Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Four: A day in the life...
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing...
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. This is a very short chapter to tide everyone over until I pull myself out of my conciously-created slump. (Very long story, in and of itself...)
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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Darien is nothing if not totally unpredictible. I never in a million years would've guessed that he'd ask me to re-marry him.
But hey, I won't complain.
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"Darien," I try to say. It's kinda hard to talk when we're making out like teenagers, but we have twenty minutes to get back to the Agency or we're in trouble.
As much as I dislike Charlie Borden, he is my superior on this case, and I don't really want to piss him off on the first day. I'll save that for later.
"Darien, we've got to go!" I yell, pushing him off onto the floor. He just looks at me with those "wounded puppy" eyes and pouts. He gets up on his knees looks me in the eyes. "And don't give me that! I don't have security in this yet. I could still be shipped back to Washington."
"All right. But we better be able to finish this tonight," he smiles seductively and kisses me softly on the lips. Damn tease...
"You better believe it, mister," I whisper in his ear.
We walk down to his car, and it's like it was when we were dating. He opens and closes the door for me before walking over and getting in the driver's seat.
"So, what does this mission entail?" he asks.
"I don't know, Dare. Charlie doesn't even have the dossier yet. How would I know?"
"Come on, Dori. You're amazing in the sack, but you're a horrible liar."
"Fine, yes, yes, I know, but I can't tell you. Not until your boss has the file on his desk and in his grimy little hands."
"You don't like the Official, do you?"
"No, I've known Charlie Borden for about four months and the longer I know him, the more I dislike him."
"I can't see why. He's such a likable guy," he smirks.
I make my annoyed face at him and he just smiles.
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"Your mission -- and once again, you don't have a choice -- is to retrieve a file from known criminal mastermind Leopold Brighton. He's wanted for terrorism in the United States, as well as the UK and Spain. But we get him first." Oh, Lord, this bastard is actually smiling. International terrorist and he's smiling. "You'll be going undercover, Agent Slater, as his newest 'acquisition'. A new lady to add to his harem."
Ok, now I'm pissed. I stand up and shout, "I am *not* going to whore myself out! I don't give a shit what you say! This was *not* part of the original deal!"
"Dori, calm down. I don't think he means for you to 'whore yourself out'," Darien pauses, his eyes blazing in almost anger, "Do you?"
"No, most certainly not. Besides, Slater, you don't have the training in CTS. The ladies of his harem are his private servants. Not his toys." The Official covers his ass well, I'll give him that.
"Fine, that's doable," I say, sitting back down. "What am I looking for?"
"One file. Intellegence reports that it's on his personal computer. We will give you the papers you should read over before going in," Eberts explains. "Darien and Robert will be waiting for your signal to retrieve the disk. Darien might have to use his, uh, talents to get to you."
"It's ok. I know about QS9300. It's in Darien's back brain," I retort.
"You told her?!?!" The Official bellows.
"I had to. Okay, I kept one secret from Dor in the eight years we knew each other and I paid the price," Darien spoke very quietly, an almost whisper. I slide my hand over the table to cover his. He takes it and squeezes gently.
"Okay, when does this operation go into affect?" I ask. I want to be married before I go on any kamakaze missions, damnit.
"In two weeks. So, you have time to put your affairs in order before you disappear, so to speak. You will also need some extra training, Agent Slater," Eberts answers.
"Fine. Darien and I want to be married as soon as possible. I want your help clearing the paperwork, Charlie," I say. I'm demanding, I know, but hey, what the hell, right?
"Married?" There the guy goes with the bellowing again. He's going to blow a gasket if he's not careful.
"Yes, married. Can you clear up the red tape or not?" I push.
"We need to discuss this, Dor," Darien speaks quietly.
"Why?" I turn to face him. "Why do we need to discuss this? It's what we both want, and it's what we'll have, one way or another." I look at the Official.
"Done," he says sourly.
"Good. Two days from now, noon, at City Hall." I really should stop pushing this man around. I know he requested me special for this case, but he is my superior for now and possibly a while longer.
"Any questions?" Eberts surveys the group.
"No." I shake my head.
"Nope." Bobby looks pretty laid-back, ready for a beer and a football game almost.
"Um, I have one," Darien speaks up. "What about Dor's safety? How high of a risk are we running here?"
"The highest. If she is caught, she could be executed by Brighton," Eberts says timidly, as if Darien was going to jump out of his chair and throttle him.
"Darien, I have to do this. I'm the only specialist available for the assignment. No one else can be reached for months," I stare into his big brown eyes as I speak. "I have to do this."
He looks like he's going to cry. He reminds me of a Shakespeare quote. "Oh, God, I have an ill-divining soul."
I repeat myself, "I have to do this." I reach up to trail my fingertips down his jawline. I kiss him softly on the lips, hoping that will put him at ease, even a little bit.
I love him, but he worries to much. I swear, he's going to make little lines in that gorgeous face of his way before his time.
He closes his eyes and nods his agreement. He leans over and whispers in my ear: "You sound like Hobbes." This brings a smile to my face, as well as one to his.
"We done here?" I ask.
Eberts looks at his boss expectantly. "Yes, I believe so. Oh, one last thing. Everyone is to have their pagers with them at all times. You are on-call 24/7 until the operation goes into affect. In case we need to step up our timetable. But all preliminary reports give no indication of urgency."
"Fine, let's go, Darien. We've got things to do," I stand up as I reply. Darien stands and takes my hand. I smile inwardly at the not-quite comfortable looks on the others' faces.
"We're gone," Darien says, smiling.
TBC..... Is everyone still awake?
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing...
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. This is a very short chapter to tide everyone over until I pull myself out of my conciously-created slump. (Very long story, in and of itself...)
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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Darien is nothing if not totally unpredictible. I never in a million years would've guessed that he'd ask me to re-marry him.
But hey, I won't complain.
*************************************
"Darien," I try to say. It's kinda hard to talk when we're making out like teenagers, but we have twenty minutes to get back to the Agency or we're in trouble.
As much as I dislike Charlie Borden, he is my superior on this case, and I don't really want to piss him off on the first day. I'll save that for later.
"Darien, we've got to go!" I yell, pushing him off onto the floor. He just looks at me with those "wounded puppy" eyes and pouts. He gets up on his knees looks me in the eyes. "And don't give me that! I don't have security in this yet. I could still be shipped back to Washington."
"All right. But we better be able to finish this tonight," he smiles seductively and kisses me softly on the lips. Damn tease...
"You better believe it, mister," I whisper in his ear.
We walk down to his car, and it's like it was when we were dating. He opens and closes the door for me before walking over and getting in the driver's seat.
"So, what does this mission entail?" he asks.
"I don't know, Dare. Charlie doesn't even have the dossier yet. How would I know?"
"Come on, Dori. You're amazing in the sack, but you're a horrible liar."
"Fine, yes, yes, I know, but I can't tell you. Not until your boss has the file on his desk and in his grimy little hands."
"You don't like the Official, do you?"
"No, I've known Charlie Borden for about four months and the longer I know him, the more I dislike him."
"I can't see why. He's such a likable guy," he smirks.
I make my annoyed face at him and he just smiles.
**************************************
"Your mission -- and once again, you don't have a choice -- is to retrieve a file from known criminal mastermind Leopold Brighton. He's wanted for terrorism in the United States, as well as the UK and Spain. But we get him first." Oh, Lord, this bastard is actually smiling. International terrorist and he's smiling. "You'll be going undercover, Agent Slater, as his newest 'acquisition'. A new lady to add to his harem."
Ok, now I'm pissed. I stand up and shout, "I am *not* going to whore myself out! I don't give a shit what you say! This was *not* part of the original deal!"
"Dori, calm down. I don't think he means for you to 'whore yourself out'," Darien pauses, his eyes blazing in almost anger, "Do you?"
"No, most certainly not. Besides, Slater, you don't have the training in CTS. The ladies of his harem are his private servants. Not his toys." The Official covers his ass well, I'll give him that.
"Fine, that's doable," I say, sitting back down. "What am I looking for?"
"One file. Intellegence reports that it's on his personal computer. We will give you the papers you should read over before going in," Eberts explains. "Darien and Robert will be waiting for your signal to retrieve the disk. Darien might have to use his, uh, talents to get to you."
"It's ok. I know about QS9300. It's in Darien's back brain," I retort.
"You told her?!?!" The Official bellows.
"I had to. Okay, I kept one secret from Dor in the eight years we knew each other and I paid the price," Darien spoke very quietly, an almost whisper. I slide my hand over the table to cover his. He takes it and squeezes gently.
"Okay, when does this operation go into affect?" I ask. I want to be married before I go on any kamakaze missions, damnit.
"In two weeks. So, you have time to put your affairs in order before you disappear, so to speak. You will also need some extra training, Agent Slater," Eberts answers.
"Fine. Darien and I want to be married as soon as possible. I want your help clearing the paperwork, Charlie," I say. I'm demanding, I know, but hey, what the hell, right?
"Married?" There the guy goes with the bellowing again. He's going to blow a gasket if he's not careful.
"Yes, married. Can you clear up the red tape or not?" I push.
"We need to discuss this, Dor," Darien speaks quietly.
"Why?" I turn to face him. "Why do we need to discuss this? It's what we both want, and it's what we'll have, one way or another." I look at the Official.
"Done," he says sourly.
"Good. Two days from now, noon, at City Hall." I really should stop pushing this man around. I know he requested me special for this case, but he is my superior for now and possibly a while longer.
"Any questions?" Eberts surveys the group.
"No." I shake my head.
"Nope." Bobby looks pretty laid-back, ready for a beer and a football game almost.
"Um, I have one," Darien speaks up. "What about Dor's safety? How high of a risk are we running here?"
"The highest. If she is caught, she could be executed by Brighton," Eberts says timidly, as if Darien was going to jump out of his chair and throttle him.
"Darien, I have to do this. I'm the only specialist available for the assignment. No one else can be reached for months," I stare into his big brown eyes as I speak. "I have to do this."
He looks like he's going to cry. He reminds me of a Shakespeare quote. "Oh, God, I have an ill-divining soul."
I repeat myself, "I have to do this." I reach up to trail my fingertips down his jawline. I kiss him softly on the lips, hoping that will put him at ease, even a little bit.
I love him, but he worries to much. I swear, he's going to make little lines in that gorgeous face of his way before his time.
He closes his eyes and nods his agreement. He leans over and whispers in my ear: "You sound like Hobbes." This brings a smile to my face, as well as one to his.
"We done here?" I ask.
Eberts looks at his boss expectantly. "Yes, I believe so. Oh, one last thing. Everyone is to have their pagers with them at all times. You are on-call 24/7 until the operation goes into affect. In case we need to step up our timetable. But all preliminary reports give no indication of urgency."
"Fine, let's go, Darien. We've got things to do," I stand up as I reply. Darien stands and takes my hand. I smile inwardly at the not-quite comfortable looks on the others' faces.
"We're gone," Darien says, smiling.
TBC..... Is everyone still awake?