Best Served Cold
By Invisible Trinity
This story is a part of a continuing plot from my previous fics: "Love at
First Sound," "I Smell a Rat," "All You Need Is Love?" and "I Just Made You
Say Underwear."
Rated PG-13 for violence and mild profanity
Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines, with the exception of Lillianne, Tobias, Avon, and Trinity, are property of SciFi (grr) and the USA Networks. They are all used strictly for fun, so don't sue me. I don't have a penny.
Warning: Spoilers from "The Camp," "FtB," "The Choice," "EomE," and "TNS". If you've seen that, you've probably seen it all.
Note: The character of Tobias Landes is for my lil' sis'. Guess who he is! Also, I'm a huge anime fan, so this fic may not fit as well as the others, particularly the character of Trinity, my namesake. Oh well, c'est la vie.
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A wise and happy guy by the name of Buddha once said, "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Now I'm all for expressing one's anger, but when it comes to Jared Stark, the more he keeps to himself the better.
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Tobias Landes looked over the small chamber before him. He was in his mid- twenties, moderately tall, looking as fit as was humanly possible and then some. He had dark brown hair that was neatly cut and spiked. The chamber looked almost like a coffin. Within it, a figure lay, waiting to be unleashed. He checked all of the monitors to make sure that all was in place. This had been all too much for him. It was one thing to follow the Chrysalis credo and to perfect their own people.but this? This was all too monstrous. These people may have raised Tobias, but he wasn't sure he agreed with them. Of course, in Chrysalis, you never bit the hand that fed you. Suddenly, the main door to the lab slid open. In walked the man responsible for this all, Jared Stark. There was something different about Stark this time. Something had changed him, for the worst, if that was possible. "Ah, Mr. Landes," Stark said with a slight smile. "How is our little project doing?" Tobias cleared his throat. "Everything is going according to plan, sir. She'll be ready to test in a few hours." "Excellent," Stark said patting him on the back, "I have the perfect test subject." "Except." Tobias began. "Except what?" Stark said cocking an eyebrow. "Except." Tobias hesitated. He swallowed the lump in his throat and inhaled deeply. ".I'm not sure that." "Is that what's bothering you, Tobias?" Stark said with a slight chuckle. "Now, is not the time for doubts. We are too close to our goal. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Stark," Tobias nodded. "Good man," Stark smiled. A woman appeared in the doorway. Stark nodded at her and she turned and left. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. Be sure to notify me of anything that comes up." Tobias nodded again. Stark walked out the door after the mysterious woman. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he didn't get a clear look at her face. All he saw of her was a flash of red hair.
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"Darien? Darien, what ya doin' here?" Darien lifted his head from the edge of the bed. He had fallen asleep in Lillianne's hospital room, clenching her hand. He had come in and told her all about how her little girl was cured and now healthy and happy. Then, he just sat for hours staring at her. "Are you alright, partner?" a familiar voice said. Darien rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked up. It was Hobbes. Darien smiled at his friend and rubbed his scalp. "I guess I just lost track of the time," he said. Hobbes came in and patted Darien's shoulder. "Ya, well, it's closing time, my friend.Let me drive you home." "Thanks," Darien said as he stood. All this craziness had finally set in on him. He was free of the quicksilver madness, but he didn't have anyone to share this joy with. Sure, there was Hobbes, but it just wasn't the same. "You look terrible," Hobbes said, looking his friend over. "I tell you what, how about you and me hit the town. Maybe we'll even get the girls to come along with us." "I don't know.I'm not really in the mood for it." "Of course you're not," Hobbes said, jabbing Darien in the arm. "That's the reason we're going.Now, whaddya say?" Darien sighed. Maybe he really did need to get out. "Sure, why not?"
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Stark looked at a figure in the shadows. "You've done well," he said. "You've reached every expectation. Tobias knew exactly what I wanted. I have another assignment for you. I need you to take care of a Mr. Pierce Reeves. After that, you know who will be the next target. Do well, and you will be rewarded. Understand?" The figure nodded. "Excellent," Stark said. "Then I expect complete success." The figure slipped into the shadows, leaving Stark alone in the room. He smiled to himself. "Soon.very soon.they'll all see exactly what I can do."
Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines, with the exception of Lillianne, Tobias, Avon, and Trinity, are property of SciFi (grr) and the USA Networks. They are all used strictly for fun, so don't sue me. I don't have a penny.
Warning: Spoilers from "The Camp," "FtB," "The Choice," "EomE," and "TNS". If you've seen that, you've probably seen it all.
Note: The character of Tobias Landes is for my lil' sis'. Guess who he is! Also, I'm a huge anime fan, so this fic may not fit as well as the others, particularly the character of Trinity, my namesake. Oh well, c'est la vie.
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A wise and happy guy by the name of Buddha once said, "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Now I'm all for expressing one's anger, but when it comes to Jared Stark, the more he keeps to himself the better.
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Tobias Landes looked over the small chamber before him. He was in his mid- twenties, moderately tall, looking as fit as was humanly possible and then some. He had dark brown hair that was neatly cut and spiked. The chamber looked almost like a coffin. Within it, a figure lay, waiting to be unleashed. He checked all of the monitors to make sure that all was in place. This had been all too much for him. It was one thing to follow the Chrysalis credo and to perfect their own people.but this? This was all too monstrous. These people may have raised Tobias, but he wasn't sure he agreed with them. Of course, in Chrysalis, you never bit the hand that fed you. Suddenly, the main door to the lab slid open. In walked the man responsible for this all, Jared Stark. There was something different about Stark this time. Something had changed him, for the worst, if that was possible. "Ah, Mr. Landes," Stark said with a slight smile. "How is our little project doing?" Tobias cleared his throat. "Everything is going according to plan, sir. She'll be ready to test in a few hours." "Excellent," Stark said patting him on the back, "I have the perfect test subject." "Except." Tobias began. "Except what?" Stark said cocking an eyebrow. "Except." Tobias hesitated. He swallowed the lump in his throat and inhaled deeply. ".I'm not sure that." "Is that what's bothering you, Tobias?" Stark said with a slight chuckle. "Now, is not the time for doubts. We are too close to our goal. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Stark," Tobias nodded. "Good man," Stark smiled. A woman appeared in the doorway. Stark nodded at her and she turned and left. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. Be sure to notify me of anything that comes up." Tobias nodded again. Stark walked out the door after the mysterious woman. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he didn't get a clear look at her face. All he saw of her was a flash of red hair.
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"Darien? Darien, what ya doin' here?" Darien lifted his head from the edge of the bed. He had fallen asleep in Lillianne's hospital room, clenching her hand. He had come in and told her all about how her little girl was cured and now healthy and happy. Then, he just sat for hours staring at her. "Are you alright, partner?" a familiar voice said. Darien rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked up. It was Hobbes. Darien smiled at his friend and rubbed his scalp. "I guess I just lost track of the time," he said. Hobbes came in and patted Darien's shoulder. "Ya, well, it's closing time, my friend.Let me drive you home." "Thanks," Darien said as he stood. All this craziness had finally set in on him. He was free of the quicksilver madness, but he didn't have anyone to share this joy with. Sure, there was Hobbes, but it just wasn't the same. "You look terrible," Hobbes said, looking his friend over. "I tell you what, how about you and me hit the town. Maybe we'll even get the girls to come along with us." "I don't know.I'm not really in the mood for it." "Of course you're not," Hobbes said, jabbing Darien in the arm. "That's the reason we're going.Now, whaddya say?" Darien sighed. Maybe he really did need to get out. "Sure, why not?"
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Stark looked at a figure in the shadows. "You've done well," he said. "You've reached every expectation. Tobias knew exactly what I wanted. I have another assignment for you. I need you to take care of a Mr. Pierce Reeves. After that, you know who will be the next target. Do well, and you will be rewarded. Understand?" The figure nodded. "Excellent," Stark said. "Then I expect complete success." The figure slipped into the shadows, leaving Stark alone in the room. He smiled to himself. "Soon.very soon.they'll all see exactly what I can do."