"I HATE this!" Fish banged at the cell wall, her gloved fists moving quickly as she gave blow after blow.
Mouse watched her friend from her huddled place at the corner of the cell.
"It's no use Fish, you're only wasting your energy." Her small voice could barely be heard over her friend's loud banging.
Fish snapped her head to the side, giving Mouse a dirty glare.
"How could you just sit there!"
"I'm thinking."
"About what," Fish kicked the wall with her booted foot.
"Owl." Mouse whispered. "I really hope she's OK."
Fish flipped her long blond hair to the side; letting out a huff of frustration.
"Why're you worried about that old girl?" She commented offhandedly, "I'm sure she made it out fine."
Mouse rose from her seated position and gave Fish a blank stare.
"You didn't notice?"
"Notice what?" Fish raised a brow at her partner's cryptic words.
"General Eagle called her Owl.'"
"Well Mouse, in case you hadn't realised by now that is her name."
"Think carefully Fish,"Mouse paused for a moment, letting her words sink in.
"How does he know her name?"
There was silence for a moment.
And then she watched as Fish's eyes grew wide with the revelation.
"This was a trap." She hissed.
-O-
Owl opened and closed her eyes for the umpteenth time, she was so sure she was dreaming and yet every time she opened her eyes,
she was greeted with the same vision; an elegant swirl of gold and silver that spanned the entire high ceiling of the room she was in.
Where was she anyway?
She slowly tried pushing herself into a seated position but felt so lethargic, as though she'd just finished running a marathon on a blazing hot day.
"Don't move."Someone instructed.
She tilted her head to the right only to come face to face with a white lab coat.
She moved her eyes upward and came into contact with a pair of pitch black eyes.
"Who-?"She couldn't even finish her question; her tongue felt swollen in her mouth.
"Don't talk either," the man added apologetically.
She looked questioningly at him, what was wrong with her?
"You've been administered an anti-parasite medication; you're insides are being cleaned but side effects include Extreme Fatigue."
The doctor, she assumed, gave her a curious look before tapping something on his tablet.
"The implication of having been administered this drug is that you'll be staying on this ship for a while and that you're not one of us, are you some kind of Diplomat?"
Owl had no idea what the man was going on about, in fact all she could remember was her name, she had no idea where she was nor how she got here.
"Doctor," A deep voice cut through her thoughts. "I thought I told you not to speak with her."
"G-General," the doctor stammered, almost dropping his tablet.
Owl watched as a tall, uniformed man made his way toward the doctor; she didn't know who he was, but was surprised to feel an instant dislike towards him.
The doctor had taken a few steps back as the newcomer came to stand right beside her bed.
"I-I only told her why she couldn't move," he pleaded.
But the one he called General wasn't even looking at him.
"Still here?"The President questioned, his steel grey eyes never leaving the figure on the bed.
Owl thought he was talking to her, given the fact that he was staring at her, but she quickly realised, as she watched the doctor grab his things and scurry out of the room, that the question had not been directed at her.
But now, they were alone.
She didn't want to look up at him, but she could feel his eyes on her.
Suddenly he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him.
"So this is what you have been reduced to Owl?"
Her tongue felt so swollen she couldn't even verbally protest his handling of her face, so she sent him the angriest look she could muster.
He let out a small laugh at her comical expression, delighting in the fact that for once he could touch her without having to fight her.
"Fear not," he tapped her nose with his thumb, "the effects will wear off soon enough."
He let go of her chin and grabbed the nearest chair, dragging it next to the bed before plopping down on it.
The silence that followed was deafening to her.
He just sat there, legs crossed staring at her while she just lay there, completely immobile.
"Do you know who I am," he suddenly began, a small smile stretching his lips.
She jerked her head a bit, trying to tell him 'No.'
His smile seemed to grow at that and he leaned forward, his lips next to her ear.
"Shall I tell you?" He inquired gently.
She hesitated for a moment but then gave a short nod.
"I am your husband," he whispered, causing chills to go down her spine.
Wait.
What?
Did he just-
She tried to shoot up, but moaned at the pain that racked her entire body. She clenched her eyes shut as she waited for the wave of pain to subside.
His hand was on her forehead as she came to, gently caressing her as though to comfort her ,but when she looked up, his eyes told a different story; they were filled with amusement, not sympathy.
She wanted to demand he take back his ridiculous words, but her body was in no condition to do anything. She settled on glaring at him, trying to make him understand that she wasn't going to believe anything that came out of his mouth.
The man let out a sigh and stood up from his seat.
His hand once more came down on her face, but this time he covered her eyes.
"Perhaps it would be best if we continued this conversation when you are in better shape, hmm?
When he removed his hand, Owl's eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed; she was asleep.
General Eagle stood a moment longer, staring down at the unconscious figure, his mocking smile gone.
He reached for her right arm and pulled up her sleeve, revealing a number tattoo.
His neutral expression turned sour as he barked an order. Within an instant the doors opened and another doctor hurried to his side.
"Look at this," Eagle gently raised Owl's arm revealing the entire number tattoo. It started at the elbow and reached the back of the shoulder.
"I want it all gone," he instructed, the distaste clear in his voice.
"Of course General," the female doctor agreed.
He slowly put her arm down and leaned forward, giving Owl a quick peck on the cheek.
"Have her moved to my private quarters once the effect of the drug wears off." He instructed before turning to leave.
"Yes, General."
Doctor Peacock watched the General exit the room before turning back to her patient.
She was trained to never show her emotions on her face, but she was in shock.
Who was this girl?