Krit, Charlie and Arthur's Apartment - The Next Morning
Krit snapped awake at the sound of the key in the door to find himself spooning Charlie as close as he could.
"Charlie, baby, wake up." He whispered harshly in her ear.
She brought her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes. "Hmmm?"
"Baby, your dad's here."
Her eyes shot open, listening to the sound of her father enter the kitchen and start to make coffee.
"You distract him." Charlie said to Krit as she climbed out of his bed. "I'm headed for my room."
He nodded, getting up and pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. As he walked towards the door, he paused, smiling over his shoulder. "It was a good night."
"Yeah. A good night." She smiled at him before continuing to search for her socks.
She held her clothes to her chest as she silently raced down the hall to her room.
"Coffee?" She heard her dad ask.
"No thanks. Get anything good last night?"
'Krit, you're a saint.' She threw her clothes from last night in the hamper, pulled her stuffed animals off her bed and climbed in, messing her sheets up before closing her eyes, feigning sleep.
"Charlie?" Her father asked moments later, walking into her room. "Sweetheart, you awake?"
"Hmmm?" She asked, rolling onto her back. "Daddy?"
He smiled down at her, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Yeah, Sweetheart. You sleep well?"
She nodded, smiling sleepily. "Yah. You get da stuff?" Her voice accented so she sounded like she was talking to a drug dealer.
"Yeah," Arthur told her, yawning. "I got it. I'm gonna put you and Kyle on it after this Logan Cale thing. It's a lot of tech stuff, so you two will have a better idea of what it all means." She just smiled, nodding at him.
Charlie responded after a few seconds of comfortable, warm silence. "I haven't worked with Gogol in a while. I've missed him."
He smiled once more, kissing her forehead and standing up. "I'm giving Kyle a call, finishing my coffee and going to bed." He informed her. "I can't wait until Lonnie gets back from vacation so she can talk to informants at ridiculous hours of the night."
She giggled, nodding eagerly. "I miss Lonnie, too." She smiled serenely as Arthur yawned. "Go to bed, I'll see you this afternoon." She told him insistently. As he left, she called out, "'Night, Daddy." She heard him close his bedroom door and she got out of bed, heading for her washroom. "Time for work."
She walked out almost half an hour later, her hair blow-dried and dyed dark brown. Her hand flew and gripped the frame of her closet door, the other in her hair as pictures flashed through her mind. One of her 'siblings' were grabbing a gun, getting ready for a mission, studying a profile. "Not now." She muttered, grabbing her pill bottle and swallowing some. After a minute or so, she smiled, satisfied she had suppressed her seizure for now. "Just don't happen until tomorrow." She quietly prayed, her eyes shut tightly.
Max and Logan's Room
Max lay sleeping on the couch, files in her lap when Logan woke up the next morning, a bowl of half eaten strawberries at her side. She looked so peaceful, so angelic. He knelt down beside her and brushed a stray curl from her face, her eyes fluttering open. "Logan?" She asked, looking up at him.
"You were sleeping. Sorry to wake you." He told her softly.
She sat up, not realizing how close he was until they were inches apart. "It's ok. I only need a few hours here and there anyways." She said softly, breathing in his scent.
Without warning, he leaned in and the world disappeared in one simple kiss.
"Max." Logan's voice snapped her awake.
"Uh? Wha?" She rubbed her eyes, quickly focusing on the man standing above her.
"Sorry. Didn't think you wanted to miss breakfast." He told her, smiling boyishly.
"It's ok." She sat up, looking at him expectantly for a second before getting up, remembering that dreams don't come true. She walked to the bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm just gonna shower and change and I'll be right out." He sat down on the couch, reaching for one of the leftover strawberries from last night. "Leave my food alone."
He watched as she walked away, smiling to himself. 'If all goes as planned, this is going to be one interesting day.' He thought, biting into a berry.
On The Sidewalk In Front of the Chandler
She giggled as he held onto her protectively, pressing her hips into some stranger's truck, her arms wrapped around him tightly.
"I thought they were supposed to be out of there by now." Krit growled into the microphone hidden in on the collar of her studded leather jacket. A soft moan from the girl followed his complaint.
"Do you two mind?" Their friend asked, mocking them. "Some of us would like to work without an audio-only porno coming through on their headset."
Charlie quickly pressed her face into Krit's shoulder, masking her giggles.
"Nick, as much as I'm loving this, where are they?" Krit's stone-cold tone finally got the message across. He didn't come here to play carefree teenage couple. He came here to work.
"They just entered the lobby. I got the room two floors above it. I tried to get you the one above it, but it's occupied." Nick informed them, typing on his computer. "I've got all the cameras ready. When you get in, give me five minutes of action, and I'll take over from there."
They had done it hundreds of times before, pretending to get hot and heavy, wait for their moment and enter like they own the place… usually it would involve gun-fire and waiting for the 'head bad guy' to show up, but when in Rome.
"That's them." Charlie whispered, moving a strand of her foreign brown hair out of her face. They watched the couple walk away in the opposite direction and disappeared around the corner.
"Finally." Krit couldn't help but mutter as he loosened his grip on Charlie.
"Showtime." She grabbed her bag, leading him into the building, his arms wrapped around her waist as they walked up to the receptionist.
Greeting them with a warm smile, the woman behind the counter said, "Welcome to the Chandler. Do you have reservations?"
"Curtell. Heather Curtell." She told her, relaying the message she received through her ear-piece. She adjusted her sunglasses, smiling as she tried to control herself. 'Charlene *Heather* Mercer. Krit *Curtell*. Oh yeah. That's original, Nicky.'
"Here you are, have a nice day."
"You too." They walked in silence, holding tightly to eachother as they boarded the elevator.
They stayed glued to one another, whispering so quietly that the guards watching the security cameras would think their words were ones of love they would never speak.
Charlie giggled. "Really original, Nicky. Was 'Jane Doe' taken or somethin'?"
"Just do your thing, k? I was working under pressure. The next time you need a last minute alias, get Jen to work on it." He joked.
"Guys, lets just do this, ok."
"Oh, that's right. All play and no work makes Krit a grumpy guardian."
The doors opened to the fifth floor an d Charlie playfully dragged Krit by the shirt to their room. "Tired." She whined, tugging on his sleeve as he unlocked the door. "Bed."
"Yes. Bed. I get the point." He said, crouching to look in her eyes. "Come on." He said softly. "Lets get some sleep."
They stripped themselves of their shoes and jackets, lying down on the comforter, not bothering to do anything more then lie there, hugging each other in 'sleep'.
Minutes slowly passed before Nick stated "Looping."
"'Bout time." Charlie stated as she sat up, not caring that she was straddling her friend. "You get the rope, I'll harness-up." She said excitedly, jumping off the bed and skipping to her bag.
She quickly lowered herself down the brick wall, slim-jimmying Max and Logan's bedroom window open. She climbed in as she unhooked herself, giving the rope a tug, signaling that she was in the room.
Looking around, she spotted his computer, turning it on and accessing his files as Krit crawled into the room with the rope and her bag. After a good number of hours passed of her going through his files one by one, occasionally running into a fire-wall, she came along a file that looked promising.
Her eyes widened and her ivory skin became impossibly white as she quietly spoke. "Krit. Remember all those codes you made me memorize for your sibs after Zack made you go away for awhile. Well… he's got 'em… all of 'em…"
"Baby, leave the file alone." He said, walking up behind her. She couldn't find out about Manticore. It would kill her to know the truth about him.
"OK." She exited the file, curiosity and a small amount of fear coursing through her. "Krit, what does chimera mean again?"
"It's what we are, baby, remember. We're chimeras. Same with all of our siblings."
"Oh. Yeah."
They were both uneasy. Why did this guy have files on Krit's siblings? Why did this guy have more firewalls than Fort Knox?
She opened a file entitled 'Articles in Progress', never expecting what she found.
"Oh. My. God." She blinked, assuring herself of what she had found.
"This guy is Eyes Only." Krit said in amazement.
"No duh, Einstein. Do we still have to beat him up?"
"Activate a fire-wall. See what happens." He instructed, smiling mysteriously.
AN: If the next part isn't 90% M/L, you all have permission to kick my cute, little butt.
AN2: I've got a story idea and I wanted to run it by you guys first. It's called 'Andrea'. Max has been keeping a huge secret about her past from everyone. Even Logan. But when everything seems to fall into place, how much will her life change now that she has her 5 year old daughter back?
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Krit snapped awake at the sound of the key in the door to find himself spooning Charlie as close as he could.
"Charlie, baby, wake up." He whispered harshly in her ear.
She brought her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes. "Hmmm?"
"Baby, your dad's here."
Her eyes shot open, listening to the sound of her father enter the kitchen and start to make coffee.
"You distract him." Charlie said to Krit as she climbed out of his bed. "I'm headed for my room."
He nodded, getting up and pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. As he walked towards the door, he paused, smiling over his shoulder. "It was a good night."
"Yeah. A good night." She smiled at him before continuing to search for her socks.
She held her clothes to her chest as she silently raced down the hall to her room.
"Coffee?" She heard her dad ask.
"No thanks. Get anything good last night?"
'Krit, you're a saint.' She threw her clothes from last night in the hamper, pulled her stuffed animals off her bed and climbed in, messing her sheets up before closing her eyes, feigning sleep.
"Charlie?" Her father asked moments later, walking into her room. "Sweetheart, you awake?"
"Hmmm?" She asked, rolling onto her back. "Daddy?"
He smiled down at her, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Yeah, Sweetheart. You sleep well?"
She nodded, smiling sleepily. "Yah. You get da stuff?" Her voice accented so she sounded like she was talking to a drug dealer.
"Yeah," Arthur told her, yawning. "I got it. I'm gonna put you and Kyle on it after this Logan Cale thing. It's a lot of tech stuff, so you two will have a better idea of what it all means." She just smiled, nodding at him.
Charlie responded after a few seconds of comfortable, warm silence. "I haven't worked with Gogol in a while. I've missed him."
He smiled once more, kissing her forehead and standing up. "I'm giving Kyle a call, finishing my coffee and going to bed." He informed her. "I can't wait until Lonnie gets back from vacation so she can talk to informants at ridiculous hours of the night."
She giggled, nodding eagerly. "I miss Lonnie, too." She smiled serenely as Arthur yawned. "Go to bed, I'll see you this afternoon." She told him insistently. As he left, she called out, "'Night, Daddy." She heard him close his bedroom door and she got out of bed, heading for her washroom. "Time for work."
She walked out almost half an hour later, her hair blow-dried and dyed dark brown. Her hand flew and gripped the frame of her closet door, the other in her hair as pictures flashed through her mind. One of her 'siblings' were grabbing a gun, getting ready for a mission, studying a profile. "Not now." She muttered, grabbing her pill bottle and swallowing some. After a minute or so, she smiled, satisfied she had suppressed her seizure for now. "Just don't happen until tomorrow." She quietly prayed, her eyes shut tightly.
Max and Logan's Room
Max lay sleeping on the couch, files in her lap when Logan woke up the next morning, a bowl of half eaten strawberries at her side. She looked so peaceful, so angelic. He knelt down beside her and brushed a stray curl from her face, her eyes fluttering open. "Logan?" She asked, looking up at him.
"You were sleeping. Sorry to wake you." He told her softly.
She sat up, not realizing how close he was until they were inches apart. "It's ok. I only need a few hours here and there anyways." She said softly, breathing in his scent.
Without warning, he leaned in and the world disappeared in one simple kiss.
"Max." Logan's voice snapped her awake.
"Uh? Wha?" She rubbed her eyes, quickly focusing on the man standing above her.
"Sorry. Didn't think you wanted to miss breakfast." He told her, smiling boyishly.
"It's ok." She sat up, looking at him expectantly for a second before getting up, remembering that dreams don't come true. She walked to the bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm just gonna shower and change and I'll be right out." He sat down on the couch, reaching for one of the leftover strawberries from last night. "Leave my food alone."
He watched as she walked away, smiling to himself. 'If all goes as planned, this is going to be one interesting day.' He thought, biting into a berry.
On The Sidewalk In Front of the Chandler
She giggled as he held onto her protectively, pressing her hips into some stranger's truck, her arms wrapped around him tightly.
"I thought they were supposed to be out of there by now." Krit growled into the microphone hidden in on the collar of her studded leather jacket. A soft moan from the girl followed his complaint.
"Do you two mind?" Their friend asked, mocking them. "Some of us would like to work without an audio-only porno coming through on their headset."
Charlie quickly pressed her face into Krit's shoulder, masking her giggles.
"Nick, as much as I'm loving this, where are they?" Krit's stone-cold tone finally got the message across. He didn't come here to play carefree teenage couple. He came here to work.
"They just entered the lobby. I got the room two floors above it. I tried to get you the one above it, but it's occupied." Nick informed them, typing on his computer. "I've got all the cameras ready. When you get in, give me five minutes of action, and I'll take over from there."
They had done it hundreds of times before, pretending to get hot and heavy, wait for their moment and enter like they own the place… usually it would involve gun-fire and waiting for the 'head bad guy' to show up, but when in Rome.
"That's them." Charlie whispered, moving a strand of her foreign brown hair out of her face. They watched the couple walk away in the opposite direction and disappeared around the corner.
"Finally." Krit couldn't help but mutter as he loosened his grip on Charlie.
"Showtime." She grabbed her bag, leading him into the building, his arms wrapped around her waist as they walked up to the receptionist.
Greeting them with a warm smile, the woman behind the counter said, "Welcome to the Chandler. Do you have reservations?"
"Curtell. Heather Curtell." She told her, relaying the message she received through her ear-piece. She adjusted her sunglasses, smiling as she tried to control herself. 'Charlene *Heather* Mercer. Krit *Curtell*. Oh yeah. That's original, Nicky.'
"Here you are, have a nice day."
"You too." They walked in silence, holding tightly to eachother as they boarded the elevator.
They stayed glued to one another, whispering so quietly that the guards watching the security cameras would think their words were ones of love they would never speak.
Charlie giggled. "Really original, Nicky. Was 'Jane Doe' taken or somethin'?"
"Just do your thing, k? I was working under pressure. The next time you need a last minute alias, get Jen to work on it." He joked.
"Guys, lets just do this, ok."
"Oh, that's right. All play and no work makes Krit a grumpy guardian."
The doors opened to the fifth floor an d Charlie playfully dragged Krit by the shirt to their room. "Tired." She whined, tugging on his sleeve as he unlocked the door. "Bed."
"Yes. Bed. I get the point." He said, crouching to look in her eyes. "Come on." He said softly. "Lets get some sleep."
They stripped themselves of their shoes and jackets, lying down on the comforter, not bothering to do anything more then lie there, hugging each other in 'sleep'.
Minutes slowly passed before Nick stated "Looping."
"'Bout time." Charlie stated as she sat up, not caring that she was straddling her friend. "You get the rope, I'll harness-up." She said excitedly, jumping off the bed and skipping to her bag.
She quickly lowered herself down the brick wall, slim-jimmying Max and Logan's bedroom window open. She climbed in as she unhooked herself, giving the rope a tug, signaling that she was in the room.
Looking around, she spotted his computer, turning it on and accessing his files as Krit crawled into the room with the rope and her bag. After a good number of hours passed of her going through his files one by one, occasionally running into a fire-wall, she came along a file that looked promising.
Her eyes widened and her ivory skin became impossibly white as she quietly spoke. "Krit. Remember all those codes you made me memorize for your sibs after Zack made you go away for awhile. Well… he's got 'em… all of 'em…"
"Baby, leave the file alone." He said, walking up behind her. She couldn't find out about Manticore. It would kill her to know the truth about him.
"OK." She exited the file, curiosity and a small amount of fear coursing through her. "Krit, what does chimera mean again?"
"It's what we are, baby, remember. We're chimeras. Same with all of our siblings."
"Oh. Yeah."
They were both uneasy. Why did this guy have files on Krit's siblings? Why did this guy have more firewalls than Fort Knox?
She opened a file entitled 'Articles in Progress', never expecting what she found.
"Oh. My. God." She blinked, assuring herself of what she had found.
"This guy is Eyes Only." Krit said in amazement.
"No duh, Einstein. Do we still have to beat him up?"
"Activate a fire-wall. See what happens." He instructed, smiling mysteriously.
AN: If the next part isn't 90% M/L, you all have permission to kick my cute, little butt.
AN2: I've got a story idea and I wanted to run it by you guys first. It's called 'Andrea'. Max has been keeping a huge secret about her past from everyone. Even Logan. But when everything seems to fall into place, how much will her life change now that she has her 5 year old daughter back?
§†Sarreen†§