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no_true_pairTitle: Dreams
Fandom: Victor Victoria & The Mummy Series
Pairing/Characters: Rick O'Connell & Victor Grazinski
Content Notes: None
Prompt: September 8 Title "Dreams"
Rick knocked back his drink, then watched the thin, almost delicate man he'd met tonight sip the scotch. Rick had known the type, back in the Foreign Legion, and really didn't care. He just couldn't figure this guy out fully, why he was hanging out in this hotel, what he was waiting for.
Before he'd worked up the right angle to figure the man out more directly, one of the weasel German sympathizers walked in, and Rick happened to be looking just right to notice the thin man focused more sharply. It was well-hidden to anyone who wasn't already accustomed to the current atmosphere of spy-ridden back-room meetings. Why Rick had listened —
— no, he knew Evie had been right. One way or another, the German issue was going to spiral, and it was going to affect the antiquities research that she was passionate about. That meant Rick had let himself be recruited. Now he was wondering if the thin man was a German connection, a spy for somebody, or just a citizen that wasn't taking well to appeasement strategies.
The weasel was meeting someone, and Rick was fairly certain the other man was attached to an embassy here. He really needed to work on memorizing the usual suspects from government appointments soon. Still, when the weasel stayed and his contact left, Rick noted that the thin man had already slipped out of the hotel's bar, which left Rick wondering how he'd failed to see it.
He'd been here long enough that leaving now wouldn't be suspicious, and he'd paid for his drinks in advance. With a slightly wobblier walk than he really felt, he walked out to see if he could spot the thin man or the weasel's contact.
It turned out that maybe his involvement in anti-appeasement measures had already been noted, and he didn't quite duck fast enough.
"I hope you had pleasant dreams to make up for the headache you're going to have," a cultured voice said off to Rick's right as he came around. He was in a storage room, probably the one attached to the hotel bar, and the thin man was right there. "Mister O'Connell, I already know. Call me Victor.
"I was detailed to try and identify the likely leak in the French Embassy. I didn't know another person was working the case."
"I wasn't, officially," Rick said with a groan, sizing up the man, noting the delicacy of feature was buttressed by a resolute jawline. Something about how the cravat sat didn't seem quite right, but Rick's instincts were saying to go with the flow.
"Well, the reason you were knocked about was our pigeon was slated to be removed, and you'd been deemed a likely threat to that," Victor said. "Thank you, by the way, for being such a good distraction. I wasn't able to prevent the violence, but I now have multiple leads for ferreting out the agents provocateurs here in London."
"Glad to be useful, even if my head hates me," Rick said. "What, they just knocked me out in passing and left me there?"
Victor gave a roguish smile. "Oh, I think they were encouraged to hasten along," he told Rick with a tone that said not to ask.
"Huh, okay. Well, I should probably get home before my brother in law gets kidnapped or my son starts an apocalypse," Rick said as he moved to his feet. Victor rose too, and held a hand out to shake. The softness of the hand was at odds with the firm shake.
"See you around," Victor said, before parting ways.
Fandom: Victor Victoria & The Mummy Series
Pairing/Characters: Rick O'Connell & Victor Grazinski
Content Notes: None
Prompt: September 8 Title "Dreams"
Rick knocked back his drink, then watched the thin, almost delicate man he'd met tonight sip the scotch. Rick had known the type, back in the Foreign Legion, and really didn't care. He just couldn't figure this guy out fully, why he was hanging out in this hotel, what he was waiting for.
Before he'd worked up the right angle to figure the man out more directly, one of the weasel German sympathizers walked in, and Rick happened to be looking just right to notice the thin man focused more sharply. It was well-hidden to anyone who wasn't already accustomed to the current atmosphere of spy-ridden back-room meetings. Why Rick had listened —
— no, he knew Evie had been right. One way or another, the German issue was going to spiral, and it was going to affect the antiquities research that she was passionate about. That meant Rick had let himself be recruited. Now he was wondering if the thin man was a German connection, a spy for somebody, or just a citizen that wasn't taking well to appeasement strategies.
The weasel was meeting someone, and Rick was fairly certain the other man was attached to an embassy here. He really needed to work on memorizing the usual suspects from government appointments soon. Still, when the weasel stayed and his contact left, Rick noted that the thin man had already slipped out of the hotel's bar, which left Rick wondering how he'd failed to see it.
He'd been here long enough that leaving now wouldn't be suspicious, and he'd paid for his drinks in advance. With a slightly wobblier walk than he really felt, he walked out to see if he could spot the thin man or the weasel's contact.
It turned out that maybe his involvement in anti-appeasement measures had already been noted, and he didn't quite duck fast enough.
"I hope you had pleasant dreams to make up for the headache you're going to have," a cultured voice said off to Rick's right as he came around. He was in a storage room, probably the one attached to the hotel bar, and the thin man was right there. "Mister O'Connell, I already know. Call me Victor.
"I was detailed to try and identify the likely leak in the French Embassy. I didn't know another person was working the case."
"I wasn't, officially," Rick said with a groan, sizing up the man, noting the delicacy of feature was buttressed by a resolute jawline. Something about how the cravat sat didn't seem quite right, but Rick's instincts were saying to go with the flow.
"Well, the reason you were knocked about was our pigeon was slated to be removed, and you'd been deemed a likely threat to that," Victor said. "Thank you, by the way, for being such a good distraction. I wasn't able to prevent the violence, but I now have multiple leads for ferreting out the agents provocateurs here in London."
"Glad to be useful, even if my head hates me," Rick said. "What, they just knocked me out in passing and left me there?"
Victor gave a roguish smile. "Oh, I think they were encouraged to hasten along," he told Rick with a tone that said not to ask.
"Huh, okay. Well, I should probably get home before my brother in law gets kidnapped or my son starts an apocalypse," Rick said as he moved to his feet. Victor rose too, and held a hand out to shake. The softness of the hand was at odds with the firm shake.
"See you around," Victor said, before parting ways.