Authors note:
This is my first fanfic, so I really hope you like it. It's a crossover of a fanfic of Finding sky and Gallagher Girl, two of my favorite book series.
I know that there is a section for crossovers, but it's mainly about the Finding Sky series so there for I put it here, and also because I'm not sure it would make sense if you don't know about savants from Finding Sky.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Finding Sky or Gallagher Girl. Neither do I own any of the characters, Erin was mentioned shortly in the Gallagher Girl series, but there wasn't much more than a name and a future job mentioned, so the rest I made up.
First Chapter - Erin Dillard meets Victor Benedict
Erin's pov.
Abruptly woken as ice-cold water splashed in my head, getting in my mouth, making me cough. My entire body aching, as I started to move to get up. I can barely remember how it is to have a body not covered with bruises and burns and filled with sore, possibly broken bones.
"Get up! You got visitor." The prison guard said, in bad English, with a thick Arabic accent.
A visitor? Certainly my organization would have filed me as missing (presumed dead) by now. Actually, I'm supposed to be dead, but I's really not that easy to crack a fake molar tooth with Potassium cyanide in it. Especially not when you are unconscious after taking a kick to the head. So when I woke up I was here in 'hell on earth' as I like to call it and they had removed it so I couldn't commit suicide. Therefore, I had no idea who it could be.
I quickly wrenched my hair so it wouldn't soak my shabby cloth, before the prison guard grabbed my arm harshly and dragged me down the hall. After five minutes of determined walk, with me stumbling after, he shoved me through a door into a nearly empty room.
In the room, there was nothing but a rusty table and two chairs. Oh, and a seriously hot guy leaning in across the table. He seemed really tall even though he was sitting down, shoulder length dark brown hair tied up in a low ponytail (something he could totally pull off), tanned skin and a perfect sculptured face, high cheekbones, a pronounced nose and amazing eyelashes that framed his beautiful blue eyes, with a hint of gray in them, quite unusual fore someone with his coloring. He had a serious expression that screamed authority, even though I was pretty sure he was no more than a cop or a low ranged agent, nothing more than security level 3, but he was probably an FBI agent, because I was sure they wouldn't just let any cop in here. Honestly, I was a little surprised that they would let anyone in to see me, not that I was complaining.
After regaining my balance after the shove, I walked over and sat casually in the chair in front of the table.
Victor's pov.
She stumbled a little, after being shoved into the room, but she quickly regained her balance and walked over to sit, or slouch in the chair opposite to me. Damn she was beautiful! Her hair was damp like she just got out of the shower; it had a dark chestnut color. I would say that she was around 5.7 feet tall, and way to skinny, she probably hadn't had a proper meal since coming here. She had fair skin and where it wasn't covered with cloth I could see several bruises. I felt an overwhelming urge to hurt those who had given her them. She had a slim nose, beautifully shaped lips and long eyelashes framing her soulful green eyes. In my head, I secretly cheered with joy, at the thought, that, according to Crystal, she was my soulfinder, my other half. However, I was quickly ripped out of my little cheering ceremony, as she started talking.
"Sooo, this is a new one, after 476 days they realize I'm alive and send a FBI agent." Her voice was rough like she hadn't used it much lately. She prolonged the 'so', emphasizing that she was confused about what was happening.
"Well I don't know who they are and I don't know if they know that you are alive, but you are right. I'm Victor Benedict; a FBI agent." I answered, only just holding back the question where she knew that from. "So, you are probably wondering what I'm doing here. Long story short, I'm here to get you out."
I had decided not to tell her about the whole soulfinder thing, before we both were safe and back in the US.
"How exactly, are you going to get me out of here?"
"Well, first I was thinking about, if it is possible and assuming that you were working for an agency to end up here, then I would like to contact the people you are working for. I figured that they might be willing to help. Therefore, if you have any numbers or other ways of contacting the people you work for then that would be great. Of course, the ideal solution to this mess would be to negotiate your freedom, but that seems, how should I put it, unlikely that they will agree to let you go without something or someone just as valuable, as you. So, I'm going to break you out of here." I whispered the last thing hoping she was the only one hearing it.
"All I have is an emergency number to my mom, she will know what to do. Anyway, the other numbers would have changed by now. But what makes you think I'm going to give it to you?"
"You are going to give it to me, because you know that I'm your best, maybe only, chance of getting out of here alive." 'And if you don't I'm going to compel you to give it to me', I added in my head, hoping that it wouldn't be necessary.
"You are probably right. Do you have anything to write it on?" She asked and I handed her a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote the number down, gave it to me and added; "You should destroy this as soon as you have memorized it."
"Well then I guess we are done here." I said and she nodded. I sat for a couple of minutes not wanting to leave her.
I could feel her eyes on my back as I walked to the door. In the door I turned around and asked; "what is your name?"
"Erin Dillard" she said with a hint of a smile on her face. I thought to my self that she had to be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
I called the number Erin had given me as soon as I was back in my room, determined to get her out of that place as soon as possible.
"Who is this?" a husky voice said in the phone.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Dillard." I guessed that she would have the same surname as her daughter. "I'm Victor Benedict and I just got back from a visit in the prison Lashkar Gah where I talked to Erin Dillard. She gave me this number, said you would know what to do. So I figured you might be able to help me get her out of there."
"Oh my god, Erin is alive! I thought she was dead, I thought I had lost her." After a little while she continued. "Okay, Benedict, I am going to need your exact location. I will gather some people and then I will meet you tomorrow at noon."
After 10 minutes everything was in place and I burned the paper with the number on. I was to pick Erin's mom up in the airport, when she arrived tomorrow at noon. In the meantime she would gather some people to help and I would call my family to come and help.
Erin's pov.
When Victor had left, I had been pulled back to my cell by a guard, who smelled strongly of alcohol and sweat.
The smelly guard had now pinned me to the wall, and was trying to kiss me, the smell was overwhelming, I felt like puking and I probably would have if there was anything in my stomach. I bit his lip hard until the sweet metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. For that I received a hard punch in the stomach, but I knew better than to think that it would be all and I dreaded the thought of my interrogation in the morning. I didn't know what made me fight back, because not long after I got here I learned that it was no use and only made things worse. Maybe it was my meeting with Victor earlier this day and my soon to come freedom or death.
When you think about it, it's actually quite surprising that I was still alive. Considering how rare it was that people survive more than a year in prison when tortured for information. However, that's probably because I'm the highest ranged American agent they have ever caught alive. Therefore, they won't risk killing me without getting any information and that is something they won't get, thanks to my gift. My gift is the ability to resist any form of persuasion including torture, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel the pain. Though I might have a high tolerance, I can just keep my head straight in those situations, so that I'm aware that it won't help if I start talking, no matter how appealing it might seem. My gift was also one of the reasons I was chosen for this job, instead of an older and more experienced agent.
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I'm going into a really busy week, so I probably wont update right away, but I'm hoping that I will the have next chapter up by next sunday.
