- L is Agent L, Lina, the resident rookie
- Ay is Agent A, Amelia, and doctor agent
- There personalities are very similar to their Slayers characters
- Z is Agent Z, Zelgadsi, cold, efficient, business-like, psionic
- Xel is Zed, Xellos, head of SIB, also cold (though not like Z),
composed, efficient, and good at what he does, also a psionic, and like
his Slayers counterpart, a prankster at heart who delights in sending Z
on all sorts of difficult missions
- The Worms, aka, Generals of Shabby, comedy relief.
"I can't believe we're doing this," L huffed, scrambling up onto the
ledge that rimmed the upper level of SIB HQ.
"Please stop complaining, L," Ay retorted as she dragged the alien radio
equipment and spy gear up onto the ledge and situated herself, "You're
the one who wanted to pry into their lives."
"Only because I want to see what they do when they don't have a stick up
"Details, details," the smaller agent muttered as she tuned the
equipment, handing the rookie a little black ear-piece, "And how do you
know they don't always have a stick up their -- "
"Hey! I can see them!"
"Really? Where?" Ay peered over the balcony like ledge, following L's
pointing finger. The only lights on at this time of the Centuarian day
were the emergency lights and the faint glow of the surveillance
system. Tonight, there were lights on in Xel's office as well.
Fiddling with her eye piece, Ay brought the scene into sharp focus.
Quietly, they watched as Xel, seated at his desk, worked silently and
quickly through a pile of paperwork. Seated in the chair across from
the head of SIB was Z, writing on a glow-pad, pen shimmering as he
scrawled something, whether a report or something frivolous was unknown
at the angle the two spied from.
"Geez, they're boring."
"Told you," Ay smirked at the new agent, "What did you expect? A
"Well ... no."
"Then why -- "
Something tapped their shoulders and both of them fought off the urge to
scream, whirling and drawing a pair of icers. Five sets of beady eyes
blinked at them curiously.
L hissed, "What are you guys doing here?"
"We could ask the same of you."
"Yeah. Taking our seats."
"Have you no respect for seniority?" Zelas demanded, sucking on a
thermos of coffee. All the worms had thermoses and more thermoses.
Phibrizio and Garv were even lugging the coffee maker around in a shiny
red wagon. L and Ay sweatdropped.
"What are you guys doing out of the break room?" Ay asked, curious.
Zelas shrugged, "The show."
"Yeah. Every quiet night, we come up here -- "
"With our Java" chimed Dolphin. Zelas glared and waved an eyestalk
before continuing, "Right, with our Java, and watch 'da show'."
L sweatdropped, only the worms could be so vague. Well, maybe Xel and Z
... "And that would be?"
All five hopped onto the ledge without explaining, dragging their coffee
with them. Some minor scuffling ensued as they got situated and peered
avidly over the ledge, intent on the lighted office.
"What -- ?"
"But -- "
L and Ay looked at each other, then at the worms, and shrugged. Why
Xellos put down his pen, finally finished. Or more accurately, finished
with everything he deemed important. At almost the same moment, his
associate finished with his own report, laying the glimmering pen down
with the pad and relaxing into a easy sprawl, hands clasped curiously
under his chin.
"As if you were faster," the SIB head returned, leaning on his elbows,
"Tell me. Do you strive to be so cold or does it come naturally?"
"Do you attempt to be so annoying or are you born with it?"
"Ah, questions and more questions."
"Then stop asking them."
"What if I like questions?"
"What if I don't like answering your questions?"
"I could order you to."
Xellos sighed and languorously stretched out a hand, "True."
"Then why do you bother to mention it?" the other agent leaned forward
slightly, his own hands resting on the desk now, watching his commander
A finger trailed down the pale, delicate hands as two pairs of eyes
locked, "Do you ever regret, Zelgadis?"
The psi held the gaze for a long moment, ice shard eyes unreadable, "Now
"So do I," purple gemstones slid closed.
Zelgadis made an abortive motion to move his hands from the light touch,
"Nothing secret, then."
"No, not a secret at all," hands caught the agent's and drew them close,
lips pressing to the pale skin of his wrists, eyes opening to glimmering
"Was it ever?" Icy eyes tracked his every move, a mix of want and cold
swirling in the blue gaze.
Xellos's lips stilled their caress as he clasped the other's hands
tightly in his own, as if he'd never let go, "Perhaps not."
"Why do we continue this farce?"
"Now who's asking the questions?" Xel chuckled.
Silence flitted between them as their gazes locked again, quiet and
stillness a cloak as they regarded and measured as they had done a
thousand times before, finding no more and no less than before.
A sigh ripped itself from Xel's lips, "True."
"I never questioned."
"I never answered."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Who do you think?"
"You. I. Does it matter?"
Lips met then, for a fraction of a second, as Z leaned forward to meet
Xel, infinitely tender, conveying a wealth of unspoken and unfelt
feeling in that single touch. Then both men broke and continued in
their work, as if the lapse had never occurred.
"Well, show's over."
"Yeah, let's go."
"Now wait just a minute!" L hissed, snapping out of her shock as the
worms began packing up, "What just happened there?!?"
"Who knows?" a mutual chorus and shrug and the worms were gone, trotting
down the hall in search of coffee to replenish their supplies.
"Hey, don't just walk away like that! Me and Ay want some answers!
Right Ay?" L glanced at the stunned and shell-shocked doctor, "Ay?