun-Li would have of course taken advantage of it. That would have been the end of it. They perhaps would not even be here now.

As Juri consistently reminded her, they were not so different after all.

It occurred to Chun-Li, that here she was, tending to the wounds of a woman who had -mere months earlier- left her in an intensive care unit, and then blown up her car and left her blindfolded and handcuffed to the wreckage. And yet here they were, sitting together in pajamas.

"Why did you leave me that number?" Chun-Li said finally. "Why did you really want me to come here?"

"I told you," said Juri, rubbing her bloody hands on the washcloth. "I wanted to see you. It's boring here, all alone. Sure, I go on assignments and run the operations, and I have a blast. But it's all just going through the motions and reaping the benefits now. When I get back here the thrill is gone."

She looked at Chun-Li, her one eye somehow locked with both of Chun-Li's. "I told you. Back in your car. Think what we could do…as equals. I saw the real you. Uncontrolled, ready to strike. You have so much strength Chun-Li! Don't pretend she doesn't exist. Why hide away such power? I've seen it. I want it."

Chun-Li felt her stomach clench with a mixture of fear, pity and…something else.

"Whatever I want, whatever you want Chun-Li…it's yours." She was behind Chun-Li now, her hands on her shoulders, kneading and massaging them. "Why Chun-Li, why do you keep denying yourself things you want?"

Her lips were brushing against the back of Chun-Li's neck.

"Just let me show you," she whispered. "Let me show you just how strong you can be."

Chun-Li blinked. She lurched around to face Juri, her eyes wide.

"You're not going to let me leave, are you?"

Juri flushed. "Well, the thought occurred to me," said she casually. "But I didn't really plan on it…"

She looked at Chun-Li with her one eye. Slowly, she stretched her arms and lifted her shirt off, revealing her breasts.

"Why don't you take what you want for once Chun-Li?" she purred, positively glowing as Chun-Li stared back at her, torn between horror and sick fascination. "Show me that woman again. Show me her power, her rage! Show me the woman who doesn't hold back, the one who takes what she wants. I saw her before. I know she exists."

Chun-Li drew a shuddering breath, and placed her hands on Juri's bare shoulders, carefully laying her hand above the wound.

Juri's eye widened, almost in disbelief, and then fell on top of Chun-Li, her mouth pressed into Chun-Li's with the same inhuman intensity as she had kissed her before, but this time Chun-Li did not resist. Juri's body pressed into hers, it felt so little, so light on top of the girth of her own thighs and muscle. She trembled as Juri's tongue snaked its way into her own mouth, and she gingerly touched it with her own tongue. Her head was reeling with the déjà vu of when Juri had trapped her in her own car and forced her mouth on her, but this…this was different.

Juri's hand caught hold of her wrist and brought Chun-Li's hand up to grasp her breast, cup it in her palm. Chun-Li's palm sweating and trembling violently, cupped it as she thought a lover must.

Juri's caresses, if they could be called such, were becoming rougher, more violent. Her short fingernails dug into the skin of Chun-Li's own chest and shoulders, leaving red crescents in their wake. She groped for the drawstring of Chun-Li's pajama bottoms, and yanked, the ribbon snapping in her grasp.

Chun-Li gasped, lurching away from Juri's mouth, but Juri pressed her lips back to hers, and again Chun-Li allowed it.

And now Juri's hand was reaching, moving, flexing…seeking. It had done this before. It knew what it was doing. Chu-Li was shaking and trembling so hard she thought she would burst as Juri's fingers slid downwards, pressing and kneading until they would find what they wanted…

The shrill screech of the alarm screamed through the room and made both women jolt upright. The sudden noise of footsteps thundering overhead coincided with the blaring siren.

Juri looked around wildly, but Chun-Li shoved Juri off of her leapt off the bed.

Finally.

"You made the mistake of trusting me Juri!" she shouted, wiping her lips off in disgust. She felt repulsed, filthy, revolted at what she had nearly just done.

…but it had worked.

Juri gaped at her, her face contorted in rage, shock and disbelief.

"Interpol is here!" said Chun-Li. "They gave me two hours to infiltrate the base, and if I wasn't out, hadn't called or signaled them by that time, they were coming in after me. I knew I could get in here, and that I was the only one who could keep you distracted long enough. Did you honestly think I just walked in here to say hello? You're a fool!"

Juri's face was contorting with outrage, disbelief, incredulity, and betrayal as stared at Chun-Li, her visible eye shining.

"I TRUSTED YOU!" Juri screamed, lunging at Chun-Li. "I kept you safe! I kept you here! I said alone…for us! I kept you…YOU BITCH!"

Chun-Li dodged Juri's kick and clipped her other ankle, sending her sprawling over.

"Make this easy Juri," said Chun-Li, holding out her hand to her. "Please. You're hurt. Just come with me."

"NO!" she shrieked, lunging at Chun-Li's waist and dragging her to the ground with her. "I WON'T LET YOU!" she shouted, grabbing at Chun-Li's arms as they wrestled on top of one another. "You're not taking me! You're not leaving! You're mine whether you fucking like it or not!" Chun-Li struck out at Juri's shoulder and she screamed in pain.

"You're injured Juri!" yelled Chun-Li as they rolled over on the floor. "And you don't have your eye! I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already are!"

Juri eye widened. She froze, bringing a hand up to her eyepatch. She leapt up; bolted for the door, but Chun-Li got there first.

"Get out of the way!" Juri screamed in desperation.

"It's your choice Juri!" said Chun-Li, spreading her arms wide. "Interpol will be here any second. Which do you want more? You can have me or your eye! A hostage? The woman you claim is your equal? Or your so-called freeing, limitless power? Me or the eye Juri? You can't have both."

Juri stood frozen, her expression one of pained distress and fury as her single eye flicked from Chun-Li to the ceiling, where the pounding footsteps continued, and back again.

With a choked, distraught cry, Chun-Li found herself thrown aside, as Juri bolted into the corridor.

Panicked now, Chun-Li literally tore what was left of Juri's pajamas away from her body, and yanked on her dirty clothes haphazardly. She grabbed the flash drive of vital information out of her boots and threw them on as well. She threw herself out the door, running down the corridor, but she knew Juri was too far gone by now, and had the advantage of knowing the facility.

She crashed into four armed Interpol officers rounding a corner and stumbled to the floor.

"Officer Xiang!" one of them cried, reaching out a hand to help her up. "You're alright! Thank god. Don't worry, we've got a full squad in here, this place is going down."

"Good," said Chun-Li nodding. "I couldn't call, got my things taken."

"Officer," he continued. "What about Han? Is she here?"

Chun-Li blinked, the few hours that had seemed like so much longer, flashing through her mind in a flurry of images.

Juri Han, the murderous, dangerous criminal Juri Han, killing three men in front of her eyes.

Killing three men to protect her.

Juri, throwing her over her shoulder, despite being injured, and bringing her to her room.

Juri, and the photograph of her parents.

Juri, and the pair of bloody tweezers in the sink.

Juri throwing her own clothes at Chun-Li and telling her to relax; the bizarre normalcy of her, painting her nails and wearing old pajamas.

Juri, hiding her in the closet and driving away Vega.

Juri, destroying her room in a rage that she had been anything less than completely in control and shown a shred of vulnerability.

Juri, and her desperate, grasping hands, hands that took and destroyed and desperately wanted the one thing that she had deluded herself into thinking was love.

And now Juri, somewhere in the facility, blood running down her shoulder, fleeing in desperation to get the one item, the one fragment of her identity more precious to her than Chun-Li herself. Was there still time? How long would it take her to install the Engine and flee?

And after everything Juri had done for her, Chun-Li could still hear sob that had echoed behind her as she flung Chun-Li out of the doorway.

And Chun-Li decided once and for all, to clear her debt; to resolve any obligations to Juri. She had walked into this facility with what she felt was a grudging obligation, and she would wipe that ledger clean. She would no longer owe Juri her for sparing life, or for sheltering her. No more debt. No more repayment. After what had transpired tonight, to be ready to play on truly equal grounds the next time they met, neither owing the other anything.

"No," said Chun-Li. "She got out."

Thank you to everyone who read this. It wasn't quite what I wanted after Reversal, but it worked out.

Jeez, nobody knows what Vega's name actually is. Points to anyone who goes and looks up "Maldonado." I googled "Spanish words/names" and picked that for a reason.

I started jotting down notes for this right after I finished Reversal, and I can remember early on I decided Juri was going to get shot, but I was worried it wouldn't be believable for her to be running around doing things with a bullet/bullet wound in her shoulder.

I then went to go see the Bond film Skyfall, and watched as throughout the whole opening Bond proceeds to run around on top of a train and beat up another spy with a bullet in his shoulder, all to ridiculous Bond proportions, and I remember thinking "Yeah, she's gonna be fine."

I hate to spoonfeed my readers, but just a final note:

Round 1: - Reversal. Chun's advantage, but Juri takes the round.
Round 2: - Zoning. Juri's advantage, but Chun takes the round.

We're two and two for the final round.
The last part (should I ever write the damn thing) will be called Draw Game. Meaning...with a victory to each, the only way to draw the game is with a double K.O.

Thanks again for reading. Reviews are always very much appreciated.