Going Rogue

Going Rogue

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

For the past four years Juliana has been searching for her wife who vanished during a simple mission for the Agency. In the brief meetings since her she has discovered that Amelia has no memory of her but that hasn't deterred Juliana from seeking her out with the intent of bringing home. That isn't exactly everyone's plan however...

Summary

For the past four years Juliana has been searching for her wife who vanished during a simple mission for the Agency. In the brief meetings since her she has discovered that Amelia has no memory of her but that hasn't deterred Juliana from seeking her out with the intent of bringing home. That isn't exactly everyone's plan however...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Going Rogue

Author Chapter Note

For the past four years Juliana has been searching for her wife who vanished during a simple mission for the Agency. In the brief meetings since her she has discovered that Amelia has no memory of her but that hasn't deterred Juliana from seeking her out with the intent of bringing home. That isn't exactly everyone's plan however...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 12, 2014

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The last time Juliana had been in Paris had been five years ago - along side her wife. They’d honeymooned and walked the cobble streets hand in hand, sight seeing and playing the tourists. They’d filled the days and nights with their laughter, with promises of the future as they embarked on a new life together. It had been the first real thing in her life. The city felt cold and empty now without her. A graveyard of memories which haunted Julianna as she walked the streets, as she followed trails which ended up cold. It was almost as hard as the handful of times she actually went back to the home they had built together. It was too hard without Amelia, especially knowing she was still out there, needing her. Or not. Juliana had only guesses as to what Amelia needed any more.

What should have been a simple take down had somehow spiralled out of control. The suspect, Neal Ashford, had somehow been two steps ahead and had not only managed to evade them but take her wife. At first they had believed her to be kidnapped.

Until she had shown up working for Ashford.

It was that which had started the obsessive need to know. The Amelia she had known would never have left her, would never had betrayed her country. The Agency, a government funded operation which claimed to keep their country safe, had ruled her a rogue agent and made her a target. A target which Juliana had been following around the world for the past four years on the pretense of finding her boss. It had brought them in close contact a number of times and each time she had been left reeling. It was like they’d never happened for Amelia, like everything to do with her and the Facility had been wiped out of her mind.

A sighting of both Ashford and Amelia had brought her to Paris. The streets were quiet and dark as Juliana made her way through to the apartment building they suspected Ashford and Amelia could be. She knew her current partner, West, was bringing up the other side. The only problem was that it’d likely turn out the way of every other potential lead; cold and dead.

Until Amelia came out of the building in front of her, street lamp illuminating her for a brief moment. Seeing her again brought out the usual emotions - it was like a sucker punch, sharp and quick and left her reeling. And running, pursuing the beautiful brunette down the quiet street.

Of course her wife would run.

It was the game of cat and mouse they had. Juliana wasn’t sure whether she was the cat or the mouse. She felt, most of the time, like she was simply being strung along, taken for some ride through the world. The sight of Amelia’s back was a familiar one, a dark head bobbing as they ran through the alleyways of Paris. Running and alleys were the two things she could at least count on with her Amelia. Or this not-Amelia. They’d crossed paths enough for Juliana to know that somehow all memory of her was gone. How or why she had no idea - amnesia? simply choice of forgetting her? or something more sinister? Ashford had his fingers in enough pies for her to wonder what was going on with Amelia. All she knew was that while the dark haired woman had been given numerous opportunities to take her out and she never had and that, to Juliana, was significant.

 

Process dictated she should call the brunette’s sighting in but when it came to Amelia all she felt was a burning need to confront her, to find out the truth and, if possible, to bring her home.

So she ran, rushing toward the brunette with her gun in hand. She hoped that Amelia knew where she was going at least, as Juliana just pursuing her through the night.

What the blonde didn’t expect was the sight of her partner jumping out in front of Amelia, his gun raised as he fired a shot. Whether the shot hit or not she had no idea but it still made her heart leap at the thought the brunette might be hurt.

“Stop! Don’t shoot, we need to take her in alive!” She shouted, voice rising to hysteria. They weren’t supposed to shoot, they were supposed to detain so they could question her, so she would have the chance to get some damn answers.

“Orders change, Ellis,” Webb, her partner, informed her coldly over the comm channel. Her blood ran cold as two teams of agents surrounded them, effectively trapping both her and Amelia in the alleyway.

“Shoot to kill,” ordered Gregory Miles, the operation superior, “On both rogue agents.”

Both? It was like being thrown back in time - Gregory’s warm eyes filled with apologetic sadness as he conveyed the news that Amelia had been taken, that no body had been found. Eyes which over the years had become harder and harder. Just as her own had - she had gone from brittle iron to porcelain and to steel, she had become a weapon in order to find her love. And in doing so had obviously sown a seed which discredited her own loyalty. Everything she had done since she was nineteen had been in some way or form for the agency. Or Amelia. And apparently somewhere along the way there had been some sort of ultimatum which she had missed; agency or love, wife or job.

Wife. Wife. Always Amelia.

Blue eyes scanned the area, sharp and hard, steeling herself as the men and women readied themselves to shoot. “Amelia!” She called, shooting out the lock on a wooden door to her right as she ran, dipping her shoulder so she could ram into it at full pelt. It jarred her, bones grinding and screaming and she just had to trust that the brunette would follow her, that if she still felt anything for her she would trust her in this. Please.

Brown, expressive eyes found her own sharp blue and for a moment nothing else existed. Amelia was still as beautiful as ever - full sensual lips, a pretty button nose and wide, brown eyes which were the colour of rich melted chocolate and a shot of expensive whiskey. For the past four years she had grown used to the sight of cold indifference on those features she had once gazed upon each day and night but today there was uncertain fear before Amelia finally gave in and followed. Hope blossomed in Juliana’s chest, relief washing over her. There was no time to savor it though as they turned and ran from their lives from the people who should have been protecting them.


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