Special Cargo
by Danii
Summary: When a certain unexpected import comes to Pulau Pulau, it will change the lives of two agents forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Emelia, or anyone else from the show 'Jack of All Trades'. They belong to Renaissance Pictures (even if they tossed then away carelessly). However, a few people are mine (not that I'll make an issue of it).
Distribution: TAKE! PLEASE!!! Just tell me where it is...
Feedback/Review: Please?
NOTE: This is my first fic in this fandom, however, I am a long time BC fan. I loved him as Auto, Ash, and others, and I've written fic with those two, so hopefully this will work out okay if not stellar.
Rating: PG-PG13
And now:
There are certain senses which a human being needs to survive in the real world, and Jack Stiles, living the life that he did, had honed these senses to near perfection.
So when he woke up with an odd queesy feeling in the pit of his stomach, he knew that the day was going to be interesting. And not in the good way, if his own personal version of luck had anything to do with it. But he did need to get up (it being past 4 o'clock in the afternoon and all), and there was nothing he could do about it, so with a grunt and a rather sleepy groan, Jack got out of bed.
He got dressed quickly in his breeches and coat, then made his way down to the kitchen to take in a little bit of coffee. God, but he loved that soupy brown stuff like nobody's business. He loved coffee almost as much as he loved mini-skirts. Almost, but not quite.
Luckily, Emilia didn't catch him getting up this late. As much as he loved his fiery blonde boss at times, she could be a real stickler for some things.
"I mean," he grumbled as he sucked down the revitalizing liquid, "If I wanted to get up like a normal person, I wouldn't've become a spy, now would I?"
"Yes, well," came a famliar female voice from behind him with a far too familiar tone, "You are supposed to APPEAR to be a normal person, as part of being a spy, aren't you?"
He didn't even argue. "Morning, Em."
"Good AFTERNOON, Jack..." replied Emilia as she made her way to where Jack was sitting, standing just in front of him, "Nice to see that your recent bout of drinking and such has not made you bed-ridden or dead, as the cause sometimes seems."
"Yeah, I'm fine," he admitted, sipping down more of the coffee, "Just a little tired."
She 'harumphed', a noise that the British agent had made into art.
"Well," Emilia continued, "That's just wonderful then, because we have been invited to dinner at the Governer's mansion today, and I would hate to have to tell him that my attache could not attend due to his monstrous hangover..."
"Wonderful..." Jack grumbled, "I have to deal with that pompous poof and his ever-so-suspicious cap-it-tan on a day like this..."
Emilia's eyebrow rose.
"And just what kind of day is it?" she asked, half sarcasm and half honest curiousity, "Some sort of American holiday where you eat more than an entire family has the right to and then fall asleep? Or is this one where you commemorate your veterans by doing absolutely nothing all day? Please, Jack, do tell me just what kind of day it is that you can't perform a very easy part of your job..."
"I can do my job, Emilia..." the American replied with a slight glare, "Any day, no matter what. I may not act like you do, or live the way you do, but I do my job the best way I can, and I do it well, okay sister? And stop making fun of my holidays...I mean, you Brits shouldn't talk, cause, like...what the hell's Boxing Day?"
Immediately, that fire lit in her eyes. "I'll have you know, Mr. Stiles, that Boxing Day commemorates-"
"It was rhetorical, Em..." Jack interrupted, not wanting to hear the three hour lecture on what the holiday was and the various wonders it held. He admired Emilia's patriotism, but he didn't like the speeches that occasionally came with it.
"Oh," she recovered. Then she got down to business, "Which reminds me. You and I should head down to the docks and check up on our shipments. The 'Anita Marie' came in today, but I've not had a chance to check up on what it's brought in due to your late awakening."
"What does my 'late awakening' have to do with anything?" he asked as he finished his coffee, "you coulda gone down and checked things."
"Hah. You forget, Jack, that YOU are my attache, and so I would never do such things without your help...at least not if I didn't wish to appear strange."
"Oh," he remembered, "Yeah."
"Yes, indeed," Emilia stressed, grabbing his hand out of his pocket, "Now come along and let's see what Captain Phillips has brought us today."
And Jack, like always, allowed her to drag him from his seat, out the door, and towards the docks.
It didn't take long to get there, Pulau Pulau being a rather small island and their home being quite close due to Emilia's shipping business. And when they got there, they found Captain Phillips standing on the dock in front of his ship while his workers unpacked the various imports that the Europeans of the island needed for their daily lives. When he saw them, he let out a greeting immediately.
"Why, Mr. Stiles and Mrs. Rothchild!" he shouted merrily, waving as the two he'd addressed walked up to where he stood, "How nice to see you this afternoon."
"And the same to you, Captain Phillips," Emilia responded at once in a sweet voice. She had always like Phillips. He might not bath regularly, or have the most refined sensabilities, but he was always on time and his cargo was there more often then it wasn't, a serious plus.
"Hi, Tom." Jack said jovially a moment later, greeting the capain by first name. Phillips was also a favorite of Jack's because during his leave, the two often drunk together, during which the captain usually told some interesting stories from one brothel or another in Jamaica or the Americas.
"Aye," the captain responded. "Your packages are being taken to your house as we speak, and I've already taken the items that you told me to take into the boat for export."
"Very good, Captain." Emilia said with a smile.
"However," the seaman continued with a rather strange smile, "I have two special packages for you, Mr. Stiles..."
"Special packages?" Jack asked, wondering just what kind of insane item the President could have sent him. Or anyone else.
"Aye," the captain confirmed, "The first is a letter from an woman, which I have kept safely with me the entire voyage."
"From a woman?" the American questioned, now VERY interested in just what the other package could be. "Lemme see..."
So the captain dug into his belt and pulled out a rather bent-up letter and handed it to Jack, who took it from his hand like a starving man offered a stake.
"Who could it be from, Jack?" Emilia asked, looking over his shoulder.
Immediately, that shoulder slumped as he saw just who had sent the letter.
"My sister..." the agent said, sounding considerably deflated, "It's from my sister."
"Well, then..." she urged, "Read it already..."
"'Dear Jacky-'"
"Jacky?"
He just looked at her, then went back to the letter.
"'How are things on that little island of yours? Things here in America are fine, as they always are. Andrew has finally gotten married (an idea you should get into your head sometime soon before Mother and Father strap you to a wagon and force you) and he seems happy with his new wife. They are already expecting a child. I include this information because I am unaware of just how much you are unaware of. You never seem to write to me or the rest of the family, you know. And we do miss you dearly. However, that is not truly the point of this letter.
"'I am writing to let you know that-'"
However, Jack was unable to finish his reading because as the last word left his lips, a blur of lace, ribbons, and green dress flew at him and gripped him around the chest in a hold as tight as a vise. Before looking down, Jack looked to the captain with many questions on his face.
"And that's your second package..." the captain told him with a grin almost as wide as a banana.
Carefully, as if dreading the creature who was even now squeezing him tighter, Jack looked down to see a bright face with gleaming brown eyes, a button nose, and pink little lips that were curved in a wide smile, all framed in black curly hair.
"Lexi?" The stunned agent asked carefully.
"Oh, Uncle Jack, it's so good to see you! And I'm so happy you recognize me!" the teenager that still clung to his body exclaimed cheerily in a light soprano voice.
"Lexi?"
"Oh, Uncle, I go by Alexandra now..." she told him playfully, "Something you should know since I'll be staying here for a while..."
"For a-"
"A couple of months..." the young girl continued, "Didn't Mother let you know?"
"A couple-"
And then Jack's entire mental switchboard shut down due to the amazing amount of different messages that it was trying to get done; in short, he discovered that you can only say one thing with one mouth, and that trying any more than that doesn't work. And so, the American agent known as Jack Stiles slipped between those arms and dropped onto the dock, totally out for the count.
"Uncle?"
by Danii
Summary: When a certain unexpected import comes to Pulau Pulau, it will change the lives of two agents forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Emelia, or anyone else from the show 'Jack of All Trades'. They belong to Renaissance Pictures (even if they tossed then away carelessly). However, a few people are mine (not that I'll make an issue of it).
Distribution: TAKE! PLEASE!!! Just tell me where it is...
Feedback/Review: Please?
NOTE: This is my first fic in this fandom, however, I am a long time BC fan. I loved him as Auto, Ash, and others, and I've written fic with those two, so hopefully this will work out okay if not stellar.
Rating: PG-PG13
And now:
There are certain senses which a human being needs to survive in the real world, and Jack Stiles, living the life that he did, had honed these senses to near perfection.
So when he woke up with an odd queesy feeling in the pit of his stomach, he knew that the day was going to be interesting. And not in the good way, if his own personal version of luck had anything to do with it. But he did need to get up (it being past 4 o'clock in the afternoon and all), and there was nothing he could do about it, so with a grunt and a rather sleepy groan, Jack got out of bed.
He got dressed quickly in his breeches and coat, then made his way down to the kitchen to take in a little bit of coffee. God, but he loved that soupy brown stuff like nobody's business. He loved coffee almost as much as he loved mini-skirts. Almost, but not quite.
Luckily, Emilia didn't catch him getting up this late. As much as he loved his fiery blonde boss at times, she could be a real stickler for some things.
"I mean," he grumbled as he sucked down the revitalizing liquid, "If I wanted to get up like a normal person, I wouldn't've become a spy, now would I?"
"Yes, well," came a famliar female voice from behind him with a far too familiar tone, "You are supposed to APPEAR to be a normal person, as part of being a spy, aren't you?"
He didn't even argue. "Morning, Em."
"Good AFTERNOON, Jack..." replied Emilia as she made her way to where Jack was sitting, standing just in front of him, "Nice to see that your recent bout of drinking and such has not made you bed-ridden or dead, as the cause sometimes seems."
"Yeah, I'm fine," he admitted, sipping down more of the coffee, "Just a little tired."
She 'harumphed', a noise that the British agent had made into art.
"Well," Emilia continued, "That's just wonderful then, because we have been invited to dinner at the Governer's mansion today, and I would hate to have to tell him that my attache could not attend due to his monstrous hangover..."
"Wonderful..." Jack grumbled, "I have to deal with that pompous poof and his ever-so-suspicious cap-it-tan on a day like this..."
Emilia's eyebrow rose.
"And just what kind of day is it?" she asked, half sarcasm and half honest curiousity, "Some sort of American holiday where you eat more than an entire family has the right to and then fall asleep? Or is this one where you commemorate your veterans by doing absolutely nothing all day? Please, Jack, do tell me just what kind of day it is that you can't perform a very easy part of your job..."
"I can do my job, Emilia..." the American replied with a slight glare, "Any day, no matter what. I may not act like you do, or live the way you do, but I do my job the best way I can, and I do it well, okay sister? And stop making fun of my holidays...I mean, you Brits shouldn't talk, cause, like...what the hell's Boxing Day?"
Immediately, that fire lit in her eyes. "I'll have you know, Mr. Stiles, that Boxing Day commemorates-"
"It was rhetorical, Em..." Jack interrupted, not wanting to hear the three hour lecture on what the holiday was and the various wonders it held. He admired Emilia's patriotism, but he didn't like the speeches that occasionally came with it.
"Oh," she recovered. Then she got down to business, "Which reminds me. You and I should head down to the docks and check up on our shipments. The 'Anita Marie' came in today, but I've not had a chance to check up on what it's brought in due to your late awakening."
"What does my 'late awakening' have to do with anything?" he asked as he finished his coffee, "you coulda gone down and checked things."
"Hah. You forget, Jack, that YOU are my attache, and so I would never do such things without your help...at least not if I didn't wish to appear strange."
"Oh," he remembered, "Yeah."
"Yes, indeed," Emilia stressed, grabbing his hand out of his pocket, "Now come along and let's see what Captain Phillips has brought us today."
And Jack, like always, allowed her to drag him from his seat, out the door, and towards the docks.
It didn't take long to get there, Pulau Pulau being a rather small island and their home being quite close due to Emilia's shipping business. And when they got there, they found Captain Phillips standing on the dock in front of his ship while his workers unpacked the various imports that the Europeans of the island needed for their daily lives. When he saw them, he let out a greeting immediately.
"Why, Mr. Stiles and Mrs. Rothchild!" he shouted merrily, waving as the two he'd addressed walked up to where he stood, "How nice to see you this afternoon."
"And the same to you, Captain Phillips," Emilia responded at once in a sweet voice. She had always like Phillips. He might not bath regularly, or have the most refined sensabilities, but he was always on time and his cargo was there more often then it wasn't, a serious plus.
"Hi, Tom." Jack said jovially a moment later, greeting the capain by first name. Phillips was also a favorite of Jack's because during his leave, the two often drunk together, during which the captain usually told some interesting stories from one brothel or another in Jamaica or the Americas.
"Aye," the captain responded. "Your packages are being taken to your house as we speak, and I've already taken the items that you told me to take into the boat for export."
"Very good, Captain." Emilia said with a smile.
"However," the seaman continued with a rather strange smile, "I have two special packages for you, Mr. Stiles..."
"Special packages?" Jack asked, wondering just what kind of insane item the President could have sent him. Or anyone else.
"Aye," the captain confirmed, "The first is a letter from an woman, which I have kept safely with me the entire voyage."
"From a woman?" the American questioned, now VERY interested in just what the other package could be. "Lemme see..."
So the captain dug into his belt and pulled out a rather bent-up letter and handed it to Jack, who took it from his hand like a starving man offered a stake.
"Who could it be from, Jack?" Emilia asked, looking over his shoulder.
Immediately, that shoulder slumped as he saw just who had sent the letter.
"My sister..." the agent said, sounding considerably deflated, "It's from my sister."
"Well, then..." she urged, "Read it already..."
"'Dear Jacky-'"
"Jacky?"
He just looked at her, then went back to the letter.
"'How are things on that little island of yours? Things here in America are fine, as they always are. Andrew has finally gotten married (an idea you should get into your head sometime soon before Mother and Father strap you to a wagon and force you) and he seems happy with his new wife. They are already expecting a child. I include this information because I am unaware of just how much you are unaware of. You never seem to write to me or the rest of the family, you know. And we do miss you dearly. However, that is not truly the point of this letter.
"'I am writing to let you know that-'"
However, Jack was unable to finish his reading because as the last word left his lips, a blur of lace, ribbons, and green dress flew at him and gripped him around the chest in a hold as tight as a vise. Before looking down, Jack looked to the captain with many questions on his face.
"And that's your second package..." the captain told him with a grin almost as wide as a banana.
Carefully, as if dreading the creature who was even now squeezing him tighter, Jack looked down to see a bright face with gleaming brown eyes, a button nose, and pink little lips that were curved in a wide smile, all framed in black curly hair.
"Lexi?" The stunned agent asked carefully.
"Oh, Uncle Jack, it's so good to see you! And I'm so happy you recognize me!" the teenager that still clung to his body exclaimed cheerily in a light soprano voice.
"Lexi?"
"Oh, Uncle, I go by Alexandra now..." she told him playfully, "Something you should know since I'll be staying here for a while..."
"For a-"
"A couple of months..." the young girl continued, "Didn't Mother let you know?"
"A couple-"
And then Jack's entire mental switchboard shut down due to the amazing amount of different messages that it was trying to get done; in short, he discovered that you can only say one thing with one mouth, and that trying any more than that doesn't work. And so, the American agent known as Jack Stiles slipped between those arms and dropped onto the dock, totally out for the count.
"Uncle?"