Chapter 10

Butterflies had started to cause a mess in my stomach. This isn't right! My mind screamed. This isn't supposed to happen!

I felt his hands slip down my back and get lower until I felt one of his hands slip into the back pocket of my jeans. My previously closed eyes now snapped open, I gasped into his mouth. Big mistake he used this moment to slip his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing away but he was too strong and not in the right frame of mind. But I was enjoying it too much to try hard enough.

Sensing the end to my resistance he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso, snaked my arm around his neck, pulling myself closer. I hadn't even realized that he was moving us until I felt him drop me down onto my bed, followed soon after by him. He was supporting himself on his hands and knees to keep from crushing me.

It was then I realized how large he actually was. How much he dwarfed me in comparison. He was nearly a foot taller than me and he was almost three times my width. His lips left mine and he made a trail of butterfly kisses along my cheek bone then down my neck, pausing slightly so suck on the little bit of skin between me neck and collar bone. Causing me to shiver.

"Syndrome?" I croaked out.

"Mm?" he said not even breaking stride. "By the way Lil, don't call me Syndrome. Please call me Buddy. Buddy Pine." as if to prove a point he punctuated each sentence with another kiss.

"Fine then, Buddy, Buddy Pine?" I said meekly.

"What" he spat.

"Buddy, we need to stop, this isn't right. Your with Mirage, I don't want to be responsible for any problems you guys may have" before I was even finished speaking, in face right when I said Mirage's name he had immediately jumped up and away from me. So I guess Mirage was the magic word. I sat up slowly, I was a little light headed, my lips felt bruised, and the straps of the tank top I was wearing had slipped off my shoulder.

I fixed my shirt and looked up to see Syndrome, I mean Buddy pacing back and forth in front of me mumbling something incoherently and stumbling every now and then to remind me that he was plastered. He saw me watching him and stopped his pacing.

"That woman, Mirage" he said saying her name like it was a bad taste in his mouth. "Is a bitch, a horrible good for nothing sorry excuse for a…for a…" his eyes searched rapidly across the room to fill in the blank he needed. "…a whatever the hell she is, that woman was just using me, using my plans just so she could get close to Mr. Incredible, and now that we got him she feels the need to tell me all this on our 3 year anniversary!"

He stopped took a couple of calming breaths that didn't really seem to help his mood and continued on. "And I should have know this would've happened when al she ever asked about was him" he paused and started to mimic Mirage's voice, poorly I might add. "Have you found him yet? Are we any closer to him?" he collapsed on the bed next to me.

"And as it turns out we lost him. And now she's done with me!" he stopped again and took a couple more breaths, but these were shaky as if he was holding something back. "And not only did she end thing on out anniversary but she did so right before I was going to give her this" he fished something out of the pocket on his black dress pants and tossed it over in my direction. What landed in my hand was a small black velvet covered box. I opened it up and what I saw inside nearly broke my heart. Inside was a diamond ring.

"Is this a…" I started, but trailed off.

"Yep, an engagement ring"

"And you were gunna"

"Yes, I was gunna"

"But before you could ask her she…"

"Yes haven't we already gone over this?" he said annoyed.

"That sounds horrible, I'm so sorry" I said.

"Oh, don't be sorry yet, I haven't gotten to the worst part. The thing is I'm going to have to deal with this, every time I see her working" I was puzzled.

"Then why don't you just fire her?" I asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Because that damn witch says that if I fire her she is going straight to the NSA with all of my information, my research, and my revenge plan, then they're going to lock me up in some god for saken prison. And I can't even kill her either! Because she has someone she is in contact with on the mainland and if she is not able to check in with this person at least once a week then that person's going to send the stuff to the NSA for her!"

"Can I be sorry now?"

"Yes"

"I'm sooo sorry"

"I don't need your pity. And there is something else that's been upsetting me too!" he yelled out. Damn this guy has a lot of problems. I thought. I looked at him expectantly.

"The thing is…"He started, but trailed off. Paused, looked around, as if trying to search for what to say. His eyes settled on me. They lingered there before he threw himself on the bed next to me and covered his eyes with an arm.

"Well?" I said. "What's the thing?"

"The thing is…It's…" he stopped again, uncovered his eyes and looked at me again. "The thing is I don't even care that she doesn't love me! Because…Because there's this girl. But I'm not supposed to like this girl, so I tried to not like this girl. I tried being with Mirage more, I even wanted to ask her to marry me! But she doesn't want me. And this girl, God this girl! I'm crazy about this girl. And this girl's a little crazy. And the thing is…this girl…this girl…" he stopped again and stared at me. He whispered something.

"Huh?" I asked. This was very suspenseful.

"This girl is you!" he yelled out. My eyes widened. No, no friggin way. I tried to make sense of what he just said.

"No, you don't know what you're saying. You're drunk; you don't mean any of that." I said trying to reason with him. He looked at me all wound up.

"Well, you know what they say 'drunken words are sober thoughts'. These are my drunken words. That when sober are my thoughts." He said, sounding a bit like a child trying to convince a mother that he meant it when he said sorry.

"But," he started. Here we go. "This isn't supposed to be how it is! I'm a villain! I'm not supposed to be hung up over some girl! Let alone some simple orphan!" I bit my lip, and held myself back from smacking him. Let him finish, then hit him. I reasoned with myself.

He continued. "I'm a villain, we're evil, we're assholes who tie women to train tracks, villains aren't supposed to feel, villains aren't supposed to feel, villains aren't supposed to get hung up over girls!" he yelled that last part and then put his arm over his eyes and tried to take deep breaths again. A light bulb turned on inside my head.

"Well that's it!" I said. He uncovered his face and gave me that 'what-the-hell look'.

"Well, right now you're not a villain!" I yelled out spazily.

"I knew you were crazy." He said and groaned. I scrunched up my face. Shook my head and the look disappeared.

"Ugh! You don't get it!"

"Well than enlighten me!" he said sitting up, elbows on his knees, holding his head under his chin.

"Well right now, what are you?" I paused, didn't even give him the time to answer and continued on. "You're just a sorry excuse for a man wallowing in self pity over a girl"

"I don't see how insulting me solves my problems." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, on the contrary, where in that sentence did I use the word villain to describe you? Not once. Right now you're a normal guy, feeling normal emotions doing normal things. You're not taking candy from children, not blowing up orphanages, your not even robbing banks right now. the key is right now! Just like heroes aren't heroes all the time so villains can't be villains all the time!" I said. It all made sense to me. although it didn't appear to make sense to Ginger.

"So right now I'm not a villain, I'm just a guy?"

"Yes! Now you're starting to get it!" I lay down on my back next to him getting comfortable. "When you put on that uniform you become Syndrome! Bad to the bone, fears nothing, and a constant need to take over the world, but off comes the uniform and you transform into Buddy Pine, hopeless romantic and a cocky sonuvabitch"

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" he said sounding hopeless. I couldn't tell if it was the liquid courage talking or if it was a sober Ginger shining through so I played along.

"I don't know but it must have been in-friggin-credible to earn someone as awesome as me" I said letting a cocky grin to match his own spread across my face.

"Yeah, something incredible" he echoed seeming distracted.

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I know, how anti-climatic huh? Eh, whatever. Review.

p.s. i just realized, double digits!