Title: Behind the Bandanna
Written By: Meagan (domluver)
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,148
Chapter #: (2/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This story came out of the blue. I was watching LAX to much and came up with this idea :)
"You, uh," He said laughing nervously as he scratched the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You're a girl," He laughed pointing at her.
"Yup," She said shoving the bandannas into her hoody pocket as she laughed shaking her head. Looking up at Chris he avoided her gaze. "Something you wanted to say Chris?"
"I um--" He said shrugging. "Not anymore."
"So," Reagan said nodding slowly "You've found out the LAX secret. Congrats. Don't tell anyone,"
"I-I-uh-won't," He said still confused as she nodded lightly.
"This is the only way, that Homicide and I can be with each other," She said quietly messing with the ripped cuffs on her over sized jacket, as she started to walk away.
"Woah, wait!" Chris said carefully as he grabbed her arm lightly "You're—Cide's girl?"
"Yes," She said slowly looking him over "Problem?"
"No, no," He shook his head quickly "You just don't seem his type. You're so--"
"White," She smiled shrugging. "I've known him forever, and you just get closer and one thing leads to another--
"Why the secret?" Chris asked slowly, not wanting to know what the other thing was.
"Can you honestly picture a girl in LAX?" Reagan said laughing quietly as Chris let go of her arm. "C'mon Chris could you?"
"No," He said scratching his head "I suppose not."
"Well there then you go," She smiled turning to walk away "Oh—sorry if I hit you to hard on the head, I took a wild swing."
"No," He said feeling the spot where she hit him, it had stopped hurting the moment she started to talk to him. "No I'm good."
"Okay then," She said walking backwards "Don't tell anyone," She smiled pointing at him. Turning around she continued down the hall.
"Wait!" Chris said running to catch up to her. She stopped and quickly turned around "You're name—I don't know your name."
"It's Reagan," She smiled kindly at him as he blushed.
"Reagan," Chris said holding out his hand. "Nice to me you."
"You too," She laughed as she shook his hand. "I gotta go, catering is calling my name."
"Oh right—yeah," Chris said stiffly. "Bye."
Reagan smiled as she walked away from Chris. Looking quickly over her shoulder she bit her lip as she saw Chris still standing there looking awestruck. She wasn't really sure she had made the right decision by revealing herself to him; it could lead to a lot of complications. Stopping outside of catering she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
"This isn't going to be good for me," She said closing her eyes.
Chris walked slowly into his locker room, not noticing his friends laughing. He took a seat slowly in a chair and ran a hand down his face. Taking a few deep breaths he tried to slow down his heart.
"Sabin," Jay Lethal said snapping his fingers in front of his friend's eyes. "What's wrong with you man?"
"Oh I uh," He said shaking his head—he couldn't tell them. "Head hurting where that LAX punk hit me."
"Have some aspirin," He said taking his seat again. He rummaged through his bad taking out a small bottle he threw it at Sabin. "We're going to dinner after this, and then clubbing you up for it?"
"Yeah," Sabin said downing two small pills "Lemme go shower and change then we can leave."
Chris gathered up his towel and street clothing as he left the room and went into the showers. As the hot water loosened his tight muscles from his match from Homicide all he could picture was her face. She was so different that the girls he was used to, mostly because she was dating Homicide, and they were complete opposites. Turning off the water he stood still as he tried to remember her eyes…he wanted to be able to tell her apart from all the other LAX cronies.
"C'mon Sabin!" Sonjay Dutt yelled through a crack in the door.
"Coming," He said quickly as he dried off and pulled on his street clothing quickly. Shaking his wet hair he walked out into the room with his friends. "Ready."
He gathered up his belongings and threw them into his bag. He followed his friends out of the room; he fell behind as he was still lost in his thoughts. Putting on his sunglasses he opened the back door and walked to Jay Lethals car as everyone loaded their bags into the trunk. Looking up he saw her, with Homicide, but she was in normal street clothing it make her look even more stunning.
Her flowing brownish blonde hair was pulled back in a clip as the stray hairs flew about her face in the afternoon breeze of Orlando. She had on a simple jean skirt that wasn't to short and a tight lavender blouse. He stared as she leaned against Homicides jeep as she laughed with him.
Reagan laughed as she pushed herself off of Homicides car. An odd feeling came over her as she looked around the parking lot. A group of people on the other side caught her eye; standing by the trunk staring directly at her was Chris Sabin. His hair was wet, and he was dressed in a simple grey shirt and baggy blue jeans. She smirked as she continued to look at him through her sun glasses.
"Rea," Homicide said startling her as he placed his hands delicately on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Sabin--" She said without thinking "I mean—he's just looking at me."
"Have you met him before?" Homicide asked slowly.
"No," Her stomach twisted "Maybe he's just not used to seeing girls out here."
"Suppose," He said as he twisted her around in his arms. "To bad he doesn't know it was you that hit him over the head. He would be so dumbfounded."
"Yeah," She said quietly "Took bad he doesn't."
"You ready to go?" He asked kissing her lightly before he opened her car door.
"Where to?"
"I figured we'd just go home," He said shutting the door before he finished his sentence. He walked around the front of the car opening the driver's side door he climbed in "Just so we can relax." He smiled finishing his sentence.
"Okay," She giggled pulling on her seat belt. As Homicide drove off she rested her head against the window as she stared at Sabin staring at her.
"Sabin," This time Petey Williams's fingers snapped in front of his eyes "What is up with you today?"
"I just have a lot on my mind," He said shaking away his thoughts again.
"Uh huh," He said nodding "Well c'mon we're going to be late for dinner."
"Yeah," He said looking as Homicides jeep drove away "Yeah—I'm coming." Chris knew this wasn't going to be good for him.