So this is my first fanfic in years so I'm a bit nervous that I'm rusty. Lol. I've been trying to figure out for weeks what kind of story I wanted to do and I decided to do a diary-style story. This "diary" is Rachel's and it starts (magically) off when she learns that she is going to be training a snotty nosed teenage brat named Max Steel. I haven't decided how closely I will follow the original story yet so I guess it'll be a surprise to us both. Anyways, enjoy!
June 18, 2001
Today was…rough. When Smith told me that he wanted to talk to me about something important I naturally figured a promotion or at least a special mission. What he had to say was…totally unexpected. There is no way I could have prepared myself for it. He wants me, a highly trained N-Tek agent, to babysit his nineteen year old son. Supposedly he wants him to "learn from the best." This assignment has demotion written all over it. Then Jake has the nerve to tell me to look for the silver lining. What can the silver lining be in trying to control a spoiled, stubborn, immature adrenaline junkie? It sounds like a plot to a bad spy movie. Only he's not a monkey.
Now I'm not in the habit of complaining when things upset me, but this is a special case. And that being so, I whined my heart out to Jake. I complained about how it wasn't fair and how I am so torn on rather I should accept. I just let it all out. Of course, then Jake did guy the thing and told me to either turn it down or take it but "whining isn't going to solve anything." Maybe I've been an agent too long and have become too use to violence; but Lord help me for a split second I thought about kicking him right in the groin. But I held myself back; predominately for any future kids' sake. Instead of landing him in the med bay I just grabbed my keys and left without a single word. He's been blowing up my phone for hours. I probably should answer but…
What's the worst that could really happen if I say yes to training "Mr. Steel?" He's an extreme sports star after all. He's at least in really good shape. And he's got agent in his blood. Jim was an amazing agent, one of the best N-Tek has ever had. Of course, Jim was known for taking outrageous chances on the field. I don't know his son personally but I understand that he follows in his father's footsteps when it comes to taking chances. So I guess the worst thing that could happen is he takes a careless chance and gets us both killed. Alternatively, maybe the worst that could happen is that he ends up being so good that he becomes a shoe in for a promotion over me.
Of course, I could always say no. I could walk right into his office and tell him I would rather go deep undercover for the next five years in some jungle rather than train his son. What am I talking about? I couldn't do that. I cannot deny that Smith has been very good to me over the years. In many ways he has been like a surrogate father. He's always there to lend an ear or offer a word of encouragement. And Lord knows he's looked over a few…mishaps I've had during my career at N-Tek. Besides, since when does Rachel Leeds shy away from challenges and live off of "what-ifs?" Sigh…I'll do it. I'll do it out of respect for Jefferson and because I'm Rachel freaking Leeds and I'm not going to let a nineteen year old boy scare me away. I am just going to suck it up and train "Mr. Steel" to be the best (second best) agent N-Tek has in its ranks.
Damn…he's calling again.
Rachel Leeds