Why hello!
Hehe, I'm SUPER sorry for not posting this sooner like I promised. I got busy with senior year. As a result, this fic is going to have an off and on updating schedule, so I apologize before hand for that. But thank you to everyone who read the first story, and although this one won't nearly compare, I hope you enjoy this one as well! A warning however: This first chapter is a little scatterbrained. It's going to take me a while to get back into the swing of this writing style. Sorry for the inconvenience!
Just to be clear, this is the sequel to Oh Yeah Totally Normal. However, it can be read as independent fic, although I don't recommend it. Anyways, enough of my blabber. I've kept you guys waiting all summer. Now, I present to you, Oh Yeah Totally Hormonal.
Enjoy ;)
"Spy is down, I repeat, Spy is down!"
"Ace you got the rear?"
"I always have the rear dimwit."
"Will you all shut-up?!" I scream into the microphone, my head pounding as I stare at the multiple monitors in front of me. I groan as I try to rub away my incoming headache, only succeeding in egging it on.
Perhaps I should introduce myself.
My name's Austin Moon. Yes, as in the Austin Moon, international superstar. And for those of you who haven't read of my previous adventures, I'm also one of the world's top spies. Not to brag or anything. At eighteen my crew and I started our own agency. Although, I injured myself when I was seventeen, so now I have a metal mutated leg thing that prevents me from doing most field work. I used to work for IMF, in fact, most of my family still does. You might've heard of my uncle, Ethan Hunt. He's my cousin's dad. My three cousins and I all used to work for IMF until we had a job eight years ago that went south. After that, we started our own company where we can play by our own rules.
Joella, Lauren, and Acacia are my three cousins, all a year younger than me. Our moms were all sisters. Joella has crazy blonde curls, a stunning figure, and can interrogate you inside out and backwards within five minutes. She's also partially blind due to a head trauma she recieved when she was sixteen, and she also occasionally has trouble relaying her thoughts because of it.
Lauren is ridiculously smart, as well as slightly anti-social. She was injured during the same job as Joella, her spinal cord severed completely. She's completely paralyzed from the waist down, although, being the stubborn twit she is, she can walk and stand for short periods of time using leg braces invented by Dez's father. She ended up marrying her old arch-nemesis Zach Goode. He used to work for MI6 before quitting and joining up with us, and together, they have two children. My adorable twin niece and nephew Eiley and Eton.
Zach's twin brother Sam is also part of my unruly gang. Like Zach, he used to be a trained assassin. But he ended up working with us in the end. I think he kinda has a thing for my cousin Acacia, but it's kinda hard to tell.
Acacia. You better not tell anyone, but she's my favourite cousin. Er, well, was. I don't really know anymore. Remember that job that went south eight years ago I told you about? Yeah, well it was also the job that everyone got injured on. Including myself. But no one was injured as bad as Acacia. Although she was hardly damaged physically, mentally she was ripped to shreds. She hasn't been the same since. She massacared dozens of men that day, as well as killed Zach and Sam's mom in front of Zach. She mentally lost it, and ever since has been an insitient killer.
Dez is my bestfriend. Always has been, always will be. When my cousins caught my hair on fire when I was seven, he was the one who brought the fire extinguisher. He was the one to give me his pants when my cousins ripped mine off with an umbrella when we were nine. And when I'm being a 'Stupid Dumbarse Idiot,' in the words of my cousins, he's the one to make sure I actually listen. He's a brilliant tech genius, even though his sense of style is somewhat lacking.
His girlfriend, Trish, is my wife's bestfriend. They hate each other. And I'm not even joking. The fact that they got together was even more mind boggling than the fact that Lauren married Zach. It's just- I'm not even going to think about it. It's weird. But they seem to truly care about eachother, so I'm not saying anything.
Thomas used to be an Interpol agent. But after he helped us out with our South-gone assignment, he technically was fired, although he'll tell you he quit. We have our differences, the main being that the guy's a chick magnet. I'm not complaining - I'm a married man, and even though I am, I have a killer fanbase. But it's kinda annoying how easily chicks flock to him. I think he and Joella have a thing, although it's confusing because at other times I think Joella and Elliot have a thing.
Elliot was a part of Ally's old crew of thieves. Pretty much, he's a super bored, very rich dude. He doesn't live with us on our ranch in Kansas like everyone else, but he still helps out when needed. I try not to bug him too much though - he recently started running his father's extremely wealthy company.
And so that leaves my wife. The gorgeous Ally Moon. I've known her for eight years (Again, the South-Gone job), but we've only been married for just over a year. We were pretty much at eachother's throats the first few weeks we knew eachother. Y'know, since she was trying to kill me, and I was trying to catch her. Anyways, stuff happened, and in the end, she ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me.
She's also an international popstar - even though we're both technically solo acts, we're pretty much always together when we perform. She's - or I guess was - the best thief there was. She used to steal everything, from precious stones to invaluable paintings. And then she targetted a certain Vermeer, and well, here we are.
I stand up in the dark room I'm in, banging into every piece of equipment as I try to get to the simulator room door. I swing it open as soon as my hand finds the knob, my other slamming the 'Off' button a tad harder than necesary. Immediately the lights come on, flooding the entire compound. I'm greeted by the sight of my crew in various states.
"Okay, can someone tell me what the hell you were all trying to accomplish?" My voice is betraying my frustration. They've been trying to get this simulated job done all afternoon, and each time they've failed miserably.
"It was most definitely Zach's fault," My cousin Lauren points from her wheelchair at her husband childishly. I swear, for someone who's twenty four, she acts like she can be four.
"I'm sorry," Zach snaps back at her, rolling his eyes in the progress. "Someone had to stay up with the kids last night, and as I recall you didn't exactly move after ten o'clock."
I face palm, my head hurting. "Lauren, you aren't even supposed to be in this part of the simulation. And I don't care who's fault it is. What I care about is that you're all running about like headless chickens."
"Well what do you expect?" Trish scoffs. "You put Dez in here, for crying outloud. There's a reason he's normally the one behind the computer screens!"
"Hey!" My bestfriend protests as he pouts at his girlfriend. Trish just rolls her eyes.
"No offense, Sweetie."
"You all are giving me an aneurism," Thomas groans, his head falling into his hands. "This is worse than that one job we did in Czechoslovakia."
"For the last time," I shout, my voice going raw. "I don't bloody care about Czechoslovakia!"
That calms them all down. I let out a sigh, my pent-up anger leaving me in one hot breath. I meet each one of their gazes levelly. "Look," I state. "You're all the best of the best. That's why our Agency is the most sought after. But it's not going to stay like that if we don't get our act together."
"Look, Austin," Zach's twin brother Sam sighs. "We get it. But why the sudden interest in this particular sim? We've never had a job that covered defense and offense."
My jaw clenches as I finally meet eyes with the woman standing in the back who hasn't said anything since I called the sim off. The woman who just so happens to be my wife. Her eyes give the silent nod of approval, so I run a hand through my blonde hair with another sigh of defeat.
"I got a call for another job. But I didn't want to accept it unless I knew we could handle it. It's not exactly the kind of job you want to fail at."
"It being?" Acacia prods monotonuously.
"I got a call from secret services. The President wants us for a job."
The onslaught of exclamations makes my ears ring and vision go blurry. This is why I didn't tell them.
"Alright, alright, calm down," I hold my hands up, and thankfully they all stop. "Now that you all know, what do you think? Are you up for it?"
To my surprise, I don't get any hasty yeses. After a moment, everyone nods. "Course. We'll run the sim again," Tommy nods rationally.
I finally smile. "Great. I'll go turn it on."
"Oh no you won't," Dez cuts me off. "You and Ally need to get going."
"Going where?" Ally frowns, just as confused as I am. Trish rolls her eyes.
"Did you two seriously forget already? You're performing at a concert tonight!"
My eyes go wide and so does Ally. "Oh gosh, I completely forgot," I flee the room, Ally hot on my tail. Thankfully, this isn't the first time this has happened (You sometimes get distracted when your other job requires you to save the world on a regular basis, okay?).
"Where was the concert again?" I ask as we run out to the back yard of the rancher where we have our airstrip. Sure enough, Joella's private jet is waiting for us, and we can see her spanish pilot already sitting in the cockpit waiting for us.
"L.A." She answers as we slid up the stairs and into the plane. One of the hostesses shuts the door, and I feel the plane vibrate to life as we strap ourselves down.
I've barely figured out the straps before I feel the plane jerk into motion. Out of habit I grab Ally's hand, but she doesn't say anything about it. Not since we were seventeen.
"So Austin," Ally starts as the plane starts to level off. She breaks me from my thoughts as I'm trying to remember the lyrics to one of my songs. "There's something we need to talk about."
I turn my full attention to her. "It was Joella I swear! She thought it'd be funny, she forced my hand!"
Ally raises an eyebrow at me. I wish I could say that behaviour such as that shocks her. Unfortunately, it doesn't even flap her. Says a lot about our relationship, yeah? Let's just say it's really good thing Ally loves me. "I don't even want to know. It's actually about us."
For the first time in a long time, blinding panic flares to life in me. I'm drowning, and I close my eyes, trying to push it away. My chest seizes, and my lungs gasp for air that's not there. Because it's happening. The one person who put me together again, is finally going to rip me apart.
"Hey, Austin, calm down," Ally's soothing voice reaches my ears, as she runs her hands constantly over my clenched fists. She places a kiss to my cheek, my breathing evening out ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, that was bad wording."
I crack my eyes open partially, trying to play it off as a joke. "You think?" My voice is heavy with my anxiety even as I try for a casual smile.
You see, my entire life I've never been able to live up to expectations. Don't get me wrong - I graduated from Oxford at fourteen. It's not that I'm not smart - cause I am. But even though my parents told me that they're fine with my decision to keep my mutilated leg and become a singer instead of the next super agent for IMF, I know I still did to some degree. My dad has never lost that clench in his jaw, and my mom still looks with longing at the record hall where every Moon in our family has their name - every Moon except me.
And then there's my cousins. My sole job in life was to protect them. To keep them safe. And look where it got them. Lauren is paralyzed, Joella is blind, and Acacia... is gone. I was the one in charge of the Op, the one in whom they trusted with their safety. And while they might not blame me, I still can't help but blame myself.
So, I suppose you could say I have issues. I naturally feel guilty around those I love most. And then Ally waltzed into my life. Beautiful, Caring, and most certainly deadly Ally Dawson. After her father died, I was the one to help her cope. I brought her back to reality. Me. All by myself. She's the one person I didn't fail, and as a result, I cling on to her. As pathetic as it sounds, if she leaves, then that'll mean I've failed everyone.
As my racing heartbeat falls, Ally wraps her arms around me and begins to hum. I recognize the song right away. It's one of our first songs, a cheesy one that I usually sing to her through the bathroom door. Timeless. I bury my face in her long brown hair - her natural colour. When we were young, she used to dye it multiple ways for multiple reasons - the main being covers for different cons. But in the past few months she's been just keeping it natural. I think it suits her much better.
"So what we're you going to-"
"Mr. and Mrs. Moon?" I'm cut off by one of the hostess's, gesturing to the back room. "I'm sorry to interrupt," She apologizes, "But you're stylists are insisting on seeing you."
I sigh, but nod. I turn to Ally as the hostess walks away, my eyes falling into her brown ones. I love the way the corver of her eyes have wrinkles, as weird as it is and as much as she hates it. When I first met her, Ally Dawson never smiled. Her skin was a smooth as porcelain. Ally Moon on the other hand, smiles constantly.
"Can it wait, or do you want to keep the stylists waiting?" I ask, half hoping she'll just tell me so I can get any doubts out of my system. But she simply smiles, reaching up and running her hand through my hair gently.
"It can wait," She says after a slight hesitation, her eyes lingering on mine, before she passionately leans forward and delivers a heated kiss. My mind is blown backwards as it always is, and I find myself panting for more when she pulls away too soon.
"What was that for?" MY voice is a lot huskier than it should be seeing that we're on my cousin's plane. She merely giggles before standing up and heading back to her styling section.
"I love you," She tosses back casually. I smile as I undo my seatbelt, going the other way.
"I love you too," I tell her as she disappears to get ready. With her smile lingering in my thoughts, I turn to my own stylists.
They take the entire flight, loading my hair with product, having me change into a variety of outfits - all with specially designed jeans to hide my leg. The public knows of it, just not how I exactly got it. And I prefer not to advertize it.
I don't even get to see Ally, as I'm ushered out of the plane and into a seperate car. Our manager feels it'd be better if we arrive seperately, for what reason I know not. The drive to the stadium is quick, and fans line the street screaming when they see me.
It turns into ablur. Sometimes I swear concerts are harder than jobs. But it's a good cover, as few would think of singers as spies. And it allows me easy excuse to be in certain countries, specifically the ones I'm banned in. (But that's a story for another time. A specific story including Thomas's father, all of Interpol, and a nasty car chase in Italy.)
Before I know it, I'm ushered back stage, everyone counting down for my big appearance. I catch Ally running towards me in the inverse outfit of mine. I'm wearing a black leather jacket and red shirt, she's wearing a red leather jacket and black shirt. Her hair has been curled into waves with several red extensions added to it, and her face has been done over in thick make-up. I smile when I meet her, seconds before we run on stage.
"You look smashing Mr. Moon," Ally smiles at me, one of her hands holding her microphone. I grin toothily back at her.
"As do you, Mrs. Moon. Trish is going to be jealous she didn't pick out your outfit," I joke. Ally rolls her eyes.
"Yes. Between her and Joella I'm pretty sure they could put Chanel, Gucci, and Prada out of buisness," Ally laughs, before stepping onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to her nose. She smiles as the crowd starts to cheer like crazy, before turning to run out. I catch her arm at the last second. She looks back at me with a question.
"What did you want to tell me earlier?" I have to pull her close so as to speak directly in her ear. She meets my eyes, before pressing her lips so that they brush against my ear.
"I'm pregnant," She smiles up at me.
And then she runs onto stage.