untitled Burn Notice verse
Title: untitled Burn Notice verse
Type: original
Pairing: Collin/Ying Fa
Word Count: ~1300
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author's Note: Originally posted here.
Summary: “I,” Ying Fa slides into a seat next to Collin, grinning, “deserve some major praise right now.”
“I,” Ying Fa slides into a seat next to Collin, grinning, “deserve some major praise right now.”
Across from her, Jonathan and Cayden’s eyebrows raise. Jonathan leans forward, dripping his chin into his hand. “Go on.”
She hold up a finger before she leans back, tugging the knotted string of the waiter’s apron. He turns toward her, smiling politely until he actually see her face. Then his face breaks out into a full grin. “Can I help you?”
“Strawberry daiquiri please. Two lemon wedges, hold the little umbrella.” Ying Fa makes a little motion that’s supposed to mimic an umbrella opening and closing. “Put it on their tab.” She waves at the boys.
“Sure thing, miss,” he says, still smiling as he scampers off to the bar.
“If I’m paying for your alcohol, the story better be good,” Collin says. He’s sipping on his own drink boredly, but Ying Fa knows he’s listening.
Cayden, Collin’s twin, taps her knee with his toe. “Come on, Ying Fa. We’re waiting.”
Her eyes sparkle green as she shrugs, playing it off casually. “Oh, you know, just got an amazing deal on a bazooka.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows shoot up, and Cayden lets out a surprised laugh before asking, “And how do you plan on getting that into the country again?”
Ying Fa winks at him. “I have my ways.” She snatches Collin’s drink and takes a sip, letting an ice cube slide into her mouth. She swallows the liquid and winces at the burn on the alcohol going down her throat. “Surrounded by frozen fruit drinks and you still pick gross stuff.”
“Old dog, Ying Fa,” Jonathan laughs.
“You could always just not steal my drinks, thanks,” Collin says, rolling his eyes as he plucks the drink from her hands and takes a sip himself. “Yours is coming right now, anyway.”
Ying Fa tilts back again, smiling upside down at the waiter (whose surprised face she finds nearly priceless). She takes the drink be the stem and winks. “Thank you.”
The guy blushes.
“You really shouldn’t flirt with guys oh, what, six years younger than you?”
The guy looks like he wants to die at this point. When someone calls for him, he leaps at the chance to get away from the quickly rising awkwardness of the situation.
Ying Fa scowls at Collin. “No room for hypocrisy in the dating world, Collin Blaise. Wasn’t she even younger?”
“One time. And I was on a job, so I really don’t see how it’s the same thing.”
Cayden laughs into his margarita. “You just had to sleep with an eighteen year old for a mission?”
Jonathan laughs, and Collin tips his drink all the way up, downing it quickly before asking for a second.
Jonathan plucks a lemon from the lip of Ying Fa’s drink and nibbles on the edge of the pulp. “Isn’t that borderline pedophilia, Collin?”
“I was in South Africa. The girls marry off at fourteen.” Collin sniffs. “I hardly think sleeping with a completely consenting eighteen year old could be called pedophilic.”
“Well, I say good for you then,” Jonathan pipes in. “At that ripe old age, she’d have probably died a virgin without your help.”
The tips of Collins ears are turning pink despite the stoic expression he’s trying to keep plastered onto his face. Ying Fa loves every minute of it. “What on Earth would she ever have done without you, Collin Blaise?”
Collin shrugs and looks into his glass for maybe a second before taking another sip. “Probably get captured, tortured, raped and then killed, since my job was to stop an underground rebellion in South Africa at the time, and she just so happened to be the Chief Justice’s niece and only living relative. You know. No big deal.”
Everyone’s quiet for a second, blinking widely before Cayden coughs. “So, back to how amazing this bazooka deal is, Ying Fa.”
Ying Fa takes a sip of her daiquiri and hums appreciatively. “As I was saying, I am absolutely amazing and, in addition to that wonderful piece of metal, I got a couple of guns I know everyone’s had their eyes on for a while.”
“Unless you have at least a sniper rifle, I refuse to be impressed,” Jonathan grins, sucking on his stolen lemon.
Ying Fa’s voice drops. “How’s that Uzi you’ve been ogling forever now sound?”
Jonathan’s eyes widen. “Don’t lie to me, Ying Fa.”
“Never, darling.” She leans back and grins smugly, obviously proud of herself as she takes a sip of her drink.
“Collin Blaise?”
Everyone at the table stays still for the briefest moment, forcing relaxed poses while pretending not to have heard Collin’s name. It’s the tiniest moment in time, almost less than a second, and anyone not looking for it would never have seen it. In this moment, each of them looks up from the corner of their eyes. This is the life of a spy. Not being able to trust your own name.
The moment breaks when Collin casually looks up, smiling politely. “Depends who’s asking.”
The girl standing next to their table, across from Collin, is fairly tall with a deep Miami tan, a white skirt that is riding dangerously high on her thighs, and legs that go for miles. She’s got short brown hair and the widest, most piercing blue eyes anyone could imagine. “I need your help.”
Ying Fa notices a little whine in the girl’s voice that absolutely reeks of spoiled rich brat and she wrinkles her nose.
Jonathan kicks her under the table and smiles brightly at her. “What can we do for you, darling?”
Ying Fa kicks him back. He just keeps smiling. Fucking flirt from hell.
“My name is Jacqueline Daniels.” The girl pulls her (Luis Vuitton) purse from her shoulder and starts rummaging through it. The entire table perks up, ready to bolt, ready to take cover. Just in case this girl is packing, just in case she’s not what she seems. She pulls out a photograph and hands it to Collin. “My brother, he’s been kidnapped.”
Ying Fa shifts closer to Collin, hovering over his shoulder to get a glimpse at the snapshot. It’s a formal portrait. The girl is in the arms of a boy that looks startlingly similar to her even considering the fact that they’re siblings. He’s only a little taller than her, and his face is soft and pretty, almost feminine. They share the exact same eyes.
He’s barely smiling in the photo, and Ying Fa frowns a little. He looks like he feels awkward.
Collin flips the picture over. The back reads “Micah and Jacqueline December 2013” in large, loopy letters with hearts over the i’s. “I’m guessing you want me to help find him.”
Jacqueline nods quickly. “I heard that you do this sort of thing.”
Collin lays the photo down and pushes it toward Jacqueline. “Ms. Daniels, this sounds like a job for the police, in my opinion.”
“No!” Collin’s eyebrow rises at her and she immediately drops her voice. “We can’t involve the police. They’ll kill him.”
Collin deadpans. “They?”
“The Boldaris.”
Cayden blinks, sitting up straighter. “The Boldaris? As in the second Italian mob Boldaris?”
At this, the girl bursts into tears. Cayden and Jonathan jump up, Cayden offering napkins in place of tissues and Jonathan settling her into his seat. “Hey, don’t worry, Jacqueline. We’ll get your brother back.”
Type: original
Pairing: Collin/Ying Fa
Word Count: ~1300
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author's Note: Originally posted here.
Summary: “I,” Ying Fa slides into a seat next to Collin, grinning, “deserve some major praise right now.”
“I,” Ying Fa slides into a seat next to Collin, grinning, “deserve some major praise right now.”
Across from her, Jonathan and Cayden’s eyebrows raise. Jonathan leans forward, dripping his chin into his hand. “Go on.”
She hold up a finger before she leans back, tugging the knotted string of the waiter’s apron. He turns toward her, smiling politely until he actually see her face. Then his face breaks out into a full grin. “Can I help you?”
“Strawberry daiquiri please. Two lemon wedges, hold the little umbrella.” Ying Fa makes a little motion that’s supposed to mimic an umbrella opening and closing. “Put it on their tab.” She waves at the boys.
“Sure thing, miss,” he says, still smiling as he scampers off to the bar.
“If I’m paying for your alcohol, the story better be good,” Collin says. He’s sipping on his own drink boredly, but Ying Fa knows he’s listening.
Cayden, Collin’s twin, taps her knee with his toe. “Come on, Ying Fa. We’re waiting.”
Her eyes sparkle green as she shrugs, playing it off casually. “Oh, you know, just got an amazing deal on a bazooka.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows shoot up, and Cayden lets out a surprised laugh before asking, “And how do you plan on getting that into the country again?”
Ying Fa winks at him. “I have my ways.” She snatches Collin’s drink and takes a sip, letting an ice cube slide into her mouth. She swallows the liquid and winces at the burn on the alcohol going down her throat. “Surrounded by frozen fruit drinks and you still pick gross stuff.”
“Old dog, Ying Fa,” Jonathan laughs.
“You could always just not steal my drinks, thanks,” Collin says, rolling his eyes as he plucks the drink from her hands and takes a sip himself. “Yours is coming right now, anyway.”
Ying Fa tilts back again, smiling upside down at the waiter (whose surprised face she finds nearly priceless). She takes the drink be the stem and winks. “Thank you.”
The guy blushes.
“You really shouldn’t flirt with guys oh, what, six years younger than you?”
The guy looks like he wants to die at this point. When someone calls for him, he leaps at the chance to get away from the quickly rising awkwardness of the situation.
Ying Fa scowls at Collin. “No room for hypocrisy in the dating world, Collin Blaise. Wasn’t she even younger?”
“One time. And I was on a job, so I really don’t see how it’s the same thing.”
Cayden laughs into his margarita. “You just had to sleep with an eighteen year old for a mission?”
Jonathan laughs, and Collin tips his drink all the way up, downing it quickly before asking for a second.
Jonathan plucks a lemon from the lip of Ying Fa’s drink and nibbles on the edge of the pulp. “Isn’t that borderline pedophilia, Collin?”
“I was in South Africa. The girls marry off at fourteen.” Collin sniffs. “I hardly think sleeping with a completely consenting eighteen year old could be called pedophilic.”
“Well, I say good for you then,” Jonathan pipes in. “At that ripe old age, she’d have probably died a virgin without your help.”
The tips of Collins ears are turning pink despite the stoic expression he’s trying to keep plastered onto his face. Ying Fa loves every minute of it. “What on Earth would she ever have done without you, Collin Blaise?”
Collin shrugs and looks into his glass for maybe a second before taking another sip. “Probably get captured, tortured, raped and then killed, since my job was to stop an underground rebellion in South Africa at the time, and she just so happened to be the Chief Justice’s niece and only living relative. You know. No big deal.”
Everyone’s quiet for a second, blinking widely before Cayden coughs. “So, back to how amazing this bazooka deal is, Ying Fa.”
Ying Fa takes a sip of her daiquiri and hums appreciatively. “As I was saying, I am absolutely amazing and, in addition to that wonderful piece of metal, I got a couple of guns I know everyone’s had their eyes on for a while.”
“Unless you have at least a sniper rifle, I refuse to be impressed,” Jonathan grins, sucking on his stolen lemon.
Ying Fa’s voice drops. “How’s that Uzi you’ve been ogling forever now sound?”
Jonathan’s eyes widen. “Don’t lie to me, Ying Fa.”
“Never, darling.” She leans back and grins smugly, obviously proud of herself as she takes a sip of her drink.
“Collin Blaise?”
Everyone at the table stays still for the briefest moment, forcing relaxed poses while pretending not to have heard Collin’s name. It’s the tiniest moment in time, almost less than a second, and anyone not looking for it would never have seen it. In this moment, each of them looks up from the corner of their eyes. This is the life of a spy. Not being able to trust your own name.
The moment breaks when Collin casually looks up, smiling politely. “Depends who’s asking.”
The girl standing next to their table, across from Collin, is fairly tall with a deep Miami tan, a white skirt that is riding dangerously high on her thighs, and legs that go for miles. She’s got short brown hair and the widest, most piercing blue eyes anyone could imagine. “I need your help.”
Ying Fa notices a little whine in the girl’s voice that absolutely reeks of spoiled rich brat and she wrinkles her nose.
Jonathan kicks her under the table and smiles brightly at her. “What can we do for you, darling?”
Ying Fa kicks him back. He just keeps smiling. Fucking flirt from hell.
“My name is Jacqueline Daniels.” The girl pulls her (Luis Vuitton) purse from her shoulder and starts rummaging through it. The entire table perks up, ready to bolt, ready to take cover. Just in case this girl is packing, just in case she’s not what she seems. She pulls out a photograph and hands it to Collin. “My brother, he’s been kidnapped.”
Ying Fa shifts closer to Collin, hovering over his shoulder to get a glimpse at the snapshot. It’s a formal portrait. The girl is in the arms of a boy that looks startlingly similar to her even considering the fact that they’re siblings. He’s only a little taller than her, and his face is soft and pretty, almost feminine. They share the exact same eyes.
He’s barely smiling in the photo, and Ying Fa frowns a little. He looks like he feels awkward.
Collin flips the picture over. The back reads “Micah and Jacqueline December 2013” in large, loopy letters with hearts over the i’s. “I’m guessing you want me to help find him.”
Jacqueline nods quickly. “I heard that you do this sort of thing.”
Collin lays the photo down and pushes it toward Jacqueline. “Ms. Daniels, this sounds like a job for the police, in my opinion.”
“No!” Collin’s eyebrow rises at her and she immediately drops her voice. “We can’t involve the police. They’ll kill him.”
Collin deadpans. “They?”
“The Boldaris.”
Cayden blinks, sitting up straighter. “The Boldaris? As in the second Italian mob Boldaris?”
At this, the girl bursts into tears. Cayden and Jonathan jump up, Cayden offering napkins in place of tissues and Jonathan settling her into his seat. “Hey, don’t worry, Jacqueline. We’ll get your brother back.”