Cougar and the K-Unit: Chapter Ten: Attacks and Appearance

Author's Note:

So, this is chapter ten! We made to double digits, and that's saying something since my stories usually don't make it past number twelve; we shall change that!

I found circumstantial evidence pointing to a plot bunny kidnapping ring, but when I threatened them with the wrath of Alex Rider, the decided to bring back my precious bunnies. Smart people, them kidnappers.

To those of you who suspect a plot bunny kidnapping ring has stolen your bunnies away from you, you may be able to get them back using the same technique.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Alex Rider; Santa didn't grant my one wish. I'm starting to doubt his existence. =)

I didn't dream, only soaked up every morsel of energy I could, and even that wasn't enough when the sun decided to wake me up by glaring against my eyelids.

I didn't move for a few minutes, to tired to open my eyes let alone sit up. Then, when my strength returned, I hesitantly opened my eyes and stared in disbelief into green ones. Startled, the whole "I'm not awake" thing kicked in here and I was pumped full of adrenalin, making me prone to movements not normal for this early in the morning.

I rolled off the cot, brought my foot to the idiot who decided who decided to scare me, and landed on the floor with a light groan when the spine connected with the concrete. But, I wasn't done yet, and I moved my legs in unison up and down, then with the momentum I gathered from them, I shot up.

Eagle was on the ground clutching his shin. The adrenalin slowly stopped pulsing through my veins and I resumed my spot on the cot.

"Gosh," Eagle moaned painfully, "Why'd you do that?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, "You scared me."

"No kidding!" Eagle said, placing himself in a sitting position, still rubbing his shin tenderly.

Beside me, Cub snorted, his eyes still closed. "I guess you shouldn't scare her, huh mate?"

"That, my friend," Fox said, apparently awake as well, "is good advice.

When did they wake up? I wondered.

Cub sat up, the blanket he draped over himself sliding down, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest, complete with a bullet wound. I didn't pay attention to the bullet wound though, I was looking at his chest.

Why am I staring? I asked myself. Do I find Cub attractive? And I realized the answer; yeah. Oh, yeah I did.

I guess I didn't realize it before, but I was attracted to Cub.

Then, I realized the rest of the unit, other than Cub, was looking at my reaction. I covered up my staring but asking, "Where did you get that?" and adapting a shocked face, not a uh,...staring at the crush face, I guess.

He turned his face to look at my shocked one, then glanced to his bullet wound, and back to me.

"Classified,"

"When did you get it?" I tried again.

"Classified,"

"How did you get it?"

"Uh,...by being shot." His statement sounded more like a question than anything.

I looked at the rest of my unit for help. Snake had a look on his face that said he tried it before with no prevail.

I turned my head and glowered and Cub, "I will get it out of you one day." I promised.

"No you won't" he told me in a patronizing voice." Hey, I didn't say I'd give up, I said Snake didn't prevail in the matter.

"Yes, I will." I said in the same tone.

"Noh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"As much as I love to watch you two quarrel, we do have surveillance to do." Fox interrupted.

I looked at Cub and I sighed then got up, willing myself not to look at his chest, and figuring it way best that I left the room.

"Did you notice Cougar blush?" Eagle whispered to Snake, who was on his left.

Did I blush? I wondered.

Wolf, who was on Eagle's other side, whacked him on the back of the head, effectively shutting Eagle up.

"I do not blush!" I told him.

"Sure," Eagle said in a suspiciously slow way that made me want to put him in a straight jacket in order to go to sleep.

When I walked past him, I stuck the heel of my foot in the crook of his knee, making him topple over and sprawl on the floor.
I left him muttering as I made my way into the grimy bathroom.

Really, that's my name for it; The Grimy Bathroom. There really is no other word to describe the degree of filth that littered the small room.

Dirt was in all the grout surrounding the cheap tiles that were yellow from years of ware, the window didn't look as if it could be cleaned efficiently with Windex, the bathtub was filthy to the point that I wouldn't go near it for fear of being intoxicated by a form of bacteria that was deadly, and the toilet, well, let's just say I'll be holding it til later.

I took the washcloth I put in my duffel bag, which I grabbed on my way in and tried to wipe down the mirror. By the time I was done, I could see my reflection faintly, and even though there was only a small, circular spot that I could see my reflection in, I felt like I accomplished something.

I unzipped the larger pocket of my duffel bag and took out the white tank top and SAS regulation cargo pants I had packed. This was the first of two outfits which were similar that I had packed, not knowing what to bring, and thinking this was most suitable.

I took off the black camisole and jean shorts I wore to bed and placed them in my bag, carefully replacing the clothing with my new pair.

Then I took out the black boots from the bag pocket and polished them until they were shiny. After I placed them on my feet and laced them, I took the black hairband that I put on my wrist and out my hair up in a pony tail at the crown of my head. My hair reached the beginning of my tank and the uneven strands spread across the rest of my back. I carefully placed my hair into a straight line, then noticed the tube of lip gloss I packed on impulse.

Eh, what the heck, I thought, spreading it over my lips.

I looked in the mirror one last time. My arctic blue eyes were startlingly bright against my tan skin, and my brown hair made me look even more tan than I actually was.

I grabbed my duffel bag and walked out of the bathroom, satisfied with my appearance.

This is where I ended it, only because this was suppose to be a light, playful chapter, but still gives you an idea of where I want Cougar's life to go. See? I actually thought this through somewhat before writing it! Only a little since I made most of that up on the spot.

Review! It helps me with ideas, plus, sarcastic comments are welcomed!

In fact,

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