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maderrForgot I started this. it was saved as 'bondmac - b vs b' on my comp and it took me a second to remember what it was ^^;; Only a page, I recall now why I stopped - MacGuyver is hard to write. Maybe I'll poke at this some tonight. Fanfiction is always a nice break for me.
I wonder if I could con someone into making a bond/mac icon for me? That would be teh r0x0r.
Beauty vs. Beast
I.
Bond kissed her until the woman quieted. Her husband had complained incessantly the other night about how noisome she was. But Bond hadn’t really been surprised when, after meeting her, all he’d heard throughout the night were those things which he wanted most to hear. ‘Oh, James’ and ‘Mm, yes’ and ‘Come back here’ and ‘Oh, that silly old thing? Of course I know…”
With morning’s light, however, he could see why the man complained. So Bond kissed her until she was pliant. A pity he didn’t have time for more. He rolled out of bed while she was still quiet and after slipping on his pants, returned to his own room across the hall.
Two hours later he was ready to get to work, and stepped out into the hallway – and barely avoided barreling into a man so quiet Bond hadn’t heard him coming. Hadn’t even seen. Strange. Immediately annoyed with himself and the stranger, Bond gave him a quick, thorough look.
His height, or very nearly so. Blonde hair, not the neatest. Plain clothes. And Bond would bet his license to kill the man was American. “Pardon me.”
“No problem,” the blonde said, barely flicking his eyes at Bond before continuing on down the hallway.
Definitely American, accent not withstanding.
At least this assignment shouldn’t take more than a weekend. It had only taken one night – one woman – and he had all he needed to get started. Smirking, a trace of something like weariness slipping into it, Bond followed the American down the hall to the elevators.
Glass elevators, yet another chance for the hotel to show off its gorgeous, wonderfully expensive view. Lush greens, white beach, blue water – honestly did the enemy ever pick anything besides expensive beaches?
Though, perhaps they were better than the last mountain fiasco. But that hadn’t been the enemy so much as a misunderstanding between comrades.
James gave the American a longer, surreptitious look. Something about the man was niggling at him. Like he should know the man, which made no sense at all. He’d never seen him before, he was certain of that. It was almost like being briefed on someone without having a picture and then encountering that person.
Except he’d had pictures for all relevant enemies, foes and potential allies. Then he’d gone out and gotten information on their wives, girlfriends and secretaries.
And M claimed he never prepared for anything.
II.
MacGyver wondered what sort of kinks Mr. Bond was going to throw into his plans. Almost without actually having to think about it, he began to reevaluate and adjust his plans to account for the presence of perhaps the most infamous secret agent on the map. Also the only secret agent who had not only managed to fail completely at being a 'secret' but was still both alive and employed.
He was going to kill Pete when he talked to him later – it figured they’d neglect to mention that James Bond would be here. Was he here for the same reason? Heaven forbid. Up until two minutes ago, it had looked like an inordinately easy case – at least compared to what the Phoenix Foundation normally gave him to handle.
Too easy, of course. Well, he'd just have to work more quickly than he'd estimated. Get in and out before Bond blew everything up and ran off with someone's wife.
I wonder if I could con someone into making a bond/mac icon for me? That would be teh r0x0r.
Beauty vs. Beast
I.
Bond kissed her until the woman quieted. Her husband had complained incessantly the other night about how noisome she was. But Bond hadn’t really been surprised when, after meeting her, all he’d heard throughout the night were those things which he wanted most to hear. ‘Oh, James’ and ‘Mm, yes’ and ‘Come back here’ and ‘Oh, that silly old thing? Of course I know…”
With morning’s light, however, he could see why the man complained. So Bond kissed her until she was pliant. A pity he didn’t have time for more. He rolled out of bed while she was still quiet and after slipping on his pants, returned to his own room across the hall.
Two hours later he was ready to get to work, and stepped out into the hallway – and barely avoided barreling into a man so quiet Bond hadn’t heard him coming. Hadn’t even seen. Strange. Immediately annoyed with himself and the stranger, Bond gave him a quick, thorough look.
His height, or very nearly so. Blonde hair, not the neatest. Plain clothes. And Bond would bet his license to kill the man was American. “Pardon me.”
“No problem,” the blonde said, barely flicking his eyes at Bond before continuing on down the hallway.
Definitely American, accent not withstanding.
At least this assignment shouldn’t take more than a weekend. It had only taken one night – one woman – and he had all he needed to get started. Smirking, a trace of something like weariness slipping into it, Bond followed the American down the hall to the elevators.
Glass elevators, yet another chance for the hotel to show off its gorgeous, wonderfully expensive view. Lush greens, white beach, blue water – honestly did the enemy ever pick anything besides expensive beaches?
Though, perhaps they were better than the last mountain fiasco. But that hadn’t been the enemy so much as a misunderstanding between comrades.
James gave the American a longer, surreptitious look. Something about the man was niggling at him. Like he should know the man, which made no sense at all. He’d never seen him before, he was certain of that. It was almost like being briefed on someone without having a picture and then encountering that person.
Except he’d had pictures for all relevant enemies, foes and potential allies. Then he’d gone out and gotten information on their wives, girlfriends and secretaries.
And M claimed he never prepared for anything.
II.
MacGyver wondered what sort of kinks Mr. Bond was going to throw into his plans. Almost without actually having to think about it, he began to reevaluate and adjust his plans to account for the presence of perhaps the most infamous secret agent on the map. Also the only secret agent who had not only managed to fail completely at being a 'secret' but was still both alive and employed.
He was going to kill Pete when he talked to him later – it figured they’d neglect to mention that James Bond would be here. Was he here for the same reason? Heaven forbid. Up until two minutes ago, it had looked like an inordinately easy case – at least compared to what the Phoenix Foundation normally gave him to handle.
Too easy, of course. Well, he'd just have to work more quickly than he'd estimated. Get in and out before Bond blew everything up and ran off with someone's wife.
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Date: 2006-07-07 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-07 03:07 am (UTC)Question is, which Bond are we speaking of here?
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Date: 2006-07-07 10:38 am (UTC)Whichever you prefer? I'm not choosing anyone, more just a general Bond, if that makes any sense. I mean Hollywood has a bajillion diffrent versions of the man, I figure I can make one of my own ^_~
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Date: 2006-07-07 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-07 10:35 am (UTC)Ahaha, Daniel would be fun but a bit too much for now.
Umm, no particular Bond in mind. Just a general idea of Bond? So if you have a pref, picture that ^_^
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Date: 2006-07-07 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-07 10:37 am (UTC)^____^ I love it! Ahahaha, it's totally cute. I love watching those things, it wasn't too slow at all.
And I've seen stranger segues, trust me.
That picture just made getting out of bed worthwhile. You rock, totally hardcore.
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Date: 2006-07-07 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-07 10:39 am (UTC)DUCT TAPE FOR THE WIN!
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Date: 2006-07-07 04:09 am (UTC)Hope you are inspired to write more!^^
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Date: 2006-07-07 10:43 am (UTC)Hee. I should find that to download somewhere. And cool ^_^ I''m working on memories of MacGyver mostly, so it's good to know I'm not failig. If you see anything that's off, feel free to poke me!
Definitly snarky
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Date: 2006-07-07 05:58 am (UTC)Much love for Mac. And honestly? I think your sense of humor fits rather well with his frequent use of dry sarcasm, so you should do just fine. ^.^
*wants more!!!* ^^ If I make you an icon once I get back to Eugene, will you write more? *puppy eyes*
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Date: 2006-07-07 10:39 am (UTC)^____^
Yeah? Cool. I can see he'll be fun to write, once I get a feel for him.
That sounds fair to me <3
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Date: 2006-07-10 03:51 am (UTC)One day I hope Pierce Brosnan and Richard Dean Anderson find this and make with the passionate sex. That is broadcasted worldwide, of course.
*loses*
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Date: 2006-07-10 04:00 am (UTC)Ah, yes. The return of the Cookie. Thats' why crack alert started going off. *luffs you*
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Date: 2006-07-10 04:19 am (UTC)Is it in any way related to my Embrace senses?