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It was pitch dark and too cold. He leans against the wall and tries to listen to the sounds. Ok, he is not alone, there's people talking but he couldn't hear much. He opens and closes his eyes again, still too dark. Has he gone blind? No, he can still see some dark figures on one of the corner and one sitting very close to him. He feels like the walls are getting closer and closer, he swallows hard and closed his eyes again.
"Are you awake Mister?" A voice too close to his ears and touching his shoulders.
He moves little further towards the wall, away from the hands and opens his eyes again.
"Look who finally decided to wake up! Can you hear me? " The same voice asked him again.
He just nods his head but decided not to open his mouth and tries to look closer at the stranger. He has never met this guy, he could now see the face. He does have a British accent and must admit that he looks like James Bond. Is it a dream or real, what is he even doing here with these people?
He looked around and there's another guy in the corner with a woman. She walks towards him. Is she the James Bond's girl friend? She does look fit but is now limping and has a vest on her. He turned his eyes back to the James Bond though she sat closer to him. He doesn't do well with strangers.
"You have beautiful blue eyes gentleman. I am Harry Langford" the stranger introduced himself.
He smiles at the James bond.
"What's your name? You have been out for more than a day. Is your head alright? It took a long time for that bleeding to stop" Harry pointed at his head.
He touched his head and winced. How did he get hurt? He doesn't remember anything. How did he come here? Was he been kidnapped? That didn't scare him more than knowing what he is missing. He doesn't remember who he is? What's his name? His family, is anyone looking for him? He breathes hard again.
"I am Catherine Rollins, are you alright?" She touched him on his shoulders.
He moved a little closer to the James Bond. Well, the image of James Bond the hero gives him little safety, his shoulders touching Harry's suit. He now knows that they are locked up in a room, if he is out for a day , then for more than a day these people are locked up too. He shivers, getting panicked not knowing who he is and not even his name.
The other guy from the corner walks in, "Hello Pretty Boy, nice blond hair. I am Sang min" he sat near Catherine. His voice sounded pained.
"I.. I don't remember my name or why am I here?" He drops his head between his knees and breathes hard again.
Harry put his hands on his shoulders and moved him closer " It's alright, you will get your memory back. Just relax, we need to get out of here first"
"My team and Steve will be looking for me, they will find us" Catherine removed her vest and winced again, her leg starts to bleed again.
He instantly moved closer to her, checked on her wounds. He tore her pants till her thigh fully and checked on her wound just above the knee.
"Wow, Pretty Boy what are you doing?" Sangmin hissed.
He wiped the blood from her thighs, "looks like a flesh wound but why is it still bleeding, it could get infected. Did you clean it?" He asked her, he now looks completely different. Not like that scared, panicked pretty boy but like someone who knows what he is doing.
"No" Catherine leaned on the wall holding her stomach.
He unbuttoned his shirt and used it to wrap over her thighs, it still bleeds. He used his belt to hold it tight until it stopped the bleeding. Catherine held on to his shoulder tightly.
"I am sorry, I had to do that" he now used his hands to adjust his blond hair.
"Thanks, what should we call you?" Catherine asked him.
"Pretty boy suits him" Sangmin suggested.
" I like.. " he started saying but got interrupted by a heavy body falling over him from the roof. He fell back hitting his knee on the floor.
"What the hell" he moved away from the body and shocked to see a guy. Head to toe in black, black stripes on face.
He crawled towards Harry and sat closer to him holding his head, his head is bleeding again but not much.
"Are you alright?" Harry checked his knee and head. Feeling but dizzy with the sudden pain, he rested his head on Harry's shoulder.
"You are supposed to be in the corner! Why are you in the middle of the room?" Steve looked at the pretty boy with well built muscles leaning on to Harry.
"What is the matter with you? How would I know that you would jump from the roof?" He said weakly and breathed hard then passed out on Harry's shoulder.
Harry made him lie flat and placed his head on his lap and wiped the blood from his face. All three of them were too tired to move, this was easy to do without moving much.
"He was already injured commander. He was helping Catherine. Do you have any medical kit?" Harry feels protective of him as he seems to trust Harry, he doesn't know why though.
Steve threw the kit to Harry and checked on Catherine. He checked her wounds and saw the shirt covered in blood and belt.
"How bad is it?" Steve asked her touching her cheeks.
"I am fine Steve, we need to get out of here soon"
Harry wiped the blood and put bandage on him and tapped his face. He opened his eyes, "Harry? It hurts"
Steve looked around to see the guy trying to get up and leaning on Harry again. When did Harry get closer to this guy? Who is he anyway? But he moved closer to the guy to check his wounds.
Steve wiped the blood that is still fresh near his ears and eyes.
"You are supposed to look before you jump! Don't they teach that in the army?" He asked staring at Steve but still resting on Harry's shoulder.
"Navy! Next time when people shoot at me, I will check if you are busy blocking your rescuers" Steve checked his chest, there's a long straight scar in the middle of his chest like a surgery scar.
"What is this? " Steve touched the scar and asked him.
Pretty Boy looked down at himself, " I don't know. But it must be some major surgery, I don't know".
"What do you mean you don't know?" Steve opened the water bottle and made him drink water and gave him pills for the pain. He gave a bottle and pill to Catherine and Sangmin too.
"I said I don't remember! Who are you?" He asked annoyed.
"I am Commander Steve McGarret, head of Five-0 task force" he took the bottle back and gave it to Harry.
"He doesn't remember anything, not even his name. the head injury " Harry took the bottle and drank.
Pretty Boy touched his own scars and wonders what it is, the more he tries to remember the more gets panicked.
Steve went back to Catherine and sat next to her, she leans on him.
"So what should we call you Pretty Boy?" Sangmin asked.
"Pretty Boy sounds good, he looks pretty " Steve says with a grin.
"He has beautiful eyes, Pretty Boy sounds good " Harry agrees too.
"Pretty boy? No.. I don't like it. You know what I thought about you when I first saw you?" Danny asked Harry.
"No, I don't have a clue" Harry looked those beautiful eyes fondly.
"James Bond, with this suit and your handsome face" Danny grins and smiles widely.
Ok. All the guys in the room watched the Pretty Boy smile. All three of them were not able to say anything except attracted to that smile. Come on, it was just the smile but there's something about this guy, that makes them attracted to him. Steve went one step ahead and felt a little jealous the way the smile was directed at Harry.
" Oh Thank you Pretty Boy " Harry put his hand on his shoulder.
The door opened in a blast and Chin, Kono and Junior with same black stripes on their faces joined the group.
Steve quickly got up, " Are we good to go?"
"No boss, we can't get the helo here it was shot. We need to get to the other end of the island. We should walk through the jungle. " Kono said and hugged Catherine. "Are you good?"
" I am fine Kono" Catherine smiled and got up.
Both Sangmin and the Pretty Boy watched Kono's every move. They both smiled at her.
Chin and Steve annoyed looking at those smile.
"Pretty Boy! Get up we should move" Steve nodded at Harry.
Kono helped Catherine, Harry lifted Pretty boy and held him closer. Pretty Boy hissed and fell back. Harry caught him.
"Don't put weight on your other leg" Steve told him in frustration.
"Oh! I know that. Thank you very much by the way falling on me and disabling me" he said more annoyed pointing at his face. He is annoyed and angry, why does this guy not like him? He seems to get irritated by seeing him. Was it because I was helping his girlfriend. He leaned on Harry more.
" You are not disabled buddy, it's just a sprain. Don't be a baby and walk it off" Steve just walked off , he is too worried about how to reach the other end of the island with injured Catherine and the Pretty Boy, he looks more sick than he shows. He just needs to get them to safety first.
Ok, that really hurt. The killing headache and his swollen knee is not helping him. He feels all alone suddenly. He doesn't know any of these people, doesn't know who he is. Doesn't know whether he has a family or anyone looking for him. He feels scared too, he is not used to these guns which are hanging on all these people. Feeling lonely and a sick body is never a good combination. He just went silent, stopped talking and walked with them, he even stopped hissing and wincing.
They got out of the building and walked towards the jungle. Pretty Boy fell twice and Harry helped him again.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked him, he gave him water. "Take few sips, you look pale".
He drank and saw Steve staring at him. What does he think of me? A trained soldier to follow him with broken knee?
They walked again for half an hour. "Let's take a break" Steve said and dropped his bag. He went to check on Catherine and her leg, it's bleeding again. He cleaned and tied it again and gave her water and wiped the sweat from her face and kissed on her forehead.
"Are you alright?" He asked her in low voice.
Pretty Boy saw Steve looking after Catherine. He swallowed and looked away. Harry and Chin went to check for directions. He sat leaning on the tree and closed his eyes, let me just sleep for a while.
Someone touched his cheek but he didn't want to open his eyes. Same hands touched his knee, he winced but didn't feel like opening his eyes. Same hands touched his forehead, why touch my forehead? Harry is the best, he thinks to himself. He feels safe and leans on to the touch.
"Hey, open your eyes buddy. Here, take this pill" Steve touched his cheeks.
He opened his eyes, it's not Harry. It's Steve. Steve is also looking handsome and looks like James Bond even without suit. What is he thinking? Is it the side effect of head injury?
"Take this pill" Steve placed a pill on his hand but he opened his mouth instead.
Steve laughs, there again , this Pretty Boy have a strange way of attracting him which is making him angry and warm at the same time. Steve placed the pill in his mouth and gave him water.
"There you go Princess" Steve gently brushes his hair.
"It hurts" he mumbles.
"I know, I am sorry but we have long way to go man" Steve sat next to him.
He leaned on Steve's shoulder and closed his eyes. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and rubbed him gently. Why does he feel like he needs to protect this guy? He just met him not even an hour ago.