Post by Seek on Apr 3, 2011 3:24:26 GMT 10
Title: Training
Rating: PG
Word Count: 222
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Training: or when Jon and Wyldon are forced to discuss aspects of training. Note: IC is usually a shortform used to stand for In-Charge, to designate a person in charge of an activity. More common among uniformed groups. Set in the Agents universe. Everyone is FBI. Period.
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“The girl,” Wyldon said. The Assistant Director carefully – very carefully – hid his look of distaste. Theoretically, Jon had outranked him before Roald had busted him back down to Special Agent. Theoretically, Jon shouldn’t be doing a great deal of things which he was now doing. He found his fingers tapping against the smooth wood of the desk and stilled them, meeting Wyldon’s gaze steadily.
“Keladry,” Jon said, in response, “Her name is Keladry.”
Wyldon accepted this, his lips setting into a painfully straight line. “She shouldn’t be here.”
“You’ve checked her records from Quantico, haven’t you?” Jon asked coolly, because of course, Wyldon had. Wyldon was always thorough in fulfilling his duties as the overall IC of training. And Jon had checked Keladry’s records himself, had accessed page after page of data, and glanced at the coloured photograph – white background, of course. The set of her jaw had always been determined, and it was echoed in her dreamer’s hazel eyes.
The gold wedding band on his ring finger suddenly felt like a band of fire.
“She’s determined,” Wyldon allowed.
Jon felt the beginnings of a smile stretch his lips. “I’m taking her on,” he told Wyldon, “When she graduates.”
Wyldon considered arguing, but evidently thought the better of it because when he next spoke, it was, instead, of Thayet.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 222
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Training: or when Jon and Wyldon are forced to discuss aspects of training. Note: IC is usually a shortform used to stand for In-Charge, to designate a person in charge of an activity. More common among uniformed groups. Set in the Agents universe. Everyone is FBI. Period.
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“The girl,” Wyldon said. The Assistant Director carefully – very carefully – hid his look of distaste. Theoretically, Jon had outranked him before Roald had busted him back down to Special Agent. Theoretically, Jon shouldn’t be doing a great deal of things which he was now doing. He found his fingers tapping against the smooth wood of the desk and stilled them, meeting Wyldon’s gaze steadily.
“Keladry,” Jon said, in response, “Her name is Keladry.”
Wyldon accepted this, his lips setting into a painfully straight line. “She shouldn’t be here.”
“You’ve checked her records from Quantico, haven’t you?” Jon asked coolly, because of course, Wyldon had. Wyldon was always thorough in fulfilling his duties as the overall IC of training. And Jon had checked Keladry’s records himself, had accessed page after page of data, and glanced at the coloured photograph – white background, of course. The set of her jaw had always been determined, and it was echoed in her dreamer’s hazel eyes.
The gold wedding band on his ring finger suddenly felt like a band of fire.
“She’s determined,” Wyldon allowed.
Jon felt the beginnings of a smile stretch his lips. “I’m taking her on,” he told Wyldon, “When she graduates.”
Wyldon considered arguing, but evidently thought the better of it because when he next spoke, it was, instead, of Thayet.
QC: by Cassandra