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07 January 2010 @ 09:50 pm
S01E01 - Pilot  
Episode Number: 1.01
Episode Title: Pilot
Episode Rating: TV-PG
Synopsis: A former private investigator from London, about to lose his work visa, accepts a menial job at a small-town high school in a moment of desperation.


Walking purposefully toward the doors of John Adams High School, Simon Dunham pats the front pocket of his jacket, able to feel the papers sitting in wait. This is his last chance. Three interviews over the past week, and nothing had panned out. Now there are only four days left on his work visa, even less on his brother's, and time is of the essence.

As he passes through the front doors, he takes a glance around, nose and eyes immediately assaulted with the sights and smells of an aging school -- musty books, brick and plaster, fading paint. A bell rings from somewhere above him and suddenly it's as if a wildebeest stampede has begun. The halls become flooded with hormonal beings, shoving each other and swearing. Girls primp at their lockers rather than busying themselves getting ready for their next class. Cheerleaders shift their books and flip their hair, giggling about God-knows-what. Football players, wearing their jerseys for the next game, high five each other and excessively employ use of the term 'dude.'

Good God, it's as if he's stepped into a John Hughes movie.

"Mister Dunham?"

He turns toward the welcoming sound of an adult voice, and smiles at the blonde woman that greets him just outside the principal's office. He extends his hand. "Yes, hello, I'm Simon Dunham."

"Nice to meet you," she returns smoothly, in a calm voice surely belonging to that of a new mother.

He wasn't a private investigator for nothing.

"I'm Amy Lewis," the woman continues, leading him into the office. "I'm the administrative assistant to Mister Davis."

"Mister Davis being--"

"The school's principal." Gesturing toward a row of three rusty-tweed upholstered chairs, she tells him, "Have a seat. He should be ready for you in a minute."

Simon sits down, wincing at the small amount of cushioning provided by the old chairs. As he waits, he glances around the office, watching briefly as Amy walks around the tall counter, disappearing when she sits down at her desk. Large green plants sit in each corner of the bright office; a large picture window against the back wall allows plenty of sunlight inside; and behind him, the floor-to-ceiling windows afford an unobstructed view of the goings-on in the hallway.

Off to the right of the counter and assistant's desk area is an office, the closed door and frosted-glass window preventing him from getting a view of the inside, though the prominent block lettering on the glass denotes that it's the office of the principal himself.

Before long, the door opens and out comes a balding, gray-haired man with large, bright (slightly wild) eyes. He smiles widely and claps his hands together, his greeting boisterous and handshake nearly painful. "Mister Dunham, great to meet you! Come on in."

Simon forces himself to stand, following the overly-enthusiastic principal into his office. On the way, he glimpses at Amy, who suppresses a smile, winking at him.

He really should not have come here today.


"So Mister Dunham! I see here you used to be a private investigator?" The principal holds up his resumé, still smiling happily. He reads the next line, "In..." and promptly does a poor impersonation of a British accent, "Jolly-Old London-Town, eh gov'ner?"

Simon just stares for a moment. "Yes."

"Well, that sounds good enough for me! We've been looking for a chief security guard for a few months now, and having one that used to be a detective could prove very useful."

Simon leans forward slightly, bracing his forearm on the edge of the desk as he thinks through his next question, mouthing a few words silently first. "Mister Davis..."

"Oh, please. Call me Leland."

Simon flicks a polite(-ish) smile. "Yes. Thank you." Clearing his throat, he gets back on track. "Why exactly -- if you don't mind my asking, of course -- would a high school in a relatively small town have a sudden need for a team of security guards?"

"Right," Leland nods and mimics Simon's position, leaning a forearm on his side of the desk, expression turning serious. "Well obviously, we want to take the proper precautions after what happened at Columbine."

Simon, frowning, tilts his head the other direction, still trying to make sense of the situation he's found himself in. "Yes, but... didn't the shootings at Columbine take place over ten years ago now?"

Leland nods. "In 1999, yes."

"Right. Well. Good to see you're so swift in jumping on the bandwagon."

The insult portion of the softly uttered statement flies right over the other man's head, and he smiles. "Thank you!" Clapping his hands together then, he asks, "So? What do you think? The job is yours if you want it."

Simon is about to open his mouth -- this job is far beneath him, moreso than any of the others he's interviewed for -- but then he recalls the folded up renewal papers for his work visa sitting in wait in the pocket of his suit jacket. So he sighs, resigns himself to sacrificing integrity for money, and nods. "Yes. I'll take it."

So as Leland takes him through the halls and Simon passes the guidance office, the library, and the choir room, he knows he's going to regret this hasty decision he's made.

And this assessment is made before he even meets his team.


Sara Parker glances up from behind her desk as her boss walks past her office, another middle-aged gentleman following him. She furrows her brows, wondering if he's a new hire, before she turns her attention back to unpacking the box she'd brought with her.

Some of her small plants had come with her on the sabbatical, and she sets them back on her desk. When her eyes fall on the framed photograph sitting next to her computer, she freezes. She studies the blue eyes staring back at her, the strong jaw and bright, perfectly-aligned smile; her eyes start to mist over and she turns the picture on its face.

That's when a knock on the doorframe of her office draws her attention, and she glances up at the blonde in the doorway. She gives her a soft smile, "Amy."

"Hi sweetheart, I'm so glad you're back." She's immediately wrapped in a tight hug which she welcomes, closing her eyes and hugging back tightly.

When they pull away, Amy loops a slice of Sara's dark hair behind her ear, asking her tentatively, gently, "How is everything?"

Sara quirks a half-smile, brown eyes still sad though she takes the steps to mask it. "Everything's been a lot better. Having some time off really helped. I'm, um... reading some books, and those are giving me some perspective, so... I'm doing better." Off Amy's look of skepticism, Sara tilts her head slightly and amends, "Alright, I'll get there."

"I know you will. It's not gonna go away in three months. Or even a year." She shrugs. "Maybe it'll never go away."

"Thanks, Aim. That's helpful."

Amy gives her a look. "You know what I mean."


The two of them turn to spot a tall dark-haired man in the doorway, leaning only half inside the office. Though his brown eyes are focused on Sara, Amy is the one to greet him with a smile.

"Danny. Looking sharp today as always."

"Thanks. Hey, Stephen's looking for you. Said something about missing a pudding cup?"

Amy rolls her eyes, smirking at her friend. "God, he's like a little boy." To Danny, she nods. "Thank you. Next time you see my husband, remind him that he's a grown-up and can live one day without a Snack-Pack."

Danny frowns. "Well... he normally shares it with me, and... I was kinda craving it today--"

"Oh my God," Amy huffs, the irritation in her voice belied by the smile on her face. "You guys are hopeless."

Glancing between Danny and Sara then, noting the tension in Sara's stance and the trepidation on Danny's features, she presses her lips together and heads for the door. "I'll just... leave you guys alone now. Maybe go hunt down a pudding cup for my husband and his helpless friends," she shoots Danny a look on her way out, before tossing a smile over her shoulder at Sara. "Later!"

Sara gives her a closed-lip smile and a nod, eyes flicking to Danny briefly before she busies herself unpacking the box of things for her desk. "Danny, nice to see you again," she says, the modicum of professionalism as she avoids eye-contact, placing a paper weight on her desk.

He takes the greeting as an invitation to enter the office and does so slowly, ambling inside with his hands behind his back. "You too," he replies swiftly, studying her closely. "You look good."

"Thanks." Her tone is clipped and she glances up at him only once, and quickly, before averting her gaze again. "I've had a lot of time to rest."

"Good, good."

Awkward silence falls as he watches Sara and she continues putzing with the items on her desk, seemingly doing everything she can to keep from meeting his eyes. So he sighs, taking one hand out from behind his back and presenting a bouquet of wildflowers to her. "Here, I got you these."

She eyes them warily, as if a snake is about to jump out at her. "What are they?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Uhh... they're these neat little plants with pretty tops. They supposedly smell nice too. I think they're called flowers."

Sara shoots him a look. "I know what they are. What are they for?"

"Nothing, I'm just... glad that you're back, is all." Pausing, his voice dips low and soft as he tells her, "I missed you."

"Oh, God." Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. "Danny, you've got to stop this."

Chuckling, he tells her, "They're just flowers, Sara."

This statement seemingly snaps her into motion and she grabs some books out of her box, moving quickly from behind her desk over to her bookshelf. "No they're not just flowers," she tells him, voice raising in volume slightly as she practically shoves the books into place on the shelf. Turning to face him, she adds, "They're a guilt trip. One that I don't need right now, okay?" She shakes her head and goes behind her desk once more. "I need to focus on getting back to work."

"I just don't get why you're so unwilling to talk about what happened!"

"Because there's nothing to talk about!" Her arms fly up as she gesticulates, feeling her stress level spiking. "It was just a kiss!"

"No. No." He points at her, taking a few steps toward the desk aggressively. "That wasn't 'just a kiss.' That was one of those deep, soul-searching, 'I-need-you-now' kind of kisses." He stops when he reaches the edge of her desk, shaking his head. "You can't pretend it didn't mean something."

"It didn't," she insists, sitting down so hard that her desk chair rolls back several inches. She pulls herself forward again and meets his eyes, her own hard and determined. "I was upset about Keith and you know that. You took advantage of me."

Nodding back, Danny's eyes too take on a hard edge. "Yeah and you knew how I felt about you. You took advantage of me. Open your eyes sometime, Sara." Glancing down at the flowers, he makes a face as if suddenly disgusted with the sight of them, and he chucks them onto her desk. "Here." Meeting her eyes one last time, he grits out, "Welcome back," and stalks off for the door.

Sara watches him go before her eyes turn back to the bouquet of flowers, and she sighs, glancing at the picture still sitting overturned on her desk.


"...And that brings us, finally, to the security office!" Leland turns, arms out in a showy fashion and his smile broad. "So. What do you think so far?" His eyes are practically alight with childish glee, one that leads Simon to wonder whether this man is sane enough to run an entire school.

Taking a pause to gather his thoughts, Simon then comments, "I was impressed with the way you showed me each section of the school in alphabetical order. Truly a very efficient way of giving a tour." The sarcasm in his tone is heavy, but again, it flies right over the older man's head.

"Thank you! I sure think so." He swings open the door and gestures for Simon to go inside.

With a brief, polite nod, he does so, and Leland follows, closing the door behind them.

The security office is little more than a dank basement storage area, practically, with four desks (one of which is empty), some computers, and a few television monitors. On one, a soap opera is playing. Simon grimaces as he glances around. "Well, this is... lovely."

"Nice little facility, isn't it?" Leland smiles.

"Ehm..." Slowly, Simon turns to face him, brows knit together and hands in his pockets as he glances to the floor, contemplating his next question. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but... shouldn't there be a guard or two in the security office?"

"Well, our guards are probably off doing what they do best! Guarding." Jerking his head toward the door, Leland pats his shoulder and starts to steer him. "Let's go find out where they are so I can introduce you!"

As they step once more into the hallway, classes let out again and the halls are flooded once more with angsty hormonal youths. Simon grimaces as one boy in particular passes him mid-belch. "Good Lord," he groans. If not for those damned visa papers still burning a hole in his pocket, he would've walked out the door an hour ago and been happy to not look back.

"Great kids, aren't they?" Leland smiles happily at each one while they pass, some of them waving and greeting him with facetious enthusiasm, giggling at his expense once they believe they've walked out of his eyeline.

"Yes, precious angels. Each and every one," Simon quips, watching a group of jocks over in the corner knocking books out of a young nerd's hands.

"Glad you agree! I know that's why I got into this line of work." Leaning over slightly, his tone turns conspiratorial as he informs him, "Between you and me, I think I could've been a great detective."

Simon has to force himself not to gawk at him. "Really?"

"Yep! I have very keen observational skills," he nods. "Not much gets past me."

Simon watches then as two young men run past, chasing each other with cans of silly string. He glances over to Leland for a reaction, finding him still smiling happily and waving at the students. To his comment, his flicks an upward eyebrow and quips, "Yes. Clearly you would have been a stellar detective."

"Well, let's go find your team, shall we?"

They wander through the hallways, glancing into various offices and class rooms. As they pass the principal's office, Leland points out one guard with sandy-blond hair, currently leaning against the counter chatting up the assistant. "That's Stephen Lewis. Great guard, hard-worker. He's actually married to my assistant Amy in there," he waves as they turn around and spot him, "and they just recently had a little girl named Samantha."

Not understanding the relevance of the last comment but too tired to question it, Simon just nods and follows Leland through the halls. They stop at the end of one and he points down toward the other end. "And that one down there with the dark hair is Andrew Riley. Another great guard, and he's very popular with the teachers here at the school."

"Is he really." Simon watches this second guard, Andrew, taking in the moussed coif, the immaculate appearance and charming smile as he leans against a row of lockers, chatting with a pair of cheerleaders.

"Mm-hmm," Leland replies. "He's great with the kids, too."

Simon quirks an eyebrow. "Yes, I can see that." He eyes Andrew for one more moment, a bit warily, while the man continues to chat up the cheerleaders, before he moves along and follows Leland back to the security office.

When they arrive, another guard is seated there, feet up on his desk as he plays with a ball made of rubber bands. As soon as he notices him, his feet hit the floor, hard, and he stands abruptly. "Mister Davis, hi! Just got back from break."

Leland holds up a hand. "Easy there, cowboy, no worries. I just wanted to introduce you to our new chief guard."

The dark-haired guard turns his eyes to Simon, glancing at him up-and-down in assessment momentarily before extending his hand. "Hi."

"Hello." Simon shakes his hand and gives him a cordial smile.

Leland gestures between the two of them. "Simon Dunham, this is Daniel Reid."

"Danny," he's quick to correct, nodding at Simon. "You can call me Danny."

"Oh, Daniel," Leland sighs. "Such a kidder. He enjoys it when I call him Daniel." Heading for the door then, he calls over his shoulder, "Come on, Simon!"

As Simon moves to follow, Danny, still shaking his hand, jerks him back around to face him and raises his eyebrows. "Seriously, just call me Danny."

He nods. "Certainly. Danny."

"Thanks," he sighs, finally breaking off the handshake. Glancing out the door for a moment, making sure Leland is out of earshot, he tells him quietly, "Y'know it probably wouldn't be so bad if he didn't break into that Elton John song almost every single time he says my name."

Simon nods again, letting out a slight, uncertain smile, as he chuckles breathily. "Right. Well. It's been certainly nice meeting you." And he heads out to catch up with Leland.

"Daniel's a very motivated guy," he's told as they walk side-by-side. "I always sing him that Elton John song," and he chuckles, shaking his head. "I think he gets a real big kick out of it."

Simon just raises his eyebrows, bites back the comment on the tip of his tongue, and continues following his rather bewildering new boss through the halls.


Striding toward the front doors of the local high school, Wendell Dunham pauses a moment to glance around the parking lot. He reaches into the bright red box of cereal he's brought with him and smiles when he spots a familiar car. Heading inside then, he goes straight for the principal's office.

A pretty blonde behind the counter glances up as he enters, standing to greet him with a smile. "Hi there! Can I help you?"

"Yes! My good lady." He slaps the box of cereal down onto the counter, not flinching as several pieces fly onto the counter with the momentum. Bracing one arm on the counter, he leans against it. "I'm looking for Simon Dunham, please. He was interviewing here today."

"Oh! Um," the blonde glances around the hallways beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass panes. "I think he's actually still taking a tour of the school with our principal," and then she gestures toward the chairs against the glass. "Have a seat."

"Thank you!" he returns cheerily, and extends the box of cereal. "Captain Crunch?"

She raises her eyebrows and lets out a small smile. "No, thank you."

He nods. "Ah. Very good then." Grinning with wide eyes, he adds, "More for me," and plunges his hand back into the box.

As he heads over to take a seat, she tells him, "I'm sure they'll be back shortly. You're welcome to wait here in the meantime."

"Wonderful. And what may I call you whilst I loiter in your office?"

She chuckles. "Amy. You can call me Amy."

"Lovely to meet you, Amy." He inclines his head, then sits back, crossing his ankle over his knee as he tells her, "I'm Wendell Dunham."

"Nice to meet you too, Wendell Dunham," she returns, smiling one more time before turning her attention back to her computer. Without taking her eyes off the screen she asks, "I take it you're Simon's brother?"

"Correct! We must look alike."

"Well... sure," she offers, pointing out next, "You also have the same last name."

"Ah!" He smiles, pressing a finger to his temple. "Clever girl."

Amy chuckles. "That and, we don't exactly have a large British population here in Bremer. Or in Massachusetts as a whole, for that matter."

"I suppose that's true." After devouring another handful of cereal, Wendell speaks up again, "So! Amy." He watches as she sweeps the errant pieces of cereal off the counter with her hands, disposing of them in the wastebin next to her desk. "Tell me all about the glamorous life of working in a high school." And he waggles his eyebrows for effect.

Amy just chuckles, shaking her head at him.


"So if it's alright with you, I'd like you to get started right away," Leland tells him as they make their way back to his office. "Your salary will be a little modest to start out, but after six months, you're eligible for a raise."

"That's fine," Simon responds on autopilot, having already resigned himself to taking this job whether he wanted to or not. "I can start today if need-be."

"Perfect! Now I won't make you wear a uniform -- even though the title says 'chief guard,' you'll almost be more of a manager for our current guards."

"That's fine," he replies again, more than okay with not having to don a silly security guard's uniform. He'd grown accustomed to wearing suits ever since he became a private investigator. Wearing the black-and-white uniform designated for a guard would just be a huge step down. "I have plenty of suits."

"Good to hear!" Leland claps him on the back, startling him a bit with his exuberance over the mention of suits. "And-- oh, here's someone you haven't met!"

Simon glances up to note they've stopped just outside the guidance office. "The guidance counselor? Well, I-I don't think I'll be needing much guidance, with all due respect."

"No, but she also acts as our Human Resources representative. She handles all the employee files and still manages to see the entire student body all in a day's work."

Simon's brows raise appreciatively as he watches the brunette inside the office puttering about, placing books on shelves and setting plants on the window sill behind her desk. "Impressive."

"Isn't she?"

"Must be difficult to stay sane with so much stress surrounding you."

"Well she did just take a two-month sabbatical for personal reasons," he's informed by Leland.

And Simon nods, mentally correcting him; the sabbatical had probably been for sanity's sake rather than 'personal reasons.' Lord knows he'd go insane having to deal with providing guidance to clueless teenagers day-in and day-out.

He snaps out of his thoughts when Leland steps into the doorway of the guidance office, rapping his knuckles on the frame. "Miss Parker?"

The brunette spins around and Simon studies her for a moment -- thick hair, chocolate eyes, a pert nose and full lips. He can't help but wonder just how many of the young boys at the school are enamored with her.

He steps into the office when beckoned by Leland, and nods politely at her. She blinks her large eyes and takes him in as Leland gestures to him. "I'd like to introduce you to Simon Dunham. He's our new head of security here at the school. Simon, this is our guidance counselor, Sara Parker."

"Oh." She plasters on a smile, also polite in nature, and steps out from behind her desk, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well," he nods, taking her hand and shaking it gently. She's small in frame and of average height. Her hands are delicate and yet her handshake is strong. He's normally quite adept at being able to read people, but for some reason he can't get a reading on her.

Before he can finish his initial assessment, she's dropped his hand and turns to Leland as he asks, "So! Did you enjoy your time off?"

Her brows flick upward briefly, and she looks as if she desperately wants to say something. Instead, she goes with a simple, "It was fine, Leland, thank you," and goes back to her desk, sitting down.

"Well, I brought Simon in to do the usual new-hire paperwork. After that, I'm gonna turn him loose. Sound good?"

"Works for me," she replies, her attention on her computer, and flicks a smile at her boss as he leaves the two of them alone.

Simon watches him go, quirking an eyebrow then as he turns back to the guidance counselor. "Well. He certainly seems rather--"

"Here are the forms you'll need to fill out," she cuts him off, grabbing a few blank documents from her bottom desk drawer. "A W-4, basic contracts, emergency contact sheet, etcetera."

Glimpsing at the forms, he flicks his gaze back up to her without moving his head, noting how she's avoiding gaze, her tone clipped and downright curt. "Thank you," he murmurs.

The office is silent while he fills out his paperwork and she types away on her computer, the occasional sound of pop-up notifications heard as she responds to her e-mails. When she's not looking, Simon takes a moment to glance at her desk area, everything clean and tidy. Aside from the desk blotter, the only decorations on her desk are a cerulean blue crystal paperweight, and a framed photograph.

It's the photograph that holds his attention. Not just the person depicted -- a man with bright blue eyes, a charming smile and athletic build -- but moreso the positioning of the photo. It sits at the upper left-hand corner of her desk, photo turned outward. A peculiar way to display a photo of a loved one.

"Who's that?" he finds himself asking, nodding at the frame.

She lifts her eyes to look at the back of the frame before averting gaze again, tucking her shoulder-length hair behind her ear as she replies softly, "My fiancé."

Simon watches her as she replies, with his keen detective's eyes observing away. When she says the word fiancé, she begins to twist her engagement ring on her finger, and he notices a minute tremble in her hands. It would appear that all is not well in her soon-to-be-wed paradise.

"Handsome fellow," he comments casually.

She gives him a look, one eyebrow lifting. "He's into women."

He shoots a look right back at her. "As am I. I was merely making an observation."

Sara gives only a soft grunt of acknowledgement before turning her eyes back to her computer again. At this, Simon huffs, having grown frustrated by her behavior. "Have I somehow done something to irritate you since I've entered this office? Other than sitting quietly and diligently filling out the papers you've shoved at me?"

"No," she snips, trembling hand fidgeting with her hair again. Her eyes are darting everywhere but to his and she looks on-edge. Perhaps the two-month sabbatical wasn't long enough. "I just... I just got back to work today, and I was hoping for some peace and quiet to get back in the swing of things."

"Yes. Well. Terribly sorry to disturb you. Here." He shoves the papers at her and pulls his work visa renewal form from his suit jacket. "If you'll please just sign this, then, I'll be on my merry way and you won't have to speak to me again."

"Great," she sighs, and scrawls her name on the designated line quickly before shoving the papers back at him.

Their eyes meet and lock, some inexplicable mutual disdain flowing between them already. He grabs the form and stuffs it into his pocket once again. "Well. Thank you so much for taking time out of your precious day to assist me. I'll see you anon."

With that, he leaves her office, grumbling under his breath, "Snob," once he's out of earshot.

And Sara watches him leave, shaking her head at the path of his retreat and muttering, "Pompous ass," before going back to her computer.


Simon returns to the administrative office with a scowl firmly in place, which only deepens when he sees who's currently engaged in a conversation with Leland and Amy. "Wendell? What in God's name are you doing here?"

His brother spins around with a jubilant smile, unaffected by Simon's demeanor. "Well there you are! We were just talking about you." He holds out a red cereal box. "Captain Crunch?"

Resisting the urge to knock the box out of his hands, Simon merely gives it a rough shove. Another move that doesn't seem to faze his brother. "No! What the hell are you doing walking around town with a box of cereal?"

Wendell merely shrugs. "I'm hungry."

Rolling his eyes, Simon shakes his head and moves toward his boss and his assistant. "I'm terribly sorry about him. He's--"

"Are you kidding? We were having a great discussion! He's a stitch!" Leland exclaims. "I hired him on the spot!"

Simon frowns his confusion. "Hired him? What for?"

"He's going to be one of your new guards!"

"What?!" Perhaps it's not too late to have that snotty Miss Parker shred the paperwork he's just signed. "B-But... that can't be! We can't work together, we're related!"

"Oh relax, this isn't a huge corporation! It's a small-town high school. And Wendell just happened to mention in passing that he was in need of a job--"

"How coincidental." Simon shoots a glare at his brother, who merely shrugs and gives a wide, innocent closed-lip smile.

"So he'll be coming on board as your fourth guard. There are several shifts to cover throughout the day and evening, after all."

"Right." Simon scrubs a hand over his face, wondering just when his first day here will end. "Well, so I suppose you'd best take him off to speak with Miss Parker and get his forms filled out."

Leland waves him away. "Oh we'll do that in due time. For right now, I'd like to introduce him to the other guards."

And as he and his brother follow Leland out the door, Simon glances over his shoulder and can almost swear that the smile Amy gives him is apologetic in nature.


Sara finishes packing up her things for the day and shuts down her computer, grabbing Wendell and Simon Dunham's paperwork and filing them away in the proper cabinet. When her back is turned, there's a knock on the doorframe.

Her hair flies around her shoulders as she spins, and sighs when she sees who's there. "Danny."

"Hey." He has one shoulder leaned against the door frame, feet crossed at the ankle and one hand in his pocket as the other runs through his hair, a sheepish smile on his face.

She quirks an eyebrow, only the hint of a smirk on her lips. "More flowers?"

"No, no. I'm done with that, I promise."

Sara allows herself to smile. "Come in."

"Thanks." He enters her office and takes a seat across from her desk, ankle of one leg resting on the knee of his other. "About the flowers, about that whole... thing..."

Closing her eyes, Sara begins to shake her head, sensing more stress coming on. "Danny, please--"

"No no no, just let me say this." Gently, he takes the bouquet of flowers off the corner of her desk. "Whatever that thing was between us -- whether it meant something or not, Sara, it doesn't matter. What matters most is that we can still be friends."

"Danny, I really appreciate that, but--"

"Oh come on," a good-natured smile makes its way across his face and he rises to his feet, leaning both fists on her desktop. "I know it'll be hard because of how hot I am, but I'm willing to give it a try."

That earns a laugh from Sara, who closes her eyes and shakes her head at him. When she opens her eyes, she gives him a darling smile.

His widens and he leans in a bit, nudging her with his shoulder. "Come on. Friends?"

"Alright," she relents. "Friends."

"Thatta girl." Pecking her cheek lightly, he leans back and takes the flowers with him. "I can just get rid of these for you."

"That's okay. I'll just hang on to them. They're too pretty to throw out."

He rolls his eyes teasingly. "You're such a girl."

Sticking her tongue out at him playfully, Sara snatches the flowers back and sets them on her desk. "Get out, Danny."

Chuckling, he heads for the door, waving at her over his shoulder. "See ya."

And Sara smiles to herself, giving the flowers a quick whiff before looking for a vase.


Simon glances up from his new desk, spotting Danny entering the security office, followed closely by the guards Leland had pointed out earlier -- Andrew and Stephen. After shaking hands with the latter two in a brief introduction, he takes a moment to size up his team, fists planted on his hips.

Resignedly, he sighs. "Wonderful. So it looks like I'll be running the Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue."


He whirls around, spotting the surprise on his brother's face.

"I had no idea you considered me to be so handsome!" Grinning brightly, he tilts his head. "Thank you."

Simon rolls his eyes. "Yes. Scratch that. I'll be overseeing a rag-tag group of pretty boys, and one mincing idiot."

Wendell grins and waves to the other guards, holding out his box of cereal. "Captain Crunch?"



Creator's Notes: As a naturally curious person, I would love to know what you've thought of the premise, as well as the characters, and any "ships" you may have thus-far, if any at all. So, drop me a comment! And thanks for reading :)

Uther Pendragon's Loyal Wench: Andy - OMGfirthgal on January 11th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
I AM SO, SO IN LOVE WITH WENDELL! OMG, WHY IS HE NOT REAL? Dude, I really enjoyed this setup, most especially the Simon/Sara interaction. YOU MADE ME SHIP THEM WITH ONE CONVERSATION. As for specific lines, I loved this:

Good God, it's as if he's stepped into a John Hughes movie.

Also, the entire last section sent me into a giggle fit. WENDELL! ♥ I actually think the Simon/Wendell relationship may end up being my favorite.
a.regalish on January 13th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
HEEEEE! WENDELL WAS SO MUCH FUN. I'm so glad you liked this!! (And YAY for getting you to ship Simon/Sara, hehehe! There will be more snark coming up with them soon)

I definitely plan on doing more with the Simon/Wendell relationship too; fleshing it out a bit more and adding some backstory here and there.

Episode two coming soon!! :D
csiAngel: fandom & ficcsiangel on January 11th, 2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
Excellent start! I love Wendell and Danny already :-D I love that I can picture the characters, because I know who you've cast. ASH is certainly suited to the role of Simon. I like how you managed to introduce everyone in the flow of the story, without it feeling like you were introducing everyone. I'm definitely going to tune in for more :-D
a.regalish on January 13th, 2010 02:05 pm (UTC)
Hehe, why thank you, Jac! Having the characters already cast has really helped during the writing process for me, too -- I don't feel like I have to spend so much time describing what they look like, since they're all familiar faces.

I like how you managed to introduce everyone in the flow of the story, without it feeling like you were introducing everyone. Thank you SO much for saying that, you have no idea how much that means to me. Sincerely. That was my biggest worry while I was writing this first one; like I was jumping from part to part saying, "Okay, time to introduce so-and-so now..." So I'm very happy to hear it didn't come across that way. :D :D

More will be ready soon!
Save the Polar Bears...: Hetty-mocksgpr_fan on April 2nd, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
This was aesome!! I agree with csiangel about the introductions, none of them felt forced. I can't wait for more.
a.regalish on April 4th, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the comment :)
megume_legume: Fandom: Gundam Seed/Destinymegume_legume on April 4th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
WHY IS THIS NOT REAL? I'd seriously marathon this show, it's totally what I need right now XD.
a.regalish on April 13th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks! Glad you liked this :D

I hope to have the second episode ready soon :)
Opal: tng b/jl black tricorderoparu on April 12th, 2010 11:32 pm (UTC)
I'm LJ DVRing this to read in the morning when I'm sane. ;)
a.regalish on April 13th, 2010 07:09 pm (UTC)
LJ DVR! LOL, love it.
Opal: tng b/jl black tricorderoparu on April 13th, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
I ship Amy and Wendell. He amuses me, greatly.

I love the set up and I think you've given us a lot to identify with. We've been in that situation where we're not being used to our full potential and it's difficult to dal with. I love Simon's responses and I could definitely see something fun between him and Sara.
a.regalish on April 13th, 2010 07:11 pm (UTC)
Heee! So glad you enjoyed this! I love Hugh Laurie's dim-witted comedic roles, so I've had a blast writing Wendell. Glad you see a little potential between Simon/Sara, too ;)

I hope to have the second episode ready to go soon!
Jeana: giles-bookbookwormprinces on April 17th, 2010 08:58 pm (UTC)
LOVED IT! I'm here from chaos_thon and I remember that yours was one of the "shows" that I fell in love with at the premise/character Bible stage. You did not disappoint!

Wendell and Simon have the potential to be my favorite gen-relationship. My favorite line of the whole thing was "What the hell are you doing walking around town with a box of cereal?" "I'm hungry." :)

Ahh, Sara. Am I a terrible person if I honestly liked her interactions with Danny better than her and Simon? I mean, I'm assuming you're going to pursue Simon/Sara later in your writing(you wouldn't have cast Robia and Anthony if you weren't going to ship them), but I just loved the sexual tension between Danny and Sara.

I also thought it was really interesting that you chose to write the story in present tense, as opposed to past. Any particular reason why?

I'm definitely going to join watch this comm. I want to read more! :D

Edited at 2010-04-17 09:00 pm (UTC)
a.: giles/jenny; one sweet loveregalish on April 18th, 2010 04:00 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading this!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it.

I really enjoyed writing the Wendell-Simon interactions, because I believe that ASH & Hugh Laurie would make a great pair of brothers, especially with ASH being the straight-man and Hugh being the goofball. :D

Am I a terrible person if I honestly liked her interactions with Danny better than her and Simon? Not at all :D I actually specifically set up Danny/Sara as one of the ships too. Simon/Sara will be more of a "slow burn" kind of deal, anyway -- Danny/Sara was the token "omg!obvious" one that's just kinda there from the beginning. I'm anxious to flesh out that relationship as well. Plus, David Boreanaz and Robia LaMorte just look pretty together as a passing thing :)

also thought it was really interesting that you chose to write the story in present tense, as opposed to past. Any particular reason why? That's a very good question, actually. I debated for awhile as to which writing style I would use -- whether I would do it in script format, third-person narrative, etc. I ended up landing on present tense because I couldn't quite make the script format work, but present tense was a nice way of getting the script direction stuff in, but easier to read like a story. If that made any sense, lol.

Thank you for watching the comm as well! I'm hard at work on the second "episode" and hope to have it ready soon :)
gravity.not.includedgrav_ity on May 2nd, 2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
With that, he leaves her office, grumbling under his breath, "Snob," once he's out of earshot.

And Sara watches him leave, shaking her head at the path of his retreat and muttering, "Pompous ass," before going back to her computer.

I ship them already. ;)

I love the "Captain Crunch". And these are the PRETTIEST SECURITY GUARDS EVER. And Leland is perfectly cast (er, except I saw season four of Dexter, so I am kind of DYING ON THE INSIDE every time he does anything, because: FUNNY! And also: TERRIFYING!)

I'm so glad Jerry O'Connell's getting work. Uh, sort of. ;)
a.regalish on May 13th, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)
Gah! Sorry I fail at finding this sooner. I'm so glad you liked this!

And heee, yay! You're already shipping Simon/Sara. Awesome ;)

And Leland is perfectly cast (er, except I saw season four of Dexter, so I am kind of DYING ON THE INSIDE every time he does anything, because: FUNNY! And also: TERRIFYING!) Haha! Yeah, I kinda forgot about his role on Dexter when I started writing him into this 'show,' so oops! LOL though if it helps, I try to think more of his 'Dick Solomon' persona from '3rd Rock from the Sun.' :D

And - I'm so glad Jerry O'Connell's getting work. Uh, sort of. ;) LOL! Just trying to help the guy out. Kinda. :D
Aly: {BTVS} Giles & Buffy like fathertenacious_err on May 3rd, 2010 03:12 am (UTC)
Eeeh, sorry I'm so late, but I love this! I was a little skeptical, just because of the high school setting, but I love this A LOT. I already love Simon, and I love your casting and...all of it. Simon's humor and the principal's complete oblivion to it really cracked me up.

As far as ships go, I honestly kind of like both Danny/Sara and Simon/Sara. Danny/Sara seem really adorable, but the pompous ass/snob interaction cracked me up and made me lean towards Simon/Sara.

So basically, THIS IS AWESOME. :)
a.: giles/buffy; father and daughterregalish on May 13th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Awww, thanks Aly! (You may not remember, but you used to be on my f-list forever-and-a-day ago, when I was 'scullybabe626' :D) I'm so happy you enjoyed this!

As far as ships go, I honestly kind of like both Danny/Sara and Simon/Sara. Oh yay! And thank you for letting me know, by the way - I'm always interested in stuff like that. And I really do want Danny/Sara to be the cute 'go-to' ship, while Simon/Sara are that 'opposites-attract' one. Glad they're both enjoyable thus-far. I hope to flesh out both of those relationships more in the next episode (which will hopefully be posted soon).

Thanks again! :D
Sometimes you have to believe: Ripperdreamscaperuins on May 15th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
LOL Wendell. Just the mere thought of ASH and Laurie being siblings is the best thing ever.

Sara/Simon ♥ It should be obvious that I'd ship right from the beginning - and I'm sure you already knew I would. But at the same time, I'm loving the more obvious chemistry between Danny and Sara. So I'm calling on both for them.

I also already LOVE Andrew Riley - even though we've just barely met him. Hee. Patrick Dempsey :D This should be an actual TV Series. Someone call FOX.
a.: giles/jenny; walk with meregalish on May 15th, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC)
Hehe! Thanks so much for reading this, sweetie! It means a lot. ♥

I would kill to actually see ASH and Hugh playing siblings -- I think they'd bounce off each other wonderfully.

And heee, I kinda figured you might ship Sara/Simon, though I'm happy you're enjoying Danny/Sara too! I've been working on fleshing out both of those relationships in the 2nd and 3rd episodes (and I'm actually kind of gearing to have those two be the "main" ships).

Also, Dempsey gets more "screen time" in the next episode (because I lurve him!) -- so glad you liked this!!
ljmckayljmckay on May 18th, 2010 02:10 am (UTC)
I'm *finally* getting around to reading this, and it was well worth the wait!! :D I had high hopes from your character bible, but from "Good God, it's as if he's stepped into a John Hughes movie" I knew I would love it. :D

I love a good deadpan snarker, and Simon is fantastic at it. Wendell is a scream - I'm definitely picturing a sort of Prince George/Bertie Wooster cross. And the line about running the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue made me LOL!

As far as ships go, I'm a fan of slower-burning, opposites-attract type ships, so I'm going for Simon/Sara. :) But I'm not really a die-hard shipper type, so I will enjoy reading all of the characters interacting, ship, gen, and all. :)

Fantastic job!! Thanks for sharing!
always_a_boom on July 17th, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
OK, would it be too obvious to say I ship Sara/Simon already? It's ASH and Robia!!! They have snarky chemistry!!!!!! How am I supposed to resist??? :P

I knew I was going to love this cast (because, hello, I think I love EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE ACTORS) but I mean they are SERIOUSLY fantastic. Especially Simon (love his dry humour, the savvy 'Abercrombie and Fitch' comment made me LOL, and how very English he is), and Sara, and WENDELL <3 I LOVE WENDELL, I WANT TO START HIS FAN CLUB. And Amy and Stephen, already they are such a cute couple :D Not really seen enough of Andrew to judge him yet, but if I were Simon I'd be keeping a wary eye on him and those cheerleaders :P

And because no-one's said it yet, LELAND DAVIS <3 He is gonna be so lol-worthy :D

OK, even though I <3 Simon and Sara already, I'm loving what Danny/Sara has going on there...because WOAH SEXUAL TENSION. STOP HOGGING THE PRETTY, YOU TWO. WOAH. I do kinda want them to get it on. A lot. Before Simon steps in and is all, 'OK, this is my party now peeps', and sweeps Sara off her feet with his British charm. And then Wendell does something awesome. Yeah.

Going to read the next episode now!! :D