Title: McQueen's Match
Author: Geek
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: He doesn't belong to me. etc. but boy oh boy do I wish he did.
Notes: This is my first SAAB fic..so..if it sucks..sorry..
Thanks to Karen for being the best beta, as always. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. Dylan.
Dylan woke with a start, banging her head on the metal wall. A cold fear rose for a second before she realised where she was. She took a look around her at the inside of the transport. The seats, well, they were never made with anyone's comfort in mind. The webbing storage racks, empty now except for the small pack containing her meagre belongings, looked, she thought, how she imagined the inside of a cargo container would look. Which in effect it was. And she was the cargo. At this point in time, at least, a cold, tired and hungry cargo to be sure, but still cargo, sent to wherever it was she'd been sent. Such tiny details they hadn't bothered to tell her. She sighed with frustration. Where in hell was she, and more importantly, why?
The transport was landing judging by the series of bangs and clangs she could hear. Wherever they'd headed, it looked like they were there now. The pilot came down to where she sat waiting patiently. If nothing else, the past few weeks had taught her more patience than she had ever had before.
" We're here. Grab your pack - we need to leave ASAP!" Then he was gone, back to his co-pilot and his cockpit.
All through the many hours the journey had taken, neither the pilot nor the co-pilot had spoken to her other than to tell her to "buckle up" as they took off. She didn't know why, nor did she care. She'd dumped her pack and made herself as comfortable as possible, then gone to sleep.
The door clanged open, spilling what in comparison was a bright light into the doorway. Instinctively she hid herself from view, away from the light. With one hand firmly grasping the doorframe, she very slowly peered around the edge, fearing slightly what she might see. . . where she might be.
What she saw, she was not expecting. There in front of her, standing to attention, were seven people, six of them United States Marines, in full dress blues. Her eyes widened. And there was another man in the dress uniform of a Naval Officer.
She pulled her head in quickly and looked over her shoulder. Was there somebody else on board? Someone who'd come aboard as she slept? Someone important? There didn't seem to be, it was just her. She looked back out, confused and a tiny bit afraid. She met the startling blue eyes of the Marine directly in front of her, his eyes flickered as she stared directly at him. He was laughing at her! Not outright, but it was there. She could see it. All fear disappeared as indignation took over. How dare he? Pulling herself to her full height, which wasn't saying much, she took a deep breath and stepped down into the landing bay.
The Naval Officer stepped forward introducing himself.
" Welcome to the USS Saratoga. We've been expecting you ma'am. I am Commodore Ross and this is Colonel McQueen. He will show you to your quarters, and once you are settled, I'd like to meet with you to discuss our orders."
He smiled at her and nodded towards the Marine with the blue eyes. " Colonel McQueen, if you please?"
The marine stepped forward.
"This way Ma'am." He turned on his heel and led the way out.
Her eyes darted about, trying to take in as much as she could. There were five marines and two of them were women. One of the male marines was tall - menacing looking almost - but as she passed him, she caught his eye and somehow felt that maybe he wasn't as bad as he looked. She almost smiled. Instead she hurried to catch up with Colonel McQueen.
He walked fast, much too fast for her, through the rabbit warren of walkways that was the Saratoga. Several times he had to stop to allow her catch him up - once because she had stopped to stare out of a window at the stars. So she found herself focusing on the back of his neck, seeing the silver curls that disappeared under his hat, the strange raised bump just visible over the collar of his jacket. It was a nice neck she decided. She rather liked it.
Eventually they came to a door, which he opened.
"These are your quarters. The commodore has extended an open invitation to dine with him at 19.00. " He nodded to the inside of the room and excused himself.
She was left, feeling rather bereft, standing inside the door, wondering why the hell she was there, and what exactly was expected of her.
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Author: Geek
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: He doesn't belong to me. etc. but boy oh boy do I wish he did.
Notes: This is my first SAAB fic..so..if it sucks..sorry..
Thanks to Karen for being the best beta, as always. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. Dylan.
Dylan woke with a start, banging her head on the metal wall. A cold fear rose for a second before she realised where she was. She took a look around her at the inside of the transport. The seats, well, they were never made with anyone's comfort in mind. The webbing storage racks, empty now except for the small pack containing her meagre belongings, looked, she thought, how she imagined the inside of a cargo container would look. Which in effect it was. And she was the cargo. At this point in time, at least, a cold, tired and hungry cargo to be sure, but still cargo, sent to wherever it was she'd been sent. Such tiny details they hadn't bothered to tell her. She sighed with frustration. Where in hell was she, and more importantly, why?
The transport was landing judging by the series of bangs and clangs she could hear. Wherever they'd headed, it looked like they were there now. The pilot came down to where she sat waiting patiently. If nothing else, the past few weeks had taught her more patience than she had ever had before.
" We're here. Grab your pack - we need to leave ASAP!" Then he was gone, back to his co-pilot and his cockpit.
All through the many hours the journey had taken, neither the pilot nor the co-pilot had spoken to her other than to tell her to "buckle up" as they took off. She didn't know why, nor did she care. She'd dumped her pack and made herself as comfortable as possible, then gone to sleep.
The door clanged open, spilling what in comparison was a bright light into the doorway. Instinctively she hid herself from view, away from the light. With one hand firmly grasping the doorframe, she very slowly peered around the edge, fearing slightly what she might see. . . where she might be.
What she saw, she was not expecting. There in front of her, standing to attention, were seven people, six of them United States Marines, in full dress blues. Her eyes widened. And there was another man in the dress uniform of a Naval Officer.
She pulled her head in quickly and looked over her shoulder. Was there somebody else on board? Someone who'd come aboard as she slept? Someone important? There didn't seem to be, it was just her. She looked back out, confused and a tiny bit afraid. She met the startling blue eyes of the Marine directly in front of her, his eyes flickered as she stared directly at him. He was laughing at her! Not outright, but it was there. She could see it. All fear disappeared as indignation took over. How dare he? Pulling herself to her full height, which wasn't saying much, she took a deep breath and stepped down into the landing bay.
The Naval Officer stepped forward introducing himself.
" Welcome to the USS Saratoga. We've been expecting you ma'am. I am Commodore Ross and this is Colonel McQueen. He will show you to your quarters, and once you are settled, I'd like to meet with you to discuss our orders."
He smiled at her and nodded towards the Marine with the blue eyes. " Colonel McQueen, if you please?"
The marine stepped forward.
"This way Ma'am." He turned on his heel and led the way out.
Her eyes darted about, trying to take in as much as she could. There were five marines and two of them were women. One of the male marines was tall - menacing looking almost - but as she passed him, she caught his eye and somehow felt that maybe he wasn't as bad as he looked. She almost smiled. Instead she hurried to catch up with Colonel McQueen.
He walked fast, much too fast for her, through the rabbit warren of walkways that was the Saratoga. Several times he had to stop to allow her catch him up - once because she had stopped to stare out of a window at the stars. So she found herself focusing on the back of his neck, seeing the silver curls that disappeared under his hat, the strange raised bump just visible over the collar of his jacket. It was a nice neck she decided. She rather liked it.
Eventually they came to a door, which he opened.
"These are your quarters. The commodore has extended an open invitation to dine with him at 19.00. " He nodded to the inside of the room and excused himself.
She was left, feeling rather bereft, standing inside the door, wondering why the hell she was there, and what exactly was expected of her.
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