I Just Made You Say Underwear
By Invisible Trinity
Warning: Contains spoilers from "Enemy of My Enemy" and "The New Stuff." Also makes references to previous fics: "Love At First Sound," "I Smell A Rat," and "All You Need is Love?"
Disclaimer: All episodes and characters, with the exception of Lillianne, Violette, Ray, and Avon, are property Sci-Fi. *Shakes fist madly* If only I-Man were ours!!!! Also, the title is a lyric from the BNL song "Pinch Me." I don't own that at all.
Note: This fic is dedicated to all my fellow VVSBers and is really just for fun. I'm not responsible for anyone ending up in Naughtyville. ~_^
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Eberts walked through the Agency with a large stack of papers in his arms. Today was going to be a busy day. A lot had happened in the past few months. Arnaud was visible again and had escaped the Agency. Darien no longer had the quicksilver madness, left and then came back. Claire had transferred back from the CDC and Hobbes.was always there. Everything had been completely topsy-turvy. He walked by the room where Lillianne lay in a coma, still. He sighed. She had been such a nice person. and she had kissed him. Eberts shook his head. There was no way she was attracted to him. After all, it was clear she favored Darien over anyone else. Eberts continued down the hallway passing the Archives when he stopped mid-step. He looked in through the frosted glass and saw a figure standing there, apparently looking over some files in a cabinet. Appalled, Eberts went in to find a woman standing over the file cabinet. Taken slightly aback, Eberts cleared his throat. "No one, but authorized personnel are allowed in. this.-," Eberts trailed off. The woman's beauty completely mesmerized him. She was fairly petite with fair skin and bright red hair. She wore a black dress suit and black brimmed glasses. She nudged them up her nose as she looked through the cabinet. She had the greenest eyes Eberts had ever seen. The woman looked up startled and straightened up. "Oh, I am authorized," she said pulling out a badge. "I was just hired here recently.. My name is Avon. Avon Stratford." Eberts looked at her badge. Sure enough, she had a badge for the Agency. "Oh, well." he struggled to find the words, "My name is Eberts.I mean.Albert.. Albert Eberts.. Um, you still shouldn't be in here, Ms. Stratford." "Oh, please call me Avon.I didn't mean to trespass.I just smelled the toner and was drawn in." Eberts heart skipped a beat. "And then," she continued, "I saw that these papers were mixed together and.who would put the mint with the pink with the buff? I mean.how could I help it?" "Well, you can touch my drawers any day," Eberts said in a daze. "What?" Avon said, caught off guard. Eberts stopped breathing. Gathering his wits, he inhaled deeply. "I mean..Ah, yes, that would be Agent Hobbes' doing.Well, thank you for sorting all this out, but I think it best that we leave." "Ah, yes," she said pleasantly, "that would be the proper thing to do.Mr. Eberts, did you say? I do believe I was assigned to help you organize the Agency a bit more." "Please, call me Albert." Eberts said with a smile. He offered his hand. She took it. Eberts felt a slight tingle in his hand. This woman was absolutely stunning. No one had ever sounded like her before.she sounded like him. Eberts and Avon walked down the hall together.
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Warning: Contains spoilers from "Enemy of My Enemy" and "The New Stuff." Also makes references to previous fics: "Love At First Sound," "I Smell A Rat," and "All You Need is Love?"
Disclaimer: All episodes and characters, with the exception of Lillianne, Violette, Ray, and Avon, are property Sci-Fi. *Shakes fist madly* If only I-Man were ours!!!! Also, the title is a lyric from the BNL song "Pinch Me." I don't own that at all.
Note: This fic is dedicated to all my fellow VVSBers and is really just for fun. I'm not responsible for anyone ending up in Naughtyville. ~_^
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Eberts walked through the Agency with a large stack of papers in his arms. Today was going to be a busy day. A lot had happened in the past few months. Arnaud was visible again and had escaped the Agency. Darien no longer had the quicksilver madness, left and then came back. Claire had transferred back from the CDC and Hobbes.was always there. Everything had been completely topsy-turvy. He walked by the room where Lillianne lay in a coma, still. He sighed. She had been such a nice person. and she had kissed him. Eberts shook his head. There was no way she was attracted to him. After all, it was clear she favored Darien over anyone else. Eberts continued down the hallway passing the Archives when he stopped mid-step. He looked in through the frosted glass and saw a figure standing there, apparently looking over some files in a cabinet. Appalled, Eberts went in to find a woman standing over the file cabinet. Taken slightly aback, Eberts cleared his throat. "No one, but authorized personnel are allowed in. this.-," Eberts trailed off. The woman's beauty completely mesmerized him. She was fairly petite with fair skin and bright red hair. She wore a black dress suit and black brimmed glasses. She nudged them up her nose as she looked through the cabinet. She had the greenest eyes Eberts had ever seen. The woman looked up startled and straightened up. "Oh, I am authorized," she said pulling out a badge. "I was just hired here recently.. My name is Avon. Avon Stratford." Eberts looked at her badge. Sure enough, she had a badge for the Agency. "Oh, well." he struggled to find the words, "My name is Eberts.I mean.Albert.. Albert Eberts.. Um, you still shouldn't be in here, Ms. Stratford." "Oh, please call me Avon.I didn't mean to trespass.I just smelled the toner and was drawn in." Eberts heart skipped a beat. "And then," she continued, "I saw that these papers were mixed together and.who would put the mint with the pink with the buff? I mean.how could I help it?" "Well, you can touch my drawers any day," Eberts said in a daze. "What?" Avon said, caught off guard. Eberts stopped breathing. Gathering his wits, he inhaled deeply. "I mean..Ah, yes, that would be Agent Hobbes' doing.Well, thank you for sorting all this out, but I think it best that we leave." "Ah, yes," she said pleasantly, "that would be the proper thing to do.Mr. Eberts, did you say? I do believe I was assigned to help you organize the Agency a bit more." "Please, call me Albert." Eberts said with a smile. He offered his hand. She took it. Eberts felt a slight tingle in his hand. This woman was absolutely stunning. No one had ever sounded like her before.she sounded like him. Eberts and Avon walked down the hall together.
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