Here it is, the first chapter of Stolen Moments: Season 3. If you just started reading this series, may I suggest that you start with SM: Preseries and work your way up to this one. This chapter contains spoilers for S2E12&13 and S3E1 Kali Pts 1-3. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary or any of its characters.
Chapter 1:
(Private Jet, En route from New York, New York, USA to Vancouver, Canada - 2010)
"He's awake," a female voice, with a British accent, states. "Perhaps I should sedate him again."
"Why?" a male voice responds, also British, "He's of no real threat to us."
"I know that, but you must admit the whole spitting acid in people's faces is rather disgusting," the female says with distain.
The male laughs, "Well, yes it is quite nasty, but still harmless to us."
"Oh, very well," she agrees. A moment later she adds, "You may as well open your eyes, Mr. Wexford, since we already know you are awake."
Terrence Wexford slowly opens his eyes to find himself strapped into the seat of a small jet. Sitting across from him the young couple, whose discussion he just overheard, stare at him fixedly. They both have the same pale complexion, lean build, and wavy light brown hair, leading him to believe they are related somehow. The only noticeable difference between them is their eyes; the male's are a glinting steel blue, while the female's are an intensely bright blue that eerily remind him of Helen Magnus.
As he attempts to reach over to unbuckle his seatbelt, Wexford finds that he is handcuffed to the seat. He looks back to the young couple with fury, "I demand to be released immediately!"
"You're in no position to make any demands, Mr. Wexford," the young man points out.
"The two of you are aware that kidnapping is a federal offense in the United States, are you not?" Wexford asks petulantly.
"Of course, but this is not a kidnapping, Mr. Wexford," the female informs him.
Terrence lets out a sarcastic bark of laughter, "I was ambushed, drugged and wake up handcuffed in an airplane heading God only knows where, but I haven't been kidnapped? What would you call it, then?"
"You're being relocated for your safety, of course," the male answers.
"Relocated for my safety? Are you serious?" he asks incredulously.
"Very serious," the woman tells him dryly.
Terrence sneers, "I guess you think I should thank you."
"I do not need nor want anything from you," the young woman's words drip like venom from her lips, as her eyes darken, "If I had my way, we would have left you to rot in some dank alleyway. I find you to be a contemptuous, narcissistic, rapacious son of a bitch whose quest for power led to the end of so many innocent lives. Were it not for the intervention of our mother and her team, the death toll would have been much higher. Yet, instead of seeking justice for those you wronged, we were told to bring you back alive. But, she mentioned nothing about unharmed."
Suddenly, the young woman changes right before Terrence's eyes. Her nails become black talons, her teeth elongate into fangs, and her eyes turn a red so deep as to be almost black. In his fear, he pulls against his bonds frantically. Finding that a useless endeavor, he sinks as far into the seat as possible. Slowly, she brings her right hand up as if to strike.
The young man grabs hold of her wrist and growls out, "Natalija!" He then reaches over with his other hand to turn her face to him and says in a softer tone, "Natalija, please."
She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, until she is calm enough to return to her human form. Finally, she manages to utter, "Tell me I am wrong, Vladimyr. Tell me you feel any differently than I do."
"You know I can't, sister dear," he answers, as he releases her.
"Then why are we doing this?" Natalija questions her brother.
Vladimyr glances at Terrence Wexford, before he responds, "Because Mother says he can still be of use to the Network."
"He was willing to kill her to get what he wanted," she points out.
"And I am the one that must deal with that, Natalija," Helen Magnus states from behind Terrence.
Natalija rises, "Well, forgive me for being concerned with your continued well-being, Mother." With that, she stalks towards the rear of the aircraft.
Helen sits down in the seat her daughter just vacated and greets her one-time colleague with a sly smile, "Hello, Terrence."
I know it's probably more than Terrence Wexford deserves, but I do think he might still come in handy. Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading. Until next time.