Hi all!
This story is a tribute to Jonezy's story "Chase you down" That can be found on archiveofourown.
I really loved "Chase you down" - and I was inspired to write this both as a tribute and as my take on Jonezy's idea of "you" as the OFC.
Hope you enjoy this!) I certainly have a lot of fun writing this. Sorry this is not beta-ed - I don't write much and I don't
have one yet... Also english is not my native language, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes. Thanks!
A.
Chapter 1: Intro
You hate Ned Callan. You fucking hate the fucking fucker. He screwed this up for you even before it started.
"Are you fucking out of your mind?"
You throw the morning paper on his desk only to be rewarded with his smug face looking up at you.
"Like it, ha?"
Fucking. Fucker.
"You asshole you know I have an interview with her today for what is supposed to be my story?" You're positively fuming. This war between you two has been going on for a couple of years now but it never gets old.
"First come first served, darling" he says and pretends to go back to his work as you retort devilishly:
"That didn't seem to work for you with… What was her name again? Alice? Oh and the red haired one as well. Laura, was it?"
This is a bit below the belt, but you've been waiting for the moment to throw shagging two of the women he was lusting after in his face and the moment was now. The fucking fucker deserved it.
"Yeah well…" He motions at the article - "Consider it a payback. Good luck with your interview - look, maybe you can screw your way out of this one since you seem so good at that."
"We'll see. And don't forget who was named best journalist of 2011 - think I screwed my way to that one as well?" you sneer at him, grab your bad and leave the office, your high heels clicking angrily. You can see a couple of your colleagues smile at you secretly and you wink at them. At least now they will have something to discuss all day.
You walk up to your car and smile at the sight of it. You just washed it this morning and your dark violet, almost black Jaguar is looking as hot as ever.
"Hey, Jarvis!" You greet the car quietly. It might be a bit geeky that you have your car named after Iron Man cyber butler, but your car is in fact your right hand and no other name suits him better. He is expensive as fuck, but you've earned the money with years of hard work as a journalist, writer, blogger and what not. And he's worth every penny. You start the engine and the car greets you with an animalistic purr. You turn on the music - your iPod immediately goes for the Black Keys.
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting
Time to get things done.