Involved
by: Crimson Snow
A/N: Sequel to Black Dragons, which is the sequel to MIA. You have to read those in the correct order, if you want to understand this one. This is total Au, yeah.
Disclaimer in first chapter.
CHAPTER. 2:
1994
"I'm not working for you. I'm working with you! So, you can't tell me to do your dirty work. Remember, you don't want to piss me off. If you get hurt tonight, I might not... What?!! What are you doing here?!!" Mia snapped at a woman, who had just walked into his office while they were arguing over nothing really, she was just highly strung.
The woman had short, black hair and gray-blue eyes, obviously not field-trained.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Brandon but you told me to get you this information about the mission tonight. You said you wanted it straight away." She told Mia, as she handed her a folder with some papers in it.
"Thanks. Now, please go away." Mia told her, seething.
"You might working with me, but you remember that I still hired you. It's not as you have much experience of this world." He told her, not knowing that last line was far from the truth.
For a second her eyes were pure fire, but then she thought. *Getting angry won't work. I'll try something different.* Her eyes became sad, like a kicked kitten and he started to feel bad. She never gave up an argument that easily.
"Yeah, you're right. I don't. I'm going to leave now, see you tonight." She told him, as she started to walk away.
He hated when she got sad, especially if it was his fault. He went after her and apologized.
*Stupid, predictable fool! He's too emotional for this life.* Mia thought, as she smiled and hugged him. Accepting his apology.
2023
IRELAND:
Viola arrived, just right before it got dark, to her parents current home. One year ago they moved there. Irina had let her know. She knocked on the door, after a while her father came to the door.
"Why did Irina call me yesterday? What's wrong?" She asked him, as she walked inside the house.
"Your mother has disappeared. She didn't come back the day before yesterday. We don't know where she is." Julian told his daughter, who had sat down in the living room.
"What do you mean, disappeared? Do you think she was kidnapped?" She asked him, as her grandmother walked in.
"She has probably been kidnapped, but we can never know." Irina told her grand-daughter and Julian.
"Why would she betray you, and her family after 30 years?" He asked, but as he knew that was a stupid question.
"She could have well betrayed us. Even after 30 years." Irina told him, sharply.
"So, why did you need me here? Why not just tell me this over the phone? I'm missing classes at school." She told them, as she still sat there dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Her shoulder, length platinum blonde hair was in a ponytail. She was really tired, but also worried. She had already called India.
"Well, we need your help. We trust you want to get your mother back. You're the only one we can remotely trust." Her grandmother told her.
"I have no experience. I could mess all this up." She tells Irina, as Andrew walked in. She never liked that man, her mothers ex.
"You've had some training, right? Your parents told me you had some from the Australian government." She told Viola. (the reason I used Australia is because I wanted something different and I heard something about Australian intelligence a few weeks back on the news. If it's wrong, it's wrong. ~CS.)
"Only basic training. I left when they got into the heavier stuff. I decided it wasn't for me." Viola told Irina, a she stood up and walked to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling.
"Are you suggesting you bring my daughter, your grand-daughter, into this screwed-up life?" Julian asked, his mother-in-law and former employer.
"She was always in this life. She just never did anything to get involved in it. She didn't have a reason. But long before May died, she informed me that she had trained you in such things.
So, you would never be a victim." Irina told them both, as Viola was making a sandwich.
"Wait, what?" He asked her, like he didn't know. How did he not know.
"Hello!! May, my nanny 'till I was 17. The one that worked for grand mom. She taught me martial arts, self-defense, languages, that kinda stuff. Wake up, man!" Viola told her father, as she rolled her eyes." What was I thinking, you and mom were almost never home when I was a teenager, off course you wouldn't know." She told him, a little bite in her tone.
The doorbell rang, again.
Viola went to the door, when she opened the door her favorite niece was there, actually the only niece she knew.
"Aradia, what are you doing here?" Viola asked, as she hugged her 22 year old Irish/russian niece.
"Well, I heard you were here. My dad saw you at the airport, as he was dropping off his sister Christina. He yelled at you, but it looked like you were listening to something." She told her, as she walked into the kitchen where Julian and Irina were.
"Who was at the ... Maeve, how nice to see you again." Irina told Aradia, who was her sisters child. Her full name was Aradia Maeve derevko. 'Maeve' was from the Gaelic name 'Méabh',
and it meant 'intoxicating'. It was also the name of some warrior queen, in Irish legend, who killed a hero named Cuchulainn.
"What brings you here, Aradia?" Julian asked the Goth, who had sat down beside Viola.
Aradia had eerily violet eyes, with flecks of yellow encasing the violet.
She had long, red flowing hair with black streaks in it.
She wore black baggy pants with numerous pockets, mostly empty but some held her cell-phone, lip-gloss, that kinda thing. her shoes were also black, no heel but they were zipped up boots. her top was a violet and black velvety top, it was very form-fitting. it was fastened with many little hooks at the back, over that top was a black see throughy shirt with a silvery spider-web design. the area between her pants, that slung low on her hips, and her top showed a small sliver of skin.
She had always thought her eyes were the best part of her. People were always enchanted by her eyes.
"Like I told Vi here, my dad saw her at the airport and let me know. What, you think I'm spying on you or something? You know I quit that two years ago." The same had basically been done to her, as what had been done to Sydney (in the show. By her dad. the project Christmas thing.) But she never had to revenge someone's death, she had worked for the russian SVR (like Elsa Kaplan in ses.2) until she was 20. Then she quit.
While she worked there, she really hadn't done anything major to ruin anything for Irina or Viola's parents. They couldn't very well kill her, then her mother would be pissed. Never piss of a Derevko woman.
"NO. I just wanted to know why you were here." Julian told her, matter-of-factly.
"Fine! So, where's Mia?" Aradia asked, she really only called Syd that annoy her (Syd's) husband.
"Well, my mother has disappeared. That's why I'm here. My grandmother wants me wants me to rely on my short, basic training that I got while we lived in Australia. I mean, hello ... I haven't used any of that s*** in years. And ..." Viola was about to add. When suddenly, totally out of the blue, a fist came flying at her face.
Her training from youth, and from Australia, kicked in.
JAB. UPPERCUT. SIDE KICK. HOOK. POWER (CROSS) PUNCH. DROP KICK. (I got this from a book, sorry if it's weird.)
She blocked them all, except the jab. That hit her slightly below the nose. But she didn't let that stop her, She was so gonna kick her niece's ass.
HOOK. UPPERCUT. DROP KICK. ROUNDHOUSE KICK. FRONT KICK. And to finish of (not kill) her niece, an ELBOW STRIKE.
Irina and her father had to separate them. NEVER PISS OF A DEREVKO WOMAN.
Her aunt sat on the floor, looking worse for the wear. Her violet eyes wild. When blood flowed from her nose over her lips, she only darted her tongue out and licked her lips. They were now fully covered in blood, like lip-stick. She stood up, walked over to Viola and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a bloody smudge on her cheek. She laughed.
"See, you just need the right motivation. You don't have to worry." Aradia told them, as she spit the blood that had pooled around/in her mouth. She got a glass of water, then spit out the blood-tainted water.
Then she picked up a tissue, and wiped her mouth and nose.
"So, you say that Mia has disappeared? Could she have just gone somewhere and forgot to tell you?" Aradia asked, as she bit into a ripe pear. Delicious!
"Well, all we know is she went missing. We don't know if she was taken or simply left." Irina told Aradia, as she picked up a few broken glasses that had pretty much shattered because of the fight.
"She did not simply leave, Irina. Something must have happened to her. She wouldn't do that." Julian told them, sick of they're accusing tones. She wouldn't do that. *Maybe she was bored with you. Maybe she wanted something new. Who knows, maybe she was sick of this life.* The devil on his shoulder said. *NO! She was kidnapped or something. She loves him.* The angel on his other shoulder spat back.
He was going insane, imagining something that only happened in cartoons and movie-comedies.
~*~
To Be Continued ...
A/N: Hope you liked it. I think it's slightly better than chapter. 1. Please leave a reply, and don't be mean. ~Crimson snow, Iceland
by: Crimson Snow
A/N: Sequel to Black Dragons, which is the sequel to MIA. You have to read those in the correct order, if you want to understand this one. This is total Au, yeah.
Disclaimer in first chapter.
CHAPTER. 2:
1994
"I'm not working for you. I'm working with you! So, you can't tell me to do your dirty work. Remember, you don't want to piss me off. If you get hurt tonight, I might not... What?!! What are you doing here?!!" Mia snapped at a woman, who had just walked into his office while they were arguing over nothing really, she was just highly strung.
The woman had short, black hair and gray-blue eyes, obviously not field-trained.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Brandon but you told me to get you this information about the mission tonight. You said you wanted it straight away." She told Mia, as she handed her a folder with some papers in it.
"Thanks. Now, please go away." Mia told her, seething.
"You might working with me, but you remember that I still hired you. It's not as you have much experience of this world." He told her, not knowing that last line was far from the truth.
For a second her eyes were pure fire, but then she thought. *Getting angry won't work. I'll try something different.* Her eyes became sad, like a kicked kitten and he started to feel bad. She never gave up an argument that easily.
"Yeah, you're right. I don't. I'm going to leave now, see you tonight." She told him, as she started to walk away.
He hated when she got sad, especially if it was his fault. He went after her and apologized.
*Stupid, predictable fool! He's too emotional for this life.* Mia thought, as she smiled and hugged him. Accepting his apology.
2023
IRELAND:
Viola arrived, just right before it got dark, to her parents current home. One year ago they moved there. Irina had let her know. She knocked on the door, after a while her father came to the door.
"Why did Irina call me yesterday? What's wrong?" She asked him, as she walked inside the house.
"Your mother has disappeared. She didn't come back the day before yesterday. We don't know where she is." Julian told his daughter, who had sat down in the living room.
"What do you mean, disappeared? Do you think she was kidnapped?" She asked him, as her grandmother walked in.
"She has probably been kidnapped, but we can never know." Irina told her grand-daughter and Julian.
"Why would she betray you, and her family after 30 years?" He asked, but as he knew that was a stupid question.
"She could have well betrayed us. Even after 30 years." Irina told him, sharply.
"So, why did you need me here? Why not just tell me this over the phone? I'm missing classes at school." She told them, as she still sat there dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Her shoulder, length platinum blonde hair was in a ponytail. She was really tired, but also worried. She had already called India.
"Well, we need your help. We trust you want to get your mother back. You're the only one we can remotely trust." Her grandmother told her.
"I have no experience. I could mess all this up." She tells Irina, as Andrew walked in. She never liked that man, her mothers ex.
"You've had some training, right? Your parents told me you had some from the Australian government." She told Viola. (the reason I used Australia is because I wanted something different and I heard something about Australian intelligence a few weeks back on the news. If it's wrong, it's wrong. ~CS.)
"Only basic training. I left when they got into the heavier stuff. I decided it wasn't for me." Viola told Irina, a she stood up and walked to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling.
"Are you suggesting you bring my daughter, your grand-daughter, into this screwed-up life?" Julian asked, his mother-in-law and former employer.
"She was always in this life. She just never did anything to get involved in it. She didn't have a reason. But long before May died, she informed me that she had trained you in such things.
So, you would never be a victim." Irina told them both, as Viola was making a sandwich.
"Wait, what?" He asked her, like he didn't know. How did he not know.
"Hello!! May, my nanny 'till I was 17. The one that worked for grand mom. She taught me martial arts, self-defense, languages, that kinda stuff. Wake up, man!" Viola told her father, as she rolled her eyes." What was I thinking, you and mom were almost never home when I was a teenager, off course you wouldn't know." She told him, a little bite in her tone.
The doorbell rang, again.
Viola went to the door, when she opened the door her favorite niece was there, actually the only niece she knew.
"Aradia, what are you doing here?" Viola asked, as she hugged her 22 year old Irish/russian niece.
"Well, I heard you were here. My dad saw you at the airport, as he was dropping off his sister Christina. He yelled at you, but it looked like you were listening to something." She told her, as she walked into the kitchen where Julian and Irina were.
"Who was at the ... Maeve, how nice to see you again." Irina told Aradia, who was her sisters child. Her full name was Aradia Maeve derevko. 'Maeve' was from the Gaelic name 'Méabh',
and it meant 'intoxicating'. It was also the name of some warrior queen, in Irish legend, who killed a hero named Cuchulainn.
"What brings you here, Aradia?" Julian asked the Goth, who had sat down beside Viola.
Aradia had eerily violet eyes, with flecks of yellow encasing the violet.
She had long, red flowing hair with black streaks in it.
She wore black baggy pants with numerous pockets, mostly empty but some held her cell-phone, lip-gloss, that kinda thing. her shoes were also black, no heel but they were zipped up boots. her top was a violet and black velvety top, it was very form-fitting. it was fastened with many little hooks at the back, over that top was a black see throughy shirt with a silvery spider-web design. the area between her pants, that slung low on her hips, and her top showed a small sliver of skin.
She had always thought her eyes were the best part of her. People were always enchanted by her eyes.
"Like I told Vi here, my dad saw her at the airport and let me know. What, you think I'm spying on you or something? You know I quit that two years ago." The same had basically been done to her, as what had been done to Sydney (in the show. By her dad. the project Christmas thing.) But she never had to revenge someone's death, she had worked for the russian SVR (like Elsa Kaplan in ses.2) until she was 20. Then she quit.
While she worked there, she really hadn't done anything major to ruin anything for Irina or Viola's parents. They couldn't very well kill her, then her mother would be pissed. Never piss of a Derevko woman.
"NO. I just wanted to know why you were here." Julian told her, matter-of-factly.
"Fine! So, where's Mia?" Aradia asked, she really only called Syd that annoy her (Syd's) husband.
"Well, my mother has disappeared. That's why I'm here. My grandmother wants me wants me to rely on my short, basic training that I got while we lived in Australia. I mean, hello ... I haven't used any of that s*** in years. And ..." Viola was about to add. When suddenly, totally out of the blue, a fist came flying at her face.
Her training from youth, and from Australia, kicked in.
JAB. UPPERCUT. SIDE KICK. HOOK. POWER (CROSS) PUNCH. DROP KICK. (I got this from a book, sorry if it's weird.)
She blocked them all, except the jab. That hit her slightly below the nose. But she didn't let that stop her, She was so gonna kick her niece's ass.
HOOK. UPPERCUT. DROP KICK. ROUNDHOUSE KICK. FRONT KICK. And to finish of (not kill) her niece, an ELBOW STRIKE.
Irina and her father had to separate them. NEVER PISS OF A DEREVKO WOMAN.
Her aunt sat on the floor, looking worse for the wear. Her violet eyes wild. When blood flowed from her nose over her lips, she only darted her tongue out and licked her lips. They were now fully covered in blood, like lip-stick. She stood up, walked over to Viola and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a bloody smudge on her cheek. She laughed.
"See, you just need the right motivation. You don't have to worry." Aradia told them, as she spit the blood that had pooled around/in her mouth. She got a glass of water, then spit out the blood-tainted water.
Then she picked up a tissue, and wiped her mouth and nose.
"So, you say that Mia has disappeared? Could she have just gone somewhere and forgot to tell you?" Aradia asked, as she bit into a ripe pear. Delicious!
"Well, all we know is she went missing. We don't know if she was taken or simply left." Irina told Aradia, as she picked up a few broken glasses that had pretty much shattered because of the fight.
"She did not simply leave, Irina. Something must have happened to her. She wouldn't do that." Julian told them, sick of they're accusing tones. She wouldn't do that. *Maybe she was bored with you. Maybe she wanted something new. Who knows, maybe she was sick of this life.* The devil on his shoulder said. *NO! She was kidnapped or something. She loves him.* The angel on his other shoulder spat back.
He was going insane, imagining something that only happened in cartoons and movie-comedies.
~*~
To Be Continued ...
A/N: Hope you liked it. I think it's slightly better than chapter. 1. Please leave a reply, and don't be mean. ~Crimson snow, Iceland