Dayton Lyon's heart skipped a beat
when Westbrook McGregor looked her way. She had always nursed a
secret crush for West, he was handsome, tall with dark hair,
brilliant blue eyes that seemed to pierce your soul and read your
mind. He was muscular, without being too bulky. Had a smile that
made theangels sing, and basketball skills that would impress
thepresident.He was, as Mary Poppins would say, 'Practically
Perfect in Every way'.
When he smiled she felt the tingle
down to her toes. He was that perfect.
However, more than his looks appealed to her.
She had seen him talking to his mother on the phone. His mother
was a worrier, as she should be, considering their dangerous job.
He had a big family, five brothers and a sister, they were close,
always coming to each other's aid when they needed it. Dayton
wondered what it was like to have a big family that worried about
you, that stopped to call you in the middle of the day just to
make sure you were having a good day. A family that enjoyed
spending time with each other instead of talking behind each
other's backs, so peaceful and happy. It was what she longed for.
A family like that. Instead, she had grown up much differently
than he had.But life was life. You couldn'tcomplain, becuase when
you wasted your time complaining,life passed you
did have her circumstances of birth and growing up to thank for
her skills. With the constant danger, the need to escape and the
need to stay alive, Dayton had learned how to survive. As a
teenager she had encountered her first computer. A friend had
taught her all the ins and outs of the systems and when the
internet became even bigger, she expanded. It had started a
talent and a career that had landed her here, with
relationship with West was a fantasy she kept strictly to
herself. It never made it onto paper, out of her mouth, anywhere.
She knew all too well how easily information could be discovered,
accidentally or not. She didn't want it known that she was
secretly in love with her team leader. It would be awkward and
she would be forced to leave the team out of embarrassment.
Dayton had decided long ago when she had come onto the team that
she would suffer silently.
she was supposed to be concentrating on what West was saying to
the team instead of admiring his adorable butt. But it was such a
well formed butt. He must work out. Dayton thought. But
then how does one get a butt so perfectly formed and lifted?
I wonder if he does butt clenches. That would exersice the
muscles. When she felt his eyes on her she snapped out of
the fantasy land she had clicked into and tried to focus. The
others on the team liked to find any way to make fun of her,
mostly because she was the only woman on the team and because
they were intimidated by her superior technical
you okay, Dayton?" West asked, his eyebrows knitting together in
concern. Oh he's so attractively wonderful for being
concerned! I bet he's really great with
fine." She smiled at him brightly, ignoring the snickers coming
from Nick and Sam. "Please continue." Dayton said, gesturing with
her hand which held a pen from Buca di Beppo that she had stolen
the last time she ate there. She rested her chin on her hand and
pretended to seem absolutely absorbed in briefing. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw that Sam's grin was painfully wide. It
took all of her will power not to reach over and slap that silly
grin right off his face.
was a tall black man with white teeth that blinded you when he
smiled. He reminded Dayton of Will Smith, all wiry muscle and a
charismatic personality. He was enjoyable to be around, when he
wasn't making fun of you. He always had the best jokes and people
always remembered him as the funny one of the group. She believed
everyone found him so funny because she was generally the brunt
of all his jokes. She was also certain that he never felt any
remorse. Instead, she believed that he stayed awake at night,
just thinking of more ways so humiliate her.
on the other hand was pasty white Scandinavian with a large
bulbous nose and watery blue eyes that were constantly affected
by allergies. He was the oldest in the group and was getting a
little soft. His hair was going gray, not a sophisticated touch
to his face, as he was rather unfortunate looking. He didn't let
his looks impede his culture smarts. He knew everything there was
to know about all the major countries of the world, and even some
about the more minor ones. He retained information that appeared
useless at first glance, but proved highly useful later on. He
was a valuable asset to the team. He was the one that always
remembered birthdays and little tidbits of information about
yourself that most people wouldn't even think twice about. When
her goldfish had stopped eating as much as it used to, Nick had
asked her about Alexander the Great a week later to see if he was
had been recruited when she was nineteen when she had managed to
hack into the highly secured databases of ALPHA just to see if
she could do it. Six weeks after she had accomplished the task
two men had come to her rundown apartment in the slums of New
Jersey. She had identified them as cops, or something akin to it.
There was a certain air about cops, one of superiority, slight
distain, and bad shoes.
Frightened and unsure, she had tried to flee.
Unfortunately she was no match for two highly trained black-ops
agents with a purpose. They had offered her a job helping with
gathering information for them. A way to skirt around the law and
still do the thing she loved. Knowing that this was probably the
only way she would be able to stay out of jail, Dayton had
agreed. She hadn't realized that the job required her to go
through the same basic training that all incoming agents did. It,
had, however, made her an agent and not just an analyst. It had
given her clearance to go on missions without risk of compromise
because of physical weakness.
three years later, she was on one of the top teams, one of the
more specialized teams; one that moved in much more dangerous
circles. She prided herself on the fact that she had earned her
position here. It gave her a feeling of great satisfaction
knowing that her skills were greater than those in the same job.
It was dangerous, she knew, being an agent instead of an analyst,
but she didn't care. All that mattered was her job and getting to
do what she wanted to do. Even if she had to work in close
proximity to West, it was fine. There was no real chance of a
relationship blooming even if he did know.
it didn't stop her from dreaming. He was a man of fantasy anyway.
Half the time she expected him to say some romantically cheesy
line straight out of her books. Or for him to suddenly pull her
into a janitors closet and profess his mad undying love for her
and then proceed to make sweet love to her amid the buckets and
mops. Then she would really be able to get her hands on those
tight buns and feel how tight they really
for the first time, Dayton wondered if fairy tales really did
come true. Not necessarily the ones with fairy godmothers, pixie
dust, and magic, but the ones of real life. Were the adorable
stories you heard about from friends, co-workers, and neighbors
really real or were they just works of fantasy? She
certainly hoped that they were real, she had to have some hope in
the world. Otherwise, what would she be left
Nothing. Nothing but a lonely apartment and
Alexander the Great. If her fairy tale wasn't going to come true
with West, then at least she would have someone else to have one
she hoped. Desperately.
Okay, so I kind of let myself get a little crazy with
Dayton's thougts...keep it interesting you know? Actually, this
is kind of how I think, so a lot of this is a look into my soul.
:D So don't think I'm too weird! I hope you enjoyed it! Please
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