“Kids, we’re going to have to leave for a week…” Dad announced, coming into the training room.
“Why?” Marcus wanted to know.
“Mr. Jones again?” I assumed, rolling my eyes.
“Yes – we’ll catch him soon.” Dad promised, kissing me on the top of my head.
“Be careful.” I warned him.
“Always am.” Dad winked, then went downstairs.
“Does that happen very often?” Marcus wondered.
“Every few months – why?” I asked.
“They must trust you a lot, that’s all…” He shrugged.
“I’ve never been a naughty kid, so yeah.” I laughed.
I heard the front door click shut, and smelled pancakes and syrup from downstairs – either Dad had had some for breakfast, or he’d left some for Marcus and me. We really should get some breakfast…
Turns out that the pancakes were for us after all… and they were gorgeous! My Dad makes the best pancakes!
“Would you like to watch a film?” I offered, after we’d eaten up, as I was washing up (Marcus had offered to dry up).
“Sure, what do you have?” He asked.
“Everything you can possibly imagine!” I laughed.
“St. Trinian’s 2?!” He laughed, knowing that at the moment it was only out in the cinemas…
“We’ve got that!” I laughed, then explained: “We get things first and free because we’re protecting the country and stuff like that!”
“Cool – can we watch that then?” He asked in a small voice.
“Sure.” I grinned at him, using his exact tone of voice when he’d said sure a few moments ago.
I really liked Marcus – yes, sometimes he can be annoying, and to admit, a little simple, but he was so fun to be around, and he never did what you expected him to. He’s like a little child, easily entertained, and the novelty never wears off… Look, there I go again… I suppose you could say that I had an unhealthy obsession… But that’s a good thing – isn’t it? I would guard and protect his life with my own, no questions asked… Would he do the same thing for me though? Well, I suppose there’s only one way to find out…
“Marcus?” I asked, as I joined him on the sofa, after putting the disk into the blu-ray player.
“Yup?” He replied, again, making me smile, and shake my head.
“If it came down to a fight and if one of us had to protect the other… What would you do?” I asked, going a little bit shy, for the first time ever.
“I’d tell you to leg it, and try my hardest to stay alive… why?” He asked.
“No reason, I was just wondering… I would want you to be the one to run… I’ve been doing this longer than you, and I’d stand a better chance…” I trailed off, looking down at my hands.
“You’re thinking about what happened, aren’t you?” He asked, gently.
“It’s a dangerous world, Marcus.” I replied, avoiding his question, but also, answering it.
“You mutter in your sleep.” He murmured.
“My parents never told me that…” I realised.
“You sometimes scream too.” But of course, I already knew that.