I only own Ava!

Ava sat curled up on a chair with a book in her lap. The safe house was a pretty building on its own in the middle of nowhere in Russia. It was small, a single floor, and only a couple of rooms to it, and was very open as well. There was a big fire and book shelves lined the walls. On the other side of the room Ghost and Roach were lying in hospital cots. Outside, forest surrounded all sides of the house, and snow covered the place like a blanket. You'd never guess the rest of Russia was a shit hole.

When they got to the safe house, the doctor was shouting at Ava for not doing anything to their wounds, but Ava wasn't really listening and just shouted back for him to do his job, and save their lives after a while of shouting. Both were currently stable, but Roach wasn't as stable. She felt a shadow come over her, and she automatically knew it was the doctor so didn't bother to look up.

"They're both progressing nicely." The doctor said to her,

"Cool." Ava replied, continuing to read her book in front of the warm fire.

"I know you're upset about their injuries and-"

"I'm not too bothered." She lied. The doctor continued talking at her, and Ava continued giving more or less one word answers so eventually the doctor left her be. Ava got back into the book which she was reading but she got distracted by a voice. That voice just happened to be MacTavish's voice, "Ava, we're heading to find Shepherd."

"Alright. Don't die in the process, and kill him." Ava said, almost unemotionally.

She heard a small chuckle, "We'll try. Have fun in the safe house."

"Have fun killing Shepherd!" Ava replied and then she heard silence, well apart from the fire cackling in front of her. She felt a bit happier, knowing in a couple of hours Shepherd might be dead.

Ava somehow managed to fall asleep in her weird position in front of the fire, causing her skin to burn up. Roach was still unconscious and hadn't woken up since they'd arrived at the safehouse, a good few hours ago. Ghost had woken up, pain shooting through his body. He was confused of where he was for a minute before seeing Roach next to him and after a bit of shuffling and gasping in pain seeing Ava curled up on a chair asleep.

He wanted to get up, but he physically couldn't. Ghost always hated sitting, laying in this case, around. He sat there, taking in his surroundings and went to stand up before grunting in pain. This woke Ava up who came rushing over, "Ghost, c'mon rest!"

"I hate laying here!" Ghost complained,

Ava shrugged, "I hate being on my own. But you need to rest."

"But-"

"Rest. MacTavish and Price are killing Shepherd as we speak. I'm right here, Roach is there if you haven't realized and physically can't go anywhere. And the doctor, I hope he goes somewhere." Ava said, as Ghost sighed laying back down.

"You don't even have a bed."

"I have a lot of comfy chairs and sofas and things."

"Ava." Ghost said, raising his eyebrows.

"Simon." Ava returned the same look.

"You deserve some form of rest."

"Which I am capable of. You, however, nearly died, so sleep." Ava spun around and lay across the longest sofa. She wasn't able to sleep, even listening to the soft breathing of the two men across the room. Every time she was close to drifting off, a bad memory hit her. She didn't know why, but guessed it was because she was back in Russia, where most her bad memories lay. Ava tried to sleep, but couldn't and she knew Ghost was going to say something about her lack of sleep since they've been here. Ava did finally fall to sleep after about an hour of staring at the ceiling. She would've preferred it to her dream.

Ava walked along, through the snowy woods of Russia, jeans covering her legs and a too big t-shirt was all that was covering her arms, or more wasn't covering her arms. She was freezing. The 15 year old couldn't stop either, she'd be tortured. She was learning, things a teenager should never have to learn, things teenagers shouldn't ever have to worry about it. Ava just knew she wasn't going to get out of this hell anytime soon.

She was daydreaming, wandering along pretty slowly. Ava felt a kick at the back of her knees, causing her to fall down slightly before standing back up, and walking, "Faster." The Russian said from behind her. She wanted to fight back. The fight she'd never win. Ava looked at her hand, which was a pale blue. "Faster!" he screamed, a lot louder than the last time, a knife poking her back.
She woke up with a shot through her back, almost reliving the pain. She looked around and felt the warmth of the room, which calmed her down.

Ghost lay. It was all he did, lay down. Sleep. Stare at the ceiling. Listen to Roaches annoying jagged breaths. If he got up, he was told to lay back down. He looked across at Ava's body, laying lifelessly on the sofa, only small breaths exciting her partly open mouth. Ava was awake, which Ghost wasn't aware of, as well as Ava not being aware that Ghost was awake. She stood up, and went to stand on the small veranda of the tiny cottage.

Ava stood, her body leaned over the bar and her head aimed up at the stars sparkling over cold Russia. She felt a hand touch her shoulder but couldn't be bothered to turn to see who it was. It was either Ghost or the doctor. "You alright out here?" Ghost asked, green eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah." She shrugged, eyes still finding constellations in the dark blanket above them.

"What's up?" He asked, standing next to her, looking up as well.

Ava still didn't turn to look at him, "Nothing." She sighed weakly.

"I know there's something wrong." Ava didn't reply. She forgot how Ghost knew her better than she knew herself these days. "Just tell me." He said calmly.

"I had another dream." Ava replied, refusing to say nightmare.

"What was it about this time?"

"Things I've thought I forgot. Being in Russia is sparking up old memories." Ava felt a tear fall down her cheek, which she wiped away very quickly. Ghost still saw it. He pulled her into a hug suddenly, which surprised her. She just closed her eyes against Ghost's shoulder.

"It's going to get better, you know? I'm on the road of recovery, and so's Roach."

"I haven't heard anything from the Captains." Ava mumbled.

"Shall we go inside into the warm?" Ghost asked, as he pulled out of the hug, and pulled a strand of hair out of her reddened face. Ava nodded as she allowed herself to be lead inside into the warmth. She mentally slapped herself. She should be taking care of Ghost, not the other way around. She hadn't been shot.

She sat down next to Ghost, and he had his good arm around her, Ava's head laying on his shoulder. Ghost liked feeling her warmth against his side, and being able to smell her scent. Ava was thinking. She didn't often think about things that really mattered, but when she did, no one could change her opinion.

"Everyone changes. And then they leave. So unexpectedly. You can never be certain of who's going to stay, or who's going to go. I mean, Roach could go at any given point. You could walk straight out there and leave, if you wanted to. I could return to my life in England, even though in my heart I understand it'll never be the same. It'll be full of pity and sympathy, those things I've always hated. Makarov changed me. But part of me doesn't believe it was Makarov, part of me blames his men. Those men that took me that night. But everything happens for a reason, right? Just need to wait for that reason." Ava shrugged.

"I'll never leave you, Ava. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon." He said and finally done what he'd always wished to do. Push his lips onto her own pink lips, warm and soft.

A/N: I finally done it. The time felt right, and ITS SO FLUFFY I WANT TO DIE. Yeah. Sorry about the update time. I'd spout a load of excuses, but all I have was that I was procrastinating.

Well, say if I was to sequel The Untrusted, this would be the starting chapter. Would it be easier for me to just continue writing the Untrusted or write a sequel. I know I've already asked, but I'm still oblivious to what I should do.

Thanks for the reviews, favourites and follows. You guys are amazing! Until next time, and more fluffyness, ciao for now -CaptainHall