AN: Okay, I write all my stuff and shove it all on discs so I am now in the process of tracking down every part of "As You Are"; I also found my fluffy piece… no, I mean it, it's fluffy enough to resemble a large pile of bubbles… actually, pink bubbles. Yeah, pure fluff, but we're not ready yet. This, "Ambush", continues the tale of proposal. I enjoy doing fluff and humor with Zendall, I think we need more laughter on AMC these days, what do you guys think? I think they bring out great humor in each other, no matter what the scene.

Ambush

Kendall stared at him standing there, smiling brightly, and still waiting for an answer to his name question. Scowling, she looked around, her eyes flitting around the office, searching for the hidden cameras, waiting for the people to jump out at her. There was no—there was no one?

She snickered, catching his slightly wounded glance and that made her snicker shift into a quiet giggle. "Okay, Slater," she stood, smoothing her dress, quirking an eyebrow at him, "Really, stop this joke, and I'll let you live."

"Oh, but my little poodle, is the truest love a joke to you?"

Maybe it was the huge bouquet of blue and white orchids, or maybe, it was the slightly maniacal edge in his hazel eyes. Why did he resemble a five year old boy who'd just found out that Santa's storage room was in the attic, open to only him? Okay, it was kinda adorable… but only slightly, because, okay, thoughts of Zach as adorable… eww. Kendall, her entire body tensing in irritation, snatched up her bag, and began to move towards the elevator.

When he began trailing after her like a puppy, she held up one female hand, and he paused, smiling slightly. "You aren't taking this seriously, are you, my little hot-potato? Why not, don't like the flowers?"

"Don't… just, don't… Slater, stop… freeze!" This time, he really did and she quickly stepped onto the elevator, meeting his hazel gaze with her fathomless blue one, feeling oddly calm in the face of the smirking idiot. She could deal with idiots, right? But, see, this was just a joke. Reaching down, she pushed the button to go down, and then scowled at his next words, from five feet away.

"What is it gonna take for you to take this seriously, sweetie-bear?"

As the doors closed, he found himself enjoying her pained groan that echoed into the office. Maybe he having too much fun with this… maybe he needed to stop this cruel torment of the innocent… "Well," he decided happily, cocking his head, "I'll just have to woo her, won't I?"

2:34 pm

Kendall stood at he window, peering through, blue eyes absorbing the sight of him, according to the note he'd slipped under her door after Monty Python, "wooing her." It was strange, the sight of a man in a suit that cost more than J.Lo's engagement ring, sitting in the courtyard, not even wearing a coat in the winter air.

Looking up from his book, he offered her a pleasant wave and she growled quietly, snapping her curtains closed, trying to ignore the laughter that whispered in under the door. Stupid, smug… man!

3:56 pm

Flowers…

She'd flung open the door, not even checking outside, intending to beat him to death with a spatula she'd found… only to find herself confronted with a solid blanket of every flower, every color imaginable… spread before her and she stared, stunned speechless. From over by his place, to her own apartment, all she could see was a solid block of color. Swallowing, feeling dazed, she stared at the blank space, where Zach smiled brightly and offered a huge red heart out with a light chirp of, "How goes the woo, cotton-candy?"

Groaning, feeling drained, and a bit woozy from the smell of the flowers, she headed into her place, closing the door quietly before collapsing, sighing, to her couch.

5:14 pm

The scrape of paper stirred her from her state of lethargic cookie-eating, causing her attention to leave the screen that was playing "Gone With The Wind" and to shift to where a slim file now sat in front of her door.

Don't look at it, Kendall, he's just trying to get you curious, ignore it! Ignore it and, tomorrow, sic Mom on him! Yeah, sic mama Kane on him… she'll kick his ass!

Her fingers twitched, her eyes studying the rectangular shape in the light, and she stuffed another cookie down her throat, shaking her head furiously, refusing to acknowledge the strange urge. No, she couldn't…

Exactly, Kendall, you can't… yeah, exactly, just, well, don't eat any more cookies, though, because, hello, we have to fit into our clothes, right? Just, ignore it… ignore him, okay?

Yeah, her mental was right, sure, correct, why she would want to look inside that envelope… why the Hell was she getting up… no, no, she had to stop… wait! But it was too late. Excitedly, she scooped up the envelope, rushing to a table, cracking it open and dumping the contents onto the table-top.

Contracts, it looked like… quite a few and she suddenly understood how those cat toys worked. The toy with the fake mouse, attached to the string, itself attached to a stick… the poor cat probably couldn't help but swat the stupid thing. She felt like a cat, swiping at one and it made her squirm… until her eyes latched onto the Polaroid of the ring and her Kane genes went off the charts as she studied the curves of gold and flash of diamonds… her mouth actually watered here!

No, Kendall, don't look at the ring or the beautiful… diamonds… sitting in a nest of… perfect… gold…

"Fuck!"

5:16 pm

With the last bouquet of orchids set to the side, Zach happily entered his place, loving how he could see her pacing in the light of her place. He'd bounced the toy mouse in front of her face long enough for her claws to unsheathe and her tail to start whipping… now, all he had to was wait. But, strill, maybe he should…

No, Zach, don't push it.

9:54 pm

Zach rubbed his shoulder, where the bottle of bourbon had collided so painfully, where the skin was swelling up; he was going to bruise, he thought tiredly, rolling the injured shoulder as he sank down onto his couch, sighing and waiting. Why couldn't she just admit how much she wanted to do this?

3:04 am

The flowers were parted like some strange Red Sea when she finally broke and left her place, in a terry towel over her nightgown, teeth chattering slightly in the night air. Finally, bracing herself, she began banging on his door, furiously, but when it was flung open, she threw out one hand to prevent herself from falling forward.

Okay, she didn't like leaning on him but the situation needed to be dealt with, didn't it? Whipping the signed papers up to his face, she waved them, blue eyes cold as she snapped, "Track down a Padre, Slater and let's get going."