Come What May
The Dark is Rising Fanfiction
Warning: Yaoi (Bran/Will) (Rider/Will)
Author's Note: I might not be able to update on this very quickly. I actually debated for a week whether or not to work on this story or to work on my existing ones, but the stubborn plot bunny wouldn't go away. Anyways, if you enjoy it, you might need to spam me with reviews crying for updates or else, chances are, I won't update it until the plot bunny bites me again…
"May I help you, sir?" The balding man in front of him asked politely, a faint line of disapproval on his face.
"You are the Wasp aren't you?" He said, enjoying the sudden change that appeared over the man at his words. Those seemingly mild and watery blue eyes turned hard. "The director of the terrorist group Leonx."
"What do you want?" The man in front of him hissed. "Are you-"
"No, no." He laughed mockingly. "I am no government agent. In fact, I am quite the opposite. I wish to present you a gift."
"A gift?" Wasp said warily, slowly reaching for the alarm button on the underside of the desk.
"You are engaged in human experimentation, are you not?" He said, not missing the secretive movement of the man's hands. "I have a wonderful specimen to give you. All you have to do is to send me a little help."
The Wasp licked his lips nervously. Hooked. "I cannot use a simple nobody for my experiments." The man rasped.
He shook his head, and leaned forward, as if telling a secret. "He is no man." He spoke seductively, luring the greedy human closer to his inescapable trap.
"He is the immortal one."
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"I still can't believe I got accepted into intelligence, I tell you." Bran said, a little annoyed, but happy. "After all the politics I studied, instead of the position of diplomat, I get to become a bloody James Bond!"
Will looked at his companion, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Technically, Bran," he pointed out. "You are still a diplomat."
"True. And how on earth did you manage to become my partner in crime?" Bran exclaimed suspiciously, raising a white eyebrow. "And don't give me the 'coincidence' line. You're a sneaky fellow, you know."
"Well, I just happened to-"
"Mr. Davis? Mr. Stanton?" A officer walked towards them.
"Yes?" Bran said, immediately reserved. Will breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Mr. Charles would like to have a word with you, sirs. If you would please come this way…?"
"Of course." Bran replied for both of them, and they got up from the comfortable armchairs in the lounge. Silently, they followed the officer through the busy hallways until they stopped in front of a solid oak door.
As they walked, Will could not help but notice the proud and confident air Bran exuded. Was it really all that long ago from when he'd first met that cold and quiet boy who would turn out to be the son of King Arthur himself? He remembered how he had swore a promise to protect the young man forever, just to see a rare and beautiful smile bloom on that pale face. Even though Bran had chosen a destiny in which he would not remember that he was the son of the greatest king, Will still kept his promise to remain at Bran's side.
Will snorted humorlessly. Going into the intelligence agency, however, had not been on his mind when he'd made that promise.
The officer pushed a button on the side of the door. There was a tiny noise as a video camera swiveled and focused in on the visitors.
"Sir, this is Major Holmes. I've brought Mr. Davis and Mr. Stanton up as you've requested."
There was a brief pause, and then a loud click was heard was the door automatically opened by itself.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes." The blond secretary spoke cheerfully. Her sharp green eyes caught sight of the two men behind the major. "I take it that you two are our new to our department?" She flashed them a flirty wink, which immediately caused Bran's pale skin to flush with embarrassment. Will simply stood impassively, understanding that it was a test.
The secretary forced her eyes away from those disturbingly ancient looking silver eyes. Not quite meeting their eyes, she gestured for them to go inside.
"Mr. Charles is waiting for you."