DISCLAIMER:I own nothing but a shiny apple powerbook equipped with office x.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first fanfic. Don't be brutal but please be honest.
He was sat waiting for her when she got home, Smug and uninvited, lounged in the corner of her sofa.
"And what the hell do you want?" She questioned the smirking blonde assassin as though she had half expected him.
"Just to spend a little time, Sydney" he smiled and patted the sofa beside him. The cocky bastard was inviting her to sit down next to him in her own apartment as though he owned the place.
'How thoughtful' she mused and dropped down next to him anyway.
"How was London?" He asked knowingly. She would have expected nothing less.
"Fine it rained a lot," she stated sarcastically, her tone serving only to amuse him further.
"And agent Brookes?" his eyes met hers deliberately and she found herself unable to look away. She had been screwing Brookes for a few months now but nobody at the office knew that, it was an arrangement that suited them both, he was married and she was merely looking to make her feel anything but self-disgust.
She tore her gaze away and moved from the sofa to pour herself an overly generous measure of whisky, she held the glass up in a cheers gesture and downed the warming liquid with little recognition of it's taste. The smooth heat on the back of her throat the only indication the alcohol had even been there.
"I'm going for a shower," she stated simply.
"Is that an invitation, agent Bristow?" he grinned widely.
"Get lost sark" she turned the light off and left him sat in the dark.
She stood under the hot water trying desperately to wash the stains from her soul. She had know some time ago that she was losing bits of herself, justifying each more and more morally dubious action as necessary for the greater good. She knew of course that exact moment she had been beyond saving, and the very thought of it brought the pain and self-disgust she tried so hard to hide.
He was sat cross-legged on the bed when she finally emerged wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
"Hmm, Very nice" He smiled his gaze raking her form suggestively.
She ignored his pathetic attempt to unnerve her. They were way past that.
"Why are you here Sark? " She was tired of this game.
"You know why" His smirk had gone; His eyes were empty and cold.
"Yes" she admitted hoarsely through tears she could no longer hold in.
She forced herself to meet his icy stare her eyes pleading with him.
"Why won't you leave me alone" She sobbed self-pityingly.
"Because you don't want me to Sydney" he met her gaze with tired blue eyes.
He seemed as exhausted by this game as her.
"I'm sorry," She cried tears flowing freely over her already tear stung cheeks.
Like I said first attempt. Please review my fragile ego loves attention.
Raven ; )