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Fairy Tale by alyse [Reviews - 36]
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Category: CI5: The New Professionals > Slash
Characters: Chris Keel
Rating: PG
Genres: Humour
Warnings: None

Summary: ABC fic, where there are 26 sentences and each one begins with a different letter of the alphabet, in order, starting from a random point.





Once upon a time there was a young man, as there often is in these tales. Perhaps his name was 'Chris' for that's as good a name as any. Quite the hotshot young Navy pilot, he flew fighter jets for a living and was happy. Right up until someone murdered his wife in front of him on their wedding day. Shot her dead, and half the guests with her, leaving him without a scratch on him and all alone.

That's the start of our story. Under other circumstances it would have been the end of it. Very little chance of a 'happy ever after' to this particular fairy tale you would think. Well, you'd be wrong.

Xeroxes and faxes flew back and forth about his state of mind and how the Navy could use the skills he'd accumulated; a hotshot pilot with a borderline death wish. Young and impetuous, he found his niche among other reckless risk takers in the SEALs but never felt at home. Zombie like he stalked through every mission with once again nary a scratch.

And this is where his 'fairy godfather' comes into the picture. But instead of fairy dust and a magic wand, picture a dour and snappish Irish American with no sense of humour and a neat line in 'Don't be cheeky's. CIA at one point and now head of an organisation called CI5. Don't worry if you've never heard of them because our boy hadn't either.

England beckoned. Far enough from the source of our boy's pain you would think and he definitely hoped so. God knew he was getting tired enough of living with the nightmares that any change of scenery was an improvement.

Harry Malone, for that is our fairy godfather's name and a good Irish American name it is too, was an intelligent man, which was why, of course, he was head of CI5 and not the teaboy. In fact, he was so intelligent that he paired our boy with his exact opposite in every way. Just the ticket for an office romance. Kind of 'opposites attract', don't you know?

Love at first sight it wasn't, but then that only really happens in fairy stories and this isn't one, no matter how it looks. Much better to start off slow and sure, to have our boy sit on a car bomb or stand on a land mine and for his new partner to refuse to leave him, no matter what, hold tight onto him, never let him go, and for them to look into each others' eyes and be lost.

Now our story really begins.

The End






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