Amy cautiously made her way down the long hallway toward Rowan's room. Her brown eyes darted down each side of the open hall, afraid she'd run into Emma again. Her heartbeat against her ribs as she made her way slowly through the empty corridors. Her nerves were running rampant. She could feel her hands trembling as she neared Rowan's room.

Stopping before his door, she reached out and gently tapped on it. She glanced over her shoulders, feeling eyes on her. When there was no one around, she tapped on the door again, a feeling of panic building.

The door slowly opened and she was face to face with Rowan. He saw the fear written on her face and motioned for her to enter, head darting out into the hallway, only to see it empty.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to face her, concern evident in his expression. With a soothing tone, he asked, "Are ye all right?"

Amy's mouth fell open as she blinked at him. Her words were stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to tell him the truth - especially when she was having doubts about what the truth was.

He saw the struggle with her thoughts as he studied her. His stormy blue eyes softened as he approached her. "Amy? What's going on? Talk to me."

Taking a slow, deep, and shaky breath in, she closed her eyes to steady her nerves. When she opened her eyes again, Rowan was standing inches before her, hands holding her shoulders gently as he stared deep into her eyes. She licked her lips before letting the words fall out of their own accord. "What happened to me?"

His brow furrowed at her question. "What do ye mean?" His eyes darted around her face, wondering where she was going with this. He could hear the desperation behind her tone.

She sighed heavily, pulling away from him and placing her palm to her forehead. "I don't know, Rowan," she said. "I don't know anymore. I'm so confused-"

"About what?"

"Everything," she admitted, dropping her hand from her head. She turned back to face him. "Tell me the truth...why does Emma hate me?"

"She hates everyone," he told her with a shrug. Amy shot him a disapproving glance. He added, "It's true. She hates everyone except herself." After a moment, he asked, "Is that what this is about? What she did to ye in the hallway?"

Amy sat down on the edge of his bed. She shook her head, blinking tears away from her eyes. "I just...I don't..." a sharp sigh blew from her lips. "What will happen to me if she corners me again and I'm unable to defend myself against her?" Rowan crossed his arms over his chest, listening to her. She added, "Carol told me that I was a fighter and yet...I don't feel like one..."

Rowan stepped forward, kneeling before her, his hands rested on the edge of the bed on either side of her. "If that's what is bothering ye, I can help ye." Her eyes lifted to meet his as he stated, "If ye're worried about defending yerself, then let me train ye."

Amy blinked at him in shock. She hadn't expected him to offer training her so easily. She averted her gaze to her lap. He tilted his head at her, waiting for whatever else on her mind to come forward. When she didn't speak, he stood up and pointed out, "Something tells me that wasn't the only thing worrying ye."

She hesitated. He saw the lingering fear on her face. He sat next to her, voice calm and quiet as he said, "Ye have to trust someone, Amy. Let me be that person for ye."

She turned her eyes toward him. Chewing on the inside of her lip, she studied his face. The sincerity of his expression told her he was telling the truth. She swallowed nervously, deciding she had no other choice but to trust him. "Quinn mentioned that I'm not safe here...but from who?"

Rowan's jaw tensed. She could see his mind working to come up with an answer. He licked his lips before saying, "Rittenhouse."

Her brows furrowed. "Aren't we all Rittenhouse?"

He shook his head, his eyes darkening. "No, we're not all Rittenhouse."

Amy watched the shift in his posture as he said those words. She could see the contempt in his body as he spoke of Rittenhouse. "What happened to you and Quinn?"

He raised his eyebrow as he glanced at her. "What makes ye think that something happened?"

"You seem angry with them for something," she pointed out. "You and Quinn both have said not to trust them-"

"Listen," he began, voice lowering to a whisper. "Rittenhouse is not to be trusted. They've done..." He swallowed, almost choking his words back.

"What have they done?"

Rowan shook his head slightly. "Horrible things." She studied his face, seeing the range of emotions washing over his features. She noticed the briefest hint of fear behind his eyes. She reached out and covered his hand with hers.

His eyes lifted to meet hers. She held his gaze as she whispered, "Whatever happens, I trust you. I trust Quinn. You both have been there for me when I needed it the most. I know I can count on you...And whatever it is Rittenhouse has done to you - to Quinn - I want to be there next to you both as you stop them."

He smiled warmly at her, covering her hand with his free one. Instead of continuing with this conversation, he suggested, "Ye should see Quinn. I know he misses ye."

She nodded. "I will in a minute," she said, eyes studying his face. "I just want to make sure you're okay before I leave." She could see that he was deflecting a matter he simply didn't wish to delve into at the moment, however, she refused to walk away from him when it was painfully obvious he was hurting.

A small smile graced his lips as he held her stare. "I think I will be... Thank ye, Amy."

The two sat next to each other in comfortable silence. For the first time since she was brought to this place, Amy felt a sense of security sitting with Rowan. Something was comforting about his presence. She knew deep down that he would protect her from the world if it came down to it - it was just an instinctual feeling - one she couldn't deny.

A few hours later, Amy found herself sitting next to Quinn's hospital bed. He was still asleep and she couldn't bring herself to wake him up. She decided to sit beside him, patiently waiting for him to stir on his own accord. She had checked his IV and his bandages. Ever since the pinched line before, she had made a mental note to make sure he was getting the proper care he deserved.

She studied his face as he slept. He seemed almost peaceful - unlike the troubled glances he gave her when he was awake and alert. She worried for him a lot of the time when she left in the machine. Even the times she came to visit, he always seemed on edge and concerned for her wellbeing, oftentimes telling her to heed his warnings.

As she sat there, eyes lingering along his features, she couldn't help but feel that he wasn't safe either. He continued to make sure she was all right - even while he remained stuck in the hospital bed inside the infirmary - but Amy was beginning to question if these people were doing something to him when she was forced out onto these missions.

Her mind swam with the sickening thoughts that perhaps her feelings and fears were true. She tried to piece together the reasoning behind why Rittenhouse - or even her mother - would do something so horrific to Quinn. He had been there for her since they found her in the rubble. He had been there to help her, despite being in a critical state himself, when they went back to rescue her sister.

The memory of that mission reminded her of her bandaged wrist. Her dark eyes darted down to the wrapping. She set to the task of removing the gauze. There was a small hint of blood that had seeped into the material but when she examined her wrist, she noticed a small inch wide scar. She blinked at it, trying to remember what happened but was drawing a blank. She lifted her eyes back to Quinn.

One thing was certain as she stared at his sleeping and bandaged face - something sinister was happening behind closed doors - and they were happening to the people she cared for - maybe even to herself.

Amy realized that he wouldn't wake up for some time. She pushed herself to her feet and leaned over to kiss his forehead gently. She gave him a small smile before turning and heading out of the room, tossing her bandage into the trash as she left. She would return later to check in on him but for now, she was determined to begin the next step on her checklist.

She walked with a newfound purpose as she navigated through the old hallways, Amy found herself before a familiar door. She blinked at it, reminding herself of what she needed to do. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door with confidence. As she stood there waiting for it to open, that confidence began to dissolve into panic and worry, questioning herself as the moments passed.

The door creaked open slowly. Her brown eyes lifted to meet the stormy blue ones of Rowan. His brow knitted together briefly as he studied her face quickly. "Amy? What's wrong?"

She twisted her lips in thought before admitting, "I just came back from seeing Quinn-"

"What's happened?" he asked, voice rising with concern for his brother. He pushed the door open further. "Is he okay?"

She blinked at the questions, realizing how she had caused undue fear and panic. "Oh, he's fine! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that-"

He sighed a breath of relief before reaching out and grasping her arm gently, tugging her into his room. He closed the door behind her. Turning around to face her, he asked, "Are ye all right?"

She licked her lips. "I got to thinking that...well...I mean..." She closed her eyes briefly to take a breath in and regain her thoughts. When she gathered herself, she opened her dark eyes to see Rowan standing before her, head tilted off to the side, arms crossed over his chest, clearly pondering what was on her mind. She tried again. "I want you to start training me. I need to know how to defend myself - protect myself and..."

Her voice drifted off and Rowan waited for a moment before raising an eyebrow at her. "And?"

Her eyes darted about his face before she finished her thought. "And so I can protect Quinn and you."

His lips curved upward into a smile as he blinked at her. "What makes ye think we need protection?"

"Because I realized that maybe I'm not the only one who should be careful here," she explained. "I get this unsettled feeling like maybe when we leave on these missions...maybe Quinn is a target-"

"Don't worry so much about Quinn," Rowan began, dropping his arms to his sides. "Quinn knows what he's doing."

"Does he?" she countered. "Because he's doped up on medications that I'm pretty sure are illegal."

Rowan's brows furrowed as he watched her carefully. "What do ye mean?"

"I don't know...I don't even know how I know..." she started, shaking her head, clearly confused. "I just get this sense that he's being given something that's making him worse..." She lifted her eyes to meet Rowan's. She scoffed. "Who the hell am I, Rowan?"

He closed the small gap between the two of them, gently grasping her shoulders. "I'm not sure...but we'll find the answer to that together, all right? Ye have my word on that."

His eyes held a sincerity to them and a mixture of worry and fear for her as she gazed into them. She stood before him, convinced he was her biggest ally in all of this. She felt calm and protected in his presence. This wasn't the first time she felt this way about him and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

Rowan studied her face, eyes lingering at her lips. "When did ye want to begin?"

Her lips lifted at the corners, turning into a smile. "How about now?"

The days had started to drift by, melting into one another. Amy had a difficult time keeping track of the real date with every day that went by. She kept busy with daily sparring lessons with Rowan and evening visits with Quinn. She tried her best to avoid Emma and oftentimes, her own mother.

Quinn continued to recover from the wounds he received back on that mission involving Lucy and the car in the river. He no longer sported the head bandage but had graduated to facial bandages. He still had a long way to go with recovery but to be able to see his face brought a smile to Amy's face.

Amy continued to work with Rowan every day. She had been terrible at the sparring but as the lessons continued, she was beginning to hold her own. She knew she'd never be able to reach the same level as Rowan or Emma, but she had the confidence knowing she'd be less of a victim if something were to occur, especially with the red-headed woman.

On this particular afternoon, Amy found herself on the balls of her feet, hands raised at the level of her eyes as she watched Rowan's movements carefully.

He was in a similar stance as he bounced on his feet, circling her, looking for an opportunity to present itself for an attack. He smirked as he watched the intensity in her eyes as she tracked him. He felt proud of her quick learning ability.

She kept her eyes locked with his. She noticed his eyes barely shifted as he stepped toward her, left hand swinging toward her. She stepped back, blocking the blow with her hands. He swung his other hand toward her. She released her hold on his left hand to stop the strike from the right.

With his long arms, he separated her hands as far as they would go, swinging his right foot behind her heels, kicking her feet out from under her. Her eyes grew wide as she felt herself falling to the floor.

He held onto her wrists as she started falling, keeping her from fully hitting the ground. She could see his expression holding amusement as she slid between his legs. Linking her legs around his, she knocked him off balance.

He released his hold of her, catching himself as he tumbled forward onto the padded floor. She rolled over, scrambling to her feet before lunging onto his back, arms wrapped around his neck in a chokehold from behind.

Rowan grasped her arms, tugging her over his shoulders. She landed on her back, releasing a short gasp from her lips. As she opened her eyes to recover, Rowan was already over her, knee pressed into her neck, holding her firmly in place.

Images of her practicing her self-defense skills come rushing forward as she stared up at Rowan. Instead of Rowan, however, she saw Flynn gazing down at her, wearing a similar amused smile on his lips. She cleared her throat, blinking back the memories. She felt a bit disturbed by the sudden memory as this wasn't the first time she had recalled something involving Flynn - and she hoped it didn't show on her expression.

Rowan smirked as he held her gaze. "Not bad. Ye're getting better." Based on his remark, Amy relaxed, feeling that he was none the wiser to her sudden remembrance.

As he began to lift his knee, she smiled at him, grasping his calf hard and jerking him off balance. He tumbled onto the ground, back against the floor. She jumped onto his abdomen, straddling him, her forearms pressed into his neck. She smiled wide at him. "I had a good teacher."

He chuckled softly as his stormy blue eyes lingered on her face. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he sat up. "Ye're a fast learner."

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, from the sparring or the close proximity to Rowan at the current moment, she was not sure. Her eyes bounced around his face, hyper-aware of their current proximity.

Rowan's hold on her as she wrapped her hands around his neck tightened. His eyes showed an intensity and desire that she hadn't noticed before. She could see the battle taking place within his mind as he chose to keep his distance. She swallowed her nerves as she felt butterflies beginning to form in her stomach. His eyes darted to her lips, leaning slightly toward her.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the door to the gym opened. Amy glanced over Rowan's shoulder to see Emma standing there, arms crossed over her chest, amused smirk on her face. Amy cleared her throat as she pushed herself off of Rowan.

Once the two were standing on their feet, they turned their attention to Emma. She laughed, "Oh, I do hope I was interrupting something-"

"What do ye want Emma?" Rowan asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Her smirk remained on her face as her green eyes darted between the two of them, clearly amused by whatever was happening. "Carol wants you cleaned up and ready to go within the hour."

"Go where?" Rowan asked. He bent down and grabbed his white gym towel from the bench nearby. He wiped the drops of sweat on his face-off, tossing the towel over his shoulder when he was done.

Emma shrugged. "I didn't ask."

"I have a hard time believing ye," Rowan muttered as she left them alone once more. Amy turned and looked at Rowan. He met her gaze and offered a half-smile. "Come on. Better get cleaned up."

It took Amy and Rowan forty minutes to go their separate ways to get cleaned up and back to the room that held the Mothership. Amy's dark eyes scanned the room, watching the agents gathering their supplies for this mission, Emma being among them.

Carol walked into the room after Rowan and Amy. "Amy?" Amy turned to glance at her mother. Carol asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I was going?"

Carol shook her head. "Not this time."

Furrowing her brow, Amy's eyes darted between Carol, Emma, and Rowan. She turned back to Carol. "Why?"

"This is a quick mission," she explained. "They need to move fast."

Emma's smirk didn't go unnoticed by Amy. Rowan tilted his head at Carol, almost questioning the decision. He knew Quinn wasn't out of the infirmary yet and he worried what would happen to Amy if left by herself.

Carol looked at Amy with sad eyes. "Why don't you take a break. I'll come to find you when they've gone."

Amy's eyes bounced between Carol and Rowan. Without having any other options, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Emma chuckled. "She reminds me of Princess Lucy with those pouting fits."

Carol rolled her eyes as she turned to address the rest of the team to update them on their new mission.