"His Son"
by: iluvaqt@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: All characters who appear in this story belong to their respective creators, including Cameron/Eglee Productions and 20th Century Fox Studios. No money is being made from the use of these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She's an assassin, a deadly cool negotiator and a demolitions expert. Don't mess with her. The worst mistake you could make would be to come between Syl and her family.
iluvaqt's Notes: I just couldn't leave it alone. So many of you enjoyed "Yes, sir", seems I got anxious over nothing. Then again, I tend to do a lot of that. Anyhow, considering so many of you - Lexie being the loudest - wanted to see a continuation to the story, I pulled together a few other plots I had going and rolled them into one. I hope you enjoy.


Prologue -
Friday, March 15th 2019
Wallace High School, Idaho

This little Indian wasn't happy. This little Indian was pissed off and plotting her next move with calculated malice. She watched her unsuspecting victim with a sly smile. He wouldn't know what hit him and by the time she was done, he'd wish he never messed with this little country gal.

Not that she was a typical country girl. She had the straw-colored blonde hair, the dazzling smile and the sun kissed complexion of the-girl-next-door, but she was far from naive or demure. And any bozo could tell she had issues with authority. If they used their intelligence, that is.

Mr. Kinsey, was obviously lacking in that department. It was kind of sad that he had to be the guy who got the short end of her fuse though. He was after all, only a norm.

First there was Zack and his, "Get your act together, Syl." After he watched her show off by beating the all her students by half the track in a 200m sprint. "It was just a bit of fun," she had fumed. How dare he pull her aside in front of her students.

Then Krit had pushed all the wrong buttons over the weekend. "Syl, it's just for two weeks. It takes five days drive just to get there. Seriously, it's good money. Why do you have to be so up tight about this? Even Vicki understands."

He'd been talking about his boss' playmate, Vicki Tanner. Just the fact that Krit brought Vicki's name up made Syl see red. She couldn't stand the big haired, big breasted - Barbie, that had the IQ of a chimpanzee. She probably didn't care that her boyfriend was going because she had another guy on the side.

Her concern hadn't been that she'd be without Krit for two weeks. It was that he would be over 500 miles away and if something happened, she wouldn't be there to back him up. It wasn't the first time that he'd be traveling interstate for his job. But it was the first time he would be traveling without her. Usually all the big jumps were during the summer. So she had the school break to go with him. They didn't have the luxury of being carefree and reckless, they had someone relentlessly hunting them down. So the fact that he was going away, without her for two weeks, freaked her out to no end. And the fact that he'd taken it so lightly, made her lose her temper.

She'd stormed out on him that morning, but not before she'd given him a piece of her mind. That, and the freshly baked apple pie. She didn't think of the waste till after when she had already burned out of the driveway and halfway down the street.

By the end of the week, her restraint was stretched to its limit. Her fight with Krit on Sunday, her talking to from Zack on Wednesday, and on Thursday afternoon she got a fine from the sheriff for letting her cat roam the neighborhood. For heaven's sake, he'd been roaming since the day he could walk. Trying to cage Bluey was like trying to trap Houdini. Impossible.

So by Friday afternoon, when Assistant Principal Kinsey decided to question her credentials, she was up for some aggressive defensive tactics.

"What exactly are you concerned about, Mr. Kinsey?" Syl asked casually. Her cocky looking superior, crossing his arms over a well-defined chest.

Mr. Kinsey was a young and handsome, assistant principal. The problem wasn't that he wasn't easy on the eyes. It was that he knew it and had an ego to match. He had his nose and hands in everything and Syl wasn't surprised that he'd finally worked his way around the new teachers to her. His mistake.

"I find it hard to believe you're an athletics teacher from Chicago, when nobody I've contacted has heard of you," he said smugly. He moved toward her, his 6'4" frame towering over her.

"I worked for as an instructor for the school martial arts team," Syl said calmly, unaffected by his advance. "I made no claims of having teaching qualifications on my application."

"Quite a leap, an instructor to an athletics teacher, don't you think? Big pay packet too, I'd imagine…"

"What is it you're really getting at here, Mr. Kinsey?" Syl interjected, getting very tired of his overbearing presence in her small office.

"The board is looking at a replacement, I could put in a good word," he said with a knowing wink.

From the look in his eyes, Syl knew this was a load of rubbish. They had no reason to replace her. And secondly, there wasn't another teacher within a hundred miles talented enough to handle the students the way she could.

She knew first hand that all the teachers at Wallace High hated anything that required them to spend more than ten minutes outdoors. Whereas, she loved being outside. The fresh air, the warm sunshine, the endless expanse of blue sky… and there was so much natural color to the world, the many different shades of green, and the mass rainbow of wild flowers that dotted the overgrown field behind the school boundary. She even took some of the kids' horse riding over the short mid-term break, just so she'd have an excuse to follow the river into the mountains.

So watching him standing there, staring at her with a smug expression on his face, as though she was going to fall helplessly into his arms and beg for his help made her want to rework his perfectly chiseled nose.

Syl moved so close to him that she could sense his heartbeat quicken. She smiled to herself, her eyes glittering with intent. She roughly pushed him into her desk. "Is this what you want?" she said pulling down on his tie.

His wide smile, and the glazed look in his eyes let her know her actions were being appreciated.

Smiling up at him, she licked her lips and tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. She let out a deep growl, before driving her knee into his groin.

He doubled over in pain. "What the hell…"

Wrapping one hand around his neck, she squeezed. His eyes grew large and his face started turning a deep red. He reached up to try and claw at her hand. She didn't stop and he started making choking noises.

"Syl… agh. Gah…" His reached for Syl and got more than he bargained for.

Whirling him around, she planted his face into the desk and resumed her strangle hold on his neck.

"Try this again, and you might just lose your manhood instead of bruising it. That goes for all the other teachers too. Am I understood?"

He tried to struggle, and Syl tightened her grip.

"Don't tempt me, Mr. Kinsley, self-control is not my strong suite. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Jenkins," he squeaked.

Glaring down at him, Syl yanked him up and threw him back against the wall. "Good. Now go. Lunch is over."

The class bell sounded and he practically stumbled over his own feet to get out of her office.

After he was gone, Syl stretched and grinned. Finally feeling thoroughly satisfied that her week just might be turning around.

Colleting her gym bag, and lesson folder, she headed out of her office. Walking toward the football field, she thought about the other two men I her life who thought they could play chief.

Her lips pulling into a sly smile, she knew just what she could do.

Wait dear ol' Zack. Have I got a surprise in story for you, my dear big brother.