Actual last chapter, no more alternate endings, no more ifs, no more buts, here it is, enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

He knew, he just knew that it had been him that had been shot.

Then normal time returned and chaos erupted.

Lucas raised his gun pointing it at the team, by now he had reached Sarkisian and they were standing shoulder to shoulder. On the floor was Boris, blood blossoming across his chest. The scream had been Boris', the bullet that had seemed so close had entered Boris' chest, Boris was the one dying not him. Strangely Lucas felt no remorse for the death of the man who had helped him. This was mostly because the man had always had a habit of staring at Elizaveta's chest and bum. Neither did he feel relief, just determination.

Ros and Jo covered each other's backs, as they pushed their way through the warehouse. They reached the room where Harry was being kept and Ros kicked open the door, Ros and Jo positioned themselves inside either side of the door providing covering fire for a second before Ros ran inside to Harry.

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Harry stared in misbelief as the team; his team, came through the door. He had heard the shooting and assumed that an argument had broken out between the various factions of the FSB in the main warehouse. Instead he was being rescued, something he had not even considered knowing it had taken him eight years to 'rescue' Lucas. The 'rescue' which had come too late to save him, stop him from becoming the man he was today.

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Harry's face was covered with bruises, one eye was half closed. His wrists were bloody and Ros knew that if she took off Harry's shirt, underneath would be a vest of bruises. She grabbed one of Harry's arms and put it over her shoulder not trusting the older man's legs to support the weight.

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Sarkisian watched with disbelief as the small force managed to overpower his agents; he grabbed the nearest one and yelled at them to fetch his car. He crouched behind an abandoned oven and aimed his gun at the group. His mind started to work out reasons for the group not being hit by bullets; 1- They were magic. Not helping. 2- His own team were poor shots. Nope not good enough either. 3- They were moving too quickly and too unpredictably for anyone to get their crosshairs on a target for more than a fraction of a second. Yes, that's why. Indeed the team were using anything and everything as cover, supporting Harry between him, effectively covering him with their bodies. He had recovered enough by now to help support his weight.

To his right Lucas was yelling orders at the scattered agents, telling them to get a grip and from a counter attack.

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Lucas couldn't believe the way things were turning out, he thought he had joined the 'winning team' so to speak, they had had two moles inside Section-D alone although one now was dead and the other had his cover blown, but it had been worth it. They had Harry, and here was Section-D to the rescue taking Harry away from him. He couldn't let this happen, he needed revenge, and Sarkisian had promised that he would be the one to kill Harry once they had extracted the information they needed. That was it, he was getting revenge.

Lucas raised his gun and pointed it at Section-D, Harry was at this point covered by Jo, her slender frame acting as a human shield. He debated whether to shoot her but decided against it, the naive girl had had too much pain recently he didn't know if she could cope with any more. A man to the front and left of him fired two bullets in quick succession towards the team and as they reacted they opened a gap between them and Harry leaving his stomach vulnerable; Lucas took his chance and fired.

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Harry felt the fire as the bullet entered his stomach, he gazed with shock at Lucas and started to fall, the two women supported him as best they could while dragging him ever closer to the door. He knew then that there was no getting Lucas back.

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Lucas stared with shock as blood started to seep through Harry's –not so white anymore- shirt. However much he had blamed the man for what had happened, however much he had wanted revenge he hadn't really deep down wanted to hurt Harry. He knew that he had hurt Harry both psychologically and physically oddly regretted it. He felt a hand on his elbow and let Viktor lead him to a side door, they slid through and got into the back of Viktor's car and pulled away. He vaguely registered Sarkisian congratulating him on his shot before pain and sleep deprivation overcame him and he sank into oblivion.

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An older woman gazed down at an older man as he slept; he looked so pale against the hospital sheets. It was good to be back, perhaps they could continue where they left off. She kissed his forehead and left the room, a slight smile on her face.

A younger woman gazed down at the man sleeping in her guest bed, he looked so haunted and she felt guilty. Before she knew it she had removed her shoes and was lying down next to him, her fingers stroked his hair as she remembered a time before even though she knew it could never happen like that again.

The End

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Hope you enjoyed this alternate ending!

Thank you everyone for reading this far.

Please let me know if you think you know who the people are mentioned at the end. I couldn't make Lucas all bad and I had to include a sort of happy ending, hope you like it 