Furtive Fragments

Chapter. 4

by : Dru

Disclaimer in chapter. 2


She waited for the elevator doors to open, then walked out and into the lobby. Ignoring the gasp's and oh, my god's of the people waiting for the lift. She just made a beeline for the main-entrance and some people gave her pointed looks because of her bare feet. Well, at least they saw she had shoes. She just had them hanging of her bag. She would have to put on some shoes though when she went outside. She did not want to have to sit down and put them on and how would she run, if she had to?

She saw some slides on the floor and slid into them. She didn't notice the person sitting in the chair which the shoes had been. But then the person in the chair didn't notice her either because she was reading 'Harry Potter and the Half-blood prince'. But they would find the shoes just outside the building. She left them there as she stepped into a cab.

She opened her hotel-room door and stepped into the pitch black room. Threw her bag (and shoes) ontop the floor and laid down on her oh-so-soft bed. God, she could fall asleep right...now. She was half-way between dream and awakeness when the lights were turned on.

"Ugh, go away, whoever you are. If you're an enemy, please, can we pick this up at a later time, maybe?" She asked, but it was muffled due to the pillow she had over her face to block the light out.

"You know, you were supposed to meet us at the rendevouz point. Obviously, you just went here." Said a disspleased Sydney. Ouch, she did NOT look happy. Fuck, she knew she had forgotten something.

"Okay, so I forgot. But it's not like I was thinking rationally at the time." Elle told Syd, as she sat up and put her feet under the cover. Oh, so soft.

"Oh, and why was that? We were worried sick about you. We thought you had been compromised." She told Elle, who just rolled her eyes and snuggled deeper into her bed.

"I managed didn't I? And after knocking out Sark I wanted to get away as fast as I could before the freak woke up. Seriously what the hell is his problem?" Elle asked her handler, now her hand was toying with the braclet.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Ryan asked her, speaking up for the first time since the lights were turned on.

"We were in an elevator. Having a decent conversation, and suddenly he freaks out. Grasps my wrist and asks me all these stupid questins about my braclet. He really hurt my wrist." Elle muttered the last part,as she sat up and rested her hands on a pillow. There might be a bruise the next day. Oh, the Fun.

"That's not like hi..." Syd was saying, as Elle & Ryan look at her with question marks in their eyes. How would she know? "You know, he's been my enemy for ages. I know all his moves. Seems just unlike him. That's all. Excues me, I need to call someone." She told them, bfore hurrying out the door.

"So, did you get what you were sent after?" Ryan asked her, as she once again snuggled down into her bed. She opened one eye and looked at him. Sitting on the bed, on her side. Hmmm.

"As a matter of fact, turns out the fucking lunatic didn't have the damn thing. Half-baked idiotic thing." She muttered the last under her breath, as she pushed Ryan of the bed and then snuggled down again and went to sleep. Ryan just stood up, wondered what was up with this woman and then left.

The next-next night :

Sydney and Nadia were both working, but Elle wasn't. She was spending that off-time well. The light's were off, the Tv was showing Angel and Elle was on the couch ... fast asleep. One hand dangling of the couch. She was lying on her stomach wearing her PJ's. Yes, she had spent the whole time she got home from work in her PJ's. They were too comfy to take of.

She opened her eyes when the Tv was suddenly silent. She had trouble sleeping in complete silence. She grabbed her cellphone of the coffe table (yes, she had it re-charged) and pushed a button so that the screen lit up and she could see the time.

4:07 AM.

Ugh. She had slept for how mny hours and she was still so damn tired. Doing nothing sure made one sleepy. She stood up, planning on going to get a glass of water and stubbed her toe on something on the floor. She picked it up and saw it was thick, thick book. Like hard-cover 'Harry potter and the order of the Phoenix'. 766 pages.

"Damn it! Light switch...light switch." She said, as she looked for it. She hadn't been here long enough to be able navigate around it in the dark. "Ha ha. Found you!" She told the light switch and turned on the lights.

"Do you always talk to inanimate things?" Sark asked her, as the room lit up around Elle. He was freaking sitting in the chair next to where she had been sleeping. So, maybe he turned of the Tv. Though it might have been the 'sleep' on the Tv.

"Fuck. What the hell are you doing here? And no, not all the time." She told him, as she went closer to the kitechen. "I'm just getting a glass of water. Don't worry. Want anything?" She asked him, well, because even if he was an enemy no need to be rude if he wasn't being really rude to her.

"Water is fine." He told her, as he followe her to the kitchen. She looked at him and noticed that he didn't seem to have a gun or anything in his hand, but it was still probably somewhere on him. But the fact that he was pointing at her was a good sign, right?

"I would have thought you'd ask for wine." She told him, as she got two glasses from a cupboard. She had read up on him and well, damn he was no boy-scout.

"Do you have any wine worth drinking here?" He asked her, leaning against a wall near the doorway of the kitchen. Ugh, does he HAVE to do that? She thought because he looked so damn hot right now.

"Well, they seem to have ... Vodka and Tequila." She told him, after she checked out their alchol stock, and saw him smile at the mention of the latter drink. Wonder what that's all about.

"No, water's fine." He told her, and she didn't ask what was up with him and the tequila. That man was getting weirder and weirder by the minute, no, make that seconds.

"Fine. So, are you going to tell me why you are here?" She asked him, as she handed him his glass of water. The mug was kinda big and all clear glass. Elle liked it. They were so cool to have colored liquid in.

"What I can't come and say 'hello' to my long lost sister, Sandra?" He asked her, smiling. Seriously, he smiled. If she didn't know that he was a sociopath, she would have thought it was sweet.

"What?" She whispered, beacuse A) if true she wanted to throw up and B) as he said that name some long ago forgotten memories she didn't even know she had came flooding back to her. But they were very vague and she forgot them almost as soon as she remembered them.

"If you're the rightfull owner of the braclet you'd be my sister." He toold her, and Elle's mug slipped from her hands. The pretty thing smashing into a thousand little sparkling pieces.

"Then do you know what the engraving stands for on it?" She asked him, as she fiddled with the braclet as she always did when bored or nervous.

"Yes, I do. It stands for..."

To Be Continued...

A/N : Like I was gonna tell you right away. hehe. Not much of a cliffhanger though, huh? But is he telling the truth? Maybe he just wants the braclet. :ponder: Chapter. 5 is basically all written in my notebook. A week, or two and It'll be up. ;)

I could not stop listening to this song from The Lost Boys when I was writing this at work yesterday. Well, what I wrote at work yesterday started at '"Water is fine."' The song was called Cry Little Sister. Awsome song. I even figured out the repeat on my mp3 to just make it play again and again as I finished this chap.

A sarkney flashback will be in chapter. 5. It was gonna be in this chap, but I broke it down to chap 4 and 5.

Dru, 12.08.2005 (it's my b-day. I'm 20 today.)