Triple H: Here There Be Rules
Title: Here There Be Rules
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Triple H. - Original Fiction.
Word count: 1600
Characters: Daniel Sharpe, Madame Xiang and Andrew Radcliffe.
Summary: A story introducing the three main teachers and their rules. Lifted directly from episode one.
AN: I am writing two other stories as well, but this one was a story I just had to write today. So no, this is not the Daniel Andrew one, nor the one about Paige's back story. Hope you like this one anyway.
Here There Be Rules:
Daniel looked up over the small group of new students. He gave each of them a scowl for good measure and said, «My name is Daniel Sharpe and I am here to teach you to shoot, and more importantly, to stay in shape and learn how to take a beating. Because trust me kids, in this profession, you will shed a lot of blood. The trick is to know how to handle it.»
He stopped to take a breath and was met with a silent room filled with kids who stared wide-eyed back at him. He chuckled. Good, they were listening at least. He started pacing.
«I have three rules,» he said, holding up three fingers. Lifting one, he continued, «One: Pain is good. It lets you know you are not dead.»
A small kid on second row slowly raised his hand. Daniel nodded sharply towards him. «Yeah, what’s your name, kid?»
«Um... It’s Matt Hammersmith...» he said.
«Okey, Matt Hammersmith, what do you want?» Daniel said, raising an eyebrow.
«Uh... Did you... Sir? Did you borrow that rule from G.I Jane?» the Hammersmith kid managed to stutter out. The class erupted into giggles.
Daniel gave them all a sharp look and they quickly quited down. «So, Viggo Mortensen suddenly have copyright on that rule?» he barked. «It’s a good rule, so shut the fuck up!»
He hold up his fingers again, this time two. «Second rule!» he shouted to get everyone’s attention. «On a mission, keep your mouth shut! Don’t speak with people you don’t need to talk to. Do not draw attention to yourself. The less details you leave behind, the harder it will be to catch you. Comprende!?»
The class nodded in unison.
«Third and most important rule: Do not get caught!» He said this loudly and slowly. «Just, don’t get caught,» he said with a shrug. «To rescue you will take time and money and that’s just a pain. So save your fellow assassins the trouble of having to fly around the world saving you and don’t get caught.»
*
She opened the door and glided into the room. Madame Xiang gave the room a quick glance as she walked to stand before them.
«Good morning, children,» she said softly. She knew that someone was going to take offence at her use of children, and wasn’t disappointed.
«I’m sorry, Madam, but you can hardly call us children,» a clear girl voice said at the back.
Madame Xiang looked at the girl and smiled. Ah, yes, little Paige Dawson. Back as a student at last.
With a benevolent smile, she answered, «I am fully aware of that, Paige, but I am much older than you and reserve the right to call you children whenever I feel like it.»
The students laughed and Paige nodded in acceptance.
«I am Madame Xiang and I am here to teach you martial arts and how to use a knife like it is an extension of your arm.» She said this calmly looking at them all with a steady gaze. «Now, I expect that you have already had your first class with Mr. Sharpe?»
The class mumbled and nodded.
«Ah, ah, ah!» she said, wagging one delicate finger. «That’s ‘Yes, Madame Xiang.’» When they didn’t immediately do as she said, she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
And on cue the entire room chorused «Yes, Madame Xiang!»
«Good. I assume he told you about his rules?» she asked.
«Yes, Madame Xiang,» the class chorused again.
«Well, I have a few rules as well. Number one: You have to remember that a knife never runs out of bullets. So even if you do not consider yourself good with a knife, always carry one anyway. It might save your life one day.» Her voice was smooth and she never changed the volume of it. She was sure that they paid attention and it wasn’t often she raised her voice.
Noticing a few girls taking notes, she smiled to herself. This was a good class, she was sure of it.
«Rule number two and girls pay attention to this one: No matter how pretty the shoes are, if you can’t run in them, they are useless.»
They laughed.
«Oh, you laugh now,» she said. «But suddenly you will regret the choice you made that morning when you have to run for your life. Those high-heels might have looked wonderful to your new pants, but when you have an angry mobster on your tail, you will wish you had chosen the more sensible shoes.»
The girls smiled, clearly understanding what she meant. «This goes for boys as well. Don’t think this does not apply to you too. When on a mission, you have to wear shoes you can run in. This is why Mr. Radcliffe will teach you to run in any kinds of shoes later this year.»
This seemed to go over well with the class, because they started to talk amongst themselves. Madame Xiang cleared her throat delicately and they quietened down. They caught on fast.
«And my last rule is: Never trust a man or a woman who is drunk. Drunk people never honour their word. They might tell the truth, but they might also tell you a lie. Thus, never trust someone who is drunk.»
*
This was one of his favorite things at the start of every new school year. The first class where he got to know his new students and he got to tell them about his rules and philosophies of life.
He strode into the room and gave the gathered crowd of students a big smile. «Good morning class! My name is Andrew Radcliffe and I’m here to teach you all about the joys of a good disguise and the need of a good camouflage. I will, of course, teach all sort of other things too, but that is officially my job.»
He threw his jacket and briefcase on the desk and turned to face his new students. «Now, like every other teacher in this school I have a few sets of rules too. I guess it has become somewhat of a thing. I have to tell you though, my rules are so much better than everyone else's,» he said with a wink. That got the reaction he wanted, they laughed, and the tension in the room drained away.
«My first rule goes something like this: Never wear sunglasses unless a) it’s sunny and everyone else are wearing them too, or b) you actually want to attract attention. I’m afraid my young students, that sunglasses have become too much of a cliche in our line of work. So always be on the safe side and avoid using them. Please.»
He started walking around the room and continued to say, «Second rule: If you want to blend in, never wear black.»
He turned towards a couple of kids and said casually, «And if I were you I’d write all of this down.» A scramble erupted as every student in the room dived for something to write on.
Andrew grinned. «The reason you shouldn't wear black is that it is a very harsh colour. Very few people genuinely look good in it. It makes you look pale and drawn and it also stands out in a crowd. Which is a perfect segueway to my next rule: Brown, beige and grey are your friends. Mostly looked at as boring colours, but they are neutral and helps you blend in. And that’s the most important thing for an assassin; to blend in. You don’t want anyone to notice you. Unless it’s a show-killing.»
A hand sprang up. «We’ll get back to what a show-killing is later,» Andrew said without looking. The hand vanished. «Brown, beige and grey are colours that are easy to look past. There’s nothing that catches the eye. Which is why you should embrace them with all your heart. Remember this, young Jedi’s: When in doubt choose brown.»
Andrew continued to move around the room. He always hated teachers that just stood in front of the class when he was in school, which is why he consciously moved around. It created the illusion that the lecture was more exciting than it really was. And he never was good at sitting still anyway.
«Rule number four, when wearing a wig, and you will wear them a lot, please, for the love of god, make sure it matches your colours! Please, please, please. Nothing catches a woman’s attention like someone with a hair colour that is clearly not real. And last, but not least, rule number five: No capes. Ever.»
He stopped in front of the desk again and flashed them all a big smile. «So, any questions?»
«Mr. R?» Bree McAdams asked, her hand hanging uncertainly in the air. He nodded, giving her permission to speak. «Why no capes?» she asked with a frown.
Laughing, Andrew went to gather a questionnaire he made all his new students fill out, and said casually, «Oh, I’m afraid that’s a story for another time. I think you need to learn a little more first. I can tell you this, though, it involves Daniel Sharpe, a diamond, and dynamite.»
The kids groaned. «Come on, Mr. R! Tell us!»
Shaking his head he passed the questionnaire out. «No, sorry. Maybe next year! Now be good and fill out this for me. This is going to be a good year, I can feel it!»
They groaned again. Yeah, he truly loved the first class of the year.
finis.
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Triple H. - Original Fiction.
Word count: 1600
Characters: Daniel Sharpe, Madame Xiang and Andrew Radcliffe.
Summary: A story introducing the three main teachers and their rules. Lifted directly from episode one.
AN: I am writing two other stories as well, but this one was a story I just had to write today. So no, this is not the Daniel Andrew one, nor the one about Paige's back story. Hope you like this one anyway.
Here There Be Rules:
Daniel looked up over the small group of new students. He gave each of them a scowl for good measure and said, «My name is Daniel Sharpe and I am here to teach you to shoot, and more importantly, to stay in shape and learn how to take a beating. Because trust me kids, in this profession, you will shed a lot of blood. The trick is to know how to handle it.»
He stopped to take a breath and was met with a silent room filled with kids who stared wide-eyed back at him. He chuckled. Good, they were listening at least. He started pacing.
«I have three rules,» he said, holding up three fingers. Lifting one, he continued, «One: Pain is good. It lets you know you are not dead.»
A small kid on second row slowly raised his hand. Daniel nodded sharply towards him. «Yeah, what’s your name, kid?»
«Um... It’s Matt Hammersmith...» he said.
«Okey, Matt Hammersmith, what do you want?» Daniel said, raising an eyebrow.
«Uh... Did you... Sir? Did you borrow that rule from G.I Jane?» the Hammersmith kid managed to stutter out. The class erupted into giggles.
Daniel gave them all a sharp look and they quickly quited down. «So, Viggo Mortensen suddenly have copyright on that rule?» he barked. «It’s a good rule, so shut the fuck up!»
He hold up his fingers again, this time two. «Second rule!» he shouted to get everyone’s attention. «On a mission, keep your mouth shut! Don’t speak with people you don’t need to talk to. Do not draw attention to yourself. The less details you leave behind, the harder it will be to catch you. Comprende!?»
The class nodded in unison.
«Third and most important rule: Do not get caught!» He said this loudly and slowly. «Just, don’t get caught,» he said with a shrug. «To rescue you will take time and money and that’s just a pain. So save your fellow assassins the trouble of having to fly around the world saving you and don’t get caught.»
*
She opened the door and glided into the room. Madame Xiang gave the room a quick glance as she walked to stand before them.
«Good morning, children,» she said softly. She knew that someone was going to take offence at her use of children, and wasn’t disappointed.
«I’m sorry, Madam, but you can hardly call us children,» a clear girl voice said at the back.
Madame Xiang looked at the girl and smiled. Ah, yes, little Paige Dawson. Back as a student at last.
With a benevolent smile, she answered, «I am fully aware of that, Paige, but I am much older than you and reserve the right to call you children whenever I feel like it.»
The students laughed and Paige nodded in acceptance.
«I am Madame Xiang and I am here to teach you martial arts and how to use a knife like it is an extension of your arm.» She said this calmly looking at them all with a steady gaze. «Now, I expect that you have already had your first class with Mr. Sharpe?»
The class mumbled and nodded.
«Ah, ah, ah!» she said, wagging one delicate finger. «That’s ‘Yes, Madame Xiang.’» When they didn’t immediately do as she said, she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
And on cue the entire room chorused «Yes, Madame Xiang!»
«Good. I assume he told you about his rules?» she asked.
«Yes, Madame Xiang,» the class chorused again.
«Well, I have a few rules as well. Number one: You have to remember that a knife never runs out of bullets. So even if you do not consider yourself good with a knife, always carry one anyway. It might save your life one day.» Her voice was smooth and she never changed the volume of it. She was sure that they paid attention and it wasn’t often she raised her voice.
Noticing a few girls taking notes, she smiled to herself. This was a good class, she was sure of it.
«Rule number two and girls pay attention to this one: No matter how pretty the shoes are, if you can’t run in them, they are useless.»
They laughed.
«Oh, you laugh now,» she said. «But suddenly you will regret the choice you made that morning when you have to run for your life. Those high-heels might have looked wonderful to your new pants, but when you have an angry mobster on your tail, you will wish you had chosen the more sensible shoes.»
The girls smiled, clearly understanding what she meant. «This goes for boys as well. Don’t think this does not apply to you too. When on a mission, you have to wear shoes you can run in. This is why Mr. Radcliffe will teach you to run in any kinds of shoes later this year.»
This seemed to go over well with the class, because they started to talk amongst themselves. Madame Xiang cleared her throat delicately and they quietened down. They caught on fast.
«And my last rule is: Never trust a man or a woman who is drunk. Drunk people never honour their word. They might tell the truth, but they might also tell you a lie. Thus, never trust someone who is drunk.»
*
This was one of his favorite things at the start of every new school year. The first class where he got to know his new students and he got to tell them about his rules and philosophies of life.
He strode into the room and gave the gathered crowd of students a big smile. «Good morning class! My name is Andrew Radcliffe and I’m here to teach you all about the joys of a good disguise and the need of a good camouflage. I will, of course, teach all sort of other things too, but that is officially my job.»
He threw his jacket and briefcase on the desk and turned to face his new students. «Now, like every other teacher in this school I have a few sets of rules too. I guess it has become somewhat of a thing. I have to tell you though, my rules are so much better than everyone else's,» he said with a wink. That got the reaction he wanted, they laughed, and the tension in the room drained away.
«My first rule goes something like this: Never wear sunglasses unless a) it’s sunny and everyone else are wearing them too, or b) you actually want to attract attention. I’m afraid my young students, that sunglasses have become too much of a cliche in our line of work. So always be on the safe side and avoid using them. Please.»
He started walking around the room and continued to say, «Second rule: If you want to blend in, never wear black.»
He turned towards a couple of kids and said casually, «And if I were you I’d write all of this down.» A scramble erupted as every student in the room dived for something to write on.
Andrew grinned. «The reason you shouldn't wear black is that it is a very harsh colour. Very few people genuinely look good in it. It makes you look pale and drawn and it also stands out in a crowd. Which is a perfect segueway to my next rule: Brown, beige and grey are your friends. Mostly looked at as boring colours, but they are neutral and helps you blend in. And that’s the most important thing for an assassin; to blend in. You don’t want anyone to notice you. Unless it’s a show-killing.»
A hand sprang up. «We’ll get back to what a show-killing is later,» Andrew said without looking. The hand vanished. «Brown, beige and grey are colours that are easy to look past. There’s nothing that catches the eye. Which is why you should embrace them with all your heart. Remember this, young Jedi’s: When in doubt choose brown.»
Andrew continued to move around the room. He always hated teachers that just stood in front of the class when he was in school, which is why he consciously moved around. It created the illusion that the lecture was more exciting than it really was. And he never was good at sitting still anyway.
«Rule number four, when wearing a wig, and you will wear them a lot, please, for the love of god, make sure it matches your colours! Please, please, please. Nothing catches a woman’s attention like someone with a hair colour that is clearly not real. And last, but not least, rule number five: No capes. Ever.»
He stopped in front of the desk again and flashed them all a big smile. «So, any questions?»
«Mr. R?» Bree McAdams asked, her hand hanging uncertainly in the air. He nodded, giving her permission to speak. «Why no capes?» she asked with a frown.
Laughing, Andrew went to gather a questionnaire he made all his new students fill out, and said casually, «Oh, I’m afraid that’s a story for another time. I think you need to learn a little more first. I can tell you this, though, it involves Daniel Sharpe, a diamond, and dynamite.»
The kids groaned. «Come on, Mr. R! Tell us!»
Shaking his head he passed the questionnaire out. «No, sorry. Maybe next year! Now be good and fill out this for me. This is going to be a good year, I can feel it!»
They groaned again. Yeah, he truly loved the first class of the year.
finis.