Nowhere Special

"So, where are we going now?" Harry asked Audrey on the way to the 'Batmobile'. He hadn't been very keen on leaving Peter there all by himself. Someone was trying to kill him.

It should be you. But someone's topped you in the category of bravery today.

Not bravery. Hatred. Madness. Though Harry did have his own brand of madness, far more concentrated than he liked to admit.

Audrey pushed the unlock button on her keychain remote. The car doors unlocked and swung open. "Business meeting. We've hit the big time, Harry. They're calling us in to discuss expansion of the company."

"Great, and...Hey! How come you didn't use the remote last time we jumped in the car?"

"You were so gentlemanly getting the door for me," she smirked. "I didn't want to break the mood."

"Oh. And where is this business meeting?" He sat down just after she did, examining his very favorite car.

"Nowhere special."

"Oh yeah? And where's that?"

"Russia."

Conversation came to a screeching halt as he closed the car door. "What?"

"Oh, Harry," Audrey closed her door. "This is the biggest break you'll ever get in your life. Just bear with me for a moment. Please."

Harry sighed. Either her charm or her right hand on his knee had worked very well. He assumed it was the latter. "To the airport, ma cherie." Ah, he remembered one or two phrases. Smooth. Very. Scoring some major points today. He noticed his black fedora on the dashboard. Hm. Must've left that in the front during a... previous rendevous. Karen had bought him that. Not too shabby for an everyman's store. Who are you trying to fool? You love that hat. He picked it up, placed it on his head, and tipped the brim over his eyes. It would be a very long drive to the airport from here.

No dreams... empty space.

Save me, Harry.

You're gone, Dad, I can't save you anymore.

Save my memory. You're forgetting.

How could I forget? You haunt me every night. Can't I get a peaceful sleep once in a while?

I'm slipping from your mind, Harry. After all I gave you, I'm still forgotten. I gave you a past, so you could be in the present now, comfortable and lazy like you are. Harry- what will you do with this future? Will you waste it sitting around, supervising that floozy that you call a boss?

I love her.

Well isn't that nice? Did you love your own father, Harry? Did you love me?!

Of course I did, Norman! You know that. (Not often did he call his own father by his first name, but anger had made Harry bitter and distant.)

Not enough. Not enough to care. Not enough to avenge me. To kill. To die. I loved you that much. I died for you, son. And you've sold my company to that girl. Giving up my company so you can get a little on the side. Paying her like the gentlemen's whore.

I love her!

Too bad she doesn't feel the same. Just keep her happy with money and power, and she'll stay with you until you're bank account is dry.

You hate that I found someone who's not a spitting image of Mom. It's just like with MJ.

I tried to kill that so-called friend of yours so you could get his girl. But now look at me. Rotting in a grave. And YOU. You're living off of my life savings. You won't kill Spiderman for me. You won't kill Peter.

You're right. I won't.

Watch that girl, son. Keep a close eye. She'll turn on you and keep you as a pawn. You're so blind now, I don't see how it will do any good to warn you. Remember me, Harry.

Harry felt Audrey kiss his forehead. "We're here." She was leaning in his passenger side window. "C'mon. The pilot's getting impatient."

"Private jet?"

"Of course we have a private jet! What do you take me for?" Audrey laughed and led Harry to the terminal. "It's five hours across the ocean, then half a day over land- we'll see that starting tomorrow morning, the landscape is gorgeous. After that, a limo ride to Moscow."

They walked to the platform and boarded the jet, noticing a few people along the way. Those poor souls in the terminal, settling for coach and a travel bag of peanuts. It was a bit foggy that day, but still relatively good weather to fly. He wondered what Allen would think when both the President and the Vice President were missing from the company- and to go to Moscow!Harry gaped at the interior of the small jet. "Holy sh-... It's a penthouse with wings."

"Thought you'd like it."

"Like it? There's a bedroom in the fuckin' plane, Audrey! This is awesome!" He felt like a child again, and a little inappropriate. "Sorry, it's just..."

"I know. That's why I bought it in the first place."

"You bought a plane?" Harry didn't know whether he should be impressed or jealous. He gazed through the doorway directly in front of him. "Wait... There's only one bed. And besides... I don't sleep during the afternoon."

"Who said we were going to sleep?"

"Oh..." That's all that could escape his mouth before Audrey shut the door and dove at him like a bird of prey. Harry couldn't say he was bothered by the... enthusiasm.

The sex isn't a yawn either. Better than whiskey. Better than Vegas. Better than breathing. Concentrate, man. Still remember how to take off your belt, don't you? Even remember that you HAD a belt? Didn't think so.

The 'Do Not Disturb' sign was still swinging on the door when the lighted words over the doorway blinked for seatbelts. The pilot's voice echoed over the intercom. "Your seatbelts, please. We're preparing to take off."

Audrey fastened her seatbelt loosely and motioned to Harry to do the same.

"–ah fuc— eh... Christ that hurt."

"What'd you do?"

"Caught skin in the seatbelt."

"Not so difficult with all that skin to catch," she observed, laughing and gazing at him. "Nothing too deadly, right?"

"Oh," he blushed. "Nah. I'm fine." Why are you so shy around her? You already slept with the girl for god's sake. Audrey was different. She was... classy. He, Harry Osborn, son of a billionaire, had always been a bit less than crème de la crème. Yet Audrey, who had made her living by being truly brilliant (not just monetarily impressive) was a true class act. He didn't want to embarrass her, much less himself.

A few more minutes of silence and the plane had leveled again. "You may now remove your seatbelts and... continue with your regularly scheduled activities."

Harry stared up at a camera just above them, then yelled and ran to the other corner of the room. "He can see us!"

Audrey laughed, and would've fallen out of her chair had she not been belted in. "Only a few seconds worth of video. As soon as he saw the sign on the doorknob, he turned off the cameras. It's for my safety."

"Safety?" The concern wasn't easily hidden. "Audrey, who are you protecting yourself from?"

"No one. That's the point. If there ever was someone, he'd know."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to."

"Seems I don't have to do anything now that you're the head of the company."

She sat down on the bed. "If you wanted to be the president, then why didn't you speak up?"

"I could be the president of Oscorp?"

"Well, no, that wasn't part of the agreement. But if you were that heartbroken I could've at least bought you a consolation gift and a box of Kleenex."

Harry glared at her, but it was useless. She was too much... too much of everything for his senses to handle. Audrey the beautiful, the adorable... The half-naked. Which reminded him...

"I'll be back in a second," Audrey said as flirtatiously as was possible with so much of the mystery already taken away.

The bathroom door closed and Harry heaved a sigh. Ooh duffle bag. He suddenly wondered what things Audrey might be keeping in her large duffle in the corner of the room. Maybe something sexy to wear. He unzipped the main compartment: average, girly items. Combs, changes of clothes, stockings and the like. Then, a rather well-hidden back compartment. A few snaps and a zipper... Beneath his skin, Harry's blood raged with the excitement of things to come.

"Hmmm...Oh," he exaggerated, talking to himself. "Black leather...and a mask? Pretty kinky for a lady-boss..." It was sheer luck that he missed the glint of a blade at the very bottom of the small black compartment as he walked toward the bathroom door.

Mal dormiens.

A/N: I'm on fiyaaaa! I'm now a writing fiend! Hopefully my schedule will reflect my writing habits. Hm... Hope I have time to update soon...