Valkyrie Cain had given me the title of λόγο (a new fic of mine), and that's Greek for "Reason", and I loved it so much so there's a bit of Greek in here as a tribute to her... :P A lot of Greek isn't in here because I'm not sure if it'll come out on , so this is a test, I suppose. :p

Once a criminal, always a criminal.

Her fingers quickly typed away at the keyboard, all in code so that no one but her could understand what she was writing.

Μυστικές στρατιωτικές chip (Secret military chip)

Σκοπός:

Χρησιμοποιηθεί για μελλοντική σχέδιο. Σχέδιο δεν θα πρέπει να κατονομάζονται. (Purpose: Used for future plan. Plan will not be named)

She had translated it to Greek, knowing none of her friends would understand it nor would they recognize it, (hopefully), and then she converted it into a code so that she could send it to him.

"Lying again I see."

She glanced at him and simply shrugged, saying nothing.

"Well, I suppose bad habits are hard to break..."

She continued to say nothing, not wanting to let him have the satisfaction he would recieve at her response.

"Speechless, I see."

"What do you want?" She finally said, turning her head to face him. She spoke in a whisper, not wanting to attract the attention of her friends who thought she was "sleeping".

Hm, she supposed bad habits were hard to break.

She finished typing up the plan and sent him it and the blueprints to the area he was going to break into. Hours and hours of research and a little bit of spying was what she had to do to accomplish this task. She sighed when she was done, still not fully understanding how she had gotten herself into this mess.

He chuckled, amused at her predicament. "I'm not allowed to visit my favorite spy?"

She glared at him. "No. You've already gotten me into this mess, you might as well leave me alone and be happy with what you have."

She turned her head and continued to stare at the blank wall in front of her. This action served no purpose but to ignore the man next to her, who was slowly getting closer and closer without her realizing it.

She rolled back her shoulders, trying to relieve the stress that had piled up in there.

This was an annoyance, and it would continue to be an annoyance for as long as she was involved in this ... criminal plot. Somehow, the idea of lying to her friends even more and increasing the risk of getting caught appealed to her for reasons she probably would never understand.

Nor would she try. The answer to that problem would probably be a set of padded walls and a straightjacket.

"But I'm not..." He whispered, his face close to hers. He crossed his arms and leaned down on them on the bed, leaving inches of space between the two. "It's no fun without you being there to help me--"

"Shut up!" She spoke in a loud whisper, trying not to catch her friends' attention. "I thought we settled this. You make me look innocent, and we pretend this never happened!"

He smirked, and chuckled as quietly as one could, and then stood up and dragged her along with him. In a matter of seconds she found herself at his mercy, in his arms, with him holding her tight by her arms.

"How do we pretend that this..." He pulled her closer to him, allowing their bodies to mold together as one. "Never happened?"

Was something wrong with her these past few days? A fever? Some sort of rare disease that makes her act crazy?

Because there's no way she could act like this normally...

Submitting herself to her enemy, reacting to his touch...

Was this really her? Was this something she would normally do?

Of course not!

So then...

"How do we ignore what happened?"

Why was she doing it?

"I-I..." She said nothing as he brought his arms down to her waist, letting his hands explore the rest of her body.

Why did she act like a stuttering school girl around him?

(Besides the fact that she was one...)

"Tell me Samantha..." He said, breathing into her ear, his hand still exploring.

And she allowed it all.

What was wrong with her recently? What could possibly control her to go against everything she believed in, to betray the organization that she was a part of?

What made her do this?

What?

"I... I don't know."

She didn't know. She honestly didn't know, and she didn't think she would ever know.

If they could look at her now...

What would they say? How would they react to her helping her enemy and helping him steal a military chip that could possibly end the world?

She would be such a hypocrite if she tried and stopped him, but if she didn't stop him, her friends, WOOHP, Jerry, they would wonder why! They would suspect her even though she was on the verge of suspicion already. If Jerry didn't suspect her now, she would think it was time for that man to retire...

"Exactly." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "I know I will never forget this..." He showed her exactly what he meant, leaving her to emit a gasp.

"I know that I don't want to forget this..."

"What...?"

"So we might as well keep up this little charade of ours."

He was just a man, just a villain, a criminal, someone's whose words probably didn't matter the next day!

Yet it felt so important to listen.

It felt so important, so relieving, when he said those words.

I know that I don't want to forget this.

And the reason it felt so important?

"You help me make plans to sneak into military bases. I need some materials...

"And in return, both you and I can enjoy our... experimentations with each other."

She didn't want to forget either.

"What do you say?"

He gave her no time to think as he moved to her lips, placing his over hers and allowing her to feel things no other male had ever made her feel before. She felt her hands move to wrap around his neck like a snake, but it was everything but dangerous.

Dammit... why am I responding to this?

But she found she couldn't answer herself.

The only reason she could think of was the feeling she got from him.

But she knew the real reason now. She had felt the amount of control Scam had in that situation. She knew he was enjoying what he had gained, what he had "won" from their little moment.

But...

Not any more.

"I say... sure." She said, smirking, feeling a little of the power he had been feeling.

That "power" felt good. To have control over someone made Sam realize why Scam did what he did.

He smirked as well, but she could tell he was a little disappointed at the refusal to meet his demands.

AKA: The control, the power he had felt in this kiss.

And he knew it was slowly diminishing.

And to take that power away from him... away from the one man who had broken her heart before?

It felt amazing.

And she wanted to feel it again.

Nothing would stop them now.

And nothing would stop her.

So... second chapter was full of flashbacks from what had happened after last chapter's ending... If that doesn't make sense please tell me. It gets more interesting, don't worry... Well, I know Valkyrie and Cresenta like Chapter 8... you'll have to wait for that one.

Yea, I was writing this instead of studying. I suppose this is my way of procrastination... so you may or may not see more chapters up this week, lol.

Love,

Ivy