A/N: I'M BACK! Okay, okay, I know. I said I wasn't going to write a sequel
to "Secrets Revealed." But you know what? I lied. Okay, actually, I just
got this idea as I was standing outside enjoying the rare fine weather. I
thought y'all might like the return of a certain character, since you
people made such a fuss over what happened to him in "Secrets Revealed."
Anyway, the Agency is back. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mediator. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Chapter 1
Have you ever had one of those days when nothing seems to be going at all like you wanted it to?
Well, this wasn't one of those days. I woken up this morning in Jesse's arms-a place, I might add, that I found very nice. Then when I got to school, everything just seemed to be going just fine. Even Father Dominic didn't lecture me quite as much as he usually does.
And then school let out for the day, and everything just went downhill.
It was just as I was striding across the front lawn of the school that I heard someone call out to me. "Mrs. De Silva, I presume," a voice I knew very well said from behind me.
I froze. There's only one person-aside from Father Dom-who knows that I'd married Jesse. Only one, and he just happened to be dead.
I turned and stared at him. "Derek?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was around to hear me. I walked closer until I was right up against the outer adobe walls of the school. "What are you doing here?"
Derek shrugged. "I'm here on business." I raised my eyebrows at that. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to know what he meant by "business."
I wasn't too thrilled about seeing Derek right then. For the past few months since his death, I'd been trying to forget the fact that he was dead because of me. I mean, of course, Detective Arnold had been the one to shoot him, but he wouldn't have done it if Derek wasn't trying to protect me.
That fact didn't exactly sit well with me.
So, that's why I sounded a little weary as I asked, "What business?"
"The Agency is back," Derek said, though he wouldn't quite meet my gaze.
"What do you mean it's back?" I demanded. "I thought we got rid of the Agency."
Derek sighed, shaking his head. "Not quite. We destroyed their building, and that's really all." He bit his lip. "They still want us-or rather, you; they don't really have a use for me anymore."
Something in the way he said that last part made me suspicious. I narrowed my eyes at Derek. He still wasn't meeting my gaze. I'm not sure what exactly made me realize it, but suddenly the truth dawned on me. "You're working for them, aren't you?"
He shot me a look. "It's not my choice. I'm still a prisoner of the Agency, whether I like it or not." He ran his hand through his dark hair. "Look, I'm obligated to tell you that the Agency wants you back. They're not going to take no for an answer." He looked like he genuinely hated having to tell me this.
I knew that he was right about one thing-the Agency certainly wasn't going to take no for an answer. I knew from experience how they got their agents to cooperate. So, of course, I couldn't very well say no.
Besides, someone had to save Derek, didn't they?
So, I said yes. Okay, don't start with me. I know that I was probably doing a very stupid thing. But you know what? I owed Derek that much.
So, after I agreed, Derek went, "We'll be in touch," and then he was gone.
To say the encounter was a strange one would be a horrible understatement.
***
A/N: Okay, now we get to see the hormonal (is that even a word?) side of Jesse de Silva. Come now, we all knew there had to be one, right? He is only human. And a guy, to boot. So, please enjoy this rare moment.
***
By the time I got home, the house was empty. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. When I was inside, I locked the door behind me.
Before I got a chance to turn around, large, muscular arms encircled my waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Jesse!" I turned around, hitting him lightly on his broad chest.
Jesse grinned down at me, then dropped a light kiss on my mouth. Then he continued place light kisses down along my jaw and then my throat. "How was school?" he murmured against my neck.
I almost wanted to laugh-except, of course, that I couldn't. Married or not, Jesse's touch still made my knees go weak-Jesse, despite being dead, had more hormones than any live guy I've ever known.
"Jesse," I said, pushing lightly at his chest. "Not now, okay?"
In response, Jesse took my hand and moved it downward so I could really know how he was feeling right then. "I think that now would be a very good time," he said, smiling.
Well, what could I say to that? Not that I complained when he picked me up and carried me to the bed and then set me down on it. Nor did I complain when he discarded his clothes and climbed in with me.
I certainly wasn't complaining for the next few hours, let me tell you.
However, it was at that moment, when I was laying in bed with Jesse's arm draped over me, that I remembered to mention my conversation with Derek.
That's because just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a very familiar voice said, "Well, isn't this a nice picture?"
***
Is it just me or did this chapter move to fast? Ah, well, it'll slow down soon enough, I guess. But tell me, don't you love the naked Jesse?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mediator. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Chapter 1
Have you ever had one of those days when nothing seems to be going at all like you wanted it to?
Well, this wasn't one of those days. I woken up this morning in Jesse's arms-a place, I might add, that I found very nice. Then when I got to school, everything just seemed to be going just fine. Even Father Dominic didn't lecture me quite as much as he usually does.
And then school let out for the day, and everything just went downhill.
It was just as I was striding across the front lawn of the school that I heard someone call out to me. "Mrs. De Silva, I presume," a voice I knew very well said from behind me.
I froze. There's only one person-aside from Father Dom-who knows that I'd married Jesse. Only one, and he just happened to be dead.
I turned and stared at him. "Derek?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was around to hear me. I walked closer until I was right up against the outer adobe walls of the school. "What are you doing here?"
Derek shrugged. "I'm here on business." I raised my eyebrows at that. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to know what he meant by "business."
I wasn't too thrilled about seeing Derek right then. For the past few months since his death, I'd been trying to forget the fact that he was dead because of me. I mean, of course, Detective Arnold had been the one to shoot him, but he wouldn't have done it if Derek wasn't trying to protect me.
That fact didn't exactly sit well with me.
So, that's why I sounded a little weary as I asked, "What business?"
"The Agency is back," Derek said, though he wouldn't quite meet my gaze.
"What do you mean it's back?" I demanded. "I thought we got rid of the Agency."
Derek sighed, shaking his head. "Not quite. We destroyed their building, and that's really all." He bit his lip. "They still want us-or rather, you; they don't really have a use for me anymore."
Something in the way he said that last part made me suspicious. I narrowed my eyes at Derek. He still wasn't meeting my gaze. I'm not sure what exactly made me realize it, but suddenly the truth dawned on me. "You're working for them, aren't you?"
He shot me a look. "It's not my choice. I'm still a prisoner of the Agency, whether I like it or not." He ran his hand through his dark hair. "Look, I'm obligated to tell you that the Agency wants you back. They're not going to take no for an answer." He looked like he genuinely hated having to tell me this.
I knew that he was right about one thing-the Agency certainly wasn't going to take no for an answer. I knew from experience how they got their agents to cooperate. So, of course, I couldn't very well say no.
Besides, someone had to save Derek, didn't they?
So, I said yes. Okay, don't start with me. I know that I was probably doing a very stupid thing. But you know what? I owed Derek that much.
So, after I agreed, Derek went, "We'll be in touch," and then he was gone.
To say the encounter was a strange one would be a horrible understatement.
***
A/N: Okay, now we get to see the hormonal (is that even a word?) side of Jesse de Silva. Come now, we all knew there had to be one, right? He is only human. And a guy, to boot. So, please enjoy this rare moment.
***
By the time I got home, the house was empty. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. When I was inside, I locked the door behind me.
Before I got a chance to turn around, large, muscular arms encircled my waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Jesse!" I turned around, hitting him lightly on his broad chest.
Jesse grinned down at me, then dropped a light kiss on my mouth. Then he continued place light kisses down along my jaw and then my throat. "How was school?" he murmured against my neck.
I almost wanted to laugh-except, of course, that I couldn't. Married or not, Jesse's touch still made my knees go weak-Jesse, despite being dead, had more hormones than any live guy I've ever known.
"Jesse," I said, pushing lightly at his chest. "Not now, okay?"
In response, Jesse took my hand and moved it downward so I could really know how he was feeling right then. "I think that now would be a very good time," he said, smiling.
Well, what could I say to that? Not that I complained when he picked me up and carried me to the bed and then set me down on it. Nor did I complain when he discarded his clothes and climbed in with me.
I certainly wasn't complaining for the next few hours, let me tell you.
However, it was at that moment, when I was laying in bed with Jesse's arm draped over me, that I remembered to mention my conversation with Derek.
That's because just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a very familiar voice said, "Well, isn't this a nice picture?"
***
Is it just me or did this chapter move to fast? Ah, well, it'll slow down soon enough, I guess. But tell me, don't you love the naked Jesse?
