In Spying, Love, and War: A This Means War Fanfiction Story
Special Feature/Alternate Ending 1: Hey, Superslick
Just after Heinrich's van crash tumble falls into the highway below...
Faint clouds of smoke come from the burning wreckage of construction equipment.
The sun is kind of glaring in Tuck's eyes.
Tuck slightly groans. He rubs his eyes, closing them.
He opens them, looking across the section of freeway.
And, across the freeway... He sees Lauren in FDR's arms.
They've pulled each other close, with their arms wrapped around each other's sides.
FDR checks, "are you okay?"
More cheerfully... She says, "yeah. I am now. But...please. Don't let go."
FDR faintly smiles. He comments, "I won't. Faint laugh. Guess you've made your decision."
He moves his arms up, lightly putting his hands over her cheeks.
Lauren faintly chuckles. She faintly smiles.
She starts feeling up his sides.
Lauren reflects, "yeah. Maybe I am crazy. But, even when we were about to burn...you have the most incredible protective shield I could ever find in a guy. Very faint chuckle. That's not the only thing I love about you. But, it is the most incredible thing. I wanna just melt into you."
FDR faintly awkwardly chuckles. He smiles.
Lauren moves her arms, lightly putting her hands over his neck.
They start to pull each other into a kiss.
Then... Tuck kind of loudly goes ahem.
Tuck faintly smiles. He comments, "hey man. Get a room."
Lauren kind of annoyedly rolls her eyes. FDR kind of annoyedly glares back at Tuck.
Lauren slightly turns to Tuck.
She comments back, "oh my god, Tuck! You two have the same room."
FDR laughs, almost doubling over.
Tuck faintly laughs, raising his hands defeatedly.
He says casually, "okay, okay. You deserve each other. I'm just going to go check my cell phone."
FDR adds, "yeah. Okay."
FDR and Lauren faintly smile to him. Tuck faintly smiles back.
Tuck walks over to the other side of the freeway, taking out his cell phone.
Some certain recent text messages from Trish appear on his cell phone's screen.
Police cars and ambulances are coming down the highway below. The distant sound of sirens can be heard.
A mostly red and white news helicopter is flying over the highway. A blue number 8 is on its side.
FDR wonders, "so...where were we?"
Lauren playfully grins. She reminds him, "I think we were about to kiss. Could we be?"
FDR and Lauren faintly laugh and chuckle.
They pull each other into a kiss.
Soon, they're making out against the walled side of the freeway: Forgetting everything else in the moment.
FDR pulls off her top, leaving her down to her white laced bra.
As they keep making out... Lauren undoes his buttoned shirt.
She pulls off his suit.
Only the sound of the helicopter passing over the highway keeps them from impulsively taking off all their clothes.
FDR pulls her close by the walled side of freeway, shielding her from any news cameras.
Lauren blushes nervously the whole time. But, only a little.
And, as the sound of the helicopter fades away... They both awkwardly smile.
A few days later...
Collins figures, "still... If there's anything we or the F.B.I. can do for you, please let us know. You deserve it, boys."
There's a brief awkward silence.
Tuck says, "thank you. But...I think we're good."
They start to leave.
But, after Tuck leaves... FDR stays in the office.
He turns back to Collins, faintly smiling.
He considers, "actually boss, there is one thing."
A few days later, by a certain martial arts arena...
Tuck is passing by it: The Nakakuma West Side Dojo, with its grayish black roof, light tan Japanese screens, and mostly wooden outside walls.
He's getting teary eyed. He takes a heavy breath.
It's early night.
Tuck is wearing black jeans and a red, blue, and white checkered collared buttoned overshirt.
Then... A dark blue car pulls up in front.
Some bodyguards in black suits are in back. They stay in the car.
Tuck is quick to put a hand on his pistol in his pocket.
But, just as quickly... He takes his empty hand out.
Once he sees who's getting out of the car... He looks quite stunned.
With a firm but very soft toned voice... Katie solemnly says, "hey. So...I found out you have a clean bill of mental health."
She's wearing a gray sweater bunched up and hanging over her white sleeveless top, dark blue jeans, and a brown belt with a gold buckle. She has a hand in her pocket where her dark purple cell phone is.
She has silver hoop earrings, with small computer mouse like silver hanging in the middle of both of them. She also has a tan pink handbag over her shoulder with a long strap.
Kind of suspiciously... Tuck asks, "yeah. Who told you?"
Despite being teary eyed... Katie very faintly smiles.
She solemnly points out, "just a friend you've known for a long time. You know him."
Then... Tuck faintly remembers FDR's text.
It said:
Come alone to the Nakakuma West Side Dojo, 7:00 P.M. You'll thank me later, I swear.
Tuck faintly laughs. He mutters, "god. We both know him."
Katie smirks a little. She adds, "mm-hmm."
She then offers her hand.
Tuck looks at her confused.
Katie faintly laughs. She says, "hi, um...I'm Katie."
Tuck faintly smiles.
Tuck reintroduces himself, "hello. I'm Tuck. Pleased to meet you."
They shake hands.
With mixed feelings... Katie concludes, "it's nice to meet you. Hopefully with no agents sooner than later. But...you can understand?"
She faintly sniffles.
Tuck firmly nods. He concludes, "yeah. Yeah, I do. That's more than fair."
Katie adds, "okay, good."
There's a nervous silence.
After a bit... Tuck nervously brings up, "well...you wanna get some dinner? As a family?"
Katie points out, "I would. But...I think Joe needs more time."
Tuck solemnly just says, "okay."
Katie suggests, "but we can get some dinner. Franklin and Lauren offered to babysit if I couldn't get anyone else."
Tuck realizes, "ohh. Okay."
They both faintly laugh.
Tuck then concludes, "but really: We can do that."
Katie very faintly smiles. She figures, "okay. Then it's time to go."
They both walk to the car.
Katie gets into the driver's seat. Tuck gets in the co-pilot seat.
Soon as they buckle up... Katie is driving them to a kitchen bar hybrid restaurant for their little reunion.
A hour and a half later...
It's dark out.
Katie's car pulls up in front of the Nakakuma West Side Dojo.
Tuck get out of the car, closing the door behind him.
He pats it a little before walking away. But, he's faintly smiling.
Katie waves. She's faintly smiling back.
Tuck waves back.
Then, Katie's car drives away.
Tuck faintly laughs to himself.
Then, as he's walking back to his car in the parking lot... He pauses.
He catches FDR standing by the entrance. He's in black sunglasses and black stealth clothes.
FDR faintly smiles. He says, "hey, man. Nice to happen to see you here."
Looking suspicious all a sudden... Tuck asks, "FDR, what did you do?"
He's pointing to him as he says it.
FDR faintly laughs.
He tries to casually argue, "come on. Can't I just stop by and say hello to my bro?"
He has his arms out as he says it.
Tuck is still looking at him suspiciously.
He asks again, "FDR?"
FDR answers, "okay. I had the C.I.A. pay for Joe's future."
Looking fairly stunned... Tuck questions, "what?"
FDR starts saying outright, "I'm not kidding. College tuition, insurance K to adult, one of the best doctors in the country, money saved in advance for a good lawyer... It's all paid now, pal. Then...well..."
Tensely... Tuck says lowly, "you did more?!"
FDR tries to assure him, "hey, I just visited her. I showed my name on all the payments. I said I knew people in the top that would take care of you if you beat someone to death."
Tuck puts him in a stranglehold by the neck.
Tuck glares. He says, "wait. You don't trust me now? I thought we were family!"
Under his stranglehold... FDR struggles to say, "I... I wasn't trying to... I...can't breathe, Tuck."
Tuck lets him go.
Tuck kind of annoyedly shakes his head.
FDR is catching his breath.
They both nervously sigh.
FDR explains, "what I didn't tell her was that we look out for each other: In spy work and off the field. I doubt you'll really go there again. But, even if you do, I have your back."
Tuck faintly nervously laughs.
He shakes his head annoyedly at him again. But, he's faintly smiling.
Tuck concludes, "I'm not sure if that's completely immoral or considerate."
FDR kind of lightly remarks, "yeah. Well, I call it "spymantic"."
Tuck adds, "still... Thank you, Franklin."
FDR faintly smiles. He adds, "you're welcome, Tuck."
They hug each other, lightly patting each other on the back.
They then walk together to Tuck's car, ready to turn in for the night.
Several weeks later, in Trish's and Lauren's house...
Lauren and FDR are coming in through the double window screen double doors, hand in hand.
After they take their shoes and socks off... They come into the kitchen.
Lauren is wearing a dark red sleeveless dress. She has her hair slightly curly. She also has musical triangle shaped gold heart earrings.
FDR is wearing a black suit, a dark blue collared shirt, and blue jeans.
Lauren smiles. She says, "I had a really good time tonight."
FDR smiles. He adds, "me too."
They pull each other close, about to kiss.
But, then... FDR suddenly says awkwardly, "umm...right. Sorry. I almost forgot."
They pull away.
Lauren gives him a funny look.
She sighs nervously.
FDR looks nervously back to her.
Lauren points out, "okay. You wouldn't tell me now if it wasn't important. What did you almost forget, FDR?"
FDR then faintly smiles.
He pulls out a little gold rimmed black box from his pockets.
FDR says confidently, "I got you something."
Lauren smiles. She asks, "really?"
FDR says, "yeah."
Lauren figures, "I'm sure I'd like to see it."
FDR says, "all right."
He opens up the little box, holding it up in one hand.
And, inside...there's a sparkly silvery Superman logo like engagement ring surrounded by light red.
Lauren blushes a little. She gasps.
She smiles. She gets wide eyed.
She goes, "oh my god! Oh my god, you're really asking me?"
FDR says, "I am. I love you, Lauren."
Lauren concludes, "I love you so much, Franklin. Of course I want to."
She takes the ring.
FDR puts the little box down on the kitchen counter.
But, as Lauren is starting to put on the ring on her left hand... She pauses, deep in thought.
FDR asks nervously, "what? What's wrong?"
Lauren keeps holding the ring in her hand.
After a bit... Lauren kind of nervously admits, "it's not too soon to me. But...you sure this isn't too soon for your nana to accept?"
FDR very faintly laughs. He faintly smiles.
He puts a sympathetic hand on her free hand.
FDR assures her, "Ms. Worries-A-Lot... My nana says there are no mistakes: Only reasons good and bad. My nana also really likes you."
Lauren faintly grins. She adds, "thank you. I needed that."
Sounding a little better... FDR adds, "you're welcome."
Lauren then puts on his Superman logo like engagement ring.
She lets it sparkle a little in the kitchen light, admiring it.
Lauren offhandedly says, "you know..."
FDR wonders, "yeah?"
Lauren adds, "that's kind of a very convenient philosophy."
FDR concludes, "yeah. I believe it too."
Lauren smiles. She says, "well, I can crunch the numbers and add it up into top ten reasons why I love you."
FDR faintly laughs. Lauren faintly chuckles.
Before FDR can say something... She's starting to pull off his suit.
FDR puts his hands on hers.
He heavily sighs.
FDR kind of nervously says, "Lauren... I'd love to. But, Trish can come back soon. I should be a gentleman."
Lauren kind of annoyedly rolls her eyes. But, she's playfully grinning.
She remarks, "good thing I'm not always a lady. Besides... You are my protective shield, and I want so bad to melt into you now."
FDR faintly smiles awkwardly. He remarks back, "well, you're right about that. But...it's kind of hard to be without clothes."
Lauren pulls off his suit anyway. FDR can't help but faintly laugh.
Lauren starts pulling off her own dress.
Soon, she's down to her white laced lingerie and bra.
Then... Lauren whispers in his ear, "we challenge each other, FDR. You sure you're not up to the challenge?"
She's feeling up both his sides as she does.
FDR slightly sighs, looking very amused.
FDR goes, "all right. But, can we turn off the lights?"
Lauren briefly kisses him.
She smiles. She says, "I knew you would say that. Please don't worry about it."
FDR smiles back. He just says, "okay."
Lauren then goes over to turn off the kitchen lights.
FDR is already pulling off his shirt.
Lauren clears off the kitchen counter.
She's carefully putting all the things there on the dining room table: Unplugged plugs and all.
Soon, they're lying topless on the kitchen counter...with Lauren on top of FDR.
They're making out as Lauren feels up his arms and shoulders.
The next minute, she's unzipping his pants.
And, as Trish's and Lauren's car is pulling up... Faint laughing, faint chuckling, and low moans and groans of pleasure come from the kitchen.