The Guardian

[Katelyn]

Name:

Elizabeth Parker

Role:

Daughter to the POTUS, Elizabeth Parker.

PIC and Description:

• 23 years old. (Born May 2, 1989).
• 5'6", 120#; lean, but slightly curvy where appropriate.

• Various physical attributes:
• Small knick above her right eyebrow from having stitches as a kid.
• Coin-shaped light brown birthmark on the back of her left shoulder.
• Small dove shaped tattoes that move from the middle of her back diagonally up to the right shoulder at a ninty degree angle.

Personal History:

• Elizabeth is the daughter of Senator Marcus Parker, her mother died of cancer five years ago. She was a brilliant child and graduated top of her class, obtaining her medical from Yale and then going to San Diego for her residency and a residency at San Diego General to finish up her PhD from Yale. She is independent and confident in herself and her abilities. She is dating one of the neurosurgeons at the hospital, but nothing too serious as she plans to move back to New York where her father is originally from and lives when not in Washington.

[Deamonbane]

Name:

• Arthur Huntington

Role:

• Secret Service Agent, charged with the security of the Daughter of the President.

PIC and Description:

• 28 years old(Born April 22, 1984)
• 6' 3" 187 lbs.; lean, yet powerfully built.
• Scar across the side of his neck, and two bullet scars on his chest, one on his right thigh.
• Seper Fidelis tattooed on his back.

Personal History:

• Born in New York, average grades, in a public school. His father was a construction worker, and his mother worked in a coffee shop below their apartment. So, when he turned 18, and saw that there was little hope of any kind of future in this squalid place, he gathered his small amount of belongings, and ran away. He eventually joined the army. He stayed there for two tours, one in Afghanistan, and the second in the UN Peace Corps. Here he was engaged in a gunfight with the Israeli army in Palestine, earning his scars. He was awarded the CMOH for bravery in that engagement, and offered a position in the SS.

[Katelyn]

"Come in, Elizabeth..." His voice could barely be heard, but she'd strained her ears to hear the slightest of whispers as she was pressed against the large mahogany door, awaiting a rebuttal from her soft knocking. She'd only be in Washington for a few more weeks and then would be headed back to California to finish her last week of winter break before starting back to University, but there was one issue her and her father had yet to vet out, and she intended to get her way.

She pushed the door open and stuck her head in, a small smile touching her lips as she gazed across the room at the elderly man that she'd watched grow old from the TV and the occasional visit when he wasn't in session.

"Daddy... can we talk for a minute?" She waited for this beckoning and walked in, closing the door softly behind her. She walked around his desk and placed a kiss on his wrinkled cheek and moved to sit in the plush leather chair in front of him, the government skimping on nothing where their leaders were concern. People were starving to death in the streets, but her ass was nice and comfy in this chair. She swallowed her dissertation over it all and focused on the matter at hand.

He laughed at her, a smirk painted on his lips, "I'd ask what you were thinking, but by the look on your beautiful face, I'd say it would relate to your need to save the world." He sat back and clasped his hands in front of his middle, analyzing her. She looked like her mother and had the mind and mentality of her father. He was impressed, proud and horribly overprotective.

"Saving the world is my afternoon project, after I spend some of your money on a new pair of Gucci shoes that called my name from Nordstrom’s yesterday afternoon. Strangest thing actually..." She gave a pseudo look of deep contemplation and laughed when her father did.

"Elizabeth... I know you. What is it you want, child?" He continued to wait, knowing she'd have already planned out the way to trap him. She would make a brilliant politician, but she was dead set on becoming a surgeon. Why, he'd never know.

She sat up a bit taller and placed her hands in her lap, perfect posture as if giving a well written speech. "I've never asked you for much, most of your generosity has been you own doing and not me requesting it." She nodded and he did too, that much was very true. His only child deserved to be lavished properly. She'd be an adult on her own soon and he'd not be able to give her as much without it seeming like a string would be attached to the other end of the gift... and perhaps it would.

"So in asking you for my request today, I want you to keep that initial statement in mind. I did not choose the life you did and though I've supported you and been a part of this rollercoaster since I was a child and more so since mother died, I've never uttered a word of angst." She swallowed, "But I am not."

His brow creased and he sat up, concern spread across his face, "What are you talking about Elizabeth? What's happened, baby?"

She waved her hand in front of herself, "No.. nothing has happened.. it's what will happen. I do not want a bodyguard coming back to California with me, father. I want to live a normal life and having some oversized meat head follow me everywhere isn't normal." She felt her cheeks flush as she was getting emotionally involved. She schooled herself, knowing emotions were a weakness in the heat of debate. You'd lose in a New York minute if you didn't keep cool and let the facts win the argument for you.

He sighed with relief, his shoulder shrugging. "Oh that... thank God. I thought something was really wrong."

"Daddy! Something is wrong." Dammit.. she was emotional and it wasn't subsiding. She stood and started to pace behind her chair, anger taking hold of her. "I'm not a child and I don't need someone all up in my business treating me like one. I won't accept it." She turned to him and squared her shoulder, "I won't accept it. Period."

He stood to and placed his hands on his large cherry wood desk and looked at her lovingly, "I have been placed under constant security watch because of my stand on several high level policies, Elizabeth. Your life is not safe at the moment and I won't have you away from me in another state and not protected. You have two choices, move home and I'll pull the protection (lie) or stay there and just know that you will have a shadow. He won't even get in your way."

"NO! This isn't up for debate. I'm twenty-three. I'm a goddamn adult and I'm saying NO." She felt tears well up in her eyes. Great... you just officially lost dumbass. Emotional overload.

He walked around the desk and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. "Baby, if there were another way, I'd do it." He moved back, holding the upper part of her arms and looked down at her, "Lizzy please... just try it for a month for me."

She started to give another rebuttal as the first hot tear burned down her cheek but he cut her off.

"I've already lost your mother, please don't make me lose you." His face softened as he gave the mother-of-all-blows. He hugged her again and she submitted to the defeat.

"Okay, Daddy."

[Deamonbane]

Arthur was in the bathroom. Service, of course. It had become something of a home for him on the long days at work. He would stay there, as long as his break allowed, staring at himself in the mirror. At first it had been to enjoy the sight of the wings on his lapel, or his sunglasses, and even to practice his draw. But it had slowly become what most would term PTS. A sort of rest without sleep. He had always thought himself to be stronger than this, but the images of the desert painted blood-red, bullets flying, and him carrying James from the blood covered trucks haunted him. He had seen a shrink, but that didn't help. The sick fuck wanted to know about his childhood, and shit like that. He politely told the guy to go fuck himself, and decided that he would take care of it, or cope with it. By himself.

Still didn't help when he looked in the mirror and saw his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

His buzzer hummed, and he almost jumped. But he didn't, he thought with a wry smile, and turned on his earpiece, and plugged it back into his ear," Yeah," He said in a raspy voice," It's still my off period, you know."

"Yeah," Came the voice of Fred, the man in charge of White House Sec," Sorry about that," The man's voice told him otherwise," POTUS wants to see you. Now."

He had had a few conversations with the new President. They had been mostly one-sided, as Arthur was in charge of staying near the man as he walked he exercised. The now president had a mouth on him, no two ways about that. He would... what was the term? Unload talk about everything, other than real White House Business. His history, college, wife, kids, and everything. He had made sure to make polite sounds all the while, and answer simple questions. He had talked to the other guys that had accompanied the president, and they said that he did the same thing with them, so he didn't take it personally.

"Sure thing, Fred," He put his glasses in his pocket, adjusted his tie, and stepped out of the restroom. He went as fast as he could to the Oval office, and, with a quick adjustment to his buzz-cut hair, opened the door.

His eye quickly took in the scene. A young woman that looked vaguely familiar was hugging POTUS the both seemed to be in tears. Great.

He stood silently, lowering his head, as to give the both of them some privacy.

"Yes?" A voice made him raise his head, and he now saw that the both of them were looking at him.

"Ah," He felt his face heat up momentarily," You wanted to see me sir."

POTUS nodded, and indicated the young woman, who was wiping the tears from her eyes," This is my daughter, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is the young man that will be accompanying you from now on."

Say what?

He reflexively extended his hand, his face a mask," Arthur Huntington ma'am. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." In the Secret Service, one had to be prepared for bombshells, bullets, and terrorists. But these were from hostile forces. When you were dealing with allies, it was expected for them to give one a bit of forewarning. To hell with that, he thought. The job was the job.

[Katelyn]

Elizabeth shook his hand and nodded, no smile on her face. She turned to her father with an angry look on her pretty face. "You just asked me about doing this. How in the hell did you already have it set up?"

Her father held up his hands, "Now Elizabeth.. you know I have to plan in advance with these types of things. We need protection immediately dear. I cannot be worried about you while I'm trying to run a country." He moved to his desk and picked up a folder, stopping to hug and kiss her cheek.

"Be safe on your fight back tonight. Airforce one and Agent Huntington will get you home safe and sound. Call me when you get to the airport and when you get home." He moved out of the room before she could respond. She growled, unable to hold in her anger and turned back to the agent.

"I had to idea this was happening. I'm unprepared, a bit pissed off and I have a million questions about how I'm supposed to live my life while you are trailing behind me everywhere." She ran her fingers through her long chestnut hair, "I'm a resident doctor for godsakes... where are you going to be while I'm in surgery? Are you watching me around the clock or is something else coming for a different shift?" She sighed and leaned against her fathers desk, once again hating the only family she had left, her brother and mother dying in a car accident five years earlier.

Her life had always been about what was best for her father's career and things had obviously not changed - at all.

[Deamonbane]

Interesting. And, of course, it didn't make his job any easier.

It didn't make sense. All the president's close family was already supposed to be under Secret Service protection. He could see why a SS agent would decline being her bodyguard. She was the pissy type, obviously, and would make his life a living hell.

And, of course, the President had stepped out before he could suggest that he assign at least two more men to the job. She would be a pain, probably mumbling at him on a good day, and trying to escape him on a bad one. He scowled inwardly, but never let any emotion touch his face. Her handshake was good: firm, but not strong enough to smash one's knuckles in the exchange. Without he fiery independence, she was actually likable.

"I can assure you, ma'am, that I will be as invisible as is humanly possible. Since I am the only one assigned to you, I will be in charge of you 24-hour security, but I may call in some extra men if I deem it necessary. For your security, I will accompany you at a discreet distance, wherever you go, barring surgery rooms, and and your house, although I will have to remain in sight of all exits and entrances to any place that you wish to enter alone."

He remained in a stiff posture, waiting for a blinding rebuttal, or sullen silence.

[Katelyn]

She suddenly felt horrible for snapping at him. She didn't want someone to be invisible or hide in the shadows - even if that was his job. It sounded depressing and horrid. She sighed and shook her head, "That came out wrong. I'm just a bit overwhelmed and upset. My father has been ruling my life for.. well all my life and I just thought growing up and moving across the country might just change that a little, but I'm once again reminded that it didn't, doesn't... won't."

She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, "Ok." She opened them and gave him a kind smile. "Let's each get our stuff together and I'll meet you at the security check in desk in an hour to leave via air force one? I hope you have shorts and t-shirts. It's hot as hell in August in San Diego." She laughed and walked out, moving toward her room as her smile fell.

She was so mad at her father for not clearing all of this long before she met this poor guy that was going to die of bordom babysetting a grown surgeon who had no life but her job. The only social interactions she had were with Peter, the nead nuerologist and she really wasn't sure what you'd call that? Two lonely people just taking care of physical desires? She shuttered at the thought. Depressing.

She packed her stuff and texted her father her goodbye, knowing that he was in a meeting with the secretary of state for the next few hours. She made her way to the security counter and set her bags down, several people rushing to help her as she shooed them off. "I'm good, thank you so much though."

She wanted to growl at them. Did she look fucking helpless? No. Just because of her father's position everyone treated her differently and tried as she did, nothing changed that no matter where she was or who she was with. It was a completely different life than she ever wanted or hoped to lead, but her feelings were irrelevant. She wanted her handsome new body guard walk up and smiled, "You ready?"

At least he's delicious to gaze at.

[Deamonbane]

Well, okay. She was mad at her father. That was understandable, considering her independent nature. Didn't help any though, since her good nature would probably disappear the moment he suggested two more agents to accompany him. She would freak, and try to knock him over the head, and be even more pissed when he dodged it. The thought of a scene like that made his mood improve.

"It is my job to blend in ma'am. If needed, I will dress up for a gay parade," He smiled a bit at the joke, and escorted her out. He then went to his own apartments, and and gathered his own, meager, belongings. A cell phone. Several changes of clothes, and a side piece. That was all.

"How sad am I," He thought grimly. He had no pictures, his medals were in the locker that he would retake once his time here was done. Nothing to remind him of home, loved ones, or family. He sighed, and left, taking the car to the Air Force One.

"Yes ma'am," He responded, with a slight smile on his face.

[Katelyn]

They walked quickly to the plane, an entourage suffocating them as they moved, but he seemed to be used to this sort of thing and she'd grown up with it. She climbed aboard, five people offering her a hand as if she were made of glass. She sighed and allowed them to help, excusing herself to the bathroom once they were on board and sitting on the tolit still fully clothed.

She leaned over and put her head in her hands, exhaling the angst from this fucked up life. She sat there for a few minutes, just trying to calm herself a bit and trying to to scream in frustration. She'd always been very independent and slightly claustrophobic. Needless to say that everytime she came to DC to visit her father she felt like she lost another peice of her mind.

She stood up and smoothed her skirt and her blouse and looked in the mirror, running her fingers through her long chestnut hair. "You can do this. You'll be home soon and Arthur said he would be a shadow that you'll bearly see." She laughed at the thought of him dressed up for the gay pride parade. "That would be a sight to see."

She washed her hands and splashed a bit of the cold water on her face, patting it dry with a napkin and walking from the restroom to take her seat beside him. "Have you ever been to San Diego?"

[Deamonbane]

Arthur was afraid of heights. It had been something of a joke during his time in the Corps, even though he had been able to hide it effectively enough. He was sharp, fast, and good, but this was his only flaw, in his opinion. He knew that planes were safe, the AF1 more so than most. He told himself this, and it helped, a little. He was able to keep that sheen of sweat off of his face, and his knuckles from turning white as he gripped the sides of his seat. He couldn't help, however, the fact that all his movements were deliberate, and the clenching of his jaw every time he got up.

Which meant that when she arrived back from the restroom, with the flight being prepared, he came a hair from jumping," Ah, yes ma'am. Last year, when your father, a Senator at the time, went down there to visit you. I was part of his bodyguard, which is probably why he picked me for this assignment," He suddenly realized that she might not like to be referred to as an assignment," Er, The assignment to protect you, that is. Of course, I didn't get to see the sights at the time."

He came ot the conclusion that shutting up right now would be the best option. The seat belt sign lit up, and he stood, maybe a little too quickly," Allow me to escort you to your seat, ma'am."