Sierra || Lloyd Hansen

1. Welcome To The Team

Leaning against the wall, shadows hide your face from his view. The only sounds that fill the room are the jangle of his chains and the snap as you pop the gum in your mouth.

He breaks the silence first, "If this is about Winky's Cantina, I didn't have anything to do with it."

You smile to yourself slightly as Fitz assures him, "It's not about Winky's Cantina."

"I like honey buns as much as the next guy. I'm not gonna gouge your eye out for one. You gonna write that down?" Court nods to a notepad on the table, keeping his eyes on Fitz.

"I'm not gonna write anything down."

Court looks over at you slightly, trying to see who you are, but getting nowhere thanks to the lighting.

"You want some gum?" Fitz offers him, regaining his attention.

Court leans in, "What kind you got?"

Fitz takes the gum out of his pocket to read the label. "'Bubblicious Watermelon Wave'. What do you say?"

"There is no other kind," Court says with a slight shrug, reaching his hand out as much as the cuffs allow. Fitz slides the pack across the table to him. Court starts to unwrap a piece before placing it back on the table with more force than necessary. "If you think I'm gonna rat somebody out for Bubblicious, you got another thing coming to you. Watermelon or not."

"It is pretty good though," you offer with a smile evident in your voice. Court looks over at you and smiles, slightly amused.

"'Courtland Gentry'," Fitz begins to read his file, "'Born 1980. Incarcerated 1995. Eligible for parole in 2031,'" he closes the file as Court looks back at him. "You got quite a long way to go, son."

"There's an upside to sleeping so close to your toilet," he shrugs nonchalantly, popping the piece of gum in his mouth.

"I get it. You're glib. So were they," Fitz nods back to you.

You walk over and sit in an extra chair next to him, feeling eyes on you. You look across the table at Court who squints slightly at you, trying to figure out what that means and who you are. In his defense, it has been years and you've both grown up.

"Well, I'm just gonna cut to the chase," Fitz continues, "My name is Donald Fitzroy, and I'm here to commute your sentence."

"You're gonna commute my sentence?"

"Yes."

"Just like that?"

"When I get out of this chair and we walk out of this prison," he looks at you briefly, "you'll walk with us."

"Who are you, my fairy godmother?" Court laughs, not quite believing Fitz. "No offense, I thought you'd look different."

"I may be. We'll see."

"What's the catch?"

"There's always a catch," you add and Court's eyes shoot back to you, this time with a glint of realization and recognition. You smile slightly.

"You work for us. With Y/n," Fitz informs him.

"Y/n?" Court's voice is quiet and you nod in confirmation.

"I missed you, a lot has happened without you."

"Yeah," he chuckles in relief at finally seeing you again, "I guess it has. So who- who's 'us'?" he looks between you and Fitz.

"The CIA," you state.

"We're gonna train you to kill bad guys," Fitz adds, "and since you've already killed one, it shouldn't be too difficult."

You notice Court's light hearted and joking persona drops slightly, "What makes you think I wanna do it again?"

"Because I personally requested you as a partner. You fit the type anyways, Court."

"You'd be part of an elite unit with Y/n, the Sierra program," Fitz says, "you would exist in the gray."

"Disposable?" Court all but scoffs at that idea, worrying you that he won't agree.

"I've worked with Y/n for a few years now. I know why you pulled that trigger," Court's eyes go back to you protectively as Fitz speaks, "I would've done the same thing myself. Now, I'm here to help you become a value-add instead of value lost. So why don't you take all the pain or whatever the hell got you here, turn it around, and make it useful?"

Court hesitates for a few moments, looking down slightly to contemplate the decision before looking over at you again, seemingly making his choice, and looking back to Fitz.

"How long do I gotta work for you?" he asks.

"Let's just say you'd be indefinitely useful."