Hey! I'm new to the V fandom, I was on a flight last week and the only interesting thing playing on the seat TVs just happened to be the first 2 episodes of season 1, and the rest is history! The show is incredibly amazing and I adore the characters. I actually felt sick when I found out there might not be season 3 but I try not to think about that :/

For some reason I have a thing for Marcus, I mean he's such a firecracker of personality! But seriously, I was dissapointed there wasn't much love for him on , so I decided to pay homage in the way I know best... a bit of light-hearted humour :)

I got the idea for this fic within watching the first few episodes... as I watched, I was like ...what's he thinking right now? What's going on behind that...um...expression? Obviously this is going to be totally OOC. Not a serious story by any stretch, just for fun. There's some great fics in this section but not much humour. This is my little contribution :)

Enjoy!


We're going on a trip, she said.

This is going to be fun, she said.

I'll even bring the snacks, she said.

This isn't fun. And I should have known she wouldn't share the snacks.

But the trip part, that was true. And let me tell you, it's been one long-ass trip. I spent the majority of it A) playing Go Fish with Joshua. I swear, I'll beat him yet. B) practising making faces in the mirror. Hey, everyone needs a bit of me-time! Plus I'm not allowed to have a facial expression when Anna is in the room. And C) being Anna's #1 Bitch.

Yeah, that's my nickname. It's supposedly a big secret, however I've known about it...well, for as long as I've been Anna's bitch! Maybe they could have kept it a secret if some dumbass didn't start giggling every time I step into the room, thus leading to someone repeating it slightly louder, then more giggles, then ultimately someone more or less yells it across the room...and before you know it - boom. Labelled. Sometimes the immaturity of our species is truly shocking. I mean, come on. I am NOBODY'S bitch! Sure I always do what she tells me, often do her dirty work, occasionally pick up her dry cleaning, and listen to her nag about...um, everything. I remember this one time I wore a tie that was the identical shade of chartreuse as her dress to a party where (nobody told warned me!) matching was a bad thing. I never heard the end of it and I was never even allowed to wear it again...and it was my favourite!

Holy shit. I am her bitch.

Note to self. Writing in a diary makes one realize terrible things.

Anyway, I've been told we're getting close to this 'Earth' place. But then again, that's what she said last week. And the week before that, etc etc. Still not entirely sure what Earth is. New restaurant? Hope so. You'd think V science could whip up more than just fruit...one can only eat so many apples in a lifetime. But I digress, as I tend to do. What was I saying? Earth. Based on what Anna says, it's gonna be the most fun we've ever had. Based on my personal opinion...can we go home yet? Anna has not yet arrived at the conclusion that I might possibly be slightly more excited about this endeavor if I only had half a clue what the dealio is! It's not easy being me. Getting vague statements that kinda sound like orders as if I'm supposed to read her mind and then walking out of the room to formulate a plan-thing and basically bullshit my way through it and hopefully not get skinned at the end of the day... That would be my job description. Oh, and all she ever does is stare out of windows and look smug.

Hey look - we're about to pass some blue and green thinger. Apparently it's Earth, judging by how everyone else is suddenly cheering. I wasn't expecting it to be so...blue and green. And it smells like... I'm not entirely sure what that smell is, but I intend to find out, unless my bitch duties get in the way...

Well, suprise suprise, I'm being summoned to the control room. I hate when she calls my name on the freakin' intercom. She sounds like she's eating the mic. Seriously? A spaceship full of ridiculously advanced technology and she uses the P.A. system. SOMEONE won't admit she threw out the instruction manuals for everything else...

My name is Marcus. I'm Anna's bitch. And this is my story.


This was a short chap, just a little intro. The chapters aren't gonna be incredibly long, but they'll probably be a bit longer than this one. I'll update...soon, if you want :) Also I promise to make ANs shorter.

If you liked it, please please review! Again, this is my first V fic. I come from a fandom that I've been writing almost exclusively for almost 3 years and I'm totally at home there, so posting into a new section feels really intense :P If you have suggestions or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, I'd love to hear it. But I don't have time for flamers. If you didn't like it, instead of bitching, just go do something else and make up for the wasted minute you spent reading it ;)

I was a bit hesitant to post this, I'm not sure how good it is but my New Years resolution was to invade at least 1 new fandom, so I revised the chapter till I was fairly happy with it, because I figured, it's now or never!

Thanks for reading :)