See if I Care!

To See Through You

A/N: first; thank you for the comments since last chapter, it was really great! Also extra thank you to those who pointed out that I wrote "Jake" instead of "Lance" at one point, it's now fixed, sorry! Those who know me personally would know that it's a miracle that I can remember four people's names, so it might happen again… ;)

To those asking for smut: well the last story you had to wait until the last chapter… ;) here will be SOME 'on screen' stuff, of course there will, just don't expect too much too soon, kay?

This chapter is late (well, it's still Friday, so it's not TECHNICALLY late, it's just later than I thought it would be) because I've had some family trouble and therefore forgot what day it was! I also forgot to remind my beta, so this chapter is FLASH EDITED by Baruga and myself in literally minutes, and just as that was done my beta (TheCookieMonster) sent her edits as well, so there has been a lot of work with this chapter although all of it hasty… ;)

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Chapter 3: To See Through You

Lance woke up to an annoying and unfamiliar alarm buzzing. He blearily opened his eyes, still a tiny bit hung over, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep by a long shot. It seemed, however, that he had gotten lucky. The woman, whose head was butted up against his jaw and whose arm was draped across his chest under the comforter, had long, red hair.

Sweet. Redheads were known for being wild in bed, right? The problem was that he couldn't quite remember any of it.

"Please make that fucking racket stop!" his lovely lady growled, not very ladylike at all. It wasn't until O'Connor's stubbly, squinty-eyed face was turned up towards him, however, that all the pieces of the puzzle came together for Lance. Or… most of them.

"Morning love," the redhead grinned.

"Oh, fuck."

"Don't think we have time."

"Did we…? We didn't? Did we? No? Right?"

"Of course not, I was asleep before I hit the mattress… unless you had fun on your own, but in that case I'm not feelin' it," the programmer said and more or less rolled out of bed to look for his jeans on the floor. Lance saw his own trousers there too and discovered that he was only wearing his boxers. Well. At least he wasn't naked. Once the redhead found his trousers, he fished out his phone from one of their pockets and turned the alarm off. "This fucker has like five percent battery left… why didn't it just die and let us sleep?"

"Oh, have mercy, I have to get to work!" Lance suddenly realized, his whole being instantly revolting against the idea. "I soooo don't want to go to work."

"Sick day?" O'Connor suggested with a grin.

"Yeeees!"

"No, dammit!" The man slapped his own forehead as he remembered. "I have the meeting with Mark!"

"He can't see if you're missing."

"Funny man. I have to get dressed. Which means you have to get dressed, because I'm not leaving you here with all my games, you'll rob me blinder than a certain blond."

"There's no trust in the world anymore," Lance sighed and sat up. He knew that he naturally had to leave, although he also knew that O'Connor didn't think he'd steal from him… he just couldn't stay in the guy's apartment, of course. It wasn't like they were that close. They had just slept together. He still didn't want to go to work, though, and got an idea. "Hey, can't you just do the phone conference thing? We're hooked up in the office, Mark does them all the time."