Pheromones
by : Dru
Chapter 11
Words : 1341
Disclaimer in chapter 1
A/N : It took time and it's un-beta-ed, but it's here and I hope you'll enjoy it. It's yet another flashback, it's some "missing" (lol) scene's from Page 47 (ses. 1). It has mostly just Sark & Syd in a hotel room (what a shock) talking. lmao. But later on there will be Allison because you know, she's was his girlfriend at the time (in my mind at least. They looked like they totally had some history together.)
"Tell that ass that was with you that he almost hit me." Syd told Sark, as she was playing with his tie. He tried to make her let go of it, but she wasn't letting go. The tie was stupid with the suit he was wearing.
"He didn't know it was you, and wouldn't it have been weird to your partner, Dixon, if he DIDN'T shoot?" He asked her, as she finally got the tie loose and threw it onto the couch.
"Well, yeah. But maybe he had bad hearing." She told him, as she started putting the short, blonde wig on. She liked the outfit this time. It was comfortable. And not very slutty.
"Right, because he could have a job in this buisness with bad hearing. By the way, I like you blonde." He told her, as he fixed her wig a bit. She swatted his hands away and rolled her eyes.
"When do I not look good? And I'll never really bleach my hair. Maybe the guys other senses were like more sensitive. Like Daredevil." She told him, as she was gathering her alias together.
"Tell me you did not make a refrence to a comic book charahcter. What's wrong with a little bleach? Do you have something against blonde?" He asked her, just as she opened the bathroom door of the hotel-room. She just turned around and rolled her brown eyes.
"I did mention a comic book charchater, and yes, I don't like blondes. At least one I know, is a total prick." She told him, sticking out her tounge at him and then walking into the bathroom, locking it, off course.
After the mission:
"I can not believe you did that. How the hell did you decided to do that?" Sark barked at her, as she just sat there in her alias (tugging of her blonde wig) and rolled her eyes.
"Get over it already. Like I said, If I make things too easy for you, then they might suspect something. We can't have that. So, just go b about me to your girlfriend." She told him, before discarding the denim shorts and putting some jeans over the red bikini-bottoms.
"Sydney, I'm trying to be resonable here. Also, now they have the book. Sloane has it. Is that what you want?" He asked her, as he sat down beside her and looked her in the eyes.
"We can fix that later. I'm sure you'll come up with something brilliant." She told him, the voice had lost all the humor and teasing, before she got up and pulled a top over her red bikini-top. She stood up, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"You know your mom won't stand for any more of these escapades." He told her when she was almost out the door. She turns around and gives him this strange look.
"My mom? My mother died when I was 6. What are you talking about?" She told him, as she walked back to him and put her hands on her waist. s, he just revealed something that he thought was already revealed.
"Umh, nothing. You know. Just you know, your mother in heaven wouldn't want you to be a troublmaker. Right?" He asked her, but she knew he knew something that he wasn't telling her and she was going to find that out. Son of a b.
"Why would you mention my mother, ass? She's been dead a long time." She told him, as she started to take her shoes off and then her jacket. Sark just looked at her and wondering what the hell she was doing. Wasn't she leaving?
"It was an accident. I won't mention her again, all right?" He asked her, as he watched her take of her top. She was sitting across from him, for crying out bloody loud.
"Okay. Make sure you don't." She told him, as she stood up and wriggled out of her jeans. She wished she could have done that gracefully, but there was no such thing as taking jeans like these off without wriggling.
"Okay, I can't stand it anymore. What the hell are you doing? You just put those cloathes on a minute ago." He told her, as he stood up and pointed at cloathes on the floor.
"I've decided to take a bath. Is there something wrong with that?" She asked him, as she walked to the bathroom door. He just arched one eyebrow at her and thought she was up to something. But still just sat down again on the couch and started to watch some Tv untill she was finished and left, so he could leave.
Few minutes later :
"Julian! Could you come in here and help me with something?" He heard from the bathroom and well, curiosity did kill the cat but he wasn't one.
"Yeah..." He asked, as he poked his head into the bathroom and then suddenly SPLASH!. He was in a tub full of ice-cold water. She was frickin' insane. He soooo wanted to scream at her.
"Prick, tell me what you meant about my mother." She ordered him, as she was on her knees next to the tub he had been thrown into. She was looking very hostile, and that would be a hard job for anyone else wearing that bikini.
"Nothing. I know not..." He was telling her, as he was was dunked underneathe the surface of the ice-cold water and then brought back up by a hand with brilliantly, shimmery red-painted nails (the color was called All Shook Up).
"Come on, blondie. I know you know something." She told him, watching his drenched face and thought hmmm, maybe she shouldn't have used that bubble-bath in there. Must bother his eyes.
"I don't. You know, I don't!" He yelled at her, and she missed the sound of the hotel-room doors open and close. SHe was about to dunk him again when they heard some clear their throath behind them. Sydney turned around and saw his girlfriend.
"What the hell is goin on here?" She asked them, one eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip. Sydney (who she didn't like very much) was kneeling by a tub in a red bikini and her boyfriend of two years was fully clothed and in the bathtub. Sydney's hands were on his shoulders. He looked like a wet dog.
"We just had a slight disagreement. That's all." Sydney said, as she stood up and wiped some foam from her hands. It reached up to her elbows.
"Right. And that explains everything? Like the bubble filled bathtub and my soaking wet boyfriend in it. I knew it was a bad idea to team you two up, but it was her choice. Won't tell her what to do." Allison told them both, as she handed Sark a helping hand since it was kinda slippery in the tub and Syd left the bathroom to get her clothes.
"He said something about my mother and then denied it seconds later. I was trying to get the truth out of him." Sydney said in this 'isn't it obvious?' kinda voice, as she pulled on the jeans once again.
"Your supposed to be some super double agent, and trying to drown him in a tub was your best idea?" Allison asked Syd, as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. Sydney rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.
"Well, it's not like I was trying to really kill him. Just trying to make him tell me the truth." Syd mumbled at Allison, probably realising how stupid it sounded now."I'm...I'm going to go now. See you..umh, two later." Syd told them, as Sark walked out of the bathroom drying his hair and Allison was trying to persuade him to take of the wet clothes. She didn't get a answer back, they seemed to be bickering like an old married couple. So, she just left them standing there looking very hot under the collar.
To Be Continued...
A/N # 2 : I know this took me ages to write, but I hope you enjoyed it. Please, leave a review.