Good day to you all. You wonderful people get to enjoy the fruits of an angry/sad/ill tree. I use writing to get things out of my system. In fact most of my stories were written or started at times when I was going through some really dark times.

Anyhow, I remembered a snippet I sent to PeggsterLover on Tumblr a while back. She had mentioned on a picture, of Simon Pegg backstage on Doctor Who, how she'd love to see it incorporated in a story. Of course my plot bunny (lovingly named Buh) came up with a few ideas and I sent the best to her.

Here is the full story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mission Impossible or anything else mentioned.

Waiting To Awake

He frequently practiced patience. His mother had told him that having the patience of a saint was hard to attaché but when you did the world would seem brighter. When he was younger the world seemed to be so bright. The tree he planted would never be tampered with, his parents would be there for him no matter what, and his friends would be his friends forever.

But he was naïve to think nothing bad would happen.

His tree was knocked down along with the house he had grown up in when developers brought his families land. Soon after his mother's death his father passed away from a broken heart. He'd only a handful of friends left, four to be précis, some of his old friends would call to catch up and they'd arrange to meet but something would come up.

But he tried to be patience for most things. He had patiently waited for an opening with IMF, waiting to become a field agent and to find the answers they looked for. But at times he felt as though what his mother had told him was a lie.

With the job they had it was harder and harder each day to see any light in the world. The terrible things people did to each other, sometimes even their family, for money, power, to gain an advantage over another. Sometimes he was sickened by what they could do. Sometimes he was sickened by what he had to do.

When he thought about the things that had done in the past, the horrible things that he had done in the past, his mother's voice would speak to him saying, "Benjamin Dunn what have you become?"

Standing in this freezing room he couldn't help but think this was the way the world was making him pay. For the choices that he's made, for the mistakes, for fooling himself he was doing the right thing when in fact…

He looked down at his hands and breathed in shock, they had almost turned completely white in colour. He felt like the temperature in the refrigerator was rising but the scientist in him was yelling that that was a bad sign.

He was pretty sure that ice was forming on his beard. He had gone undercover as an investor looking for shares in the food market. Their mark Steven Dams, the owner of a company who was distributing contaminated food products that had resulted in thus far seven deaths, was running an open evening for possible investors. So Benji was sent in undercover because he looked smart and knew the jargon, to put it in Brandt's words.

He had a month to plan for the role he had to play for hopefully only one week. He had grown a beard trying to change him to look someone he wasn't. He didn't want to look too much like himself. When he was in the lab and had worked with the undercover agents he had noticed them slowly change over time into the character they were playing. He wanted to make the person he was becoming, for however long a time he was, different from himself.

Because he was going undercover, without a mask, Jane would be working behind his computer. He had taught her some basic skills he knew she may need. Brandt was leading the mission, coming up with all the plans since he had indepth knowledge of how the company worked, while Ethan helped out in any way he could mostly watching look out for Benji.

"Benji!" Ethan yelled as he jumped down another set of stairs. "We're coming for you."

"Oh…ka…" he stuttered pulling his tight black suit jacket closer to his chest. "Na.. ger…ing an…ew…ear.." his words were becoming more slurred and broken. He needed out of her and soon.

He should have seen the moment things started to fall apart. Steven had lead him down here under the assumption he was being shown some of the company's products. He must have been knocked out because he awoke in this freezing space with a splitting headache.

He breathed out, seeing his breath in the sub-zero atmosphere, he leaned against the walls and allowed gravity to pull him down. He couldn't stand standing anymore. He wanted to sleep.

He closed his eyes.

He wasn't aware of Ethan and Brandt pulling the door open or dragging him out of the room.

End of Part One

PS. This is what happens when I'm ill.

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