"Orphans Beloved: "My Freakin' Valentine…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended…
Saturday, February 14, 2015…
Northern Canada… (Very northern but if you keep asking, that nice young man or woman ringing your doorbell will have to kill you.)…A guard gate of Her Majesty's Special Forces' secret base…Illegally, depending on the Canadian government in power, planted on Canadian Arctic soil.
A guard gate currently in serious disarray…Though less from the attack without, than that from within…Smoke billowing out from the rather blasted base, guards all about fleeing in panic, a considerable number dead in the snow leading back into the compound.
"Art…" Donnie Hendrix hurrying over from his post to help the wounded Art Bell… "We couldn'ta done all this? Could we?" he stared.
Art leaning on him, staring around…Catching sight of the figure struggling their way. "Helena?! Over…Here!" he waved.
Helena scurrying their way in white parka with hood snatched during her escape, triggered on hearing the blasts at the compound gate, Arthur having managed to slip in earlier in phony uniform through offices of an old Canadian Army buddy in debt to him over a bit of life-saving years ago.
"Oh, Arthur…Hello, sweet brother-in-law married to nervous sestra…" she beamed at the two.
My heroes…
And once again Arthur so brave…Like with Proleithians when he all alone, no weapon, stopped them and saved me.
Oh…Like Sir Arthur...
Sorry, Jesse…But must go with gallant knight guy. And I owe sestra Beth duty of caring for her guy.
"I am so…Arthur? You are hurt?" she gaped at his groaning and clutching of his side. "Lovably heavy-set brother-in-law?! We must shake leg, yes? You have car or something? You get, I watch gate and Arthur." To his nod, Donnie hurrying off.
"Arthur? You just rest on me here. We go soon as brother-in-law returns, eh?"
"Ok…" he gasped.
"Arthur…You saved me, like promise." She beamed. "You are so good. Thanks you."
"You…Seemed…To be…Doing pretty good…On your…Own." He managed.
"Only cause you were so brave…Arthur?" she anxiously scanned his wound. "Please…You cannot die…"
"Sarah'll be pissed?" he managed a grin.
"No…" she eyed him. "Beth will be angry...And I will be lost…Forever…" she breathed. "Please…" she gave wan smile… "You are my first valentine. Don't break my heart."
"Then I guess…I'll have to live…" he got out. Closing eyes… As a horn blast came. She looked over in relief.
Snow starting to fall heavily now…As she looked to see Donnie in jeep heading their way…Sestra Alison driving with anxious expression, waving as she pulled up.
Phew…
And phew that this snowfall makes hard to see…Both to avoid pursuit and…
She dropped the severed head of Paul Dierden she'd been carrying since said severing as prelude to her escape, discreetly in the snow, gripping Art with both hands now as she led him over.
Lil' Valentine's gift for sestra twin, but enough to tell her Major Dierden will not be in position to sell us out for Queen and country again, thanks.
Hey…No need to have guys think they weren't needed.