Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Two: Four weeks earlier.
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Slater. S-L-A-T-E-R. Dorian Slater. I'm here to see Charlie Borden. I'm with the FBI," I say to the secretary.
"Badge, honey?" Her Bronx is showing.
Well, that's what I want to say, but I comply, showing this broad my badge.
"Have a seat and I'll call ya when he's ready for ya," she speaks in a condesending tone.
"Screw this, *honey*," I mimic and open the door to Charlie's office. "You need better hired help, Chuckie."
"Agent Slater. Come in. Sit down. Coffee?" he offers.
"No. Let's get down to business. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be," I speak slowly and evenly as not to confuse him and his lackey. I pause as I sense two others joining us in the cramped office.
"Ah, Agent Fawkes, Agent Hobbes, I'd like you to meet Agent Dorian Slater of the FBI," Charlie Borden says, standing up. I narrow my eyes at him and turn to face the two men.
My eyes immediately go to the shorter of the two. I look him over and take in his partner.
My heart stops. Fireworks go off. I can't breathe. I hope I can find my voice.
"Darien?" I choke out.
"Dorian?" he answers.
I scream and run into his arms. He picks me up and swings me around.
"It's been too long, my love," I whisper. He leans down and presses our foreheads together.
"Yeah, yeah, it has, Dori," he says, his voice breaking.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Fawkes?" Agent Hobbes pipes up.
I turn towards the man and smile when a very possessive arm snakes its way around my waist. Just to ease Darien, I lean into him and place a hand on his chest.
"I'm Dorian Slater, and we're old friends, me and Darien."
"I see," Hobbes says, "I'm Bobby Hobbes."
"Lovely to meet you," I say, shaking the hand extended toward me.
"Likewise," Bobby says. He's being charming. If my heart didn't belong to Darien, I might be interested in him. "Boss, we got a reason to be here?"
"The dossier on the case won't be here for another six hours. This is an introductory meeting," Eberts interjects.
"Thank you, *Eberts*," Hobbes says pointedly.
"So, we can get out of here for a while?" Darien asks. His arm is still around me. I don't think he's going to let go anytime soon. Not that I mind.
"Yes, but not until you visit the Keeper. It's Monday, Fawkes," The Official just seems to bellow no matter what he says.
"Fine, I remembered it was Monday, chief. I'm the raving lunatic, remember?" Darien says sarcastically. I look at him with questioning eyes, only to meet his wincing ones. I immediately know that he'll explain later.
"Well, Darien, if you're free for a few hours, maybe we could go grab a bite to eat or something," I say, playing gently with the collar on his shirt.
"Yeah, sure thing, Dori. I've just got to go check with the Keep first, okay?" He's almost whispering. Whatever is going on, he doesn't really want me to get wrapped up in it. I am not about to give up easily, however.
"Fine, I'll walk with you, Dare," I smile at him. He gives me a wilting look and finally agrees. He looks at the Official who gives his silent agreement and turns us towards the door. For a moment, I think Hobbes is going to follow us, but he doesn't.
***************
"Darien?" I push him gently.
"Yeah, Dori?"
"Why do you have to go see this Keeper person?"
"Long story, baby. And you don't want to know, ok?"
"No, stop, rewind, I do want to know," I pause to take his hands in mine, "We can talk about it over our lunch, ok?" He gives me that same wilting look from the Official's office and nods his aquiescence.
We stop as we come to a large steel door, and Darien takes his hands back momentarily to take a grey card out of his back pocket and slide it into the lock on the right side of the door.
"Claire? You in here?" he calls.
A blonde woman steps out from behind a pile of files and loose papers. "Darien," she says, flustered, "I wasn't expecting you yet."
"I can see that. You need some help there, Keepy?" Darien offers, always the gentleman.
"No," she pauses looking at me, "Um, are you going out on a mission, Darien?"
"No, not yet, and you can say anything in front of Dorian. I'm going to tell her anyway," Darien's voice is thick with emotion. "Claire, this is Dorian Slater, my wife."
I look at him, shocked. "I bet it's been a while since you've said that, Dare," I speak softly to him. He only nods. "So, you're the Keeper? Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Darien, wife?" she asks.
"Yeah, I guess you went back to your maiden name after..." he trails off.
"Yeah, I did. Dorian Slater-Fawkes was too long to write in my line of work," I joke. His smile is painful, but genuine.
"Darien, your shot," Claire says quietly.
"Yeah, excuse us, sweetie," he whispers in my ear. I watch them as I have been trained to do my entire adult life. But I can't stop stumbling over one little detail: Darien actually introduced me as his wife. He never did that the entire time we were together.
The past comes rushing back to me: the day we were married. The day I met Kevin. The day Darien was arrested for the third time...
**********
We were both in the same store at the mall. Of all the insane places. We both went for the same book in the bookstore. A book of quotes, I don't remember which one now. I didn't believe in love at first sight then, and I don't believe it now. But something between us just clicked. We went for coffee and talked about everything.
We walked back to my apartment. Now, to this day, I always swear that it wasn't my intent to seduce him that day, but that's the way it happened.
We got married seven months later, and were damned happy until Darien got arrested for the second time.
I wasn't stupid. I knew what he was. He was a thief. But I turned my blindest eye to that fact, and maybe I shouldn't have, but I did.
I bailed him out like the dutiful wife I was supposed to be. But apparently someone had called his brother. I had never met Kevin; he didn't even bother coming to our wedding.
Kevin spoke softly, logically, like the doctor he was. He introduced himself and said he was pleased to meet me. He apologized for missing the wedding, siting that work kept him from it.
We talked for a bit, both of us waiting for Darien to be processed and released. He asked a lot of questions about our life together. Were we happy, did we have any children, that kind of thing. I gave him the answers he was apparently looking for, because he seemed satisfied with my answers.
"Dori?" Darien's voice sounded sad as he came out into the waiting room. I jumped up and hugged him close. He returned the embrace, and I, to this day, swear that I felt a tear on my shoulder.
I pulled back from him and held his face in my hands. "Let's go home," I whispered putting our foreheads together. He only nodded. I guess that's when he noticed Kevin, because he immediately tensed.
"Who called him?" he asked me. I told him I didn't know, and that he should just let it be. He nodded and started towards the door.
"Darien," Kevin called, "Give me a call sometime this week. We need to talk about something."
Darien only nodded and started walking again. I don't think Darien ever called Kevin that week. Or any other week for that matter.
A couple of years went by and we were happier than any two people could've been. We'd both decided that we were too childish to even attempt rearing children of our own yet. We were young; we had time to wait.
We had been married for 7 years when Dare got arrested for the third time. He was so sorry that he'd gotten arrested, but all he could tell me to do was to forget about him and move on. He divorced me from his prison cell and wouldn't take my calls. I guess he was ashamed of what he'd done and didn't want me to suffer the shame with him. But what he didn't understand was that I would've gladly suffered the shame and a million things worse for him...
I tried to move on, but my heart still belonged to him.
Kevin called me 6 weeks later and told me Darien was dead, killed in a freak accident at the prison he was transfered to. I was devistated. I wanted to curl up in a corner and die to be with him. But noone would've let me do that, so I healed as best I could and went back to work.
At the FBI as a specialist in criminal behavior. That's how I wound up at the Agency. I was briefed on the case and told to keep my mouth shut (not in so many words) about anything I saw there. I agreed and travelled to San Diego to do my work and go home.
I hadn't been back to California since Darien was killed. I was moderately pleased in my job with the FBI. It wasn't what I'd originally planned to do with my life, but it was okay as far as jobs went.
But here he is, alive and working for a government agency, no less... Talk about your ironies...
TBC..... Are ya itching for more? Feedback is very welcome....
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Slater. S-L-A-T-E-R. Dorian Slater. I'm here to see Charlie Borden. I'm with the FBI," I say to the secretary.
"Badge, honey?" Her Bronx is showing.
Well, that's what I want to say, but I comply, showing this broad my badge.
"Have a seat and I'll call ya when he's ready for ya," she speaks in a condesending tone.
"Screw this, *honey*," I mimic and open the door to Charlie's office. "You need better hired help, Chuckie."
"Agent Slater. Come in. Sit down. Coffee?" he offers.
"No. Let's get down to business. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be," I speak slowly and evenly as not to confuse him and his lackey. I pause as I sense two others joining us in the cramped office.
"Ah, Agent Fawkes, Agent Hobbes, I'd like you to meet Agent Dorian Slater of the FBI," Charlie Borden says, standing up. I narrow my eyes at him and turn to face the two men.
My eyes immediately go to the shorter of the two. I look him over and take in his partner.
My heart stops. Fireworks go off. I can't breathe. I hope I can find my voice.
"Darien?" I choke out.
"Dorian?" he answers.
I scream and run into his arms. He picks me up and swings me around.
"It's been too long, my love," I whisper. He leans down and presses our foreheads together.
"Yeah, yeah, it has, Dori," he says, his voice breaking.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Fawkes?" Agent Hobbes pipes up.
I turn towards the man and smile when a very possessive arm snakes its way around my waist. Just to ease Darien, I lean into him and place a hand on his chest.
"I'm Dorian Slater, and we're old friends, me and Darien."
"I see," Hobbes says, "I'm Bobby Hobbes."
"Lovely to meet you," I say, shaking the hand extended toward me.
"Likewise," Bobby says. He's being charming. If my heart didn't belong to Darien, I might be interested in him. "Boss, we got a reason to be here?"
"The dossier on the case won't be here for another six hours. This is an introductory meeting," Eberts interjects.
"Thank you, *Eberts*," Hobbes says pointedly.
"So, we can get out of here for a while?" Darien asks. His arm is still around me. I don't think he's going to let go anytime soon. Not that I mind.
"Yes, but not until you visit the Keeper. It's Monday, Fawkes," The Official just seems to bellow no matter what he says.
"Fine, I remembered it was Monday, chief. I'm the raving lunatic, remember?" Darien says sarcastically. I look at him with questioning eyes, only to meet his wincing ones. I immediately know that he'll explain later.
"Well, Darien, if you're free for a few hours, maybe we could go grab a bite to eat or something," I say, playing gently with the collar on his shirt.
"Yeah, sure thing, Dori. I've just got to go check with the Keep first, okay?" He's almost whispering. Whatever is going on, he doesn't really want me to get wrapped up in it. I am not about to give up easily, however.
"Fine, I'll walk with you, Dare," I smile at him. He gives me a wilting look and finally agrees. He looks at the Official who gives his silent agreement and turns us towards the door. For a moment, I think Hobbes is going to follow us, but he doesn't.
***************
"Darien?" I push him gently.
"Yeah, Dori?"
"Why do you have to go see this Keeper person?"
"Long story, baby. And you don't want to know, ok?"
"No, stop, rewind, I do want to know," I pause to take his hands in mine, "We can talk about it over our lunch, ok?" He gives me that same wilting look from the Official's office and nods his aquiescence.
We stop as we come to a large steel door, and Darien takes his hands back momentarily to take a grey card out of his back pocket and slide it into the lock on the right side of the door.
"Claire? You in here?" he calls.
A blonde woman steps out from behind a pile of files and loose papers. "Darien," she says, flustered, "I wasn't expecting you yet."
"I can see that. You need some help there, Keepy?" Darien offers, always the gentleman.
"No," she pauses looking at me, "Um, are you going out on a mission, Darien?"
"No, not yet, and you can say anything in front of Dorian. I'm going to tell her anyway," Darien's voice is thick with emotion. "Claire, this is Dorian Slater, my wife."
I look at him, shocked. "I bet it's been a while since you've said that, Dare," I speak softly to him. He only nods. "So, you're the Keeper? Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Darien, wife?" she asks.
"Yeah, I guess you went back to your maiden name after..." he trails off.
"Yeah, I did. Dorian Slater-Fawkes was too long to write in my line of work," I joke. His smile is painful, but genuine.
"Darien, your shot," Claire says quietly.
"Yeah, excuse us, sweetie," he whispers in my ear. I watch them as I have been trained to do my entire adult life. But I can't stop stumbling over one little detail: Darien actually introduced me as his wife. He never did that the entire time we were together.
The past comes rushing back to me: the day we were married. The day I met Kevin. The day Darien was arrested for the third time...
**********
We were both in the same store at the mall. Of all the insane places. We both went for the same book in the bookstore. A book of quotes, I don't remember which one now. I didn't believe in love at first sight then, and I don't believe it now. But something between us just clicked. We went for coffee and talked about everything.
We walked back to my apartment. Now, to this day, I always swear that it wasn't my intent to seduce him that day, but that's the way it happened.
We got married seven months later, and were damned happy until Darien got arrested for the second time.
I wasn't stupid. I knew what he was. He was a thief. But I turned my blindest eye to that fact, and maybe I shouldn't have, but I did.
I bailed him out like the dutiful wife I was supposed to be. But apparently someone had called his brother. I had never met Kevin; he didn't even bother coming to our wedding.
Kevin spoke softly, logically, like the doctor he was. He introduced himself and said he was pleased to meet me. He apologized for missing the wedding, siting that work kept him from it.
We talked for a bit, both of us waiting for Darien to be processed and released. He asked a lot of questions about our life together. Were we happy, did we have any children, that kind of thing. I gave him the answers he was apparently looking for, because he seemed satisfied with my answers.
"Dori?" Darien's voice sounded sad as he came out into the waiting room. I jumped up and hugged him close. He returned the embrace, and I, to this day, swear that I felt a tear on my shoulder.
I pulled back from him and held his face in my hands. "Let's go home," I whispered putting our foreheads together. He only nodded. I guess that's when he noticed Kevin, because he immediately tensed.
"Who called him?" he asked me. I told him I didn't know, and that he should just let it be. He nodded and started towards the door.
"Darien," Kevin called, "Give me a call sometime this week. We need to talk about something."
Darien only nodded and started walking again. I don't think Darien ever called Kevin that week. Or any other week for that matter.
A couple of years went by and we were happier than any two people could've been. We'd both decided that we were too childish to even attempt rearing children of our own yet. We were young; we had time to wait.
We had been married for 7 years when Dare got arrested for the third time. He was so sorry that he'd gotten arrested, but all he could tell me to do was to forget about him and move on. He divorced me from his prison cell and wouldn't take my calls. I guess he was ashamed of what he'd done and didn't want me to suffer the shame with him. But what he didn't understand was that I would've gladly suffered the shame and a million things worse for him...
I tried to move on, but my heart still belonged to him.
Kevin called me 6 weeks later and told me Darien was dead, killed in a freak accident at the prison he was transfered to. I was devistated. I wanted to curl up in a corner and die to be with him. But noone would've let me do that, so I healed as best I could and went back to work.
At the FBI as a specialist in criminal behavior. That's how I wound up at the Agency. I was briefed on the case and told to keep my mouth shut (not in so many words) about anything I saw there. I agreed and travelled to San Diego to do my work and go home.
I hadn't been back to California since Darien was killed. I was moderately pleased in my job with the FBI. It wasn't what I'd originally planned to do with my life, but it was okay as far as jobs went.
But here he is, alive and working for a government agency, no less... Talk about your ironies...
TBC..... Are ya itching for more? Feedback is very welcome....