Fic: Death On the Water (Lita/Christian, R, 2/?)
Fic: Death On The Water
Author: And/Kori posted as Koriandor
Parings: Lita/Christian, Edge/Victoria, Lilian/Jericho, Batista/Trish, Cena/Stacy, Randy/? Others
Rating: R
Category: AU
Disclaimer: We own nothing.
Spoilers: No Way
Warnings: Multiple character death, strong language. Anything else and we’ll let you know.
Summary: When two special agents go undercover, it's love and death on the high seas.
Notes: Using real names for the most part. Pretending Christian Cage is his real name for plot purposes.
Lunch hadn’t been as bad as Amy had imagined it would be. She’d found out quite a bit of background information on her new partner. Christian seeming more than happy to share details of his childhood with the redhead. And she’d actually found herself quite interested in the fact he’d been born in Canada but was now an American citizen after moving with his family to Tampa at the age of twelve.
The two were now in the shooting range for a friendly shooting competition. Or at least it was meant to be friendly. Having removed their jackets and in Christian’s case his tie as well, the pair were now sporting the required safety glasses and ear defenders ready to go.
Once Christian had instructed the guy in charge of operation the target range as to how far away he wanted their targets, they were ready to begin or almost ready. Amy deciding at the last minute to tie up her hair into a ponytail.
Christian shot her an amused look, “Are you ready now or maybe you’d like to have your nails done first?”
“I was born ready.”
"We'll see about that."
"Are you implying that you're better than me?"
"I graduated top of my class."
"And you need your hearing checked, because I already told you. I graduated at the top of my class."
Christian mimicked her, unbuttoning the top button of his pinstripe dress shirt ...
"Would you like me to call for drycleaning?"
"You think you're so good, let's put that to the test." He gestured to the targets, "One full magazine, closest to the target--"
"I get it."
Amy slipped her ear covers on, bringing the Glock 22 up then taking her stance; Christian mirroring her actions at his station. Save for the usual noise, all was silent as they concentrated on the task at hand. The pair going through the same motions when they'd emptied their respective magazines; Christian motioning for their paper targets to be brought up.
"You cheated."
"How the hell can I cheat?"
Christian pointed to his target, then to hers. "You followed my pattern."
Amy rolled her eyes, yanking the protective eyewear off first. "I followed your pattern? You're so full of yourself it's sickening."
"How else do you explain it ... Look at them, they are identical shots."
"That's because it's a standard pattern they teach at the academy you jerk."
Christian rolled his eyes, "I know that. But it's one of many. Am I supposed to believe you just happened to pick the same one as me?"
"You better believe it buddy." Amy glanced down to her watch, really they didn't have to be back at the office but ... "We should get going."
"Whatever you say, Pookie."
"Piss off."
"What was that?" Christian put a hand up to his ear, "Did you hear something?" Removing the car keys from his pocket, the blond man smirked. "In case you've forgotten already? We took my car."
Amy smiled sweetly, "Well there's one way to fix that," she grabbed the car keys from him. "Now, let's go."
Christian started to protest as they walked out of the indoor range, Amy stuffing the keys into the pocket of her dress pants just as he was going to reach for them ...
"You fucking pervert!"
"I'll have you arrested for grand theft auto."
"And I'll have you arrested for assault."
"Give me my car keys."
"Learn to say please and I'll take it into consideration."
A muscle in the blond man's face twitched, "May I please have my car keys back?"
She put her index finger to her chin, pretending to think about it ... "No. I already have the car keys, I'm driving. You just need to get used to that.”
From the time they'd left the shooting range to the time they returned to the building; Amy and Christian had done nothing but argue. Whether it was about the radio station or how they would act once they were on the cruise ... Happy newlyweds they were not. In fact, their arguing had caught the attention of everyone in the near vicinity; their co-workers giving them strange looks which neither Amy or Christian seemed to notice.
"I can't believe how much of a chauvinistic pig you are," Amy seethed, her hands clenched into fists at her side. "You ... You."
"Like you're any better," Christian fired back, "All I was doing was acting like a gentleman--"
"By ordering for me? By assuming that I would want--"
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"You probably wouldn't have listened to me if I did!"
"You had no right to hit me."
"I didn't hit you, I pushed your hand away from my person."
"You slapped me!" Christian pointed to his face, "Unless this handprint just magically appeared."
"I think it's quite the improvement," Amy said first, the woman crossing her arms over her chest. "And I wouldn't have slapped you if you hadn't grabbed my ass!"
"I didn't grab your ass, I was holding the door open for you."
"Right, because my pants resemble a door?"
Christian opened his mouth to retort, shutting it quickly when Mr. McMahon coughed ...
"You two do realise that the entire floor can hear you ..." He held up a hand when they tried to apologise, "I advised that you use your time to get to know each other. I would hope there was actual progress. Otherwise, I can re-assign this case."
Amy quickly shook her head, "We just got off on the wrong foot ... Isn't that right, Jay Jay Bear?"
Christian fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Absolutely Pookie ... You can trust us, Mr. McMahon. We won't let you down."
Mr. McMahon didn't seem to believe a word of it, but instead he nodded. "Very well, perhaps you should carry on then? In a more civilised manner?" The pair nodded silently, heading back to their respective desks before Mr. McMahon could say another word ... And whilst they were doing that, Mr. McMahon quickly beckoned for Lilian. "After witnessing that display, I feel it's necessary for another team to go on this case. You and Mr. Jericho are free, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Your cruise departs in forty eight hours time." He turned then, starting to head back to his office before he paused ... "Please keep me informed, if anything should go wrong."
“Yes sir.” Lilian walked over to Jericho’s desk. “We’ve been assigned to the death cruise case.”
Chris looked up from the papers he was reading, “I thought Cage and Dumas were on that?”
“They are but we’ve just been added in case something goes wrong.”
Jericho rolled his eyes, “Oh joy. Do you know what our covers are yet?”
The blonde shook her head, “Not yet. I was just about to go and ask McMahon.”
Chris got up from his seat, “I’ll come with you.”
Lilian smiled, “Sounds good.” The two soon heading towards their boss’s office.
Ten minutes later they were exiting, due the rushed nature of their addition to the case, they too would be posing as newlyweds posing under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Jericho.
Christian looked up as they walked towards his desk, “What’s going on?”
Chris smirked, “We’ve just been added to your case.”
“What? You’re kidding?”
“No, after that little display of yours, McMahon decided we needed to be on board as it were.”
The younger man shook his head, “I don’t believe this.” He turned his attention to the redhead, “Are you happy now?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m sorry would you like me to talk a little … slower.”
“No, I’d like to you fuck off.”
With that, Lilian grabbed Chris by the arm, “We’ll just be over there working out our cover.”
“Well that was down right embarrassing. You need to learn to control that temper of yours Pookie. You won’t be able to tell me to fuck off when we’re on the cruise.”
“That’s if we make it to the cruise.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The redhead rolled her eyes yet again, “What I mean is if we don’t stop this stupid arguing we are going to get thrown off this case before we even start. I don’t want that to happen.”
“And you think I do? I don’t want that either.”
“Finally, something we agree on.”
“So truce?” He held out his hand for her to shake.
After a moment she shook his hand, “Truce.”
Across the room, two pairs of eyes were watching them, “Looks like they’ve called a truce,” Lilian pointed out.
“Like that’s gonna last. Five bucks says they’ll be at each others throats before the days out.”
Lilian raised an eyebrow, “Only five bucks? You make that dinner and you’re on.”
Chris smiled, “Dinner it is then.” They shook on it.
“Right, so if they start arguing before the end of the day, you buy me dinner.” She walked off.
“What? No, that wasn’t what I meant …” but it was too late, she’d already gone, leaving Jericho with a confused expression on his face, “How did that happen?”
Author: And/Kori posted as Koriandor
Parings: Lita/Christian, Edge/Victoria, Lilian/Jericho, Batista/Trish, Cena/Stacy, Randy/? Others
Rating: R
Category: AU
Disclaimer: We own nothing.
Spoilers: No Way
Warnings: Multiple character death, strong language. Anything else and we’ll let you know.
Summary: When two special agents go undercover, it's love and death on the high seas.
Notes: Using real names for the most part. Pretending Christian Cage is his real name for plot purposes.
Lunch hadn’t been as bad as Amy had imagined it would be. She’d found out quite a bit of background information on her new partner. Christian seeming more than happy to share details of his childhood with the redhead. And she’d actually found herself quite interested in the fact he’d been born in Canada but was now an American citizen after moving with his family to Tampa at the age of twelve.
The two were now in the shooting range for a friendly shooting competition. Or at least it was meant to be friendly. Having removed their jackets and in Christian’s case his tie as well, the pair were now sporting the required safety glasses and ear defenders ready to go.
Once Christian had instructed the guy in charge of operation the target range as to how far away he wanted their targets, they were ready to begin or almost ready. Amy deciding at the last minute to tie up her hair into a ponytail.
Christian shot her an amused look, “Are you ready now or maybe you’d like to have your nails done first?”
“I was born ready.”
"We'll see about that."
"Are you implying that you're better than me?"
"I graduated top of my class."
"And you need your hearing checked, because I already told you. I graduated at the top of my class."
Christian mimicked her, unbuttoning the top button of his pinstripe dress shirt ...
"Would you like me to call for drycleaning?"
"You think you're so good, let's put that to the test." He gestured to the targets, "One full magazine, closest to the target--"
"I get it."
Amy slipped her ear covers on, bringing the Glock 22 up then taking her stance; Christian mirroring her actions at his station. Save for the usual noise, all was silent as they concentrated on the task at hand. The pair going through the same motions when they'd emptied their respective magazines; Christian motioning for their paper targets to be brought up.
"You cheated."
"How the hell can I cheat?"
Christian pointed to his target, then to hers. "You followed my pattern."
Amy rolled her eyes, yanking the protective eyewear off first. "I followed your pattern? You're so full of yourself it's sickening."
"How else do you explain it ... Look at them, they are identical shots."
"That's because it's a standard pattern they teach at the academy you jerk."
Christian rolled his eyes, "I know that. But it's one of many. Am I supposed to believe you just happened to pick the same one as me?"
"You better believe it buddy." Amy glanced down to her watch, really they didn't have to be back at the office but ... "We should get going."
"Whatever you say, Pookie."
"Piss off."
"What was that?" Christian put a hand up to his ear, "Did you hear something?" Removing the car keys from his pocket, the blond man smirked. "In case you've forgotten already? We took my car."
Amy smiled sweetly, "Well there's one way to fix that," she grabbed the car keys from him. "Now, let's go."
Christian started to protest as they walked out of the indoor range, Amy stuffing the keys into the pocket of her dress pants just as he was going to reach for them ...
"You fucking pervert!"
"I'll have you arrested for grand theft auto."
"And I'll have you arrested for assault."
"Give me my car keys."
"Learn to say please and I'll take it into consideration."
A muscle in the blond man's face twitched, "May I please have my car keys back?"
She put her index finger to her chin, pretending to think about it ... "No. I already have the car keys, I'm driving. You just need to get used to that.”
From the time they'd left the shooting range to the time they returned to the building; Amy and Christian had done nothing but argue. Whether it was about the radio station or how they would act once they were on the cruise ... Happy newlyweds they were not. In fact, their arguing had caught the attention of everyone in the near vicinity; their co-workers giving them strange looks which neither Amy or Christian seemed to notice.
"I can't believe how much of a chauvinistic pig you are," Amy seethed, her hands clenched into fists at her side. "You ... You."
"Like you're any better," Christian fired back, "All I was doing was acting like a gentleman--"
"By ordering for me? By assuming that I would want--"
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"You probably wouldn't have listened to me if I did!"
"You had no right to hit me."
"I didn't hit you, I pushed your hand away from my person."
"You slapped me!" Christian pointed to his face, "Unless this handprint just magically appeared."
"I think it's quite the improvement," Amy said first, the woman crossing her arms over her chest. "And I wouldn't have slapped you if you hadn't grabbed my ass!"
"I didn't grab your ass, I was holding the door open for you."
"Right, because my pants resemble a door?"
Christian opened his mouth to retort, shutting it quickly when Mr. McMahon coughed ...
"You two do realise that the entire floor can hear you ..." He held up a hand when they tried to apologise, "I advised that you use your time to get to know each other. I would hope there was actual progress. Otherwise, I can re-assign this case."
Amy quickly shook her head, "We just got off on the wrong foot ... Isn't that right, Jay Jay Bear?"
Christian fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Absolutely Pookie ... You can trust us, Mr. McMahon. We won't let you down."
Mr. McMahon didn't seem to believe a word of it, but instead he nodded. "Very well, perhaps you should carry on then? In a more civilised manner?" The pair nodded silently, heading back to their respective desks before Mr. McMahon could say another word ... And whilst they were doing that, Mr. McMahon quickly beckoned for Lilian. "After witnessing that display, I feel it's necessary for another team to go on this case. You and Mr. Jericho are free, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Your cruise departs in forty eight hours time." He turned then, starting to head back to his office before he paused ... "Please keep me informed, if anything should go wrong."
“Yes sir.” Lilian walked over to Jericho’s desk. “We’ve been assigned to the death cruise case.”
Chris looked up from the papers he was reading, “I thought Cage and Dumas were on that?”
“They are but we’ve just been added in case something goes wrong.”
Jericho rolled his eyes, “Oh joy. Do you know what our covers are yet?”
The blonde shook her head, “Not yet. I was just about to go and ask McMahon.”
Chris got up from his seat, “I’ll come with you.”
Lilian smiled, “Sounds good.” The two soon heading towards their boss’s office.
Ten minutes later they were exiting, due the rushed nature of their addition to the case, they too would be posing as newlyweds posing under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Jericho.
Christian looked up as they walked towards his desk, “What’s going on?”
Chris smirked, “We’ve just been added to your case.”
“What? You’re kidding?”
“No, after that little display of yours, McMahon decided we needed to be on board as it were.”
The younger man shook his head, “I don’t believe this.” He turned his attention to the redhead, “Are you happy now?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m sorry would you like me to talk a little … slower.”
“No, I’d like to you fuck off.”
With that, Lilian grabbed Chris by the arm, “We’ll just be over there working out our cover.”
“Well that was down right embarrassing. You need to learn to control that temper of yours Pookie. You won’t be able to tell me to fuck off when we’re on the cruise.”
“That’s if we make it to the cruise.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The redhead rolled her eyes yet again, “What I mean is if we don’t stop this stupid arguing we are going to get thrown off this case before we even start. I don’t want that to happen.”
“And you think I do? I don’t want that either.”
“Finally, something we agree on.”
“So truce?” He held out his hand for her to shake.
After a moment she shook his hand, “Truce.”
Across the room, two pairs of eyes were watching them, “Looks like they’ve called a truce,” Lilian pointed out.
“Like that’s gonna last. Five bucks says they’ll be at each others throats before the days out.”
Lilian raised an eyebrow, “Only five bucks? You make that dinner and you’re on.”
Chris smiled, “Dinner it is then.” They shook on it.
“Right, so if they start arguing before the end of the day, you buy me dinner.” She walked off.
“What? No, that wasn’t what I meant …” but it was too late, she’d already gone, leaving Jericho with a confused expression on his face, “How did that happen?”