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So. This starts with an Age change, because they’re so young wtf. Takes place after season 2. Zack and Player are 25 and 23, Ivy and Jules are 25 and 28, Carmen is 27, Crackle is 29.
Ivy is helping Carmen get away with another wacky, time-bending disguise, when she bumps into Julia, at first thinking ‘woah, that’s a pretty civilian ’, then remembers Carmen’s description of ‘Jules’.
“Ya know, Carm’ mentioned you were a looker, but I don’t think she really prepared me for ‘cute model, lethal mind’,” Ivy casually comments after dazedly watching Julia kneecap a guy so he’d bash his own head in on the desk he collapsed into. With the silencer and from this distance…if she weren’t on a mission, she’d be asking for tips.
As it is, she needs cover, and soon—her pursuers are closing in. If only—
Ivy smirks, slow and languid, and slinks ever closer to her friend. Hey, any friend of Carm’ is a friend a’ hers.
And Julia’s disguise works wonders—especially once the gun is holstered, and Ivy’s attention is dragged down to the shimmery black dress Julia’s got on. She sees a flash of a garter-holster (hot and awesome) before the dress’s asymmetrical hem is back to looping like curtains from Julia’s thighs to her calves.
Ivy smooths her own dress—deep blue with flecks of crimson—down and extends a hand. “You look like you could use an alibi. Wanna dance?”
“I’d rather not go back to the party, actually.” Her expression turns a touch wry, which is exactly Ivy’s weakness. How did she know? “And I’m definitely not a model—I’m entirely too short, too unwilling to forgo good food, and, well.” She shrugs, shaking it off. And then, before Ivy can start to argue—
Julia tilts her head to give her a soft, sweet smile. Ivy feels her freckles warm as her mind melts a little bit. “But I wouldn’t mind a bit of company, if you’re offering.”
Ivy nods, mouth dry. “Y-yeah, ‘course.” A pause, before the question she’s been dying to know the answer to slides out. “Why’d ya give Her a chance, anyways?”
Julia looks surprised at Ivy’s question, but takes it head-on like a champ, adjusting her slimmer frames. “I’ve always preferred to observe and form my own opinions on people. Particularly when other…’perspectives’ are shoved down my throat without so much as a ‘by your leave’,” she finishes, mouth pursed in remembered annoyance. She quickly smooths it out to ask, “What about you?”
“Huh?”
“Why give Her a chance and leave your previous life to join her, of all things?” Instead of condemning, Julia seems genuinely curious, if not a bit confused.
Ivy has to laugh. “This from the woman who left her previous life to join our friends in suits?” At Julia’s embarrassed exasperation, she gives. “It was a bit of an accident, but—“
A blue car spinning out of control.
Zack’s screams becoming hoots of joy as red, red, red —from the tiny machine to remote-operate their hacked E-car to the dropped hat of their savior—changed their lives.
As Carmen gave Zack what she never could: purpose, drive, friendship. Too busy being a mother to be the sister and friend Zack desperately needed. Too busy surviving to ever live —
“—I couldn’t go back. Not after I knew…learned that I could .” Be better. Be stronger. “Protecting and helping—” Zack “—others is who I am.” Ivy smiles ruefully. For better …or for worse.
Protecting a klepto isn’t exactly easy. Or legal.
“I can see why She chose you.” Julia looks fond, and something else Ivy will need time to decode.
Still.
Ivy snorts. “More like got stuck with, but hey, whaddya gonna do—“
A clip of running leather shoes from around the corner pulls her into overdrive.
She squeezes in close to Julia, raises a hand to her cheek but doesn’t touch, and whispers, “okay?”
She feels more than sees Julia shiver, then hears a quiet, “yes” before she’s being pulled closer , wavy red hair nearly concealing short, blue-tinged black . There’s a hesitation as lips ghost over hers, one last chance to back out, but they can both hear the agents and they are both excellent at what they do.
They start messy, because that’s the only way to sell this, but Ivy doesn’t mind. Really doesn’t mind when the soft skin of Julia’s back arches against her fingers, pulling Ivy in a way that makes it look like Ivy’s pushing Julia against the wall.
Clever, clever.
Ivy licks into Julia’s mouth while hitching one of the agent’s gorgeously muscular thighs around herself, ensuring that black dress continues covering the holster with a well-placed thigh of her own.
Julia’s subsequent muffled squeak is music to her ears, and great for morale.
Her ears begin to leak her brains as Julia proceeds to kiss the daylights out of her in seeming retaliation, nibbling and sucking in and around her mouth. The only reason she doesn’t fall over is the wall Julia wisely pressed them up against.
She’s about to ready a counter-argument in the form of further exploration when she hears the Interpol agents.
Who run right past them.
Ivy grins into her companion’s neck, turning it into a rewarding nuzzle as she holds in the laughter bubbling up within.
She just escaped Interpol agents by looking cozy with another Interpol agent . A fiendishly brilliant one, with more flexible yet upright morals than your average agent.
Best. Day. Ever .
One of Carmen Sandiego’s partners just escaped Interpol by flirting…with Interpol.
Julia doesn’t know how to feel about that.
Wary, maybe?
She sighs as she disentangles herself from Ivy’s rather ivy-like grasp, observing Ivy’s disheveled countenance. Hmm.
Flattered and wary works for now.