Chapter Four
That Night in Paris
*Note to the reader this chapter has somewhat graphic sex scene in it, only mature audiences need read this chapter*
Back in his penthouse, Drake lay on his couch staring up at the ceiling with ice on his legs. He really pissed the VRA tonight, and he took this war to a new step this time by killing members of the VRA task force. He removed the already melted ice as I.O.N said, "Sir, the files have been sealed back to highly classified and only the President can issue them to be opened again. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Drake said, "No, power down and get some sleep." I.O.N did as his father and created instructed. Drake put his head down and then suddenly felt a gun to the back of his head and Tess saying, "Don't move." Drake did as she asked and but asked, "Why the unexpected call?" Tess replied, "I am tired of your games Drake, why are you doing this? I have already figured out that you're carrying on a family legacy, especially after I read about the escapades of the first Undertaker in 1871. But why are you doing this?" Drake said, "Because I am the only one that can." He stood up wincing as Tess could see bullet holes throughout his pants and whispered, "Drake." Drake turned to see the concern in her eyes and he said, "It's nothing the suit got a little dinged up." However, when she looked closer she could see actually blood and immediately called Hamilton without Drake knowing as he was in the kitchen getting more ice. He sat back down on the couch as she helped him, feeling her touch again brought a smile to his face, and he remembered their time in Paris.
Paris, 1997
It had been a routine mission he was called up on; being a member of a secret government task force that only answers to the President of the United States had its perks. His code name The Undertaker, in recent years he had been a solo operative. However for this mission in Paris he was working with another agent, for the reclusive Checkmate organization. He knew of this operative as the leader of the Dimension Security Agency, or DSA for short, he had to know what all other agencies where doing. Checkmate being on the top of his list of secret agencies he watched, but this operative intrigued him. He sat at the coffee shop and drank his coffee; he always loved Paris and believed it to the center of the sophisticated world when he first saw it. Soon after waiting a half hour, his partner arrived and Drake said, "You're late Miss Mercer." Tess peered out from behind her glasses and obviously could tell she was working with a by the book kind of agent. Tess replied, "You stick out like a sore thumb, everyone can tell you don't belong. While I on the other hand look like a tourist." Drake smiled and said, "Miss Mercer, a tourist is what they will be expecting, but a man drinking coffee in the same spot to where people know his name and face. That makes him a regular and doesn't stick out like a sore thumb." Tess glared and said, "You're an ass." Drake replied, "Yes…yes I am." He kept drinking his coffee as if he had done it a thousand times, and she watched ever sip he took. Meanwhile, he kept staring at the same bakery for over an hour. Tess finally asked, "Why are we sitting here for?" Drake smiled and watched. Just as he said that a superhuman busted out of shop having just robbed the place. Tess was about to pull her weapon and Drake stopped her and said, "Be patient he is not the one we are assigned to fetch. His boss is." She withdrew her hand from her coat and said, "So how do we get him?" She had to admit that he knew what he was doing and probably had followed the guy knowing he was going to be here, but something did not feel right about this man she was working with. He seemed to hold too many secrets.
As the weeks passed, Tess and Drake got closer and closer together. The night that they were going to take down the boss was a nervous night; Drake was more worried than he had ever been on a mission. He had years of training but wasn't sure how many years she had. However, the thing that worried him the most was the fact he was worried if Tess was going to get hurt. Tess on the other hand was worried that she was falling hard for someone that she would never see again. As Drake knocked on the door to her room, and he said, "You ready?" Tess came out in an elegant ball gown and nodded. There target was holding a part for his associates, during those weeks both Tess and Drake worked their way in as arms dealers for the Swede. The Swede was a metahuman, with the ability to create force fields. Tess mission unknown to Drake was to capture the Swede alive and return him to Checkmate so he could be studied or recruited to help the United States government. However, Drake's mission was to eliminate the Swede, he had spent those weeks analyzing just how to do that. He knew that Tess would tried to take him alive and knew she had tranquilizers ready, but he had poison that he would slip to the Swede sometime during the night. At the party Tess and Drake entered, and was immediately greeted by the Swede who asked "Do you have the merchandise." Tess smiled at him and said, "Of course, but tonight we party." Drake took her to the dance floor and danced with her and said, "I do have to admit this is the most fun I have ever had in Paris." Tess nodded and smiled at him, his fiery red eyes staring back at her and she said, "You've been to Paris before?" Drake replied, "That's classified." Tess laughed, each of them swaying to the music their bodies closer than they ever had been those few months. Just as the music began to stop Drake leaned in and gave Tess a passionate kiss. Then the Swede announced it was time for dinner, Drake and Tess were at the table with the boss man. He was drinking and eating, and with a flick of his wrist Drake poured the poison into the Swede's drink without him noticing. He also watched as the Swede began to drink and within seconds landed face first into his meal. Drake immediately went to check his pulse and said, "Oh my god, he's dead." Everyone gasped as the Swede's security ran to him, as Tess smelt his cup and said, "He's been poisoned." At that moment everyone began to panic and run out of the building, while the security guards where distracted Drake grabbed Tess's hand and they ran out the front door. Drake disposed of the vial of poison in the trash as they were leaving, as Tess watched him.
Back at the hotel room, Tess was passing back and forth and said, "You killed him. Our orders where to take him alive, the White Queen is not going to be pleased." Drake smiled and said, "I don't work for Checkmate Tess, I work for another organization that answers only to the President. My orders were to kill the Swede, that way another arms dealer that has struck a deal with the United States can sell guns to the drug cartels so DEA can track to their main supply caches." Tess just glared at him and said, "And for a moment there, just a moment mind you I thought I had real feelings for you." Drake looked at her and said, "I still do Tess." Tess stopped and looked at him; she then pushed him on the bed and straddled him. Tess then untied the back of her dress and let it fall of her form. She then reached for Drake's shirt and ripped it open, as he fingers began to trace down his well chiseled chest, she had to smile and remember her times with Oliver Queen. Oliver was nothing to compared to Drake; at least Drake had raw power deep with him and a confidence not to be a play boy. She watched as Drake tenderly traced up her curves, his every touch almost sending electricity through her. She then watched as he pulled the rest of her dress off her body with a swift motion. He then began to kiss her lips passionately and softly, has his hands began to trace along her spine. Drake's kisses then moved along her collarbone as he inched closer and closer to her breasts. The pure lust that filled the room was driving Tess insane with passion as she pushed him on the bed and began to unbuckle his belt. She then pulled of his pants and boxers, as she then began to slide him into her. As she began to rock back and forth in his lap, his moans of pleasure echoed into her ear. Drake then began to match her motion and speed, sending ecstasy rocking through her body. She thought, he is defiantly not like Oliver, as she moaned his name. He then rolled over to where he could take over the amount of pleasure that coursed through her body. His every thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure through her already hot body. Within hours, sweat began to roll off the two lover's body. With one final thrust they both screamed each other's names, before passing out in each other's arms.
In the morning Tess awoke to find Drake missing, as she wrapped the sheet around her to go check the main room of their suite. She found his room empty and a note on the bed, with her purse she had taken with her the night before. She began to read it: Tess, I love you these weeks with you in Paris has been the most important of my life. They made me feel alive again, something that hasn't happened for a very long time. However, I got another mission and have to return to the States. By the way, I took the sample of the Swede's blood that you stole from him while everyone was distracted. You might have thought that I did not notice but I did. No government should use super humans as weapons, I'm sorry. Tess crumpled up the note and tossed in the trash and said, "Bastard!" She sat on the bed and tears filled her eyes, as she was once again alone.
Present Day, Metropolis
Drake was awaken from his memory by the sound of other footsteps as he jumped up wincing he grabbed his gun and pointed it at the door. Tess said, "Drake, put the gun down he's a friend. This is…" Drake said, "Dr. Emil Hamilton of Metropolis Medical, yes I know." Drake lowered his gun and said, "From what Tess told me on the phone, it seems this in urgent but I highly recommend you going to hospital for your injuries." Drake looked at Tess and said, "I don't need a doctor I'm fine." Tess said, "You are not, I saw the bullet holes from when you were shot up tonight, but I also saw the blood. Which means you are bleeding and knowing you probably stuffed the holes with cotton balls." Emil looked at Tess and finally put two and two together and said, "So this is the Undertaker." Drake rolled his eyes and said, "Can he keep his mouth shut." Emil replied, "I should just let you bleed to death after what you did to the Green Arrow." Drake said, "Oliver Queen, he came out remember." Emil said, "Oliver then, but I took an oath. Drop your pants and let me see." Drake said, "I'd rather not." Tess said, "If you are worried about me seeing anything I have already seen it remember." Drake said, "I'd still rather not." Tess said, "It's not time for your manly bullshit, drop them." Drake said, "No." Tess said, "Fine." She proceeded to grab a letter up and cut his pants, only to reveal no bullet holes or burnt flesh. Her eyes grew wide and said, "I saw blood." Emil examined the blood on the pants and said, "This is blood but, if you did not have armor underneath your armor, then?" Tess said, "This is not possible unless you're Kryptonian or a metahuman." Drake said, "How do you know of Kryptonians? Well never mind that, first things first. Yes I am a metahuman; I have been a metahuman since 2150 B.C, if I can remember correctly, in Egypt." Emil replied, "That is during the time of the Old Kingdom, how much do you remember?" Drake looked at him and said, "I remember bits and pieces but I don't really remember my true name. I do remember the Romans coming and everything after, however, I believe the reason I don't remember is because I did die and they left me to die in the sands." Tess just looked at him and Drake continued and said, "You should come down to the sub basement with me, both of you, it's where I contain all of artifacts and treasures. It is my entire history down there." They then proceeded to the elevtor to go down, to see all the secrets that Drake had been hiding. Tess thinking to herself, if he truely loved her then why not tell her the truth that night in Paris.