So here I am, all ready to write some fic my mother will -never- be
allowed to read, and I see that fellow DPs Shana and Tiff are on-line.
The result? 3 adult Tracy stories (each with a different guy) in one night. Wow, Tracy gets around! <eDPg>
Disclaimers: I own nothing, not FK, not my car, not a darn thing is mine legally... and that won't stop me from using them! Mwhahahahaha! ;-)
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Rating: maybe a smidgen more than R, Tracy/Enforcer
Extenuating Circumstances (1/1)
By: Cousin Mary
"Report: 2:14AM, 9-28-96, Subject leaving work. Right on schedule." With a quick and efficient flip of his thumb, the Enforcer assigned to take
care of Tracy Vetter switched off his mini-tape recorder. He slipped the device, and all the purposely vague information in held, into the deep
slit in his black leather duster and snapped the pocket securely closed.
He'd been in this business a long time and knew better than to leave anything up to chance. The palm sized recorders actually weren't
standard practice for those in his line of work yet, but he liked to be
thorough.
He watched the slender blonde make her way through the nearly empty parking lot and climb into a sensible blue Taurus. An understated and
reliable choice, one he couldn't help but approve. In fact, the more he learned about Det. Vetter, the more she intrigued him. She wasn't what
he'd come to expect. Usually the women who learned of their kind, especially through one such as Javier Vachon, were the romantics,
creatures that sighed and mewed, soft, weak and taken with the whole mythical flight of fancy that was the mortal's concept of "vampires."
But Tracy Vetter was not like that. She was practical; her credit and school records showed her to be thus. Her work record was spotless as
well; her supervisors all praised her for her orderly and systematic approach to paper and casework. She was a model of efficiency and
order... something he himself had been called many times over the centuries. He too was considered the best there was in his field,
...though he'd wager no one had ever called Tracy Vetter 'soulless.' His lips twisted up into a humorless smile, why the others insisted he was
missing something made no sense to him. Emotions were pointless and he
had no use for them.
The agent narrowed his deep brown eyes, letting only a minimum of gold show in his effort to peer through the darkness and see into the car
across the street. She was apparently letting the vehicle warm up while she searched for a radio station, at last she seemed to find one that
suited her, but though he strained his ears he could not make out the tune. Oh well, there were limits to even vampiric hearing. He watched
as she put the car into gear and backed out of the slot, carefully checking her mirrors and blind spot beforehand.
He was beginning to wonder if this woman was indeed the one he'd been sent to see to. After all, all they had was the name, perhaps there was
another 'Tracy Vetter' in the city? Perhaps there was a cocktail waitress by the same name? Or a hat-check girl at strip club? One that would
better fit the profile of an inamorata, a vampire's lover. Surely this woman, the one who's psych profile described as 'driven and brilliant,'
couldn't be the shiftless Javier's wench?
Leaping into the air, he followed her car from high above the Toronto skyline. From this height not even another vampire would be able to
sense him. The agent allowed himself a small smile as he enjoyed the power his existence afforded him. He looked down, he knew where the
young woman was going, but his own inherent pragmatism would not allow him to lose track of her for even a moment. She'd driven the same route
home for the past 3 nights. He always gave them 3 nights, so he could pick up their routine. He hated surprises. But tonight was the night.
He'd been assured by reliable contacts that Javier was elsewhere with his fledgling Urs, and the partner, Knight, would himself be occupied at the
local club with his master. Everything was going like clockwork, he smirked, just as he'd...
The agent looked down again, she'd turned and he'd almost lost her. Why had she deviated from her normal route? Where was she going? She was
supposed to be halfway to her apartment by now. That's where he'd planned to see to her dammit! Fuming, he paused in mid-air and watched
her turn into a picturesque little park. The Taurus's brake lights flashed and the woman put the car into park. She next killed the engine
and climbed out. "What now?" He grumbled, following. If she was stopping to pick wild flowers or some such nonsense he'd drain her right
here!
But she didn't go anywhere near the well manicured park's flower beds, or even look towards the manmade beauty of the extensive lawns. She
didn't even leave the one lane asphalt road, she simply walked around her car, sat gingerly on the trunk with her heels perched on the bumper and
looked up at the sky. Looking straight up at him.
The agent balked, she should -not- be able to see him. It was nearly pitch black. Satan himself would miss him on an inky, overcast night
such as this. She couldn't be looking at him. It was a coincidence, had to be. He froze, could she sense him? Testing this, the agent flew
about twenty feet to the right, maintaining his distance from the blonde as he silently slid through the night air. Her head turned as her blue
eyes followed him. "Damn."
He slipped to the ground, his boots making only the slightest thump as he landed a dozen feet in front of her. He knew he was an imposing
figure, slightly over six feet with close cropped hair, dark hair and eyes, pale skin, with a deep scar that traced from his left brow down his
temple and onto his cheek. He was dressed all in black too, shirt, trousers, duster, boots, the only color at all was the deep brown of the
shoulder holster that held his gun and stake. She should be frightened, she should be running back to her car and trying to speed away. She
should not be sitting there looking at him with guarded interest and a damn half smile. He stood there, for the first time in almost as long as
he could remember, at a loss as to what to do.
"What's your name?" She asked, not scared, not demanding, just... curious.
"I can't-" Never, under any circumstances, give them your name. It was one of the first things they taught new recruits, it was harder to kill
them if they called you by name. He swallowed. "Jekon, it's Jekon."
"Jekon." She said the name, rolling it across her tongue as if she were tasting it. Just then the moon broke through the thick cloud cover,
bathing them both in deep blue light, her eyes lit up with it, like twin summer skies they locked with his and she smiled. "So Jekon, are you
going to kill me or what?"
He drew a sharp breath, this was -not- going according to plan. They weren't supposed to know. They weren't supposed to smile at you, perched
on the back of a Taurus, waiting calmly for you to answer their questions! Jekon took a step closer, then another, and another, until
finally he was so close her legs nearly brushed him. He looked at her, wondering why she wasn't screaming, why she wasn't frightened. He looked
down, and on impulse touched one of her bent knees. She didn't jerk away.
"Are you an Enforcer?" She asked hesitantly.
His head jerked up. She knew about Enforcers?! "Yes." He told her matter-of-factly, "And you know too much."
She nodded, "Probably."
"I'm supposed to kill you," Jekon told her, at a loss as to -why- he was telling her. Centuries as an Enforcer and he'd never once slipped. But
as he looked into the face of the woman he'd been studying for two weeks, been following for three nights, he couldn't seem to recall even one of
the ten sacred codes. This was ridiculous! What the hell was wrong with him? He stared into her eyes, his brows lowering in a scowl. "I can
kill you in an instant." He hissed.
"Ditto," She whispered, and Jekon looked down to see the sharp end of a wicked looking stake slip past his duster and rest against the black silk
of his shirt, right above his heart.
Jekon's eyes came up to meet hers again, he was so close she could make out the green and hazel flecks in the deep brown. "Then I suppose,
Det. Vetter, the question is: Will you?"
"In my way of thinking, this is self defense," She pointed out, the stake staying firmly in place. "After all, you're the one who's been
following me."
"You felt that?" He asked incredulously. As Tracy nodded her hair swept forward threatening to fall in her eyes, with her free hand she moved to
brush it back. Seeing his chance, the agent snatched up her wrist and held it. She jumped and Jekon flinched when he felt the stake press
harder against him. He kept his hold on her wrist though, and their hands stayed up, locked between them. "Stay still." He ordered with a grunt.
She looked at him, a brow cocked, "I have a choice?"
There was a pause, chance enough for tension in the air to become nearly palatable. His other hand was still on her knee, holding her to the car. And her grip on the stake didn't falter one iota. They were locked in
place, neither could move. Stalemate. "You knew I was there?" He asked again, insistent.
"Yes, I knew." She swallowed audibly, "I even saw you a couple of times. Tuesday across the street from my apartment. Then yesterday
outside work and later you were on the roof of Buckstar's. Then tonight..."
They were incredibly close, he could smell her fear now, he pressed closer and instinctively she parted her legs for him. He moved in,
standing between her bent knees. He leaned down and, his mouth nearly touching her ear, asked, "If you knew, why didn't you ask your lover to
protect you?"
"Lover?" She sounded distracted, and suddenly Jekon caught scent of her arousal. He stiffened, standing sharply and looking down at her.
"Yes, your lover." He nodded, glaring down at her. How dare she attempt to play these pathetic games with him? Imagine, pretending
ignorance to an Enforcer! His lip curled up in a sneer, "Javier Vachon.
Ring any bells?" Her head snapped up at his tone and Jekon flinched
again as the stake dug into him. Damn, he'd forgotten she still had that.
"Vachon and I are -not- lovers." She announced, sounding just as indignant as Jekon had. "Just because I know Vachon and other vampires
doesn't mean I'm sleeping with any of them!"
"You aren't?" Jekon was almost floored by how relieved he was to hear that. "Then why-?"
"Why do I hang out with you guys?" She cut off his question, still very much annoyed, "Oh I don't know. Maybe because I ate lead paint as a
baby? Spent too many long minutes staring into the summer sun? Obviously it's not good for my health that I do it!" She punctuated each
sentence with a jab of the stake, the last one broke the skin.
"Dammit!" Jekon jerked back, the wood hadn't gone far, barely broken the skin, but it still hurt.
"Oh my God!" Tracy looked down wide-eyed at the small trickle of wetness she'd brought to the surface. There was only the tiniest of
tears in his shirt, and only a barest of scratches in his pale skin.
Nearly every paper cut she'd ever had had been worse, but then, those had been self inflicted. She looked up into Jekon's face, he still held her
wrist and they were still much too close for comfort's sake, but nevertheless she whispered, "I am so sorry."
He looked back at her, seeing her genuine remorse... and noticed she still had her weapon at the ready. He couldn't help it, he started
laughing. And the fact that Tracy just looked at him oddly made him laugh all the more. "It's all right Det. Vetter, I assure you."
"Uh-" She sounded a bit worried, "Are you sure you're okay?"
He nodded, still laughing. In all his years as an Enforcer he'd never been in a situation remotely like this. He let go of her wrist and put
his hands on either side of her. Leaning in, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, an impulsive move the likes of which his fellow agents would
have sworn he was incapable of making. But then, he'd never felt anything like this before either. He smiled at Tracy as his laughter
subsided. She smiled back, then suddenly struck by the absurdity of their predicament herself, began to giggle, which sent him into another
fit of mirth. Jekon bent his head as deep silent laughter shook his shoulders. God, it had to have been centuries since he'd laughed like
this!
Tracy shifted, and suddenly he found his face bowed into her shoulder as she clung to him laughing as well. He felt her arms wrap themselves
around him, that damnable stake still clenched in her hand. He pulled her closer, her lithe body fitting the curve of his muscular frame
perfectly. Abruptly they both seemed to realize what was happening, and suddenly it wasn't at all funny any more.
Jekon pulled back and looked at her, "Det. Vetter, I-"
"Tracy," She corrected, and with that, leaned forward and kissed him.
It'd been a very long time since he'd kissed anyone, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten how it was done. When Tracy parted her lips slightly
he slid his tongue in, exploring the slick velvet of her mouth. She met him in his explorations, taking turns as well as suckling his lips into
hers. He heard the stake clatter to the ground as he lifted her into his arms. Sensible car or no, the Taurus's shocks probably weren't up for
what he had in mind.
"Jekon?" Tracy looked up at him as he lay her on the dewy grass under one of the park's many trees, "Are you sure we should do this?"
"I'm sure we shouldn't," He admitted, then leaned down to capture her lips again. He pushed her long trench coat off over her shoulders,
finding a sturdy holster much like the one he wore himself. He smiled as he easily unbuckled it, she really was too much like him. "But I can
also honestly say that I've never wanted anyone more than you, Det. Tracy Vetter."
She reached out and touched his face, her slender fingers tracing up the scar and burying themselves in his dark hair, "I almost can't believe
you're real." She whispered, "You're so incredible."
And to think, Jekon paused to brush back her golden hair so he could kiss her throat, he'd once thought such words were nothing but mindless
drivel, but here he was, saying them, reveling in hearing them. Romance, it seemed, was far from dead, even for him.
Then Jekon stopped thinking, losing himself in the sensations. The smell and taste of her, the feel of her hands on his body as she pulled
off his duster and traced up and down his sides. He pulled her shirt off over her head, bending down to kiss the swell of her breasts over the
cotton lace of her bra. He smiled, she was blushing, even the flesh of her bosom was tinged pink, he looked up at her and smiled tenderly. "Do
you have any idea how lovely you are?"
Tracy smiled back, blushing even brighter. Then she was thoroughly distracted. She spotted his gun. "Whoa momma!" She drew the massive
weapon out and instantly checked the sites. "What the heck -is- this?"
She looked over the weapon with enthusiasm, completely oblivious now to the fact that she was sitting in the damp grass, half naked, with a
vampire that hadn't been this aroused since well before the city had been founded.
Jekon chuckled in frustrated amusement, sitting up he pulled both Tracy and the gun into his lap. And they said he was cold and passionless? Talk
about irony, here he was, hard as a rock and the object of his affection was in awe of his sidearm. He plucked up the gun, made sure the safety
was on and gave the quickest lesson in Enforcer weapon standards ever devised. "Armor piercing, but with a sliver of holy water drenched wood.
Not really very effective, but it'll certainly get someone's attention." Next, before she could grab it herself, he pulled the slim ebony stake
from the holster and showed it to her, "I assume you can figure out what
this is for."
"Yessir," She nodded, her curiosity, if nothing else, sated.
"Happy now?" He asked, cuddling her to his chest.
"Getting there," She shot him a wicked grin, then started unbuckling his holster and, just like him, she made quick work of it. Next she attacked
the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off him. Her fingers brushed across where she's nicked him earlier, but there was no trace of a wound
now. "I'm glad I didn't kill you." She said, peering up at him through her bangs.
"Same here," He chuckled, caressing her hair as she dipped her head to kiss the spot over his heart. Funny, he'd thought the organ long since
dead, but as she dropped a tender kiss, he felt it lurch deeply.
The rest of their clothes fell to the ground quickly, and soon bare flesh met bare flesh. Their kisses blazed, like stars colliding in a sky
of molten fire. And when their bodies joined Jekon couldn't stop himself, he just started crying. It was perfect, it was so bloody
beautiful that he wept with it. Afterwards, they lay cooling in the after glow. She looked up at his face, kissing away the trail of tears.
"That was..." She trailed off, pressing herself closer, as if trying to
climb into him.
"I can't think of any words either." Jekon held her. He was shaken to the core by what had just happened, hell, the whole night... They said
he was emotionless, cold, the model of efficiency and order. And he'd just thrown the Code out the window, made love to the mortal he'd been
assigned to kill and experienced more emotions in one night than he had since long before he'd come across.
Tracy pulled back, they were laying on his duster but the dew had still somehow dampened her hair and skin. She looked towards the East, where
the tell-tale pink of dawn was beginning to show. "It'll be dawn soon."
Jekon rose too, and they dressed in silence. When they were finished they just looked at each other, neither sure what the other was thinking,
not too clear on what they were thinking themselves either.
"You'll be going?" Tracy asked finally.
"I'm expected back in Paris." He nodded.
"Will I ever see you again?" She whispered, her voice catching.
"Would you want to?" Jekon asked, touching her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. "The dangers are," He paused, not really knowing
how to explain what it was to be an Enforcer, "More."
But he didn't really have to explain, Tracy was the daughter of a cop, the sister, niece, aunt and godmother of cops. And of course, she was a
cop herself. She already knew. "I want to see you again." She said, sliding into his arms for one final embrace before he had to leave.
"Then you shall."
"When?"
She didn't sound sad, just curious. Jekon looked at her, her head tilted to one side as she asked, this is how he would always remember
her. "When I can."
She wrinkled her nose, but accepted that. "I suppose I'll wait then."
"Shall I write you an ode to patience?" Jekon cracked, his first joke in decades.
"I'd rather you just write." Tracy smiled truthfully, "Now go, the sun is nearly up." She gave him a quick kiss and headed towards her car.
"Yes ma'am," He grinned, leaping into the sky.
***
Later, right before his flight was to leave, Jekon pulled his record from his pocket once more. "Report: 9:03PM, 9-28-96, Subject... not
terminated. Extenuating circumstances."
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Well, haven't you wondered why no Enforcers ever bothered Tracy?!
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