The Doctor and the steel eyes

Wild Card P.1

Hi there! My name's Bec. They say I'm a "troubled" child. So I guess. . . you better watch out. I personally believe I'm just a lot of fun, and most people can't take that. The Academy certainly can't handle it. That's why as I walk down these long, insufferable halls towards an office that belongs to a man I hate, I wonder why I was called in.

The sound of my feet click clacking down the halls comforts me in some strange way. I pause at a large oak door and bang my fist against it three times. I hear the sound of a deep voice inviting me in and confidently walk into the room.

There's the guy I know and Love, sitting at his desk. But beside him is where it really gets interesting. There are two men, who both look fairly young. They couldn't be older than twenty. One has dark hair, glasses, and a stern, know-all-see-all expression on his face. The other has sandy blonde hair, and light, joyful green eyes. They're both unusually attractive. .but I suppose it isn't unusual for Academy guys.

The dark haired one gives me a once over, and I can tell he's the type to judge by looks. My hair is dyed blonde, with subtle rose pink at the tips. I'm wearing a pair of my favorite ripped up blue skinny jeans, and a low cut white blouse over a black cami. I have a tattoo of a heart on the inside of my thumb, and a Christian cross on the side of my hand. I run my hand through my hair, and I raise an eyebrow at his lingering glance. "Looking for something?" I ask, snarky as ever.

He straightened his tie, and replied smoothly, "No, Miss. . . " He trailed off, clearly expecting a last name. I didn't give it to him.

"Bec," I replied shortly. "Only Bec, no Miss."

He cleared his throat and shot a disapproving look at me oh so subtly.

"So," I ask, turning towards the man in the chair. "What am I doing here Director?"

"I think you know. . . Darling," was his only response. Both men's jaws dropped open, and they turned towards the Director in surprise. He stood up and put an arm around me. "This is my daughter, Bec Damien. Treat her well." With those parting words, he was off, ushering us out of his office. I pause outside the door.

"Well?" I snap. "Aren't you going to explain what I'm doing here? What team are you on and what job am I taking?"

The blonde one fidgeted nervously and introduced himself, the darker haired one followed suit. I sigh In exasperation. I most definitely did not ask for their names. I asked for my job.

The dark haired one, Mr. Blackbourne; there was no way in all hell I was calling him that by the way, started to explain things to me.

Slowly I started to smile, an expression of pure joy spreading across my face. "So you wanted a wild card huh? Someone completely different from the rest of your team? Well. .you've got what you asked for. So don't blame me if it's not what you expected." I say, before turning on my heels and walking away. I head towards my car and hop in. I began to dial the number my dad has slipped in my pocket while in the office.

A composed and perfect voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hello?" Mr. Blackbourne answered.

"Hey! It's Bec. Just wanted to give you a heads up, I'll be at the good Doctor's place bright and early tomorrow morning. I'll be bringing all my things." I hung up before he could reply, and drove off towards home.

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I cautiously walk up to the door of the condo that was supposedly Dr. Greens. I knocked a few times, but before they could answer; kicked the door open and walked into the house. Both Men were standing in the doorway to the kitchen, facing me. Their jaws were yet again dropped open, and I smirked back at them. "You're going to catch flies," I mutter.