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Americans In London

I'm back on the Narcovember grind! (Mayyybeee...) Fic number 12 @narcosfandomdiscord

As the current hyperfixation is Ted Lasso, buckle up! They're gonna be everywhere >:D

Prompt #23, Book Of Just Chaos™: Fanwork with a cracked crossover/ship with characters from two very different genres 

The main crossover in question is: Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso) & Mika Camarena! (+ other Narcos: Mexico and Ted Lasso characters) 

Word Count: 1.9K

Relationships: Kiki Camarena/Mika Camarena, Mika Camarena & Dani Rojas

Warnings: None in terms of content, but just ignore the vastly different time periods of the shows... Let's just pretend that they co-exist, ok? Ok.

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

Mika walks through the streets of Guadalajara, mostly when she knows that Kiki’s out, and won’t be back for a while. 

She gets it, maybe not as entirely as she thinks, but she gets it. This job is important to him, and her husband’s always wanted to do good. For the family, for the world, or at least a portion of that world: Mexico. 

But sometimes, no, actually, most of the time, she believes it’s too much. She tells him, late at night, how dangerous things feel. How he just needs to have some time off, to recalibrate… To focus on the good things in life. 

He zones out at the barbecues hosted, sitting back with his drink and watching his companions revel about trivial things, their wives joining in on occasion. 

But there’s no victory. Not when they’re falling so far behind. When the drug lords of the world are only rising up the ladders, and they’re… Revelling. Socialising. Over nothing.  

She needs to get him out of here. Even if it means they might not come back… For a week, or two, or three– Hell, a holiday! DEA agents work so hard, of course they’re gonna need one! 

The afternoon sun bears down on Mika as she finds spaces of green, families in parks, many enjoying picnics or popsicles. 

But one particular green space catches her eye, barred off by a green wiry fence. There’s a door to this area, how else would all the boys get inside? But she’ll watch from her distance. 

She listens, keenly, to the mix of English and Spanish in the air. Young boys, lined up in jerseys and sport shirts. Black and white balls at their feet… 

A practice enclosure. A field. A training ground. 

Maybe they’ll go to a football game, Kiki and Mika, and do something else for a day… But a single day off? It’s nothing. It’s about as good as one of those barbecues, and off they all go, into regular life again. 

However, she won’t give up hope so easily. 

One young man gets pulled aside by the coach, and the coach speaks harshly to him in a flurry of Spanish. The young boy should probably be crumbling at the severity, but instead, he’s steeling himself, waiting patiently, properly– 

There’s her ticket. There’s his ticket. 

“ You’re no longer good enough for El Tigre. Only because you’re better. Tomorrow, off to Richmond. You play the big game, Dani. ”  

The boy’s eyes, Dani’s, widen in an instant. He first salutes his coach, before jumping up and down, shaking his hand. “ Gracias, Coach! ¡Muchas gracias! ” 

And it’s like the world has fallen into his hands. Like Guadalajara is now too much for him, perhaps too small for him��� And this Dani fellow might not even fit into London very well, and he might come running back to the safety, the familiarity of El Tigre.  

Mika knows it’s no good to eavesdrop, to watch from the side, but then she remembers that Kiki does this every day. Around drug lords. And this? It’s a community football team, who is she kidding?! 

“Hey, you!” She calls out to the young boy, “Dani, isn’t it?!” 

“ Sí! ” He responds, his dark brown hair jumping up and down with him, “That’s me, Dani Rojas. Do you support the team?” He gestures back to his teammates, hell, they’re his friends. And he’ll miss them. 

Mika waves a so-so hand and sighs, “Look, I’m sorry if this seems weird, or rude, or something, but… My husband and I needed a getaway from Guadalajara. He’s not very keen on a holiday, but I am, so… Why don’t we join you in Richmond?” 

Dani’s foot taps against the ground, likely mulling it all over… Which is fair enough. A random woman, approaching him, basically trying to follow him to where he goes– It’s almost stalker-y, if Mika was the last thing from a stalker, and Kiki actually… Kinda stalked for his occupation. 

The smile on his face is like a ray of sun itself, bursting with life on her face. “Coach told me the flight’s for 9 o’clock tomorrow! Ooh, it’s going to be a long day, my friend!” 

She nods and brushes back a strand of her hair. This is our ticket.  

“You seem like a lot of fun, Dani.” She shrugs, “Call me Mika.” 

***

Kiki Camarena arrives home late that night. 

Not that Mika Camarena has any objections this time around. 

All the lights are on, bags are strewn on the floor, clothes everywhere– It’s like Mika’s pretending to be him when he packs for a long stakeout. 

And it’s confusing, because he hasn’t been assigned to any long stakeouts, and hasn’t had the guts to try again after last time… He’s been complacent (somewhat) working with the information that they have, sticking with the group, no crazy travel destinations! 

So why does this feel like he’s going to a crazy travel destination? And, if it’s related to anything with the DEA, why does his wife know first?  

“Hey, honey?” Kiki begins, knocking gently on their bedroom door, “Do you mind telling me what this is?” 

Mika laughs and looks up from her pile of clothes, her expression surprisingly bright. “Yeah, Kiki. We’re goin’ on a holiday tomorrow.” 

“A holiday?!” He immediately exclaims, furrowing his brows, “Mika, we’re here in Guadalajara, we don’t have time for a–” 

“Holiday.” She finishes, “Yes, we do. I’ve talked to Jaime, he’s given you time off. You’ll be back on the job the minute we get back, ok?” 

“Fine.” He resigns, gesturing to all the clothes, ��So, where are we going? And when’s our flight?” 

“9 o’clock tomorrow morning, and we’re off to Richmond. It’ll be fun!” 

London, of all places? Why? What’s going on? What surprises are there?! 

“Help me out here, and do yourself a favour, sweetheart. Prepare for jet lag.” 

***

“When’s the new player, what’s-his-name–” 

“Dani.” Both Nate and Beard say in unison. 

“Yeah, him…” Ted sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “When’s he comin’ in?” 

“Should be sooner or later. He’s from Mexico, remember?” Beard reminds, “But we should cut him some slack.” 

“Yeah, that’s right.” The manager stretches, looking out onto the pitch. It all reminds him of Sam, his homesickness, and his struggle for a few days. It’s not going to be fair to him to force him to play his best. 

After all, they need to figure out who Dani Rojas is, as a player and a man. It’s Ted's approach, after all: Find out one’s skills, one’s weaknesses, one’s personality… And slowly let them click into place. And whoever they click with? Well, it’s not his choice. 

As long as they fit in somewhere, the team can work with that. 

Little do they know what sort of storm is coming. 

***

Dani, Kiki and Mika step off the plane, and they each consult each other for directions, until they find taxis. 

And now, they’re on their way to Richmond AFC. 

It turns out that Dani Rojas, not unlike his new coach, Ted Lasso, talked for the majority of the flight. He didn’t seem entertained by any of the movies, games, and so on in front of him… Instead, he was enthralled by the idea of going to Richmond, of pouring himself and his life out onto Kiki and Mika. 

Mika did most of the talking in return, especially with her husband and his job. It’s because of that that he holds suspicions about everybody. 

Even this young footballer, fresh off a team in their area, and the sort of guy who’s filled the most loving personality. 

He repeats his mantra several times over to his newfound friends: “Football is life, right?! Oh, you’ll see… Football is life. ”  

Kiki tries to smile in the taxi, watching the world pass them by. A new place, new temporary accommodation, but his mind simply itches with bigger and better things: The drugs, the routes, the kingpins at the head of the game. 

He can’t switch off. At least, not for long. 

It helps to watch the young man, at times, seeing how he’s humming things to himself in Spanish… Mika clearly knew what to do, to make a strong connection with this guy, and something that would interest him enough to think about anything but the drugs. 

Maybe a part of that plan was working. 

They step out at Richmond AFC and Dani races through the front door of the club, surrounded by grey, blue and red. New colours, new themes, new surroundings… And he’s anything but fazed. 

And out the back door? That’s his ticket. The sun shining down on the gloriously green pitch, marked up in white. 

“Come on, amigos! ” He calls out to Kiki and Mika, “Let’s play!” 

The pair follow after Dani, sharing a small chuckle at that. The last thing they’ll be doing is playing, instead, just observing. Being completely honest with themselves, they would have rather headed to their accommodation first– But things are sorted out there, apparently. 

Besides, they’re here to support their new friend. 

And, in doing so, they end up beside the manager himself, Ted Lasso. 

He turns to face the newcomers with a bright smile, “Oh, hey!” He waves, “I’m only assuming you came with Dani?” 

“Yeah!” Mika smiles back, encouraged by the man’s initial reaction, “I’m Mika and this is Kiki. We’re friends of Dani’s.” 

“Well, ‘friends’ is one way to describe it.” Kiki chips in with a small frown, “It’s a long story.” 

“Perfect.” Ted says. Right off the bat, a long story connecting these two and Dani? Of course, he’s ready. “You can tell me everything, more than happy to hear it. I’m Ted, by the way, Ted Lasso.” 

From there, the woman dives into the details, with Kiki adding his own sentiments every now and then, a few sparing details about his job, because this man… Mika seems to trust him. 

And sometimes, that’s all he can believe: His own wife’s emotion and intuition. 

“Now we’re here. All because of Dani.” The DEA agent finishes, turning back to face the pitch, “Hold on… How is he not jetlagged as hell?! And he’s–” 

Really good. Is what he was going to say, and the three of them watch the young player circle around the other Richmond players, scoring a smooth and impressive goal in quick time. 

“Ooh, boy… He’s like a goshdarn puppy, that one!” Ted laughs, unable to help it. “Look, you two, you enjoy your time here. Rest is one of the best things you can get, Kiki, alright?” He pauses for a moment, but not enough to let anyone interject, “Hey, and if you need anythin’, just give me a holler, you got it? I’ve been here for a few months now, I’m not perfect, but– You’re two fellow Americans in London, so, we’re all in the same boat.” 

Kiki considers his words and sighs quietly. Rest is one of the best things you can get…  

He realises, only just then, how much his body’s been aching, how much his eyes struggle to stay awake, how the constant frustration and anger is only added to this amalgamation of things. 

God, he needs some rest. 

The minute that the pair walk away from the football scene, the man finds himself leaning his head against Mika’s shoulder, and she presses a kiss to his head. 

“Exhausted, aren’t you?”  

“Yeah…” Kiki replies slowly. 

“Well,” Mika simply laughs, “I’m glad that Ted Lasso got to you. ‘Cause it’s about damn time.” 

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LA AGONIA DE GLORIANA

Nadie me contradiga. Yaceré en el suelo. Hasta aquí desde el trono, montura, o balcón, miré debajo a cuantos en alto miraban. Esa arena corrió. Ya la ampolleta invierto, y ordeno en adelante una abatida honra, dócil e inadvertida como hojas de otoño, que acolche el desvelado estudio al que me obligo, cual es considerar mi reino desde abajo. ¡Qué altos son mis siervos! Como casta de árboles sobre mí cabecean, suspiran, rumoran; remotos astros lucen sus celosos ojos. Aún a los hermosos de buen cuerpo aprecio: no hay reina con mejores mástiles medrando en sus bosques, ni cuyos súbditos envainen en su lealtad más fieras y tercas almas. Ni hubo virgen mejor servida que fui yo. ¡Déjame estar, mujer! Que no he de consentir verme rendida a un lecho. ¿Suponéis quizá que quien bajo intemperies cabalgó, danzó cargada con caudal de alhajas, toleró sentada en dura piedra discursos y prédicas, por dormir en el suelo sufrirá algún mal? No que duerma. Si en eso tuviera mi mente, bien bastara una cama. Pero estoy aquí para un profundo examen y contemplación, y así cómo Perséfone, y la roja zorra, buscan bajo la tierra agudeza de ingenio, descendí de mi estrado para ver si aprendo nueva traza entre vuestros pies, y, como el indio yace con todo el cuerpo atento sobre tierra, así yazgo esperando la repercusión de cuanto es por venir o inminente peligro. ¿Rezando está el obispo? Dejadlo que siga. Sus cansadas rodillas la fe las alivie. ¡El ruin aflige al Cielo con noticias mías! Sí… deposuit superbos. ¿Mas que mano fue la que me ha derribado aquí si no la mía…? Ni flaqueza del ánimo ni de los miembros, ni dislate o temor, vejez ni perlesía, me han quebrado. Si aquí yazgo, es por mi arbitrio, por la curiosidad de una reina sólo. Puedo afirmar que en toda Inglaterra no se halla quien más íntimo yazga que yo de la tierra. No de cierto el traidor cautivo en su prisión, donde la escasa paja esquiva el fatal peso de sus cadenas; ni el zagalejo encogido de frío que debajo del majuelo duerme; ni el campesino mozo que yace estirado, socarrando su libro ante las muertas brasas.

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GLORIANA DYING

None shall gainsay me. I will lie on the floor. Hitherto from horseback, throne, balcony, I have looked down upon your looking up. Those sands are run. Now I reverse the glass And bid henceforth your homage downward, falling Obedient and unheeded as leaves in autumn To quilt the wakeful study I must make Examining my kingdom from below. How tall my people are! Like a race of trees They sway, sigh, nod heads, rustle above me, And their attentive eyes are distant as starshine. I have still cherished the handsome and well-made: No queen has better masts within her forests Growing, nor prouder and more restive minds Scabbarded in the loyalty of subjects; No virgin has had better worship than I. No, no! Leave me alone, woman! I will not Be put into a bed. Do you suppose That I who’ve ridden through all weathers, danced Under a treasury’s weight of jewels, sat Myself to stone through sermons and addresses, Shall come to harm by sleeping on a floor? Not that I sleep. A bed were good enough If that were in my mind. But I am here For a deep study and contemplation, And as Persephone, and the red vixen, Go underground to sharpen their wits, I have left my dais to learn a new policy Through watching of your feet, and as the Indian Lays all his listening body along the earth I lie in wait for the reverberation Of things to come and dangers threatening. Is that the Bishop praying? Let him pray on. If his knees tire his faith can cushion them. How the poor man grieves Heaven with news of me! Deposuit superbos. But no hand Other than my own has put me down — Not feebleness enforced on brain or limb, Not fear, misgiving, fantasy, age, palsy, Has felled me. I lie here by my own will, And by the curiosity of a queen I dare say there is not in all England One who lies closer to the ground than I. Not the traitor in the condemned hold Whose few straws edge away from under his weight Of ironed fatality; not the shepherd Huddled for cold under the hawthorn bush, Nor the long, dreaming country lad who lies Scorching his book before the dying brand.

Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Larnach's Late HR Helps Twins Take Series!

Twins 5 Mariners 3 W-Sands (3-1) L-Stanek (5-2) SV-Duran (12)

The Minnesota Twins closed out their long ten-game road trip this afternoon in Seattle. They looked for the series win over the Mariners today. The Twins were ready fro the jump as Willi Castro led-off with a base hit to right. He stole second base and Trevor Larnach plated him with a single to center. This put the Twins up by a run before the Mariners grabbed a bat. The Twins added on in the fifth with a Max Kepler lead-off single. Austin Martin doubled him home to double the Twins lead. With two outs, Jose Miranda lined a run-scoring single to left and the Twins lead grew to three. The Mariners started to figure out Joe Ryan in the fifth. Dylan Moore led-off with a triple and Josh Rojas reached on a bunt single. Julio Rodriguez hit a slow roller back to Joe Ryan and Christian Vazquez could not tag Dylan Moore for Seattle's first run. Cal Raleigh reached on a sun single to load up the bases and Luke Raley reached on an infield single, which scored another run. The Mariners pulled within a run after five innings of play. The Mariners would rally again in the seventh as Luke Raley lined a one-out single to left. He reached second on a groundout and Jorge Polanco would later knock him in with a base hit to right. This tied the game at one after seven frames. The Twins would have something to say in the eighth as Jose Miranda led-off with a base hit to left. Trevor Larnach then belted a Ryne Stanek splitter out to right for a two-run homer. Kody Funderburk had a 1-2-3 eighth and Jhoan Duran had a perfect ninth as the Twins took the series from the Mariners.

-Final Thoughts- Joe Ryan was pretty good today through 5 2/3 innings. He gave up a two runs on six hits with ten strikeouts. Caleb Thielbar eventually got out of the sixth, Steven Okert retired two men and allowed a run, and Cole Sands got out of the seventh. Kody Funderburk had a perfect eighth and Jhoan Duran shut the door in the ninth for the save. Willi Castro, Jose Miranda, and Trevor Larnach had two hits each to lead the team. The Twins hit 2-for-6 with runners in scoring position and left three men on base. The team will finally return home after this long road trip. They have tomorrow off before playing the Tigers this week. Tarik Skubal faces Simeon Woods Richardson on Tuesday night.

-Chris Kreibich-