Title:  F/X - The Series - So Rol, what did you do on my vaccation?
Author: Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson ( hawk@telia.com )

Summary:
Angie returns after four days of vaccation to find out that Rollie have been consulting the FBI, been impersonated by international terrorist and assassin Victor Loubar and that the loft have been bugged for god knows how long. A response to the "missing scene" challenge.
 

Disclaimer:
F/X - The series do not belong to me although I sure wish that it did because then I never would have allowed it to end with such a horrible cliffhanger. I do not make any money on this and if  the world was fair then neither should the guys who own F/X make any money out on the series.  Although I guess the major reason why it didn't continue is that they didn't make enough money on it... :~( Anyway, I do not make any money out of this so don't bother trying to sue me. I don't have any money to begin with either so you won't be able to get much by suing me. I'm Swedish so don't come to me complaining about my crappy English, it's not my first language so have a little  patience with the stupid Swede ( that's supposed to be me even if I'm more or less a genius. Oh, did I tell you how modest I am? ;) ).

Feedback:
I want it! Please give it to me! I'm begging you, pleading, craving more, more, *more*!

Rating:
I'm unsure of American rating system, I'd rate it PG, but feel free to tell me otherwise. Anyway, if you're old enough to watch the show, you're *certainly* old enough to read this fanfic. You can get worse then this from the mouth of kindergarden kids!

Other:
Homepage: http://hem.passagen.se/hawkgts/
E-mail: hawk@telia.com or iamhawk@yahoo.com
ICQ: 21771860

/.../ indicates thoughts. /Angie sure looks nice tonight./
*...* indicates strong and/or shouted words. "I *hate* you Loubar!"
+...+ indicates sounds and/or computer speech +boooom+ +woff+ +access denied buttwipe+
 

This is a response to a challenge I noticed yesterday and since I'm drop dead bored here when
I'm supposed to study "The basics of computers", I guess I might just as well write a response
based on the ( rerun ) episode of F/X aired on Swedish TV yesterday. I can't recall the episode
name at the moment, but it's the one where Victor Loubar is introduced to the show. Angie isn't
around and I for one would have *loved* to have seen what her reaction to the entire thingy
would have been. So, here it is. :) Oh, for those of you that are waiting for "The F/X-files
X-over does Metropolis" and "Rest in pieces Loubar", so am I. ;) I've had a writers block the
size of the Rocky mountains lately, but it seems to have been cured now even if this is without
a doubt the shortest story even from me! :/
-Hawk

Rollie opened his eyes and roused swiftly from his sleep when he heard the front door to the loft
unlock. He had been on an edge, been more paranoid the last couple of days then his entire life
before. The business with Victor Loubar had taken it's toll on him, no doubt about it.

"Hey Ange." he said and stretched, hearing the snap, crackle and pops as his body protested against being stretched in that manner without warning.

"Hiya Rol." she replied cheerfully. "Geez, did I have a great weekend or what?" she blurted out
with a wide grin. "Luce and I went out on a double date and the guys weren't *total* dorks so we
actually managed to have some fun before they tried to cop a feel at us. After that, the two of
us had a girls night out."

"Hmm." said Rollie and started to brew some coffee, he would need it. Yesterday evening and night had been a blast, he and the FBI agent had ran into some other agents who celebrated the demise of Victor Loubar. Rollie hadn't managed to get away until sometime after two in the morning and hadn't managed to get home until shortly before three. He hadn't been drinking overly much though, so at least he didn't have a hangover this morning.

"I don't even want you to get started on how great a time I had on my four days off Rol, first two
days to see my old friends from college, then this amazing weekend. You'd better not spoil my mood by telling me that Leo has asked us to help out the boys in blue again." she warned him.

"Hmmpf."

"You're in a strange mood Rollie, what's up?" she asked curiously and made her way over to him. Her left hand snaked up onto his left shoulder as she looked up at him, leaning over the table waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

"Nothing much." he replied evasively.

"Bad date?" she asked, her voice oozing with sympathy and something else that he couldn't quite
place, something he at first thought was a small burst of glee, but he dismissed that. Angie
wouldn't want him to have a bad date, she wanted him to be happy, didn't she? He sure as bloody
hell couldn't tell her the truth about what he had been doing while she had been away, he didn't
want to have her feel guilty about not being there for him and he knew she would if she knew.

"Well, I did go out with a little lady... Twice actually." he said, hoping that she would drop the
subject or switch to something else. He saw her features twist for a split second, but it all
happened so fast that he convinced himself that he was imagining things.

"Oh." she said and walked over to the workstation, a screen blanker hid what he had been doing but he hoped that he had remembered to get rid of the images he had restored, otherwise she would surely ask what he had been doing. She removed the blanker and looked at the screen in silence for a few seconds and he almost groaned. He had closed the project he had been working on, but the program was still open. "Hey Rol, been working on a corrupted image or something?" she asked and looked over at him.

"Something like that." he mumbled and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned around and paled as he saw his temporary FBI consultant ID lying beside the computer, he had to get rid of it before Angie saw it. He was almost there when he saw her whole body turn stiff, she tensed up and slowly reached for the ID. Rollies face crumpled for a moment and then he forced it to became neutral just as she slowly turned around to face him.

"Rollie Tyler, consultant for the FBI." she said and looked at it for a few seconds. "Would you
mind explaining this?" she asked, impaled him with her fierce frown. "What *have* you been doing while I was away?" He briefly considered telling her a lie to let her have a little peace of mind, but her gaze prevented him from thinking up one believable enough to fool her. He sighed.

"An international terrorist and assassin, Victor Loubar, bugged the loft and stole my identity. He
tried to fool a bonafide bad guy into believing that I had tried to rip him off and conned him on
a arms deal. Disguised as me, he was arrested and taken to the FBI where he bugged an office and managed to find an arms researcher who's identity he wanted to steal. I became a consultant for the FBI in order to get revenge on him, we managed to figure out what he was doing and almost caught him. He ran away, I almost had him when he pointed a gun at my head. Before he pulled the trigger, an FBI agent put a bullet in him. He fell off the bridge we had been standing on and his body then vanished, probably floated out into the ocean or something." said Rollie and watched as Angies face crumbled while his story progressed. When he fell silent, tears formed in her eyes for a moment and then she looked accusingly at him.

"I can't even leave you alone for four days before you get into trouble?" she asked and chuckled,
drying her tears and then fiercy embracing him in a crushing hug. "Damn you Rollie Tyler." she hissed and sobbed once before she released him. "He bugged the loft?" she asked then, more in control of herself then just a few moments before. Rollie was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of great affection for this little girl. He still saw her as the little twelve year old girl he had
first met when he started to work for Manny, but she was without a doubt the strongest person he
knew. She was so much stronger then him, emotionally, that he sometimes found himself baffled by how someone so tiny in size could be so enourmous mentally speaking.

"Yeah, I collected a handful of bugs all over the place. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, the computer, you name it. I have no idea when he started, but he sure as hell made sure that he wouldn't miss a thing." he replied when she frowned at him as he drifted away, thinking of other things then the question she had asked him.

"But it's over now, right? He's dead and the place is clean?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's all over." he said and sounded certain, even though he himself would have liked to
see the corpse of Victor Loubar. He somehow had a feeling that it wasn't over yet, that Victor
Loubar had somehow managed to get away dispite the bullet and his fall.

"Rollie... *Why* didn't you call me?" she asked and looked up at him, tears once again forming in
her eyes. He felt his own eyes begin to moist up, but he held them in.

"I didn't want to spoil your weekend..." he mumbled. "You deserved the break."

"Rollie, if you would have died... I... I don't know... I don't know if I would have been able to
keep on living. You're all that I have now, you have to be more careful!" She embraced him once
again and he awkwardly put his arms around her.

"I will Ange, I promise to be more careful Angela." he said and wished that it didn't sound so
hollow to him.

"Yeah right..." she mumbled against his chest and playfully slapped his right shoulder. "C'mon
boss, breakfast is on me." she said as she pulled away from him. "I overslept and skipped breakfast so I'll join you." she offered and pulled him out of the loft before he had time to do more then gulp down the remains of his coffee and rake his fingers through his wildly dissarrayed hair. "You can tell me more about what you have been doing while I've not been around to keep an eye on you when you've gotten something to eat."

THE END!