Title: Jaded

Author: mimic117

Email: mimic1172@gmail.com

Rating: PG-13, maybe R for language

Category: S, V

Spoilers: First Person Shooter

Summary: It all depends on the point of view.

Archive: I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks. 
Written for the Fandomonium Voyeur Challenge II.
http://fandofanfiction.xffics.com/voyeur.htm

Disclaimer: The XF characters belong to CC and co. The 
rating belongs to the MPAA. Not much belongs to me, so don't 
try to get anything.

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Jaded
by mimic117


"For the record *again*, my name is Jade Blue Afterglow. I 
reside --" 

"I'm sorry. Your real name?"

Why doesn't anyone believe me? I'm not lying to you, lady. So 
my last name wasn't Afterglow until I legally changed it. 
That's not a crime. The other names have been mine from birth. 
You have a problem with them?  

"That is my real name. What were you expecting? Mildred?"

Judging by her reaction, maybe HER name is Mildred. 

I was surprised to see a woman enter the room. I guess all the 
men from the five surrounding precincts are already here. 
Good news sure travels fast. The newbies look more official 
than that roomful of slobbering morons out there. Maybe more 
detectives. Vice squad? Nah, I know all of those guys. 

Feds. I'll bet that's who they are. Crappy suit on the guy. 
He looks like he can afford better, yet thinks he's hot enough 
not to need to. I do like the redhead's leather coat, though. 
She's pretty in an uncommon way, but too repressed and 
judgmental. She just walked into the room and already thinks 
I'm beneath her. 

A handsome hotshot and a prissy, cool-as-a-cucumber prude. 
A lot cooler than the guy running the metal detector. What the 
hell do they want with me?

"Well, you're not upsetting me, Miss, uh..."

Ms. Cool Cucumber doesn't like it when Hotshot has to remind 
her of my *real* last name. Wish I could see the look she gave 
him. She's the one in control here and she seems to think I'm 
hiding something. 

"You might want to start telling the truth." Arms crossed, 
skeptical expression, disagreeable tone of voice. Could she 
make her opinion of me any clearer? 

"And what truth am I not telling you?"

I'm a stripper, lady. That doesn't automatically make me a liar. 
I've never heard of this FPS place, and even if I had, I'm not 
sure I'd tell you, just for spite.

Handsome Hotshot takes over the interrogation. He must be 
the good cop, although the goofy look on his face makes it hard 
to tell. I don't think his friend liked my Xena Warrior Princess 
crack but at least I know what's going on now. 

Cucumber looks stunned. "They paid you to scan your body?"

Maybe you don't get paid to do weird shit, lady, but that's your 
loss. You look like you could use a little more weird in your 
life to shake up your tidy preconceptions. Of course, that might 
result in a lack of control, and I think that's important to you. 
This interview isn't going the way you expected and you don't 
like that. Do you?

Handsome's cute when he stammers. I'm free to go, huh? 
More like free to walk back through that testosterone-laden 
mass of drooling dickheads. Not one of them can get his brain 
to function above his belt buckle. I guarantee even Hotshot is 
watching my ass as I leave the room.  

I can practically see the disgusted look on her prissy face.

I'll bet he never does that to *her*. I'll bet SHE'S never ogled. 
She's got the calm, collected, professional-woman mantle 
wrapped around her like a damned superhero cape. Hands off. 
Stay back. I'll bet people look up to her. They ask her for advise 
because no matter what she says, it'll be sensible and important. 
No one ever treats her like a toy or an object. She never has 
to fight to be taken seriously. She demands respect and by God, 
she gets it! 

Poor Cucumber. I guess you can't have everything.

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THE END

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