Characters: Dee, OMC.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee hates politicians, but maybe he’ll make an exception for this one.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Flummery’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Dee loathed politicians for a lot of reasons, they were conniving, unscrupulous bastards who lied as a matter of course, but one of the qualities he hated most about them was their fake sincerity.
They smiled their slick and totally fake smiles, with their perfect teeth showing, and dished out the praise and flattery without meaning a word of it. They were conmen and women of the highest order, wealthy and powerful, concerned only with lining their own pockets, and those of their cronies. The worst part was that so many people still believed their lies.
This guy seemed different, and Dee wondered how long his idealism would last. He was young, and from the working class, with crooked teeth in an equally crooked and tired smile, and Dee felt a twinge of sympathy. He’d only just been elected, and someone had already tried to assassinate him, although whether that was because of the color of his skin or his vocal support for gay rights was anyone’s guess. Maybe it was both.
“Thank you.” He offered Dee his hand. “I quite literally owe you my life. What you and your partner did… That was… very impressive. If it wasn’t for the two of you, I’d be dead.”
Dee shook hands. “Just doin’ our jobs, wouldn’t look good on our records if anything fatal happened to someone under our protection, but ya might wanna think about employin’ a personal bodyguard, someone who can travel with ya wherever ya go.”
The young congressman nodded. “Sounds like good advice; I’ll look into it.”
“In the meantime, me and my partner will be stickin’ to ya like glue. You’re our responsibility as long as you’re in New York.”
“Thanks, Detective. I appreciate it.”
To Dee’s considerable amazement, he sounded like he really meant it.