Papaya 2, Blue Raspberry 22, Watermelon 22
Author: Casey
Story: Post-Dragon World AU
Challenges: Papaya 2 (wouldn’t you like to know), Blue Raspberry 22 (picking up the pieces) & Watermelon 22 (it’s your move)
Toppings & Extras: Chopped Nuts (crack AU: Triple D), Caramel (superCaramel), Cherry (style), Milkshake (Marina’s world and Carrie/Chase are hers)
Word Count: 1,070
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for language)
Summary: Bethy needs a little assistance getting Triple D out of a tight spot. AKA The “Oops” Job.
Notes: No doubt inspired by the amazing show Leverage, which I just started on recommendation. Also has influence from: White Collar, Burn Notice, In Plain Sight and Ocean’s 11. If you don’t know any of those things, well, just read it ;) This demanded to be written at the expense of all else. Yup.
My name is Bethany Dakamar. I’m almost nineteen years old and it is a qualified fact that I have the coolest family in existence. They’re also in deep shit. But then, you already know that, don’t you? That’s why I’m here, right? You want to know what I know. And I want you to know what I know, just this once. One time deal, okay?
Good, just wanted to make sure that’s square. Here’s the other thing: I want it known upfront that I’m only telling you any of this because my family’s in trouble and you’re about all I’ve got. Yeah, you heard me, my confidence levels in you people right now are not the highest. I dare you to prove me wrong.
Questions? If you’re gonna ask questions, this’ll take a hell of a lot longer.
Okay, fine, we’ll go about this logically. To a point. Don’t get ridiculous on me.
I was born on March 26, 2026 as the youngest of three girls. Nora is almost two years older than me and Kaylee another eighteen months older than that, so almost four years older. My parents are Dean and Carrie Dakamar. Yes, oh c’mon, let’s not give me that bullshit, you know who my parents are.
Fine fine, Carolina Dakamar, born Carolina Michaels. Do I need to go into my grandparents and aunts and uncles too or are you satisfied? Okay, good. Let’s move on to the important stuff.
What do we do? Are you serious? This is wasting valuable time I could be using to find my family. Can’t we skip the pleasantries?
I don’t care of this shit needs to be on record. What I care about is you’re currently preventing me from rescuing my family and wasting my time and draining what little confidence I had in you.
Finally! Thank you. Okay, so, here’s what went down.
It seemed like a pretty straight forward gig. The woman, yeah, we thought she was the wife at the time, but we all know better now. The woman approached us with the usual type of sob story. Her husband, a kind, innocent man who loved puppies and rainbows, yeah, you know the type, he was in a spot of trouble. Seemed he’d discovered a few, let’s say, unpleasant secrets about his boss and now his boss was out to get him. He worked for VanCorp. Yup, VanCorp. Not exactly the best place to have after you.
The woman was good, let me tell you. She even brought these two kids that I woulda sworn up and down were hers. Yeah, sure, they seemed a little nervous, but why wouldn’t you if your dad was about to get pounced by VanCorp? We took the job. We’d expose VanCorp for the lecherous little beasts they are, hubby would testify at the impending trial and then she, hubby and the kids would probably get shipped off to who-knows-where under Witsec protection.
I’ll have you know that VanCrop’s got some serious state of the art shit going down there as far as security. It took Nora days to hack into their system and two of the times she did, before she could go back in, they’d patched the damned hole. We knew taking down VanCorp would be one of our tougher gigs ever, but everyone’s got a weak spot. Turned out VanCorp’s is their VP of Operations, a Mr. Jerry Gould. Now that dude is a leech. Real bottom dweller but he loves himself a fine looking woman.
Now Dad’d made all the regular approaches, all the usual attempts but nothing stuck. Mom’s not usually a big one for being the public face - she and Kay both prefer the subtle stuff - but I was too close to barely legal. We suspected he might smell a trap and not bite if I made the approach. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but we decided we didn’t have the time to test it with VanCorp breathing down Mr. Invisi-hubby’s neck.
So Mom stepped up and let Dad do the intro. Gould was hooked immediately. Creep. But Mom can have that affect on people. She sure as hell does on Dad. Man, it did not take the leech long to spill it all. Mom had him wrapped around her finger.
But that’s when it all went pear-shaped.
Turns out, back when we were kids and I’d stay with Uncle Chase while the rest of the fam’d do this - Dad always hated that Kaylee was involved but they couldn’t very well use Nora’s skills and leave her older sister out - anyway, when we were kids, Triple D’d pulled a job against one of VanCorp’s big partners, before he was in VanCorp. This was probably ten years ago and change now.
Wifey of Invisi-hubby really was his wife, who Mom and Dad’d publically embarrassed. It’d been so long and she’d changed so much, there was no reason they’d’ve recognized her, you know? Well, shit sure stinks when the past bites you in the ass.
They snagged Mom and Dad at the event where it was all gonna go public and grabbed Kay and Nora from the van. I only got away because I’d gone on a pee break of all things and saw ‘em swarming the van on the way back. I booked it out of there and came to find you people for all your big talk.
So. You gonna help me get my family back or not?
Of course we have back-ups of the dirt on VanCrop and of course we still want them to go down. More than ever, in my opinion.
No, you may not have them or know where we’ve stashed them until my family is safely out of their hands. At this rate, we announce that and Mom, Dad, Nora and Kaylee turned up mysteriously dead in a freakin’ river. No, we do this my way or ‘we’ don’t do it at all.
Don’t give me that bullshit. You won’t hold me here. You can’t hold me here.
You have got to be kidding. You’re taking this as a confession? I confessed to nothing, pal, and you’ve got no proof of any crime. What’d we do, hmm? Tell me that, please. I’d love to hear it.
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
So, you gonna help or not?
Awesome. I knew you’d see it my way. Now, here’s what we need…
Story: Post-Dragon World AU
Challenges: Papaya 2 (wouldn’t you like to know), Blue Raspberry 22 (picking up the pieces) & Watermelon 22 (it’s your move)
Toppings & Extras: Chopped Nuts (crack AU: Triple D), Caramel (superCaramel), Cherry (style), Milkshake (Marina’s world and Carrie/Chase are hers)
Word Count: 1,070
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for language)
Summary: Bethy needs a little assistance getting Triple D out of a tight spot. AKA The “Oops” Job.
Notes: No doubt inspired by the amazing show Leverage, which I just started on recommendation. Also has influence from: White Collar, Burn Notice, In Plain Sight and Ocean’s 11. If you don’t know any of those things, well, just read it ;) This demanded to be written at the expense of all else. Yup.
My name is Bethany Dakamar. I’m almost nineteen years old and it is a qualified fact that I have the coolest family in existence. They’re also in deep shit. But then, you already know that, don’t you? That’s why I’m here, right? You want to know what I know. And I want you to know what I know, just this once. One time deal, okay?
Good, just wanted to make sure that’s square. Here’s the other thing: I want it known upfront that I’m only telling you any of this because my family’s in trouble and you’re about all I’ve got. Yeah, you heard me, my confidence levels in you people right now are not the highest. I dare you to prove me wrong.
Questions? If you’re gonna ask questions, this’ll take a hell of a lot longer.
Okay, fine, we’ll go about this logically. To a point. Don’t get ridiculous on me.
I was born on March 26, 2026 as the youngest of three girls. Nora is almost two years older than me and Kaylee another eighteen months older than that, so almost four years older. My parents are Dean and Carrie Dakamar. Yes, oh c’mon, let’s not give me that bullshit, you know who my parents are.
Fine fine, Carolina Dakamar, born Carolina Michaels. Do I need to go into my grandparents and aunts and uncles too or are you satisfied? Okay, good. Let’s move on to the important stuff.
What do we do? Are you serious? This is wasting valuable time I could be using to find my family. Can’t we skip the pleasantries?
I don’t care of this shit needs to be on record. What I care about is you’re currently preventing me from rescuing my family and wasting my time and draining what little confidence I had in you.
Finally! Thank you. Okay, so, here’s what went down.
It seemed like a pretty straight forward gig. The woman, yeah, we thought she was the wife at the time, but we all know better now. The woman approached us with the usual type of sob story. Her husband, a kind, innocent man who loved puppies and rainbows, yeah, you know the type, he was in a spot of trouble. Seemed he’d discovered a few, let’s say, unpleasant secrets about his boss and now his boss was out to get him. He worked for VanCorp. Yup, VanCorp. Not exactly the best place to have after you.
The woman was good, let me tell you. She even brought these two kids that I woulda sworn up and down were hers. Yeah, sure, they seemed a little nervous, but why wouldn’t you if your dad was about to get pounced by VanCorp? We took the job. We’d expose VanCorp for the lecherous little beasts they are, hubby would testify at the impending trial and then she, hubby and the kids would probably get shipped off to who-knows-where under Witsec protection.
I’ll have you know that VanCrop’s got some serious state of the art shit going down there as far as security. It took Nora days to hack into their system and two of the times she did, before she could go back in, they’d patched the damned hole. We knew taking down VanCorp would be one of our tougher gigs ever, but everyone’s got a weak spot. Turned out VanCorp’s is their VP of Operations, a Mr. Jerry Gould. Now that dude is a leech. Real bottom dweller but he loves himself a fine looking woman.
Now Dad’d made all the regular approaches, all the usual attempts but nothing stuck. Mom’s not usually a big one for being the public face - she and Kay both prefer the subtle stuff - but I was too close to barely legal. We suspected he might smell a trap and not bite if I made the approach. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but we decided we didn’t have the time to test it with VanCorp breathing down Mr. Invisi-hubby’s neck.
So Mom stepped up and let Dad do the intro. Gould was hooked immediately. Creep. But Mom can have that affect on people. She sure as hell does on Dad. Man, it did not take the leech long to spill it all. Mom had him wrapped around her finger.
But that’s when it all went pear-shaped.
Turns out, back when we were kids and I’d stay with Uncle Chase while the rest of the fam’d do this - Dad always hated that Kaylee was involved but they couldn’t very well use Nora’s skills and leave her older sister out - anyway, when we were kids, Triple D’d pulled a job against one of VanCorp’s big partners, before he was in VanCorp. This was probably ten years ago and change now.
Wifey of Invisi-hubby really was his wife, who Mom and Dad’d publically embarrassed. It’d been so long and she’d changed so much, there was no reason they’d’ve recognized her, you know? Well, shit sure stinks when the past bites you in the ass.
They snagged Mom and Dad at the event where it was all gonna go public and grabbed Kay and Nora from the van. I only got away because I’d gone on a pee break of all things and saw ‘em swarming the van on the way back. I booked it out of there and came to find you people for all your big talk.
So. You gonna help me get my family back or not?
Of course we have back-ups of the dirt on VanCrop and of course we still want them to go down. More than ever, in my opinion.
No, you may not have them or know where we’ve stashed them until my family is safely out of their hands. At this rate, we announce that and Mom, Dad, Nora and Kaylee turned up mysteriously dead in a freakin’ river. No, we do this my way or ‘we’ don’t do it at all.
Don’t give me that bullshit. You won’t hold me here. You can’t hold me here.
You have got to be kidding. You’re taking this as a confession? I confessed to nothing, pal, and you’ve got no proof of any crime. What’d we do, hmm? Tell me that, please. I’d love to hear it.
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
So, you gonna help or not?
Awesome. I knew you’d see it my way. Now, here’s what we need…