If You Steal My Sunshine {Kaycee}

[Sinclair]

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week.
Indulging in my self-defeat.

"Aww, sweetie, I hate to see you so down. You were fine during your last shift. That wasn't very long ago- two days, right? Did something happen?"Asked a familiar waitress Sinclair worked with. She was a few months younger than him, but she acted maternal toward him because, apparently, he was a helpless boy who needed a mother figure. She pulled it off well, and once it stopped being creepy, it was nice to have someone looking out for him. Especially someone like the waitress in front of him. She was pretty and considerate, and when he wasn't quite as depressed as he was at the moment, she was one of the few people who could cheer him up with ease.

"Just some personal stuff. You know- friends and lots of drama."Sinclair stated with a shrug. He wasn't explaining anything to her. Instead, he was sitting at a booth, his head against the table, a coffee untouched and cooling in front of him. The waitress had meant well with bringing it to him unasked, but Sinclair still didn't want it. He didn't want to talk to her, or anyone for that manner. But his room in the Corporation gave him too much to think about, and too much time. So he decided to hide out in the diner where the voices would blend in, and, hopefully no one would approach him. So far, that wasn't going so well. And the waitress would not go away, despite his lack of enthusiasm in their conversation.

"Sweetie, I'm going to go get you some ice cream. Does that sound good? Don't worry, don't worry,you're worth it. And with that employee discount, it isn't that much, so don't give me that look, mister. Besides, you make twice as much as me in tips. Maybe you could cut me in sometime to make up for it. That should be no problem for a charming boy like you, right?"The waitress's voice was light and cheerful. It made Sinclair smile, however briefly. Before he could think of anything to say, the waitress had left him alone. Finally. He closed his eyes, honestly ready to fall asleep. Since Isabelle had been killed, he hadn't slept at all, and it showed. But here, he was relaxed, and it was peaceful. He was finally okay, so maybe he could catch a little nap. . .

But before he could drift off, the waitress brought him a large chocolate sundae with various sweet toppings- sprinkles, crunched up candy bars, and gummy bears. Sinclair smiled rather than groaning. She meant well, he told himself again. She meant well.

"Thank you,"he managed to murmur. The waitress smiled, then left him alone. This time Sinclair kept his eyes open, using the spoon to play absently with the sundae. He didn't feel much like eating, but mixing it up was entertaining, if nothing else. And it was nice to know that the waitress knew him well enough to put chocolate ice cream with hot fudge rather than vanilla ice cream- Sinclair loved chocolate when he was in a mood. Then, the gummy bears, those were yummy. He did consider reaching out and eating one, but he just couldn't bring himself to. So he let his ice cream slowly melt as he'd let his coffee cool.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee's trademark heels clacked on the tile floor of the diner, drawing attention to herself as she entered the place. That, of course, she never minded. It was the only sound in the room besides the murmured conversations and quiet dinner music and she didn't even pause at the "wait to be seated" sign. Per usual, nearly every person in the diner looked up at her but only the eyes of nearby male's lingered on her frame which was heightened by her choice of a rather tight shirt and jeans. With a teasing smile at them, she passed a gawking waiter and winked at him before scanning the restaurant. There he was. Target aquired. Familiar dark hair and blazing green eyes. It wasn't like she could miss him.

Kaycee slid into the booth and before the blushing waiter could stutter out a single word, she lifted a finger and spoke clearly. A glass of water. No ice. And coffee. Dark. With that, she shooed him away and faced her guest.
You made it out of the Corporation alive, I see. What have you been up to since? She asked casually, being very careful not to relay the fact she knew Isabelle was not dead. Anymore.

[Sinclair]

Ah, a familiar voice. A voice he was glad to hear, surprisingly enough. Sinclair didn't seem alarmed by Kaycee sitting down by him. In fact, he didn't even flinch. Despite all that had happened, Sinclair wanted to have a conversation with Kaycee. When Isabelle was dead, he hadn't been quite this anxious, but now that everything was right again and he knew Isabelle was safe, he wanted to ensure it never happened again. Ever. And since he presumed she didn't know about Isabelle's death, to Sinclair the goal seemed plausible. Even if he was still shocked by the events and unable to stop thinking about it. It gave him nightmares. How could a girl he cared so much for hurt another girl he cared about? And why wasn't he angry with her for it? In his mind, it seemed somewhat justified, which was alarming. He didn't mean to give anyone reason for murder, but if he'd given anyone a reason, it was obviously Kaycee.

"Thinking,"he murmured, before finally lifting his gaze to her. "But you're just who I wanted to see. Ice cream?" Though he was posing the offer as a question, he slid it in her direction, offering her the spoon with his free hand.

"Consider it a peace offering. My friend insisted on bringing it to me, but I think a beautiful girl like you deserves it much more than I, anyway."Sinclair explained, before adding,"We don't have to hate each other, Kaycee."

[Sparrow]

The waiter placed the water and coffee on the table and Kaycee nodded in his direction. Even though he was of the male variety and she had already flirted with him, Kaycee didn't even make eye contact. Strange.

She sipped her coffee and smirked a little at the bitter taste. Coffee was always better without cream or sugar. Life was like that too- you always enjoyed it more without the false flavors people tried to spice it up with. At least Kaycee did.

I wanted to see you too Sin. So I got Cymir to tell me where you had gone. She smiled at him but shook her head at the offer of ice cream. Chocolate wasn't her favorite. She tossed her hair; a habit of when people commented on her obvious good looks. But she turned her gaze away when she said her next comment quietly.
I couldn't hate you even if I tried, Sinclair Gabriel.

[Sinclair]

"Cymir?"Sinclair echoed."I like that kid. He's helpful." His expression revealed his emotions; he wasn't pleased. If anything, he was a bit alarmed by the mention of the little boy. His mind did jump to her knowing about Isabelle, because if Cy would help him, they could get. . .No, no, it didn't happen, there was absolutely no way Kaycee could know. None at all. Right? He tried to relax, and Kaycee's next statement helped him with that.

"Ah, that's good to hear,"Sinclair agreed with a small smile as Kaycee said she couldn't hate him. He then pulled the ice cream back toward his side of the table and leaned back against the backrest behind him. It was now that he took his first bite of ice cream. It made him make a strange- 'it's cold' face.

"Wooahh."he mumbled, as if the cold had surprised him more than it really did.

"I don't think you really want to know what I've been doing, because it isn't that interesting, anyway. So, Kaycee, what is it you've been up to lately?,"Sinclair questioned to keep her talking. It was a lie, he'd enjoyed his days leading up to this one (with the exception of Isabelle's death), but he didn't care to tell Kaycee about any of it. Surely, knowing Sin though, she had to know that he wouldn't let himself get bored, so he obviously thought what he'd done was interesting. Oh well. He didn't intend on changing his answer.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee shrugged but her eyes hidden from Sinclair, lit up with a satisfied glint. Oh yes, Cymir was helpful. All she had to do was threaten his safety and he had told her everything she had needed to know. What a sad little boy he was.

However, her eyes flickered back to normal and fell upon Sinclair; just in time to see his funny expression. Her lips curled back in a genuine smile and she giggled out loud. Trying to regain her composure, Kaycee cleared her throat and attempted to answer Sin's question clearly.
Nothing much. Just working on things at the Corporation. But we didn't come here to make small talk, did we? She said bluntly.

[Sinclair]

Ah, to hear Kaycee laugh. Sin's own expression now showed satisfaction, but he didn't hide it intentionally. He did take another bite of ice cream- this time not making a face. Then, Kaycee went on to speak and he promptly swallowed the mouthful of ice cream so he could speak up.

"No, I suppose not. I came here to sleep, in case you were wondering."Sinclair stated with a casual shrug. But he quickly added, in a quieter tone- after realizing that didn't make nearly as much sense aloud as it did in his head- "It's too quiet in the Corporation. I mean, people are around, they walk around in their menacing way, they're so self-important it's ridiculous, and they all think they're the toughest person to walk the face of the Earth. But, when I go in my room and close the door, to dream of jello and such things- which, by the way is pleasant- it's so very quiet. I can't stand it. I suppose you don't have that problem, you're one of the very few who actually have a place in that big building. I only know of a handful- you, your brother, Nick, and several others, but still, a small percentage compared to how many people are in the building."Sinclair's chatter was unnecessary, but he didn't seem to notice this fact. Or, he noticed, but he didn't care. And what was his reasoning behind telling Kaycee things he was sure she didn't need to know? Well, in his experience, Kaycee with a specific topic in mind was something he had to be in the mood for to want to encourage. There was a fifty-fifty chance it could be bad news, or she could be telling him she was going to kill him or something. Sinclair did not need more bad news. Where as the other fifty. . .Well, it wasn't likely that Kaycee was about to tell him something good. but, there were still two options, no matter how unlikely one was when compared to the other. Or, Sin would tell himself so, just to stay positive.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee's pale cheeks blushed delicately when Sinclair smiled at her girly laugh. She listened closely as he spoke; which was more courtesy than she usually gave people and shrugged when he finished.

I wouldn't know what that was like. She admitted, cupping her coffee cup between her hands and taking light sips between sentences. The Dark Angel took an interest in Jace and I when we first arrived. But I like the few quiet moments of the day I am priveleged. Although, she paused and tapped her fingers absently on the porceilan mug. I know what you mean about those self-important morons. They irritate me to no end. She moved her half-empty cup off to the side and leaned forward on the table.
But Sin, I came to tell you something. This. And as she trailed off with that last word, Kaycee Hunter leaned even closer and kissed Sinclair Gabriel lightly on the lips- pulling back just enough that she could look him in the eyes immediatly after.

[Sinclair]

Sin raised an eyebrow when she leaned closer to him. And then, when she said she wanted to tell him something, he was certainly attentive. But, after she kissed him, he found that he had absolutely nothing to say.

Speechless, that was the word. But he wasn't alarmed. No, there was something almost. . .pleased about the expression he had. That was unexpected, but not unpleasant. And now his decision to talk, to keep her from what she wanted to say, seemed silly. No, it seemed like a bad idea entirely. Still, he knew he shouldn't be doing this. Unfortunately, when Isabelle should have came to mind, he was just enjoying the moment. Kaycee was a beautiful girl, who wouldn't want her to like them? Most boys seemed happy when she looked their way. And here she was, kissing him.

"Well, you certainly know how to get your way, Kaycee."Sinclair stated, his voice light and amused. He made no move to lean away from her, however.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee smiled, pleased that Sinclair had reacted positively. She didn't know what she would have done if it had been a bad reaction, but Jace would never have heard the end.

She looked into his eyes, saw only delight, and pecked his lips once more. Do you want to get out of here? Go for a walk? She asked, glancing over at the cold coffee with a curled lip of disdain.

[Sinclair]

"I would love to, Kaycee."Sinclair agreed, without hesitation. Sinclair didn't really want to walk around, he didn't want to be seen by others, but on the other hand, what boy didn't want to be seen with such a beautiful girl? Maybe one who would be - or should be- killed on the spot by Isabelle if caught? Oh well. Sinclair didn't care enough to say no. He wasted no time getting up from the booth before side stepping and offering a hand to Kaycee. Partially to seem kind and help her up- not that she needed it, but mostly because he wanted to hold her hand and this seemed like a perfect excuse to do it. Sinclair was someone who felt a need to have physical contact with people, especially people he liked.

"Do you have anywhere in mind?"Sinclair asked. He didn't care, they could walk aimlessly, that wouldn't be a problem at all. He was just curious, and he, once more, wanted to hear her voice. Kaycee was not exactly the most chatty person he'd ever met, but he preferred listening to her voice opposed to talking. After all, he didn't find his voice as alluring as everyone else seemed to.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee smiled slightly when he took her hand. So Sinclair still did like her. He must have. She wasn't exactly sure of his status with the resurrected girl but they must not be exclusive. Either that, or Sin was having mixed feelings. Whatever it was, Kaycee was happy to have his hand in hers.

She fumbled in her pocket and pulled some change out; enough for the ice cream and the coffee.
I have no place in mind actually, let's just go? She phrased it as a question and laughed a little. It was good just to be outside the Corporation for once.

[Sinclair]

There were plenty of things Sinclair Gabriel didn't particularly like. Having her pay for him was one of them. But it was a kind gesture, and Sin could not bring himself to ruin the moment with his own need to feel superior. So he smiled instead.

"Thank you,"Sin offered, before answering her question with a bit of a laugh,"Yes, just go," The idea did amuse him, but he knew that it'd be fun with Kaycee. His amusement was more at the fact that Kaycee would be willing to go without a plan, without a definitive goal. But maybe she did have one that she wasn't letting onto. Sin couldn't say he minded much.