Co-written with my wonderful girlfriend and little brother.
Contains spoilers to GoldenEye.
I do not own James Bond or any other character associated with him.
He was falling; falling fast.
Alec Trevelyan saw his life flash before his eyes. He remembered when he had first joined MI6 as a naïve teenager desperate to find meaning to his life. He remembered his first mission where he had almost gotten himself killed. Distant memories of his parents flooded through his mind. His mother's warm smile caused his mouth to form a small smile. He was only a child when his parents died but he felt that they were somehow always with him. They were his guardian angels.
Until today.
Finally he felt a thud.
He screamed at the top of his lungs. He was use to pain but this was a whole different level of pain. He tried to move his head to see his enemy but a lightning bolt of pain stopped him. He screamed again. He was going to have a sore throat when he woke up. That was if he did wake up.
Looking up he saw the satellite dish crumble. An explosion ripped through the complex, weakening the structure further more. His dream of being rich was gone. Now all he wanted was for the pain to end. He heard another explosion as the entire structure began to collapse. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as flaming pieces of debris started to hit the ground. He screamed once again as he felt pain shoot through his right arm. Slowly turning his head, he saw part of the satellite dish had landed on his right arm. If he was going to live after this ordeal, he would have to get it amputated.
Carefully looking around he saw that his luck had finally turned around. All around him there was mangled debris except for where he was. He was in a cocoon but more importantly he was safe. Trevelyan couldn't help but let out a laugh. He was anything but safe. He was in the mangled wreck of a satellite dish with his right arm pinned under it. This was going to be his grave.
Slowly, he let his eye lids close, this was the end.
'Boss!'
Trevelyan's eyes shot open. Had he just heard someone calling for him? The fall must have done more damage than he had realised.
'Boss, can you hear me?' said the voice.
He heard is again. It was a man's voice, but he was not familiar with it. Either someone was calling for him or he had damaged a few more brain cells then he would have liked to admit. Then he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He quickly moved his head to see what was going on. He quickly regretted it when he felt his pain cells working in overdrive. But he did catch a quick glimpse of somebody in military fatigues. Was this someone from the British military? Did Bond actually call for backup? No that couldn't have been true; the man had called him 'boss'. Then it dawned on him, this man was probably one of his people.
'Boss I'm going to try and pull you out. Okay?' said the man.
A mumbled 'sure' was all he could muster as he felt somebody pull at his shoulders. He tried to focus on something else besides the pain but to no avail. He couldn't help but let out another scream.
'Can you tell me where it hearts the most?' asked the man as he stopped trying to pull Trevelyan out.
'Ri…ght a…rm…'
'Well it looks like it's pinned under the dish…' began the man.
Tell me something that I don't know, he thought to himself.
'… and I think we might have to amputate it.'
Trevelyan knew it was the only way out. He needed the pain to stop. He could live without an arm. 'Do it…' he replied weakly.
'Boss…are…are you sure?'
'Do it.' he said but this time with more authority.
'Okay. Give me a minute.' replied the man as he left his boss to look for supplies. He carefully weaved through the wreckage, looking for something he could use to amputate Trevelyan's arm. After a few minutes of looking, he found a jagged piece of metal that resembled a saw blade. He made his way back to Trevelyan. 'It's going to hurt like hell. Are you sure you want me to do it?' A cold hard stare confirmed that he really wanted him to do it. He took a deep breath as he brought the metal down and began to saw away at his boss's arm.
After what felt like hours of screaming and sawing, Trevelyan finally felt his arm come free. He had went unconscious more than once but Lenny, the man who had helped him, kept waking him up saying that he didn't want him to die. He looked at the place his right arm use to be and was disgusted at what he saw. Before he could make a witty comeback, he felt Lenny help him up. Together they awkwardly limped around the debris and into the surrounding jungle.
'How's the arm?' asked Lenny as he began to set Trevelyan down.
'Hurts.' he answered, sitting on the ground. He touched the stub, flinching in pain. He would have to get it dressed otherwise it might become infected.
'Okay well I'm going to find some supplies so we can get out of the jungle. Okay?'
Trevelyan nodded as he saw Lenny disappear into the foliage. He closed his eyes and rested his head on a tree. Now that the adrenalin rush was over, he could feel pain all over him but it was mostly centered on his right side. Besides the arm, he had broken his right leg in the fall. He took a deep breath of air only to hear a grating sound coming from his chest. He probably fractured a few ribs.
He opened his eyes when he heard someone's voice. At first he thought it was Lenny but when he listened to what they were saying he realised it didn't belong to him. The voice was complaining about somebody by the name of 'Jake Wade'. His training kicked in as he painfully tried to stand up. After two failed attempts he gave up and tried instead to drag himself into the shrub behind him silently screaming in pain. He carefully repositioned himself to see who the voice belonged to and saw two men in military fatigues walking towards the satellite dish. Taking a closer look he saw what looked like the American flag sewn onto the sleeves of their uniforms.
Marines maybe he thought.
'Why the hell are we in Cuba anyways? Isn't there like a law that prevents Americans from coming here? And what are we looking for? A secret Russian complex in the middle of the jungle?' said the taller one.
'Just shut up would you. Remember what Wade said? This is an unofficial mission so you better keep quite. And how the hell did you become a marine if the only thing you do is whine?'
'I do not whine!' he protested.
'Whatever you say…'
Alec waited for another five minutes until he was positive that the two marines had passed. Slowly he crawled out of the undergrowth while at the same time trying to suppress a painful moan. Taking a deep breath he tried to focus on what had just happened to him. James Bond had just ruined his carefully thought out plan. Ever since Arkhangelsk nine years ago he had worked on exacting revenge on Britain. Everything had gone according to plan until Bond showed up. Of course being the famous 007, he had ruined everything. Trevelyan began to think about creative ways he could kill Bond. He wanted his death to be slow and painful. A quick bullet through the head was too easy.
'Hey Boss!'
Trevelyan mentally slapped himself for letting his guard down. He watched as Lenny embark from the jeep and run over to him.
'Look what I found.' he said, pointing over to the military style jeep that he had just stolen. 'It was just sitting there waiting to be taken. Okay can you stand up?' he asked. A barely audible 'no' was all he got in reply. 'Okay uh… I'll help you up.' He looped his arm around Trevelyan's chest and tried pulling him into a standing position.
Trevelyan couldn't help but let out a muffled scream when he felt Lenny accidently touch one of his broken ribs.
'Sorry' Lenny said as he half dragged his boss to the waiting jeep. This time he carefully helped him into the seat and even buckling the seat belt. He quickly walked around the jeep to the driver's side and got in. He started the engine and pushed down on the accelerator. Looking over he saw Trevelyan had closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping. He drove in the direction he came in. He wasn't sure what he was going to do but he was going to do something.
I'm not a doctor so some information (AKA all) might be incorrect.