AN: So, standard stuff: authors that rock – Ashantai, girltype, Owl and
SuperBlonde. I feel very sad because after this, there's only one more
chapter. Then I promised Jaz we'd work on GenerationX, and I have to finish
Family Affair and Piss Off….but between all that, yes I will rewrite, add
and delete parts of this fic.
Dedication: To lemelemie – you weirdo, to my sister who told me I suck at writing romance (spontaneous, Mia, spontaneous ;)) and to JAZ – the other half of girltypes fan club * g* we need hobbies….
Hmmmm – if I get reviews –I'll not only add the final chapter of this in the next…23 hours, 59 mins and 60 seconds, I'll update Catalyst – how's that for a bargain….
Chapter Four: The Third Night.
Also Known As: Predictable.
They drove into a small town at nine the next night – Syl was driving and Krit was stuffing his face.
"Come along, my fragile little dragon fly," he said, as they went in to get a room.
"I prefer 'delicate jonquil', thanks," she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Fine."
They got a room, dumped their stuff and went to a Chinese restaurant and ate. They purposely avoided the events from earlier that day, but discussed old times – when she was eleven and managed to blow up her foster father's Porsche, when he was fifteen and got caught trafficing drugs and when he decided to make a fort in the pack by using grenades.
They bought ice cream and went walking in the park when Zack rang Krit.
Krit looked very angry when he finished the conversation.
"Tinga's dead. Maxie's been captured and Zack needs us there tomorrow afternoon."
Syl sat down suddenly on the swing.
"T-Tinga's dead?" she asked in a quivery voice, that scared Krit. "As in…?"
"She's gone, kitten. And she can't come back."
Syl nodded dazedly. "And Maxie's been captured?"
"Yeah – trying to save Tinga." Krit sat down next to her, putting his arm around her.
Syl began sobbing; huge, gasping sobs that shook her whole body and made Krit worry about her. They sat their for ages, as Syl cried.
She pulled away from him very suddenly and stalked off to the motel. Krit jogged after her.
"Talk to me, Princess."
"We can't Krit," she said, her eyes red and slightly puffy. "What happens if we try to save Maxie and you get caught? I don't think I could handle it…"
"Ssh," Krit wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry again. Crying for Tinga, no doubt. Syl had told him how when Tinga had gotten with Charlie, she's let Syl live in their guest room for months, after the whole nightmares deal. Zack hadn't been happy, but Tinga told him to go away while she helped her baby sister. Syl never forgot how much Tinga helped her…
"Princess, I promise if we go into Manticore – on the off chance Zack even suggests it – I swear I'll make sure everyone gets out safe," he kissed her cheek.
"But, there's so much risk," she said, dully, as Krit led her back to their motel room.
"Don't think about it now, worry about it when it happens," Krit said. She nodded and went to have a bath.
Later, after they had both gone to sleep, Syl got up to get a drink of water and noticed Krit sitting by the window.
"Krit?"
He looked at her, tears on his face. "I'm worried about Maxie," he said. "Where is she? Is she even alive?"
Syl walked over and sat in his lap. Kissing him gently, she hugged him. "She'll be fine. Maxie was always Lydecker's favorite – he'll never hurt her for any reason."
"I've got a bad feeling, Syl," he whispered. "I had a nightmare – Zack described the scene. Max holding Tinga's body in her lap, crying. I'm not sure when he saw them, but…I kept seeing your body instead of Tinga's and all I could think I was a terrible person for worrying about you instead of mourning Tinga."
Syl stroked Krit's cheek. "It's okay. You've accepted Tinga's death and you're worried about the life or death of someone close to you – me. I did it when Eva died and again when Ben died."
"Really?" Krit asked, eyes closed.
"Yeah. Come back to bed with me," she said, her breathe warm against his cheek.
His eyes opened.
"You mean it?" he said, almost nervous at such an open invitation, after the whole 'give me time' speech in the car.
"We're both wired about tomorrow…today…probably won't get any togetherness time for awhile," Syl leant into him, kissing him.
"After this whole deal with Zack and Max is over, come back to Florida with me," Krit requested.
"Promise me, if we end up going to Manticore and I get injured or captured, you won't risk your neck or sacrifice yourself for me?" Syl breathed, kissing his neck.
"Uhh…I guess I promise." Krit pulled her to her feet and pulled her towards his bed.
"Then we can have some proper quality time together," Syl smirked at him.
"I'd like to be around when you make good on that grin," Krit said, undoing the shirt she was wearing.
"Only for you," Syl made a gaspy noise. "Only for you, Krit"
PLEASE NOTE: was high when wrote author's notes. High on Soothers (a berry flavoured cough lollie for sore throats) I get four days off – woo hoo. Maybe you could a press that button in the left corner and you know, type Y- O-U-R-O-C-K in it and hit submit review. Was I subtle ? ;)
Dedication: To lemelemie – you weirdo, to my sister who told me I suck at writing romance (spontaneous, Mia, spontaneous ;)) and to JAZ – the other half of girltypes fan club * g* we need hobbies….
Hmmmm – if I get reviews –I'll not only add the final chapter of this in the next…23 hours, 59 mins and 60 seconds, I'll update Catalyst – how's that for a bargain….
Chapter Four: The Third Night.
Also Known As: Predictable.
They drove into a small town at nine the next night – Syl was driving and Krit was stuffing his face.
"Come along, my fragile little dragon fly," he said, as they went in to get a room.
"I prefer 'delicate jonquil', thanks," she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Fine."
They got a room, dumped their stuff and went to a Chinese restaurant and ate. They purposely avoided the events from earlier that day, but discussed old times – when she was eleven and managed to blow up her foster father's Porsche, when he was fifteen and got caught trafficing drugs and when he decided to make a fort in the pack by using grenades.
They bought ice cream and went walking in the park when Zack rang Krit.
Krit looked very angry when he finished the conversation.
"Tinga's dead. Maxie's been captured and Zack needs us there tomorrow afternoon."
Syl sat down suddenly on the swing.
"T-Tinga's dead?" she asked in a quivery voice, that scared Krit. "As in…?"
"She's gone, kitten. And she can't come back."
Syl nodded dazedly. "And Maxie's been captured?"
"Yeah – trying to save Tinga." Krit sat down next to her, putting his arm around her.
Syl began sobbing; huge, gasping sobs that shook her whole body and made Krit worry about her. They sat their for ages, as Syl cried.
She pulled away from him very suddenly and stalked off to the motel. Krit jogged after her.
"Talk to me, Princess."
"We can't Krit," she said, her eyes red and slightly puffy. "What happens if we try to save Maxie and you get caught? I don't think I could handle it…"
"Ssh," Krit wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry again. Crying for Tinga, no doubt. Syl had told him how when Tinga had gotten with Charlie, she's let Syl live in their guest room for months, after the whole nightmares deal. Zack hadn't been happy, but Tinga told him to go away while she helped her baby sister. Syl never forgot how much Tinga helped her…
"Princess, I promise if we go into Manticore – on the off chance Zack even suggests it – I swear I'll make sure everyone gets out safe," he kissed her cheek.
"But, there's so much risk," she said, dully, as Krit led her back to their motel room.
"Don't think about it now, worry about it when it happens," Krit said. She nodded and went to have a bath.
Later, after they had both gone to sleep, Syl got up to get a drink of water and noticed Krit sitting by the window.
"Krit?"
He looked at her, tears on his face. "I'm worried about Maxie," he said. "Where is she? Is she even alive?"
Syl walked over and sat in his lap. Kissing him gently, she hugged him. "She'll be fine. Maxie was always Lydecker's favorite – he'll never hurt her for any reason."
"I've got a bad feeling, Syl," he whispered. "I had a nightmare – Zack described the scene. Max holding Tinga's body in her lap, crying. I'm not sure when he saw them, but…I kept seeing your body instead of Tinga's and all I could think I was a terrible person for worrying about you instead of mourning Tinga."
Syl stroked Krit's cheek. "It's okay. You've accepted Tinga's death and you're worried about the life or death of someone close to you – me. I did it when Eva died and again when Ben died."
"Really?" Krit asked, eyes closed.
"Yeah. Come back to bed with me," she said, her breathe warm against his cheek.
His eyes opened.
"You mean it?" he said, almost nervous at such an open invitation, after the whole 'give me time' speech in the car.
"We're both wired about tomorrow…today…probably won't get any togetherness time for awhile," Syl leant into him, kissing him.
"After this whole deal with Zack and Max is over, come back to Florida with me," Krit requested.
"Promise me, if we end up going to Manticore and I get injured or captured, you won't risk your neck or sacrifice yourself for me?" Syl breathed, kissing his neck.
"Uhh…I guess I promise." Krit pulled her to her feet and pulled her towards his bed.
"Then we can have some proper quality time together," Syl smirked at him.
"I'd like to be around when you make good on that grin," Krit said, undoing the shirt she was wearing.
"Only for you," Syl made a gaspy noise. "Only for you, Krit"
PLEASE NOTE: was high when wrote author's notes. High on Soothers (a berry flavoured cough lollie for sore throats) I get four days off – woo hoo. Maybe you could a press that button in the left corner and you know, type Y- O-U-R-O-C-K in it and hit submit review. Was I subtle ? ;)