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Driven, ch 1 (a Happy-belated Birthday fic for my pal lunasariel)
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brit_columbia
Hello Fake fans!

I'm posting this at Dreamwidth initally and crossposting to LJ because I doubt LJ has finished righting their rich text debacle and I don't feel like wasting time reformatting everything. I don't even know if this is going to work properly anyway! It could be that when I crosspost, the formatting will get screwed up by LJ anyway. I'm hoping for the best.

Anyway, regular readers of my Live Journal will recall that  lunasariel's birthday arrived at a busy time in my life and I couldn't write anything for her, even though I really, really wanted to. So I promised I would post something for her by the end of August. Hence this post. I had originally written a completely different first chapter, but when I got around to doing the outline for that one, I realized it was going to turn into a long story-- maybe fifteen or sixteen chapters. I hesitated because I don't think I can commit to another brand new long story at this point in my life. So I banged off a new first chapter to a story that will be shorter. I think I can wrap this one up in about three chapters, unless I get carried away. (It's got Diana in it, so I just might!)

Driven

by Brit Columbia

Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Berkeley/Diana
Rating: I don't know yet, but this chapter is fairly worksafe. Sort of.
Timing: Set in August in the first year of the FFYT series. That means it happened before Slave to A Gladiator.
Spoilers: Volume 7 of Sanami Matoh's Fake series
Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to Sanami Matoh. I make no money for writing fanfiction about them.
Author's notes: This is a Happy Birthday fic for lunasariel , who has been my LJ friend for years! Thanks for all the times you read and enjoyed my stories, and also for keeping me entertained with your own thought-provoking posts. I hope the coming year is both awesome and happy for you. Your exact request was "Can it pretty please involve the Commissioner being a lecherous jerk? With a possible side order of Ryo being awesome? ^.^" Well, that is exactly what will happen in this story, although Ryo has not shown up yet.

Driven

by Brit Columbia

Chapter One

Diana sat at the table, scratching one magenta lacquered fingernail against the tablecloth. Berkie sure was taking his time in the men's room. Perhaps the poor dear was constipated, she thought with a grim smile. But when Berkeley returned to her a few minutes later adjusting his tie, his swollen upper lip and disordered hair told a different story. She gave him one razor-sharp glance and then swept her eyes around the dining room. There was no sign of that waiter who had been so blatantly hitting on him earlier. Had he really just screwed that guy in the men's room? When he was out on a date with her? The nerve of that bastard. She wasn't about to let him get away with that.

"Are you ready to go, my dear?" he asked her, lowering himself easily into his seat.

"Yes, if you are, Berkie. Sure you don't want any dessert?" She kept her voice casual as she picked up the single-sheet dessert menu.

He shook his head and smiled enigmatically. "Not for me, thanks. I believe I've already sampled the best delights this establishment has to offer this evening."

I'll just bet you have. Diana did not say this aloud although she wanted to. Instead, she fought down her feelings and tossed the menu back onto the table. Summoning up her best seductive smile, she purred, "Let's go, then."

Berkeley was silent as they walked out of the restaurant, which was characteristic of him, Diana reflected. He usually became quiet and somewhat withdrawn after sex, and his face would take on a thoughtful and distant expression, as if his mind had gone on a solitary journey to far-off lands. Fortunately, it was a short-lived phenomenon, and he was usually ready for another round fairly soon after. Berkeley's famous dick had a pretty impressive bounce-back time, considering he was no spring chicken.

Not that he was going to be needing his dick again tonight, she thought somewhat bitterly. It was too bad for both of them. She had been looking forward to making love with him later, but she couldn't even consider that now. Not after his self-serving and disrespectful behavior back at the restaurant. She wondered who else in that place, besides that slut of a waiter, was in on the joke. Was he in the habit of screwing the staff while his dates waited obliviously for him at the table? She might have to go back there and teach them a lesson someday soon. But not, of course, in any way that Berk could trace back to her.

In any case, that could wait. Serving Berkley a little comeuppance was at the top of her agenda for now. She'd better do it quick before his eyes lost that faraway look and he returned to his usual sharp and perceptive self.

The valet parking guy pulled up in Berkeley's Cadillac and got out, smiling. "Good evening, Commissioner Rose, sir!"

He held out the keys, but before Berkeley could take them, Diana took a step forward and neatly plucked them from his hand.

"Ma--, er, Miss?" the young man said, glancing from her to Berkeley, his smile faltering momentarily. Diana wasn't sure whether he was more worried about his tip or something else. She didn't like the ways his eyes had been shining at the sight of Berkeley. God, was she getting paranoid or what?

Ignoring him altogether, Diana turned a five hundred-watt smile on her companion. "Let me drive, Sweetie. You know how I love big, strong, powerful... engines."

Berkeley's face started to look slightly more alert. She knew he didn't want to let her drive his car. Berkeley was the type who preferred to drive, rather than be driven. He occasionally suffered the services of a chauffeur if protocol demanded it, but he very much preferred to drive his own vehicles.

"Now, Diana," he began. "I know you are enamored of my, er car, but I do want to remind you that the traffic patterns of New York City are quite different from the open highways of California. Perhaps it would be better if--"

"Nonsense, darling!" She strode around to the driver's side of the car and smiled dazzlingly at the other valet, a younger but slightly less cute version of the first one. He  dragged his eyes up from her cleavage, and hastened to open the door for her with a flourish. Diana rewarded him by patting his cheek before turning her attention back to Berkeley. "Driving in New York City is exactly like driving in LA. There's nothing to it, right..." she glanced at the young valet's name tag-- "Jerry?"

He concurred enthusiastically, but hesitated when he became aware that his co-worker was trying to send him a warning look. Berkeley's smile seemed frozen in place, and Diana knew she had won. He wasn't going to fight with her in front of the valets, but he'd probably make her pull over at the first suitable opportunity and change places with him. All she had to do right now was to help him save face.

"Come on, Berkieeee," she said cajolingly, sending him a smoldering look across the top of the car. "You know how thrilling it is for me to handle a stick shift instead of that boring automatic transmission on my dull little car back home. Pretty please?" She made her eyes go big and round, and pouted her lips out.

"Of course, my dear," Berkely said sardonically. "I place my life in your capable hands." He nodded to the valet nearest him and handed the man a folded bill before getting into the passenger side of the car. He had no sooner gotten the door closed when the car lurched forward with a roar.

"Wheee!" squealed Diana.

Berkely said nothing because he was too busy struggling to get his seat belt on. It wasn't easy, as the G's from Diana's rapid acceleration were pressing him back in his seat. When she took a sharp left, she could have sworn the wheels on Berkeley's side of the car left the ground briefly. She hoped he was scared, the bastard. He didn't know it yet, but he ought to be.

--end of chapter one--

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LAWL. You have me grinning and gaffawing in outright delight.

(psst: She might have to (go) back there and teach them a lesson someday soon.)

Grinning AND guffawing? Yay for me! *Preens happily*

Thanks for spotting the missing verb. See, this is what happens when I don't involve my betas. But I don't want to burn them out. Luckily, I have grammar-oriented friends like you!

I really, really need a Diana icon. I'd better go find one.

Ooo! Can *I* be your Diana? HUNTER OF MISSING VERBS, DESTROYER OF GRAMMAR GAFFES! MISTRESS OF THE snobby asshole berkieMOON! 8D

Yes, you're hired, Diana! Send your swift arrows into the misshapen hearts of my grammar gaffes, and spill their unclean blood upon the ground.

*finger shoots her gun and winks at you* I'm always on it, like Dee on a Ryo. <3

like Dee on a Ryo! LOL! Now I KNOW you have the soul of a huntress.

Great start! I have a DeeDee icon (in color) if you want to peruse my icons.

Ooh, thank you! I'll come shopping for icons at your LJ right now.

Oh yes. You know what I love about Diana? Even though she still spends more time chasing Berkley than any self-respecting gorgeous woman should have to, she's no victim. She doesn't curl up and take it when he decides to get a BJ in the men's room while on a date with her, oh no sir. He will have his lesson served to him shortly, because Diana deserves better.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bitch.

Eeeeeeee! Birthday fic! *happy flail* Thanks for writing this! I know how crazy your life has been lately, so I appreciate you taking time from food/sleep/work/exercise/in-laws/other writing/trying to work around stupid LJ's glitches to work on this! In return, I offer you...Internet chocolate mousse! Or Internet pizza, your choice.

Hell yeah, Diana! Like you said a little while ago, she and Berkeley are the ultimate power couple, so it's always fun to get to see them bring their not-inconsiderable powers of manipulation to bear on each other. I can't wait to see how she gets her revenge on Commissioner Jackass there!

I'm typing this on my phone, so my sincerest apologies for not going more in-depth here. As always, I hope your life had calmed down to manageable levels!


You're welcome! My life is temporarily less crazy, so I'm taking advantage of it. I have more houseguests arriving in just under two weeks, and a birthday party I promised to throw for someone that weekend, too!

Can I have Internet pizza AND Internet chocolate mousse? I've decided I have to lay off the RL versions of both of those things for the time being.

I wonder if there is a reason that our names are the same? You made Diana seem just like me! :D

Well, I was definitely channeling you when Diana said, "Wheeee!"

But somehow, I don't think you're as scary or ruthless as this Diana. And would you put up with Berkie to the extent that she does?


Berkeley is such a pig. Did he really think he could fool Diana? I'm glad she's gonna teach him a good lesson.

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