From: Frank Curtin Well, here's another short one. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizable characters, they were created by HB and I'm not making any money off of this fic, though I could. Well, maybe not. Rating: Hm. PG-13, just to be on the safe side. Wouldn't want anyone getting upset because I under rated it, though this is probably an over rating. Catagories: Wildley people, you watching? This is F, V, HR, Humor (the abbriaviation escapes me now), I, and Family (If that's an actual catagory) Date: 5/21/99 Author: Bryne (Michelle) What the?! by Bryne “That’s an interesting situation you seemed to have gotten yourself into, Commander Bennett,” Race said as he sat back on the couch and folded his arms casually behind his head. Race knew what was happening and his smug voice and slight smile showed it. The US government had backed themselves into yet another corner and needed the Quest team to pull them out. From his side, Race could detect Benton’s amusement over the dilemma. “I suppose, Commander, that the United States government is expecting us to come and ‘resolve’ the current problem in Columbia. Am I right?” Benton asked the 2D-monitor image before him. The commander swallowed uncomfortably, avoiding both Race and Dr. Quest’s gazes. “Well,” he began, but he was abruptly cut off by the screeching of the compound alarm. Benton and Race surged to their feet, looking for the source of the commotion. Warning sirens blared even as Iris’s voice came on. “Warning,” she stated calmly. “There is an intruder on Quest property. Warning.” From behind, the two could hear the kids hurtling down the main staircase, Jonny undoubtedly in the lead. “Dad!” Jonny cried out, charging into the room. “What’s going on?” “That’s just what I was going to ask, Dr. Quest,” Commander Bennett asked worriedly from the screen, his face crinkled in confusion. “I’m not sure,” he replied to the Commander. Turning to his family, he checked to make sure everyone was present and accounted for. A quick survey showed they were all there; one dog, two adults, and three kids…but no! Jonny and Hadji were there, but Jessie was no where to be found. He opened his mouth to ask the boys where she’d gone when the door bell rang. Race quirked an eyebrow curiously. “Well, how many intruders ring the door bell?” he asked as he motioned with his right hand, now holding a small gun. “I’ve got it!” cried a pleasant female voice as a red blur flew past the men, headed toward the door. “Jessie!” Race yelled, the calm replaced by fear for his nineteen year old daughter. He lunged toward his daughter but missed, falling onto the floor, face first. Race scrambled up as fast as he could, drawing his gun, just in time to see Jessie throw open the door …and throw herself onto the person behind it. Race stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his daughter’s strange behavior. She was standing there in the doorway, her arms wrapped tightly around some stranger’s neck and her mouth...God, what was she doing with her mouth?! For his benefit, the stranger had placed his hands on her waist and was pulling her as close to him as he could get her. “Jessie?” Jonny asked hesitantly. The only reply was a sort of muffled whimpering sound that might not have even come from her. Abruptly, the two broke apart but holding hands, revealing a handsome man in his early to mid twenties. His hair was jet black, so dark it was almost blue and complemented his stormy colored eyes. They were evenly set, accenting his well-tanned skin and clean-shaven, square jaw. His face was well built with the signs of adulthood quickly overtaking once childish features lining it. They stood there for a second, looking into one another’s eyes, ignoring Commander Bennett and the rest of the Quest team. Then, Jessie’s face broke into a brilliant smile. “I knew it was you. You’re the only one who can get past the security cameras,” she said happily as she leaned up and pecked him on the mouth. When she pulled back, he grinned at her, his smile covering his face. “I knew it.” “One night together and we don’t have any secrets any more?” he asked mischievously. Jessie’s grin widened, as she released his hands and placed them back around his neck. “Shameless, hussy,” he whispered playfully in her ear as he dove in for a kiss. Mid descent Jessie’s hand came up, blocking his mouth from reaching hers. “Whoa there, tiger. What’s going on? What are you doing here? And don’t give me a load about missing my beautiful face either,” Jessie said, a smile still lining her face but backed by a certain seriousness. “Oh,” he began as he reached out the door of the compound. Easily, he lifted a small bag from the stoop and brought into the light. “Well I was with ‘you know who’ and we were at ‘you know where’ when Tony from the bar called. He said he had found something interesting that he thought I might want to return to you.” “Really?” she replied, liking the game he had started. “And what would that be? The thing in that darling bag of yours?” she asked him, reaching over to take as he held away from her, teasing. “Why, your panties, dear.” “Panties?” Jessie questioned, her forehead crinkling slightly in confusion. “Mm. You know, the dark purple ones, with all the frilly lace on the edges,” he said with a grin as he pulled a pair of lacy panties from his bag. Dangling them on his index finger, the man casually twirled them in front of her. “The ones you were wearing at the….” “Oh,” Jessie said as she cut him off, laughing. “I was wondering what happened to those,” leaning toward him she easily snatched the panties off his finger. Holding them up as if she was going to put them on, Jessie calmly examined the small scrap of fabric that passed itself off as lingerie. Laughing again, “I haven’t seen these since last Thursday. Where were they?” “In the magnolia bushes back by the Jacuzzi and hot tub.” Jessie grinned again, looking coyly up at him from beneath her dark eyelashes. “Thank you for returning them,” she said, the smile of amusement shrinking as it was replaced by another emotion. “Your welcome,” the man replied, the same look crossing his face as Jessie’s. “It was nice…working with you. We’ll have to…do it, again some time,” he whispered seductively, but clear enough for everyone in the room to hear. Gently he brought a finger down her face, outlining her features as it trailed down, over her breast. “See you soon,” he called as he turned and disappeared into thin air. Race’s face turned red when he saw that, his whole body jerking up as his jaw hardened. Going for his gun, Race felt Benton’s hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him and keep him from doing anything he would regret. Regretfully he let go of his gun and continued to watch his daughter. Jessie clutched the panties to her chest. “Count on it,” she answered to the emptiness. Spinning around, she took off toward her room at full speed and was gone before anyone knew what was happening. “What just happened here?” Race bellowed, shaking the room and startling the others. “Well,” Commander Bennett said, his face pale and shaking. “I, ah, guess I’ll be seeing you. Remember, the country needs you and…ah, hell,” he stuttered, afraid of the former covert agent standing there, a dozen states away. The man was standing there, literally foaming at the mouth in anger. The sight was enough to make a grown man wet his pants. He had only seen Race Bannon enraged once and it wasn’t an experience he particularly wanted to repeat. “See you,” he said as he signaled off, grateful to be out of Race’s line of vision. ************************************************************************** Questions? Comments? Flames? 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