Disclaimer: I’m not yet done, barely passed the halfway point, so this means the thing is largely unedited (and without a title). And that I wrote it before Seraphinite answered certain asks so idk if this still holds water (interpretation wise)
Anyway, have a snippet of the thing. I’ll probably post the full one in my tumblr (or if there’s an AO3 for this, then probably there too) when I’m done.
And since the hide details function is messing up the readability of the thing: THERE IS A GIANT WALL OF TEXT AHEAD
//goes to hide under a rock
Summary: Stuck in the grey area of being more-than-friends-less-than-lovers Adam and FeMC are on a high-stakes undercover mission. Obviously nothing goes according to plan
“Target heading to your six. A few paces west from Felix,” Emma heard Nate radio in to her and her ‘date’ for the evening. Adam’s glance turned towards the middle of the ballroom where “Etienne Henri” — or rather an incubus known as Pierre Moreau to the agency — was busy flirting with several of his admirers.
“Good catch. I suppose now is the time to make our introductions, Miss King.”
Ilsa King. Her name for tonight and as far this mission takes them. While she didn’t mind going undercover – even if using glamour charms were a thing she’d never get used to – the way her pseudonym rolled off her companion’s tongue made her slightly regretful that it wasn’t her own name that graced his lips. Especially considering the telephone booth incident a few days ago — an issue that neither of them had been willing to address.
Put yourself together. This is not the time to think about…how complicated things are between you two.
Slipping her arm under his — as if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind — Emma took a deep breath in, as Adam turned to led the way. The stakes for this mission were particularly high. Moreau was the lynchpin to a lot of sources, and perhaps the only one who had any reliable intel for the vampire they were looking for.
A risk worth taking.
So the plan was to have her corner him before drawing out the intel they needed — using force if necessary — while Unit Bravo would discreetly tag along as back up. Though everyone prayed it wouldn’t come to that. Stealing a glance at Adam, Emma wondered how he felt about the whole thing. Granted she knew she could handle herself if things got messy but still. She knew that if it had been the other way around, if Adam was the one who had to seduce Moreau (despite logically, that job would’ve fallen to Felix), it wouldn’t have sat well with her either.
But why would that bother you? It’s a job, nothing personal about it at all, and it’s not as if he’s your…well he’s not with you and you shouldn’t presume anything with that man. Vampire. You know very well what you meant.
Emma sighed, her brows furrowing at the growing frustrations bubbling in her chest. If it had been the reverse, she could trust Adam at the very least to complete the mission responsibly, she supposed. Tonight was going to be a long night
You are a professional, Em. Act like one.
“Detective,” Adam began, momentarily halting, “are you alright?”
“You’re clutching my arm tighter.”
Emma then removed her hand, a slow blush creeping at her neck in embarrassment. “Oh. Sorry about that. It’s just that tonight has me a little—”
Right. Let’s go with that.
“Yeah. You can say that. I mean, a lot is riding on my…performance. Thank god I was a theatre kid right?”
Adam quirked a brow at her; lips pressed into a fine line at her attempt at humour. He then adjusted his cuffs, as if the discussion had something to do with the weather instead of the possibility of her dying. “We’ll find another way in.”
Emma’s eyes widened. Mr. The-Mission-Comes-First changing parameters? While Adam was always the first to adjust to any mission mishaps, there was a small part of her that suspected it had to do with the phone booth more than anything else.
And if it was? Would you be happy? Upset? Shit, Em. Complicated does not suit you at all.
“If you’re wondering about Plan B, I have it figured out and all — materials included.”
“That’s…impressive but why wasn’t I aware of the back up plan?”
Emma saw the guilt that lay behind a rather impassive face. She knew him well enough to see. Maybe too well for both their comforts.
“Your plan was the most efficient by far to be fair.”
“It’s a mistake. Too many uncertainties and unneccessary risks that need to happen to succeed.”
Emma slipped her arm from Adam’s. She then took a step back, her cheeks flushed with anger as she tried to steel herself. A part of her hoped perhaps there was more to Adam’s — and to an extent the rest of Bravo’s — duplicity.
“What do you mean?”
“I know I made the error,” he replied, his admittance throwing Emma off, “but it was only because I…wanted to trust you on your plan. But—”
“But what? You said it yourself. It was the most efficient one by far. If you had doubts or something why couldn’t you tell me?”
Adam’s brows furrowed at her. He opened his mouth to speak but instead closed it again, as if reconsidering what to say. He then pocketed his hands and refused to meet her gaze (almost uncharacteristically so).
He then looked at her with such a conflicted expression that Emma nearly forget how angry she was a few seconds ago. Adam then shook his head, and this time, met her gaze with his usual martial hardness that she had to think back if the moment before had to be her imagination.
"You’re a human, Detective. And while your sleuthing skills are the most superior to any of your kind, this mission is just too big and dangerous for you. I’m sorry but that’s the truth."
Emma’s heart suddenly was at her throat. The logical side of her was screaming that Adam was lying — or at least not telling the whole truth — but all she could hear was the static of her fury.
I worked this hard only to take twenty steps back? What the hell, Adam?!
“Why all the secrecy then if you thought this was going to fail?”
“I didn’t think it was going to fail. But strictly speaking—”
“So even if for just in case purposes, why didn’t you tell me that there was a back up plan? Was your plan contingent on me not knowing to succeed? Fucking hell Adam—”
His eyes darkened. “Look. We can discuss this later. But if you’re going to be a child about this then I will personally escort you back to the hotel where you will remain for the rest of the evening until you can behave rationally.”
Tugging her along, Adam then brought his hand to his ear — no doubt about to radio in the rest of the team with new instructions. How patronizing. Anger flashed before Emma’s eyes as she then yanked her hand free from him.
“Don’t kid yourself Robert,” Emma snapped, his pseudonym sounding venomous on her lips, “save yourself the bullshit.”
She then exhaled, her eyes boring into Adam’s for one finite moment before pivoting away.
“Don’t ‘Emma’ me!”
Her heart was drumming in her ears and the thunder of her stubborness drowned out whatever excuses Adam had for her. She slipped into the crowd – forcefully splitting them apart despite Adam’s best efforts to grab her – while bringing her hand to her ear to radio in the rest of the team
“Bravo, Ilsa here. I’m going dark. Mission to proceed as planned.”