Title: For a Price
Author: Amy
Disclaimer: Just a poor graduate student, playing with JJ’s toys…
Rating: PG, cause it’s not dirty at all…
Summary: What might have happened if Lauren Reed had not originally been a double agent? From Sark’s point of view…
Word Count: 175, using Dialogue #3
I start each conversation simply.
“Here you are.”
She wears a red dress, strapless, and delicate silver sandals.
“It’s always about money, isn’t it.”
Amused voice, her right hand in front of her, flat, palm up.
“Are you complaining?”
Right brow arches, cynicism tinges her eyes.
“No…”
Her head drifts slowly from side to side.
“Then just take it!”
She blinks. Her eyes narrow sharply.
“You’re not seroius.”
Soft words, underlined with steel; testing.
“I have my reasons.”
She wants to scoff, but her face remains still, impassive.
“We’re running out of time.”
Her voice becomes urgent. Interesting.
“I’m not so sure.”
A murderous glare, a toss of the head, and a spin on her stiletto heel. She is almost gone.
“Too bad.”
Her voice is only a whisper.
- - -
She walks away from me. She will be back for more. We both know the truth of matters.
She is not who she claims to be. And I, I am willing to do what I can.
Sooner or later, everyone can be bought.
Author: Amy
Disclaimer: Just a poor graduate student, playing with JJ’s toys…
Rating: PG, cause it’s not dirty at all…
Summary: What might have happened if Lauren Reed had not originally been a double agent? From Sark’s point of view…
Word Count: 175, using Dialogue #3
I start each conversation simply.
“Here you are.”
She wears a red dress, strapless, and delicate silver sandals.
“It’s always about money, isn’t it.”
Amused voice, her right hand in front of her, flat, palm up.
“Are you complaining?”
Right brow arches, cynicism tinges her eyes.
“No…”
Her head drifts slowly from side to side.
“Then just take it!”
She blinks. Her eyes narrow sharply.
“You’re not seroius.”
Soft words, underlined with steel; testing.
“I have my reasons.”
She wants to scoff, but her face remains still, impassive.
“We’re running out of time.”
Her voice becomes urgent. Interesting.
“I’m not so sure.”
A murderous glare, a toss of the head, and a spin on her stiletto heel. She is almost gone.
“Too bad.”
Her voice is only a whisper.
- - -
She walks away from me. She will be back for more. We both know the truth of matters.
She is not who she claims to be. And I, I am willing to do what I can.
Sooner or later, everyone can be bought.