Ciernan
Title: Ciernan
Author: deandratb
Rating: PG-13, possibly.
Author's Note: This is based in an AU world I created, so if things are cryptic please have patience. No fandom was involved in the writing of this piece, and any similarities are a huge compliment.
It was an age-old story, one he'd seen all the time in the movies, which made him nothing more than a seriously pathetic cliche.
Ciernan had a plan. He'd had goals, and he had been working toward those goals his whole life- with complete success, for the most part. Maybe those goals had felt sort of hollow, maybe he'd felt like there was something that he was missing, but it had been expected of him. And like so many sons of incredibly powerful and accomplished men, he had always done what was expected of him.
So when he was sent to infiltrate the enemy, he had done so with all the charm and intelligence he had at his disposal. He had dutifully sent weekly reports back about the major players and he had searched for something, anything that might be the key to stopping them- anything that could enable his family to steal their power.
She was the unexpected element. Mel was strong, and quirky, and bitingly witty. Ciernan's assignment had been to befriend them, not seduce them- but she was, in the strangest way, like gravity to him. She was suspicious, and guarded, and he was part of an ancient alliance determined to destroy everything she stood for- but none of that stopped him.
He kept sending reports, but he started glossing over certain details- how much time they spent together, how much he respected her talent... how beautiful she was at dawn. She trusted him, and he learned all her secrets. And suddenly all his aspirations meant nothing.
Corner office with a view? Worthless. Moving up in the organization based on his own merits instead of family connections? Waste of time. Taking his father's place one day as the head of the Coalition? Completely and utterly depressing.
He'd been among them for about a year when he found himself watching her sleep in his bed, and he chose not to send a report that week.
He was hopelessly in love with her, he thought to himself. He could admit it now. And tonight he would tell her the truth- he would tell her everything, starting from when he was six years old and he learned that he couldn't be a fireman because he had "obligations", and ending with how much he loved her. Then he would find a way to make it work- their completely opposite sides of the fight, and their respective families who would never understand. He would make love be enough.
He was such a fool.
Author: deandratb
Rating: PG-13, possibly.
Author's Note: This is based in an AU world I created, so if things are cryptic please have patience. No fandom was involved in the writing of this piece, and any similarities are a huge compliment.
It was an age-old story, one he'd seen all the time in the movies, which made him nothing more than a seriously pathetic cliche.
Ciernan had a plan. He'd had goals, and he had been working toward those goals his whole life- with complete success, for the most part. Maybe those goals had felt sort of hollow, maybe he'd felt like there was something that he was missing, but it had been expected of him. And like so many sons of incredibly powerful and accomplished men, he had always done what was expected of him.
So when he was sent to infiltrate the enemy, he had done so with all the charm and intelligence he had at his disposal. He had dutifully sent weekly reports back about the major players and he had searched for something, anything that might be the key to stopping them- anything that could enable his family to steal their power.
She was the unexpected element. Mel was strong, and quirky, and bitingly witty. Ciernan's assignment had been to befriend them, not seduce them- but she was, in the strangest way, like gravity to him. She was suspicious, and guarded, and he was part of an ancient alliance determined to destroy everything she stood for- but none of that stopped him.
He kept sending reports, but he started glossing over certain details- how much time they spent together, how much he respected her talent... how beautiful she was at dawn. She trusted him, and he learned all her secrets. And suddenly all his aspirations meant nothing.
Corner office with a view? Worthless. Moving up in the organization based on his own merits instead of family connections? Waste of time. Taking his father's place one day as the head of the Coalition? Completely and utterly depressing.
He'd been among them for about a year when he found himself watching her sleep in his bed, and he chose not to send a report that week.
He was hopelessly in love with her, he thought to himself. He could admit it now. And tonight he would tell her the truth- he would tell her everything, starting from when he was six years old and he learned that he couldn't be a fireman because he had "obligations", and ending with how much he loved her. Then he would find a way to make it work- their completely opposite sides of the fight, and their respective families who would never understand. He would make love be enough.
He was such a fool.