AN: Okay, so, this is my entry for Nims Dias-angelovdarkness's Blackwidow Challenge! Or at least, the first part...Anyway, the plot is based on a sci-fi show that was on a couple of years ago. Now, I'm not going to tell you what it is, because I'm curious to see how many of you will recognize it. Also, I'm a bit nervous about this, because it's the first time I have ever written anything this...suggestive. Don't worry, it isn't anything that warrants a rating above T.

Disclaimer: If you think I own TRC, or the story this plot is based on, then go home, because your town/city/village/compund/whatever-you-live-in is missing its idiot.

Humans…you're such wondrous creatures.

Always reaching forward, striving to create something the likes of which has never been seen before. Though, quite often, the things which make the biggest impact end up being the most dangerous. Say, for example…steel…guns…bombs…us.

I allow a small smile to cross my features as I make my way up my target's drive, for what hopefully will be the first in a long line of visits…though, not too long. After all, we want to implement The Plan as soon as possible.

I mentally go over all the information I have on this man in my head, trying not to think about the tortures implemented upon the one I'm here to take the place of, the version we gathered it from. You see, she apparently started to have feelings for this man, and was thinking about telling him the truth. And let's face it: we can't have that…at least, not yet.

I knock upon the door, anxiously waiting for him to come and open it, and his world, to me. The door opens, and I take a good look at this man for the first time, at least through my own eyes.

Syaoran Li, twenty-eight years old. Dark brown hair, eyes of a rather unique shade of amber. Height: six feet, two inches. His weight is unknown to any but his private doctor, as he refuses to have it documented in any sort of file that someone could access…Not that it couldn't be taken from his doctor, but if we were to take that information, it would certainly draw unwanted suspicion. He's the only son of amongst five children in his immediate family, making him the heir to quite a heft sum of money, not to mention the vast number of corporations and political alliances his family has their say in. Normally, a man like that would be wary of gold-digging girlfriends. Thankfully, he either doesn't care about it, or he's too smitten with Sakura Kinomoto to even think about it.

Now, this would be enough to draw the attentions of any human woman. But for me, the only reason I'm here is because this man happens to be the head of Earth's Technical Defense, and one of the higher-ups in the magical council. The good looks, the gifts he gives to the woman lucky enough to hold his heart…those are just nice little extras to help me pass the time until I get what I need. After that, the real fun begins.

The man in question stands there, his eyes wide as though he's viewing some sort of ghost. I frown, glad that I don't have to hide my confusion as I ask, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

He blinks, and shakes his head. "You-you're here."

My confusion grows deeper, and a bit of anger adds itself to the mix. If she did anything to jeopardize The Plan…"Didn't I tell you I was going out of town for a bit to visit my brother?"

"Well, yeah…but I thought you were only going to be gone for a few days, not a week and a half."

"So you were worried about me?" My frown changes to a smirk. "Or did you suddenly fall in love with some other girl while I was away?"

"Of course not!" He protests. "I would never just-" He breaks off suddenly as the teasing tone I used finally makes its way to his brain, and his tone becomes filled with frustration. "You're teasing me? I was worried about you, and you're teasing me?"

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you worry." I say, turning my face away and allowing my honey-brown hair to fall over my emerald green eyes, the maneuver being recorded as one that he apparently has a weakness for. Inwardly, I smile. If he really was that worried about me, it means things are going just as we want them.

The information is proved to be correct, as his hand comes up to my face and gently turns it towards his own. His eyes have softened, as has his voice when he next speaks. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. It's just…I couldn't talk to you, since your brother is a hermit and lives on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, and there's no signal provider for miles around. What with these damned Tsubasa, I just wanted to make sure you were fine."

I close my lashes and open them slowly after a second, giving myself time to control my anger at his words, as I change the tone of my voice to something far more…suggestive."Why don't you let me come inside, and I'll show you just how fine I am?"

He grins, yanking me against him as he slams the door.

~)(~ Wondrous ~)(~

Seventy-two years ago, humans rediscovered magic.

Sixty years ago, they began combining it with different technologies.

Forty-nine years ago, they created the first Tsubasa, a magical android to be used in battle. These Tsubasa were to be the first of their kind, free-thinking machines to take the place of human soldiers. This was not their original purpose, but it was the purpose for which humanity found them suitable, their bulky, mechanical bodies proving tough against normal firepower, and their ability to run endlessly on a small amount of magic proving them more efficient then any human soldier.

Four years later, the Tsubasa rebelled, and started a war against the humans that used them. The war lasted another seven years, the humans who had created them in the first place disappeared, reportedly killed by the world's government. At the end of the war, the humans were able to push the Tsubasa off the planet, sending them into space, before creating a shield to protect their world.

However, after ten years showed no signs of the machines they had created, the humans relaxed, and the shield was lowered. It was believed that perhaps the machines had gone into some sort of hibernation, caused by the lack of magic in their systems.

Two years ago, this assumption was proved false with the sudden attack on a merchant vessel by a Tsubasa ship. The Tsubasa have reappeared, and they have a weapon far more deadly than the human race could ever suspect…

So, what do you guys think?