A/N: Alright it's been really requested that I make a second part to Jammer and the Drone, so here is it! Again, shoutout to the Siege FF discord server. For this story I ask ya play "Love ofMy Life" by Queen when you see (*). Here's a handy link: watch?v=2o2RwOWhhJY Alright on with the story!

Emmanuelle stared up at her ceiling as she laid flat on her bed. Many different thoughts were running through her head, each one going back to one person: Mark. The slightest thought of the small waltz the two shared made the French woman's heart skip a beat. She longed for it once again, or if it could have gone for just a bit longer; she could have gained the courage she needed to tell the Brit how she felt. Nonetheless, Mark was happy with Grace and Emma was alone.

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocks on her door caught Emma by surprise, she did not even feel like she had told the person to come in, when her door began to open.

"Hey, Emma!" Her fellow GIGN operative, Julien "Rook" Nizan, greeted in his usually cheery tone.

"Mmmm" Emma groaned as she continued to stare up at her ceiling.

"I thought you might've gotten hungry in your self loathing, so I brought you something to eat!" Julien smiled as he revealed a bag from a local sandwich shop they both visit frequently.

"I'm not hungry.." Emma lied.

"Em, I know when you're lying." The young Frenchman smirked, shaking one of the bags; "I got you your favorite~."

"Fine give me the stupid sandwich." Emma sat upright and snatched the bag from Julien.

"Haha, knew you'd cave in." Julien laughed; "So, what's been bothering you?"

"*sigh* Same thing."

"Mark?"

Emma said nothing; Julien took this as confirmation.

"Well I think it's time that you try and move on."

"You think I haven't tried!" Emma shouted, tears beginning to form. "I'm...I'm happy that Mark is with someone. I just wish it were me is all."

"I know, Em." The young Frenchman sat down next to her. "But maybe, it's best you both stay as friends. Not ruin what you two got."

Emma slowly nodded her head as she took another bite of her sandwich.

"Have you spoken to him since that night?"

"Uh-uh. I've tried to avoid him." Emma sighed; "I just remember that night."

"Well there's your problem, Emma." Julien placed his hand on her shoulder; "You two need to talk about this."

Emma opened her mouth as her phone began to ring. Seeing who the person calling her was forze her in place; it was Mark.

"Well look at who we have here." Julien nudged his French teammate. "What're you waiting for? Answer him."

"Wha-What do I say?" Emma panicked.

"Don't think, just do!" Julien rolled his eyes as he swiped to answer the call.

"Hello?" Emma asked, giving a small glare at Julien for accepting the call.

"Hey Em, how's it going?" Mark asked over the phone, his voice was quiet, like he was whispering.

"I'm doing alright, Mark. What's wrong?"

"Not much-Hey, can we meet?"

"Sure, when?"

"Right now?"

"Ummm…" Emma turned over to Julien, who had a huge grin on his face and gave her the thumbs up.

"Sure, we can meet."

Both said their goodbyes and Emma hung up her phone. Julien jumped for joy as the Frenchwoman put her phone away.

"Mon Dieu, you are too much at times, Juju." Emma got up from her bed. "Alright, go on, I have to meet with someone."

"Remember, tell him how you feel!" Julien patted Emma as he left her room. The Frenchwoman took a deep breath in as she walked over to the SAS dorms.

'You can do this, Emmanuelle…' Emma told herself as she stood in front of Mark's door. She raised her hand to knock but hesitated; she inched her hand closer but still did not knock.

'Argh, common! Pull yourself together!'

*knock knock*

"Come in." Mark's muffled voice called out. Emma did as the younger op asked as she saw him on his bed with the light on dimly.

"What's up, Mark?" Emma asked.

"Did I do something to you, Em?"

"What? No! Why would you think that?"

"Well it feels like you've been avoiding me is all."

"Well, you have a point there." Emma sighed. Mark patted on a space on his bed, which Emma accepted. Once she was there, Mark continued.

"Seems like you've been this way since that night. Thought I did something that upset you."

"Well, you sort of have."

"I-I did?" Mark said, shift his body upright; "was it my dancing?"

"Mark, for being so smart, you're clueless at times." Emma chuckled.

Mark chuckled, he got up from his bed to his phone and played a song. A soft piano began as the Brit went to a waltz position. (*)

"I was wondering if we could share a small dance, Emmanuelle." Mark smiled.

"I would love to." Emma smiled, her cheeks turned a soft pink as they danced slowly to the song.

"Love of my life, you've hurt me."

Emma was taken aback from the song as they continued to sway.

"You've broken my heart, and now you leave me. Love of my life can't you see~"

"Mark?" The Brit stayed silent as the song continued.

"Bring it back; bring it back. Don't take it away from me, because you don't know, what it means to me~"

Emma only looked up to her friend, a face full of pain clear as day. He gave a tight hug to the Frenchwoman.

"Love of my life, don't leave me You've stolen my love…"

"She left me…"

"What?"

"...you now desert me."

"She left me, Em."

"Why would she?"

"Love of my life, can't you see?~"

"Not sure, guess I wasn't good enough for her." Mark's voice cracked.

"Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me, because you don't know…"

"She made a mistake." Emma whispered, the two holding on to the embrace.

"What it means to me~"

"So, did you call me to have a shoulder to cry on?" Emma asked, feeling her tone may have been interpreted the wrong way by Mark. Who seemed to be taken aback from her words.

"No. Not necessarily…" Mark's right hand gently wrapped around Emma's waist; "I just..heh, this may sound silly."

"You will remember, when this is blown over."

"What is it Mark?" Emma's heart began to race.

"Everything's all by the way"

"I… aheh- Like I said, I'll sound like an idiot."

"What Mark?"

"When I grow older, I will be there at your side to remind you."

"I started to think that you had a thing for me…"

"And…?" The Frenchwoman asked, nearly pleading for him to finish.

"And maybe, I may have those feelings back for you."

"How I still love you (I still love you!)~"

Emma froze in place as she heard Mark say these words, she practically squealed in joy inside, while they continued their small waltz as the electric guitar played from the song. While the silence was short, it felt an eternity between them, each afraid what to say next.

"I-I don't know what to say, Mark." Emma stuttered to try and find her voice; "I love you, there is no doubt in my mind about that, but…"

"But what, Em?" Mark tilted his head slightly, Emma broke away.

"Hurry back, hurry back. Please bring it back home to me."

"You've broken my heart once, Mark. I-I don't want that to happen again."

"You don't know what it means to me."

"So, you're saying no?" Mark stood in the center of his room, holding back his tears

"Love of my life.~"

"I'm not saying no." Emma shook her head; " just….I'm not ready for it now."

"Love of my life.~"

"I'll talk with you tomorrow, Mark. I just need time alone right now." Emma left the SAS' dorms in a hurry, Mark was all alone as the song came to an end.

'Nice one, Chander…' Mark sighed; 'You royally fucked up.'

Mark spent the rest of his night starting up at his ceiling, his mind going back to one person: Emma.