5 years. Assumed names, assumed lives. On a world light-years from your own home. One small slip of the tongue might just bring an important mission down around your ears. Lives lost, your family's reputation shattered. Thank God, your partner in this is someone who has literally been a part of you, who can practically read your thoughts without even a look. Every day, you're forced to lie about what you are, who you are, your relationship to each other. Except to each other. Until time flies and another, more obvious kind of slip of the tongue tears masks away, along with caution. You make the lie heated truth. No, you should not be doing this, most especially not with *him*, but who the hell can stop you? Who the hell will tell? Certainly not you.

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