*backdated to the Febuary 26*

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 When Sonya first arrived here, she couldn't spend enough time outside. It wasn't just about no longer looking pale, but after spending weeks in  a cell and in a place were it never got lighter than dusk, she felt she could never get used to seeing actual sunlight, or greenery or a blue sky. Still, the compound offered a sense of familiarity, as plain as it was and as annoying the clothing and jukebox were, it was similar to the barracks she was used to, and familiarity kept people sane-which Sonya at the time was in desperate need of.

But with Joe's disappearance and the holiday season, the compound started to seem claustrophobic even for her: it seemed that a change in atmosphere was what she needed-even if it was just in a hut instead of a different state or country. Then the psycho came and she needed six weeks before she could move because there was no way she could move her things with a broken arm. But now, she's healed, found a place, and after several days she's finally moved in. It wasn't fancy by any means, only furnished with a bed that needed airing, the trunk containing her weapons and books, and her clothes, but she was in the process of trading for a table, and on her way to really making it hers.

Currently, she was outside, her now shoulder length hair held back in a ponytail and using the frame of some young trees to weave together a throw mat from dried long grass and lemon grass. The work repetitive but satisfying and it was halfway done.  She intended to see if she could trade it for anything, or use it herself, as the lemon grass acted as a natural mosquito repellent.

Sonya wasn't sure if she could call herself happy, but for the moment she could call herself satisfied.

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Scorpion was usually all for directness, but sometimes Sonya was just so...American!

"At times, what you call 'beating around the bush' has a purpose, Sonya. I do not take such matters lightly. I think we at least need some time before we can discuss this further."

Sonya did not give him the impression that she had a firm mind of what she wanted from him. He still thought she needed to think about this further. If she was insistent on this point, perhaps they would find a way. Perhaps she was right about him and he would continue growing. At this point, it would seem rash, like a thing a pair of teenagers would jump into.

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So that meant he also had no idea, well, that was what Sonya concluded from him anyway. Scorpion was normally blunt about such things.

She shrugged. The hell were they acting like a couple of teens for? That alone would've been a mistake, let alone anything else.

"You're right, but atleast we can both say we're on the same page?" She left it open, because while right now she wasn't sure if they were, or just going in circles. If they were indeed on the same page, it would be a start-since neither of them knew where to go with this: they could drop it, or see where it goes.

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"Yes. We can say that."

Though he had apologized for it, Scorpion had considered that magic-induced day the happiest day out of the entire part of his existence he could remember. When he had woken up the morning after, he had seriously considered just continuing where they had left off.

But, the more he had thought of it, the more it seemed like a bad idea for Sonya. Scorpion had admitted to himself that a relationship with Sonya might be the best thing for him, but he refused to be selfish. He had to think of Sonya and where this would lead her.

How and when would he know the right thing to do? He did not know, but he thought it may become clearer to him in time. Scorpion looked at Sonya now and wondered how she was taking all of this.

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And now for the big one.

"So what do we do now? Start over?" She really tried to not sound hesitant. "Or continue and see what comes of this?"

Sonya wasn't a romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but she couldn't help but stew over the possibility that maybe-just maybe-she could have start over and have a boyfriend. Yes, Scorpion was an assassin, but then Sonya had done her own fair share of killing, so she couldn't judge. She also couldn't help but feel relieved to have someone to talk to who knew of her own experiences and listened: he wasn't much of a talker, but then she probably did enough talking for the both of them. And he wasn't half bad looking.

The reality of the situation shut the other voice up. People disappeared on the island all the time and without warning. Sonya would've liked to think that she could handle such loss (she had done so before), but then back home she had the army to fall back on-it wasn't an option here. And Scorpion, he had already suffered personal loss before and it drove him mad. Suppose they had a relationship, and it went to far.

There were a lot of 'what-ifs' and 'maybes' to think about-and Sonya hated both words.

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"I should think 'start over' would be best. I would prefer not to swell too much on that one day the island brought us."

As Scorpion remembered all of the sappy thoughts that had been going through his head, he shook it. He was just glad he still had enough self control not to let the more extravagant things not escape his mouth. He would have rather said some of those things on his own, without magical interference.

"I like your company, Sonya."

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Coming from someone as anti-social as Scorpion, that was a genuine compliment and not one to take lightly. It wasn't really what she had met by 'starting over'-she meant to start before that whole fiasco, but this was just as good.

Sonya felt her lips turning up to an 'almost' smile. "I like your company, too-strange as it is." It was strange in a normal sort of way, almost expected, and on an island like this, any sort of normalcy was welcome.