Bourne Identity: Ghosts
Description: Waiting in the dark for a ghost from her past makes Nicky nostalgic.
Author's Note: Don't own nothin', (drools over Clive Owen) blah blah…
WIP. This pairing is between Nicky and the Professor, played by the delectable Clive Owen. While this is clearly AU, I hope the characters aren't too OOC. (If they are, please let me know!) This is set in the movie, with flashbacks and such.
Nicky shifted uneasily. She didn't enjoy this, stuck waiting for him, uncertain when he'd appear. She swallowed, trying to fight back the nervous knot in her stomach. The screams of the amusement park nearby irked her, setting her nerves on edge. The gun in her handbag felt like it weighed a ton, but she had taken to carrying it around ever since Bourne went missing. And now, to top off her day, she had to meet with her former lover.Not for the first time, she contemplated quitting. She hadn't signed up for so much stress and responsibility while she was still learning the system. She thought that she'd just push papers for a few months, and climb the agency ladder the usual way. But instead, they had thrown her into this position almost immediately. Apparently, they were desperate for people who were young enough to pass as students on visa, but stupid enough to refrain from asking questions, and the fact that she was fluent in French sealed her fate. She had been told that she'd be monitoring sleeper agents, their health and such, and passing along information or orders as needed.
Not two weeks into it, she had realized that it was much more. Since she was based in Paris, she only took care of a handful of agents positioned in the area, but each and every one of them scared her deeply. She was able to maintain a semblance of calm, and soon gained a hold on both her expectations and duties, but the fear never fully disappeared. They all seemed to be minutes away from exploding into action. If they had been jumpy, it would've calmed her, for it would have indicated that they were afraid of something. But instead, these men looked dead inside, and feared nothing. There had been one who had intrigued her, but he had remained distant and brusque, as if he'd known about her fleeting attraction and held her at a further distance because of it.
She sighed and stamped her feet, shaking herself out of the past, and wished he'd hurry. The chill was stealing from her fingers all the way into her heart.
(tbc... as my muse demands and schedule allows...)