AN: More S/K fun! WooHoo! Written at some ungodly hour and if you don't
think too hard, it might be good;)
AN2: This is the trip to Seattle Krit and Syl made pre-AJBAC.
Dedication: To the leaky red biro I am currently staring at for no other reason except I'm about to throw you away.
Disclaimer: Syl and Krit, however underused they are, belong to Mr Famous- Sinking-Boat and that Egg guy. I don't own them nor do I make any money off this fic.
Distribution: Wherever I let it free, fanfiction.net, Chimera Territory (http://www.geocities.com/chimera_territory) and Partners in Crime (http://www.geocities.com/syl_n_krit) If you'd like it, take it and plz let me know. See email on profile page.
******* Chapter One: Day One*******
Also Known As: Chocolate Speculations
Syl waited in the car for Krit – in a petrol station, stocking up on food.
Zack had called yesterday, ordering Syl and Krit to head to Seattle – and some vague details about Tinga, Max and a rescue mission. Not that Syl would expect full mission details until Zack was sure that they were needed – he was like that. Big brother is watching you…creepy.
"Back," Krit held up a plastic bag as he slid into the car.
"Yay," Syl took the bag. "What is it with you and chocolate?"
"One of my two favorite things," Krit grinned at her.
The bag contained several varieties of chips, about ten blocks of chocolate and fifty cans of coke.
"What is the other favorite thing?" Syl asked, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, as Krit opened the chocolate and took a huge bite.
"You, kitten, of course. My favorite things are you and chocolate," Krit gazed at her.
Syl wriggled uncomfortably, the look Krit was giving her was hardly brotherly. She looked up and snatched the chocolate.
"Sorry Krit – what'll it be, me or the chocolate?"
"Hmm, tough one," Krit waited a beat. "The chocolate."
"Hey!"
"The chocolate don't bite back, baby."
"Bite me."
"I got me chocolate – don't need to." Krit snatched his chocolate back and took another gigantic bite.
Syl pouted.
"Don't pout, princess," Krit dropped the chocolate into his lap and stroked her knee. "You have the prettiest smile of any one I know."
Syl smiled and, as Krit's fingers brushed her cheek, she nuzzled his hand, making a distinctive purring noise.
"You're more kitten than human, princess."
Syl's hand snaked round and grabbed the bar of chocolate. Nibbling at a corner, Syl shrugged.
"How am I more cat that human?"
"You like being petted, you make a purring noise, you go into heat," he paused. "And you are about as big as a cat."
"Hey!"
"Kitten, you are height challenged. What you lack in height, you make up in shortness."
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Mutant."
"Alley cat."
"Bastard."
"Bitch."
"See, we match in every way that counts," Syl smirked flirtatiously at her … her Krit.
"Of course. Two halves of a pair," Krit's hand rested on her knee.
She flipped through her magazine, settling on an article – 'You and Your Relationships.'
Syl's relationships with her family weren't exactly healthy – Max, Jondy and Syl fought like cat and dog 99% of the time they were together. Syl got along with Tinga because Tinga babied her so much.
Syl and Zack's relationship was functional – typical brother and sister. They argued but nothing serious...
Zane and Syl were practically soul mates – they could talk for hours about anything and they understood each other even when they weren't talking.
Ben had tried something with Syl and Zack and Krit had swooped to her rescue before Ben could damage her for the rest of her life. Ben was lucky to leave Las Vegas with just a broken arm, after that trick. But even back at Manticore, Syl hadn't got along with Ben.
Her and Krit. More than friends, more than siblings, but not quite linked romantically – a few choice remarks and …if Krit tried anything she didn't like, she could kick his ass. Or get Zack to do it for her. Or Zane.
But Syl had never gotten along with many of the girls – Jace, Brin, Max, Eva and Jondy had all been 'necessary pains in her ass'. She had Zack, Zane, Krit and Tinga as family and that suited her fine.
She read her magazine and Krit drove and there was silence. Not awkward can't-think-of-anything-to-say silence, a companionable silence Krit had never been able to pull off with any of the others.
"Hey, Syl?" He shook her; she was resting against the window, asleep.
"Mmm?"
"We're stopping here. I'm getting us a room," he said, getting out of the car.
Syl rubbed her eyes and sat up. She'd tossed her shoes into the back when they'd left this morning – with the amount of stuff in the back of the car; her shoes were a lost cause.
"Coming?" Krit opened the door and grabbed his duffel bag.
"I lost my shoes." Syl grabbed her duffel bag and moved to get out.
"No way are you walking around barefoot," Krit said, coming around to her door.
"But…"
"I've counted five needles around here since we arrived…"
"You need a new hobby," Syl joked.
"… No way. You may be a superhuman, but we don't know the risks…"
"Hey!"
Krit had leant down and picked Syl up and physically carried her to the room, much to the smirks of surrounding people. Then Krit went, grabbed their bags and located Syl a pair of shoes.
"Shoes, madame," he joked, Syl was sprawled across the bed, reading a TV guide.
"Porno, porno, informmecial, porno, bad movie, movie, porno," She sighed, sitting up a bit, giving Krit a lovely few of down her shirt.
"Nothing good on?"
"Just have to make our own fun," she smirked, standing up and pulling on the sneakers Krit had found. "I'm starving, come on!"
As they walked out of the motel and into the main street of the small town, Krit took off his jacket. "Getting hot, early this year," he commented.
"I suppose." Syl had this fantastic denim jacket with silver stars printed on it – Zack gave it to her as a birthday present three years ago and she rarely took it off. Though she agreed with Krit – it was a warm evening.
"Pizza good? We can take it back to the motel and watch…" he grinned. "One of the movies."
"Nice save," she snorted. "Pizza's good. Thai tomorrow."
"Of course, my delicate little jonquil," Krit said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Whatever you desire."
As they chose a pizza place, Syl took her jacket off. It really was a warm evening.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Mmm, good pizza," Krit declared, as he bit into another piece of pizza. "What's the movie called again?"
"Some pre pulse attempt at humor – it's called 'Can't Hardly Wait,'" Syl said, taking a mouthful of orange juice. "The other movie is 'Josie and the Pussycats'."
"Which I've seem repetitively," Krit shrugged. "This is good."
"Krit, we aren't even past the credits," Syl snorted, grabbing another piece of pizza.
"Mmhm – hey, I wonder what Zack wants," Krit reminded her of the reason they were spending the evening in a cheap motel room.
"Tinga is in trouble, he and Max are bailing her out and we are going as 911 back up," she supplied, leaning over and opening a window. "Agh, Seattle better be colder than this – I hate the warm weather."
"Mmhmmm," Krit mumbled, focused on the movie.
"Ugh, you're useless," Syl groaned, standing up, to get some chocolate from her bag. Krit grabbed her ankle and pulled her on top of him.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Syl," Krit whispered and began tickling her.
"Stop it!"
"Surrender the chocolate!"
"Never!"
"I can go on for days," Krit declared, as he pinned her underneath him.
"Mercy, have mercy!" Syl squealed, tossing the chocolate halfway across the room, laughing uncontrollably.
Suddenly they were both aware how close they were…Krit swallowed and stood up, glancing around for his chocolate. Syl sat up and clambered back onto the bed.
"Okay, movie," Krit mumbled. "Focus on the movie."
Syl gazed at him and sighed, trying to focus on the pre pulse movie.
AN2: This is the trip to Seattle Krit and Syl made pre-AJBAC.
Dedication: To the leaky red biro I am currently staring at for no other reason except I'm about to throw you away.
Disclaimer: Syl and Krit, however underused they are, belong to Mr Famous- Sinking-Boat and that Egg guy. I don't own them nor do I make any money off this fic.
Distribution: Wherever I let it free, fanfiction.net, Chimera Territory (http://www.geocities.com/chimera_territory) and Partners in Crime (http://www.geocities.com/syl_n_krit) If you'd like it, take it and plz let me know. See email on profile page.
******* Chapter One: Day One*******
Also Known As: Chocolate Speculations
Syl waited in the car for Krit – in a petrol station, stocking up on food.
Zack had called yesterday, ordering Syl and Krit to head to Seattle – and some vague details about Tinga, Max and a rescue mission. Not that Syl would expect full mission details until Zack was sure that they were needed – he was like that. Big brother is watching you…creepy.
"Back," Krit held up a plastic bag as he slid into the car.
"Yay," Syl took the bag. "What is it with you and chocolate?"
"One of my two favorite things," Krit grinned at her.
The bag contained several varieties of chips, about ten blocks of chocolate and fifty cans of coke.
"What is the other favorite thing?" Syl asked, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, as Krit opened the chocolate and took a huge bite.
"You, kitten, of course. My favorite things are you and chocolate," Krit gazed at her.
Syl wriggled uncomfortably, the look Krit was giving her was hardly brotherly. She looked up and snatched the chocolate.
"Sorry Krit – what'll it be, me or the chocolate?"
"Hmm, tough one," Krit waited a beat. "The chocolate."
"Hey!"
"The chocolate don't bite back, baby."
"Bite me."
"I got me chocolate – don't need to." Krit snatched his chocolate back and took another gigantic bite.
Syl pouted.
"Don't pout, princess," Krit dropped the chocolate into his lap and stroked her knee. "You have the prettiest smile of any one I know."
Syl smiled and, as Krit's fingers brushed her cheek, she nuzzled his hand, making a distinctive purring noise.
"You're more kitten than human, princess."
Syl's hand snaked round and grabbed the bar of chocolate. Nibbling at a corner, Syl shrugged.
"How am I more cat that human?"
"You like being petted, you make a purring noise, you go into heat," he paused. "And you are about as big as a cat."
"Hey!"
"Kitten, you are height challenged. What you lack in height, you make up in shortness."
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Mutant."
"Alley cat."
"Bastard."
"Bitch."
"See, we match in every way that counts," Syl smirked flirtatiously at her … her Krit.
"Of course. Two halves of a pair," Krit's hand rested on her knee.
She flipped through her magazine, settling on an article – 'You and Your Relationships.'
Syl's relationships with her family weren't exactly healthy – Max, Jondy and Syl fought like cat and dog 99% of the time they were together. Syl got along with Tinga because Tinga babied her so much.
Syl and Zack's relationship was functional – typical brother and sister. They argued but nothing serious...
Zane and Syl were practically soul mates – they could talk for hours about anything and they understood each other even when they weren't talking.
Ben had tried something with Syl and Zack and Krit had swooped to her rescue before Ben could damage her for the rest of her life. Ben was lucky to leave Las Vegas with just a broken arm, after that trick. But even back at Manticore, Syl hadn't got along with Ben.
Her and Krit. More than friends, more than siblings, but not quite linked romantically – a few choice remarks and …if Krit tried anything she didn't like, she could kick his ass. Or get Zack to do it for her. Or Zane.
But Syl had never gotten along with many of the girls – Jace, Brin, Max, Eva and Jondy had all been 'necessary pains in her ass'. She had Zack, Zane, Krit and Tinga as family and that suited her fine.
She read her magazine and Krit drove and there was silence. Not awkward can't-think-of-anything-to-say silence, a companionable silence Krit had never been able to pull off with any of the others.
"Hey, Syl?" He shook her; she was resting against the window, asleep.
"Mmm?"
"We're stopping here. I'm getting us a room," he said, getting out of the car.
Syl rubbed her eyes and sat up. She'd tossed her shoes into the back when they'd left this morning – with the amount of stuff in the back of the car; her shoes were a lost cause.
"Coming?" Krit opened the door and grabbed his duffel bag.
"I lost my shoes." Syl grabbed her duffel bag and moved to get out.
"No way are you walking around barefoot," Krit said, coming around to her door.
"But…"
"I've counted five needles around here since we arrived…"
"You need a new hobby," Syl joked.
"… No way. You may be a superhuman, but we don't know the risks…"
"Hey!"
Krit had leant down and picked Syl up and physically carried her to the room, much to the smirks of surrounding people. Then Krit went, grabbed their bags and located Syl a pair of shoes.
"Shoes, madame," he joked, Syl was sprawled across the bed, reading a TV guide.
"Porno, porno, informmecial, porno, bad movie, movie, porno," She sighed, sitting up a bit, giving Krit a lovely few of down her shirt.
"Nothing good on?"
"Just have to make our own fun," she smirked, standing up and pulling on the sneakers Krit had found. "I'm starving, come on!"
As they walked out of the motel and into the main street of the small town, Krit took off his jacket. "Getting hot, early this year," he commented.
"I suppose." Syl had this fantastic denim jacket with silver stars printed on it – Zack gave it to her as a birthday present three years ago and she rarely took it off. Though she agreed with Krit – it was a warm evening.
"Pizza good? We can take it back to the motel and watch…" he grinned. "One of the movies."
"Nice save," she snorted. "Pizza's good. Thai tomorrow."
"Of course, my delicate little jonquil," Krit said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Whatever you desire."
As they chose a pizza place, Syl took her jacket off. It really was a warm evening.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Mmm, good pizza," Krit declared, as he bit into another piece of pizza. "What's the movie called again?"
"Some pre pulse attempt at humor – it's called 'Can't Hardly Wait,'" Syl said, taking a mouthful of orange juice. "The other movie is 'Josie and the Pussycats'."
"Which I've seem repetitively," Krit shrugged. "This is good."
"Krit, we aren't even past the credits," Syl snorted, grabbing another piece of pizza.
"Mmhm – hey, I wonder what Zack wants," Krit reminded her of the reason they were spending the evening in a cheap motel room.
"Tinga is in trouble, he and Max are bailing her out and we are going as 911 back up," she supplied, leaning over and opening a window. "Agh, Seattle better be colder than this – I hate the warm weather."
"Mmhmmm," Krit mumbled, focused on the movie.
"Ugh, you're useless," Syl groaned, standing up, to get some chocolate from her bag. Krit grabbed her ankle and pulled her on top of him.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Syl," Krit whispered and began tickling her.
"Stop it!"
"Surrender the chocolate!"
"Never!"
"I can go on for days," Krit declared, as he pinned her underneath him.
"Mercy, have mercy!" Syl squealed, tossing the chocolate halfway across the room, laughing uncontrollably.
Suddenly they were both aware how close they were…Krit swallowed and stood up, glancing around for his chocolate. Syl sat up and clambered back onto the bed.
"Okay, movie," Krit mumbled. "Focus on the movie."
Syl gazed at him and sighed, trying to focus on the pre pulse movie.