Top Model

"Marc, wake up." Marc let out a tired moan; trying his best to ignore the fact that Daniel was shaking him. " Come on, Sleeping Beauty, time to get up." Marc swatted Daniel's hand off his shoulder and sat up. The right side of his hair was askew and his clothes were wrinkled. Daniel laughed from his spot where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to Marc.

"What time is it?" Marc asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"About three. I should probably be getting you home soon." Daniel said. "You were out for nearly three hours." Marc looked up at him in confusion.

"Wouldn't it be later if I had slept for three hours?" Marc asked. Daniel raised an eyebrow at him.

"No, I picked you up at about 7:30 and we got here about 7:50. Once we got to my room, we started the movies. Which means that it was about eight. We watched them for four hours then you took your meds. About five to ten minutes then, you passed out. It was just past noon when you fell asleep. It's three now, so you've been out for about three hours." Marc gaped at him. "What? I like to keep good track of time!"

Marc stared at the older boy. "You're weird." He said flatly. Marc laid his back onto the bed. "And your bed is really comfortable."

"Tempurpedic, Bitch." Marc slapped Daniel in the face. Marc rolled over on his side and closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

"Shut up." He grumbled. Daniel chuckled and shifted into an Indian style sitting position on the bed.

"You're definitely feeling better. You got a headache at all?" Daniel asked. Marc actually felt better than he had felt in quite a while. His headache was completely gone and he didn't feel the least bit dizzy. He just wasn't ready to get up just yet.

"Nope." Marc said.

"Good, but you've got to get up. I need to get you home."

"No." Marc mumbled. He was not leaving the glorious cushiony cloud that was Daniel's bed. Marc felt a pair of arms wrap around his lower torso.

"Come on, you can't sleep forever." Daniel said as he attempted to pull Marc off the bed. Marc gripped the bed sheets, taking them with him.

"No!" Marc said in a tired, childish whine. Daniel stopped pulling for a moment.

"What? You want to stay here with me in my house?" Daniel asked with an amused grin. " And in my bed non the less! Is that some kind of signal, Marc?" Daniel let out a slight cackle. Marc's eyes shot open. He blushed and sat up. Daniel's arms were still wrapped around Marc.

"In your dreams." Marc hissed. Daniel laughed. "Like I would ever give you signals." Marc emphasized the last word in slight disgust. Daniel raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Oh really?" Daniel pulled the younger into his arms for a hug. Marc yelped in surprise. "Then what about earlier, what was that?" Daniel whispered into Marc's ear, causing him to shiver. Marc's cheeks went a few shades darker.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Marc stuttered. He attempted to get out of Daniels grip, but the ebony-haired boy only tightened his hold on him and pulled him closer to his chest.

"I meant before you fell asleep, don't you remember?" Daniel questioned. Marc's eyes widened. He forcibly pulled himself out Daniel's grip, who was a bit shocked by the younger boy's sudden strength. He stumbled off the bed, his spy training being the only thing that kept him from falling flat on his ass. Marc glared angrily at the older boy.

"Did you do something to me?" Marc demanded. "I swear to god, if you took advantage of me I'll-" Daniel cut him off.

"I didn't do anything!" Daniel snapped. "I only kissed you, which you were awake for, might I add!" Marc's glare faltered. The memory flooded his mind. That's right, Daniel kissed him and he didn't fight. Of course he didn't fight, he was so tired he couldn't see straight.

Daniel climbed off the bed and stood in front of Marc. He actually looked angry. Upset even. "Does it bother you that much? Do you really hate the idea of me kissing you? Are you sickened by it?" Marc stumbled back, hr tripped on his own feet. He didn't expect this from Daniel.

"What? No! That's not what I-" Marc didn't know how to react to this side of Daniel. He was just confused. Why was Daniel getting so upset?

"Then what is it?" Daniel hissed. Marc sighed in frustration. He let some of his anger die down before he answered.

"I've got enough problems going on in my life right now. I don't need you going around, doing the crap you do, making me question my sexuality. I haven't even had my first girlfriend yet. All you're doing is stressing me out and pissing me off. I've been pushed so much crap, that I can't even think straight. I hate it when people push me into things! It's not that I hate you, really, I'm just really sick and tired of being pushed into things that I either don't want or am not ready for." Marc said admittedly. Daniel stared at him, as if he was processing everything Marc had just said. It was dead silent in the room now. The realization of what he just did set in. He just accidentally vented out all of his emotion into that rant to Daniel of all people. He hadn't really meant to spill all of that out, it just spewed out of his mouth before he could stop it. Marc blushed in embarrassment. The room was still dead silent and Daniel was still staring at him as if Marc had grown an extra head.

"So you don't actually hate me?" Daniel asked as raised a questioning eyebrow. Marc blinked a couple times. He stared at the ebony for a minute for he let his face slip into a glare. Of, in the whole rant, that's what Daniel picked out.

"Not per se, no." Marc mumbled. Daniel's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Marc raised an eyebrow.

"So I might actually have a chance? Sweet!" Marc's eyes widened in complete an udder shock. Wait, what?

"Whoa, that is not what I said!" Marc exclaimed.

" Close enough! I knew it you do like me! Well, not in the way that I want you to, but I can make that happen over time." Daniel said. Marc just stared at him with an incredulous look.

"Were you not listening to a word I said?" Marc asked.

"Of course I did! From what I could gather, you're just basically saying that you don't like me, or the fact that you're a model, because you were forced into it. So all I have to do is back off and subtly get you to like instead of the pushy method I've been using." Daniel explained. Marc blinked at him. His shoulders slumped as he took in what Daniel had said.. His logic actually made a lot of sense. Daniel was kinda smart, weird.

"Since when were you smart?" Marc asked in a bit of an unsure tone. Daniel seemed a bit offended by the question.

"I've always been smart!" Daniel snapped.

"Could've fooled me." Marc said. Daniel's eyes narrowed.

"If you didn't have a concussion, I would smack upside the head for that comment." The corner of Marc's lip twitched a bit upward at that comment.

"Whatever, lover boy, just take me home." Daniel rolled his.

"Fine." He huffed.

Marc stirred the chocolate powder into the hot water with a spoon. He got home about twenty minutes ago, only to find an empty home. Apparently his parents both had to stay in late for work. Of course, they thought that the other Clark kids would've already been home to greet Marc. They would've, if they hadn't been woohped. Megan had sent him a text saying they were on a mission almost at the exact same time Daniel's Camaro had pulled into his driveway.

Marc sighed as he put the spoon in the sink. He leaned his back on the kitchen counter and took a whiff of his hot coco. Screw his diet, he wanted hot coco! He couldn't help but think about what Daniel had said. He knew that a good reason he hated his job a model was because of he fact that he got dragged into it, but would he actually enjoy if he hadn't been? Marc didn't even like the idea of the modeling agency being at the school. He never saw why people thought that one's appearance was everything. He hated it even. He always thought that models were just snot nosed pretty people that held themselves higher than everyone else.

What was he thinking? Obviously, he was wrong about he perspective on models. He was one now. He never held himself higher than others. Well, he did like to tease his siblings on the fact that he was by far the smartest and knew more than all of them.

Marc put his mug on the counter, the hot coco half finished. He crouched down into a baseball catcher's stance, deep in thought. Maybe, deep down, he didn't actually hate modeling. Maybe he actually liked it. He just hated the notion that he felt so controlled by it. It controlled his schedule, his appearance, his clothing, his life. But, that wasn't it. Being a Woohp agent also left him vulnerable to Jerry's control. He got taken from school all the time. Jerry could force him to Woohp anytime he wanted. So what was it?

Marc ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He didn't mind Woohp because he was helping people. He could control the outcome of one of their missions. He could fight back. As a model, he had to listen to others. Someone else was in charge. He was just a pretty face that just had to look good. He was also more exposed. His face was everywhere now. He was always being watched. The media could destroy him. The man that broke in could destroy him.

Maybe…he hated modeling because he was forced into such a vulnerable state. He felt exposed and was being pushed around. That would explain why Marc was so short-tempered with the whole ordeal. Like an animal being backed into a corner. He didn't attack or lash out at people (mostly) he just always snapped at people.

He got up off the floor, grabbing his mug. He took a sip and immediately spit it out. It was already cold. How long had he been crouched on the floor? He put the mug back down. He just stood there…and stared at it.

It was fear. He feared the exposure. He feared that the public exposure would destroy him. Isn't that what always happened to celebrities? He feared that people would eventually turn around and hate him. Marc never really liked being the center of attention. It made sense that he wouldn't like the idea that his pictures were in magazines across the nation. People could easily turn on you if they didn't like how you looked or if you did or said something that they didn't agree with. He never liked models because he couldn't understand why they would let themselves be so exposed to the world. People judged them, just by looking at a picture. That's what he hated. He hated the idea that he was now one of those people he never understood. In Marc's eyes, Daniel was also one of those people. And that's why he hated him too.

The sound glass shattering forced marc out of his musings. It felt he jumped out of his own skin. Marc's head snapped toward the living room, where the sound had come from. The house was dead silent. Marc could only hear his breathing. He carefully walked over to the living room to inspect what had broken. The living room was empty, but one of the lamps was on the floor in pieces. Marc raised an eyebrow.

"What the-hmm!" Some had come up behind Marc. Who ever it was, their gloved hand was over Marc's mouth. The arm had a hold of both of Marc's wrists, which were being held in rather painful fashion behind his back.

"Don't bother struggling. One move and I'll snap your arm." The voice was obviously male. It was deep and very serious. Marc's spy training kicked into overdrive. He tried to run through every possible scenario that he could think of to escape. He couldn't compromise his identity as a spy. That struck out all ideas involving weapons and crazy acrobatics. He had to outsmart the guy, but how? Marc's eye's swept across the room, looking for anything that could help him. The man suddenly pulled Marc backwards. His wrists screamed in protest. "Get moving, kid" The man was dragging him toward the recently fixed backdoor. The guy must've picked the lock and slipped in before Marc had gotten home. He wanted so bad just to flip over the guy and take off, but his concussion would make that plan end in failure

"Move!" The man hissed as he gave Marc a harsh shove. This guy was grinding on Marc's last nerve. His hand smelled like cheese, for some reason, and Marc was positive that his wrists would be bruised after this. He growled at the man but began to walk. He had to buy himself time to think of a plan. He had no clue who the guy was or where he was taking him, but no way in hell was it good.

Marc gasped at the sight in the backyard. There were three more men, dressed just like the man that had a hold of him. They were all in black, head-to-toe, and all of them were wearing combat boots. Their faces were covered with ski masks. Okay, Marc was officially screwed.

Before Marc could even so much as yell, the guy who had a hold of him hauled him off the ground. Marc started kicking, hopping he might hit the jerk in the face. He actually got a few lands in, but his minor victory was short lived. The other rushed over with rope that Marc hadn't seen earlier. Marc thrashed around as the men forcibly tied the rope around his ankles and wrists. A cloth was tied around his mouth as well. Marc kept fighting, anyway.

One of the guys threw Marc over his shoulder and began to carry him away from his home. Marc's upper torso screamed in pain as the man's muscular shoulder dug into it. The other men followed after, none of them saying a word. Marc kept thrashing around and even attempted to spat a few profanities at the men. Nothing he said could understood, though. The damn cloth tasted just like they guy's hand. Cheese. Marc kept twisting in the man's grip to see where they taking him. His body was facing the wrong. They were taking Marc to an old beat up van hidden on the neighboring street behind his house. Marc was starting to freak out a little. He was actually wishing that he had just stayed at Daniel's.

"MARC!" The four men abruptly stopped. Marc's head shot up. Lee, Megan, and Tony were standing in the backyard, horror etched in their faces. The men turned around, blocking Marc's view of siblings in the process.

"Hey, let our brother go!" Marc heard Tony shout. He started yelling through the cloth, he wanted his feet back on the ground. The men turned back around started to run. Marc painfully bounced into the man's shoulder. Marc could see his siblings run after them.

"I've got an idea, but it's a bit risky." He heard Megan say.

"Just do it!" Tony yelled.

"Alright! Marc, hold on!" Megan yelled as she pulled out her MPCom. "Jerry, this an emergency. I need to Woohp us, all of us!" Marc's eyes widened, what the hell was she thinking? The effect was immediate. The ground began to shake. The men stopped and stared at the ground in confusion. Suddenly, there wasn't a ground anymore. They were all being sucked into a tube. The men screamed in fear and confusion. The Clark kids, who had also been sucked in the tube, started to attack the men. Lee kicked the man who was holding Marc in the face. He pulled Marc free of the man.

All of them hit the floor of Woohp HQ. The four men were all tied up in a net. Marc was held in Lee's grip, who was glaring at the men.

"Oh my!" Jerry said from his spot at desk. He hit a button on his desk "Security, take these men a holding facility immediately." Men rushed in dragged the four tied up men in the net away.

"Marc, are you okay?" Lee asked frantically. The other two Clark kids, along with Jerry, rushed to Marc's side. Lee was cutting fiercely at the rope around Marc's ankles. Marc just glared at her, seeing as how couldn't answer. Jerry untied the cloth from Marc's mouth.

Marc spat a bit in an attempt to get the nasty taste of the cloth out his mouth. " I officially hate cheese!" Lee stopped cutting at the rope for a second. Everyone stared at Marc in confusion.

"Cheese?" Tony asked. Marc glared at him.

"Would you just untie me, please?" Marc snapped. Everyone snapped back to helping getting the rope off.

"Oh, sorry." Lee unraveled the rope from Marc's ankles and began to help Tony with Marc's wrists.

"Jeez, these ropes are thick!" Tony said.

"Marc, what happened?" Megan asked.

"I almost got kidnapped, that's what happened!" Marc spat angrily. He did not like being tied up. Lee and Tony finally got the last of the rope off and Marc immediately chucked it away from him.

"Who were those guys?" Tony asked. Marc climbed off the floor and began to rub his wrists.

"I don't know." Marc mumbled. The adrenaline began to dissipate a bit. His head was starting to ache. His wrists were red and swollen. Some of the skin had broken. "Why can't people just leave me alone?" Marc spat and partially whined.

"Let me see your wrists." Lee demanded. He sounded like a worried parent. Marc held them for his older brother. Lee took them in his hands and began to inspect them.

"It's not that bad." Marc said. "They'll bruise, but that's it."

"Jerry, do you a first-aid kit?" Lee asked.

"Of course." Jerry rushed over to his desk and rushed back, handing Lee a small kit. Lee opened it up and grabbed a bottle.

"What's that? AH! Hey!" Marc protested as Lee sprayed his wrists with whatever was in that bottle.

"We've got to disinfect it, Marc. Now hold still." Lee demanded. Marc glared at his brother but obeyed.

"This is quite serious. Why were those men attempting to kidnap you?" Jerry questioned.

"Hell if I know." Marc grumbled.

"Do you think those guys had something to do with the break-in?" Tony asked. Jerry hummed in thought.

"They may very well have, but let's not jump to conclusions just yet, spies. We need to question the men first." Jerry said.

"Let me have a go at, I'll get them talking. No one goes after a Clark." Tony said, holding up a fist.

"That's quite alright, Tony, but I would prefer it if our experienced interrogators handled it instead." Tony deflated a bit at that comment. Lee finished wrapping up Marc's wrists and handed the kit to Jerry.

"Marc, you're officially not aloud out of our sight from here on out until we solve what's going on here." Marc narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"Great." Marc with annoyed malice. He just wanted to be left alone.

"How are we going to explain this to Mom and Dad?" Tony asked.

"How about we don't? They're already worried sick as it is." Marc said.

Megan gave him an incredulous look. "What? Don't you think they have the right to know that you almost got kidnapped?" She shot back.

"Okay," Marc said, raising an eyebrow "So how are you going to explain how you guys beat the kidnappers? Or why you didn't call the cops?" Marc asked. Megan noticeably slumped in defeat. Marc felt himself begin to spin. His body swayed a bit. Lee was instantly at his side.

"Marc, sit down." He obeyed without protest. He clothed his eyes and sunk in to the couch. His head was spinning like crazy.

"I am getting so sick of this concussion." He hissed.

"Jerry, is our house safe to go back to now? We need to get him home." Lee asked. Jerry began to tap on the keyboard on his desk.

"It seems so. You're parents are on their way home as well." Jerry said as he pulled up a screen, showing their parents in the van, heading home. "Do be careful spies. Take it easy, Marc." He said as they got Woohped back home.

"Today, if officially the worst day ever." Marc grumbled as he leaned on the side of Lee's bed. It was late at night now. The second the kids got back home, they shoved pills down Marc's throat and then forced him to lay down on the couch. When their parents got home, they said that Marc wasn't feeling well. Marc had to hide his bandaged wrists under a blanket. The Clark kids wouldn't let Marc out of their sight for the rest of the day. Now it was past bedtime. Everyone but Lee and Marc were asleep. Lee had decided it was best that Marc slept with him that night.

"Today did suck, didn't it?" Lee said. Marc let out a tired sigh as Lee sat down next to him.

"Why is my life so insane?" Marc complained.

"Because you're Marc. I mean, all four of our lives have been pretty insane as it was. Yours just got intensified." Lee said. Marc ran his hands through his hair and let out a frustrated growl.

"Yeah, okay, I can deal with juggling my spy and school life; I can handle that. What I can't handle is having a modeling career, being targeting for some unknown reason, and having to deal with Daniel on top of both my school and spy life! That's too much!" Marc ranted. Lee raised a concerned eyebrow at his younger brother.

"What, exactly, is going on between you and Daniel anyway?" He asked. All three of the other Clark kids had incredibly curious about Marc and his situation with Daniel, but had tried to avoid the subject around Marc, seeing as it only angered him. Marc's eyes narrowed, he glared daggers at the floor.

"Do we really have to talk about this?" Marc asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

"Marc, maybe you wouldn't be so stressed out if you just let us in. I know you don't want to talk about it, but we want to help." Lee said.

"I guess." Marc grumbled. Lee shifted himself so he was facing Marc.

"Look, we don't have to tell Megan and Tony. It will just be between you and me." Marc looked at his older brother, his facial expression showed that was still unsure about telling Lee.

"You swear you won't open your mouth to Megan and Tony?" Marc question.

"Scout's honor." Lee said as his right hand in a mock salute. Marc raised an eyebrow at him.

"Since when were you ever a scout?" He asked. Lee could hear the slight humor in Marc's tone.

"Aww, come on! Would you just tell me?" Lee said in a hushed yell. He didn't want to wake anyone. Marc sighed in defeat.

"Fine." Lee's eyes lit a kid in a candy store. He grabbed Marc by the arm and pulled him on to the bed. Lee climbed on himself and sat cross-legged in front of Marc. Mar followed suit and sat cross-legged as well.

"Alright, tell me. What's going on between you two?" Lee questioned. Mar shrugged.

"I don't even know anymore. I thought I hated him but he's kinda hard to hate. You already know he likes me. He's been trying to get me to like him back." Marc said.

"Do you?" Lee questioned. Marc blushed a little.

"What? No! Of course I don't like him." Marc said defensively.

"If you don't like him, then why are you blushing?" Lee asked.

"I'm not!" Marc shot back.

"Yes you are! You're getting all flustered." Lee said with a slight chuckle.

"No I'm not!" Marc's blush went a shade darker. Marc failed miserably as he tried to stop himself from blushing. Lee held his hands out in surrender.

"Alright, you don't have to get so defensive about it. But one question." Marc tried to get himself to relax.

"What?" He grumbled.

"You remember that one time when school was out from all the snow and we went out and had a snowball fight?" Marc nodded. Lee took that as a sign to continue. " And then Daniel showed up and you two got into that huge screaming match, what happened after Megan, Tony and I went inside?" Marc's face immediately went cherry red.

"Nothing happened." Marc said through clenched teeth. He really did not want Lee to know about that incident. Lee smirked at Marc's answer. He knew Marc was hiding something. Something big, and probably embarrassing.

"Oh really? If nothing happened, then why are you blushing?" Lee teased. Marc glared at his brother.

"Can we not talk about this?" Marc asked.

"Oh come on, spill! What happened?" Lee demanded.

"Nothing happened!" Marc spat. He was starting to get irritated.

"Something happened! What'd he do? What, did he kiss you?" Lee questioned. Marc felt his entire face go hot. He was blushing so bad, even his ears red. Lee's eyes widened at Marc's reaction. "Oh crap, he did!" Marc shook he head in denial.

"No, that's not what happened!" Marc said hurriedly. Lee was on his knees, bouncing a bit on the bed.

"He did! Don't try to deny it, Marc. I can tell. He kissed you!" Lee said in excitement as he pointed a finger at Marc.

Marc ran his hands through his as he tried to fight down his blush. "Okay okay, you win! I admit. He kissed me! You happy?" Marc confessed. Lee stopped bouncing and settled back in his spot.

"Yes" he said with a grin. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Lee teased.

"Wasn't so hard? Are you kidding? That jerk took my first kiss without my permission! But no, he just couldn't stop there, he had to go and take my second kiss too!" Marc ranted. "Jeez, that guy just drives me insane! I don't even know how to act around the guy anymore. Him and his smug grin and those stupid green eyes!" Lee was silent while Marc ranted. He was a bit confused. Second kiss?

"Whoa, wait. Second kiss? When was that?" Lee asked. Marc blinked in confusion. He didn't mean for Lee to hear that.

"Um…I guess it was earlier today." Marc said sheepishly. Honestly, his memory of it was a bit fuzzy, but he remembered most of it.

"While you were at his house?" Lee asked, raising an eyebrow. Marc nodded. "Did you make as big as a scene about it like you did the first one?" Marc rubbed the back of his neck and let a sigh.

"No, I didn't even do anything." Marc said. Lee gave the younger boy a confused frown.

"You didn't? I though you would've taken his head off. Why didn't you?" Lee asked.

"I was really tired when it happened. I was on the verge of passing out when he snuck it in. I was just too tired to react to it." Marc said admittedly.

"He caught you off guard." Lee said.

"Yeah, I guess." Marc grumbled.

"He really knows how to get under your skin, doesn't he?" Lee joked.

"That's exactly what he does. I swear he does I just to piss me off. That, and he has this stupid habit where he'll start speaking in Dutch to me. I swear he's insulting me or something." Marc ranted again. Lee laughed at him.

"Okay, that settles It." lee said, more to himself than Marc. The younger boy gave him a confused look.

"Settles what?" Marc asked. Lee grinned at him.

"I don't care what you say, I know you actually like him." Lee said with an all-knowing grin. Marc stared at him in astonishment.

"What! I do not!" Marc spat.

"Stop denying it, Marc. It's obvious that you do. Just earlier you were going on about his eyes." Marc went red. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lee.

"I do not like that pushy, stuck-up jerk!" Marc hissed. Lee laughed at him as he caught the pillow.

"Oh, sorry. You don't like him, you looove him!" Marc's face went an even deeper shade of red.

"Would you shut up, Lee!" Marc spat.

"Oh, so you don't deny it?" Lee asked. Marc tackled his brother. Lee laughed while he tried to pry Marc off of him.

"Shut up!"

It's the next chapter! Do please tell me what you think of it. This one is a bit longer than the other chapters. There's a lot going on, though. Poor Marc can never get a break. I also had Marc and Lee do some bonding time. Lee's my second favorite after Marc. Well, I think I'm done here. Just PLEASE REVIEW! The more you guys review, the more motivated I'll be to update. Your opinion and suggestions mean a lot to me. Okay, that's all for now. Until next time.