Chapter 1: Angels surround you
It isn’t that she feels guilty for it. She likes to think that everything that happened back then wasn’t her fault. Tells herself that ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and ‘They fucked you over from the beginning’. But deep down, in the very bottom of her being, Sabina knows that that’s all a load of shit. That they’re just words said by the people around her to make her feel better when she has a breakdown. Words said to fix her. But she didn’t need fixing. Or she didn’t want someone to pick up her pieces, driving them so far off the edge themselves when they realise how screwed she truly was that they regret she ever existed.
Sometimes Sabina wished she had a time machine. So she could hit rewind and have a new chance at everything; life, family... love.
But then she remembers what she would be leaving behind. Her real family, not the parents scrawled across her birth certificate that shoved her out of the picture when they realised how much of an inconvinience it was to raise a child the right way and not have them be a conversation piece. A tick in the box if you will. No, the family she had at Townsend. Her boss, Rebekah Bosley, easily wound up yet so tolerant of Sabina from day one. She saw how special she was and how much the agency needed her. Helped her through the rough times, the loneliness, the wandering thoughts of her mind that lingered at the back of her brain, waiting to pounce and pull her under. The drinking. Especially the drinking. Where everyone else would rather her talk to Saint, Sabina wanted to just let it all float away to the bottom of a tequila bottle. But Boz always knew how to put her together again, and never once complained about the late nights, the countless midnight calls or the hours way past then when Sabina would come stumbling back to the outpost after a mission, watching and listening as she padded around her room. Boz noticed that she paced a lot, when her demons reared their ugly heads late into the night or when she was stressed about something. But Sabina would always re-emerge from her room the next morning with a smile on her face and a sarcastic comment playing at her lips, thinking no one heard her up crying and ignoring the visible bags under her eyes. She loved Sabina like a niece, a daughter even, and hoped Sabina felt the same way.
There was Saint, Sabina’s rock. Everyone’s rock. Whilst Bosley cared for her like a mother, Saint always knew what to say. When she came to him late at night, tear tracks down her cheeks and the life gone from her usually sparkling eyes, he prepared himself for what came next. Everything that was said between them was kept strictly private by both parties, as it wasn’t just Sabina that shared parts of herself she wouldn’t to anyone else in their talks. Saint often found himself explaining everything that had led him up to that moment in time, from the death of his brother to his medical training and experiences. He trusted Sabina completely, they held each other up when times were hard but never spoke about it.
The other Angels were all welcome to his services, and plenty of them had personal thoughts that haunted them to talk about. But it was different with Sabina. She wore her heart on her sleeve at all times, yet kept the most important part of herself under lock and key. It was the way she completely and fully offered herself up to everyone she came across that often scared people away. Sabina wasn’t afraid of keeping the annoying parts of her personality under wraps, people often coaxed others into a false persona only to whip around six months later with some weird habit that pissed off the other person. She’d rather not let them be tricked. Well that’s what she liked to believe. The real reason was much more selfish than that. She’d prefer to only have the ones that truly liked her enough to stick around in her life. If they took her for what she was, and not some twisted alter ego of stitched together, likeable pieces, and still loved her then, maybe it was worth a try. Maybe she wouldn’t be hurt again.
Jane had experienced this first hand. Admittedly, she found, and still finds, Sabina extremely annoying. But it’s more of an ‘oh, you’ sort of annoying now. She had fallen for Sabina’s charm and wits, right under her ‘spell’ as Jane had once drunkenly described it to Elena whilst they were alone. Sabina was often a topic of discussion when she wasn’t around, as if she never left. She had that effect on people. If it was the target they needed more info on or a Bosley she had to work with, Sabina always left an impression. Whether it was a good one, well that was for them to decide.
The three of them were a dream team. They completed each other in ways none of them ever thought possible. There was more than friendship there, everyone could see it, but whatever it was needed time to set in. And if time passed and nothing happened, then the three of them were happy to continue the movie nights. The drunken parties at Sabina’s “Bachelorette Pad” that lasted well into the night and ended with them falling asleep on the couch, heads resting on shoulders and fingers interlocking in world shifting and heart warming ways. The evenings that they would order takeaway after a week long mission and Sabina would conveniently fall asleep as Jane started clearing away the tupperware. Pyjama days where oversized t-shirts and bare feet sleepily padded around the outpost before a mission started. Their life was nothing short of perfect. Maybe not the conventional perfection, the safe, two kids and a dog in the suburbs kind of perfect, but the truly happy kind.
Where heaven was a place on Earth, and Angels surrounded you.
Chapter 2: Back under one roof again
It’s 2:04 in the morning and I cannot for the life of me do that sleep thing people keep going on about so I did this instead.
I have a much clearer idea of where this is going now, so that’s good I guess.
Enjoy whatever the hell this is.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
On the sunny LA Wednesday morning our story starts, Jane had walked down to the corner shop to collect the newspaper, then sat on the park bench as she read about all the horribly depressing things going on in the world, all before any of her teammates had even thought about getting out of bed.
By the time she got back to the outpost it was half six, and she was the only one up. Saint was taking a vacation and visiting family, but would be back in time for their mission that night. Bosley was probably sleeping off last night’s party, in which she was dragged in by Sabina to have ‘just a few’ glasses of wine before singing a beautifully drunken rendition of ‘I’m Every Woman’ then passing out on the couch, leaving the Angels to carry her to bed before cracking open the tequila.
Elena dealt with hangovers horribly, trying to go about her day normally, then ending up sick because she tried to work off the headache.
Jane hadn’t participated in the previous night’s affairs, she preferred at least one of them to be coherent enough to be able to form proper sentences, and that burden usually fell on her. Plus it made Saint happy knowing they weren’t being reckless whilst he was away.
Sabina, on the other hand, had partied like there was no tomorrow. She out drank everyone, even Boz, and was still cracking jokes that made even Jane double over in laughter by the third or fourth bottle.
Jane had no doubt Sabina would appear from her room around eight-ish, bright eyed and fresh faced, ready for whatever shit the day was going to throw at her.
Despite not drinking the night before, Jane found herself nana-napping on the couch when Sabina, hair standing up every which way and Elena’s old MIT hoodie wrapped around her small frame, poked her on the cheek.
“Wakey-wakey, rise and shine!” she beamed at Jane in the most annoying way possible before dancing her way over to the fridge.
“How are you even alive right now?” Jane asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and sitting up on the couch.
Sabina closed the fridge door, her arms filled with everything but breakfast foods, and looked Jane in the eye before saying, “Well Jane, you see when a man and a woman despise each other very much-“
“You’re a dick” Jane cut in, her words mean but her face breaking out into laughter.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way. Besides, I never got to the part where their baby is born and they all mutually despise each-other!” they laughed together but a part of Jane knows that it isn’t a joke, and Sabina would kill to have parents that loved and cherished her and treated her the way a child is supposed to be treated.
“Are you having pizza for breakfast?” Jane asked to break the tension that had filled the room after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
“Yeah, Saint’s back tonight so tomorrow he’ll be on my back again about ‘taking care of myself’ and ‘eating right’” she rolled her eyes and made exaggerated movements to show exactly what she thought of that.
“He’s probably right, you should take care of yourself or we’ll do it for you” Jane said as she buttered her toast. A far more regular option.
“Appreciate the gesture but my pepperoni’s nearly done” Sabina replied with a wink.
They fell into a much less awkward silence as Sabina offered Elena, who had made a short appearance before going back to bed, a slice of pizza.
“This is my way of rebelling against Saint’s cruel diets, I feel like I should bless this meal” Sabina smiled down at her pizza like she was going to marry it.
“Pizza? I mean I’ve come to expect it at this point but come on, that’s just gross” Saint said from behind Sabina as he greeted Jane.
“Oh speak of the devil. How was your family?” Jane asked.
“They were great thank you Jane, how’s everyone been holding up here? Ready for tonight?”
Sabina scoffed, “Yeah, once we resuscitate Boz and peel Elena from her bed we should be good to go”.
“Uh-oh. What did they do?” Saint turned to Jane with a worried look on his face.
“It’s her fault” Jane said as she pointed at Sabina who was enjoying the forbidden pizza way too much.
“Me? I think Boz very willingly sang Whitney and Elena was enthusiastic about having a Ghostbusters marathon! It’s a free country Jane!” Sabina defended between mouthfuls of cheese.
“Can’t really argue with that” said Jane, going to wake up the other two whilst Saint laid into Sabina about being a bad influence again.
It was nice to have her weird little family under one roof again, Jane thought as she prepared herself to explain exactly what had happened last night to a half-dead Bosley, who would no doubt be next in line to kill Sabina.
Thank you for reeeeeeaaaddiiing.
🎵You’re the best aroound 🎶
Hope you enjoyed it, like I said it is going somewhere but for now have some Boz singing Whitney fluff
(that would totally be her karaoke song just saying, I came up with that at two in the morning so anything is possible now)
Chapter 3: Let’s do this
I forced my cousin to watch this movie over the weekend and she loved it. One of us, one of us…
Anyways hope you enjoy this, it’s ramping up little by little and I’m starting to enjoy writing it without feeling like a failure every time I spell something wrong. Baby steps.
Also I know it’s late but who saw Black Widow? Personally was very let down but that might have been from my very drunk Uncle trying to disprove everything happening on screen, and my also drunk Auntie telling my what was happening on the screen. Womensplaining is a thing now. Like I have eyes let me enjoy the damn film. I ended up drunk as well, throwing up in the bathroom as they argued over how possible the last explosion sequence was. Probably my worst movie experience, except the time I watched Jaws with my friend who has a fear of sharks (don’t really know why she insisted on watching it) and she used me as human shield against the tv screen. It was very uncomfortable. I’m gonna let you read this now.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
“So, is everybody clear on what they need to do?” Boz said, head still pounding a little and vision slightly blurry.
Jane had managed to explain to her why she had such a bad hangover, and as predicted she had chased Sabina around the outpost groggily, threatening to put her on house arrest if it happened again before a mission.
So once that had been figured out and everyone was looking a little more alive, Boz and Elena having been fixed up by one of Saint’s hangover remedies. He hadn’t even bothered to offer Sabina one, she always turned them down and preferred to sort it out in her own strange ways.
They had taken up their usual spots in the briefing room, Saint in the kitchen cooking up their post-mission dinner for when they got back. Despite being a recognised member of the Agency he didn’t have Bosley or even Angel level clearance, so he was usually only given need-to-know details. Like exactly how Sabina had ended up in the hospital this time.
They were going to be infiltrating a party celebrating a huge donation to the local art museum, which was only a few minutes away from the outpost.
The Agency had suspected something shady had been going on there for a while, but when Manager of the museum, Vincent Smith, had been receiving large amounts of money into his account causing his bank to tip off authorities, they had to step in.
All they had to do was get access to a file which would hopefully tell them exactly where he was getting his extra riches from, as well as anybody he might be in business to.
“Yeah. Will Elena come in with us?” Jane asked as she scanned over the notes one more time.
“Up to you. I’d rather her be in the van but-“
“I’ll go in. There’s a back entrance that leads straight to Smith’s office so I can set up camp in there and wait for Jane and Sabina to join me. It means a quicker job, I won’t have to hack through his security systems. Just download it to a USB” Elena interjected confidently, absolutely positive that she was ready for this. She wanted to prove to Jane and Sabina that she could handle herself now and didn’t need to be the deadweight.
Sabina nodded her head and thought it through, the plan seemed to work. But she had learnt the hard way that plans don’t always go perfectly, and one small slip up can lead to a catastrophe.
She snapped out of her trance and got up out of her chair, walking over to Elena and planting a small kiss on her cheek.
“You’re cute when you’re being all confident” she stated simply before turning to Bosley and Jane like nothing had happened, and rambling on about the unimportant specifics of the mission. Such as if there was an open bar. Elena swore that Sabina thought she was in a spy film sometimes, and she couldn’t blame her. They were as close to James Bond as you could get.
Her cheeks turned bright red as she watched Sabina go on about free shots, and mumbled a small and unheard “Thanks” before closing down her laptop and heading down to the armoury. She had less than no clue what just happened but she thought it was pretty damn great.
As she surveyed the vast selection of weapons and firearms they just kept in their basement, Elena thought about how crazy this all was. Less than six months before she had been bumbling around a lab, obsessing over what was essentially a killer Alexa on steroids. She had changed as person, and couldn’t imagine her life without the Agency and Jane and Sabina.
She realised she had been staring at a tranq gun for five minutes when Sabina’s hand waved in front of her face.
“Come on we got work to do!” Sabina laughed as she moved over to the wardrobe, no doubt picking out a perfectly crafted outfit sure to blend in yet stand out when she wanted it to.
Jane was making bedroom eyes at Saint’s new rifle scopes, which left Elena to the non-lethal weapons. She didn’t like the thought of someone not waking up after running in to her, so she preferred to let them take a lengthy nap.
Saint joined them soon after, and he helped them go over what would be needed for the mission.
The party didn’t start until eight and they were hardly going to be queuing to get in first. So the team were relaxing in the living room, the tv (playing Family Guy, per Sabina’s request) turned all the way down as they made conversation.
“Sabina, you know who you’re looking for right?” Bosley was quizzing them, trying to kill time and lower the pre-mission adrenaline that was no doubt coursing through their veins.
“Jake Lee. Manager of all of the museum’s sales, if Vinnie’s money has anything to do with the gallery then he should know about it. Unless he doesn’t then that’s a bit crap” Sabina replied, taking a sip of cola through a straw like a small child.
“Did you just call him Vinnie?” Jane asked in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Sabina answered with a shrug of her shoulders, like this was completely normal, “Vincent is so formal, and he sounds like a big teddy bear really. So Vinnie”
Elena giggled into Sabina’s shoulder as Jane rolled her eyes, announcing that she needed a cup of tea.
They left the outpost just before ten, hoping that their target would be drunk enough to spill some useful information. Jane would take out the security guards and meet Elena in ‘Vinnie’s’ office (Sabina insisted on the nickname, and Jane was coming around). Once Sabina had got everything out of Lee, she would join them and they could walk out like nothing happened. Textbook mission, easy stuff.
That’s what Sabina hoped, all other thoughts in her head clearing, the mission being her only focus. She couldn’t let herself get distracted and get Jane or Elena hurt in the process. She couldn’t let them down. And that was the one thing on her mind as they slipped into usual mission banter, hiding her worry behind a playful smile and a sarcastic comment.
“Let’s do this”
I knew a Vinnie at school. He booted my shin underneath the table for no reason other than I was ‘annoying’ him. What a dick.