I don't own Yassen, Blunt, or SCORPIA. but i do own the O/C's! And i know that i normally finish a fic before starting another, but hey... anyway, Enjoy! and please R&R! D
I opened my eyes. Something was different, but it took me a moment or two to work out what it was. Then I realised and looked down. A pair of unfamiliar arms, one of them marked by a long scar, was wrapped around my body and I froze. The events of the night before filtered back into my mind. How drunk had I been?
The man beside me stirred and lifted his head. He didn't seem surprised to find himself next to me and even gave me a sleepy smile. I tried to return it, but couldn't. I sighed and stood up, pulling the duvet with me. The man on the bed threw himself out of sight, crashing to the floor in an ungainly heap.
At least he was better looking than some of the guys I'd woken up with, I thought as I walked into the bathroom across the hall. He was slim and pale; his hair was so blonde it was almost white. And his eyes…they seemed to hold you down. I shook my head to clear it and stepped into the shower.
Over the rushing water, I heard to front door open and close. Part of me wanted to go and call him back, at least ask for his name, but a larger part realised that I was late for work already and I let him go. When I came out of the shower, there was a scrap of paper on my pillow.
I picked it up and glanced at it. Thanks. YG. I gave a snort of laughter. Thanks? The piece of paper went into the bin as I passed it to get to my wardrobe.
Ten minutes, and several outfits later, I closed the door behind me and ran barefoot down the pavement, my high-heels swinging from my hand. I slipped them on as I entered the office and walked in with what I hoped, was the air of someone who'd come in early, but had been delayed by someone important.
It didn't work. As I crept past my boss's door, he came rushing out into the corridor and grabbed my arm.
"Where the hell have you been? No don't answer that, I don't want to hear another excuse. Mr. Blunt has come from London, they have a job for you." He scarcely paused for breath as he dragged me into his cramped office. Sure enough, Alan Blunt, MI6's second in command was sitting at the desk.
I'd met him once before, but was again struck by how dull he was. He was entirely grey, a fact that was only emphasized by his grey suit. I shook his hand quickly and then sat down in the chair he gestured to.
"Good morning." He said eventually, his English was perfect, he sounded like a news reporter. I didn't reply, just sat there looking expectant. It put people off like nothing else and I just couldn't resist.
"Yes… well, anyway, where was I… we have a job for you, Kerryn." I sat up at that; no one of higher rank ever called me by my first name when I was at work. This must be urgent. "There's a reasonably new organisation, SCORPIA, they get their name from their main areas of work, Sabotage, Corruption, Intelligence and Assassination.
"They're getting to be too big and ruthless for us to leave them alone, which is where you come in." I cut across him before he could finish.
"You want me to go undercover and join them?" Blunt nodded seriously. I grinned. I had been longing for another mission for ages. My smile soon faded as Blunt explained about SCORPIA, they were definitely dangerous. Their main area at the moment was assassination and they had a huge group of fully trained assassins. That was why I had to go in, to find out names and planned killings.
By the time he'd finished, Blunt's voice was hoarse from speaking for so long. There was a knock on the door and a guard came in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Blunt, There car's here for you."
"Thank you, Winters, I'll be out in a minute." The man saluted and left, closing the door behind him. "You'll have to come down to London in a week or so to be briefed officially. I'll get a message to you about when you should come down." I nodded and Blunt left the room.
I followed a few seconds later, automatically looking the pair of guards over. One of them flashed me a smile before returning his gaze to the door.
I turned away and slowly climbed the steps up to my tiny shared office. To my office mates and myself, it was known as the weird name room. My name's Kerryn, the other woman is Destiny and the only guy is Blayze.
Today though, only Blayze was in, tapping away on his laptop. He glanced up as I came in and I settled down into the seat next to him.
"What're you doing today then?" I asked.
"I'm writing up a report on the Mafia. How come you're so late?" I smiled, leaning in closer.
"I've got another mission." I said excitedly. Blayze turned to me incredulously.
"How'd you manage that?" he asked. My grin widened and I shrugged.
"I guess I got lucky." I said lightly. Blayze shoved me across the room on my swivel chair. I laughed and stood up. "I don't have anything to do; I might go down and see if I can find Hazel. But I don't think anyone would mind if I went home. I'm feeling a bit sick." Blayze laughed long and hard.
"Hung over more likely. How much did you drink last night?" he gasped finally.
"I didn't drink that much. Well…I might have had a bit more than normal." I said, struggling not to laugh as he raised an eyebrow sardonically. "Alright, I got pissed. Happy now?" Blayze shook his head and turned back to his laptop, chuckling quietly.
I rolled my eyes and left. A few minutes later I was walking home again, there had been nothing for me to do and I really did feel hung over.
My tiny house was quiet, off of the main road. It gave me a fabulous view out over Skiddaw and Latrigg. I sat on my bed for a while and read a few pages of my book. I couldn't get into it though and soon gave up. I decided to go out for a walk and laced up my heavy walking boots.
I didn't really plan my walk, just followed where my feet took me. My mind was whirling with anticipation of my mission and by the time I shook myself out of it, I was halfway up Skiddaw. It was my favourite walk and I continued up. Despite having done it hundreds of times before, I still felt the same thrill when I reached the summit.
The sun was beginning to set by the time I reached it and I sat down on a low wall of stones to watch as the lake below was set on fire and the distant hill turned from green to black.
"You shouldn't be up here alone, it'll be dark soon." I twisted around as I heard the voice. It was familiar and a second later, I knew why. It was the man I had woken up with that morning, the one who signed himself YG.
"So why are you up here then?" I challenged. The man laughed and held up his hands.
"You got me there. It's nice up here, isn't it?" I nodded warily. His brow creased slightly and he looked a little perplexed. I gulped in a few deep breaths of air and tried to relax.
"Yeah, it is. Very nice." He smiled and sat down beside me, but not too close. The memory of that morning was still a bit too fresh in our minds. "So what's your name? YG isn't much to go on." He laughed, thought a little awkwardly.
"My name's Yassen." He said. For the first time I picked up his Russian accent, it became more marked when he said his name.
"Just Yassen? No surname?"
"Not one that you need to know." He said shortly, standing up. "Anyway, I've got to go. I would say see you around, but it's probably best if I don't." he walked off, quickly fading into a silhouette. I swore harshly and saw him look back. I could picture the smug grin on his face.