Title: Perfect
Pairing: Brendan x Sonia (whaaaaaat?)
Word Count: 471
Timeline: The start of Chapter 21 where Sonia and Brendan talk to the Four Fangs.
Summary: Sonia thinks over her perfection. (Lame summary, I know XD)
Spoilers: The scene that occurs before chapter 21, and a bit about Sonia too.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, OK? And I'm not making money out of this either. :(
A/N: Waaaah! The site just reset my stats so the hit counter is back to zero! So sad! LOL I know this pairing isn't popular; heck, it could even be argued it doesn't really exist. But this just wouldn't leave me alone till I wrote it! So blame my brain! I allowed anonymous reviews now (didn't know I had it off …) so yeah, go crazy people!

The wind blew harshly around them, but neither made any indications that they felt it. Sonia disliked the freezing mountains of Bern, but it was the ideal place to hold secret meetings.

She, with the 'approval' of Brendan Reed, of course, had just commanded the Four Fangs to hunt down and destroy Lord Eliwood of Pherae. With any luck that nuisance and his small army of followers would be gone for good. It would leave Master Nergal free to continue with his plans, and hopefully, he would reward her for her loyal and perfect work.

Sonia smiled at the idea.

Yes, she alone was perfect, the greatest of her master's Morphs. Limstella was but a mere puppet, powerful but without a will of her own. Ephidel had been Sonia's closest rival but he was dead, a testament of his own inadequacies.

Sonia alone was the perfect being: beautiful, mighty, and commanding. She knew what she wanted and had the intelligence and power to get it. Everyone else was just a means to an end.

Speaking of which, Sonia glared hatefully at her 'husband'. Brendan Reed was a fool. He fell under her charm way before she had cast any compelling spells on him. The sanctimonious leader of the Black Fang had fallen so easily to her manipulative hands and smile. She hardly considered winning him over a victory.

In fact she saw him as the best example of how weak and pathetic humans actually were. He was far too idealistic, irrational, and completely ugly. Scars criss-crossed his body and face from countless battles, and the years had been unkind to him. His unkempt hair was a dirty gray, and there was a hardness about him that made him resemble a craggy rock face.

If Lord Nergal hadn't ordered her to seduce him to get the Black Fang, she would have gladly killed Brendan Reed on sight. Actually, that chance might still be present, and she hoped it would be soon. If she had to look at his hideous face one more time she would be physically sick. Such imperfection shouldn't be allowed to exist.

A hard gust of wind blew Sonia's cloak back, exposing her curvaceous body and chilling her to the bone.

'Blasted mountains!' she cursed in her mind. 'These winds would be the death of me.'

Suddenly she was enveloped in warmth, and surprised she looked up. Brendan had given her his large cloak atop her own. He was open to the elements but he didn't seem to mind. The large man just briefly smiled down at her with affection before looking ahead once again.

As Sonia clutched his cloak closer to her, she reminded herself that she was right; Brendan Reed was indeed a perfect fool.

But when he offered her his arm to hold, she took it.