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beansideTitle: So Low the Sky
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I make no money off this.
Warnings: Mismatched Gender Identity
Summary: What if Jensen was a biological girl?
Clay wasn’t sure what he’d expected coming into this meeting with his potential tech ops. When he’d set up the meeting with the girl who was incongruously named Jake, he’d expected…someone smaller. More girly. Instead, he got a younger, crew cut Sarah Connor look alike, arms as ripped as any woman could hope for and a definite chip on her shoulder.
She didn’t so much walk as stomp, blue eyes flicking around to assess the room, checking exits. Clay didn’t take it personal. Military wasn’t kind to most women. He’d disciplined plenty of men for inappropriate behavior towards them. More recently, he’d testified at several men’s court-martials. Officers who seemed to think that a vagina made a major he’d trained with less of an officer.
The time they were going to serve was nowhere near what they’d done to her, but it was the best she would get. It would go well with the lack of advancement she was likely to receive, having dared to make a fuss about ‘boys being boys.’
It was enough to make him hate his gender and his country’s fighting forces.
Jensen stopped in front of the desk he’d appropriated for this meeting, offering him a picture perfect salute. “Lt Colonel Clay, sir. Private Jake Jensen reporting as requested, sir.”
“At ease, Private. Please, have a seat.”
Her eyes flicked a little, betraying the nerves that she had to be feeling. There were a lot of reasons that a woman and an enlisted soldier could be summoned to an after hours meeting in an abandoned office. Most of them weren’t for anything good.
“Sir, thank you, sir.” She sat, her back still ramrod straight.
It made him tired, all that perfection. “I’ve been reading your jacket,” Clay said, indicating the file in front of him. “Impressive.”
“Sir, thank you, sir-” She broke off as Clay held up a hand.
“You can lay off on the sirs. I’m not your drill sergeant, private.”
“Sorry, sir,” she said, failing to bite off the last word before it could slip out.
Clay smiled, relaxing. “Yeah, I know. It’s tough. So, here’s the deal. I have a unit that needs a techie. You’re a techie who needs a unit.”
“Colonel?”
“I’m offering you a position, Jensen.”
Her lips curled a little. “Permission to speak freely?”
Oh, this should be good. “Granted.”
“This isn’t a sex toy thing is it?”
“What?” Clay felt his jaw drop a little at the girl’s set of brass ones.
“You’re not offering so you’ll have a built in fuck toy? Cause I’ve been there. It does not end well.”
“Is that why I see from your last assignment that you requested to be identified as male?”
“I thought it prudent. You haven’t answered my question, sir. I won’t sleep my way into a unit, so if that’s what you want, you can just-”
Clay held up a hand to stop her, though he was kind of intrigued by what Jensen would suggest he could just do. God knew what would come out of the kid’s mouth next. “No. I have no interest in having sex with you. I don’t have any use for people who sleep their way to the top. If you want to continue identifying as male, that’s fine.
Jensen blinked. “You want me to be on your team? Seriously? Cause, I did some research. You’re one of the most respected commanders in the field. And your teams are usually the best. Which I am, but I’ve been the best for the last two years, and I’ve been a glorified special forces secretary.”
“I know. And I won’t guarantee that if they find out, some of my current team won’t give you shit. But you’re the best. I value my men’s lives above their feelings. And I won’t put them in danger with second rate intel.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Um. Okay. I. Yeah. I’d like to stick with being a guy, if it’s okay with you. Causes less problems.”
Clay nodded. “Fine with me.”
“Okay, then. I’m yours. In a tech sort of way,” Jensen quickly amended.
“Good. I’ll need a list of equipment you’ll need by the end of the week, and I’d like you to meet the team as soon as possible,” Clay returned. “I’ve set up a breakfast meeting tomorrow. Come dressed for a training op.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
“Sir, thank you, sir,” she tossed back another picture perfect salute and strolled out of the room.
Clay studied her file. Roque would be pissed when he found out, but he would just have to suck it up.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I make no money off this.
Warnings: Mismatched Gender Identity
Summary: What if Jensen was a biological girl?
Clay wasn’t sure what he’d expected coming into this meeting with his potential tech ops. When he’d set up the meeting with the girl who was incongruously named Jake, he’d expected…someone smaller. More girly. Instead, he got a younger, crew cut Sarah Connor look alike, arms as ripped as any woman could hope for and a definite chip on her shoulder.
She didn’t so much walk as stomp, blue eyes flicking around to assess the room, checking exits. Clay didn’t take it personal. Military wasn’t kind to most women. He’d disciplined plenty of men for inappropriate behavior towards them. More recently, he’d testified at several men’s court-martials. Officers who seemed to think that a vagina made a major he’d trained with less of an officer.
The time they were going to serve was nowhere near what they’d done to her, but it was the best she would get. It would go well with the lack of advancement she was likely to receive, having dared to make a fuss about ‘boys being boys.’
It was enough to make him hate his gender and his country’s fighting forces.
Jensen stopped in front of the desk he’d appropriated for this meeting, offering him a picture perfect salute. “Lt Colonel Clay, sir. Private Jake Jensen reporting as requested, sir.”
“At ease, Private. Please, have a seat.”
Her eyes flicked a little, betraying the nerves that she had to be feeling. There were a lot of reasons that a woman and an enlisted soldier could be summoned to an after hours meeting in an abandoned office. Most of them weren’t for anything good.
“Sir, thank you, sir.” She sat, her back still ramrod straight.
It made him tired, all that perfection. “I’ve been reading your jacket,” Clay said, indicating the file in front of him. “Impressive.”
“Sir, thank you, sir-” She broke off as Clay held up a hand.
“You can lay off on the sirs. I’m not your drill sergeant, private.”
“Sorry, sir,” she said, failing to bite off the last word before it could slip out.
Clay smiled, relaxing. “Yeah, I know. It’s tough. So, here’s the deal. I have a unit that needs a techie. You’re a techie who needs a unit.”
“Colonel?”
“I’m offering you a position, Jensen.”
Her lips curled a little. “Permission to speak freely?”
Oh, this should be good. “Granted.”
“This isn’t a sex toy thing is it?”
“What?” Clay felt his jaw drop a little at the girl’s set of brass ones.
“You’re not offering so you’ll have a built in fuck toy? Cause I’ve been there. It does not end well.”
“Is that why I see from your last assignment that you requested to be identified as male?”
“I thought it prudent. You haven’t answered my question, sir. I won’t sleep my way into a unit, so if that’s what you want, you can just-”
Clay held up a hand to stop her, though he was kind of intrigued by what Jensen would suggest he could just do. God knew what would come out of the kid’s mouth next. “No. I have no interest in having sex with you. I don’t have any use for people who sleep their way to the top. If you want to continue identifying as male, that’s fine.
Jensen blinked. “You want me to be on your team? Seriously? Cause, I did some research. You’re one of the most respected commanders in the field. And your teams are usually the best. Which I am, but I’ve been the best for the last two years, and I’ve been a glorified special forces secretary.”
“I know. And I won’t guarantee that if they find out, some of my current team won’t give you shit. But you’re the best. I value my men’s lives above their feelings. And I won’t put them in danger with second rate intel.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Um. Okay. I. Yeah. I’d like to stick with being a guy, if it’s okay with you. Causes less problems.”
Clay nodded. “Fine with me.”
“Okay, then. I’m yours. In a tech sort of way,” Jensen quickly amended.
“Good. I’ll need a list of equipment you’ll need by the end of the week, and I’d like you to meet the team as soon as possible,” Clay returned. “I’ve set up a breakfast meeting tomorrow. Come dressed for a training op.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
“Sir, thank you, sir,” she tossed back another picture perfect salute and strolled out of the room.
Clay studied her file. Roque would be pissed when he found out, but he would just have to suck it up.
