A/N: Hello! It's me! I know, I know…It's been…A while. At least six months. I'm sorry! I'm going to this Prep school, and I'm fucking exhausted! Yes, yes, I just said fuck. This has a PG-13 rating, and barely any of you read these Author's Notes anyways….Okay, I'm sorry…I'm just upset. They've been working me to the bone here! I don't have any time to write anymore, barely enough to finish my homework. I've been getting to sleep at around midnight every day, which is around six hours of sleep a day, minus when I wake up in the middle of the night. I have insomnia. All in all, I am over stressed, over worked, and very unappreciated. OH GOD I'M FOALY! NOOOO!!!

Disclaimer: Yeah…..Whatever…..

She heard a deep laugh, and then a light tapping noise as he figited with the lock. The smile playing across her lips vanished, however, as she noticed the gun sitting on the bed. It was then that the door creaked open.

Fox watched in horror as the door opened, as if in slow motion. He couldn't see the gun! He'd get suspicious….He was a bodyguard after all. And he may realize she had been the one to kill that boy…His son or his charge or whoever it had been. What would he do? Kill her? Turn her in? Neither would be good. Even if ACE bribed the government to let them keep running, one of the rules of the agreement was to keep all operatives out of government eyes.

And so, she did the first thing she could think off. She dashed forward, just as the door was opening, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Domovoi was taken by surprise, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the kiss quickly. As the kiss continued, Fox lifted her leg and quickly kicked the blankets over the weapon, hiding it from view.

After several moments, they pulled away from each other, both blushing lightly.

"Good morning to you, too." Domovoi murmured.

Fox only blushed harder. "I just….wanted to make up for the lack of it last night." She mumbled lamely.

Domovoi laughed, kissing her cheek. "Well then, will you join me for breakfast on the beach?"

Fox smiled. "Love to. Just let me grab my purse and shoes." She shuddered inwardly at her own words. Purse and shoes? She really hated this alias. Even if it did have it's advantages.

Butler sat down in a chair near the door as he waited, his lips tingling from the aftereffect of the kiss. It struck him that it was his first real kiss since he was a teenager, and the thought brought forth even more guilt about his conversation with Justin Barr. It was obvious she was just a regular woman. It was probably just his paranoia. Maybe he had picked it up from Artemis. Or maybe Foaly.

"Alright. Ready."

Butler looked up, and smiled as he saw her, standing and opening the door. "So, where would you like to go?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Not sure…This is only my second day here. We could try some of those stands out on the beach."

"Wonderful."

He looked down at her. She was so carefree. There was no way she was anything out of the ordinary. No way in the world….

Two Weeks Later

"I'm telling you, Sparrow. It's nothing!"

"Nothing? Nothing?! You've seen him every single day since you got there!"

"So?"

"So when are you gonna get him in bed?"

Sparrow and Fox were talking on the phone for the second time that day. Sparrow had insisted that she be filled in on every detail after each time she saw him. And, like every other day since they had arrived, she and Domovoi had spent each meal together. She was now debating on which dress to wear, as they had agreed to go dancing at one of the exotic clubs at the resort.

"I've told you. I'm not going to sleep with him."

"Why? Afraid he won't be able to perform? He is pretty old!"

Fox glared at the elegant black dress. "No, I'm not. I just don't want to get that serious. We're just friends."

"Friends?" Sparrow snorted. "Friends don't spend every waking moment together. Friends don't make out passionately under the setting sun."

Fox blushed, cursing herself for sharing that particular detail with her sister. "Shut up, will you? So we're…friendly friends. It's still not serious."

"So? Sex doesn't have to be serious."

Fox let out an annoyed growl. "Yeah it does! And anyways…." He blushed. "I haven't dated in fifteen years. That includes anything that may come with a date."

Over the phone, Sparrow giggled. "See, this is your problem, Foxy. You need to stop being so stiff. Enjoy yourself!"

Fox sighed. "Alright. I'll…I'll try. But I'm not sleeping with him just because you tell me to!"

"Fine, fine…"

Fox pulled the dress over her head. "How're Lynx and Shark?"

"They're alright. Reporting to Lion right now."

Lion. The king of the jungle. An appropriate code name for the man. Lion was the current commander of ACE. He was the boss that everyone reported back to. He gave the orders to all, and took orders from none.

"And Falcon?"

"At ACE HQ as well. Not reporting to Lion, though. Sparring with a few of the trainees."

Fox chuckled. "Really? How do you know that?"

"Well, he said he was going sparring, and there's no one else at ACE he can beat, is there?"

She laughed, and opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. "It's open!" She shouted, before bringing the phone back to her ear. "Listen, Sis, I have to go."

"Oh? Is the old man there?"

Fox looked up as Domovoi entered, giving him a smile. "Yes, he's here."

"Ooh! Let me talk to him!"

"No."

"Oh come on, Sis!"

"No. I'm not letting you traumatize him."

"Traumatize me?" Domovoi repeated, leaning against the wall and grinning. Fox waved a hand at him to be quite, but he merely stood and took the phone from her. "Hello?"

"Wow!" Sparrow exclaimed. "You don't sound old at all! You sure you're an old man?"

Domovoi merely chuckled. "Yes, I'm quite sure I'm young enough to be dating. This would be Jennifer's twin, would it?"

Silence on the other end. "Jennifer?"

"Yes. Jennifer Stone. She is your sister, isn't she?"

Another long pause, then. "Oh yes, she is. Could you give her the phone back for a moment?"

Domovoi looked at the phone for a moment, then handed it back to Fox. "She wants to talk to you again."

Fox nodded, smiling weakly. She had neglected to mention to Sparrow that she had told him her name. She held the phone to her ear.

"YOU TOLD HIM YOUR NAME?!"

She winced, wondering if her eardrum had shattered. "Yes, I did. So what?"

"So what?!" For the first time in Fox's memory, Sparrow was furious. "Are you insane? You need to stick to the alias! What if he decides to look you up? Or checks with the front desk for your room number and discovers Jennifer Stone doesn't have a room?!"

"But he already knows my room number!"

"FOX! Listen to me. Get rid of him! I don't care what it takes, just do it."

Fox stared at the phone. "Just a minute ago you were telling me to enjoy myself!"

"That was before I found out you're endangering the both of us by being near him! I can't believe you, Fox!"

Domovoi suddenly interrupted the argument, reaching out and snatching the phone from her hand. "I'm sorry, miss." He told Sparrow. "But I'm afraid I must steal your sister now. Off to bed with you, young lady." With a laugh, he snapped the phone shut, the smile vanishing as he noticed Fox's stunned face. "Are you alright?"

Fox shook herself. "Yes….yes, I'm fine." She smiled. "Come on, let's go."

He grinned once more, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Alright. Off we go."