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csi_sanders1129The first FIVE people to comment in this post get to request that I write a NEW YEARS related drabble/fic of any pairing/character of their choosing.
Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and preferably a prompt relating to anything New Years-ish. Stuff I write/know would be preferable, please.
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kittycrackers Jason Morgan,Jesse Porter -GH/BN
2.suerum Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli - GH
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Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and preferably a prompt relating to anything New Years-ish. Stuff I write/know would be preferable, please.
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kittycrackers Jason Morgan,Jesse Porter -GH/BN2.
suerum Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli - GH3.
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Challenge
Date: 2010-12-31 04:58 am (UTC)Re: Challenge
Date: 2011-01-02 08:47 am (UTC)-----
After Michael disappears, they all split up – checking major cities, places they know have ties to the spy world - in search of him. They all figure he’s back in now, but they don’t like that he just vanished and they’re not giving up without a sure fire answer.
Sam gets Los Angeles, Fiona heads to Washington DC and Jesse ends up with New York.
Jesse kind of wishes he’d ended up somewhere warmer. LA would be nice, even DC seems to be dealing with a rather warm spell at the moment. It’s closing in on the end of December and it’s just plain cold outside in New York and his busted leg isn’t helping matters much at all.
He’s out of leads for the day – office buildings are closed up by now and most of his leads are located in 9-5 places so he’s out of luck there. He opts to go out for the night, get his mind off of his leg for a while.
It’s not like they’re ever going to find Mike anyway.
He finds a bar in the next town over, Port Charles, orders a beer and claims a seat in a corner of the room that’s angled so he can see pretty much everything. He doesn’t like not seeing everything. It’s a spy thing.
Decently content, he trains his eyes on the screen of his laptop and working out some of the aspects of searching for Michael that don’t necessitate regular hours of operation. He’s just scratching another potential lead off his list when a fight breaks out across the room.
In the time it takes him to close and stow his laptop, one guy is on the ground after punches thrown like fireworks start up and another man looks enraged by this fact. His leg is further hindering his forward progress, but he makes it to the site of the brawl in time to knock out some drunk thug with one of his crutches.
“Alright?” He asks, as the angry man hauls a younger man, the one who went down, to his feet.
“I had it taken care of,” the older man snaps, but the venom in his voice disappears once he’s sure his friend isn’t hurt. “But, thanks.”
“Indeed,” the younger man says, “the Jackal offers his most gracious thanks for the Pensive One’s aid.”
Jesse’s not quite sure what to make of that, Jackal’s and – he supposes he’s the Pensive One, huddled off in the corner as he was? – nicknames and third person references, but whatever. To each their own. “Not a problem,” he mumbles back.
“The Jackal, also known as the Ace of Cyberspace, could not fail to notice that you seemed to be disappointed in your findings on your cyber companion. Perhaps he could be of some aid?”
Re: Challenge
Date: 2011-01-02 09:56 pm (UTC)Re: Challenge Pt 2
Date: 2011-01-02 08:48 am (UTC)The kid looks even more interested now. “Oh, well, then that sounds like a job for Jackal P.I.”
“You’re a Private Detective?” Jesse raises an incredulous eyebrow and shifts his weight where he stands.
“Affirmative. I assure you, the Jackal will not fail in locating your missing in action-“
The other man cuts his friend off with a sigh. “Spinelli. That’s enough,” he says. “Go back to the Penthouse before your new friends over there remember they were pissed at you. I’ll be back later.”
Looking rather insulted – whether at losing a potential job (though if the kid lives in a Penthouse, he can’t be doing that badly for himself) or at the hint toward his lack of fighting skills – but he slowly backs away, excusing himself with more complex vocabulary as he goes.
“Sorry,” the other man says, “Computers are kind of his thing.”
“Never would’ve guessed.” Jesse dryly replies and he moves away – needs to rest his leg for a minute – to reclaim his seat in the corner. The strange follows and takes the seat on the other side of the small table. “Yes?”
“He probably could help, you know.”
He almost laughs when he realizes that he has almost become a Michael Westen client to someone who is not Michael Westen. If the situations were reversed, he’s pretty sure he and Michael and Sam and Fi would be on the job for tracking down a very hard to find individual. The twinge in his broken leg reminds him that he’s kind of grateful for the break. At least he would be if he could find Michael.
“I dunno, man. Not sure my friends would like me bringing other people into this.” He tries to evade, though he’s not entirely convinced it’s a bad idea. “I don’t even know who either of you are, if I can trust you.”
“Well,” the stranger says. “I’m Jason Morgan. My friend is Damian Spinelli, and as he claimed, he is an Ace of Cyberspace. If he can’t find your friend, no one can. As for trust – that one’s up to you.” He stands then, tosses one of Spinelli’s Jackal PI cards on the table, and walks away.
He stares at the card for roughly a half an hour before he digs his cell phone from his pocket and dials. Ten minutes later, he’s playing pool with Jason while Spinelli picks up where he left off in the search for Michael Westen.
Jesse just hopes he’s putting his trust in the right people.
Re: Challenge Pt 2
Date: 2011-01-02 10:02 pm (UTC)THANK YOU!!!!!! :D You've made me very happy with this.