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Intrigue at Warfield	By : oldwolf Category: +G through L > James Bond Jr. Views: 3138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond Jr., nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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James wakes up in the morning to the sight of a beautiful woman in his arms

Disclaimer: I don’t own James and crew. Don’t bother suing, I’m a broke college student.
Warnings: Discusses child abuse.
James wakes up in the morning to the sight of a beautiful woman in his arms. James can’t help but replay the events of last night through his mind, he also can’t prevent his body’s vary noticeable reaction to those memories.
Tracy awakes to the feeling of something hard and warm pressed into her inner thigh. Tracy opens her eyes to look at James and says, “Good morning handsome.”
James replies, “Good morning beautiful,” just before his lips claim hers.
Tracy runs her hand down to grip James’ erection.
Before things can go any further, growling from both teens’ stomachs prompts them to forego any further… activity in favor of breakfast.
Reluctantly, both teens get dressed and make their way down to the dinning room where food awaits them.
Throughout the meal, the rest of the team is surprisingly quite about any sounds that might have emanated from the twos room the previous evening.
By mutual consent everyone agrees to spend the day in. Phoebe helps Iq in his basement lab while Gordo show’s Tracy and James the way around the kitchen.
When lunchtime rolls around James goes to the basement door to summon Iq and Phoebe to lunch. However, before he can knock James hears an unmistakable sound, moaning. Female moaning. Female moaning like she’s being…
James turns around and heads back to the dinning room.
When he gets there Tracy asks, “Where are Iq and Phoebe?”
“They… um… They’re,” James clears his throat as he tries to find a way to tell Tracy what the two are up to. However, the look on Tracy’s face tells him she’s already guessed.
With a shocked look on her face Tracy says, “Iq and Phoebe?” James nods his head. “In tbasebasement?” Another nod. “And they’re…” With another nod James answers her question.
None of the teens can contain the mirth the situation prompts. About halfway through the meal, Iq and Phoebe show up. Amazingly, no one mentions that caused them to be late to begin with.
After the meal is done James grabs Iq for a little talk while Tracy does the same with Phoebe.
“Iq, I have to ask a small favor.”
“Anything James.”
“I need you to forego any… activities with Phoebe this afternoon and try to get some work done.”
Iq’s face gets beet red, “I didn’t think we were making that much noise.”
James laughs and says, “You weren’t; I just have good hearing.”
“I suppose I should try and get some work done.” Iq shakes his hand as though remembering an injury and says, “I do need to learn to be more careful with my equipment.”
James says, “What happened?”
Iq’s words seem to have triggered something in James’ mind. He thinks to himself, “Careful. Careful? Careful?! Oh FUCK!”
James doesn’t even hear Iq’s response as he heads off to find Tracy, his apprehension growing by the second. Searching through his memories, when James can’t seem to recall Tracy taking any sort of daily pill regiment; his apprehension evolves into full-fledged terror.
(Scene change)
Tracy leads Phoebe to the room she and James share. Without hesitation, Tracy goes over to her travel bag and pulls out the container with the disks from her father office.
Tracy gives the disks to Phoebe and says, “I need you to hold onto these for me.”
“Sure, what’s on them?”
Tracy heaves a deep sigh and says, “Something I’m not ready to deal with quite yet.”
Knowing how sensitive her best friend still is, Phoebe simply says, “I’ll be happy to hold on to these until you’re ready to deal with whatever’s on them.”
A smile is the only reward given, and more then needed. Without so much as a tremor in her voice Tracy says, “Let’s head back downstairs before the boys come looking for us.”
(Scene change.)
When his search of the main floor is fruitless, James heads upstairs to find his lover.
The fear in James’ guts is growing moment-by-moment. He sees Phoebe coming out of his room followed closely by Tracy.
James is fighting down panic when he sees the somber expression on the brunettes face.
The young spy almost passes out at Tracy’s first words, “James, we need to talk.”
(Until next time.)
(No, just kidding; I’m not that cruel; yet.)
James says, “I agree, we need to talk.”
Phoebe takes it as her cue to leave. The expression on James’ face plus the tone of his voice tells her that this conversation needs to be in private. “I think I’ll go see what Iq’s up to.” With that she leaves the scene with as much haste as she can civilly manage.
Tracy can easily tell that something’s bothering her knight in shining armor. “What’s wrong James?”
“We need as much privacy for this talk as we can get Tracy,” James says as he leads her back into their room.
Tracy’s voice carries the edge of panic when she says, “What is it James?”
“Tracy, I can’t think of any discreet way of putting this, so I’ll be blunt. Are you on any kind of contraceptive?”
Tracy almost breaks out laughing. She can’t quite keep the hint of amusement out of her voice. “James, are you worried about me getting pregnant?”
James answers with a nod of his head, his confusion evident on his face.
With just a hint of laughter in her voice Tracy says, “Don’t worry. Daddy had that covered a while ago.”
“What do you mean?”
Tracy’s entire demeanor suddenly shifts to a more serious mood. “In case you haven’t guessed by now James, Daddy’s been, using me,”cy scy screws up her face in disgust, “for several months now. He took my virginity the day of my sixteenth birthday. The last thing my father wants is for me to be the mother of his next child, so he arranged for me to get a shot that makes is impossible for me to get pregnant for twelve months after, and that was only three months ago.”
The look on James’ face is a curious mixture of relief and rage. “So there’s no way you could be pregnant?”
Tracy appears to shift back to a more jovial mood and says, “There’s no way you could have knocked me up.”
“Then what did you want to talk to me about?”
“James, as soon as I’m certified with a pistol, I need you to arrange for me to acquire one.”
“That shouldn’t be any problem Tracy. Is there anything else?”
James almost shudders at the look on Tracy’s face at her next words, “Yes there is. I want to go back to go back to that training ce soo soon.”
“Dare I ask why?”
“James I want to learn how to defend myself.”
Having expected this, James says, “I think we could go tomorrow. I want everyone to know at least a little self-defense.”
Tracy smiles and says, “Thanks.”
They meet the other teens in the dining room.
Gordo speaks up first, “Hey ma man, I’m heading to the store to get some eats. Anyone want anything?”
James and Tracy shake their heads, but Phoebe says, “Mind if I go with you?”
“Not at all, I’m always happy to be seen in the company of such a bodacious babe.”
Phoebe doesn’t understand exactly what G sai said but takes it as a compliment.
With that, the pair head out and Iq disappears down into his lab, leaving James and Tracy to their own devices.
Tracy says, “Hey James?”
When the young man looks over, Tracy has a very sultry grin plastered on her face. James’ voice has a slight quiver to it, “Yes Tracy?”
She wraps her hands around his neck and whispers in his ear, “Want to resume this mornings, activities?”
James gets slightly lightheaded as the blood rushes to the organ that isn’t his brain and yet still has a mind of its own.
Fighting every instinct he has, James , “I, “I’d love to Tracy, but with Gordo out, someone needs to keep an eye on things.”
Tracy starts to nuzzle James’ neck, igniting a firestorm in the spy, before whispering, “Iq can handle things.”
With a monumental effort, James pushes down the two instincts he has, to either push her away or swoop her into the nearest bed, and says, “Tracy, Iq wouldn’t notice it if a bomb was set off next door right now.”
As Tracy accepts that James isn’t going to change his mind, she slumps against her lover.
James tries desperately to think of some way to apologize or make it up to Tracy when a delightfully naughty thought crosses his brain. “Tracy, I only said we couldn’t sleep together with the others out, I never said one word about having a rather heavy make out session.”
Tracy’s smile could almost light up a city block as she leads James to the telley room and they sit down on the couch. Time seems to disappear for the pair as their hands earnestly explore the others body.
The pair is rudely roused from their activities by the opening of the front door.
James’ gun appears in his hand, almost like magic. He visibly relaxes when Gordo announces his arrival.
During supper, James makes a small announcement, “Ok, everyone, I need you attention for a moment. I’m planning a trip to the club tomorrow. I want everyone to know at least some close quarters combat techniques. Gordo and I are already qualified, however the rest of you do need the training.”
Phoebe gets a slightly embarrassed expression on her face.
Remembering the incident at the range, James asks, “Is there something we should know Phoebe?”
The girlshesshes as she says, “I think I can skip the hand-to-hand combat training.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
Phoebe’s staring down at the table top as she replies, “Because, I’m a black belt in Judo.”
Slightly nonplussed, James says, “Your grandfather again?”
Smiling at James she says, “No, my godmother, Elise Moneypenny.”
James’ face droops in shock as he says, “Moneypenny, as in Ms. Moneypenny. As in M’s personal assistant?”
Phoebe can’t even look the others in the face he nhe nods her head.
“My, I guess still waters do run deep. I need you to demonstrate your skills Phoebe; it’s not that I doubt your word, it’s simply that I need to see it with my own eyes.”
“I understand James.”
“By the way, do you have any more bombshells to drop?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“Alright, is there anything else?”
When no one speaks up, James nods his head and says, “Alright then, be ready to leave early tomorrow.”
With that James decides to turn in early.
Later that night, James is holding Tracy in his arms. She hasn’t insisted on intercourse tonight, instead allowing the young man to simply hold her.
James is sure Tracy’s asleep and is about to let himself be swept off to dreamland when Tracy starts to speak.
“It was horrible you know.”
Even though he knows exactly what she’s talking about, James prays he’s doing the right thing and says, “What was?”
“When Scum Lord attacked me.” Tracy gives a mirthless chuckle and says, “It wasn’t even the physical pain that made it unbearable.at mat made the whole thing unbearable was that Scum Lord took away the right to choose. I had only one point of virtue left and he stole it.”
James is completely perplexed but remains silent, knowing instinctively that if he interrupts Tracy, he might well never get her to open up again.
“I was saving that one last part of myself for the man I loved, foe mae man who would, I’d hoped, one day be willing to become my husband, but now that can never happen.”
James hesitantly speaks up, “Why is that Tracy?”
“Why? Why? Because I’m damaged goods.”
Hoping that he’s doing more good than harm, James says, “That’s not true and you know it. Your so-called virtue may be gone, but who you are is who the man will fall in love with and that can only change as much as you allow it to.”
She turns to face James with a look of amazement on her face, “Do you really mean that James?”
He gently kisses her forehead and says, “Yes I do Tracy.”
With that Tracy rests her head against James’ chest and slips off to sleep where James joins her shortly.
A/N: Screwy chapter I know. Well, what to expect next time: Tracy’s most visible reaction to the rape, a traitor revealed, and any other insanity I can manage to throw in. Also, I feel the need to note that, there is no cannon relationship between Moneypenny and Phoebe; I just felt it was appropriate. Until next time.
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