Angel and Heroes

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//Chapter Three//

Kimberly sipped her hot chocolate and put the old Olympic mug on the table near the printer. Keeping one eye at Janice Brown's office door, Kim opened a new window and checked her emails. The marketing manager could be such an annoyance sometimes. However, she had to admit that working in a PR company wasn't really bad. There's not much work to do, except if she counted those countless times her senior friend, Victoria Woods, asked her to make hot coffee with no sugar and cream because she's on a diet program. Thinking about the former model who sat in the booth next to her was enough to make her roll her eyes.

'Dear Jason…

You perfectly knew that I was going to stay in Reefside but had you ever said anything about your bestfriend, Tommy Oliver? Oh, no, my bad, Doctor Tommy Oliver. You can't forget that title; he worked his ass off for that. Anyway, I don't mean to flame you or something like that, I just want you to know that we're friends now. You know, Tommy and I. We talked yesterday and you know what? We kissed and made up. Literally. Really, I won't lie to you. Oh, Jase… He's still the best kisser ever. The first time our lips touched for almost a decade, I was seeing stars. We made out like a couple of teenagers in high school. That was the first time, and after that… WOW, we didn't even make it to his bedroom. He's still the same loving Tommy I remembered. He was so gentle and boy, did he have sexy ass! Hmm… Maybe you still remember about that-- his ass. You two used to shower together after those work outs! You know that I'm still grateful for your information back then. I mean, you checked out his ass for me! That birthmark was there, Jase 'grins'. I know you must want to know all the dirty details, but I don't think Tommy will tell you the complete story, so that's why I send you this email.

I know you had your reasons for not telling me… I still love you, Jason, my one and only brother.

NOT!

Geez, Jase, what the heck were you thinking? First, please, please don't believe one mushy crap above. Well, instead of the first sentece, that is. I know it disgusted you as it did me, but you deserved it. How could you lie to me?? You're so dead, buddy. You know the PR Company I'm working at, right? Well, later I found out that its Tommy's friend's. Simon (that's his name) asked me to babysit Tommy's children. You must have known about Mike and Angie. Yep, David's kids. Another bombshell for me. I didn't even know Tommy had a BROTHER! Another reason to kill you. You should be grateful that I'm not there because I, with no doubt, would kick your sorry ass. I knew Tommy was always a tender subject but well, I think I deserved to know about David.

Okay, I'll end this right here. You owe me BIG, you hear me? B.I.G.

- Kim

P.S: Thanks for the stuffed Winnie the Pooh. Maybe you forgot, but you gave me a stuffed polar bear last year. Is there something I need to know about you and bears? You're not… You know that Aisha is dating Rocky, right?'

Kim clicked the SEND button and leaned back. Although their talk was mostly about the past, it was indeed a long conversation they had yesterday. It was almost two in the morning when she drove back home. They had to catch up again sometimes. It's nice to finally bring everything up in the open. She was glad that he finally knew why she sent him that 'Dear Tommy' letter. It had been so depressing to have the man you loved so three thousand miles away. As much as she loved him, she couldn't handle a long distance relationship. It hurt so much. She had been selfish, she knew that, but what's the point in thinking about it now? She couldn't change anything.

Tommy showed her David's pictures last night and at the first glance she could tell that they're related. David and Tommy both had chocolate dark eyes, though Tommy had softer feature. David and Julie died in a plane crash one year prior, leaving their two children under Tommy's care. No wonder Mike resembled Tommy so much. Tommy is his uncle and he and David were like twins.

The knowledge of Tommy was still a single, hot young guy, had lifted tons of bricks from her shoulders.

"Kimberly, what are you doing?" A soft voice called out. Kim straightened her back and looked at the pretty face of Victoria. Yesterday her hair was blonde and now she's pulling a Lucy Liu. Maybe tomorrow she'd go Bruce Willis. That definitely would make her day.

"Yes, Vicky?" Kim opened a new Ms.Word document and offered a small grin. She knew how her colleague hated to be called by the nickname. She said it was too unlady-like. Oh, please.

"You do know that it is forbidden to use the office internet for your own private leisure, don't you?" Victoria took off her glasses and narrowed her eyes.

"Perfectly," The former pink ranger nodded her head seriously. "I wonder who would do that. We're not paid to check out the latest fashion in Paris or Milan. But just between us? I loveee that Versace pink stiletto so much," Kim gushed as she watched Victoria's face go crimson. Kim was going back from the restroom the other day when she walked passed Vicky's desk. She's not the only one who 'used the office internet for her own private leisures'. "And those sparkly gems along the straps are gorgeous. Do you know which one that I mean?" Kim asked sweetly.

Instead of answering her question, Victoria lifted her chin up and walked away. "Kevin wants that print-outs about the shoes company in Jersey he asked you. And Kim, could you get me another cup of coffee? No sugar and no cream,"

"Alright, alright," Kim collected a blue map with NJ written in red letters. She walked to Vicky's desk and took her bright pink mug. Kim peered inside the glass; there's still about three inches coffee. Chewing her lips, Kimberly looked around. When she felt the situation was safe, Kimberly grabbed Victoria's exotic plant and poured the dark, thick liquid over the top soil. "I'm so sorry, but blame your owner for being such an annoying person,"

Kevin was a nice thirty four year old Texan that by chance was a big fan of an English footbal team, Chelsea. Instead of the picture of his wife and twins, he put a picture of his all time favorite group on his desk. This afternoon was unlike any other day; Kevin wore The Blues cap over his bald head.

"Kev, this is the report that you wanted," Kim handed him the map, glancing at his computer and saw another picture of Frank Lampard. Kim was never interested in soccer but she'd got to admit that the guy was kind of cute. "Is that all?"

Kevin studied the document and gave a nod of approval. "Great, now you go to the Meeting Room. Simon requested for your presence,"

"Simon?"

"Don't make him wait,"

Kim took the elevator to the 5th floor. Kim walked out as the floor indicator chimed and the door glided open. She was wondering what this was all about. Why did he ask her to go to the Meeting Room and not his office? Her face broke into a mischievous grin. Maybe he'd finally come to his senses.

She smoothed down her black pencil skirt before knocking. Kim thought she heard Simon clear his throat and she pushed the door open. The triangle sized room was empty, but the Plasma TV was on. There's noone there. Kim was about to turn back when a pair of hands covered her eyes.

Her heart seized in her throat. Okay… Wasn't this a little too friendly? She swore, if Simon kissed her or did anything unappropriate, she would…Wait. Kim sniffed the air and her eyebrows rose involuntarily. Simon's hand smelled faintly of chocolate. And since when did his hand become so… small?

"Surprise!"

Kim swirled around and her eyes widened in shock. Michael Trueheart was grinning so wide, showing a set of white teeth. There're chocolate smudges on his cheeks but he didn't seem to care.

"What are you doing here?" Kim miraculously yelped, watching the kid jump from the chair. "Where's Simon?"

"He's not here but he told me to give you this," Mike pulled out a folded paper from his pocket. "He commanded you to accompany me,"

What? Did he just say her boss ordered her to babysit Mike? Again? Kim took the paper and read. 'Kim, can you do me a favor? Please keep an eye on Mike until he goes home later this evening. You can do your job later, Kev will understand. I hope you don't mind. –Simon.'

Seriously, if she'd wanted to be a babysitter, she wouldn't have applied for this job.

Kim looked at the television across the room and realized that Simon wouldn't watch Barneys. The former gymnast sighed. It's not that she didn't like Mike, she did. He's a good kid, but oh, come on!

"Angie?" Kim looked around for the infant. She missed the baby girl, but she couldn't just come and knock at Tommy's door to visit her, could she?

"She's with Aunt Mary, our neighbour," Mike explained when saw Kim's blank expression and walked back to stand in front of the TV.

"Then…Why are you here?" Kim stammered. Having a hyperactive boy running all over the so-formal-meeting room didn't feel right in her eyes.

"Because I want to," Mike clicked off the television and turned to look at her bashfully. "I'm hungry,"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Kim questioned. Maybe this wasn't so bad. She didn't have to listen to Vicky's continuous complaints about the weather in Alaska, her Swedish boyfriend and that boring diet program. Just look at the bright side, Kimberly. You've got to spend your day with Tommy's so-, nephew. It had been fairly confusing for her because Mike called both Tommy and David 'father'.

"McDonalds? I want a cheeseburger, french fries and coke," Mike grinned cheekily and flopped down on one of the leather chairs. "Please,"

"Fine, let's go," Kim held out her hand but he only stared at it. "There's McDonalds downstairs," She enlightened.

Mike pouted a perfect Tommy's pout. That boy learnt a lot in just one year. "I'm tired. We're playing basketball in school and I sprained my ankle,"

"Yeah, right. You're jumping up and down just ten minutes ago, remember?" Kim chided gently.

"Kim… You know I like you. A lot. But I still will tell my uncle that you on purpose spilled coffee on your friend's pretty plant," Mike whispered.

"What do you mean?" She didn't see him there, how could he know about that?

"I won't tell you how I knew that, but I will tell my uncle when he returns," Mike said once again, more persistent this time. At Kimberly's pale face, his smile blossomed. "But I won't if you buy me a cheeseburger, french fries and coke,"

Kim snorted and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You're not threatening me, are you?" She couldn't believe she was being blackmailed by an EIGHT year old. "Your father won't be thrilled if he knows,"

"Or I'll tell that lady myself," Mike stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Fine!" Kim grabbed his arm, feeling her face turn pink. "I'll go. You just wait here, okay? Watch… Barneys or Powerpuff Girls, Barbies or whatever,"

"I don't watch Barbies!" Mike protested.

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"Oh, finally," Kim tiredly looked at the sleeping boy. After finishing his McDonalds, he asked her for a Haagen-Daaz Ice Cream bar and she had to walk for fifteen minutes for that, and don't forget those two bars of Snickers. His beloved uncle didn't leave him with any money, leaving Kim paying for all the meals. She had thought he would settle down after he finished eating, probably watching more cartoons in cable. Boy, could she be more wrong.

After regained his energy back, Mike wanted to play hide and seek. He had chosen to hide in the toilet, gent's toilet. She had to endure all those weird looks given by her co-workers coming out of the restroom when she's practically begging for Mike to come out.

"Now, aren't you tired?" Kim asked, putting her hands on his shoulders. She held him in place, just in case he decided to run away again.

"No, are you?"

If she had known she would spend two hours chasing the little daredevil, she wouldn't have worn the three inches heels she just bought last weekend. The elevator opened and Kim almost sighed heavily when Victoria walked out. Vicky burst out laughing and shook her head.

"So here you are," Victoria glanced at Mike, who smiled up at Kim meaningfully. "This fits you better. Maybe next time you can babysit my neighbour? Mrs. Owen just gave birth last month,"

"I don't need a babysitter!" Mike shouted just like he did when he met Kim for the first time, his small fist banging at the wall. "I'm eight!"

"Geez, Kim, watch that boy," Victoria smirked and walked away.

Kim had let Mike drag her to this room. It was similar to Simon's office but smaller and it also didn't have a television. However, the office was completed with a recliner and a tempting sofa.

"Are we allowed to be here?" Kim reluctantly said and leaned weakly against the cold wall. She had had her grand tour at her first day working, but she'd never been in this particular office before.

"This is Uncle's office, so it's okay,"

Mike moved to stand before her and he grabbed her hand, pulling her down at his level. He cupped her left ear with his hands and whispered, "I won't tell your secret," Then to add to her surprise, he smooched her cheek.

Now he was sleeping like an angel. Kim chuckled when she remembered her attempt to put the boy to sleep.

"Mike, why don't we try a new game?" Kim carefully asked.

"What game?"

"Playing dead," Kim answered with a wan smile and got a frown in return. "What's wrong?"

Mike wandered around the office and stopped in front of the replicas of Van Gogh's Sunflowers. He paid a closer look and said, "You can't fool me,"

I so had to ask for extra wage for this, Kim thought then closed her eyes and massaged her head.

"Sing me a song, and then I'll sleep. Mom used to do that all the time," Mike insisted. He sat on the couch and laid his head on Kim's lap. "Come on!" Kim was trying to recall a lullaby but Mike cut in. "Sing something from Linkin Park,"

"What?" Kim asked, puzzled. So now Tommy had started to listen to rock bands. But time passed and there're many things that she didn't know.

"You do know there's a band called Linkin Park, right?" Mike opened his eyes and looked at her skeptically as if she was coming from the 70s.

"I know,"

"Good," Mike snuggled closer, resting his hands on his chest like a mummy. "I'd like to hear Somewhere I Belong, or Faint. Both would do,"

Kim didn't know whether she had to laugh or cry. "I know them but it doesn't mean I know their songs,"

"Geez, Kim! You don't know?" The way Mike talked made Kim feel like she was the eight year old girl here.

Kim was tempted to shove his head off her lap but decided wouldn't be that heartless. "Listen, Michael. Do you remember that you said you wanted to marry me someday in the future?" His face reddened and Kim fought off a smirk. She had guessed correctly; he didn't realize that he had proposed to her when he was asleep. How cute. Mike was ready to protest but Kim quickly put her finger over his lips. "Either you close your eyes and sleep now or I'll sing Merry Christmas for you,"

Mike pouted and turned to lie on his side. Kim rested her head against the back of the couch. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. Now she felt a bit better.

She guessed she'd fallen asleep because when she woke up, it was almost five o'clock.

"Kimberly?" Tommy asked, stunned. Kicking the door close with his leg, he loosened his tie and leaned his body against the file cabinet. "What are you doing here?"

"Tommy!" Kim gasped. "Wait a minute, what are you doing here? Are you here to get Mike?"

"Well, yeah, but… This is my office," Tommy took off his glasses and slipped them in his pocket.

"YOUR office?" Kim gulped, her mouth opening and closing but no words came out. But didn't Mike say this was Simon's? Uncle Simon's? The next second the realization kicked in. Oh great, so not only Tommy was his 'Father', Tommy was also his 'Uncle' as well. Tommy was his uncle, but... Mike was definitely something. "You work here?"

"Well, it's a long story, but technically I'm Simon's partner,"

"Excuse me?" Kim stared at the handsome face of Tommy Oliver who seemed amused watching the color draining from Kim's face.

Tommy licked his lips, making Kim's heart jump. He regarded him with a bright smile that she used to love. "That's right. I'm your boss,"

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