Truth be told, Sean is scared out of his wits. It's a different kind of fear, though, from the kind he felt when Meredith got hurt on the space station or the first time he tried to propose to her. This is a fear that fuels him, pushes him forward, makes him want to take on the whole damn world just to prove that he can. It's terrifying and ( Read more... )

The second time that Sean sets out at the crack of dawn, it's with considerably more determination and with a far different attitude. The days since his breakdown certainly haven't been easy, but every day the pain grows a little duller, seems a little further away. He'll always miss Maeve fiercely, always regret so much about what happened to ( Read more... )

He means to do it for days before he actually gets around to going. Every time he and Meredith leave the castle, something in Sean wants to take him down the path that branches off to the small cemetery off by the forest's edge, but he can never bring himself to actually do it. He knows that he needs to, and that it should be sooner rather than ( Read more... )

Another day down without waking up in the expected place, yet another spent traveling, and as nice as their time in London was, Sean's really not sure what to make of all this anymore, which is making him nervous. Never would he have imagined that upon finally coming back to his family's home for the first time since losing Maeve, he'd have bigger ( Read more... )

Sean's not sure what to think. Since waking up in their Washington hotel room yet again that morning, he's been in a perpetual state of unease that has nothing to do with the absolute reaming that is no doubt in store for him in London. He's half-tempted to suggest just going on the lam with Meredith for however much longer this lasts, but for ( Read more... )

Sean wakes to a dull, throbbing pain in his shoulder, and he spends a few long moments trying to figure out whether he expected that or not before realizing that it doesn't really matter. His eyes snap open a moment later, though, already knowing what's going to greet him: a darkened room that isn't their own, familiar only because of its ( Read more... )

The rest of the ride to Minsk seems to go by absurdly quick, but Sean knows that that's got to do with nothing but the fact that he still isn't sure what the hell he's going to do once they get there. It isn't exactly a situation he ever thought he'd get to be in again, not in a long damn time, anyway. Not since he was a whole different person ( Read more... )

It's a long damn time before they manage to get a moment to themselves. The ride to the border had been miserable, dealing with awkward explanations in between jibes and taunts from a man who seemed more enamoured with the idea of killing the two of them than the target of his mission, so much so that by the time they came across Romanova's car ( Read more... )

The first time they come for Sean, they don't speak. They barge into the room, jolting him awake with a start, and haul him to his feet before he's got the chance to do it himself. There are no pretenses here as the first blow glances off his cheek and sends him right back down to the floor. This isn't an interrogation, and they aren't trying to ( Read more... )

Two weeks. Two bloody weeks since that damned station fell out of the sky, he and Meredith on it, two weeks since their not-so-grand getaway, two weeks since Sean's been able to voice a simple thought. And it's been miserable, there's no denying it, worse even than the last time he found himself unable to speak, when things had been good and it ( Read more... )