First, TS fic in a long time, of course this is the first time I'll ever post one, haha, anyway I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it. Please Review, it allows me to have motivation, since that's how I write for my friends. Let the mystery begin! ~Themyscira
Chapter 1: Run, Rosie, Run
~London, England - 11:24 pm
She was looking at her nails from the passenger side seat of the car, not caring what the man driving the SUV was doing, only that this was taking longer then necessary. The night around them was quiet and peaceful, it was a deep contrast with how she was right now, and how she had been for nearly eight years.
"You are driving too slowly," only a grunt was the woman's response, letting a lock of her flaming red hair be pushed back behind her ear. The woman was wearing only black jeans, a black t-shirt and cowboy boots, to most her appearance would be that of a normal twenty something. Her counterpart was the same yet his sandy blonde hair was cut short and his semi large build set him aside from her small frame.
"Shut it Rose, you have no idea how hard it is restraining myself from speeding," this only gave the girl a mischievous look downward and he only groaned.
"Not like that," his rose red cheeks amused her and she only swatted him in the bicep.
"You look very swarthy tonight by the way," he only turned to her and saw the love in her eyes, he then looked down to his attire and in the side mirror at his hair.
"How? I look the same?" this only made Rose roll her eyes and look back at the road.
"You really know how to damper a mood," her words bit at him, trying to please this girl was almost impossible for anyone.
"I love you Connor, so please try to at least see that," the man still looked at her, he saw the hurt in her face and regretted his idiocy.
"Rose, come on I didn't mean it..." he had gotten worked up and was now white knuckled and not looking at the road.
"Calm down Connor, it doesn't matter, all that matters is we get there before he catches up with us-" a loud explosion racked at their ears, a large hand pushed her out of the car and when Rose felt gravity leave her she could only clamp her eyes shut and hope for the best.
Pain was the next thing she felt, scratches and scraps ran up and down her arms and still she dared not open her eyes, the world had stopped moving and peeking out her heart clenched with fear. The van was near two hundred feet away, and she was lying on the sidewalk a well ways away from the burning wreckage. Looking around she did not see Connor any where, her instincts telling her to get up she scrambled to her feet, every inch of her body sore.
"Connor..." looking at the van it exploded, the night sky lighting up with the flames, looking closely by the vehicle the body of a man was seen staring at it, a glint of metal on what was his hand.
"No..." moving slowly away she saw the man whip around and only a small red light was directed at her.
Turning around she bolted, not caring about how her body hurt or anything, she needed to reach the meeting place that was around the corner. The alley ways were clear and the soft clicking of her boots the only thing sounding in the night, but behind her the metallic sound of one metal leg hitting the ground was echoing in her ears.
"You can't run from me!" his voice was deep and gruff but she continued on, Rose knew to not give up running, to continue forward and never stop until she got to the meeting place. This man couldn't get her there, not with her friends there and his programming wouldn't allow it.
"I can run for as long as I'm alive!" she shouted back to him when she was in front of a large warehouse, the night sky clear with stars twinkling, the moon was no where to be seen. They stood there for a minute until he finally relaxed his position and looked smugly at the girl.
"You will get caught, no matter how much you run or make sure we don't get you, they will find you and I will finally have you," his red eye glinted at her and she only stared him down. This man had been chasing her down for so many months, so many years, all for one mission that he has been dealing out for a long time.
"You will never have me, you will have to kill me to allow that," she growled and he took a step onto the sidewalk from the alley way. The man's anger was on edge, he knew not to take another step unless he wished to be nearly electrocuted.
"I have my orders and you have your instinct, you know in your heart that all this running is for nought," he laughed and this only made Rose boil with anger.
"Come on Rosie, you can't keep this up," he laughed and she snarled.
"Don't mock me Machine, and don't call me Rosie! You may have taken many, but you will never take me," she banged on the door, not daring to avert her eyes from the man's gaze.
"Rose?" the door opened behind her to a blonde with curly hair, her pale eyes looking at the redhead before her, then she saw the man on the other side of the street.
"Go home to your master, Puppet!" grabbing Rose's hand the blonde pulled her into the building.
"I am not a puppet," the man whispered to himself and turned and rocketed into the night sky only giving one last look at the wreckage he created, to stop and find the body to be sent back to WOOHP. Making a mental note to send his commander specific instructions to have some of his spies drag the girl out of hiding for him to complete his mission.
~Beverly Hills, California - 3:24 am
Sam woke up with a massive headache, rolling over on her bed she scowled at the nuisance that was her body. Every night she had been waking up at either 3 am or 4 am and it was driving her up a wall, with school exams and labs draining her mentally, her spy work was always draining her physically.
"So totally not cool," her body ached from the mission that her and her friends had just done the night before in Toronto, images of climbing up a tree only made her body ache more.
"I hate pine trees," rolling back over she sighed, awake and her brain on, she only got up and rolled out of bed. Looking under the mattress she pulled out a yoga mat, with the extra time before morning class it could clear her mind easily. Bending over once situated she only stared at her toes, Clover had been pestering her about the family reunion that Sam was having in the coming months in New York. With how Clover was, she wanted to come for quality shopping time with her two best friends, since she assumed Alex would be invited too.
"They don't get it..." luging out with her hands Sam began looking around the room.
It only made her decision worse, her father's family were comprised of moguls, people of business, entrepreneurs and professionals. Some of her mother's family were fashion photographers, some producers, even her mother was an executive for a movie company and even she was forced into some of her mother's endless projects.
"Of course I could take Clover and Alex, but... They would then see what problems my family has..." the mental debate nagged at the twenty two year old. She had the villa near the beach, she didn't live with her parents, and Alex and Clover were sleeping down the hall in their rooms.
"I don't want to go," it was the first time in about eight years that their family had even tried to have a reunion. Especially since her Aunt died no one had even heard from her mother's remaining ties to her sister, and her father and her mother's families were always close in both business and social society.
"I hate this," grumbling she stretched out more and looking at the clock she realized it was already 4:32 am, plenty of time for her to go on a run and shower.
"I think I might exercise too much," giving a laugh she put on running shoes and put up the large amount of red hair into a bun. Putting in headphones the music allowed her mind to quell the raging hurricane of thoughts.
Exiting the building she just ran, she would run like this on most mornings, and sometimes would even forget to limit herself to her neighborhood, finally then growing the smarts to set a timer on her iPod to allow time to return home. Noticing the black mercedes parked outside the house she shrugged it off as nothing. Sweaty and feeling well awake she entered the house again to talking, looking at the clock it was 6 am and Clover was sitting with Alex on the couch, this bewildered the redhead.
"You guys, why are you awake?" giving a small laugh the groggy girls pointed to the man she didn't realize was standing by the television.
"Dad?" the business man straightened his tie and his dark eyes looked at his daughter.
"Samantha, I was telling your friends that they are invited to the reunion," he gave a smile and Sam snapped.
"I don't want to go! Don't you get that Dad? I have classes and responsibilities here, and I don't want to expose Clover and Alex to the messed up family we are!" she huffed and got only half way up the stairs when she heard him.
"Samantha, you will go, no if, ands, or buts do you understand? You love your family just as much as I do, and I think it's high time to allow Clover and Alex meet your cousins," with eyes flaming Sam turned and stared at her father.
"I'm not some little girl anymore! You can't tell me what I choose to do when it concerns my actions!" Clover and Alex were taken aback by the sudden heat the room gained at the fight, and the anger that was behind her emerald eyes.
"They can come, but they will not meet my cousins, do you understand father," the sudden formality startled her two friends.
"Sammy? Are you alright?" Alex had gotten up and was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking between the parent and child he only nodded.
"I agree to your terms, you leave in three days," he gave one nod and curtly left, leaving Sam fuming and her two best friends really confused.
"Sam, you just got all, Amazon warrior queen on your own dad are you alright?" Clover stood by Alex and the redhead only sighed.
"Yeah, sorry about that, sometimes he irks me and I haven't been sleeping well," she smiled.
"But Sammy, why do you care so much about us not meeting someone from your family?" Alex and the blonde took the steps to stand by their friend.
"It's just, my family can be a bit weird, and some stuff has happened in my past that I don't really like talking about, and I haven't told you guys," this puzzled the two but the floor suddenly disappeared.
"JERRY!" yelling in frustration the three girls plummeted down the metal shoot, they screamed all the way to the fine red couch.
"Jerry, it's 6 am really?" Clover rubbed her arm after landing on it funky, all three girls griping about the early drop in.
"I'm sorry girls, I would just like to tell you of your new mission," he clicked a button on his desk and the three girls were completely changed in the flash of light.
"What is it Jerry?" Sam flipped a switch and Alex could only stare at the now professional attitude of her best friend. Even after the family feud she had witnessed not three minutes ago it still startled her.
"You are going on a man hunt," smiling the old british man held up a file, a plain manilla folder with a photo paper clipped to the outside.
"Who Jer, you only have us go after the super baddies, what makes this person so special?" Clover crossed her arms as Alex retrieved the file, but one look at the picture she got confused.
"Uh, Jerry, seriously? You want us to hunt someone who is standing not three feet away from you who is wearing green?" Alex looked back at their boss and Sam with Clover both gave Alex a confused look.
"Come on Jerry, this is totally not real," Clover had walked up and looked at the picture leaving the green clad spy to stand back by the couch as they looked at the small picture.
"No Alex, Clover it is not Sam we are after and this is real," this shocked the redhead.
"Who is it Jerry?" Sam quickly grabbed the folder away from Alex, giving a quick glance up at Jerry and her two friends she stared down at the picture. A shrill scream echoed through the building not three seconds later.
Hm. Well that's interesting. RXR Plz.
~Themyscira