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Cavalier by Kawcrow (PG)
Fandom: JAKE 2.0
Pairing: Jake/Diane
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
octopedingenue
Author Website: snarky kitty
Why this must be read: I'm a complete sucker for "missing scene" stories. This is no secret. Kawy knows this, and indulges my passion with this lovely little coda to "Middleman" and episode which in and of itself is practically fanfic. Diane's reaction to finding out her new boyfriend was planning to sell her brain to the Russians is pitch-perfect--and Kawy's Jake and Kyle are exactly the Jake and Kyle I know and love from the show. And excellent addition, that fits right in with canon.
The cavalry was waiting on the pier in the form of twenty-odd NSA agents with black suits, drawn guns, and cautious expressions as Jake steered the boat into port. Diane stood ready to exit the boat, her arms crossed and her face tense.
"Sorry, guys," Jake called to the agents. "I took care of him." He picked up the still-unconscious Steve by the back of his jacket and heaved them both out of the boat. Then still dragging Steve like a kitten, he trotted down the length of the pier while everyone else followed.
"Was he the only guy?" Kyle said, falling into step behind Jake.
"Yep. Nobody here but us chickens." Jake dropped Steve unceremoniously on the ground at the end of the pier. The earth was still wet from a recent rain, and Steve made a satisfying splat as he plopped in the mud. Everyone gathered around him.
"And one lying, two-faced, traitorous pig," Diane spat. She was still resplendent in her evening attire for her botched date with Steve, but her face was very pale and she kept biting her lips.
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, throw in a couple of cows, maybe a duck..."
"Damn, you already took out the one guy?" The young agent to Kyle's left looked disappointed. "I was hoping we would see some action tonight."
Kyle shot him a murderous look. "You'd better be joking."
"He's right. That's like the spoken equivalent of wearing a red shirt on the original Star Trek."
All nearby heads swiveled slowly to stare at Jake.
"Come on. Red shirts? Redshirts? Come on! Star Trek! Ensigns! Death!"
They continued to stare. The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.
Jake sighed. "No one gets my humor."
"That's okay. You can tell it to Lou later. She might even smile," Kyle said.
Cavalier
Pairing: Jake/Diane
Author on LJ:
octopedingenueAuthor Website: snarky kitty
Why this must be read: I'm a complete sucker for "missing scene" stories. This is no secret. Kawy knows this, and indulges my passion with this lovely little coda to "Middleman" and episode which in and of itself is practically fanfic. Diane's reaction to finding out her new boyfriend was planning to sell her brain to the Russians is pitch-perfect--and Kawy's Jake and Kyle are exactly the Jake and Kyle I know and love from the show. And excellent addition, that fits right in with canon.
The cavalry was waiting on the pier in the form of twenty-odd NSA agents with black suits, drawn guns, and cautious expressions as Jake steered the boat into port. Diane stood ready to exit the boat, her arms crossed and her face tense.
"Sorry, guys," Jake called to the agents. "I took care of him." He picked up the still-unconscious Steve by the back of his jacket and heaved them both out of the boat. Then still dragging Steve like a kitten, he trotted down the length of the pier while everyone else followed.
"Was he the only guy?" Kyle said, falling into step behind Jake.
"Yep. Nobody here but us chickens." Jake dropped Steve unceremoniously on the ground at the end of the pier. The earth was still wet from a recent rain, and Steve made a satisfying splat as he plopped in the mud. Everyone gathered around him.
"And one lying, two-faced, traitorous pig," Diane spat. She was still resplendent in her evening attire for her botched date with Steve, but her face was very pale and she kept biting her lips.
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, throw in a couple of cows, maybe a duck..."
"Damn, you already took out the one guy?" The young agent to Kyle's left looked disappointed. "I was hoping we would see some action tonight."
Kyle shot him a murderous look. "You'd better be joking."
"He's right. That's like the spoken equivalent of wearing a red shirt on the original Star Trek."
All nearby heads swiveled slowly to stare at Jake.
"Come on. Red shirts? Redshirts? Come on! Star Trek! Ensigns! Death!"
They continued to stare. The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.
Jake sighed. "No one gets my humor."
"That's okay. You can tell it to Lou later. She might even smile," Kyle said.
Cavalier