WHOOO GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT A BETA! That's right, alex did! AWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAHHH! Ahem sorry about but it just makes me really happy that my work won't be so unreadable anymore! I hope my dear BETA Silver-ShadowSpark knows how thankful I am!
Anyways can't wait for the this Fridays episode! "written in the sand sounds AMAZING!" REX AND VK! WORKING TOGETHER! OH MY GOD!... I will never rest… till I see the episode!
Anywhoozels hope you like and PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! This little drabble that's been in my brain for awhile, If anybody can tell what animated short I stole the title from I'll give them a cookie!
Btw this oneshot is set before circe leaves the pack!
Chase me
"REX! REX! Where the heck is he going!" shouted Kenwyn. Once the cybernetic teen activated his boogie pack, she stopped running after him and put her hands in front of her face, attempting to shield herself from the gust of wind that surged from the motors on his wings.
"Heh… guess he really had to go use the john," Bobo joked awkwardly.
Kenwyn narrowed her eyes at the boy's sidekick who, at the moment, was looking awfully suspicious. Bobo looked at the fading image in the boy's figure in the distance, silently swearing under his breath as Kenwyn put her hands on her hips and leaned down to intimidate him- not surprisingly, it was working.
"What happened?" Kenwyn's voice was stern. Bobo gave her a look of feigned shock.
"Wha- so you automatically assume the monkey is to blame? Let me tell you something, I am hurt, no, not hurt shocked and appalled-" He broke off, silenced by the look on Kenwyn's face.
"Get out of my sight before I turn you into a monkey fur coat!" she seethed. The monkey didn't to be told twice and scampered off. " Unbelievable…" the woman groaned.
Breaking her from confident façade, Kenwyn looked up at the sky with worry filled eyes. She thought of the look she'd seen in Rex's eyes before he'd rushed off. She'd never seen Rex so … out of it. It was as if something had possessed him. The last thing he'd said to her was "Did you hear that?" Then he'd looked up at one of the buildings and froze, she'd followed his gaze, only to see nothing. Before she could ask him what had startled him, he had already started running, then flying. What if he was in danger? How could she just let him get away? What was she going to tell his handlers? It was no secret how overprotective Holiday was, and to a deadlier extent Agent Six.
"Come on preciosa… I know I heard you…" Rex muttered to himself as he flew over the city, eyes glued to the rooftops. He knew that enchanting call anywhere, and when he'd seen her, he had no doubts. The boy couldn't get the empty stare she had given him out of his mind. How could something so beautiful … be so cold? He broke from his musings as he noticed a glass rooftop with its window open. He flew overhead and powered down his wings.
"Good a place as any to start looking," he voiced as he looked down through the glass roof to see shadowy figure, the young agent narrowed his eyes , then his face broke into a cocky smile. "Well, either I'll bag myself the girl of my dreams, or a crook; either one's fine with me." Skillfully, he jumped down into the store, then covered his mouth and held his breath as dozens of herbal scents hit him like a bag of bricks. "Ughh! Hey, whoever you are! Come out with your hands up and step into the light! Actually, -cough- ugh you can keep one hand on your nose if it'll cover this smell. -cough- Man this stuff is gnarly!"
"So, now you're playing cops and robbers?" the siren teased as she stepped forward into the moonlight. One of her hands was held up in a playful gesture and other, up beside it, was holding a bag.
"I'll play any game if you're in," he responded in a seductive voice, Circe tried not laugh at his horrible pick up line. He gave her serious look. "Circe… what are you doing here? Did Van Kleiss send you?"
"Wrong. You think he would've authorized letting me help you find that evo?" she corrected with a cocky voice.
"And how exactly did you help! As I recall, I was the one who found it, got thrashed around fighting it, and then finally managed to cure it!" he retorted, ego stricken.
"Ah, ah, ah… I never said I helped you fight it. I said I helped you 'find' it." She countered, wagging her finger like a scolding mother. "You think it would've come out of hiding so quickly without my call? It would've taken you at least two days to find it in those underground tunnels it was hiding in."
"I hope you're not expecting a thank you," he commented rudely. The girl let out a smile.
"I don't think it would kill you," she retorted placing her freehand on her side. He scanned her up and down; she was wearing quite the outfit: black jeans, black sleeveless turtleneck, her usual boots, and, of course, her usual bandages, nicely complemented by black gloves. He smirked.
"You didn't get all dressed up for me, did you?" he taunted. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself," she retorted. "Now, I think this chit-chat's gone on long enough. So tell me, how do you want to do this?" she asked, taking a fight stance.
"I don't want to fight you," he began with a regretful look. "Just tell what you're doing here, and drop the bag." His tone was serious. Circe closed her eyes and shook her head remorsefully.
"Sometimes I wonder if you deliberately ask things I can't do," she said with her usual sad smile. She reached into her side pocket and ignited a smoke bomb. Her actions caught him by surprise and he coughed, trying not suffocate on the strong fumes around him. Activating his wings, and letting them blow away the smoke, he caught glimpse of Circe's shadow up on the roof.
"Got to love a girl with all kinds of tricks up her sleeves." Smirking, he flew up through the roof opening, and watched her jump from building to building with incredible precision. "You maybe fast, but I'm faster!" he shouted, flying quickly towards her. She turned around activated her sonic blast, tearing his wings to bits. "WHOA! NOT COOL! CIRCEEE!" he shouted as he fell. The siren continued without even looking back; she knew he could take harder falls than that.
"Hmp, serves you right for not playing fair!" she shouted behind her. She positioned herself to jump onto another building, only to have him appear in front of her again, wings intact. He grabbed her free hand.
"You never play fair," he reminded in a solemn voice. She looked up at him with soft apologetic eyes.
"That's because the game lasts longer when I cheat," she whispered gently into his ear, before letting her usual sonic blast fling him out her way.
Their chase was long; it always stopped and started the same way. He'd go easy on her and never really a lay hand on her, while she'd hesitate, but find a way to get away without hurting him too bad. Neither would admit it out loud, but this was probably the closest thing they'd get to a normal date in their makeshift relationship.
Soon enough, Circe had pinned him down in the same way as after he'd chased her down to a children's park in Cabo Luna.
"I'd say déjà vu, but I wouldn't want you to think I'm cheesy," he groaned; having her jump on him from one the surrounding trees was quite painful.
"I think that flew out the window after terrible pick line number 12," she taunted, tightening her hold on his arms. He crinkled his nose as her red dyed locks tickled his face for a moment.
"Wha- Oh come on! 'You're the wind beneath my wings'? That's a classic!" he countered.
"Yeah, a cornball classic," she retorted teasingly. She brought face closer to his own; he looked to his side, knowing she was trying to distract him. "You're not mad at me, are you?" she whispered; he narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"What do you think?" he retorted angrily. She took his chin, making him face her. Her eyes were laced with mischief, but he could also see the guilt. "I think you're having as much fun as I am."
He gave her an outraged look. "If by fun, you mean 'breaking my neck trying stop you from committing felony,' then, yes, I'm having the time of my life!"
"You don't even know what I took," she reminded in cold voice. "For all you know, I was just taking an unauthorized look around." Rex raised a brow, unfazed by her façade.
"Is that the story you would've fed a cop if one of them would've found you? 'Cause I gotta say, it's not all that convincing," He taunted. She let one of his hands go and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"If you had been cop, you wouldn't have had the chance to ask," she replied in deadly voice. His face remained skeptical, but was colored cherry red – he could feel her breath on his ear.
"So, you let me catch you?" he asked in disbelief. She shook her head.
"No, I let you chase me," she corrected letting their noses touch. This time she released both his hands and placed her own on his chest. There was no need for theatrics, he wasn't going to run.
"Why?" he asked, trying not get distracted by how 'friendly' she was being.
"Isn't it obvious?" she asked in a tone of disbelief. For pete's sake, she thought. I've been flirting with him the entire night!
"Nothing is obvious when you're involved," he replied in a low, hurt voice. She shook her head, disappointed by how dense he was, got off him, and waited for him to sit up. "Are you going to give up?" he asked in a determined voice. She smiled.
"In a way, yes," she answered, breaking their cat and mouse game by gently sealing their lips together. His eyes widened and he felt his entire body turn numb. Before he closed his eyes and tenderly responded to her kiss… he couldn't help but think to himself. What a dirty move.
They stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, giving in into what seemed like second nature to them; the kisses, the caresses, the softly muttered words of affection that would sound odd to them in any other situation. She'd left trail of smeared lipstick on his lips, cheeks, ears, and neck, and he was very content with leaving his own mark – a light hickey on the side of her jaw. She opened her eyes as she felt something vibrate by the side of her leg … it was her phone; time was up.
"Rex…" she started in breathless voice; he heard the guilt laced in it, but only tightened his hold her.
"Que es?" he asked. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead paused to soak in the warmth from his embrace. "Circe?"
She let out a sad chuckle and gave him a chaste kiss which lasted too short in his opinion. He questioned her again but she didn't respond. Instead, she stood up and looked down at him with a mischievous smile. He hurried to get up, but she pushed him back down with her boot. He looked up her with hurt eyes.
"Ah-ah, we've had our fun..." she scolded in a sad but teasing way . "No more running after me."
"You really think I'm going let you get away?" he questioned, looking at her with determined eyes. She gave him an amused smile.
"I don't think you have choice," she countered, as one of Breach's portals opened up behind her. Rex narrowed his eyes in frustration.
"Why don't you ever play fair?" he demanded. His voice sounded more upset than angry.
"Now I think I've answered that already, haven't I?" she replied gently. He gave her disappointed look. "Don't look at me like that," she pleaded with a bitter smile . "You know I can't play all night. What kind of girl do you think I am?" She smiled and he looked up at her with forgiving eyes. He knew what he'd gotten himself into when he'd fallen in love with the enemy.
"You're one of a kind," he answered bitterly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Reaching into her bag, she took out a small dried up flower, kissed it, and blew it towards him.
"Something to remember me by," she stated, walking backwards into the portal. He didn't try to run after her… she was gone. He clutched the flower tightly and stayed on the ground for a moment or two, trying to convince himself that, somehow, this never-ending game they played might have a happy ending.
"70,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF TEA! WHAT, DID BUDDHA HIMSELF MAKE THE STUFF OR SOMETHING!" Rex exclaimed in outrage as he read the police report that had been handed to him by his on-and-off partner.
"It's an incredibly rare mix, apparently. The silent alarm was triggered when you went in, chasing after the crook. Unfortunately, they were smart and all the security cameras were disabled. You sure you didn't get a good look at their face?" Kenwyn asked, sipping on her coffee.
"Y-yeah. It was too dark, and they were wearing a mask," he replied in a solemn voice. All of it had just been distraction, even helping him with the evo. It had been ruse to steer away attention from the local cops, so she could deactivate the cameras and have a clean getaway; yet he still couldn't betray her.
"I still can't believe you let some cat thief get the best of you," Kenwyn pressed, almost tauntingly.
"Hey, they knew what they were doing! They had smoke bombs and ninja skills! Not to mention, they ran a lot faster than me!" he retorted in a defensive voice, a little too defensive, in Kenwyn's opinion.
"It isn't like you to be so quick to admit fault… did anything happen? They didn't hurt you, did they?" she asked with genuine concern.
"Nothing a bottle of iodine can't fix," he lied. She scanned his eyes and he looked away. Obviously, he didn't want to talk about what happened, but she couldn't help but feel it was more than that.
"Rex, if we're going to be working together more frequently, you need to be able to trust me. There can't be anything we keep from each other when we're out on the field, even the smallest thing could mean life or death."
"Chill with the melodrama! I told you the truth; I think it's you who needs to start trusting me," he accused in his usual tone. She just sighed.
"… Okay, you're right. It's just you're a little more open then most of my comrades, so when I see you closed off like this… I can't help feeling something's wrong."
"Something is wrong, I got my butt handed to me by some anonymous crook! Can ya blame a guy for not wanting to talk about it?" He gave her a large grin; perhaps it was his constant rebellion that made lying almost second nature.
"Well, I guess for someone with your ego it must be excruciating," she taunted. The Latino boy sent her a scowl.
"I do not have an ego! I'm just aware of how incredibly amazing I am." He gave the agent a friendly wink.
"Oh brother," she muttered, taking another sip of her coffee.
"G-good morning sir, I brought you some tea," Circe meekly announced, as she entered her leader's lab. She knew he hated interruptions when he was working, so she crossed her fingers, hoping she wouldn't hear his shouting voice. Instead she was met with the sight of him casually reading in his chair; he glanced up at her with disinterest.
"Oh don't bother my dear, we're all out of – what's this? Is that-." He paused as he finally caught the aroma wafting through the air. Smiling, he put his book down and took off his reading glasses.
"Tieguanyin tea, sir," she said, placing the tray on his desk. "Your favorite." She tried not to beam in pride, instead just placed his usual spoonful of honey in the cup.
"My, what a surprise, and here I though I'd at least have to miss it for a day or two." He took slow sip of his tea. "Ahhh, lovely. Now, was this Breach's doing? Or yours my dear?" he asked, knowing it was usually the four-armed girl's job to acquire such a thing.
"Both, sir," she replied, knowing she couldn't have done it without her usually silent partner.
"Ahh, well, you both have my gratitude. I just hope you didn't have to go through too much trouble to get it."
"Not at all, sir. In fact..." She paused to think a certain conceited evo. " I had fun."
"Splendid! Now, how about you join me for cup, before we start our training."
"That'd be great sir! Ahem, I mean that would be-" She blushed, unable find a way to compose herself. The scientist let out a loud amused laugh.
"Ah, to be young and worried about such things," he mocked gently, pointing the chair beside him. "Come along, dear, if you wait too long, it's going to get cold." She nodded quickly and sat down as he had instructed her. He placed one of the empty cups from his china set in front of her, and poured her tea. " Honey?"
"Umm, yes please, sir." She replied, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. After all, it was quite the privilege to have Van Kleiss' company all to herself. When Van Kleiss looked up to give her cup, he noticed a soft red mark on the side of her face and frowned.
"Circe, what's that on the side of your jaw?" he questioned, almost accusing.
"My jaw sir? I don't-" She touched her face, only to remember the passionate lips of her 'enemy' marring her skin. As the memory flooded back, she turned as red as her hair. "Oh, that! It was a lov- bug bite! A mosquito bite, I mean! Heh, the…umm…the woods are crawling with them, sir," she finished pathetically. Her leader raised a brow looking very displeased.
"Yes, so it would appear…" he replied solemnly, taking another sip of his tea. "Do try to be more careful, you wouldn't want anyone to think it was another sort of insect that had it's way with you," he warned in a very bitter voice. She blushed and looked down at her tea.
"Of course not sir, of course not," she replied, hoping he'd believe it was warmth from the tea that made her cheeks so red.
END! HOPE YOU LIKED AND PLEASE REVIEW! JIMMY STILL HAS NOT RETURNED!... WHY JIMMY! WHY!
