Post'en up the next chapter-this one took a while cause I had all these different directions I wanted to go. It was like a tug-o-war, until it finally hit me as I was waxing the floors one night, and I suddenly just knew...POOF time to bring Robert more fully into the story-on with the plot. So here it is, and yes now you know he is a separate person I had some trouble with this because I wasn't sure how to introduce the whole idea. So evil twin meet Bobby Gore and here we go.Enjoy!

Prospect Seduction...

I used to watch him when we were kids, although Bobby never knew. Every day I'd walk six blocks their, six blocks back. A long walk for an eight year old. Just to watch.

To see what I would never have. To see what he did have. Why she would keep him, and throw me away-like a bag of garbage.

The man I lived with would have told you that I was garbage. That no one had wanted me because I was useless, hopeless, no-good-All those things and more. I smiled bitterly in rememberance.Then after breaking my spirit he'd beat me, until it hurt just to turn in my sleep. After a while he'd stopped sending me to school. Because he said''Those damn teachers are too nosey for their own good''! Then there was no one but me and him.

So these walks six blocks each day had started as nothing more that an escape. Until that first day that I spotted Bobby. It was strange because on the out side we looked alike. I remember thinking how this must all be some cruel joke, an illusion. How could we ever be the same when the scales had obviously been tipped in his favor. Crooked- like his precious metal to my moldy bread. I felt as if I'd been banished forever from a life that should be mine. It was as much Bobby's fault as anybody's.

So I sank it all onto his shoulders. He became my target my symbol of all the injustices-since then and always. He became my beacon, my obsession-my light in his dark.

Then one day as the sun shone brighter than usual for this time of year. Squinting as the silver of the monkey bars winked through behind Bobby's slight bent form. He'd been sitting that way for an hour, working slowly but methodically on creating a bunker for his collection of soldiers. I admired his dedication as his lips moved when he scooped through the dirt. He stile does this sometimes like he's putting his thoughts into order for reveiwing.Yet that's not what got my attention. It was the halo that glowed from behind.

As if even god was blessing him, celesteral choirs, and fucking blowing trumpets. Sun hits bars equals a revelation. If I could just find a way. A way to take Bobby's life someday...I could have the life I was meant for. Replacing his with my own-a balance would be restored. It was perfact.It was mine.

I'd run home quickly that day. Assured I'd found some magical loop hole. Even after the beating I received for going off again-I still glowed. Because I knew that one day when the time was right I would take from Bobby all the things that were rightfully mine.

As we got older I always kept at least one eye on him. From a distance of course. And I waited.

I watched him struggle past that awkward social barrier to finally become a man. I was proud of him just as family should be. It was like watching a play, but oh so much more personal. On the sidelines I was his biggest fan-lost in the show until...the perfect opportunity presented itself. All my aspirations put into a beautiful pair of legs, and deep-set eyes. Bobby's weak spot. I remember laughing when I realized how much he actually cared for her. Beyond most others.

And Alexandra Eames took on a whole new light for me. My path became clear, directly through Alex.

A year of planning, and now here I sat-Stationed across from Bobby's apartment, watching Alex through the green lens of my night scope. She looked like an angel, and she was. Sweet Alex deliver me from this life, reborn in another. And in return I would take care of her. I would show her what ''Robert'' would do for her. Show her all the ways ''Robert'' could please her. At least as ''Robert'' I could give her something Bobby never had-my whole being.

I closed my eyes, imagining it was Alex who stroked me, who squeezed me, who pressed into me. With her small mouth hanging open in a small moan, as I took her lips in mine. I would give her so much, filling her to the brim of madness, of ecstasy. I yelled out as thoughts of her broke my control.Lerching over I collapsed onto the couch.

Spinning the scope around in the stand in my exhaustion. Gasping in a lump of pillows, and trembling flesh, I lay in the dark smiling to myself.''Oh Alex wont you be surprised?''

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I wanted to sleep, but I kept going over things in my head. Alex hadn't seemed as concerned about the destruction in her apartment as she should have been. But it was Alex after all, we're trained to keep our fear response down. That message on her wall had been direct, and deliberate-personal. It scared me becuase I'd been on pins, and needles all day with her. Then she had called. I'd gotten to her apartment very quickly. When I saw her standing among the wreckage-so small yet defiance shinning in her eyes. Relief so immense I'd gone to her immediately wrapping her in my arms. Stiff and shocked by my actions Alex had pulled back enough to study my face. Then she had smiled.

I wanted answers then, but I'd let her put me off for now. Why was she so willing to be evasive, this Robert guy, what was she hiding? Folding my knuckles over my chest I wished their was a way to turn down my thoughts for the night. That sleep wouldn't wait until the grey morning light pushed in through my windows-to drag down my eyelids. It was on nights like these...When the loneliness was overwhelming. When the thought of a warm body in bed was tantalizing in the least. The idea of holding Alex beneath me, cradling her head in one hand, while the other idly, in the slightest of action stroked her sides. Snuggling her chin in the hallow beneath my jaw. Just right-as I could feel the touch of her breath, the brush of her lips.

My mouth went dry I needed some water. I should have said something earlier, letting her off the hook yet again was fool hardy. But I'd been preoccupied by our banter. Probably a direct reaction of this new current we shared. We were testing it out, adding a new layer to our partnership.

Filling the glass with water I turned to start back to my room. When Alex came into view, tossing around on the couch acting distressed. I bent smoothing the wrinkle from her forehead. As I did she arched into my touch sighing deeply''Oh god Robert!''

Knitting my brows I cursed under my breath. Never had her voice sounded in that tone, all breathy and languid. Who the hell was this man? She sounded like a bitch in heat. Well...maybe that was a bit harsh, but hell I was tired of playing this little game with her. This whole coy thing was driving me nuts. So I'd up the ante. It appeared as if Robert could get all the info, if he needed it, even if he was playing dirty. If I changed tactics? Change of fucking plans Bobby! I'll find out what's going on even if I have to appeal to the same side as the Robert guy to do it.To..to a baser nature, in Alex. Just thinking about it made me fidget. Get her to react like Robert does, then she would open for me.

Okay so maybe it was not the right way to do things. But he wanted her to be safe. Bobby are you thinking of debauching your partner? Could it be done? Was the end worth the means? It was farther than I'd ever gone before. Risky, true-but he did not want anything to happen to Alex. He'd need to consider it some more, it would probably get results. Later on he could explain himself. Tell her how he had just wanted to protect her. That it had all been part of his plan. She might hate him if he succeeded.

I'll take that chance. After all separation would be like removing a vital part of their team.