Bullet on the Rocks

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❝ i did. i wanted it be something you liked.❞ she takes her first bite of lasagna. she knows the girls on campus find him attractive. it’s something she doesn’t mind or pay attention to. she’s just glad he asked her for COFFEE. she wouldn’t be here right now, living in an apartment with him. if things got even more serious between them, she wouldn’t mind buying a house with him. she raises a brow at his words & she gets the hint in his voice.  ❝anything you want. ❞ a small grin dances on her lips before grabbing the wine bottle. it was a nice touch to the whole thing and she even baked garlic bread. 

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“Thanks. Remind me to let you cook more often.” There’s a chuckle that falls from his lips as he takes a bite of the lasagna, relishing in the taste. He now questions why it had been him doing the cooking for awhile instead of her and he pushes the thought from his mind as he takes his next bite. He’s far from the office of his class and his students, some of which are probably wishing that they were Bonnie in this moment instead he lets his smile revert back into that smirk that knew his mind was up to no good. “Well, the possibilities for that are endless.”

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❝ not even a little. it’s a surprise for a reason.❞ she chimes in, but she can’t wait to see what he thinks of it. she figures this was her way of letting them have some quality time alone. it works that the both of them work at the same campus. it was actually how they met. bonnie followed in her grams footsteps and is teaching occult.  ❝ you’re welcome. let’s eat. ❞ she leads him towards the table before sitting across from him. ❝ i figured nothing beats your favorite home cooked meal. we can do whatever you like after.❞

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“Fine. Fair is fair.” He replies with ease as he blindly follows her. There’s trust there and it’s obvious by how he allows her to lead him the way she does. The way he’s perfectly in step with her movements. Honestly, it probably had nothing to do with them working together, instead, he’s just glad that she took that coffee date with him when they had first met. “You read my mind.” He speaks with a soft laugh falling from his lips as he takes his seat across from her. “Did you cook this yourself?” He pauses, a dangerous smirk hinting across his lips. “Anything I want?”

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❝ hey! no peeking. ❞ she tells him. so it probably doesn’t help that six feet and two inches & she was but a petite woman. she takes the moment to lead him towards the kitchen. they already celebrated with their friends so she’s taken the time to do something personally. it’s small & romantic. ❝ you can open your eyes now. ❞ she waits for him to see the dinner by the candle light & the aroma of his favorite food set on the dinner table. ❝ happy birthday, ward! ❞

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“Oh come on, just a little?” There’s a joke on his lips, a smirk adding to the notion before he laughs gently. It’s almost hard for him to keep his eyes closed and be led by another, even if he trusts them. Being his tall stature, he’s almost afraid he’ll hit something, but for her, he keeps his eyes closed. He takes a moment when they stop to let his other senses take effect. There’s no other sound than the breath  from her lips and the beat of her heart. The smell, however, he can practically taste the mouth watering food on his tongue just by the scent and the moment she allows, his eyes flip open and he looks around them. His smirk transforming into a soft smile. “Thanks Bon.”

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she’s not expecting him to be here since they’ve been trying to keep this a SECRET. she’s positive at some point that both her best friends will find out, but she’d rather keep in the dark for now. she’s taking a moment to get some air while everyone seems to be in the partying spirit. she knows people do wild things to REIGN in the new year. she hears her name being called out by him and she turns around to face him. ❝ i wasn’t expecting you to be here, but i should have since this is a small town. i think the countdown is going on.❞ there’s no need to be PARANOID since everyone will be in a drunken stupor.

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There’s a small smirk that dances across his soft lips as he walks up behind her and he wonders what’s on her mind. He knows the other students are drinking and partying as a way to bring in the New Year. He would have joined them when he was their age. He’d be throwing the party at an abandoned building instead of in a college dorm but he can’t stop the small chuckle that escapes him. Especially as she turns to face him, his smirk growing even further across his lips. “What can I say? I’m bored. It’s New Years and  I kinda wanted to see you.” He plays, though, his whole intention to being here was to see her. “We could go to my place and watch it fall? Or we can just, you know, hang out out here and watch who falls over first.”

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   they never said the day before christmas would be an easy day. then again most people chose pencil pushing jobs & a REGULAR 9-5 job. their job description should be read as PROFESSIONAL LIARS. they did it for the greater good for the world, a world,  where they flew internationally & wore disguises as if they were their own identity. they were the shadows that blended in with the government. somehow they managed to be THEMSELVES even through the confusion of espionage. there on home soil tracking down a leak & trying to figure out who their selling their intel to. bonnie pretended to work for the smithsonian in order to gain access to the computers. through the digital walls they’ve managed to find out it was a senator’s assistant sending information to russia.

   DISGRUNTLED was one way of putting it as she finds herself pressed against the wall after a quick confrontation of fists. she hopes ward is coming, but she needs to buy herself time. she tries her best to calm him down. ❝ we’re on your SIDE. we want to hear your story, we won’t hurt you. you’d get immunity from this.❞ if they offered him protection, he’d surely turn himself in if their agency saw that he was still worth it. she knows her gun is underneath the car. bonnie is quick to pretend she is prey so that he inches closer. she brings her knees towards his groin hitting it sharply before making quick movements to try & escape.

  he’s a TICKING TIME BOMB & one false move will send a bullet in her skin. unfortunately, he grabs her wrist quickly and pulls her towards him & slams her back against the wall. his hands wrap around her neck & his grip isn’t too tight, but she’s starting to feel the constriction of air in her lungs. she hears ward’s voice and she hopes she’ll be coming home for christmas. he takes his hands off of her before jerking her forward & he takes the pistol out of his back pocket. he points the barrel of the gun at her head, but bonnie has a plan. she wrinkles her nose a little to tell him that she’s ready to disarm him. it was highly important that they brought him back A L I V E.

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Wasn’t Christmas Eve suppose to be their time off? Who would’ve said they’d be on a mission to bring in a person for questioning? Still, he shouldn’t complain. It was job and it paid good but sometimes, he questions why he does this in the first place. There’s a sigh on his lips and he’s lying in wait. He’s expecting her signal to warn him. To let him know when he’s needed instead of just talking up patrons in the lobby who should probably be at home with their families instead of working in an office building run by the government. Maybe he was just bitter when he wanted a day off with a beautiful girl at his side. Either way, he’d do his job to the best of his ability and he’d wait. He was good at waiting most of the time.

Time seemed to tick away. Nothing longer than it’s essance as it moves short work. He’s glancing at the watch that’s on his wrist and glancing back to the man that’s speaking with him. His gaze turns then, looking out the window to see if there had been any changes in, well, anything. He lets a sigh pass his lips as he takes in the surroundings of the outside world.That is until he spots the struggle. He moves, mid-conversation with the man at the counter.His feet are carrying him towards the door and out into the shining sun. He spots her and the struggle that she’s in and he’s quick to move. Quick to put a hand upon the cool metal of his guns that are equipped at his sides. He’s not thinking as he moves, as the moment that man puts his fingers around her throat.

Pulling the guns from their holsters, he looks at her, hearing her words and there’s  a small smirk that dances upon his lips. A safe place to shoot him. A place that won’t kill him. The first shot is aimed at the man’s leg, pulling the trigger as he watches him release her throat and fall to the ground beneath them. “The next one won’t be so safe.” He warns, his words are clipped, his gaze not leaving the man as he closes the distance, his guns are still  out and pointed at the man but he spares a glance at her. “Tell me you’re alright and I’ll not consider killing him.”

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A struggle between life and death. A fight to keep breathing and stay upon the only thing he knew to be true, Earth. There was a heavy sensation inside his body, almost as if someone had filled him with sand. The simple movements to life his body felt impossible but he was a fighter. Had been one since he was a child and he would continue to be one. He knew what his end goal on this planet was. This wasn’t how it was suppose  to work out. He had thrown protocol out the window when he left SHIELD but this wasn’t suppose to happen. If anyone was suppose to die upon this barren waste land and left to fade away in the changing sands, it was Coulson. Funny how fate seemed to have a different plan for him. Anger. Vengeance. Pain. They swallowed him. Drowning him like a rushing river. Holding him under until the last breathe passes his parted lips. Crushing weight upon his chest. A pierce to his heart and the end had found Grant Ward cradled in his hands. This wasn’t the closure he had been looking for. This wasn’t the end he had foreseen.

So that struggle continues. Even after the feeling of the heaviness evaporated. Even after his eyelids blinked open and his body moved upon it’s own instinct. Or so he thought. The gap between him and that fateful portal was closed in a matter of heartbeats. Long breathes passed his lips as if time was moving slowly inside his mind but to his eyes, images passed by as if someone had pressed fast forward upon a movie they no longer wanted to watch in it’s entirety. Was he wavering? Was that that fine line between life and death? His chest no longer felt as if it was fragmented into pieces inside his body. Breathes no longer felt like lifting heavy weights in the gym. Was he alive? Or was this a dream? He struggles then, this time not to live or to give in to death’s warm embrace, but to move his body. To take control of the life he’s created for himself but he’s got no such luck. Anger. It was the first emotion to take hold of him as Gideon comes into view. Anger mixed with frustration. He should have foreseen such an end to his fate. He tries to speak but his angry words are replaced with that of another’s. He felt like a ghost inside a shell of a body. He was not in control. Spoken words confused him for a moment of a beat that passes in time but then he places the pieces together. The plan had worked. Just not how he had foreseen it coming. No. Grant Ward had died on that planet. He had been crushed under the fake hand of Phil Coulson. His closure had come to an end that he did not see happening. He was no longer himself, he was Death. This was not the end he had foreseen.

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❝ depends on how you define lucky.❞ she smiles a little at his words. it’s not like she can settle down like that. it’s a nice thought, but at some point it will be her people or SHIELD’s that will be after her. she can’t take that chance. bonnie raises a brow at his next statement. ❝ so your interested in me being your consultant, huh? we can discuss business terms elsewhere. maybe the local coffee shop off campus. you don’t need to sound so cryptic. you can call it for what it’s worth, the occult.❞ she knows it’s not just that but she doesn’t care to elaborate. bonnie knows most people will write it off as a grandeur delusion. bonnie doesn’t say anything else but heads towards her car. she knows he can take the hint.  ❝ my ancestors came way of salem.❞ it was an interesting part of her history.

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“Depends on the situation.” Luck did come in all different styles and he was curious as to the type that followed her around. Each their own, when it came to luck, really. Still, he doesn’t hesitate to shove his hands into the pockets of his brown leather jacket. He doesn’t stop the small smile that ghosts across his lips as she speaks to him, not needing him to say much more to her about the subject at hand an he doesn’t stop the small pass of breathe between slightly parted lips as he readies himself to speak in return to her words. Fiery. Not that he could complain. “Did I make that too easy for you? Coffee and business always seem to go hand in hand, so why not. Okay, yes, I need you to be my consultant.” He doesn’t use the word occult for a reason. Not one that she needs to know or even be made aware of but he’s working for his own reasons. Not SHIELD or Hydra relations as he follows her, quickly falling into step beside her. “Were they part of the trials?” Curiosity seeps from every pore of his being then.

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❝ why? do i look a little lonely? ❞ she raises a brow. maybe she just enjoys having damon’s company a little too much since elena is currently elsewhere. not that she blamed her.she smiles as the bartender gives her a small bowl of peanuts. she places it between the both of them.  ❝nice to meet you too.❞ bonnie takes a handful before popping them into her mouth. so maybe doing a little more than drinking would be on her agenda tonight.  it wouldn’t be such a bad idea and she can use it with all the babysitting she’s been doing. ❝ you look like you had a rough day. so maybe we’re in the same boat. ❞

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“Now who would I be to answer such a question?” There’s a small sense of humor that’s hinted in his tone but his gaze doesn’t leave her. Even after the bartender drops off the bowl of peanuts he places his own order for a glass of whiskey on the rocks. His choice when he desires to forget about the day’s events and get lost in the burn of alcohol down his throat. “You too.” He offers her a small, crooked smile at the corner of his lips as he finally tears his gaze from her to look at his own glass of amber liquid. “Do I? Maybe it’s just been one of  those days.”

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❝how about you start with a name? then we can call it even.❞  she raises her glass indicating that she wasn’t accepting his offer for one.  she’s had many men hit on her and if they were persistent she wouldn’t hestitate to threaten them. it’s how she usually scared them off.

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“Name’s Grant Ward.” He speaks as his voice is smooth as silk. A soft chuckle leaving him at the raise of her glass before he makes motion  for a glass of his own from the bartender. She was proving to be a chase and he was here for such an act.

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she grabs the ones that he hands her. well he was easy on the eyes. bonnie gave him that much. ❝ i guess so. lucky me.❞ but even she knows not to trust strangers. she knows not all of the world is out to get her, but it doesn’t matter. ❝ anything i can do for you before i make my way out of campus? i’ve got an appointment with a client.❞ she remembers that she can’t always push strangers away. she might value being honest, but she knows she has to lie. she’s morgan, not bonnie. though a part of her yearns for her friend’s voices to call her by that. sure, her friends are great now but they weren’t mystic falls great. however, bonnie values their safety and she would rather they not be caught in the crossfire. she’s already lost too much.

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He keeps that devilishly charming smile across his perfectly soft lips as his chestnut gaze stays locked upon hers. He’s cursing under his breathe because he didn’t expect her to be pretty, even though he saw her case file picture. It didn’t do the same justice as seeing her like this did. “I mean, I think you’re pretty lucky.” There’s a shrug that follows his words as he let’s his hands find safety in the pockets on his dark washed jeans. He’s ignore the other students passing by, possibly staring at them, wondering what this encounter was possibly about. “Actually, I’m searching for someone to help me with a certain subject. I think you could be helpful in.” Was he giving away too much in such few words? Perhaps, but it was worth the risk. He needed her to trust him. At least a little bit. Enough for him to learn what he needed before laying on the whole join us and your life would be great speech that he never cared for when he worked for SHIELD.

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❝ that’s subjective to the person. do you actually think someone’s going to hit on you during office hours?❞ a roll of her eyes tells him that she doesn’t believe it will happen and neither does she want to witness it. with a cross of her arms she eyes the field. ❝ i’m pretty sure you know what i’m talking about.❞  there was a small knife strapped to her inner thigh just in case things got too close for comfort. ward had the gun. all they needed to do was convince the asset that he needed to come in with them and they were home free. ❝ are you sure it isn’t everyone is your type? also, i didn’t know you were escorting me here. how thoughtful.❞ clarke knows they’ll have to part ways in a bit seeing as a student and a teacher together might look a little weird unless they were talking about school related subject matter.  ❝ so are you going to help with a little tutoring? ❞

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“You never know with high school kids anymore.” He’s got truth in his words. Just because he wasn’t involved in this generation, didn’t mean he didn’t know what teenagers did in school anymore. Even when he was in public schools, the girls would always go for the attractive teachers. It was how some of them would actually pass the class, or so the rumors said. “Oh I do. Just make sure that blade of yours doesn’t see the sunlight when you’re flipping or whatever it is that cheerleaders do now.” There’s a small one armed shrug as his gaze is turned to the green field that’s stretched out feet before him. This would be easy, probably one of the easiest missions he had ever done. All Clarke would have to do is flirt and his job would be easy. Piece of cake. As long as no one messed up. “Oh, didn’t anyone ever tell you, Griffin? I’ve got standards. It’s in the job description.” There’s a devilish smirk that takes to his lips, slipping the corners upwards, almost like a cheshire cat would as they come to a stop just at the edge of the field. This was going to be all her from here on out. “It’s like you’ve read my mind.”

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❝ not exactly.❞ she tells the stranger. it’s just tradition and there was nothing really to be upset about. they went here when they concocted plans out of thin air. it didn’t stop there and it became a regular occurrence. she’s not an alcoholic by a long shot, but she definitely enjoys a glass of bourbon here and there. ❝ i just like my alcohol strong and my drinking buddy isn’t here. the name’s bonnie.❞ he’s probably skipping since stefan needs to talk him about something. she wasn’t part of that salvatore business.

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“Could’ve fooled me.” Despite the topic of speech, he’s got a lightness to his voice. He’s not exactly being serious, not unless it turned that way. He was never one for those heart to heart conversations with strangers over the strongest alcohol that the bar had, but she was pretty and he wanted to forget his mission and his past. At least for a night, so maybe tonight would be the one where he actually finished his drink before throwing fists, especially with such a pretty girl. “Well, good think we mix together then. Nice to meet you, Bonnie. Name’s Grant.” He’d skip the last name part, knowing it’d probably give him away, considering he was known as Ward.

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❝ surely, you don’t think that would work on me.❞ 

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“It’s worth a try, isn’t it? How about I buy you a drink and we can call it even?”

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❝ why am i the undercover cheerleader?❞ contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t as cold hearted as their section liked to believe but this cover was ridiculous. apparently, her and ward would be going in together in disguises. ❝get that smug grin off your face. ❞  she can’t complain since she’s got a job to do. maybe they can finish this fast and they can both get home in one piece.❝ i’m not here to fulfill the perky, blonde cheerleader. i hate to be a buzzkill.❞

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“Because I get to be the attractive teacher.” Was this his dream, to have a beautiful blonde beside him in a cheerleading outfit whilst he taught a class on history as a cover? Not exactly. He was the opposite in what he had for kinks in the bedroom, but he knew how much she hated it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He speaks with almost too much chuckle hidden in his voice as he tries to hide the ever growing smirk on his lips as they make their way up the steps of the school. He’s glad he can’t pass as a student any longer but this was what Ward excelled at. At least one of the many things. “Well, lucky for you, perky, blonde cheerleaders were in in my fantasies.”