And the winner of the poll was...

Red.

Despite not winning, I've been considering making this a NigelxRedxBuck story , as the pairing of Red and Buck came in a close second, but it all depends on how the story plans out.

A 'Thank You' for those who did take the time to vote.


When he had been asked by Dylan and the Commander to observe The Count's protégée- Red, if he remembered correctly- for a day, Nigel had expected secret meetings, shady activities, maybe a few covered up murders. What he didn't expect was to see the villain running errands.

Honestly, errands?

With the Mice the Count had, Nigel was a bit surprised to see his protégée running the errands and not one of them. Still, Red looked as if he didn't really mind and was content at doing it himself.


Red knew he was being followed, he knew it from the moment he left the base yet paid it no mind, It wasn't uncommon for the Count to send one the Mice to follow him as a silent, unseen guard when he went out. Which was why he had dismissed his extra shadow and continued on with his day without even the slightest hints of alarm.


Nigel was honestly bored out of his mind. Red had already been to the postal center, the pharmacy, grocery store and was now in a bakery of all things.

Where was the action?

The evil plots and mad schemes?

The closest thing he was getting to mad was when a group of children somehow convinced Red to buy them a whole rack of cream filling donuts and he really couldn't report that back to The Commander or his Farther as specious activity, not without turning into the laughing livestock of PMI6 Headquarters.


That was not one of the Mice..

It had been while he was playing tag with the children that Red had finally caught a glimpse of his extra shadow and was startled to learn it wasn't one of the Count's henchmen following him but rather Agent Dylan's Protégé, Nigel.

Putting on a smile, Red turned to the children that had been chasing him with large playful grins.

"Who's up for a game of Hide-n-Seek?"

His answer was the continuous calls of 'Not it'.


He had been spotted.

Nigel mentally cursed as he perused the Russian villain, who was easily out running him. He groaned as the rouge hair villain scurried up the metal prong ladder leading to the rooftops before following himself. Continuing the chase from rooftop to rooftop as he refused to lose his target, not after following him around all morning.


He wasn't going to make the jump.

Red cursed as his prediction came true and he just barely missed the other rooftop and begin to rapidly fall towards the streets below. He was certain this was it, there was no way he would survive a fall from those heights so he closed his eye, not wanting to see what would no doubt be his very messy end as he awaited for impact.

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...

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Crack!


Crack!

Nigel heard the noise and swiftly moved to the edge of the building and glanced over, expecting to see Russian teen splattered on the brick road underneath only...

There was nothing there.

No body.

No blood.

Nothing.

The road bellow was deserted.

So then where was Red?

He had his answer a moment later as he looked up and spotted the confused looking teen standing safely on the other buildings roof- the building Nigel knew for a fact that he had just missed.

Only one explanation came to Nigel's mind or how it was possible.

Apparition.

He was no longer the only one. He was no longer alone.

Red had magic.

Red was a wizard and from the looks of it, the Russian didn't even know it.