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When He's In Your Arms

Erika lured him into working for Lane's terrorist schemes under the guise of CIA operations, justifying atrocities with twisted logic. His conscience gnawed at him; killing didn't provide solace. His days were bleak until Ethan Hunt entered his life.

I don't want August to die and I think some plots imply that he is not totally a bad guy. So I want to save him and write a romantic story for Ethan and him >_<

August is still struggling on the edge of the cliff. His blue eyes are no more horrifying than a lion’s since the pupils can hardly ever focus because of the exhaustion, just like two gorgeous sapphires. He wishes the fucking helicopter wouldn’t explode so soon so that he can escape from such an extreme situation and clarify that he is not a betrayer at all to the whole action team. He swears he will punch Ethan: This idiot doesn’t find anything unusual at all??? Although he has to say that it’s just a slight difference, it’s super surprising that he doesn’t find anything wrong with the controller??

Hope I can get the chance, dude. August murmured. He doesn’t really want to punch at him. He knows that the American agent will always be very happy after knowing some good news, though he tends to be quite serious at the beginning… He wants to see the loving smile on Ethan’s face when he knows he’s on their side. He is a direct man, doing things directly, but this time, he can’t simply shout at Ethan and ask him to help him get rid of this disgusting helicopter. He is too vulnerable to do so, maintaining in the narrow room is not an easy task and he runs all his energy. Meanwhile, Lane’s monitors are everywhere in his suit. He doesn’t want to be traced and murdered after escape or drag Ethan with him.

He was once a loyal agent working for the Apostles. He killed innocent women and children and spread different strains of the virus. That was why he was called the Hammer. He destroyed everything in the way. Lane usually praised him for doing such a thing. “I am Professor Moriarty and you, my friend, are the modern-day Moran!” Solomon laughed and told him from time to time. He was famous as a criminal, but he knew he didn’t want it. At first, he was a common CIA agent, being told to do some cliché tasks. One day a woman called Erika came and became the connection between Solomon and him. He was told to do all kinds of disgusting things, in the name of CIA, of course. He gradually realized Erika was a terrorist working for Lane who silently came into the CIA system, asking the best agents to work for them. They disguised so well and found many justice excuses for each mission. If they didn’t let him explode the plutonium bomb to destroy the world, he wouldn’t make his assumption so certain. He always asked himself if he did the right thing, killing people didn’t cure him. His days were dark and decadent, he couldn’t aim the target of his life though he is an outstanding shooter. Fortunately, everything changes after meeting Ethan Hunt.

He first met him at the airport. Erika wants him to murder Hunt, the IMF agent. She said he was a potential threat because he saves people and causes failure. But Walker was crystal that she wanted to kill him simply because he was a talented agent who could probably stop her destruction plan. He is a good man. I have to protect him. August thought. Of course, he was staring at Hunt’s shiny smile and lovely green eyes. They were like spring, rushing all his unhappiness away. What a man! He murmured and laughed slightly. At the very first he regarded Hunt as a good-looking man, but they built a very strong bond when doing the mission. He truly appreciates Ethan’s bravery and Hunt sometimes laughs at him because of… acting like a hammer? Whatever, they got close. Now, however, the close friends appear to be totally split up. Ethan picks up the controller and waves it to show off, “Get your controller, and bye explosion! Seems your effort is wasted hah.” He says happily, with a charming smile on his face. He briefly checks the controller to see if there is any trap. Doubt everything is what a professional agent should do, isn’t it? To his surprise, there is something wrong with it. The button is totally broken. Ethan thinks it was broken during the scuffle. However, the circuit system is also down. This couldn’t be destroyed with ease because they were hide inside the box. Someone meant to do it, but he didn’t get a chance to do so. Consequently, the only person who could turn down the whole system is…

“Jesus, it’s Walker!” Ethan cried. Indeed, August had many opportunities to kill Ethan in the mission and pretended to be an incident, in the elevator or the sewer… but he didn’t. How could a hammer stop cleaning his rivals? This would never be possible, but silly Ethan obviously didn’t take this into consideration. He created a fake enemy. He is so pleased to know that. He doesn’t want to step on two separate and opposite ways with him. A British man with an attractive appearance and a good mind is always impressive for everyone. Moreover, Ethan does admire his determination so much. Ethan relaxes a bit after knowing the plutonium bomb won’t explode, but his partner August is not relaxed at all. He could have asked Benji and Luther for help, unluckily the radio is down. He knows the Apostles have monitors on Walker’s suit. Every agent, especially the best of the best, is an unstable element of these terror organizations. Being told to do tasks and get paid doesn’t mean they have to be loyal to their so-called leader. Moral standards, emotions, and other factors may affect which side they are on. Although they were well-trained, it doesn’t mean they will not betray their teams. Even a small percentage of possibilities exist. So, he can’t simply shout at him to notify he got his information, and that he will help him. It’s some indirect methods that he has to take. “Hey, August, take our song as my last precious gift for you.” Ethan signs. He isn’t sure whether Walker can read this and realizes his reply and deeper feelings. Oh, his reply, no doubt takes the first place. How can you mix my personal thing and work together, you silly Ethan, he blames himself, but it doesn’t matter because August does get it.

“Our song” was special to both Ethan and August, though they both think this is quite embarrassing and the scene always lingers in their mind. A noisy night with gun fires and dead bodies, they finished their small task and stepped into a bar, which didn’t seem to be much quieter. They ordered two glasses of whiskey to calm themselves down and casually chatted. The topics were no more than making fun of each other and judging some boring and ridiculous spy movies. Once a song called When a Girl’s in Your Arms was played by the jukebox, Ethan sang along with the background music. It was not a very loud voice, compared to the annoying and chaotic environment, his voice was supposed to be weaker, but in August’s mind, it was clear and touching somehow. He has a sweet voice, he mused. “So hold her tight, and never let her go…” Seeing his intoxicated face, August wanted to play a prank, he leaned into Ethan's space, pretending to be held, and sang along. Surprisingly, Ethan really gave him a warm hug and stared at his blue sky using his green ocean. “I will hold you tight and protect you forever, Augie-Pie.” Ethan slurred. August thought he was probably drunk, that was why he said these incredible words. Embarrassed, Walker found himself blushing, unexpectedly touched.

“Cable?” August says weakly. He can hardly ever see a thing, even the sky becomes darker. He wants to gamble, to see his partner’s lovely face, his fascinating eyes, and his strong body, though he knows he will probably fail. He is too tired to save himself. He did too many things wrong, slaughter, destruction, bio attack… He is the death, the most demonic death ever. He never takes the villains to hell but flays the innocent lives’ skin and drinks their blood without blinking his eyes. The retribution comes, he murmurs, this cursed man doesn’t deserve to be saved, despite there being a pleasant seed secretly growing in his tough heart. Ethan tightens the cable a bit and notifies Walker it’s time to climb. No magnesium powder, both of them don’t know if this British boy can overcome this 90-degree cliff.

He slowly holds the rope and climbs up. Although the cable is not very smooth, the friction force is considerably small. The wreck of the helicopter is burning, flames are like dancing girls to attract him to fall and have Tennessee waltz with them, sparkles everywhere. He is sweating, sweat comes into his eyes and wets his hair. Pain, forever pain, endless pain, he struggles. As if the fire heats the cable, he finds he wants to release his hands and simply fall. The resistance force of the air and the feeling of the loss of gravity feel fantastic, people always be dumb in extreme situations, he ridicules himself, you want to be numb too, huh. Mr. Smile is waiting for him, he can’t just go, Ethan doesn’t loosen the other side of the cable, how can he give up?

Somehow, he finally reaches the edge of the flat rock in the abyss. Ethan drags him on the platform and lets him lean on his right shoulder. His shoulder is not as wide as August’s, but comforts Walker a lot. He throws the disgusting monitor away and at the meantime, the helicopter explodes, dust’ everywhere. Hunt gives Walker a soft hug, and rough hands gently touch his back which is full of scars. He guesses agents like them won’t feel scared after experiencing a disaster anymore, but he still wants to tell Walker that he will be with him. “I will never let you go and face dangers alone now,” he smiles, “You are the boy in my heart.”

“You are the special one to me, too.” August looks into Ethan’s eyes. Beautiful irises reflect the burning fire after explosion, pure and passionate, like love.

“I love you,” they both said.

#mission impossible #august walker #ethan hunt

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