Anytime You Want

I watch the world rush by as the train clacks on its tracks. I had to get back to Frank; I miss him and the protective streak I have is dominant and overwhelming. I sigh as the train pulls into a station, the 6 am commuters sleepily stumbling into carriages, their coffees enchanting them with lazy steam. A young girl, probably about 17 by my guess, pauses next to me.
"Is that seat free?" she asks, gesturing to the vacant one opposite. I give a curt nod before I take a good look at her. Strong jaw, soft long brown styled hair, loose clothes despite her lean figure...
"Sorry? Can I help you?" she asks. I realize I've been staring analytically at the small details, the way her face would crease if she laughed, the way she'd been playing with her earlobe increasingly as she'd gotten more nervous. I snap back to attention.
"Forgive me. I'm a people watcher." My tone is light and a tad playful. She lets herself smile briefly, just as I knew she would.
"What's your name, Sir?" she asks respectfully. I watch her fumble with her jacket and have to contain a laugh at the obtuse movement - it's clear that since I killed Boaz, the Secret Service had gone so far into shit that they had resorted to giving the jobs of moles to kids wanting to earn a little extra cash.
"Mr. Way" I say, smiling, playing along. "And you are?" I ask, holding my hand across the small table, the train swaying slightly.
"Eleanor. Nice to meet you." She smiles, the lines appearing fuller where I knew they would. Her grip is a little tight, her palm a little clammy - nervous. I smile again, partly because I have to admire her spirit, partly to release some of the laughter at the stupidity of the hawks who have the power.
"So, Eleanor, how old are you?" I inquire, seemingly politely.
"17. And you?" she says, feigning disinterest and looking out to the foggy dawn speeding past.
"I'm turning 30 next week, as it happens. Old, I know." She lets out a short laugh.
"For what you've achieved, Mr. Way, 30 isn't old." I move quicker than she does, knocking the gun out of her hand that appeared foolishly slowly. I hop out of my seat and kneel on the table in one swift movement, holding the delicate skin of her neck with one hand.
"Shhh, now sweetheart. Now I want you to tell me why you'd lock the doors and sit next to me when the carriage is empty." She makes a choking noise and I loosen my grip enough to stop bruises forming.
"You're a monster, Way" she spits at me. "You going to kill me like your little friend killed all those innocent people, huh? Don't pretend you don't know what I stand for, Way" she says.
"No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. What do the people down in HQ want?" I'm determined to teach her how to think before she's brainwashed into never thinking for herself.
"To kill you and Iero." She's sure of herself, wants to prove herself.
"Right. Why?"
"Because you're a danger to society."
"If I were to...break your neck" I squeeze her throat enough for her to start panicking before releasing my grasp to merely pinning her back, "would the government pay your bills and help you live?"
She looks terrified, the hand on her windpipe causing her to struggle unnecessarily, her eyes darting. I don't like how uncomfortable I'm making this kid particularly, but I pretend to be, my mouth hanging slightly open in a twisted smirk.
"Answer me, Eleanor" I warn, tightening my vice like grip by a millimeter.
"No" she whispers.
"No. And if I were to take all your food so you were starving in the street, would the government care?" Uncertainty and realization dawn on her face.
"No..." she says hoarsely.
"See...I'm not so bad after all..." I whisper soothingly, still not risking releasing the pressure on her neck.
"But you assassinated the opposing president when you were 17 like me! You stand for this government..." she trails off.
"Look, I learnt to think for myself. Maybe you should do the same, sweet-pea... I think you're learning." I chastely plant the briefest of kisses on her lips, and push my crimson hair behind my ear as the train clacks to a halt and I kick open the carriage door to see my boyfriend who I could love as freely as I dared.

Notes

I am so so /so/ sorry I've been gone for nearly 3 weeks! Time kind of got away from me I guess. Anyway, here's a little more of Gerard's past for you.
I read all your comments guys, and messages, and I appreciate the odd rate as well, so please chat, I don't bite too hard.
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