For any who were waiting for the next part of the fic...
If, indeed, anyone actually was...
Title: Pantheon
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: R, or MA, whichever you understand better. ^_^
Comments: This is going to be a bit different then the other I've written or plan to write... Then again, many of the fics that are in the planning stage are 'different'. ;) This is going to be a crossover fic, but I'm not going to say yet what it's crossing over with, as I want it to be a surprise. *grins* Which I think it will be. Obviously, this is going to be an AU, but it'll be a bit more alternate then most, as this fic's Amy has something of a hidden past, which is going to shake quite a number of worlds when it surfaces. And if you thought there was angst in my last fic... *evil chuckle*
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.' That belongs to the fabulously talented Angela Robinson. You'll find out about the other one when it finally shows up. ;)
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Chapter One
By the time Lucy woke up the next morning, Amy had managed to banish any lingering shadows from her dream and revert to the sweet, cheerful, somewhat naive, and just a little clueless persona that she had adopted after her escape and perfected during her time with the D.E.B.S.
She'd woken up early and secluded herself in Lucy's bathroom, examining herself in the mirror and carefully applying a very thin layer of makeup to hide any evidence that she hadn't slept well. Which was another skill she'd perfected at the D.E.B.S. Academy - with some help from Max, surprisingly enough.
Not like They had ever cared how she slept, as long as she was able to do what they wanted her to.
Well, most of them, anyway.
But no, she wasn't going there this morning. She was safe, free, and with someone who was rapidly becoming very important to her. It was a little scary just how fast - and how easily - Lucy Diamond was embedding herself in her heart, but Amy didn't know how to stop it, and didn't even really want to try. "Well, it's about time you got up," she chirped, planting a kiss on the sleepy criminal's lips. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"
Lucy gave her a searching look, but now that she was fully awake and in control of herself, nobody could tell what Amy was really thinking. "Dunno. Hadn't really planned anything." She gave Amy that smile again. "You D.E.B.S. Everything always has to be planned out. Don't you ever do anything spontaneous?"
Amy kissed her again, longer.
"See?" Lucy asked once they'd seperated. "Isn't that better?"
Amy could only laugh.
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They were going to find out. They were going to catch her. It was inevitable, really. How could she think she could get away with something like this? God, she was going to be in so much trouble...
"Hey, Janet?"
"Nothing! I mean, hi!" Janet all but spun around to face Max, pasting an obviously fake smile on her face to cover her equally obvious terror.
Max was giving her a strange look. Which, really, she could understand, given that she'd pretty much held up a sign saying "I'm hiding something!" "You okay?"
Janet gulped. Calm, she told herself. Be calm. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... Just thought you were somebody else asking if I'd heard anything new about Amy." I am such scum.
Max nodded understandingly. "I know the feeling. Don't worry, though, we're gonna find her."
Janet managed to nod back, wondering not for the first time how all the other Debs managed to make lying look so easy. "I'm sure she'll be okay," she said. Well, that much was true. She was certain that Amy was in no danger. She just couldn't tell anyone why.
Oh, Amy, where are you?
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The Junk Pit was very different during the day.
The abscence of the dancing throng from their first visit certainly contributed to that. But the sunlight also brought out the colors much better, the staff seemed to be much nicer, even to the point of bringing their drinks over. Or drink, rather, as Lucy had only ordered one smoothie, with two straws.
She was, Amy decided, almost ridiculously cute, sometimes.
Lucy had made a couple of subtle attempts to draw her out on the subject of her dream, but Amy didn't want to let anything spoil the wonderful moment they were enjoying and had gently but firmly shut down each one. It was the same reason she hadn't broached another subject, one that she herself was curious about:
What the hell did Lucy have against Australia?
Maps and globes with the continent bearing a large red X across it aside, she'd seen nothing in Lucy's lair (and it really was adorable that she actually called it that) to give any hint as to the reason. That was probably deliberate, she knew.
But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.
So there they'd sat, sipping the peach smoothie and smiling at each other, fully embracing the cliche. Oddly enough, though, it was perfect. And as she'd often heard, cliches got that way for a reason.
And then she'd seen her. The other half of the trainwreck of a date that she and the other Debs had unwittingly interrupted. Ninotchka. And she didn't look happy. Of course, given what Lucy had said she'd told her about not wanting a relationship, seeing her out with another woman... Well, her reaction was predictable.
Luckily, she'd spun around and headed back the way she'd come before Lucy had noticed her. Because the problem was, her reaction was predictable. She'd seen Amy during the disastrous end of the date firefight (and Amy had certainly teased Lucy about going to extreme lengths to get out of that date), and was smart enough to be able to figure out that a Deb wasn't supposed to be consorting with one of their most wanted, and that a quick phone call could take care of her problem easily. And if the Debs came to rescue her... Well, she could imagine the outcome of that easily enough, too. They'd either expel her or threaten to... or maybe to just transfer her, as that wouldn't give the agency quite as bad a black mark. And she didn't want to think about what would happen to Lucy. Or about how she might not be allowed to see her ever again.
So, clearly, she had to do something to nip this problem in the bud (a phrase that had always confused her a little) before it got that far. "Excuse me a minute, I need to use the restroom," she said, getting up from the table.
"Well, don't take too long, or this may be gone," Lucy replied with a grin, tapping the glass.
"Duly noted." Amy smiled, then slipped off in the direction of the bathroom. Luckily, it was almost the same way Ninotchka had gone. Once she was out of sight, her smile dropped away as if it had never been there, her old training coming back as easily as if she'd never stopped. Just like riding a bike, she mused with an internal sigh. She'd hoped to never have to do this again.
At Lucy's insistence, she hadn't brought her gun. Well, not the large gun that Lucy had seen, anyway. She still had her backup weapon. She'd kept it with her despite Lucy's assurances that they would be safe, and that they didn't need any guns, because it had been drilled into her over and over and over again that you did NOT surrender your weapon. Even the D.E.B.S. had taught her that.
Ninotchka was exactly where Amy had expected her to be, at the payphone. Fortunately, it seemed that she'd been in time to stop her from doing anything more then picking the receiver.
For some reason, the sudden feeling of a gun pressed agaisnt her head made the Russian assassin hang up.
"I think we need to talk," Amy informed her in a cold, quiet voice. "Out back. Now. Try anything funny, I will shoot you."
"I thought you were supposed to be cop!" Ninotchka protested, eyes widening in mixed surprise and fear.
"Huh. Funny." She cocked back the hammer.
"I am going!" They headed out the back door, and Amy noted a peripheral presence hovering nearby, seeming to watch what was going on. Great, that was all she needed: a witness. She didn't really want to have to kill anyone she didn't need to.
Truthfully... She didn't really want to kill anyone. But if she couldn't convince Ninotchka to keep quiet... "Why did you do that?" she asked softly, once they'd stopped and Ninotchka turned back around to face her. "You couldn't have her, so you didn't think anyone should?"
"She lied to me!"
"No," Amy said, shaking her head. "She didn't. At the time, she wasn't looking for a relationship. Hell, I'd just broken up with my boyfriend, so neither was I. Things just... happened."
"So because of those things you are going to kill me?"
Unlike when she'd faced off against Lucy, Amy felt no particular desire to lower her gun this time. "If I thought for a minute that you might be willing to keep your mouth shut and forget you ever saw us, I'd just let you go. But I know you won't."
Ninotchka stared back at her defiantly. "So you kill me to keep me quiet. Ha. Some cop you are."
It occured to Amy that this was what she could have been. A killer who got rid of anyone who got in her way, who killed people for money and gave them no further thought. Someone who was alone.
She flipped her gun around and slammed the handle down on Ninotchka's head in one fluid motion. The Czech dropped to the ground with a moan.
Well, great, score one for her conscience. Now what was she going to do with her?
The presence was behind her again, getting closer, and she spun around without thinking, bringing her gun up and pointing it at the head of a man.
A man who, now that she got a good look at him, was rather familiar. She stared in disbelief for several long moments, before she was able to force out a stunned exclamation.
"Jarod?"
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Here's hoping that after all the suspense nobody was let down by this part. *crosses fingers* Also, I'll admit that I'm torn between asking those that have caught on to what the other half of the crossover is (if, indeed, anyone has :) ) not to spoil the surprise for those that haven't yet, and asking what you think.
*considers*
Ah, the hell with it. Go ahead, discuss. It's not like it's that big a surprise, anyway. ^_^ And yeah, I went the non-traditional route and didn't make Ninotchka crazy and evil. (She's hardly a good guy, but still... not evil, as such.) Frankly, that's done all the time, and was a bit too easy. I am trying to be unpredictable with this fic, after all. ;) Besides, it has more impact this way, I think.
Title: Pantheon
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: R, or MA, whichever you understand better. ^_^
Comments: This is going to be a bit different then the other I've written or plan to write... Then again, many of the fics that are in the planning stage are 'different'. ;) This is going to be a crossover fic, but I'm not going to say yet what it's crossing over with, as I want it to be a surprise. *grins* Which I think it will be. Obviously, this is going to be an AU, but it'll be a bit more alternate then most, as this fic's Amy has something of a hidden past, which is going to shake quite a number of worlds when it surfaces. And if you thought there was angst in my last fic... *evil chuckle*
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.' That belongs to the fabulously talented Angela Robinson. You'll find out about the other one when it finally shows up. ;)
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Chapter One
By the time Lucy woke up the next morning, Amy had managed to banish any lingering shadows from her dream and revert to the sweet, cheerful, somewhat naive, and just a little clueless persona that she had adopted after her escape and perfected during her time with the D.E.B.S.
She'd woken up early and secluded herself in Lucy's bathroom, examining herself in the mirror and carefully applying a very thin layer of makeup to hide any evidence that she hadn't slept well. Which was another skill she'd perfected at the D.E.B.S. Academy - with some help from Max, surprisingly enough.
Not like They had ever cared how she slept, as long as she was able to do what they wanted her to.
Well, most of them, anyway.
But no, she wasn't going there this morning. She was safe, free, and with someone who was rapidly becoming very important to her. It was a little scary just how fast - and how easily - Lucy Diamond was embedding herself in her heart, but Amy didn't know how to stop it, and didn't even really want to try. "Well, it's about time you got up," she chirped, planting a kiss on the sleepy criminal's lips. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"
Lucy gave her a searching look, but now that she was fully awake and in control of herself, nobody could tell what Amy was really thinking. "Dunno. Hadn't really planned anything." She gave Amy that smile again. "You D.E.B.S. Everything always has to be planned out. Don't you ever do anything spontaneous?"
Amy kissed her again, longer.
"See?" Lucy asked once they'd seperated. "Isn't that better?"
Amy could only laugh.
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They were going to find out. They were going to catch her. It was inevitable, really. How could she think she could get away with something like this? God, she was going to be in so much trouble...
"Hey, Janet?"
"Nothing! I mean, hi!" Janet all but spun around to face Max, pasting an obviously fake smile on her face to cover her equally obvious terror.
Max was giving her a strange look. Which, really, she could understand, given that she'd pretty much held up a sign saying "I'm hiding something!" "You okay?"
Janet gulped. Calm, she told herself. Be calm. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... Just thought you were somebody else asking if I'd heard anything new about Amy." I am such scum.
Max nodded understandingly. "I know the feeling. Don't worry, though, we're gonna find her."
Janet managed to nod back, wondering not for the first time how all the other Debs managed to make lying look so easy. "I'm sure she'll be okay," she said. Well, that much was true. She was certain that Amy was in no danger. She just couldn't tell anyone why.
Oh, Amy, where are you?
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The Junk Pit was very different during the day.
The abscence of the dancing throng from their first visit certainly contributed to that. But the sunlight also brought out the colors much better, the staff seemed to be much nicer, even to the point of bringing their drinks over. Or drink, rather, as Lucy had only ordered one smoothie, with two straws.
She was, Amy decided, almost ridiculously cute, sometimes.
Lucy had made a couple of subtle attempts to draw her out on the subject of her dream, but Amy didn't want to let anything spoil the wonderful moment they were enjoying and had gently but firmly shut down each one. It was the same reason she hadn't broached another subject, one that she herself was curious about:
What the hell did Lucy have against Australia?
Maps and globes with the continent bearing a large red X across it aside, she'd seen nothing in Lucy's lair (and it really was adorable that she actually called it that) to give any hint as to the reason. That was probably deliberate, she knew.
But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.
So there they'd sat, sipping the peach smoothie and smiling at each other, fully embracing the cliche. Oddly enough, though, it was perfect. And as she'd often heard, cliches got that way for a reason.
And then she'd seen her. The other half of the trainwreck of a date that she and the other Debs had unwittingly interrupted. Ninotchka. And she didn't look happy. Of course, given what Lucy had said she'd told her about not wanting a relationship, seeing her out with another woman... Well, her reaction was predictable.
Luckily, she'd spun around and headed back the way she'd come before Lucy had noticed her. Because the problem was, her reaction was predictable. She'd seen Amy during the disastrous end of the date firefight (and Amy had certainly teased Lucy about going to extreme lengths to get out of that date), and was smart enough to be able to figure out that a Deb wasn't supposed to be consorting with one of their most wanted, and that a quick phone call could take care of her problem easily. And if the Debs came to rescue her... Well, she could imagine the outcome of that easily enough, too. They'd either expel her or threaten to... or maybe to just transfer her, as that wouldn't give the agency quite as bad a black mark. And she didn't want to think about what would happen to Lucy. Or about how she might not be allowed to see her ever again.
So, clearly, she had to do something to nip this problem in the bud (a phrase that had always confused her a little) before it got that far. "Excuse me a minute, I need to use the restroom," she said, getting up from the table.
"Well, don't take too long, or this may be gone," Lucy replied with a grin, tapping the glass.
"Duly noted." Amy smiled, then slipped off in the direction of the bathroom. Luckily, it was almost the same way Ninotchka had gone. Once she was out of sight, her smile dropped away as if it had never been there, her old training coming back as easily as if she'd never stopped. Just like riding a bike, she mused with an internal sigh. She'd hoped to never have to do this again.
At Lucy's insistence, she hadn't brought her gun. Well, not the large gun that Lucy had seen, anyway. She still had her backup weapon. She'd kept it with her despite Lucy's assurances that they would be safe, and that they didn't need any guns, because it had been drilled into her over and over and over again that you did NOT surrender your weapon. Even the D.E.B.S. had taught her that.
Ninotchka was exactly where Amy had expected her to be, at the payphone. Fortunately, it seemed that she'd been in time to stop her from doing anything more then picking the receiver.
For some reason, the sudden feeling of a gun pressed agaisnt her head made the Russian assassin hang up.
"I think we need to talk," Amy informed her in a cold, quiet voice. "Out back. Now. Try anything funny, I will shoot you."
"I thought you were supposed to be cop!" Ninotchka protested, eyes widening in mixed surprise and fear.
"Huh. Funny." She cocked back the hammer.
"I am going!" They headed out the back door, and Amy noted a peripheral presence hovering nearby, seeming to watch what was going on. Great, that was all she needed: a witness. She didn't really want to have to kill anyone she didn't need to.
Truthfully... She didn't really want to kill anyone. But if she couldn't convince Ninotchka to keep quiet... "Why did you do that?" she asked softly, once they'd stopped and Ninotchka turned back around to face her. "You couldn't have her, so you didn't think anyone should?"
"She lied to me!"
"No," Amy said, shaking her head. "She didn't. At the time, she wasn't looking for a relationship. Hell, I'd just broken up with my boyfriend, so neither was I. Things just... happened."
"So because of those things you are going to kill me?"
Unlike when she'd faced off against Lucy, Amy felt no particular desire to lower her gun this time. "If I thought for a minute that you might be willing to keep your mouth shut and forget you ever saw us, I'd just let you go. But I know you won't."
Ninotchka stared back at her defiantly. "So you kill me to keep me quiet. Ha. Some cop you are."
It occured to Amy that this was what she could have been. A killer who got rid of anyone who got in her way, who killed people for money and gave them no further thought. Someone who was alone.
She flipped her gun around and slammed the handle down on Ninotchka's head in one fluid motion. The Czech dropped to the ground with a moan.
Well, great, score one for her conscience. Now what was she going to do with her?
The presence was behind her again, getting closer, and she spun around without thinking, bringing her gun up and pointing it at the head of a man.
A man who, now that she got a good look at him, was rather familiar. She stared in disbelief for several long moments, before she was able to force out a stunned exclamation.
"Jarod?"
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Here's hoping that after all the suspense nobody was let down by this part. *crosses fingers* Also, I'll admit that I'm torn between asking those that have caught on to what the other half of the crossover is (if, indeed, anyone has :) ) not to spoil the surprise for those that haven't yet, and asking what you think.
*considers*
Ah, the hell with it. Go ahead, discuss. It's not like it's that big a surprise, anyway. ^_^ And yeah, I went the non-traditional route and didn't make Ninotchka crazy and evil. (She's hardly a good guy, but still... not evil, as such.) Frankly, that's done all the time, and was a bit too easy. I am trying to be unpredictable with this fic, after all. ;) Besides, it has more impact this way, I think.