A/N: I figured I might as well post this now, gonna have plenty of time to write the next few in the car on the way to Uni tomorrow. Progress is going decently on the new chapter of Security Service for those of you who care, I hope that I can get that posted tonight too. Again, enjoy my take on Sarah's 'thoughts' on the Helicopter episode.
Really? A Wienerlicious? That's the best they could come up with?
Sarah was livid at the Agency's choice of her cover job for the foreseeable future. As if the pigtails and the low cut blouse wasn't enough, the skirt just topped things off. And that damn hot dog necklace. Since she had picked up the, for want of a better word, uniform, Sarah had been seething at whichever pencil pusher back at Langley had decided it might be funny to let one of the world's most efficient killing machines wear one of the most ridiculous outfits known to man.
Sure, it would be fine if the mission called for her to distract a horde of teenage boys, but this was just asset protection. Not Sarah's speciality, by any means; she was more used to the quick in-and-out missions that involved relatively little in the way of cover maintenance. An assassination here, a seduction there, maybe the occasional gun battle to break up the monotony of the high profile assassinations. Now she had to think about someone else for once, someone who wouldn't know a safety catch from the magazine release on a pistol. God help me if I get locked in the freezer and he has to shoot the lock off, Sarah thought. Not that it was ever a good idea to give an asset a gun anyway, but it would be nice to know that he had some experience in shooting weapons that didn't require a loading screen.
Ah, the asset. Of all the people Sarah had expected to become involved in a top secret government conspiracy, he wouldn't be near the top of the list. Yet there was just something about him that seemed as though he were destined to be an agent. He had managed to defuse that bomb in less than 30 seconds, and that included a phone call to his idiot bearded friend. Almost as if he were Luke Skywalker, instead of Peter Parker. And it annoyed Sarah that she could make that comparison; the extensive research into her new asset/cover boyfriend had resulted in several late nights watching various sci-fi and superhero films in order to cement her cover.
Yet somehow, it was worth it to see his goofy grin when she surprised him with a throwaway reference to Star Wars or Firefly.
Dammit Walker, you're stronger than this. No emotional connections, not now, not ever.