A/N: I deserve brownie points or something for this update. I nearly had
kittens trying to think of where to go from prologue. But I did it.
Finally. Hopefully now I've got the first chappie out of the way, the rest
will just flow. Fingers crossed.
Chapter 1
He's kind of hot, I thought back on White and the interview, smiling slightly.
"Here's your key, lady," the landlady said with a smoky accent.
"Thanks," I said, accepting the keys and throwing the bag containing my few belongings over my shoulder.
If only he'd smile more, I returned to my initial train of thought.
Jinglingly the keys slightly as I walked to my flat door, I looked at the lock- rusted. Knowing the key wouldn't work, I tried it anyways.
Oh, fuck it!
Lifting my heeled foot, I brought it slamming down on the rusted over lock. The door flew open with a puff of dust.
That felt good, I smiled happily till a puff of dust threatened to engulf me. Grimly, I entered the dust storm to do a quick once over.
Well, at least there's a bed in the bedroom, I thought grimly, scrunching my face up at the smell of the decaying cat burrowed into the bed. And the bath tube included in the apartment?
"Yeah, it's wedged into the bathroom door," I hissed angrily, kicking it. "This sucks!"
****
"Sir?"
"First day on the job, we get you kitted up," White greeted me as I entered his office the next day, having spent a rough night battling dust bunnies. "Take the elevator to the basement, and someone will meet you."
"Sir." Amazing how I fall back into that habit, I thought angrily as I turned on my heel.
****
"Don't use guns." I turned away from the offered weapon.
"That a fact?" the African woman looked at me as if I were stupid. "White said I got a hot military girl heading my way, not no ditsy fifth floor blonde."
"Am military," I explained coolly over my shoulder. "Just don't like guns."
"In the wrong job then, sweetheart."
Snorting, I turned to the woman. "Guns are men's toys when there's aren't big enough, and I certainly don't need no men's toys to make me safe and happy."
"Now ya talking my language, girl."
"What are you, queer?" I gave her a look, half-joking.
"And if I am?"
And boy did I get a look. Holding my hands up, showing this fiery African I meant no harm. "Hold up, Queen of Sheba, don't go jumping down my throat. I- "
"Wouldn't dream of it. It'd taste disgusting, what with sick you spew out every time you open that big ole mouth of yours."
Wow, I smiled. Girl's got attitude. Opening my mouth to introduce myself, the African woman turned away and walked off, leaving me standing with my mouth open.
Making a face, I made my way back to White's office for the guided tour.
****
Obviously, my little argument with the Queen of Sheba had gotten around, cause everyone was giving me angry glares as I passed them. Someone even went as far as 'accidentally' dumping coffee down my white blouse.
"Watch it, fool," I hissed, pushing a greasy haired moron against the wall.
Plucking angrily at my white blouse, White snapped his fingers at the nearest person. "Get Ms. Guenava a new blouse, size extra-small."
"Yes, sir."
"Sorry about that. These idiot's couldn't walk along a straight line if it were ten feet wide," White apologized.
"Don't sweat it, sir," I said, remembering that this was a prada shirt. It was not so much the make or the cost of the shirt that bothered me- it was that I was foolish enough to fall in fashion-hole rich people fell in.
Blushing slightly at my vanity, I continued to follow White as the coffee began to cool and chill my skin, a small price to pay.
****
"So," I said to a man behind the desk wearing thick-framed glasses, probably the one person in the office building unaffected by the argument earlier. "Where's a good place to go at night?"
"The sleazes around here tend to go to Crash, a junkyard for the idiots of this building."
"Mm. And where is that?"
"Sketchy!" the man shouted out.
"Yeah Normal?" The idiot who spilt coffee down her blouse showed up.
"Take Missy here to Crash."
"Come on, Normal, I'm finished for the day!"
Checking his watch, Normal shook his head. "Still on duty for another thirty-seconds. Bip bip, take missy to Crash."
Making a face, he gestured for Max to follow him.
"Don't think people like you'll quite fit in," Sketchy said mildly.
"Honey, in this world no one fits in," I snapped back, growing irritated at the cold attitudes towards me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sketchy asked suspiciously.
Hesitating, I also wondered exactly what I meant too. "It means what it means, goofball," I replied lamely.
Snorting, Sketchy continued walking in front of me, pretending not to notice me.
****
"Well, here we are," Sketchy said, abandoning me at the entrance and leaving for a table that the Queen of Sheba sat with a couple other friends.
Might as well mingle.
Asking for a drink, I turned and lent against the bar, elbows propped.
"Hey, sweetheart," someone slurred in my ear.
Not mingling with you, I thought as I turned away, cradling my drink.
"Get lost."
Relieved that the drunk had disappeared that easily, I eyed my neighbors, wanting desperately to fit in. Smiling nervously as the man beside me caught my eye, I silently accepted the beer he handed me.
I watched as he opened his mouth to start talking, but I heard none of it. I simply smiled, my concentration focused on the Queen of Sheba leaving with the drunk and several friends in tow, my instincts screaming.
Pushing away from the bar, leaving the man mid-syllable, I moved through the crowds to the exit.
"Get your smooty hands off me, goon! Hey!"
Seeing the sleaze ball and a group of his friends surrounding the Queen of Sheba, I slowed down and sauntered into the middle of things.
"My, what fine gentlemen we got here."
"Lesbo here got a hot friend," the man grinned. "Wanting some action too?"
Feeling a hand on my rear, I smiled as the Queen of Sheba gave me a weird look, thinking I'm crazy.
"Now, fellows," I said, reaching for the hand and twisting painfully. "See here, my friend and I don't appreciate the way you're treating us."
Raising my elbow, it shot out and snapped a nose
Facing the drunk from earlier, I smiled. "Good to see an old face- even one as ugly as yours." With that, my foot lashed out and swept his feet from under him.
Looking over my shoulder at the Queen of Sheba, I whistled. "Man, Queen of Sheba definitely knows how to treat a guy."
Glancing up, Queen of Sheba smiled before bashing her attackers face in for the final time.
"Military too?" I asked, brushing my hands off as I came to stand next to her.
"Military brat."
Nodding, unsure what to say, I stuffed my hands in my pockets.
"Pity you're straight, cause you make a fine female specimen." Don't I know it, I thought sarcastically. "How about we hit my crib and have a few drinks?"
I shrugged. "Sure."
Slinging an arm around my shoulder, she introduced herself as we began walking. "Original Cindy."
"Max."
A/N: Whadya think? I'm not comfortable with the change in scenes at the very beginning, so I'm curious to see what you think. Sorry it's so short, but I'm still not entirely sure where to take this. Chapter 2 is in the process already, so I'll at least get another update or two out of this before I die of plot frustration.
And a big shout out to my reviewers!
Ringo-gurl07- I glad it started off great, and I hope it continues so!
Ice_Angl- Well, we got one vote for M/Z. Can we get another one? Fraid I don't even know what's going to happen. I'm so used to having my beloved Alec in it, that it's going to be a hard habit to break to get hunky Zack into the picture.
Asta- I thought not being able to choose which juicy piece of ass I wanted was more due to my blonde hair, but I prefer your way of putting it ;) Paints me as an intellectual :D
Lilmiss- now wouldn't that be telling? For now at least, he's the story hottie.
Kathryn- Hope you continue to love this. Any preference of MA or MZ, or you happy with either?
Athena80- sheesh, girl, cut back on your salts and fatty intakes! Girls' aren't meant to get heart attacks. And that's a vote for M/A then? Well, only time will tell.
Jamie's Spawn- We should form a NO LOGAN sorority! I think it's already agreed I'll top-secret password will be NO LOGAN. Anyone else going to join? I hate to admit it, but I also think White's one of the hottest bag guys.
Chapter 1
He's kind of hot, I thought back on White and the interview, smiling slightly.
"Here's your key, lady," the landlady said with a smoky accent.
"Thanks," I said, accepting the keys and throwing the bag containing my few belongings over my shoulder.
If only he'd smile more, I returned to my initial train of thought.
Jinglingly the keys slightly as I walked to my flat door, I looked at the lock- rusted. Knowing the key wouldn't work, I tried it anyways.
Oh, fuck it!
Lifting my heeled foot, I brought it slamming down on the rusted over lock. The door flew open with a puff of dust.
That felt good, I smiled happily till a puff of dust threatened to engulf me. Grimly, I entered the dust storm to do a quick once over.
Well, at least there's a bed in the bedroom, I thought grimly, scrunching my face up at the smell of the decaying cat burrowed into the bed. And the bath tube included in the apartment?
"Yeah, it's wedged into the bathroom door," I hissed angrily, kicking it. "This sucks!"
****
"Sir?"
"First day on the job, we get you kitted up," White greeted me as I entered his office the next day, having spent a rough night battling dust bunnies. "Take the elevator to the basement, and someone will meet you."
"Sir." Amazing how I fall back into that habit, I thought angrily as I turned on my heel.
****
"Don't use guns." I turned away from the offered weapon.
"That a fact?" the African woman looked at me as if I were stupid. "White said I got a hot military girl heading my way, not no ditsy fifth floor blonde."
"Am military," I explained coolly over my shoulder. "Just don't like guns."
"In the wrong job then, sweetheart."
Snorting, I turned to the woman. "Guns are men's toys when there's aren't big enough, and I certainly don't need no men's toys to make me safe and happy."
"Now ya talking my language, girl."
"What are you, queer?" I gave her a look, half-joking.
"And if I am?"
And boy did I get a look. Holding my hands up, showing this fiery African I meant no harm. "Hold up, Queen of Sheba, don't go jumping down my throat. I- "
"Wouldn't dream of it. It'd taste disgusting, what with sick you spew out every time you open that big ole mouth of yours."
Wow, I smiled. Girl's got attitude. Opening my mouth to introduce myself, the African woman turned away and walked off, leaving me standing with my mouth open.
Making a face, I made my way back to White's office for the guided tour.
****
Obviously, my little argument with the Queen of Sheba had gotten around, cause everyone was giving me angry glares as I passed them. Someone even went as far as 'accidentally' dumping coffee down my white blouse.
"Watch it, fool," I hissed, pushing a greasy haired moron against the wall.
Plucking angrily at my white blouse, White snapped his fingers at the nearest person. "Get Ms. Guenava a new blouse, size extra-small."
"Yes, sir."
"Sorry about that. These idiot's couldn't walk along a straight line if it were ten feet wide," White apologized.
"Don't sweat it, sir," I said, remembering that this was a prada shirt. It was not so much the make or the cost of the shirt that bothered me- it was that I was foolish enough to fall in fashion-hole rich people fell in.
Blushing slightly at my vanity, I continued to follow White as the coffee began to cool and chill my skin, a small price to pay.
****
"So," I said to a man behind the desk wearing thick-framed glasses, probably the one person in the office building unaffected by the argument earlier. "Where's a good place to go at night?"
"The sleazes around here tend to go to Crash, a junkyard for the idiots of this building."
"Mm. And where is that?"
"Sketchy!" the man shouted out.
"Yeah Normal?" The idiot who spilt coffee down her blouse showed up.
"Take Missy here to Crash."
"Come on, Normal, I'm finished for the day!"
Checking his watch, Normal shook his head. "Still on duty for another thirty-seconds. Bip bip, take missy to Crash."
Making a face, he gestured for Max to follow him.
"Don't think people like you'll quite fit in," Sketchy said mildly.
"Honey, in this world no one fits in," I snapped back, growing irritated at the cold attitudes towards me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sketchy asked suspiciously.
Hesitating, I also wondered exactly what I meant too. "It means what it means, goofball," I replied lamely.
Snorting, Sketchy continued walking in front of me, pretending not to notice me.
****
"Well, here we are," Sketchy said, abandoning me at the entrance and leaving for a table that the Queen of Sheba sat with a couple other friends.
Might as well mingle.
Asking for a drink, I turned and lent against the bar, elbows propped.
"Hey, sweetheart," someone slurred in my ear.
Not mingling with you, I thought as I turned away, cradling my drink.
"Get lost."
Relieved that the drunk had disappeared that easily, I eyed my neighbors, wanting desperately to fit in. Smiling nervously as the man beside me caught my eye, I silently accepted the beer he handed me.
I watched as he opened his mouth to start talking, but I heard none of it. I simply smiled, my concentration focused on the Queen of Sheba leaving with the drunk and several friends in tow, my instincts screaming.
Pushing away from the bar, leaving the man mid-syllable, I moved through the crowds to the exit.
"Get your smooty hands off me, goon! Hey!"
Seeing the sleaze ball and a group of his friends surrounding the Queen of Sheba, I slowed down and sauntered into the middle of things.
"My, what fine gentlemen we got here."
"Lesbo here got a hot friend," the man grinned. "Wanting some action too?"
Feeling a hand on my rear, I smiled as the Queen of Sheba gave me a weird look, thinking I'm crazy.
"Now, fellows," I said, reaching for the hand and twisting painfully. "See here, my friend and I don't appreciate the way you're treating us."
Raising my elbow, it shot out and snapped a nose
Facing the drunk from earlier, I smiled. "Good to see an old face- even one as ugly as yours." With that, my foot lashed out and swept his feet from under him.
Looking over my shoulder at the Queen of Sheba, I whistled. "Man, Queen of Sheba definitely knows how to treat a guy."
Glancing up, Queen of Sheba smiled before bashing her attackers face in for the final time.
"Military too?" I asked, brushing my hands off as I came to stand next to her.
"Military brat."
Nodding, unsure what to say, I stuffed my hands in my pockets.
"Pity you're straight, cause you make a fine female specimen." Don't I know it, I thought sarcastically. "How about we hit my crib and have a few drinks?"
I shrugged. "Sure."
Slinging an arm around my shoulder, she introduced herself as we began walking. "Original Cindy."
"Max."
A/N: Whadya think? I'm not comfortable with the change in scenes at the very beginning, so I'm curious to see what you think. Sorry it's so short, but I'm still not entirely sure where to take this. Chapter 2 is in the process already, so I'll at least get another update or two out of this before I die of plot frustration.
And a big shout out to my reviewers!
Ringo-gurl07- I glad it started off great, and I hope it continues so!
Ice_Angl- Well, we got one vote for M/Z. Can we get another one? Fraid I don't even know what's going to happen. I'm so used to having my beloved Alec in it, that it's going to be a hard habit to break to get hunky Zack into the picture.
Asta- I thought not being able to choose which juicy piece of ass I wanted was more due to my blonde hair, but I prefer your way of putting it ;) Paints me as an intellectual :D
Lilmiss- now wouldn't that be telling? For now at least, he's the story hottie.
Kathryn- Hope you continue to love this. Any preference of MA or MZ, or you happy with either?
Athena80- sheesh, girl, cut back on your salts and fatty intakes! Girls' aren't meant to get heart attacks. And that's a vote for M/A then? Well, only time will tell.
Jamie's Spawn- We should form a NO LOGAN sorority! I think it's already agreed I'll top-secret password will be NO LOGAN. Anyone else going to join? I hate to admit it, but I also think White's one of the hottest bag guys.
