So much fun . . . so little time . . . I own nothing . . .

The Aftermath

Chaos grumbled as she surveyed the garage, assessing the damage and clean up time with a snarl.

Mirror had been her life less than twenty four hours and he was already causing her heartache.

She grimaced, grabbing the bucket and using a portion of the towels to sop up the puddles of blue water Mirror had left in his wake. She tossed the drenched towels into the bucket, pulling her hair back up into a messy bun as she stood to get more.

Of course he couldn't just use normal water. He had to use something to stain the damn floor if it wasn't cleaned up almost immediately.

She sighed, heading to through the now deserted garage for more towels. At least no one was here to see her on bended knees scrubbing up blueberry bubbles . . .

She was almost to the utility/storage closet when she ran into something hard and warm, slipping on the remaining water on the floor and landing flat on her ass.

"OW! Son of a bitch that hurt."

She looked up to see Sphinx looking down at her like she was crazy. She knew she was blushing and damn it she didn't care. She'd just fallen flat on her ass into a puddle of blue water.

She was allowed to curse and be upset.

The stoic man continued to stare at her for what seemed like an eternity before letting out a long suffering sigh and extending his hand to her; pulling her to her feet in one smooth motion.

She nodded, still blushing.

"Thanks. Sorry about running into you."

He shrugged his eyebrows before going around her to the main garage to (apparently) look for the others.

When she came back, he was holding his still soaked shirt out and looking at it disdainfully as the water dripped from the still sopping material. His suspenders were still attached to his jeans and hanging on either side of his waist. Chaos turned, going back to trying to get the water up as she realized why he wore them as his pants sagged just enough to see the deep V of his pelvic bones and the top of his underpants.

She chastised herself as she forced her eyes to the blue puddles and away from the toned chest and abs and pelvic dips. Good lord she had to call Mia and Paul when she ever got home. They would love this. She'd been here less than a day and she'd already found a few wonderful pieces of eye candy. Though she doubted Mia would agree about the glowering man before her she knew Paul would love it.

She threw another soaked rag in the bucket, grabbing a new one from the pile and starting on another puddle which let her see the huge black sphinx tattoo that wrapped under his left shoulder down his side. It was an amazing tattoo, like most of the ones that littered his body. She traced the lines with her eyes for a second before they traveled to the scars beside it. Instead of detracting from the view (and what a view it was) they actually added to it.

Made him seem more real than anyone else with that build and his attitude would.

He apparently felt her eyes and turned quirking a brow at her. She blushed but covered her staring as quickly as she could by tossing the barely used rag in the bucket with its fallen brethren. Finally the silence was just too much.

"They all left, the other members of your crew I mean. I actually thought I was the only one here until I ran into you."

She sighed, glancing down at her watch. It was two o'clock in the morning.

Great.

"Remind me to castrate your friend for this shit. I haven't even known him a day and he's already knocking me out of sleep. Is it really not bad enough that I've already gone a bare knuckle round with the other idiot? Now I have to duck highly pressurized blue water. We all look like we've been swimming in a toilet somewhere."

She looked up and groaned to herself at the look he was giving her. Oh great. She thought he was hot and he thinks she's crazy.

Awesome.

Sphinx knew both of his brows were substantially closer to his hair line as he looked down at her but he couldn't help it. He hadn't really given any thought to what they'd looked like after the Smurf Attack but as he looked down at the blue on his skin he had to chuckle. She had a point.

They really did look like they'd taken a dive in a urinal . . .

He looked back up at her in time to see her glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

He quirked a brow; letting her know she'd been caught.

Chaos groaned, burying her face in her hands as though to shield herself from the bright blush overtaking her skin. Not that it helped.

Huh. Apparently Otto didn't know just how much of a handful the girl actually was . . . judging by the muffled curse spilling from beneath her hands. None of them would've ever expected her to sound like this.

Actually, they hadn't known what to expect at all. All he and Atley had heard from Otto (via Memphis the closet gossip queen of course) was how cute and lady like the girl had been when she was younger, a tom boy streak showing every now and again.

But as he took in her own blue spotted apparel and the casual liquid way she moved, he had to guess that some of the little lady had faded away to whoever this was before him. All he knew as he watched her stand and go to start cutting lights, grumbling and gathering things as she went, was that she was definitely going to change some things around the shop and the crew.

She came back, holding the canvas duffel and a set of keys to the Porsche outside with her shoes in hand. She stopped in front of him, shifting the duffel and shoes to extend her now free hand to him.

"I'm Chaosia by the way. I mean . . . I know I told Memphis but it just seems rude to not introduce myself when it's just us, ya know?"

He shrugged.

What the hell.

He took her much smaller hand in his and shook once, noticing that despite the fact that she was tiny she had a surprisingly strong grip and callouses along the palms from some sort of work. Huh. That was interesting.

She smiled bashfully, shrugging as she said, "Well, it was interesting to meet you, Mr. Sphinx. Wanna walk out with me?"

He nodded, only then realizing that he was still holding her hand. He dropped it, grabbing is drenched coat and following the girl, waiting by the main door as she locked it. She tested it and turned, waving as she made her way to the Cayenne.

"Well, I'll see you around. Have a good night."

And with that, she closed the door and started the engine. When she pulled out of the lot, he noticed something interesting about her car. Not only was it a Turbo but it had a surf rack on top.

Huh. Well, that explained the bare feet and callouses.

As he crawled into the Malibu, he grimaced as he heard his wet jeans squeak against the leather. He moved again, trying to get comfortable only to her more squeaks and squishes.

Oh he was going to kill Mirror if this ruined his upholstery.

As he pulled out and made his way to his apartment, he didn't notice his mind wondering to the petite little blond that had just plopped herself in with their crew until he was entering his key code for the parking complex.

He growled at himself. The girl was too young and far too naïve for him to even think of messing with. Besides, Otto would figure out a way to have his skull. Plus, he'd seen the way Tumbler had been eying the girl as she and Kip had talked. Better to leave the emotional shit to the younglings.

As he entered the building and got on the elevator he couldn't help the stray thought that passed through his mind. It had been a while since he'd been in any form of relationship, physical or otherwise. Which is probably why he'd noticed her to begin with.

Besides, boy-o what would she want with you?

I know, I know. It's weird but bear with me. Later!