Must've been while he was kissing me-


Zoey couldn't believe. No, she WOULDN'T believe it.

She watched as Mike destroyed the boats, then the scene changed so that, now, he was tripping Cameron.

She shouldn't believe it. But honestly? It made perfect sense. Why Mike- or should I say Mal- had been acting so strangely these past few weeks.

Zoey felt sick to her stomach. There were so many questions left unanswered. Like, how long had Mike been Mal? The whole time, or just Season five? And more importantly, why hadn't Mike told her about Mal? Was he afraid that she'd think that he was crazy?

But she didn't know what to think. She could feel her stomach drop whenever she thought about it. What if he'd been Mal the whole time, and she'd fallen in love with him, not Mike. And, if that was true, was there even a "Mike", to begin with?

Zoey shut the TV off, unable to even look at it. "Stop it," she scolded herself. "You're being paranoid."

"Or maybe not paranoid enough," came a new voice.

She whipped around, finding herself face-to-face with Mike. "Mal," it escaped through her lips before she could stop it.

He didn't bother looking surprised. Instead, he simply smirked slyly at her.

"Hm. Took you long enough," he said, his hair falling into his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, the same satisfied sneer on his face." I was beginning to think that I'd have to marry you to make you think I was Mike."

"What have you done to Mike?!" Zoey demanded.

Mal chuckled menacingly at her. "Oh, look at that. Your devotion is precious. Of course, I'll tell you, but first," he extended out his hand, "I'll need that disc back. Can't have the competition knowing that I'm not as useless as I'm pretending to be."

She made no move to hand it over. "First tell me what you've done to Mike."

Anger crossed his already cold face. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. "I could always just take the whole hand," he growled.

She got the feeling that he wasn't joking about it either. Zoey slowly passed the disc over to him. Their fingers briefly touched as he snatched it from her.

He put the knife back into its place, turning away from her, obviously ready to forget their deal.

"Hey! We had a deal! You have your disc. Where's Mike?!" When he made no movement to heed her words, she added quietly, "Guess, it's a good thing I gave you spare disc."

She pulled it out of her pocket to show him.

He whipped around violently.

"You stupid child! Don't you get it?! I'm letting you live. Shut up and take it."

Zoey felt herself plague with uncharacteristical anger. "I don't care what you're giving me," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I want to know what's happened to Mike."

A cold, wry chuckle slipped between them. Mal put a hand to his heart, mockingly. "It touches me that you think so highly of us."

"What are you talking about?" Zoey spat, not even bothering to be nice anymore. That time had already come and pass.

Mal smiled. Now he had her attention. And he intended to keep it. "Oh nothing, just thought that the fact that you're so obsessed with me is so adorable."

Zoey turned bright red. "What obsession?!"

Mal almost lost it. This was too easy! "Well, it's simple, really. You say you want someone like Mike. But we both know that you want someone with Mike's appearance, and my personality."

Zoey stared at him like he'd grown a second head, or something. "That's not true!" She defended.

Mal raised an eyebrow at that. "It's not? So, if I did this," he bent down really close to her face, practically kissing her, "you wouldn't want me to kiss you?"

Zoey was finding it hard to think straight with Mal being this close to her, but she thought the answer to whatever he'd just said was "yes".

She opened her mouth to say just that, when he finished, "Too bad."

His lips brushed overs her's roughly. His eyes closed, savoring every moment, as she was most likely about to push him away. But she surprised him when she didn't. Meanwhile, her eyes had widen at that surprising touch.

She felt him run his fingers through her ginger pigtails. She just didn't get it. He seemed so relaxed, as though they'd kissed hundreds of times before.

Mal enjoyed the chaos he was creating within her, breaking her from the inside out. It was relaxing to play with Zoey every now and then, that is, when she was making it fun for him. Luckily for him, this was one of those times.

Zoey felt him deepen the kiss a little by undoing her pigtails. Her hair fell around her shoulders, his fingers tangling the strands playfully. Unfortunately, this also meant that he now in perfect control of her.

Zoey felt him move one hand to her hand, taking it gently in his, his other hand firmly on the back of her head.

After another sweet moment, he finally broke away. His breathe was ragged and raspy, but her's was no better.

He walked over to the door, hand on the knobe. "Yeah," he chuckled, facing away her. "You're right. It's Mike you're into. Though, if memory serves me correct, you two have never kissed like that- or at all, for that matter."

Zoey blushed at the mention. "We were going to eventually," she mutttered.

Mal ignored that. "Oh, and you don't need to worry about the whole 'one personality's girlfriend doesn't make it all the other personalities' girlfriend'. I don't believe in that. Besides, even if Mike did, he's too lucky to have you to do anything about it. And no doubt, that Australian idiot and that other one with the stupid accent will try, anyway."

Zoey stared at him, disbelieving. Was he mad?!

"Oh, by the way, there was one more thing I needed to tell you."

Zoey frowned. "What?"

"I've got the disc," he said showing it to her. "Tell everyone all you like, but they won't believe you."

Her mouth fell open as he swiftly left the room.

She felt a small smile creep onto her face.

He'd taken the disc right out of her hand! "It must've been when he was kissing me," she mused to herself, almost laughing at the silliness of it all.