May To December
(A/N: Second up today.)
Boss
Episodes: Evil Promotion Much, The New Jerry, So Totally Not Spies
A boss was the one you worked for, the one you listened to and took direction from. It was a boss's job to make sure his employees were safe and protected from workplace hazards. Spying was at the top of the list, as far as she was concerned, the workplace hazards more numerous than any other job she could think of. Jerry was a good boss, excellent. There was nothing more important to him than the safety and well-being of his agents. Her, Clover, and Alex especially. In fact, there were times she found herself believing he may just be too good. It scared her more than anything ever had. He would die for them, bend rules for them, do anything for them. He already almost had. When they'd gone after Terrance, for instance.
The plan was brilliant, fool proof, but he'd neglected to tell them one key detail. He wouldn't be wearing the bungee cable when he fell from the bridge and plunged into the river. That wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to survive the fall. He wasn't supposed to drown. They had wept for him that day. She had wept for him. Wept bitterly and vowed with very real passion to avenge him. They could risk turning on Terrance to save Dean; it was too late for their boss. They thought he was dead… Imagine their shock when he returned alive and well in order to save them. They'd demanded to know why, he'd told them it was because their reactions to his demise had had to be real to fool Terrance. Oh she could have slapped him the moment those words left his mouth. Slapped him with all her strength and burst into angry tears. Real? Real? Oh their reactions had been real all right. He didn't know the half of it. Was he aware of what he'd put them through? He'd apologized, but did he really know? If anything had happened to him… She would never have forgiven herself.
He would be there for her always, no matter what, protecting and defending his agents, her, and she found she would never trust anyone but him to do so. Even when others had gone under the guise of the head of Woohp, G.L.A.D.I.S, for instance, it wasn't them she trusted. She'd been tempted to once. Tim Scam going under the name Mac Smit, was no exception. She hated to admit it, but she'd developed quite the crush on him. Nonetheless, he wasn't Jerry. He wasn't the boss that had saved their lives numerous times, protected them and helped them, the one they'd come to trust almost implicitly. She believed soon enough they would come to trust this young new boss. After all, Jerry wouldn't leave just anyone in charge. Her faith in the young man had begun to wane, however, the moment the credit cards he'd given them turned into whirling weapons of destruction and mayhem. Not a problem, things happened, it's not like stuff like this hadn't happened under Jerry. It had faded more, though, when the car he let them ride blew up, almost killing them in the process. She wasn't above thinking then that if Jerry had been in control, this never would have happened. Not twice in a row. Not within such close proximity to each other. Neither were Alex or Clover.
She trusted her boss with everything she was, everything she'd ever had, everything she knew and loved. There was no replacement for Jerry Lewis, no matter how you cut the cake. She found very quickly that she never wanted there to be. He was everything to Woohp, to them, to her. And she hoped and prayed every passing day for his safety, that he would never leave them. The true depth of that prayer could only be realized and appreciated when one understood that Jerry Lewis would never ever leave them of his own accord. Oh no. Only death would pry their boss from their lives. Please, any immortal being that may or may not exist, don't let death take him. Don't let them suffer that loss again, for if ever he truly did die, all the pains, all the heartache's she'd ever experienced in her life, would pale in the wake of his true demise.