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Chapter Eight: Faking it...Or Were They?

Irina held her breath. Sark turned a violent shade of green. Sydney felt faint. Vaughn was sweating. Anna had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. The others simply looked on in confusion, some not even understanding the implied meaning.

"I need to go lie down," said Syd softly.

"I'll go with you," Vaughn replied almost immediately.

They both blushed. Sydney staggered. Vaughn, being the gentleman that he is, supported her. They went through the door behind the table.

Through this door were exactly six double beds, one single, a sleeping bag, six wardrobes, some couches, a TV, some video's, a fridge, tons of junk food, and everyone's luggage.

The sleeping arrangements would be chosen later. Vaughn carefully set the faint Syd on the bed. He, not feeling so great himself, lay down next to her. He glanced over at her and carefully kissed her on the forehead before drifting of into a blissful slumber filled with dreams of Sydney, SD-6 being taken down, and Sloane dying a very painful death.

"I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to the restroom," said Sark nauseously.

He ran from the room. Anna sneered at Irina.

"Who's the slut now, Mom?" Anna said, gloating.

Irina's voice was icy cold. She had had a terrible day. Her and Jack had fought, she had seen Anna, she told of her deepest secrets...The list went on and on.

"I am not a slut. I did not hit on Khasinau, like you, Child. He is my father, and I'm sure he does not like to hear catcalls from women young enough to be his Granddaughter, which you are, by the way. And, as I said before, you have no right to call me Mother. Marta is more your mother than me. You inherited far more from her, even though our DNA may be similar. I do not want to hear another word from you this evening. Got it?" Irina said angrily.

Anna looked scared.

"Okay," came her feeble reply.

Irina spun on her heel and entered the bedroom. She smiled, looking at her daughter and her friend. They were soo cute. She would awaken them in fifteen minutes.

About five minutes later, Sark came in the room. The color had returned to his face. She suspected that he had thrown up. He was acting a bit too cheery.

The others talked quietly among themselves. Finally the fifteen minutes had passed. Irina roughly shook Syd and Vaughn awake. Nearly as soon as Vaughn awoke, Anna began flirting with him. She tried to "entice" him by rubbing against him, trying to kiss him, and more poor flirting.

After twenty minutes of this, Vaughn looked like a puppy that had been stuck in a room with a girl who dressed it in doll's clothes. The looks he sent everyone were pleading "Somebody save me!"

Syd saw this and decided to help him. She winked at him. He motioned for him to hurry up. She strutted over. She had changed into a pink tank top and bleached jeans.

"Anna, stop boring the poor guy to death!" Sydney said as if she were talking about the weather.

"Am not!" Anna remarked childishly.

"I could argue about this for almost thirty years, but I really think that his life would be very sad by then," Syd spoke, sounding a bit like her brother's.

"You act like you have any claim on him! I doubt that," Anna said snarkily.

"I do actually. He's my boyfriend. So back away, girl, before this gets ugly! You're ugly enough already!" Syd replied with a smirk.

"Prove that he's your boyfriend," Anna challenged.

"Why do I have to prove anything to YOU?" Syd said angrily.

"Looks like someone's a chicken! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!" shouted Anna.

"Is that a challenge?" Syd asked.

"Yes, I think so," Anna yelled.

"Bring it on!" yelled Syd.

"Kiss him," said Anna smugly.

"Okay. Here goes," she whispered in Vaughn's ear.

Syd and Vaughn's lips collided. For the third time in his life, Vaughn felt like he was drowning. Only one of those times had he actually been drowning. This was even better than the first time. He felt privileged. He had kissed Syd twice in two days! And both times were amazing. He thanked God for Anna doing this.

Wow! So this was what it was like to kiss Vaughn! Syd felt...Whoa! She was loving every minute of this. She loved this only a fourth as much as Vaughn himself. At it shall be the kiss by which all others are measured, thought Syd.

A few seconds later they broke apart, but not after Jack had spotted them. Everyone was shell-shocked at what they had just done. This was not good.

TO BE CONTINUED................................

What will Jack do after seeing Syd and Vaughn kiss? How will this affect Syd and Vaughn's relationship? What will all the others do? Will Sark be sick again? Will Anna learn her lesson? What about all the folks back home? Will Irina and Jack make up? And what about Irina's news? Find out in the next chapter of Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.

More to come later,

Loren ;*

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