Title: Not Belong
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Beta: Layla Binx
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rate: T
Warning: Angst, might OOC, AU.
Summary: Jensen questioned his place amongst the team.
Pre-slash: Cougar/Jensen
(Pre-Bolivia)
Chapter 1: Meeting the Team, Part 1
Jensen couldn't believe his luck; his commander had sent him orders to relocate with a new team. A Team he'd only heard legends about. They were like shadows, a Special Ops team with very little information to their name. All he knew was that they were called 'The Losers.'
From the files that he hacked from the army, The Losers were the elite team that he knew that he had no chance to get into.
Clay – the leader as he gathered, led with plan that always kept them one step ahead of the enemy and managed to command his team through nearly every mission with only minor injuries. He was the kind of Commander who wouldn't take "no" for an answer.
Rogue – Jensen did not like him the first time he saw his picture in the file. He looked mean, and there was a rumor about him. He always had a knife with him; no one knows where he stashed his knives but there was always at least one with him at all times.
Pooch – the man was genius, that's what Jensen got at him. He knew that Pooch could do lot more than drive and was a master with everything mechanic. It reminds him of BA from "The A-Team".
And finally, Cougar – the man with the ever-present cowboy hat. He was a Sniper, one of the best in the world from what Jensen could gather. The man could surely shoot at any range.
Another thing Jensen knew was that he was certainly hot, with that hat and the shotgun.
He didn't understand why Clay would want to hire him into his unit. It seemed too good to be true. What did he want to gain? Why did he want the younger man on his team?
Bait?
Something certainly seemed fishy about his new promotion.
TBC...