I smirk when I see him slowly walk towards me.

"It's done." He murmurs.

"I know." I whisper closing the space between us. "Ya done real good, too."

He shudders and takes a step back like I repulse him or somethin'.

"I gotta go now..."

I can't help but chuckle on the inside at the fact that now he's feelin' some sorta remorse. "So soon?"

He nods. "Hu...Hunter's waitin' for me."

You would think the boy would know better than to fuck me over and sleep with the man they call the cerebral assassin all within two months. Some people never learn.

He stands there for a minute then turns to leave.

"Wait."

He freezes.

"Where's the kid now?"

"With the trainers."

"Alright." I reply. "You can go."

He slowly turns around and dares to make eye contact with me. "What bout the pictures?"

"You'll get 'em if and when I get what I want."

"But..."

"Only then." I say gruffly. "Don'tcha gotta go?"

He nods again. "Bye Mark." He whispers.

"Bye Matthew." I smirk. A grunt escapes my lips as I stand up. I'm gettin' too damn old for this job but I ain't goin' nowhere as long as he's still here flyin' off things. I decide to take a hot shower and figure out what in the hell I'm gonna say before I go talk to him.

How the hell do I explain that I left that morning because she tried to kill herself? How do I get back what we had?

Well, that second question is rhetorical considerin' the fact that I blackmailed his own brother and part time lover into beatin' him up.

I know that the easiest way to get him back is to make him weak. When he's weak, he needs me. Only I can take care of him the way he needs to be takin' care of.

I finish my shower and throw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt I'm pretty damn sure he gave me. I pack my bag and head towards the area where I know the trainers are. I figure he's still back there since he took a hell of a beatin'.

He looks up the minute he hears my footsteps. There's a mix of fear, anger, and hurt in his eyes. "What?"

"I just wanna talk."

"We done enough of that."

"No, we ain't."

He waits till the room clears out then glares at me. "Get the fuck out."

"Kid." I whisper.

"Fuck off, Mark." He hisses. "I know what you did."

"What are you talkin' bout? If this is bout that mornin' I left...Sara..."

"Screw that bitch." He laughs bitterly.

"Jeff."

"Oh, did I hit a nerve? She's a slut, Mark! A whore. A cunt."

I can feel myself starting to get angry and part of me wonders why. On the other hand, the words 'shut the fuck up' don't exactly come tumbling out of my mouth either.

He snorts then laughs. "I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. Not even with a dick in your mouth. Fuckin' bastard."

"Damnit Kid, listen to me!"

"No, you listen to me! You planned everything! You had Matt attack me! What the fuck were you thinkin'? Oh, I know. You thought that if you made me weak enough, I'd come runnin' back to ya? Well ya were wrong. I don't need or want ya anymore. Ya hear? And next time ya try this shit, there's gonna be hell to pay."

"Who told you that?"

"It don't matter. All that matters is that I know."

I'm about to make some asinine excuse when Scott walks in.

Scott glares at me then walks over to Jeff. "Ready to go?" He whispers.

Jeff gives him this beautiful smile that was once only meant for me. "Ready." He whispers back.

Scott helps him off the exam table and I just stand there as they walk by me, unable to move or say a word.

I make a mental note to tell Matt that he's not gettin' those pictures back.

*~* End *~*