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Left Behind -- Chapter 21

In which Gaat tries to break Lucy

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As a hologram lit up the cockpit, Lucy turned to face it, glaring at the bald man that appeared. He chuckled as a grin spread across his face, raising an eyebrow at her, “Hello, Lucy.”

“Gaat.” She growled. 

“I see you found my Zero-X two. It’s just a shame you won’t be going anywhere on it.”

Stepping across the space she leant down over the hologram, “I gathered as much when I realised your cockpit was the wrong way around.”

Gaat chuckled, throwing his head back slightly as he did so, “My dear Lucille, it is simply a hologram. What you are stood in is an empty shell that is yet to be completed. When I found out your two friends and yourself wished to pay a visit to my ship I felt it would be improper for it to be unfinished when you arrived.”

The pieces fell into place like parts to a puzzle. 

Blood drained from her cheeks and hope from her heart. 

“You wanted us to come early, set it up so that we would come now rather than when the ship was actually finished.”

He snorted with a nod, “Well done. Now, any ideas why?”

She shook her head slowly at him, eyes wide and worried. Gaat always had a motive, there was always something more to his plan. Hugh had likened it to playing chess once. 

“I need something Lucy, something that you have on that island of yours.”

Her frown deepened, “What? How do you--”

“Anyone is free to take photos of you on rescues,” Gaat grinned, “Did you ever get a chance to ask Lee about his little jaunt out in Thunderbird Three the other day? He was quite excited about the applications of those new pressure equalising suits of yours.”

Each breath came heavier, angrier at him for whatever it was he was up to, even if she wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. 

“I wish I could say it was me that ordered the GDF escort, but unfortunately it was simply my contact there having the most excellent foresight and a little bit of good luck.” He continued, reaching for something out of the view of the comm, “It’s a lovely place you’ve got here. I do like the ocean view.”

The background of the room he was in came into focus and she immediately recognised the lounge she hadn’t seen for almost a week. 

Bile rose in her throat as her heart raced in her chest, fear, anger, and hurt all fighting for top spot as she watched him lift one of the photos from her desk to the hologram. 

“Don’t worry, I haven’t touched any of your precious family. Those that I didn’t send out on a rescue seem to have made themselves scarce.”

She shook her head, knowing what she had organised as fact before she had left, “No, they’re off duty, they wouldn’t…”

“Yes, you almost put a spanner in my works,” Gaat sighed, “But your family are heroes are they not? It was easy to persuade them the world still needed help. All it took was a capsized super yacht and some misplaced space debris. If you don’t believe me, I’ll wait whilst you check in with them.”

Checking in would lead to questions that she didn’t want, or have time to answer. Yet, she wasn’t convinced that she could simply trust what he was telling her. Gaat had always told mistruths, twisting fact until it was fiction and leaving her never quite sure of what to believe. 

“Lucy.” Kyrano spoke in her ear, “I’ve just spoken to Tanusha, it’s Gaat. He’s on the Island. I don’t know how he’s done it, but he’s lured them all away. There’s nobody there except Sally, Alan, and Brains.”

Reaching up she touched her comm, opening the line between her and the outside world, “I know, Kyrano. I’m stood talking to him.”

Somewhere off of the line, Hugh swore loudly, cursing the man facing her. 

“Why?” She asked Gaat, voice low, angry and dangerous.

From what he had already said she feared that she knew the answer. As she had said to Michael earlier, Gaat took what he wanted, when he wanted it. Except, never before had she been the one he had wanted to take so much from. 

“I want the pressurisation suits Lucy. Do you know where I might find them?”

She shook her head at him, “Why should I give them to you? You’ll only use them for your own gains and such like.”

He smiled and nodded, “And potentially for going to space also… either way, you’re going to give them to me.”

“How can you be so sure?” She spat. 

His smile fell, entire face growing serious as he watched her with blank eyes that were entirely different to those Michael had worn. 

“Because if you don’t, Lucy, a series of explosions will begin, starting with the cockpit you are currently standing in, and ending with the debris our dear friends Evangeline and Lee are clearing up in orbit.”

He didn’t need to specify that her three boys were involved somewhere between the two. The thought of something happening to any of them because of him didn’t bear thinking about. 

“You’re not going to take them.” She murmured, mind racing, trying to figure out some way to get around his ultimatum. 

He snorted, “And are you sure about that Lucille?”

“You heard her Gaat.” Kyrano’s voice cut in sounding hard and firm even through the speaker of her suit, “Tanusha has already warned the others, they’re returning to the island as we speak.”

“I wouldn’t worry about the other’s getting back,” Lee’s familiar drawl came from Gaat’s end of the comm, “Some of us never left.”

Gaat growled, his face falling into a frown. She assumed it was aimed at Lee, wherever he was in the room. She took the distraction, touching her comm to close off her voice to anyone outside of her helmet,

“Kyrano, are the others safe?”

“Sally, Alan, and Brains are locked in the labs, they’re safe. The others know they were walking into a trap and abandoned their rescues before they arrived at them.” He confirmed quickly and quietly, “From the security feed, Lee and Tanusha are in the lounge with Gaat. He’s going nowhere.”

“--my sister, you murdered my best friend. You’re done hurting this family Gaat.” Lee was saying as she refocussed on the conversation in the lounge. 

He snorted, eyes turning to her glee marring his frown, “Do you really think your brother would shoot me Lucille?”

She might have been against the use of guns and live ammunition, but that didn’t stop Lee from keeping up with his full license. Whilst Gaat had hurt her, Lee was her brother and despite being younger, that title came with a degree of protectiveness she had never been quite able to shake. There wasn’t quite any telling what he might do in response to a threat from the other man. 

“The decision ain’t down to her Gaat,” Lee responded whilst Lucy was still dwelling on her answer.

“Shoot me and the ship she is on goes boom.” Gaat murmured, “It will be years before the conditions are correct for another launch to find Jeff.”

She winced at the comment, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it as she waited for Lee’s response. Anger was what she expected, most likely aimed at her for not telling him what had been going on. Disbelief wasn’t something Lee often experienced, too keen on focusing on the facts for the stray thoughts to have a chance to creep in. 

“Jeff is dead.” Lee growled, “What have you said to her to make her think otherwise?”

“He hasn’t.” She cut in before Gaat could say anything, knowing that she couldn’t let him twist the truth for her, “It was Hugh and Kyrano that found out. Gaat’s right, Jeff could be out there.”

There was silence across the comm, the moment long and full of nothing. She couldn’t even see Lee’s face to figure out just what he might have been thinking in response to the revelation. Her stomach twisted and heart thundered as she gripped the console, just waiting. 

“Uncle.” Tanusha broke the silence, “I think it’s time you left.”

“Not until I get what I came for, Tanusha.”

Lee’s tut was loud across the comm, “You ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from us, Gaat.”

Swallowing at the comment, Lucy took a slow breath knowing they had reached their final chance with the man. It was time for her to get out, to run and get away as far as she could from the ship. 

Yet, she couldn’t. 

It was her chance. 

Her one chance for how long?

“Kyrano,” She opened her private line again, “Get hold of Hiram, see if he can hack the system using your disruptor.”

“Lucy no,” Hugh responded before she could draw breath, “It’s not worth the risk, get the hell out of there.”

“Listen to Hugh Lucy,” Kyrano urged, “He’s started the countdown, you’ve got minutes--”

“No!” She snapped, cutting him off, “This is our one shot! We have to try, if we don’t we might never get this chance again.”

Jeff could be out there. For four years he could have been out there. They could have already been too late. He had launched with nothing, the chances of him surviving the take off were slim as it were, with each passing day they dropped more. 

Waiting longer could cost her her husband. 

“If you don’t I will!” She told them leaving no room for argument. 

Crouching she banged at the panelling below the console, warping it enough to be able to grip and pull it out. She was lucky it was the right panel, the one with the bomb behind, it’s digits counting down second by second. 

Shock froze her for a moment, stunned into stopping and taking stock of just where she was and what was happening.

“I have eyes on the bomb.”

“Bollocks.” Hugh hissed, “Kyrano, call Brains.”

“I-I am already h-h-here.” Hiram responded, “Mrs Tracy, can you s-s-send a scan of the d-d-device?”

She nodded, as she reached to her wrist to scan the item, “Sending it now.”

The numbers on the device weren’t reassuring her.

But she had to try. It could be Jeff’s only chance. 

It was potentially her only chance. 

“Y-y-ou need to at-t-tach the disruptor to the b-b-blue wire, from there I sh-should be able to cut off the countdown.”

She didn’t care how he did it, all she cared about was the numbers counting down to the destruction of the ship. 

She needed that ship. 

Even with it’s damned wrong-way-round cockpit. 

It was the only thing that could take her to the Oort cloud. 

“There isn’t time,” Hugh murmured, “Lucy get the hell out of there! You’re no good to any of us dead! Including Jeff.”

The comment caught her, winding her as she looked around the cockpit that Gaat had told her was all an illusion, one of his clever tricks. The ship wasn’t ready, it wouldn’t be for weeks yet. She didn’t even know if the T-drive would work in it, or if it were simply another nail for Gaat to drive in to her chest. 

Suddenly the comm was silent and there was one single voice in her ear.

“You took everything from me Lucille, and Jeff helped you. Let’s say that I am simply making us even.”

Her legs gave way as she fell from her crouch into a crumpled heap on the floor, something in her registered the scream of protest at the man she had never intended on hurting. 

“Jeff never did anything to you!” She sobbed, “He never--”

Gaat snorted, “No, you’re right. It was all your decision wasn’t it? Maybe this is all on you after all.”

The voice in her head was screaming at her in glee, reminding her that yes, she could have and should have done more. If she had tried harder she could have saved Jeff.

It suddenly felt impossible to catch her breath as she clutched at her helmet, and shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the thoughts as Gaat continued to utter blame in her direction. 

She needed space, and air. She wanted to save Jeff but she knew she would only ever fail at that objective. She needed to get out. She had to give up on the ship. 

Pulling her helmet off, she gasped in a single breath of unfiltered air that smelled of oil and paint. Around her the room flickered, the console and chairs blinking out of existence as the numbers on the bomb passed ten. 

“Lucy, Gaat has taken control of the bomb,” Hugh yelled down the comm, “Brains can’t stop it. Get out of there!”

Her helmet cracked sharply against the floor as she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled towards the hatch, half blinded by tears that had filled her eyes. She didn’t want to leave. It could be her only chance to find him. Hugh was right though, damn Hugh for always being right, if she died then she would never find Jeff.

Only when she got to the hatch did she look back to the room, the reality of just what it was sinking in as she took a shuddering breath. Gaat had tricked her. Taunted her into thinking that his ship was her only chance. 

She hoped the chip in her pocket meant otherwise. 

As her eyes passed over the helmet on the floor, her brain engaged, reminding her that she needed that helmet, she couldn’t leave without it. 

She tripped as she reached for it, knees hitting the steel floor as she gasped out. The helmet was in her reach though, close enough to grab and pull back onto her head.

“Lucy move!”

She didn’t have chance to reply as red digits vanished and the world went boom.

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Avenging Angel: Part 34

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: None

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Security cameras really shouldn’t have little red blinking lights to indicate that they’re recording. It tips off the bad guys who are trying to break in. They know exactly where to aim their guns to protect their identity.

As you walked under one such camera, you glanced at the feed on your phone, making sure that the loop you’d made was working. You didn’t want any well-meaning security guards ruining your plans. You weren’t a bad guy, but you sure were following their pathway. And, you supposed, you were trying to rob Herytoc Tech Inc. But the stuff you were after belonged to your father, so technically you weren’t stealing as much as… taking what was rightfully yours.

You reached the first door and tapped out a code on your phone, then waited for the door to unlock for you.

Besides, you had an inside man helping you out. Quentin had told you what kind of firewalls Herytoc Tech had. He told you where your dad’s stuff was being kept. And now he was visiting his parents, three states over so that he wouldn’t get blamed if things went sideways. You’d insisted.

The clinks of the locks disengaging alerted you that it was green to go. So you slipped inside and slowly made your way through the building. A careful eye was kept out for any security cameras or measure that you might have missed. However, you made it to the records room with no complications.

You activated the code to crack the system lock and waited. As your phone ran the numbers, you heard footsteps drawing closer. A glance at your phone showed that it was getting close to cracking the code, but it wouldn’t be fast enough.

So you fluffed your hair a bit and tried to calm your racing heart. You’d prepared for this. You could do this.

A man in a suit rounded the corner and strolled towards you, expression more curious than accusing.

“Looks like I’m not the only person getting their life sucked out of them for these late nights, huh?” You initiated the conversation, hoping to get him more relaxed.

He just chuckled. “Tell me about it. Maybe one of these days we can learn what it’s like to leave at a normal hour.”

“That’ll be the day,” you agreed. Your phone vibrated, indicating that the door would unlock in three seconds. So you grabbed a credit card and swiped it over the sensor, letting the man think it was an employee key card. The records room door opened and you nodded at him. “Well, good luck staying awake.”

“You too.”

As soon as you were in the room with the door closed, you allowed yourself thirty seconds to calm down over that close call before heading further in to search for your father’s stuff.

*****

*****

“We think it might be possible that your mother is an alpha to more than just her pack of werewolves.”

You considered Crowley’s words for a moment. Sam and Dean had given you a few minutes to get over your HELLicopter ride before inviting the angel and demon into the hotel room. But even with those few minutes, your brain was still working at half capacity.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means that the different factions they were telling us about—the groups of different kinds of monsters—they’re more like different divisions of the same pack.”

“My mom’s,” you finished Dean’s sentence slowly. “So… what? She’s building an army? Getting eyes everywhere? For what?”

Sam sat forward and trained his eyes on you. “We were hoping you would have figured something out from Braxton.”

Closing your eyes, you thought back over the past few days. “It was… it was a lot of science. They were doing all sorts of experiments, like the kind that my dad locked away. Curing rugarus, replacement food for wraiths and djinn, stuff to hide the signs like those contacts for the eye flares that my dad came up with… It was too shiny, you know? Everything was just too good to be true. But I didn’t see anything about some war that my mom is preparing for, or whatever George Covington is doing… I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should start there,” Cas piped in. “We have Victoria, George, and Braxton. Those are the three main players that we are aware of.”

“Braxton says that he wants to help everyone. And he says that George is all about shapeshifter supremacy.” Your head was spinning, and you hadn’t even started into the depth of the discussion.

“And your mom?”

“Who knows?” You mumbled. Rubbing your temples, you debated whether or not to tell everyone this next part. But you figured that Cas and Crowley deserved to know, since they seemed to be a part of the team. “There’s… one more thing.”

All eyes were on you.

“Braxton said that… he said that he can get my dad out of prison. He wants him out of prison, for some reason. But apparently his plan will only work if I work with them.”

“Is that… good?” Sam asked hesitantly, not sure where you stood on the issue.

“I mean, he would be out of prison, which is all that I’ve wanted for the last five years. But why does Braxton want him out? What if it’s better that he stays in? It seems like when he’s in prison, he’s safe from all of this.” Life was so much easier when you were only focused on your father. Now you had to worry about all of this saving the world crap and you did not like it one bit.

You weren’t cut out to be a hero. You just wanted a nine to five and a dog.

“When does he want an answer from you?” Dean asked.

At that, you laughed bitterly. “Apparently, the only way this plan will work is if we execute it on Wednesday.”

“So he gave you three days to make a huge decision?”

“What a gentleman, right?” With a sigh, you started explaining the rest. “He really wants my dad out, for some reason. I mean, he wants me to join his little organization. But he made it clear that my helping get my dad out does in no way mean that I consent to join for good. He… he would rather have my dad than have me.”

“I could have some demons waiting by to snap him away from your little boyfriend’s hands,” Crowley suggested, immediately earning a glare from you and Sam.

Shaking your head, you simply said, “No. I don’t trust you.”

“Really, now? Darling, I am on your side. I thought that was clear from how I’m sitting in this dingy hotel room.”

“Don’t call me darling.” You physically turned to face Sam and Dean. “I don’t know what to do. I want my dad out of prison. He doesn’t belong in there.”

“But if Braxton wants him out too…” Sam finished your thought.

This discussion continued on for a few more hours as the five of you tried to piece together everyone else’s motivations and plans. It quickly became apparent that you couldn’t make a plan yourself until you knew what you were up against, and no one knew that. The three major players were holding their true intentions close to their chests.

“What if… What if my dad knows what my mom’s doing? What if we can get him out, and he could help us?”

Sam considered your words. “We could go see him tomorrow. Ask him. He probably has a right to know that he has a way out.”

Everyone in the room was quiet as they thought through everything. After a few minutes, Dean slapped his hands on his thighs and stood up. “There we go. First plan. Sam and Y/N will go see Kemuny tomorrow. Crowley, you keep poking around Hell and try to get your rogue demons to talk. Cas, keep an eye on the factions that we know of. Let us know if they make any changes or moves.”

Cas and Crowley took their orders and disappeared.

“And I’m gonna head out to a bar and not be back until morning.” Dean grabbed his jacket, the keys to the car, and walked out of the hotel room.

You remembered all of Sam’s words from earlier, but at the moment, you could barely sit upright. So you reached over and grabbed his hand, looking at him with soft eyes. “Can I take a raincheck on tonight? I’m super tired and I just really wanna sleep next to you tonight.”

The corner of Sam’s mouth quirked up and he reached over to cup your cheek. His thumb slowly rubbed across your cheek bone, drawing you even closer to the pit of sleepiness. “You look exhausted. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm.” You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. “You’re the best, Sam.”

As you and Sam got ready for bed side by side, three pesky words flew around the room. They were there when you were brushing your teeth. They knocked against each other while you changed into your pajamas. They tried to dissolve into your skin as you washed your face.

And when you climbed in bed and waited for Sam to finish up and join you, those three words struggled to climb under the sheets and tuck themselves in next to you. By the time Sam wrapped you safe in his warm arms, those three words had slithered into your ears and were knocking around in your skull.

As tired as you were, you couldn't sleep and it was all because of those damn three words.

"Sam?" You whispered in case he was asleep.

"Yeah?"

Shifting slightly so you could look up at his face in the pale moonlight that filtered through a break in the curtains, you found that you couldn't form those three words.

So you kissed him instead. His lips were soft and warm, and oh, how you had missed him. He kissed you back gently, slowly drawing your body closer to his. It was a lazy, dim-lighted kind of kiss. A chorus of cicadas drifted through the thin motel window, creating enough white noise for you to be completely and utterly lost in the moment.

When you broke the kiss, Sam's hand at your chin guided your eyes to his.

"What were you going to say, Y/N?" His voice was low and reverent, adding to the moment.

You reached between your bodies and lay a hand on his cheek, feeling the rough scruff against your palm. "Nothing."

"Mm-hmm," he replied, unconvinced. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled his nose beside yours. "Well, back at you, babe."

After another quick kiss, Sam settled back into the mattress and you curled yourself into him, unable to control the giddy grin on your lips.

He loved you too.

Part 35 of Avenging Angel

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