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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 3 Convergence

“Hey guys, everybody’s going back up to Hampstead for a ‘wheels up’ party,” Camden announced as the EOD team walked off the tarmac at London Heathrow as the First Lady’s plane began taxiing down the runway.

“Who’s everybody?” Smitty wanted to know.

“The whole detail; Royal Engineers, cops, MI5 guys, Secret Service, the whole bunch,” Camden answered, “It’s a place called “The Duke of Wellington’s Own” and it’s within crawling distance of the La Gaffe, so we can change out of these monkey suits first.”

Camden held up her hand to stop everyone as she responded to a radio call.

“Okay, guys, we got a wheels up and are officially released as of 2100 hours” she reported as a group cheer filled the air and ties were yanked from necks, “Now let’s party, ‘cuz I’ve got an itch to scratch.”

Settling into the plush seat of the limo as it prepared to make its way back to Hampstead, Sean found himself feeling rather quite pleased with himself. He couldn’t help inhaling the scent of the screenplay that Polanski had given to him. He carressed it in his hands as if it was a baby’s bottom. When Roman told him that the part was his and no, he didn’t have to audition, the disaster that the evening had started out as was completely forgotten. It got even better when Tom Clegg had asked if he could possibly find the time to have Sunday brunch with him and Bernard Cornwell. Seems Bernard had gotten a ragingly clever idea that he just had to discuss with Sean and Tom. To Sean, that meant just one thing; Sharpe was about to embark on a new adventure. When he further discovered that he had had just three pints all evening, he gave himself a mental pat on the back. Off in his own little world, at first he didn’t hear the pounding on the door of the limo until the driver interrupted his train of thought.

“Oi, Beano! Don’t even think you’re going to get away from us tonight!” shouted Orlando as he opened the limo door, “It’s been too long since we all got together and now we have a lot to celebrate! There will be no argument, understand? You are officially kidnapped! Driver, get us to Hampstead High Street and be quick about it.”

Speechless, Sean could only smile as Orlando Bloom, Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd and Sean Astin piled onto and over him to boisterously take command of the limo. With nothing on his agenda for the rest of the evening, Sean couldn’t think of one single reason not to make it a night out with his mates. Besides, the boys were already pretty pissed and a little adult supervision might help keep them out of trouble.

It was nearing 2:00 AM as the five friends staggered into The Duke of Wellington’s Own. The pub was a shrine to the 95th Rifles, the kind of place where all sorts of military and law enforcement types liked to hang out. It was run by a retired Regimental Sergeant Major of the modern day 95th Rifles whose main goal in life was to provide a place where like-minded individuals could go and get falling down pissed without a worry. The pub was decorated in all sorts of military memorabilia with a heavy accent on the Peninsular wars period. It looked like the kind of place that Richard Sharpe himself would feel right at home and dozens of stills and autographed photos from the series adorned every wall. One of those upscale clubs that dominated Hampstead High Street it wasn’t, yet it boasted a regular clientele of celebrities living in the Hampstead and Belsize neighborhoods.

After Sean managed to get his ragingly pissed mates into a booth and flagged down a barmaid, he quickly reviewed the evening and had to admit to himself that he had had a really great time. They all had things to celebrate; Orlando’s summer blockbuster, Dominic’s third Lost season, Billy’s Master and Commander sequel, and Astin’s new HBO mini-series, but for Sean, it was the sense that everything in his life seemed to be going his way for once. Wanting a moment to clear his head, he headed up to the bar and found his mind wandering back to a pair of haunting blue eyes. Maybe a stout nightcap would help shove the image to the back of his mind. Sean ordered himself up a top shelf single malt and a pint.

Git 'er out of yer head, Beano. No sense buggerin' yer brain over missin’ a chance.

By 2:00 AM the crowd in the party room at the rear of the Wellington had gotten thoroughly pissed or as the Americans in attendance liked to say ‘blind stinking shitfaced’. For Camden Cantrell, the blind part was pretty factual. She had lost both of her contact lenses when a couple of Royal Marines had sent her sailing across the room into a bunch of MI5 agents while having a tug-of-war over her. It had gotten pretty rowdy in the place as soon as somebody noticed that as far as the opposite sex was concerned there were just three police officers and Camden. It didn’t help that two of the police officers were pretty much dogs and the other was married to a fellow officer who was also in attendance. So, that left Camden as the center of attention for a bunch of drunken alpha males. It didn't help that rank and status had been left at the door when everyone had arrived.

It definitely wasn't safe any longer for a stunning blue-eyed blonde with a killer body in a tight white tee shirt and low slung jeans who was pretty much drunk off her ass. Especially since Camden was left on her own now with this bunch; Orry had disappeared with a barmaid to who knows where, Smitty was in a corner singing karaoke without a karaoke machine, and Guidry had passed out in a booth somewhere. And now, a slobbery drunk SAS sergeant kept trying to grab her ass. When she started out the evening she just wanted to get a good buzz on and get laid. Now, she was running through the Wellington trying to get away from a drunken asshole and couldn’t see more than three feet in front of her.

Sean had just stepped back and turned away from the bar with his order when in a blinding flash a body slammed into him head on, sending alcohol flying in all directions. Instinctively, he reached out to stop whoever it was from grabbing him and pulling him down with them. But, it didn’t help; the force of the collision put Sean flat on his back on the hard wood floor with a giggling female body sprawled across his chest.

Until she started to try to extricate herself from her prone position Sean couldn’t see much more than a dainty head with short sunny blond hair as he looked down at the top of her head, face flat against his chest. The woman’s pursuer had stopped dead in his tracks, having immediately recognized him. Sean quickly shook his head to keep the man from saying anything to alert anyone to who he was, figuring they would know soon enough.

A dazed Camden tried to catch her breath only to find her face buried in a trim, tightly-muscled chest. She sucked in the scent of him, his male energy, feeling it electrify every inch of her body. She slowly raised herself up by placing her hands on the man’s shoulders and bending backwards from the waist, stretching so that her tits were just brushing against his chest. The friction caused her nipples to harden noticeably through her tee shirt while her pelvic bone ground against the man's cock. All she could make out was a pair of intense green eyes staring straight into her glassy blue eyes. At the same instance that Sean recognized that ‘Cammie’ woman from the hotel, Camden recognized a prime piece of British beef.

Just like with a car wreck, it took just a couple more minutes for a small audience to gather at the scene. Most were pissed and didn’t recognize Sean. Others recognized him but knew better than to say so. Camden didn’t have a clue or even give a shit who he was, but felt a sensual shiver down her spine as she felt his cock trying to say Hellooooo.

Making a command decision in the favor of advancing British-American relations, she followed her instincts and leaned down to kiss him, hot and hard; her tongue tracing his lips until he opened to welcome it. She heard him groan with pleasure as she sucked the breath out of him. Sean’s unconscious response was to wrap one arm around her bare midriff, hand resting on her tight ass, the other hand going to the back of her neck as he pressed her tightly to him, collapsing her locked arms and crushing her firm round tits into his chest. The small audience began cheering as the kiss went on and on, getting hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by. In the fog of Sean’s brain he thought he heard someone shout “Go, Beano, go!” and "Get a room, already!"
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