aN: LOVE these two… wish all the ELITE writers out there could read this story or maybe review it too…whatever butters your peanut…what the fudge am I talking about!…, comments, suggestions and violent reactions are well appreciated

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Dis- (prefix) /means not, the opposite or negation

Claim- (verb)/ to own

Er- (suffix)/ I don't know what its for

-nASH Xp

CHAPTUH 1

Give you my coat when you are cold…

Her fragile figure found shivering from the sudden chilling kiss of the wind.. Her slender fingers starting to uncontrollably shake, numbing because of the painful cold. Her red fiery locks that once growled the meaning of passion covered with crumbles of snow. Her core that once possessed unleveled foundation losing its inner warmth and her perpetuated prowess slipping from her command.

Fanny Fulbright the head of decommissioning and the global tactical officer, stuck in this frozen wasteland. She was famous for being the merciless Irish lass, the loud boy hater, the bloodthirsty soldier and the epitome of dreadful termination of the life of an operative. She's known for a lot of things, just ask a few kids and you could come up with a dictionary full of derogative adjectives, she doesn't care at all whether she is the most hated operative in the planet and the moon…until now.

Here she rest, curling to compress her snug form. She sighed venting off a frosty puff. She turned her head from right to left, surveying her surroundings. White…She could see nothing but this damned color, if you could consider it one. She's stuck, in this arctic catacomb. An underground cave almost engulfed by darkness, nothing but a manhole sized opening above to illuminate.

This is hopeless. She's all alone, freezing like a Popsicle and waiting for nobody. Who would want to save her? Rachael was too busy, it would be too late before she starts looking. Her family doesn't know anything. Her squad was too stupid. Other operatives… they hate her. Maybe he could… nah that stupid boy hates me too…he wouldn't bother. So loosing all her chances with no one to save her and with a broken arm, her life starts flashing like crazy in her head. So this is the end of stupid me in this stupid world. Hot tears threatening to spill from her strained eyes, she wiped them off. Thinking that these would be the last minutes of her dreaded life… she cried, not caring because of the depressed solitude that hit her demeanor, she screamed to the walls that held no ears.

"I'M SORRY Rachael for failing you, I'm sorry if sometimes my judgment sucks, I'm sorry if I told Numbah 1 and 274 that you like them, by the way I forgot to tell you that they told me that those THOSE STUPID BOYS LIKE YOU TOO. I'm sorry decommissioning squad for being SUCH AN IDIOTIC COMMANDER and for always THREATENING to decommission you. I'm sorry to my relatives for being such a failed part of the family. I'm sorry for everyone that I have DECOMMISSIONED. I'm sorry TO ALL THE BOYS, for calling you all STUPID!

Taking heavy breaths, she slumped to the cold floor, feeling her last strength wavering her vision blurring and herself reaching the limit. She locked her eyes to the circle of light, feeling a wave of nostalgia hit her being. Her mind was at sixes and sevens as if she was half-conscious. She started hallucinating, seeing faces and old memories but she had thought that someone has escaped her memory, someone she needs forgiveness from.

Numbuh 86! Numbuh86!

She heard a voice resounding from her ears, a voice distinctive to her life. She remembered his smile, his raven colored shaggy hair, his dark mysterious eyes, his smile that reeks with cockiness that's different from the terrified faces that she usually sees…Him.

FANNY!

GASP

Awaken from his troubled slumber, he took a sharp intake of air in his humid room. He wiped the small beads of sweat above his narrowed brows as his feet made contact with the carpeted floor.

Patton Drivolsky, artic base commander of the kids next door, is currently having a disturbed sleep. His mind couldn't abandon the thoughts of a ginger haired girl that yells at him whenever she grazes his presence. She was all he could think about for the past few weeks, he was dawning to question his own state of mind as how he even appears to see her in his cup of black cocoa. He tried to ignore these feelings but it didn't help, it just kept pulling him back with a heavier amount of desire burdened on his shoulder.

His typical daydreams tonight were violated by a disturbing nightmare. It was annoyingly vague but his heart stumbled a beat as he reminisced the events of the dream. Instead of a euphoric dream that showed the fascinating and sometimes hilarious features of his angel, it painted grief and anguish, her face decorated with her shiny salty tears that were indispensably rare. It's just a dream

Knock! Knock!

A loud knock disheveled his thoughts "Sir wake up!" He would have punished the lad to swim in the artic river for disturbing him this time of hour but the voice of the cadet was layered with panic and distress that he stood the comforts of his bed and jolted to open the door.

"what is it cadet?" his voice was stern, he breached his normal sound volume that made the poor boy jump

"ummh…err…Nu—"

"just spit it out!", this boy was testing his limits, he hoped that this boy wasn't bearing the news that his intuition was telling him.

"Numbah 86 is currently reported missing, she was searching for a fugitive operative near our base with her team when her team reported that she have gone miss- " the soldier stopped in mid sentence when the recipient of his message left running.

He was pissed off, lately he was ignoring her to avoid himself from dealing with these complicated feelings, for god sake he was the feared iron fist drill sergeant but this was wrong, did she ignore him too much to not even tell him that he was in a mission near his base, After informing the whole artic base of the code red emergency, operatives and cadets were too cautious about the winter storm. No one in the right mind would charge that storm, the temperature was below the normal below Celsius, and the winds were more than 100 miles per hour. The decommissioning squad entered the base and told him the coordinates he needed to know as he sentenced them to intense artic base training after this incident.

Patton took of with one of the snow rovers, he didn't bother knowing the acronym name of that metal box, it was the first thing he saw. He stepped on the gas and hoped for the best as the snow splashed like waves as he ravaged it. He journeyed on despite the protest of many cadets and fellow operatives calling him crazy, yeah he was crazy, he was crazy enough to love her.

When it rain it pours… It was bad enough that she was stuck here injured and freezing for the last 3 hours, she had to put up with a winter storm now no one will really rescue her it was impossible.

Her train of thought went to a detour when the light starts disappearing a dark form covering her source of hope. She doesn't care, after making amends with him, she could rest in peace. The dark form coincidently has his features. He was the last person in her confession list, maybe that's why he's seeing him now. She saw him coming nearer shouting her name.

FANNY!

She smiled; this illusion is brightening up the idea of dying.

The winter storm subsided. He stopped when he heard an almost inaudible voice waling. It was her… He left his vehicle and ran towards where the sound was coming from, He saw the huge hole and without thinking jumped in it like a rabbit hole in alice in wonderland. The soft snow cushioned his landing. As he stood in the bottom he could tell that this underground cave was two stories high. His senses snapped as he saw his missing girl, balled up, shouting things. You have to admit that Fanny's voice wasn't like a siren but right now how idiotic it may sound, he could hear nothing but her lovely irish voice and the sound of a sappy aerosmith love song play in his head.

He rushed near her kneeling by her side. As rational thinking returns in his head he dialed his communicator and asked for back up, giving their position and getting reassurance for a rescue.

He called and called for her name but she was spacing out threatening to loose consciousness, he was about to check his communicator for an update when her lips moved to form words and for him to remain speechless.

"Patton Drivolsky I'm sorry if I CALLED YOU STUPID for the who knows how manieth time, I'm sorry for THROWING YOUR COMMUNICATOR at the river, I'm sorry for SENDING YOUR PET WALRUS TO AFRICA, I'm sorry for RUINING half of your dates, I'm sorry for PUNCHING YOU IN THE GUT for the umpteenth time, I'm sorry for avoiding you, I'm sorry for making fun of you all the time"

He couldn't halt his actions. Without a second to spare he enveloped her into his arms, burying his face in her hair "I forgive you"

In this moment, finding out that this isn't just a figment of her imagination, she could feel her heart sink and race at the same time as she was filled with bittersweet irony. She was extremely happy that he's here hugging her but she couldn't ignore the fact that she was hanging by a thread from collapsing and from having her eternal sleep. Thinking that this was her last minutes she bared it all.

"I'm sorry FOR LOVING YOU"

With that said Patton pulled away to take a look if his ears deceived him but seeing the sincere look in Fanny's face he couldn't disagree more. She gazed at his coal orbs as she knew what she wanted right now.

"Fan—" She brought her lips to his for a soft and chaste kiss. This again is gonna sound corny but she too could hear a sappy aerosmith love song in the background as her stomach churns and her heart beat quickens. Patton cupped her cold tender cheeks into his warm palms, his mind went totally blank, this wasn't his first but no previous kiss could compare with the sparks and hair raising sensations he felt in this one. Fanny firmly grasped the collar of his jacket to prevent herself from shattering like a porcelain doll, her whole body trembled under his touch as warmth flooded back to her veins, this kiss melted her freezing form and her once frozen heart.

They separated due to the lack of air. "I love you too" Patton held her tightly, he removed his favorite coat that he could consider his second layer of skin and draped it across her shoulders. This was the green leather coat that separated him from the rest, the coat that identified him as the artic commander, he never let anyone wear it, not to any past date, not even his brother.

He rubbed her arms with her at his right. Fanny touched the material of the coat and flashed a confused look towards Patton. "Why are ye letting me wear this?"

He flashed her a lopsided smile "Cause you're my stupid girlfriend".

Fanny reddened like the shade of her hair, she rested her head on his shoulders, she made a mental note to kick the crud out of this boy for calling her stupid in the morning but timidly smiling the thought of a red headed dragon rescued by a knight in leather armor finally having her happy ending.

"Stupid boy"

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