A/N: Hi! This is youkaineko, and this is my first Cory in the House fic (and one of my first in general). I wrote it for my sister, milapa, who wanted a fanfiction about Stickler. Sooo....this is what I came up with. Sorry for the short chapter(s)...
Enjoy! :D
Jason Stickler; son of and Elroy and Suzanne Stickler, CIA agent 001 and stay at home mom/former nurse. Only child. Living in Washington D.C where his father is THE top CIA agent. Currently attends Washington Preporatory High School and is self-training to be an agent like his father.
At the moment, however, Jason is sitting in his U.S. History class, boredly staring out of the window devising ways to convince Meena Paroom to quit hanging out with that Cory Baxter and Newt Livingston and pay more attention to him. Just as it looked as though she was about to glance back at him, the bell rang, and she whipped her long hair forward to resume some previous conversation with her 'friends'. Jason sneered at them and angrily walked home. He was in a particularly bad mood today, as his parents had gone out of town on some non-spy related non-mission (to visit some aunt or something) and deemed him still too young to stay on his own for an extended period. In other words, he was stuck with a babysitter.
When Jason got home, he found a black box sitting on his front steps. Nothing special, just a solid black box. Picking it up, he first listened to hear if there was any sort of timed explosive within (living with a spy for a father, one could never be TOO careful). Satisfied that there was no immediate danger, he began searching for a name. Any indication as to whom it was for or from. Finding none, he slipped the box into his school bag and made his way upstairs to his bedroom, almost making it without alerting his babysit--, no not babysitter. His...'hired help', Mrs. Moore. She stopped him on the way into his room to ask all the inane questions about school and lunch and if he was hungry or had homework. ("No, thank you. Yes, I'm doing it now.") He finally made it into his room and was able to more thouroughly examine the box. Upon further examination, he noticed that the box was equipped with lid latched on by a simple metal hook. He flipped the hook and opened the lid slowly. Peering in, he saw a simple peice of white paper, folded in fourths. Taken slightly aback, he reached in and drew out the paper, wincing a bit as he felt a slight prick in his finger as he hit the bottom of the box. He opened the paper and stared at the short message. It read simply: "001. Danger arising. Await direction. -- FQ"
Stickler's eyebrows shot up. A new mission? But his father was out of town, off in France or somewhere. And the heads of the agency knew this. If there was a mission of that much importance, they would have contacted him there. His brows knit close together, he searched the box for any clue that would lead to the discovery of the sender. Nothing. It was as empty inside as out. Sighing, he placed the box on his desk and went to begin his homework, sucking absently on his pricked finger.
A/N: So there's chapter one. Please review! :D