Hey look at that I updated ahead of time! Woot! And I'm in a good mood so I hope this is good! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own metal gear or Sara

Raiden woke up early the next morning hoping to talk to Chris and straighten things up. However, she had already left leaving a note.

I had to run an errand I'll be back around 12ish. Sara be ready for a fun day!

Love you!

Chris

"Great just great..." Raiden ran his hand threw his hair.

"What's great Mr.Jack?" Raiden turned around to see Sara.

"I have to cook you breakfast." He smirked.

Sara looked at him warily, "Can you cook?"

Raiden smiled, "No...is that a problem?"

"Just a little." She spread her arms out to show him how little was.

He laughed, "Well do you think together we can make something."

"Most definently!" Sara smiled.

Chris made her way to the Northside Pub. It was almost like ye old tavern, except that is had dim electricity. She looked around the room for Satan's Advocate, or as other's called him Dominia.

He was easily spotted in the dark corner with his expensive Italian suit. Sitting next him was Shaw and another character next to him.

She walked over there disgusted by the pleasured look on Dominia's, "Am I late?"

Dominia smirked, "No darling, quite the contrary, you are most accurately on time."

She stood there stiff and rigid, "I am no darling of yours."

"No, I guess not." He patted the seat next him, "Come sit down."

She sat down and sarcastically, "Est-ce difficile trouver une cravate plus odieuse que vous?(1)"

Shaw snorted as did the man next to him.

"Yes well,"He smirked and replied, "Vous devriez poursuivre votre tailleur en justice.(2)"

"I already have thanks." She brushed her hair behind her ears, "What do you want?"

"All in due time. How have you been?" He asked with a slimy smile.

"Va te faire...(3)" She retorted.

"Fine business it is then... vous sale puttana.(4)" He said as his smile faded and he finished off his wine.

Shaw stood up and was about ready to pounce on Dominia, however, Chris stopped him, "Shaw, Shaw no! He's not worth it." Shaw sat down.

Dominia smiled, "Isn't this family reunion fun!...No...Oh well business. I want you to kill someone."

"Big surprise..." Mumbled Shaw and his friend nodded.

"He's a big pacifist and want's to make accords with the United States." He folded his hands and leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't that a good thing?" The one man finally spoke. His voice was rough and his face was covered with his dirty sandy hair and a gruff beard.

"No it's not, Chralie." Dominia sneered, "He knows to much and he must die."

The group was silent as he continued, "He's going to be visiting New York and he'll be going to a horse race. That's where it will take place."

"What if we don't agree with this?' Chris asked already guessing the answer.

"Then little Sara Matasuki will be a casualty in an unfortunate accident, like her bother falling off that balcony. Only this will be permanent." He said in a daring tone.

Chris took a deep breath, "What do we need to do?"

It was just after 12:30 when Chris came through the door, "Hello?"

She heard laughter coming from the living area. She entered and saw three gentlemen making shadow puppets on the wall for a little girl.

Chris leaned on the door frame and listened, "Otacon! Do the bunny foo foo again!"

"Alright." The young genius started with the little nursery rhyme.

Raiden looked at her and got up to talk to her, "Chris we need talk."

"I have nothing to say to Raiden." She didn't take her eyes off Sara.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the hall, "Well I have something to say to you!"

"Let go of me!" She shouted.

"I know something is going on. You're tense, tired and on edge!" He continued to pull her down the hall into a bedroom. He threw her in the room and shut the door behind him, "And you are going to tell me what the hell is going on!"

She looked at him insanely and started shouting. He couldn't understand what she was saying. She was speaking French and frantically at that.

"Chris...Chris!" She wasn't stopping. He walked over to her, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply.

He pulled away from her and whispered, "Better?"

"No..." She was crying.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry it doesn't suit you." He kissed away her tears, "Please?"

She looked up at his face tears streaming down her cheeks. His eyes were so pure to her. Her fingers trembled as she reached for his face.

He grabbed her hand, kissed her palm and pressed it against his cheek, "I just want to protect you."

"Jack, you can't-mmm"He kissed her again.

"That's not the answer I want to hear." He pulled her close to himself.

"But Jack..." Again her kissed her.

"Don't say anything." He whispered into her ear.

She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck followed by soft tender kisses. His hand trailed up her back softly massaging tight spots to make her relax further.

"Jack..." She said in a drugged tone.

Translations in order of appreance:

1"Was it difficult to find a tie more obnoxious than you?"

2"You should sue your tailor"

3"Up yours..."

4"You dirty bch."(this one is a combo of french and italian.

And since I'm in a good mood I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger. What's gonna happen? I don't know...no seriously I don't know well I do but I don't...grrrr...okay so I need to know if people's want's something tohappen betweenJack and Chris. Okay if you answer me that then we've got something to go with for the next chapter. and suggestions are always welcomed!Thanks for reading!

Astaroth The Fallen