Author's note: The story is set pre-PD1 and Queen Clarisse is a widow.
~Hell's angel~
Joe woke up and cleared his eyes.
´Dios mio. What a dream.´
He made it for his bathroom where he saw his reflection grin at him.
´Dirty old man,´ he softly said, ´She would look great in it though...´
Taking a shower he relived the dream.
It started with the sound of feet, his feet, on gravel. It was his morning off on a cold January day. The sky was blue, almost as blue as her eyes. He didn't have to check his watch to know he had twenty minutes before his schedule started. Knowing that a camera in the garage was malfunctioning he decided to have a look.
Near the garage guards Vilais and Valais, who were a Siamese twin dressed in green dinner-jackets, were chatting. His unexpected appearance startled them.
´What are you doing here? Why are you not waiting in the hall for the Queen to arrive?´
´Her...´ Vilais started.
´Majesty...´ Valais added.
´Stop that. You tell me Valais!´
The twins shrugged.
´Us meet at garage.´
´What?´
´Ordered to her the,´ Vilais added.
´Oh, I see. Good.´
Joe was about to examine the camera when a big shiny motor cycle approached. The men praised the lines of the bike and the skills as well as the feminine figure of the rider. Joe didn't know of any woman working in the Castle to have her motor license. The price of the machine combined with the way the driver controlled the bike made it clear to him that colonel Frerer was coming toward them and he told the guards so.
The twins commented her figure unanimously: ´Yummy!´
Joe had to admit that the officer looked particularly good in her fashionable curve following motor suit. The colonel slowed down and stepped off her motor cycle. The twins gave her the thumbs up.
´Great...´
´Bike!´
They hopped inside the garage to wait for the Queen. Joe planned to follow them to greet Her Majesty on her arrival but first he wanted to congratulate the colonel on her purchase.
´That is a magnificent machine!´ he told her, ´And you master it as well as you master your battalion.´
He knelt down to study the front side of the motor. He heard the colonel place her helmet on the seat.
´Well thank you Joseph,´ the colonel said in the Queen's voice.
Joe laughed, looked up, said: ´Very funny co-´
´Although I never commanded a battalion, as you very well know.´
Joe jumped to his feet and tried to speak.
Her Majesty walked her brand new bike to the garage. One glorious curve revealing step followed the other. For miles.
Joe turned off the hot water.
OoOoOoO
In the Turkish corridor Joe met Charlotte. She yawned and he keenly asked her if she hadn't slept well.
´I can't recall having been awake a lot,´ the young woman said, ´I woke up tired though.´
´Maybe you had a dream?´
´Could be, but I can't recall it.´
´I remember my dream.´
If he told someone, he might get it out of his system. Charlotte surely wouldn't spread word. Without waiting for her to show an interest for what had happened while he'd been sleeping, Joe told her that in his dream the Queen of all people had bought herself a motor cycle and had, naturally, worn a motor suit.
Charlotte seemed lost for an answer.
´I know,´ Joe laughed, ´It's simply ridiculous. Vilais and Valais were a Siamese twin, and I didn't think that was strange either.´
Charlotte smiled and introduced a new topic: the weather.
When they had to go their separate ways, Joe to the security meeting room and Charlotte to the Queen's office, he asked her not to share his absurd dream. She nodded.
OoOoOoO
´Ma'am, I think I should tell you that Mr Romero had a dream last night about you buying a motor cycle.´
The Queen raised an eyebrow.
´A dream?´
Charlotte nodded.
´My my,´ Her Majesty continued, ´someone is in for a surprise.´
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Author's note: I wrote a sequel to Hell's angel named Hell's angel part 2.