From: LLoisarah@aol.com

The Alternative Adventures of Benton Quest

May 25, 1999

Disclaimer:  The following is a piece of fanfiction based on characters owned 
by Hanna-Barbera Productions and Comico.  No infringement is intended, the 
following is not written for profit.  Characters not owned by Hanna-Barbera 
or Comico are property of the author, and are not to be used, with or without 
permission.  This piece is a little too personal.

Category:  A, Benton-Rachel HR, P, ALT (Very, V

Rating: PG-13?

Content Warning:  Suggestions, mostly implied.

Archivers:  Please ask for permission first.

Missing Pieces: Intriguing

By Sarah E. Gridler (Lloisarah@aol.com)

Summary: Uh… Benton's employer makes him a tad bit… uncomfortable.

Keywords:  Alternative universe, Benton

Feedback:  More than welcome.

Dedicated to the BAD girls, for some strange reason ;)

Benton sat hunched over the computer, running test after test.  His 
concentration was focused so intently upon the computer screen he did not 
realize someone had entered the room.

"Damn!" he muttered, before running the sequence again.

"Problems?" she asked softly.

Startled, Benton turned around.  "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in, Ms. 
Donovan.  AS for problems, nothing that can't be fixed, after we figure out 
what's wrong," he smiled.

"I can not tell you how much I appreciate your work on this project, Benton.  
I can call you Benton, right?" Without waiting for an answer Alexis 
continued, "Your VR system has helped tremendously.  When do you think that 
we can move on from the computer simulations to an actual test of the laser?"

"Perhaps in a few months, Ms. Donovan.  I'm only sorry I can not work on the 
project that long."

"Don't be silly, Benton.  Of course you can work on the project… you're 
exactly who I'm looking for to join my team here at Donovan Defense.  I'm 
prepared to offer you…"

"I'm sorry, but no." Benton interrupted.

"Please, all of my companies could use your talent, and I can pay generously."

"No, I'm sorry, money's not the issue, I…"

"Benton…" began Alexis as she sat on the counter beside the computer he had 
previously been using.  Her short skirt seemed to hike up even higher, and 
she laid her legs across his lap and crossed them.  "You have no idea what 
I'm prepared to offer you," she purred.

"Excuse me?"

She laughed.  "Do you have any idea how handsome, how intriguing of a man you 
are?"

Benton pushed his chair backwards and stood up.  "Ms. Donovan, please… I…I 
think I should be leaving."

Alexis watched in amusement as Benton turned off the computer, gathered his 
things, and walked towards the door.  He grasped the handle.

"Locked?" asked Alexis, taunting him.

"Where's the key?" he asked as he turned around to face her.  She held up her 
necklace, dangling on the end of it was a key.  "You'll have to come get it," 
she said, dropping it so that it fell down her partially unbuttoned blouse.

"Ms. Donovan, please…" he sighed.

"What's wrong?" she asked, in a mock pout.

"Besides the fact that I'm married?"

"Yeah, besides that minor detail."

"It's not minor, and even if I wasn't, your," his voice became ice cold, 
"Your 'offer' does not interest me in the least." 

Alexis got up and removed the key from around her neck.  "You're sure?  You 
don't want to… reconsider?"

"No."

"For your sake?  Or that of your family?"

Benton glared at Alexis.  "Leave them out of this."

"Your decision, not mine," answered Alexis as she opened the door.  
"Goodnight, Dr. Quest."

He glared at her and then began the walk to his car.


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