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Cakes And Brownies (II)

"Saber! Saber, where are you?"

Kaldur huffed in exhaustion as he ventured further into the closed off boundaries of the beach. The others mentioned seeing the two women disappear this way, but he couldn't find any traces of them at all.

Every few minutes, he was swamped with rage at the fiasco that had taken place. He hadn't seen Jacqueline in over five years. They'd only been together a few times, but she'd become obsessed and insatiable. There was a time he feared he'd never get away from her. Just when he thought he finally had, he turned out to be so incredibly wrong.

Still, he refused to let go of everything he wanted with Saber for that crazy broad. If there remained a chance, he would fight, tooth and nail . . .

"Saber . . ." he whispered, finally collapsing to his knees and hanging his head. This was pointless. How could they have disappeared into thin air?

After a while, his head jolted up when he heard the sound of feet padding softly in the sand toward him. He swallowed hard at the sight of Scarlett's stone cold expression.

"Scarlett . . . I swear I didn't know," he pleaded. "You know I couldn't have known!"

"Oh, save it, you asshole," she barked. He clamped his mouth shut angrily, and after a few moments of glaring at each other, she huffed with a roll of her eyes.

She extended her hand to him, and he took it hesitantly before she dragged him to his feet.

"Of course you didn't know, but you just stood there and let that bitch make a douchebag out of you!" she spat, punching him so hard, his eyes bulged.  He was unable to vocalize his pain as she narrowed her eyes on him. "I had such high hopes for you, Kaldur."

"And you were right to," he said, rubbing his face roughly. "I'm crazy about Saber."

"You slept with her older twin sister," she cringed. "I'm sorry, but I don't think there's any coming back from that."

"Just tell me where she is, damn it!"

"Hey. It's your funeral," she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder and walking off.

He looked towards the rock formations before him, noticing they stood like a wall between him and the next half of the beach. With a few deep, calming breaths, he walked towards them and rounded their bend.

There she was.

Knees in the sand as the waves gently washed against her. She held a gorgeous, perfectly formed conch shell to her ear, listening to the serene sounds of the ocean.

He slowly approached, trying hard as hell not to disturb her, but she noticed him. He froze in his tracks as she silently set the shell beside her, her face unnervingly blank as her intense green eyes stared at him.

"Saber . . . come back," he said gently. Her lips thinned, but she made no other move. "This is not the way I wanted this day to be for us. Words won't express how sorry I am, so please . . . let me make it up to you."

She stared at him for a few moments longer, right up until he lost all nerve, before she chuckled mirthlessly and gazed out at the sparkling water.

"There's nothing to make up. It isn't your fault," she said, her voice completely dejected. "What are the odds of your mistress showing up, right at the moment I expose myself to you. What are the odds that mistress is my sister?"

He couldn't deny that punch hurt 10x worse than Scarlett's physical one, but he refused to let her run him off.

"Jacqueline is not my mistress," he said fiercely, stepping closer. "What we did was years ago, and I swear, I've regretted it ever since."