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Summary: He couldn't believe he was in Europe, without Anya.

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Movies > Bourne Identity Movies(Past Donor)CharlotteFR71399062,1524 Oct 074 Oct 07Yes
Summary: He couldn’t believe he was in Europe, without Anya.
Pairing: Xander/Nicky Parsons (Bourne Supremecy)
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AN: The original pairing was to be for Bourne Identity, but the timeline didn't work for me so it's The Bourne Supremecy.

Wrong Turn Right

He couldn’t believe he was in Europe. In Europe without Anya. The thought of her was still hard, but after more than a year; eight months of it in Africa, it was a dull ache instead of a sharp breath stealing throb. He’d been in Berlin for only three days and the jet lag had finally let up enough to allow a little sight seeing. This was his first attempt at using the trains and so far it wasn’t too bad.

A man brushed by him as Xander turned down an empty corridor and he went a few steps before figuring he’d turned the wrong way. He’d decided to go back when he heard a muffled sob. He listened carefully and it sounded again, behind a metal door to his right. It wasn’t closed completely and Xander pulled it open to see a woman crouched on the floor, clutching her legs and obviously trying to stifle her crying. The door hadn’t been completely silent as he’d opened it, but she was oblivious to his arrival.

Keeping his distance, Xander crouched down to try and minimize her reaction to his presence.

“Are you hurt?” Her responding shriek and flailing of legs and arms made him glad he’d stayed back. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and relief and he asked her again if she was okay.

“Um… yeah, I th-th-think s-s-so.”

“Hey! You’re American! Great, now I won’t have to try and explain myself to the authorities with German I don’t speak.” He smiled at her and laughed when her eyes widened as they caught sight of the eye patch. “Yeah, I know it’s kinda scary, but what’s underneath is worse. I’m Xander. Is there someone I can call for you?” He held out his hand and offered her help up and she smiled gratefully.

“I don’t think there’s a signal down here. W-would you mind walking with me to the exit?” She kept a tight hold on his hand and Xander patted it as he led her toward the stairs.

“No problem. Do you have a name or do I just call you ‘pretty lady in distress’?”

She smiled just as he’d hoped she would and Xander felt more than a little attraction. Which was a surprise.

“I’m Nicky.”

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