Summary: First Thresholdfan fiction, so do with me as you will. Have an idea of a continuation. If anyone would like to see something of the sort in ink, please drop me a line. If not, feel free to send my already frail self-esteem into oblivion. You never know, it may bring about the muse I am so desperately searching for.
Disclaimer: Threshold and its characters are owned by someone that isn't me. Must look into that….
Chapter One: Caffeine allergies.
Molly Anne Caffrey walked into the break room and observed Cavennaugh nursing a mug of tea as he leaned against the counter.
"You know, I've never seen you drink coffee. You wouldn't by any chance be allergic to caffeine, because that might just be weird." Cavennaugh gave her a bemused look as she continued to stare at him with a look of mock seriousness. Putting the nearly empty mug down behind him, the head of security folded his arms and eyed Molly carefully.
"Uh, no. I don't have a - heh- a caffeine allergy." His superior nodded her head, inhaled and rubbed her hands together in that slightly nervous gesture that was uniquely hers. Cocking his head to see her better, he remarked "You seem a little disappointed."
"Well, I was hoping to find something out about you." Casually walking up beside him to gain access to the coffee pot, she glanced at the see-through mug he seemed to prefer. She found herself- more and more as of late- noticing every little insignificant detail about him in a bid to know him better. This 'International Man Of Mystery', as she had now began to refer to him as fondly in her own mind- barring, of course, the semi-accidental slip of the nickname to Baylock- had fascinated and confounded her since he had literally dropped out of the sky.
"By asking if I have a caffeine allergy?" she chuckled as she gazed into the depths of the coffee she was stirring.
"Maybe not the best way of starting a conversation, I'll admit." Glancing at his suit (Same one as in Revelations) she decided it was her favourite on him. It never ceased to amaze her how she could think such frivolous thoughts about a man she barely knew when the world as they know it could end at any moment. It was a good thing she never put anything about fraternization in her plan. It never occurred to her that anyone would think about such things if the plan came into effect.
Watching her fumble slightly with her words, he took pity on her and decided he would answer her questions truthfully if he was permitted. Information like his real name, date of birth and anything that can be found on a legal document, or anything pertaining to his work were classified. Everything else was kept to himself simply because of his inability to trust. The moment he met Molly, however, he felt none of the inhibitions he normally felt when meeting someone, be it a complete stranger or a supposed life time friend. His natural reticence had escalated during a particularly bad period when he was sixteen or so, and, while it helped immensely with his line of work, it developed some deep rifts between himself and everyone who came into contact with him thereafter. The beautiful woman in front of him seemed to incur no such shyness.
It also flattered him that afore mentioned beautiful woman was so interested in him. After denying them information a few times people realised they weren't really that interested, and thought of him as nothing more than a ghost, in every sense of the word. Molly on the other hand….
"What would you like to know?"
Surprised by his compliance, Molly thought carefully about what she might ask him. Deciding on something light to start off with, she sat down at the small table in the middle of the room and waited for him to join her.
"Why do you always drink tea and not coffee like the rest of us?"
"Don't probe too deeply," he smirked as he watched her sip her drink. "It's simple really: tea kicks ass."
Authors Note: The next chapter will pick up exactly where I left it. I just want to see if it's worth continuing.
Also, if the characters are, well, out of character please mention it.
Kai.