So, found this in the dredges of my archives- my handwritten archives to be exact…. And I thought that you lot might want to read it. This sucker's pretty old too, so I had to decipher some really bad handwriting of mine…. Hope you enjoy…. By the way, this is what I named it after: a heavy sea wave that breaks into white foam on the shore or a shoal. I don't know why, but it fits. BY THE WAY, RATED M FOR A REASON, IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE STRONG LANGUAGE AND SMUT, DO NOT READ!

Disclaimer: I don't Own Codename: Kids Next Door.

Breaker

Chapter 1

Her red hair was swinging from side to side as she strutted down the mars-base hallway with a swagger only matched by numbuh 60, who, at the moment, at his own domain at the North Pole Training/ Prison Base- the TND section. Or, so she thought… until the 17-year- old redhead was slammed up against her suddenly closed and locked office door.

He had her with her arms in his vise- like grip, his other hand, callused and rough made its way under her loos fitting sweater, lingering on the soft pampered skin of her belly, and moved its way up to her chest and snaked around to the catch of her bra. He undid the annoying bit of fabric with two fingers and drew it away… along with her sweater. He heard her gasp, and watched the goosebumps spread across her pallid skin as the cool air came into contact. Her brilliantly green eyes went half lidded.

She did not miss the predatory glint in his silver eyes, as his shaggy, blue- black head bent down to her chest, sucking the pale pink nipple in his mouth. He felt, rather than heard her groan, and he smirked. He'd never wanted her as much as he did now- and oh, dear God, he always wanted her. She was the only one. Had always been.

He'd never felt this hot before… this burning was tearing through him like one of Grandfather's fire balls. Her groaning and whimpering was getting to him… he didn't think that he could stop now. IF she asked him to, he would die… and she was burning for his touch.

"P-Patton…" She gasped, squirming under his hand. He laughed in her ear.

"Tell me what you want, Fan-Fan…" his whisper was rough, barely restrained lust in every word, making it darker…. His words had started slurring, and taking on a polish accent as he nipped at her ear. She moaned as he attacked her neck, biting and sucking.

"No one else…. Had better touch you…." He snarled. He felt her quake in his arms, and knew that she was his. She was the only one that he could do this to… she was the only one who could take his near bruising caresses without wincing… and even when he did mark her ivory skin with the dark purple marks…

She was putty in his hands, he could feel her melting for him… and he gloried in it as much as she did, he took her lips again as he….

Woke up.

The nineteen year old TND officer, Patton Dimitri Drilovski gasped as he shot upright in bed like a bullet.

"Damn it… not this again…" he hissed out, muttering dark explicatives in Polish under his breath. "This is completely ridiculous." He muttered.

HE hated her. He didn't think of her in that way

(Lie)

He certantly didn't care if some other poor sap did, so forget the jealousy

(Blasphemy)

And he sure as hell didn't want to screw her… hell, he didn't want to be within a 50-mile radius of her, let alone touch her…

(So much of a complete and total lie that at this point the writer stops typing to snort and mutter "Denial is not just a river in Egypt…")

He ran a hand through his messy black hair. There was seriously no end to this. He hated her. He wouldn't shed a tear if she suddenly disappeared from exsistance.

'Lies, Patton, complete downright lies…" A voice in his mind- one that sounded a bit too much like the redheaded viper- laughed 'Ye should ge' tha' checked out… ye need some help if ye're gonna keep lyin' to yerself.'

He snarled in annoyance as he got up to take yet another cold as ice shower, and glared at the alarm clock on his bedside table as he walked out.

It read 2:00 am. He had gone to bed at 11:30. Today was going to be hell….

"Stupid redheaded Irish bitch…." He muttered resentfully.

She calmly walked out of her mars base office, where she was now not only the Global Tactics Officer, but the head of the TND recommissioning squad (as well as the 'police force' of the TND). She smirked as she walked down M-Base's docking station. Nothing, not even running into numbuh 60- the bane of her existence- could ruin her mood today.

She didn't care what he tried to throw at her today. She laughed as she climbed into her vehicle and left for the North Pole Prison Base.

….

She walked to the prison sector of the base- nearly gagging as she walked past the cell of their former 4th grade student prez, and his girlfriend/ former secretary.

Scratch not gagging, she was trying not to vomit. Why the hell they'd been put into the same cell was beyond her. "Note to self… ask numbuh 60 to put 'em in separate cells." She muttered to herself, swinging her long red hair behind her shoulder.

As she walked down the hall, she realized that one of the cells was open- oddly enough, the cell that usually held Mr. Boss… her father. As Mr. Boss was not scheduled for release until next month.

As much as she loved her father, she did not try to bend the rules and get him out early (not that he ever learned his lesson and stopped trying to destroy all of kid kind)…. Alarmed, she started toward it to check.

But when she entered the cell, it wasn't her father.

Patton Drilovski himself was seated on the cot; and it looked as if he'd been waiting for her. She ignored her heart's stuttering and approached. He looked up at her (for the first time in… forever, really. She was usually the one looking up at her), and that trademark smirk crept to his lips.

She took a small step back. That smirk put her on edge… and he knew it.

"Hullo, Fanny." His smirk grew wider as he took in her expression, her cat-like eyes narrowed slightly; down to her mouth, which was set in an almost childlike pout. She couldn't help the shiver that wracked through her body as his dark gaze lingered on her lips.

His eyes- formerly a shockingly silver grey, had darkened until they glittered like a polished onyx stone, yet the heat in those shining dark eyes had her backing up again.

"P-Patton, what're ye doing here?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, as he stood up to approach the small Irish redhead.

"I'm in charge of this place. I go where I want, miłość(1)," he stated, arrogance loaded into his tone. He had gotten up and was now standing in front of her. Although he spoke in Polish, he did so with a fake Irish accent.

She tried to get out the door behind her, only to find her back hitting the closed door. 'How did that happen?' the wondered wildly.

Not that it mattered, because, in that moment, he had grabbed both of her forearms in his powerful hands and yanked her up against his rock hard body.

She tried- unsuccessfully to squirm away- to push him back, only to realize that it was about as helpful as trying to shove away a brick wall.

"P-Patton, Let me go." She snapped trying to not show fear… or worse by far, anticipation. He laughed.

Glittering black eyes turbulent with want, he loomed over her, and he lifted her chin up so that their eyes were matched, and his smirk lessened, his expression became more serious. "Do you really want me to, piękny(2)?" he whispered,

"Dhia…(3)" she gasped, her voice breaking as she whispered, losing her grasp on English as his peppermint and chocolate breath wafted across her face. She fidgeted, still trying to keep a handle on her obvious reaction with an annoyed huff.

It was difficult to do… especially as his hands- rough with calluses- ran up and down her arms… and why that felt so good was a mystery to her.

His face was mere millimeters away from hers, and suddenly, her knees felt weak and shaky. With a small amount of relief, she realized that he was holding her up.

Only for a second, though, because then his lips touched hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip- just a bit too hard, and she whimpered a bit because it hurt, then his tongue slipped out to sooth the sting… and then slipped past her lips when she gasped. He had taken full advantage and the whirlwind took her with all the fury of a hurricane or a blizzard. She whimpered, knees finally caving in.

She almost wished that she would collapse. No such luck… of course not. This was Patton. No, he fully supported her weight now, and picked her up as if she were his bride. But he never broke the kiss.

So, instead of trying to limply fall away, she wrapped her arms around his neck, buried them into his hair, and hung on for dear life

…

Fanny woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright on her bed. She hyperventilated for a bit until she got her breathing under control, and when she did, she fell back, and let out a long moan as her head hit the pillow.

"What the hell was that?" she groaned, throwing off her blanket. She shivered as the cold winter wind hit her body through the shorts and tank top she usually wore for pajamas. Ironically, the cold only made her condition worse…

…He was in the constant arctic chill for most of the year….

"Go hIfreann leis seo(4)…" she growled, grabbing the blanket back and tucking it around her to ward off the cold. She just had to put it in the back of her mind… that was all…

She closed her eyes and tried to get some more sleep.

Mars Base- 0900 hours-

Rachel watched as her best friend walked into the office that she now sat in

The other girl looked exhausted. Her red hair in more of a disarray than usual, and her skin was two shades paler than normal. Rachel raised an eyebrow at her and sighed.

"Fan, you really need to get more sleep," she said as a greeting

The other girl snorted.

"Yeah, well it would help if I didn't keep having these weird- ass dreams…" she muttered.

Rachel's eyebrow raised even higher. "Uh, okay…."

The redhead just sent her a withering glare. "Don't ask, Rachel. Please don't ask." Rachel chuckled. She had a feeling that she knew what was going on. She also knew that Fanny would hate her in a few short seconds.

"Back to business, 86. I need you to get to the prison base. Numbuh 60 has yet to turn in a report that he said that he'd give me last week."

Fanny groaned. "Oh, come on, Rachel! Can't ye send someone else… like numbuh 35- who's actual job is to do things like that?"

Rachel sighed. "If only… look, as far as I know, he's already put numbuhs 35, 1701, and three others in for remedial training for 'bugging' him about it. You're the only one- besides me, really- that he cannot demote or put in extra training."

…

She stomped into the North Pole Prison Base- after landing on the New Siberian Island. Her temper swirling around her, warmer than any coat she could have brought (though, she was wearing one).

"Where is he?" she said it quietly. Her face was calm despite the black vortex that seemed to wrap around her

Pete and Peter Taylor both gulped. The 44 twins may have been used to the rages of both Numbuh 60 and the red haired teen in front of them, but that did not make it any less terrifying. Pete gulped and his twin whimpered. Both nearly felt sorry for their leader.

"He's in his office, sir." Peter muttered. She gave the twins a forced smile of gratitude.

"Thank ye two." She said it calmly, careful to not take her temper out on them as was a habit that she'd finally gotten rid of.

When she was in front of the office door, she tried to put her anger aside, to be professional and calm… but she'd never been good at doing so.

Neither was she the type to be nice about it… especially when she was running on maybe an hours' worth of sleep. She managed to nock.

NO answer. She hissed, and tried the door knob… and then knocked again. It was locked, and still, no one was answering, although she swore that she could hear his deep voice chuckling. Her eyes narrowed.

She tried to be nice…..

She'd really tried…

But if he thought that a locked door would detour her, he was sadly mistaken. She raised an eyebrow. He should've known that Rachel would eventually send her… She'd done so many times in the past (at the peril of many other operatives… these little visits had never ended well…).

Calmly, the redheaded operative took a different stance and controlled her breathing, took a deep breath, let it out slowly… and, putting all of her considerable will and sheer force into it, kicked the door so hard that the wood splintered and broke.

The door opened only to reveal not only numbuh 60, but numbuh 14 as well, who was in is arms in a kiss that belonged (in Fanny's opinion) in a scene of 'Majority Rules'- an almost porno soap opera.

"Hullo, numbuh 60, I'm sorry to interrupt the two of you… I did knock…. Obviously, ye didn't hear me, but really, if ye'd turn in yer reports on time- or at least hand them off to the other operatives tha' come and ask about it, then ye wouldn't have to deal with these nasty little visits."

Numbuh 14 shrieked as numbuh 60 hissed, glaring at the redhead.

"The door was locked for a reason, numbuh 86." He snarled. She only smiled.

"SO it was, and I'll apologize to numbuh 14 for the intrusion, but you've got a report that numbuh 362 told me to come get, and as I'm sure we've both got better things to do right now, and I sure doona want to have to baby sit ye- never did, and I wouldn't have to if ye'd turn the damn things in when they're supposed to be… I'll leave ye alone as soon as I get the damn report." Her voice was oddly pleasant as she held out her hand.

Again, numbuh 60 snarled at her, but he grabbed a wrinkled pack of papers and slammed it into her hand. She smiled at him with a saccharine sweetness as she took it.

"Get yer God damned reports in on time, an' I wouldn't have to break yer door. She turned to walk out and then sighed. "Sorry again, for the intrusion, numbuh 14." She drawled as she walked out.

She was even more pissed when she slapped the report on Rachel's desk 20 minutes later.

"Here's the fuckin' report, Rachel." She snarled.

Rachel raised an eyebrow at her best friend. "Eh, Problem, Fanny?" she asked the redhead.

"NO." the word came out forcefully, leaving Rachel to wonder just what had pissed the girl off so much. Of course, the answer to that had been simple. Patton.

How was the question, now. The officer in question had been giving the Irish girl as much of a distance as was humanly possible for the last three years.

Rachel shook her head, knowing that it wouldn't be a good idea to meddle in it. So she tried to shrug it off as much as she could…

And she had no sooner decided this when Patton himself came barging in.

"What the HELL, Rachel?" he yelled, handsome face twisted in pure and total fury. Rachel's toffee colored eyes narrowed in warning

"Whatever do you mean, Numbuh 60?" she asked, voice crisp. "Are you referring to Fran's destruction of your office door and intrusion of your privacy?"

His own grey eyes narrowed at his supreme leader and a hiss came from his throat.

"Patton, seriously, that report was due a month ago, and you put every other operative I sent to get it in intensive training for asking you about it, the last of which being numbuh 35 last week. What did you expect me to do? I am the supreme leader of the TND, and I need those reports to do my job."

"And I always get the damn things in, on time or not-"

"That is not the issue, here, 60." Rachel snapped, "It's the fact that I need them when you're supposed to get them in. I wouldn't have even sent Fran if it wasn't for the fact that- besides myself- she is the only one that you can't make to extra training when she pisses you off! Not to mention, it seems as if she's the only person you will apparently do anything to get away from! Speaking of which, why are you avoiding her like a plague?"

She studied his face as it changed from pissed off to pale and almost sick looking.

"No reason… I just don't like her."

"And that, Patton is so much of a lie- and so much of an obvious one – that I cannot even express it in words. If you actually expect me to believe that crutch you fall back on, you are sadly mistaken…. And utterly insulting my intelligence."

He winced and sighed. "I don't even know myself, Rachel. Honestly, I don't know what the hell's going on here…"

"Yeah, no kidding… from what I heard- and I had to force her to tell me, Fran caught you in your office as you were in a hell of a make-out party with Mary-Lou Sara-Jane Jones… and her shirt was off? Really, Patton, a little decorum in the office would be nice…"

"What the hell does that mean?" Patton asked, voice cooling… an icy kind of temper starting to swirl in those deep grey eyes.

"To put it simply? No sex during TND work hours."

He glared and left.

miłość-Love (Polish)

piękny- Beautiful (Polish)

Dhia- Oh, God (Irish)

Go hIfreann leis seo- To Hell With This (Irish)

Or at least so says Google….. Anyway…. As always, R&R, I love them.