Title: Praemonitus
Author: Koori
Started: 5/30/02
Synopsis: Starting the Tuesday after the end of To Capture the Silver Dragon, Selana, Ian, Sara, Gabe, and Zack face a new challenge. Sorry for all you Jake fans, but as it stands right now he will not be in the fic, that however may change.
Note: Does anyone know what the title means?
Hint: refers to line repeated several times during movie
Part One: Animula (yes, I'm using Latin)
Selena pulled off the blue dress she'd been wearing. Reaching up, she grabbed the green mass that was handed to her over the changing screen. She looked over the green garment then pitched it back over the side. There was a sigh from the other side of the screen. Selena smiled then reached up again waiting for the next article of clothing. Something black was placed into her hand. Examining it, she discovered it was a black dress, a very short black dress. She slipped it on, and then walked around the screen.
Ian, who had been ready to leave for over a half hour, sat on Selena's bed. "Finally," he sighed.
"Where did this come from?" Selena asked looking at herself in the mirror. The dress fit life a dream, but the fact it only came down mid-thigh was a bit uncomfortable for her.
"Sara helped me pick it out today," Ian replied. "We thought you might have trouble with you ensemble."
"Why didn't you give me this before I spent an hour trying to find something to wear?"
"Cause it was so much fun to watch you run around your room in your underwear."
Selena threw a pillow at him. Ian caught it, of course, and smiled back at her.
"So, you going to go put on two pounds of makeup and fix your hair?" Ian put the pillow down on the bed.
"Are you saying I need two pounds of makeup?" Selena retorted moving towards the bathroom.
"Well, it can only help," he shrugged.
Selena huffed at him, then stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. She could hear Ian move towards the door, and she decided to play a little joke on him. Beginning to make sobbing sounds, she discovered it incredible hard not to bust up laughing. She miraculously managed to keep it sounding like she was crying, though she had no idea how.
"Selena?" Ian said knocking on the door. "I am sorry. You told me you wanted me to act more human, I was only trying to pick on you. I didn't mean for you to take me seriously Come on, open put."
Selena, still fake sobbing, grabbed the sprits bottle on the sink. She flung open the door, and got him with water right in the face. Ian stared at her indignantly for a moment, and then started laughing. Selena finally was able to laugh herself.
"I'll meet you downstairs," Ian said shaking his head and moving to the bedroom door.
Ian led Selena into the restaurant. Sara sat at a table near a corner with her partner, Zack Locke. Selena smiled nervously at the pair. Zack was handsome, to say the least. His red hair was cut short, almost in a military style, and he had a smile to stop traffic. She'd been in immediate lust the first time she'd seen him. She was suddenly reminded of the shortness of her dress when she felt a bit of a draft. Looking from Sara to Ian, she tried to figure out which one of them had decided to torture her like this. Maybe it was encouragement to get out of the dress faster. Oh, she thought, get your mind out of the gutter. You barely know the guy. Zack stood as they neared the table. He pulled Selena's chair out for her and she sat thankful to get her weight off her feet. She must have picked the least comfortable heels she owned to wear.
"Good evening," Zack said as he sat.
"Good evening," Selena smiled at him.
"You look nice, Lena," Sara said. "Do you like the dress?" Selena couldn't miss the look of conspiracy Sara gave Ian. He grinned back at the Wielder.
"Its short," Selena replied.
"Yes, it is," Zack mumbled.
Selena glanced from Zack to Sara to Ian and then back at Sara. Yep, her friends were trying to help. She wasn't sure if she wanted their help if the dress was an example of it. The fabric of the seat cushion was rough against her skin. She reached down to scratch trying to be inconspicuous. Looking around, she tried to pretend she was checking on the security of the place.
"Selena, stop working," Ian said.
"Really?" she grinned at him. "You mean I'm allowed to?"
Ian rolled his eyes, "She's been like this all day."
"Oh," Zack replied. "You think that's bad. Sara and I were at a crime scene and out of nowhere she gets a fit of the giggles."
Selena raised an eyebrow at the woman sitting across from her.
"There was a really funny poster," Sara took a sip of her water. "Where is that waiter?"
Dinner was not only wonderful, but the company was exquisite. When the waiter brought more wine, Zack started talking about his childhood on a ranch in Montana. He's parents had died in a car accident when he was 4 and so he'd gone to live with his uncle. Selena temporarily wondered if people with strange childhoods attracted each other. Her own childhood had involved hoping from one Army base to another and trying to keep her Father's house while making and leaving friends.
"Ok, I have to ask," Zack said breaking Selena's train of thought. "Where did you learn that move you pulled on the Welliams guy at the Hilton?
"Classified," Selena felt her cheeks turn red.
"You were in the military?" Zack responded. "I was in the Marines for about five years. Never could find another hairstyle I liked."
"Thought it looked familiar," Selena smiled.
"Sara tells me you saved her life," Zack replied.
"Thrice," Sara added.
"Yeah," Selena looked at Ian. "I had some help though."
"And you were involved in the take down of the White Bulls," Zack said.
How much had Sara told him? "I had a hand in it," she nodded. "Did you tell him about the safe house, too, Sara?"
"Nah," Sara replied. "Thought I'd let you do that."
"Lets dance, Sara," Ian suddenly spoke again. He'd been rather quiet since they'd ordered dinner.
Ian led Sara onto the small dance floor. Selena noticed the other restaurant patrons admiring her friends.
"They are a pair," Selena commented.
"Yes they are," Zack replied. "Would you like to get some coffee?"
"Just leave them here?"
"Somehow I don't think they'll care."
"I can't do that," Selena sighed. "I'm in charge of Ian's security."
"Something tells he really doesn't need it," Zack stopped a waitress and borrowed her pen. He scribbled something on a napkin then gave the woman back the pen. Standing he held his hand out to her. "Come on."
Selena smiled. "Ok."
Selena turned and shut the hall door as quietly as possible. She turned to go up the stairs towards her room. Something moved to the right. Turning, she prepared to face the intruder.
"And just where have you been, missy?" It was Ian.
Selena let out a sigh. "I thought you were an intruder."
"Well?" Ian said. "Where were you?"
"Zack and I went out for coffee."
"That was 8 and a half hours ago," Ian replied. "Awful lot of coffee."
"Ok, so we went to his place after," she started to move past him towards the stairs. "What do you care? I thought you'd be over at Sara's."
"Some bodyguard you are," he said blocking her. "They have to work in the morning and so do we."
"Well, I'm here aren't I?"
"Did you do your night check?"
"I asked Welts do it," she tried to move past him. "He did do it, didn't he?"
"I told him it was your responsibility, not his," Ian looked down at her.
"You're my boss, not my father."
"Its 4am. You have to be up in two and a half hours. You can't protect me if you're asleep on the job."
"Oh, give me a break. You told me to stop working," Selena sighed. " And you're the one that suggested dinner."
"I didn't suggest you sleep with him," Ian retorted stepping out of her way.
"You are so frustrating sometimes," Selena stalked up the stairs and slammed the door when she reached her room.
Author: Koori
Started: 5/30/02
Synopsis: Starting the Tuesday after the end of To Capture the Silver Dragon, Selana, Ian, Sara, Gabe, and Zack face a new challenge. Sorry for all you Jake fans, but as it stands right now he will not be in the fic, that however may change.
Note: Does anyone know what the title means?
Hint: refers to line repeated several times during movie
Part One: Animula (yes, I'm using Latin)
Selena pulled off the blue dress she'd been wearing. Reaching up, she grabbed the green mass that was handed to her over the changing screen. She looked over the green garment then pitched it back over the side. There was a sigh from the other side of the screen. Selena smiled then reached up again waiting for the next article of clothing. Something black was placed into her hand. Examining it, she discovered it was a black dress, a very short black dress. She slipped it on, and then walked around the screen.
Ian, who had been ready to leave for over a half hour, sat on Selena's bed. "Finally," he sighed.
"Where did this come from?" Selena asked looking at herself in the mirror. The dress fit life a dream, but the fact it only came down mid-thigh was a bit uncomfortable for her.
"Sara helped me pick it out today," Ian replied. "We thought you might have trouble with you ensemble."
"Why didn't you give me this before I spent an hour trying to find something to wear?"
"Cause it was so much fun to watch you run around your room in your underwear."
Selena threw a pillow at him. Ian caught it, of course, and smiled back at her.
"So, you going to go put on two pounds of makeup and fix your hair?" Ian put the pillow down on the bed.
"Are you saying I need two pounds of makeup?" Selena retorted moving towards the bathroom.
"Well, it can only help," he shrugged.
Selena huffed at him, then stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. She could hear Ian move towards the door, and she decided to play a little joke on him. Beginning to make sobbing sounds, she discovered it incredible hard not to bust up laughing. She miraculously managed to keep it sounding like she was crying, though she had no idea how.
"Selena?" Ian said knocking on the door. "I am sorry. You told me you wanted me to act more human, I was only trying to pick on you. I didn't mean for you to take me seriously Come on, open put."
Selena, still fake sobbing, grabbed the sprits bottle on the sink. She flung open the door, and got him with water right in the face. Ian stared at her indignantly for a moment, and then started laughing. Selena finally was able to laugh herself.
"I'll meet you downstairs," Ian said shaking his head and moving to the bedroom door.
Ian led Selena into the restaurant. Sara sat at a table near a corner with her partner, Zack Locke. Selena smiled nervously at the pair. Zack was handsome, to say the least. His red hair was cut short, almost in a military style, and he had a smile to stop traffic. She'd been in immediate lust the first time she'd seen him. She was suddenly reminded of the shortness of her dress when she felt a bit of a draft. Looking from Sara to Ian, she tried to figure out which one of them had decided to torture her like this. Maybe it was encouragement to get out of the dress faster. Oh, she thought, get your mind out of the gutter. You barely know the guy. Zack stood as they neared the table. He pulled Selena's chair out for her and she sat thankful to get her weight off her feet. She must have picked the least comfortable heels she owned to wear.
"Good evening," Zack said as he sat.
"Good evening," Selena smiled at him.
"You look nice, Lena," Sara said. "Do you like the dress?" Selena couldn't miss the look of conspiracy Sara gave Ian. He grinned back at the Wielder.
"Its short," Selena replied.
"Yes, it is," Zack mumbled.
Selena glanced from Zack to Sara to Ian and then back at Sara. Yep, her friends were trying to help. She wasn't sure if she wanted their help if the dress was an example of it. The fabric of the seat cushion was rough against her skin. She reached down to scratch trying to be inconspicuous. Looking around, she tried to pretend she was checking on the security of the place.
"Selena, stop working," Ian said.
"Really?" she grinned at him. "You mean I'm allowed to?"
Ian rolled his eyes, "She's been like this all day."
"Oh," Zack replied. "You think that's bad. Sara and I were at a crime scene and out of nowhere she gets a fit of the giggles."
Selena raised an eyebrow at the woman sitting across from her.
"There was a really funny poster," Sara took a sip of her water. "Where is that waiter?"
Dinner was not only wonderful, but the company was exquisite. When the waiter brought more wine, Zack started talking about his childhood on a ranch in Montana. He's parents had died in a car accident when he was 4 and so he'd gone to live with his uncle. Selena temporarily wondered if people with strange childhoods attracted each other. Her own childhood had involved hoping from one Army base to another and trying to keep her Father's house while making and leaving friends.
"Ok, I have to ask," Zack said breaking Selena's train of thought. "Where did you learn that move you pulled on the Welliams guy at the Hilton?
"Classified," Selena felt her cheeks turn red.
"You were in the military?" Zack responded. "I was in the Marines for about five years. Never could find another hairstyle I liked."
"Thought it looked familiar," Selena smiled.
"Sara tells me you saved her life," Zack replied.
"Thrice," Sara added.
"Yeah," Selena looked at Ian. "I had some help though."
"And you were involved in the take down of the White Bulls," Zack said.
How much had Sara told him? "I had a hand in it," she nodded. "Did you tell him about the safe house, too, Sara?"
"Nah," Sara replied. "Thought I'd let you do that."
"Lets dance, Sara," Ian suddenly spoke again. He'd been rather quiet since they'd ordered dinner.
Ian led Sara onto the small dance floor. Selena noticed the other restaurant patrons admiring her friends.
"They are a pair," Selena commented.
"Yes they are," Zack replied. "Would you like to get some coffee?"
"Just leave them here?"
"Somehow I don't think they'll care."
"I can't do that," Selena sighed. "I'm in charge of Ian's security."
"Something tells he really doesn't need it," Zack stopped a waitress and borrowed her pen. He scribbled something on a napkin then gave the woman back the pen. Standing he held his hand out to her. "Come on."
Selena smiled. "Ok."
Selena turned and shut the hall door as quietly as possible. She turned to go up the stairs towards her room. Something moved to the right. Turning, she prepared to face the intruder.
"And just where have you been, missy?" It was Ian.
Selena let out a sigh. "I thought you were an intruder."
"Well?" Ian said. "Where were you?"
"Zack and I went out for coffee."
"That was 8 and a half hours ago," Ian replied. "Awful lot of coffee."
"Ok, so we went to his place after," she started to move past him towards the stairs. "What do you care? I thought you'd be over at Sara's."
"Some bodyguard you are," he said blocking her. "They have to work in the morning and so do we."
"Well, I'm here aren't I?"
"Did you do your night check?"
"I asked Welts do it," she tried to move past him. "He did do it, didn't he?"
"I told him it was your responsibility, not his," Ian looked down at her.
"You're my boss, not my father."
"Its 4am. You have to be up in two and a half hours. You can't protect me if you're asleep on the job."
"Oh, give me a break. You told me to stop working," Selena sighed. " And you're the one that suggested dinner."
"I didn't suggest you sleep with him," Ian retorted stepping out of her way.
"You are so frustrating sometimes," Selena stalked up the stairs and slammed the door when she reached her room.