Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Five: The Mission
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing...
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, and a little Action/Adventure in this chapter.
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 taken from Dorian's diary and communiques to the Agency. It flips back and forth between the two. So, whenever you see the line of five astricks, it's changed... It starts on Dori's diary.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater and Leopold Brighten. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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I'm beginning to wonder why I took this assignment. I've been here in Brighten's compound for a week now and have not even seen the guy. I wonder if he even exists.
All I have done this week is make martinis and cucumber sandwiches. Boring. If I wanted to do that I could've stayed home.
Home. Home is where the heart is. I've always wondered who said that. For me, home is with Darien.
Darien. God, I miss him. I feel such an emptiness at his absence. I wake up at night reaching out for him, only to feel the cold satin of the sheets next to me where he should be.
The two weeks before I came here were the best two weeks of my life. Darien managed to convince the Official to get me a transfer to the Agency. I'm now an agent for the Department of Health and Human Services.
Of course, I would've been happy under Fish and Game, if that was where Darien was. But as it is, Alex Monroe came in like a whirlwind, spinning all our heads into an unnatural orbit around her son.
I'm sorry her kid got kidnapped, but the whole world does *not* revolve around her...
Ok, I suppose I should talk a little about the mission. There's a guard here who's undercover that I can trust. He's often sent on errands and takes my letters of communication to Bobby. I've also sent a more personal letter with Sammie -- the guard -- for Darien. I'm sure he's worried out of his mind. I tell him that he's going to get old way before his time with all the worrying he does. He just tells me that as long as he's getting old with me, he doesn't care.
Yesterday, I was making the cucumber sandwiches I always make around noon, when a young man came into the kitchen and began rummaging around in the utinsil drawers. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a gold pin on his jacket, but I couldn't be sure. But then, earlier today, I saw the same man in the gardens with a bunch of other suits. They were all wearing gold pins. I managed to get close enough to tell that the pins were in the shape of a DNA strain. I thought I would die. How is Chrysalis involved with Leopold Brighten? Maybe Dare and Bobby can find out.
Dorian Slater-Fawkes
25 June 2001
*****
To: DesertLeader
From: RavenHeat
RE: the Rabbit
Chrysalis presence detected in compound. Await instruction.
Raven
P.S. What's up with the code names?
To: RavenHeat
From: DesertLeader
RE: the Rabbit
Chrysalis? Positive ID required. Code names necessary for protection. Destroy communique immediately.
Leader
To: RavenHeat
From: FoxForceOne
RE: the Rabbit
Like the name? I thought you would. Keep up the great work. TO's really kind of impressed with your work. I miss you and I'll see you soon, sweetie. I love you.
FoxForceOne
*****
Positive ID? Oh, that must mean they need pictures. Damn. Now, I've got to think of a way to get ID and that damn file. I'm just going in. Screw all this covert shit. I cannot sit in here and wait to be trusted. I know where Brighten's main office is and I believe I can get in and out in five minutes. It'll be a stretch, but I think I can do it. Tomorrow, I'll go in for it tomorrow at midnight. Leopold will be out of town tomorrow night, so I think I'll be okay.
D. S. F.
27 June 2001
*****
To: DesertLeader
From: RavenHeat
RE: the Rabbit
Going in tomorrow night at the witching hour. Don't bother saying no. Sick of this bullshit.
Raven
To: RavenHeat
From: HobbieHunter
RE: the Rabbit
You told TO not to tell you no, but you didn't say anything about your husband's partner. I'm telling you to reconsider. It's suicide. If you still do go ahead, remember that me and Fox are going to be parked two miles away, waiting for you. You maybe Fox's wife, but you're my friend and I don't want anything to happen to you.
Hobbie
*****
Aw, Bobby cares. Note to self: Give Bobby a big 'ol kiss on the cheek.
It's four in the afternoon now, so I have eight hours to get ready. I got the positive ID on the pins. Definately Chrysalis. I'm left wondering the connection, but I'll know everything once I get that file.
D.S.F.
28 June 2001
*****
AN: We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this special bulletin.
This is where the bouncing stops and heads into real action type stuff. No more diary or communiques.
We now take you to your regularly scheduled programming, already in progress.
*****
It's quiet. Almost too quiet. The halls are dark and waiting to be plundered by yours truly.
Brighten's office seems much smaller than in the blueprints I studied. But not so different from my own office back at the Agency.
I look around the dark office and stride over to the desk. Luckily for me, his computer is still on and I begin my search for the right file.
I swear, these big cheese types pick some dorky names for their files. The one I'm looking for is supposedly called "BugsBunny". Naming files of mass murder and bio-terrorism after a children's cartoon character definately rates a nine on the Dorian Sick-O-Meter.
Cool, I found it. I check my watch and am rewarded. I still have 2 minutes to get out of the compound before my personal time limit is up. I have about 12 minutes before anyone notices anything wrong. By then, I'll be to the van.
I put the disk in the drive and save the file on it. As quietly as possible, I close the door and run down the hall. When I get to the double doors that lead out to the garden, I remove my gun from the holster around my thigh. Checking for guards, I silently step out on to the cement patio.
I'm home free....
*****
I reach the van in what has to be record time. I open the side door and climb in quickly. Bobby's so surprised that he checks his watch three times before saying hello to me.
"No time for pleasantries. Let's get the fuck outta dodge, please," I say, out of breath. Running two miles in under ten minutes is no easy task.
Darien crawls into the back with me. "Dori, are you ok? Did anyone try to stop you? Is that why you were running?"
I hold my index finger to his lips to make him stop talking. I smile at him and he smiles back. The relief from him is almost tangible. Something you could reach out and wrap around you like a blanket.
I catch my breath rather quickly and reply, "Yes, no, no. Now, shut up and kiss me."
He smiles, but obliges gladly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Bobby yells from the front seat. "No sex in my van, damnit!"
At that, I erupt into a fit of giggles. "Aw, poor Bobby..."
"No, ain't no 'Poor Bobby,' it's just a rule, Dori," he snipes. I set the disk and my gun down on the floor of the van and crawl up towards the front seat.
"Aw, Bobby," I say, patting the top of his head. "I'm okay, and I made it out alive. Aren't ya happy to see me?" I remember my note to self from my diary and kiss him on the cheek.
"What's that for?" he asks.
"For being my friend," I whisper. "Now, when will we be arriving at the office?"
"In about three hours," Darien answers. "And in the meantime, you are going to get some rest, missy."
"Yes, sir," I reply solemnly. I lay back against Darien's chest and sigh softly when I hear his heartbeat. He puts his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. "I love you, Dare."
"I love you, too, Dori."
TBC... I have two, maybe three more parts in the works. Feedback is always appreciated!
AriellaGiselle
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing...
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, and a little Action/Adventure in this chapter.
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 taken from Dorian's diary and communiques to the Agency. It flips back and forth between the two. So, whenever you see the line of five astricks, it's changed... It starts on Dori's diary.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater and Leopold Brighten. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
I'm beginning to wonder why I took this assignment. I've been here in Brighten's compound for a week now and have not even seen the guy. I wonder if he even exists.
All I have done this week is make martinis and cucumber sandwiches. Boring. If I wanted to do that I could've stayed home.
Home. Home is where the heart is. I've always wondered who said that. For me, home is with Darien.
Darien. God, I miss him. I feel such an emptiness at his absence. I wake up at night reaching out for him, only to feel the cold satin of the sheets next to me where he should be.
The two weeks before I came here were the best two weeks of my life. Darien managed to convince the Official to get me a transfer to the Agency. I'm now an agent for the Department of Health and Human Services.
Of course, I would've been happy under Fish and Game, if that was where Darien was. But as it is, Alex Monroe came in like a whirlwind, spinning all our heads into an unnatural orbit around her son.
I'm sorry her kid got kidnapped, but the whole world does *not* revolve around her...
Ok, I suppose I should talk a little about the mission. There's a guard here who's undercover that I can trust. He's often sent on errands and takes my letters of communication to Bobby. I've also sent a more personal letter with Sammie -- the guard -- for Darien. I'm sure he's worried out of his mind. I tell him that he's going to get old way before his time with all the worrying he does. He just tells me that as long as he's getting old with me, he doesn't care.
Yesterday, I was making the cucumber sandwiches I always make around noon, when a young man came into the kitchen and began rummaging around in the utinsil drawers. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a gold pin on his jacket, but I couldn't be sure. But then, earlier today, I saw the same man in the gardens with a bunch of other suits. They were all wearing gold pins. I managed to get close enough to tell that the pins were in the shape of a DNA strain. I thought I would die. How is Chrysalis involved with Leopold Brighten? Maybe Dare and Bobby can find out.
Dorian Slater-Fawkes
25 June 2001
*****
To: DesertLeader
From: RavenHeat
RE: the Rabbit
Chrysalis presence detected in compound. Await instruction.
Raven
P.S. What's up with the code names?
To: RavenHeat
From: DesertLeader
RE: the Rabbit
Chrysalis? Positive ID required. Code names necessary for protection. Destroy communique immediately.
Leader
To: RavenHeat
From: FoxForceOne
RE: the Rabbit
Like the name? I thought you would. Keep up the great work. TO's really kind of impressed with your work. I miss you and I'll see you soon, sweetie. I love you.
FoxForceOne
*****
Positive ID? Oh, that must mean they need pictures. Damn. Now, I've got to think of a way to get ID and that damn file. I'm just going in. Screw all this covert shit. I cannot sit in here and wait to be trusted. I know where Brighten's main office is and I believe I can get in and out in five minutes. It'll be a stretch, but I think I can do it. Tomorrow, I'll go in for it tomorrow at midnight. Leopold will be out of town tomorrow night, so I think I'll be okay.
D. S. F.
27 June 2001
*****
To: DesertLeader
From: RavenHeat
RE: the Rabbit
Going in tomorrow night at the witching hour. Don't bother saying no. Sick of this bullshit.
Raven
To: RavenHeat
From: HobbieHunter
RE: the Rabbit
You told TO not to tell you no, but you didn't say anything about your husband's partner. I'm telling you to reconsider. It's suicide. If you still do go ahead, remember that me and Fox are going to be parked two miles away, waiting for you. You maybe Fox's wife, but you're my friend and I don't want anything to happen to you.
Hobbie
*****
Aw, Bobby cares. Note to self: Give Bobby a big 'ol kiss on the cheek.
It's four in the afternoon now, so I have eight hours to get ready. I got the positive ID on the pins. Definately Chrysalis. I'm left wondering the connection, but I'll know everything once I get that file.
D.S.F.
28 June 2001
*****
AN: We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this special bulletin.
This is where the bouncing stops and heads into real action type stuff. No more diary or communiques.
We now take you to your regularly scheduled programming, already in progress.
*****
It's quiet. Almost too quiet. The halls are dark and waiting to be plundered by yours truly.
Brighten's office seems much smaller than in the blueprints I studied. But not so different from my own office back at the Agency.
I look around the dark office and stride over to the desk. Luckily for me, his computer is still on and I begin my search for the right file.
I swear, these big cheese types pick some dorky names for their files. The one I'm looking for is supposedly called "BugsBunny". Naming files of mass murder and bio-terrorism after a children's cartoon character definately rates a nine on the Dorian Sick-O-Meter.
Cool, I found it. I check my watch and am rewarded. I still have 2 minutes to get out of the compound before my personal time limit is up. I have about 12 minutes before anyone notices anything wrong. By then, I'll be to the van.
I put the disk in the drive and save the file on it. As quietly as possible, I close the door and run down the hall. When I get to the double doors that lead out to the garden, I remove my gun from the holster around my thigh. Checking for guards, I silently step out on to the cement patio.
I'm home free....
*****
I reach the van in what has to be record time. I open the side door and climb in quickly. Bobby's so surprised that he checks his watch three times before saying hello to me.
"No time for pleasantries. Let's get the fuck outta dodge, please," I say, out of breath. Running two miles in under ten minutes is no easy task.
Darien crawls into the back with me. "Dori, are you ok? Did anyone try to stop you? Is that why you were running?"
I hold my index finger to his lips to make him stop talking. I smile at him and he smiles back. The relief from him is almost tangible. Something you could reach out and wrap around you like a blanket.
I catch my breath rather quickly and reply, "Yes, no, no. Now, shut up and kiss me."
He smiles, but obliges gladly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Bobby yells from the front seat. "No sex in my van, damnit!"
At that, I erupt into a fit of giggles. "Aw, poor Bobby..."
"No, ain't no 'Poor Bobby,' it's just a rule, Dori," he snipes. I set the disk and my gun down on the floor of the van and crawl up towards the front seat.
"Aw, Bobby," I say, patting the top of his head. "I'm okay, and I made it out alive. Aren't ya happy to see me?" I remember my note to self from my diary and kiss him on the cheek.
"What's that for?" he asks.
"For being my friend," I whisper. "Now, when will we be arriving at the office?"
"In about three hours," Darien answers. "And in the meantime, you are going to get some rest, missy."
"Yes, sir," I reply solemnly. I lay back against Darien's chest and sigh softly when I hear his heartbeat. He puts his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. "I love you, Dare."
"I love you, too, Dori."
TBC... I have two, maybe three more parts in the works. Feedback is always appreciated!
AriellaGiselle