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Author's Note: This is my first Syd/Sky story or, rather, collection of drabbles. I would really appreciate feedback. Try to be nice, though:)

Just to let all of you guys (readers and reviewers) that I really appreciate your feedback. And to Pink-Green-White-4ever, yes, I actually had an "Endings" drabble planned:) For a little later on, though. God, I love this pair. I watched several reruns of SPD this morning and it's amazing how a fanatical shipper can actually find real Sky/Syd moments in SO many episodes!

Enjoy this one, you guys!

Written in response to the Ars Amatoria Romance Themes Challenge.

Just a fun drabble set anywhere before "Reflections", because it was before those episodes that Sky and Jack really had their rocky relationship. This explores the jealousy side of the relationship, where Sky finds himself prey to a certain unpleasant feeling we're all so familiar with…

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Competition

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Sky's POV.

Um… hello? Is it just me or is Jack paying just a little too much attention to Syd? Like it started out pretty normal and everything. I mean, okay, so he looked at her a lot, but who wouldn't? Syd gets stared at all the time—I'm used to that. She's a good-looking girl and when she fixes her baby-blue eyes on you, it's impossible to resist, and she does have a really sweet smile… yeah, whatever. Not that I notice or anything.

But Jack, yeah, he's moving in just a little too close if you ask me. Not that anyone will, because they think I don't really notice this stuff. HELLO? How can you not notice this?

First it started with that Dru affair. Okay, so I screwed up there, but that's not the point. Bridge mentioned—very casually, I might add, a little too casually—that after Cruger woke up in the hospital and I wasn't there, Jack hugged Syd. Now Syd is a really affectionate person, I know that, she loves hugs and cuddles and the like. And Jack was clearly more than happy to provide the tactile euphoric touch of the moment. Urgh. But all right, I'll be fair. Jack has been patient with me, and has supported me when he didn't have to. I don't dislike the guy, I really don't. Not anymore. But why does he have to hang on Sydney?

So as if that wasn't enough, then he ruins her birthday dinner by dragging her off on a stakeout—I remember glaring at him when he brought it up—and it was so obvious that he wanted some alone time with her. Then God knows what happened while they were shacked up in that shabby apartment together. I got sent off with Bridge and Z to look for Sinuku, and let me tell you, I could just imagine what Jack was trying to do while we were all noticeably not around him and Syd.

Oh, and then, heaven forbid he stop there. He arranged the surprise party for her. Which was, in all fairness, a really nice thing to do and for some reason I wish I'd thought of it before him, but come on! Did he have to hug her twice while we were there? I noticed that, I saw both those hugs. Syd was really nice to him—offered to share her birthday and everything—but the hugging? What is with the two of them hugging all the time? I mean, come on, does he have to get his hands all over her every opportunity that comes up?

So, like I was saying, am I the only one who seems to have noticed Jack's behaviour around Syd? I mean, come on. And he does it a lot in front of me, like he knows it rattles me and that gives him a weird kind of amusement.

Wait. Hang on just one second. What is going on here? Why does it rattle me? Why do I care that Jack's all over Syd and Syd doesn't seem to be pushing him away? I mean, I don't care who Jack gets with, right? And I don't care who Syd gets with either… do I? Why do I care? I don't. It's just annoying that he's being so… touchy. That's all.

"Hey, Sky." That's him. He's come into the common room; he's looking at me. "How about a little target practice, huh? You and me? Let's see which one of us can beat Dru's old score."

For some reason, I'm glancing around. Syd was reading a magazine next to me; now she lowers it, looking interested. Oh, great. Syd wants to see us target practice. She probably wants to see which one of us will win. You know, which one of us is better. But, hey, I know I'm a better shot than Jack, so why should I bother wasting time competing with him now?

I'm standing up. Stop, idiot. I'm still standing. "Sure," I tell Jack with a cocky grin. "We'll see who wins the stakes."

Hey. I've never been one to back down from a little competition.

But for the record, I still don't care.

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