Fic: Reserve Forces
I had two ideas for this prompt, but the long, plotty one is going to take a while to finish. In the meantime, have the ficlet.
Title: Reserve Forces
Prompt: Ivan has been a secret agent all along
Length: 200 words.
Rating/warnings: G, none
Summary: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?"
"Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?"
Ivan cringed. In this state, the Chief could blow his cover to pieces with a single sentence and never know what he was doing. Admittedly, only Miles would find out, but still. Ivan didn't want Miles to find out. The Chief didn't want Miles to find out. ImpSec Counter-Intelligence was secretive for a reason.
"Just running Miles' errands, same as usual," he told Illyan lightly, hoping it would get through. I'm not here on official business.
Miles grinned at him. "You'll be fine," he said, thumping Ivan on the shoulder, and went out, leaving Ivan alone with his boss.
And not a moment too soon. "Did you find my leak?" Illyan demanded. "Someone is feeding the Tau Cetans little bits of classified information out of Ops, and I need to know who. Find them for me, Vorpatril."
"Yes, sir," Ivan said through pure spinal reflex, even though he had found the leak four years ago. "It'll all be fine, sir."
Illyan leaned back in his chair. "Good," he said. There was an expression in his brown eyes that made Ivan horribly uneasy even before he identified it.
Trust.
Then Illyan's face changed, the trust melting into panic, and Ivan drew breath to answer his anxious questions.
Miles, if you don't find out who did this to him, then I will.
Title: Reserve Forces
Prompt: Ivan has been a secret agent all along
Length: 200 words.
Rating/warnings: G, none
Summary: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?"
"Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?"
Ivan cringed. In this state, the Chief could blow his cover to pieces with a single sentence and never know what he was doing. Admittedly, only Miles would find out, but still. Ivan didn't want Miles to find out. The Chief didn't want Miles to find out. ImpSec Counter-Intelligence was secretive for a reason.
"Just running Miles' errands, same as usual," he told Illyan lightly, hoping it would get through. I'm not here on official business.
Miles grinned at him. "You'll be fine," he said, thumping Ivan on the shoulder, and went out, leaving Ivan alone with his boss.
And not a moment too soon. "Did you find my leak?" Illyan demanded. "Someone is feeding the Tau Cetans little bits of classified information out of Ops, and I need to know who. Find them for me, Vorpatril."
"Yes, sir," Ivan said through pure spinal reflex, even though he had found the leak four years ago. "It'll all be fine, sir."
Illyan leaned back in his chair. "Good," he said. There was an expression in his brown eyes that made Ivan horribly uneasy even before he identified it.
Trust.
Then Illyan's face changed, the trust melting into panic, and Ivan drew breath to answer his anxious questions.
Miles, if you don't find out who did this to him, then I will.