Under the extreme influence of most of the reviewers of Stalker, I am putting Survival on hold. Now, here comes Stalker II.
RachetSly: Better? Speaking of which, get better meds.
Octovarious Kaiser Scott: If you're reading this, stop. This is a Sly/Carm story. It isn't worth your time or mine to read and flame this. I won't care.
Under the direction of Sucker Punch pistol hammer clicks off screen, I do not own Sly.
Chapter 1 Two Months Later
Carmelita limped up the stairs to her apartment. It had been tough for the past couple of months. She had to explain to her boss who her stalker was, explain why Kyle had been her stalker, and what had happened to him after that. Her wounds had made her job even more difficult, and everyone else wanted to know what happened to Kyle, and even after they knew she had to tell them again. They all wanted to know if she and Kyle had been in love, or just so they could hear the story straight form her. She couldn't avoid work though; she'd have to pull in some extra research in order for her to get back time she had lost due to her injuries.
And all of those former troubles were nothing compared to the perverts that thought she was open because Kyle was dead, or Martha spreading rumors all over the place. The one she hated most was the one where she was going to soon disappear with Kyle, who was hiding in her apartment, and elope off to Italy.
The only lucky thing that had happened was that Cooper was too injured to pull any heists. But he was sure to recover before she did. The knife in her leg had ripped he insides of it to bits. It would take a while for that to heal, and even more time for her to get back in shape so she could chase him.
Carmelita got to her apartment and opened the door. She walked inside, and instantly noticed the bouquet of roses sitting on her bed. She went over to the roses and picked up the card sitting on them. All it said was
Get well soon, my love
From Sly Cooper
"Sly Cooper, only natural he'd pull off some crap like this." Carmelita thought to herself, although she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth from the letter. She noticed she had it pressed to her chest and dropped it like it was on fire.
Carmelita sniffed the roses and smiled as she embraced herself in herself in the scent. She quickly noticed that these were also from Sly, and dropped them just like she had the card.
Carmelita shook her head. "I need to get some sleep." She whispered to herself as she climbed into her bed and closed her eyes. She was unaware of the raccoon thief sitting on the roof next to hers.
Sly sat on the roof over, watching as Carmelita smiled and pressed the card to her chest as though it was a blanket on a cold night. She dropped it moments later, but Sly didn't care, she had just shown how much she needed him.
Sly moved silently out of his hiding spot. He had to get back to the apartment he and the gang was currently living at. If he didn't get back soon, he would have to endure a long lecture from Bentley about how he was injured and needed to have his bandages changed. Robert's bullet had gone directly through his lung, and would have killed him if Bentley wouldn't have known how to patch up a wound like that.
Sly was on his way back to the apartment. He still kept to the rooftops despite his injuries. He only faltered once as he rail walked his way across a telephone line. He got back to the apartment just in time to save himself a lecture from Bentley, who had him under a strict curfew. Bentley was only able to give a quick 'humph' before waling away, simmering with anger.
"Whoo, that was close." Sly whispered as he slipped off to the living room. Upon arrival, he ran into Murray.
"Hey Sly, how did your errand go?" he asked.
"Oh, well. I got dinner at my favorite place, and then did a few other things." He added with the famous Cooper grin.
"Well, tell 'The Murray' if you need him to run any errands for you."
"I will buddy, I will."
Sly fell back on the couch and draped one arm off the couch while he looked for the remote with the other. He was planning to watch a little quality television, but soon gave up on his efforts for two reasons: 1) He couldn't find the remote. 2) His thoughts weren't even close to the television set. They were all on a certain vixen…whose thoughts were also on him.
Carmelita lay in her bed, but she wasn't asleep. She was tossing and turning. She couldn't help it; she got up and walked around. She wasn't paying attention to where she was walking (give you three guesses as to who she was thinking about) and stepped on the roses Sly had given her earlier.
Carmelita picked the bouquet up, and absentmindedly smiled as thoughts about how thoughtful Sly was, how charming he was, how sexy he was. Suddenly it dawned on her what she had just thought about.
Carmelita shook herself. She had to get some sleep; her mind was playing tricks on her.
Sly had gone to his room in hopes of sleep, but all he got was restlessness. As much as he tried to direct his thoughts else ware, they all wound up circling back to the same vixen.
The all of a sudden, the apartment seemed smaller. It was a pretty big apartment, but with all these thoughts, he needed the rooftops he loved so much.
Sly had no trouble sneaking out of the apartment past Bentley. He was, after all, a master thief. Sneaking was a reflex to him.
Sly wandered through the rooftops, rail walking and spire jumping as he tried to find out what his feelings were for Carmelita. She was more than just the police vixen who chased him. She probably knew more about him than Bentley, or Murray. She was like the friend you would tease just so they'd get mad, and later say you're sorry. Although, she never went back to being his friend, she went back to being a police officer, the beautiful police officer that chased him.
Sly's question had finally been answered to himself. He was in love with Carmelita. Having figured that out, he went back to his apartment to rest up, and to prepare the Cooper charm for getting Carmelita.
This is my first Sly/Carm story, so be nice in your reviews.
