Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Six: A new life...
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes and language...
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, Action/Adventure
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. In my universe, MFN and TIOBE and BK *did* happen, but just a little differently. Arnaud is not permantly invisible.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Good work, Agent Slater," the Official says. Wow, I'm amazed. He's not bellowing. I smile inwardly as Darien clasps my hand and Bobby pats me on the shoulder.
"Thank you, sir," I reply. "Um, are we dismissed?" I watch in amusement as Darien looks hopefully at the man.
"Yes, you're dismissed. But be here at nine tomorrow morning for the briefing for your next assignment," Eberts butts in.
I check my watch. "Ok, fine, that means we actually get an entire 16 hours to ourselves. I'm impressed; did you hurt something, sir?"
"Come on, Dorian. Let's get outta here before you get us in trouble," Darien pleads, standing up.
I laugh outloud and stand up. We walk out the doors of the Agency arm in arm, looking like any happily married couple. "Let's go bowling! You wanna go bowling, Dare?" I ask. He smiles and stops walking long enough to pull me into his arms. I can feel him still smiling as he kisses the top of my head.
"Sure, let's go bowling," he whispers.
*****
I'm going to kill that alarm. Why in God's name did he have to get one so loud? I smack at the small blue box next to the phone and finally manage to turn it off. I roll back over and drape an arm over Darien's bare chest. He always slept with a shirt on when we were married. I wonder when he stopped that.
"Good morning," I whisper, kissing his shoulder. He opens one eye to look at me.
"Did the alarm go off? I didn't even hear it."
"I'm surprised you didn't. It's louder than a Metallica concert," I smirk. I pull myself out of the tangle of covers and sit up. "Wake up, Darien. We've got to be at work in an hour," I say. He reaches up with his left arm and pulls me over his body until I'm straddling his hips. I lean forward and lay on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. "We'll never get anywhere like this, my love," I kiss him. Darien never had bad morning breath. I want to know when that one changed, too. "Go take a shower, and I'll make some coffee, m-kay?"
"Okay," he replies, picking me up and setting me back on my side of the bed. He rolls over me as he stumbles out of bed and stretches.
"Get going! I still have to take a shower," I say, smacking his butt. He grabs my arm and pulls me into an earth-shattering kiss. After a moment, he pulls back and smiles. "You see what you do to me, Dori?"
I know exactly what he's saying, because I've said it to him a million times. "Go on, I'll take care of the both of you tonight."
He kisses me again and asks, "Is that a promise?"
"Isn't it always? No, go!" I take off toward the kitchen to make the coffee. We are going to be late...
*****
We are late. Not incredibly late, but late, nonetheless.
Bobby is sitting in his chair when Darien and I walk into the Official's office.
"Where have you two been?" a new voice bellows from behind us.
"It's customary to say 'hello' first, Alex," I snipe at her.
"Since when is it my job to say 'hello' to you people? We have a mission, Agent Slater," Alex says.
"Since when is that a new thing, Agent Monroe?" I mimic her. I know it'll piss her off, but I don't care. I just don't like her.
"Agent Monroe, Agent Slater, cool it. Now. Eberts, the mission," The Official snaps.
"Yes, sir. The information brought to us by Agent Slater has turned up some interesting news," the lackey begins. "More specifically, it has turned up some interesting news on Chrysalis."
"What kind of news, Eberts? I mean, I saw all those Chrysalis goons at Brighten's compound, but I never could get close enough to hear what they were saying," I remark.
"Well, it appears that Leopold Brighten is the creator and owner of all things Chrysalis. He's the organization's number one contributor, as well as its number one profiter." Eberts steps back toward the Official.
"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" Darien whispers.
"If you're thinking that we could take down Chrysalis by taking down this one man, then yeah, that is what we're telling you," the Official answers.
"Well, how are we going to take him down if we don't know where he is right now?" Alex asks.
"Well, Agent Monroe, *we* do know where he is. Well, I do, anyways," I smile sweetly.
"Where is he then, Dorian?" she snaps.
"Ah, so informal, Alex. He's in Florida right now. He'll be in New York in the morning for about 7 hours, and then he heads back to sunny SoCal," I direct my answer to Eberts and the Official.
"We'll arrange for a flight to New York for the four of you. Eberts, book 'em. Coach," the Official is growling, I think.
*****
We landed in New York about 2 hours ago and have managed to check into our hotel with no incident. Bobby's face has not stopped glowing since we left LaGuardia. I'm sure he's glad to be home. I know I am...
*****
"What is this place, Dorian?" Darien asks quietly.
"It's an old knitting factory. Brighten uses it to conduct not-so-legal business," I answer. He nods, understanding.
I look up from my hiding place to see a handsome young man walk upto Brighten and shake his hand with a smile.
"It's good to see you again, Monsieur Brighten," the young man says cheerfully. I can feel Darien tense next to me.
"What's wrong?" I whisper.
"That's the bastard who killed Kevin," he speaks in an almost unintelligable whisper.
"Arnaud de Fehrn? That's him?"
Darien only nods and I see the pain in his eyes for Kevin. I manage to turn my attention back to the two terrorists.
"Are you sure, de Theil?!?!" Brighten yells.
"Yes, Monsieur. Leopold, I am positive," Arnaud says calmly.
"Fine, bring them to me, since you are so sure of yourself," Brighten growls at the younger man. Arnaud nods and starts walking in our direction.
I feel Darien's hand on my shoulder and the quicksilver running down my back. I reach over to touch his face. I shake my head and mouth the word 'no'. He gawks at me in pained confusion and checks his wrist. His eyes grow wide in realization. I turn back to the two men, only to find Arnaud standing in front of me.
I stand up and look him in the eye. He smiles a devilish smile and grabs the gun out of my hand. He begins to frisk my body for more weapons. He smiles another evil smile as he pulls the knife out of my boot. Damn, I needed that, de Fehrn.
He's still smiling as he shoves me toward his older companion.
"This is one. You implied that there were more than one," Brighten says, his eyes still bright with a murderous gleam.
"We use this one as bait to flush out her husband," Arnaud says.
"My husband would never be that stupid," I spit at Arnaud. Swiss-miss mother f- I fall to the ground under the force of Arnaud's backhanded slap. I taste the blood on my lip. "Oh, that's it, huh? You wanna slap me around a little?" I stand up and wipe the blood on my sleeve. "Go for it. I could kick your ass ten times over and not break a sweat."
He hits me again, breaking my nose. I fall to the ground, cutting my hand on a dusty piece of glass. "Is that all you got, Arnie? Surely you had more when you beat the hell out of Lizzy," I snarl, narrowing my eyes at him.
He takes his gun out of his jacket and aims it at my chest. "Shut up and tell that little prick you call your husband to get out here and save you."
"You know I'll never do that," I spit blood on to the dirty floor.
"Fawkes, show yourself or she dies!" Arnaud yells.
"This is useless, Arnaud. Let's go," Brighten yells to his guards.
"No, Leopold, you're not going anywhere!" Arnaud shouts, shooting Brighten in the back of the head. "Now, Chrysalis belongs to me, and so do you!" he shouts again, this time addressing the guards.
"Not so fast, Arnie," Bobby says, walking out from behind a wooden crate.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes," Arnaud purrs, nuzzling the gun deeper between my breasts. "Where is your wonderful partner?"
"He's not here," Bobby replies, his eyes never once leaving the gun at my chest.
"Ah, I don't believe you," Arnaud speaks softly.
I see the muscles in his forearm clinch and release. I feel the jerking of my body backwards, trying to follow the bullet through to the wall. I see the red of the blood and the grey of the floor as I collapse.
TBC.... I have two more parts to this story... I hope to have the next part written by tomorrow night. Feedback is always welcomed!
AriellaGiselle
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes and language...
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, Action/Adventure
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. In my universe, MFN and TIOBE and BK *did* happen, but just a little differently. Arnaud is not permantly invisible.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Good work, Agent Slater," the Official says. Wow, I'm amazed. He's not bellowing. I smile inwardly as Darien clasps my hand and Bobby pats me on the shoulder.
"Thank you, sir," I reply. "Um, are we dismissed?" I watch in amusement as Darien looks hopefully at the man.
"Yes, you're dismissed. But be here at nine tomorrow morning for the briefing for your next assignment," Eberts butts in.
I check my watch. "Ok, fine, that means we actually get an entire 16 hours to ourselves. I'm impressed; did you hurt something, sir?"
"Come on, Dorian. Let's get outta here before you get us in trouble," Darien pleads, standing up.
I laugh outloud and stand up. We walk out the doors of the Agency arm in arm, looking like any happily married couple. "Let's go bowling! You wanna go bowling, Dare?" I ask. He smiles and stops walking long enough to pull me into his arms. I can feel him still smiling as he kisses the top of my head.
"Sure, let's go bowling," he whispers.
*****
I'm going to kill that alarm. Why in God's name did he have to get one so loud? I smack at the small blue box next to the phone and finally manage to turn it off. I roll back over and drape an arm over Darien's bare chest. He always slept with a shirt on when we were married. I wonder when he stopped that.
"Good morning," I whisper, kissing his shoulder. He opens one eye to look at me.
"Did the alarm go off? I didn't even hear it."
"I'm surprised you didn't. It's louder than a Metallica concert," I smirk. I pull myself out of the tangle of covers and sit up. "Wake up, Darien. We've got to be at work in an hour," I say. He reaches up with his left arm and pulls me over his body until I'm straddling his hips. I lean forward and lay on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. "We'll never get anywhere like this, my love," I kiss him. Darien never had bad morning breath. I want to know when that one changed, too. "Go take a shower, and I'll make some coffee, m-kay?"
"Okay," he replies, picking me up and setting me back on my side of the bed. He rolls over me as he stumbles out of bed and stretches.
"Get going! I still have to take a shower," I say, smacking his butt. He grabs my arm and pulls me into an earth-shattering kiss. After a moment, he pulls back and smiles. "You see what you do to me, Dori?"
I know exactly what he's saying, because I've said it to him a million times. "Go on, I'll take care of the both of you tonight."
He kisses me again and asks, "Is that a promise?"
"Isn't it always? No, go!" I take off toward the kitchen to make the coffee. We are going to be late...
*****
We are late. Not incredibly late, but late, nonetheless.
Bobby is sitting in his chair when Darien and I walk into the Official's office.
"Where have you two been?" a new voice bellows from behind us.
"It's customary to say 'hello' first, Alex," I snipe at her.
"Since when is it my job to say 'hello' to you people? We have a mission, Agent Slater," Alex says.
"Since when is that a new thing, Agent Monroe?" I mimic her. I know it'll piss her off, but I don't care. I just don't like her.
"Agent Monroe, Agent Slater, cool it. Now. Eberts, the mission," The Official snaps.
"Yes, sir. The information brought to us by Agent Slater has turned up some interesting news," the lackey begins. "More specifically, it has turned up some interesting news on Chrysalis."
"What kind of news, Eberts? I mean, I saw all those Chrysalis goons at Brighten's compound, but I never could get close enough to hear what they were saying," I remark.
"Well, it appears that Leopold Brighten is the creator and owner of all things Chrysalis. He's the organization's number one contributor, as well as its number one profiter." Eberts steps back toward the Official.
"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" Darien whispers.
"If you're thinking that we could take down Chrysalis by taking down this one man, then yeah, that is what we're telling you," the Official answers.
"Well, how are we going to take him down if we don't know where he is right now?" Alex asks.
"Well, Agent Monroe, *we* do know where he is. Well, I do, anyways," I smile sweetly.
"Where is he then, Dorian?" she snaps.
"Ah, so informal, Alex. He's in Florida right now. He'll be in New York in the morning for about 7 hours, and then he heads back to sunny SoCal," I direct my answer to Eberts and the Official.
"We'll arrange for a flight to New York for the four of you. Eberts, book 'em. Coach," the Official is growling, I think.
*****
We landed in New York about 2 hours ago and have managed to check into our hotel with no incident. Bobby's face has not stopped glowing since we left LaGuardia. I'm sure he's glad to be home. I know I am...
*****
"What is this place, Dorian?" Darien asks quietly.
"It's an old knitting factory. Brighten uses it to conduct not-so-legal business," I answer. He nods, understanding.
I look up from my hiding place to see a handsome young man walk upto Brighten and shake his hand with a smile.
"It's good to see you again, Monsieur Brighten," the young man says cheerfully. I can feel Darien tense next to me.
"What's wrong?" I whisper.
"That's the bastard who killed Kevin," he speaks in an almost unintelligable whisper.
"Arnaud de Fehrn? That's him?"
Darien only nods and I see the pain in his eyes for Kevin. I manage to turn my attention back to the two terrorists.
"Are you sure, de Theil?!?!" Brighten yells.
"Yes, Monsieur. Leopold, I am positive," Arnaud says calmly.
"Fine, bring them to me, since you are so sure of yourself," Brighten growls at the younger man. Arnaud nods and starts walking in our direction.
I feel Darien's hand on my shoulder and the quicksilver running down my back. I reach over to touch his face. I shake my head and mouth the word 'no'. He gawks at me in pained confusion and checks his wrist. His eyes grow wide in realization. I turn back to the two men, only to find Arnaud standing in front of me.
I stand up and look him in the eye. He smiles a devilish smile and grabs the gun out of my hand. He begins to frisk my body for more weapons. He smiles another evil smile as he pulls the knife out of my boot. Damn, I needed that, de Fehrn.
He's still smiling as he shoves me toward his older companion.
"This is one. You implied that there were more than one," Brighten says, his eyes still bright with a murderous gleam.
"We use this one as bait to flush out her husband," Arnaud says.
"My husband would never be that stupid," I spit at Arnaud. Swiss-miss mother f- I fall to the ground under the force of Arnaud's backhanded slap. I taste the blood on my lip. "Oh, that's it, huh? You wanna slap me around a little?" I stand up and wipe the blood on my sleeve. "Go for it. I could kick your ass ten times over and not break a sweat."
He hits me again, breaking my nose. I fall to the ground, cutting my hand on a dusty piece of glass. "Is that all you got, Arnie? Surely you had more when you beat the hell out of Lizzy," I snarl, narrowing my eyes at him.
He takes his gun out of his jacket and aims it at my chest. "Shut up and tell that little prick you call your husband to get out here and save you."
"You know I'll never do that," I spit blood on to the dirty floor.
"Fawkes, show yourself or she dies!" Arnaud yells.
"This is useless, Arnaud. Let's go," Brighten yells to his guards.
"No, Leopold, you're not going anywhere!" Arnaud shouts, shooting Brighten in the back of the head. "Now, Chrysalis belongs to me, and so do you!" he shouts again, this time addressing the guards.
"Not so fast, Arnie," Bobby says, walking out from behind a wooden crate.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes," Arnaud purrs, nuzzling the gun deeper between my breasts. "Where is your wonderful partner?"
"He's not here," Bobby replies, his eyes never once leaving the gun at my chest.
"Ah, I don't believe you," Arnaud speaks softly.
I see the muscles in his forearm clinch and release. I feel the jerking of my body backwards, trying to follow the bullet through to the wall. I see the red of the blood and the grey of the floor as I collapse.
TBC.... I have two more parts to this story... I hope to have the next part written by tomorrow night. Feedback is always welcomed!
AriellaGiselle