Hey Capers! Ever thought about what we would have gotten in those final three episodes of the first season? Well, here it is! Vinwell, of course, will be involved. So far, it'll just be episodes eleven through thirteen, but if it gets enough hype (and I mean more reviews than my usual three fans) then I might consider doing more.

So here's episode eleven. It takes place after Endgame, and after my one-shot "A Little Piece of Home".

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The Lost Episodes: Chapter One: Episode Eleven- The Target

History Repeats Itself

Vince Faraday sat in his hideout, obviously sulking. The man had every sleepless night projected across his face. His usual bright blue eyes were dark and guarded, despite it being a few days past Christmas. He should have been at home, watching his son play with his new goodies from the holidays, all while sporting a few extra pounds from the spread of food that his in-laws and his own parents concocted.

All of that was ruined; he was able to forget about his worries, even for a little while, whenever his partner was around, however. With her there, he could see that he wasn't the only one who had to deal with the unforeseeable events as they unfolded in front of them. Peter Fleming didn't just ruin his life, didn't just ruin Marty's, but he also ruined the blogger's. She never came out and told him exactly what he did to her, but it was plain obvious, what with her vendetta against the billionaire. During the holidays this year, Vince got to spend it with Orwell and was able to forget about all that had happened, even if it was just for a little while. His partner meant something special to him, whether he knew exactly how to process that thought just yet.

The vigilante jumped at the sudden noise startling him from his thoughts. He put his feet down from where they had been propped up at, and stared in front of him through the dim light his hideout projected. A smile made a way to his haggard face as his partner came into sight. God she was such a sneak most days.

"Care to tell me why you're sulking?" Orwell asked, sparing him a teasing smile.

Vince just rubbed his face, frowning at the stubble prickling his fingers. "Am not sulking. I'm just—sitting here—yeah, that's it," he looked back up at her and patted at the space next to him.

The brunette just rolled her eyes and sat down next to partner. "Well, I've got some news for you."

He sighed a bit and turned towards her. "Shop talk?"

Orwell nodded. "Afraid so." Their eyes locked for several moments before she began again, "Fleming is requesting a more thorough background check for all of his employees, even those that have been working for him for years."

Vince thought about that for a moment, his forehead crinkling. "Somehow, I think that you're going to tell me that there's more to that."

The blogger sent him a 'what do you think' type of look. "Susan Voyt is looking for an attorney outside of Palm City, Vince. I'm not exactly sure where she's looking, or how safe she's being from letting Fleming know. All I know is what Dana is telling me."

The vigilante took his hand away from his face and looked over at his partner. "You're talking to Dana?"

"Yeah. She's trying to get out of Palm City, too. Peter Fleming is sending his men after her and your son. They haven't hurt them just yet, but they've done a good job with keeping an eye on them," Orwell began, watching as her partner clenched a fist and let it relax a moment later.

"Orwell, what the hell can we do? Fleming's not going to stop until everyone that suspects him is dead. Hell, if his employees weren't so scared of theirs and their own families' lives, you'd think that they would all try to be getting out of Palm City," Vince let out a sigh, lowering his head into his hands.

"I'll keep looking, okay?" the brunette told him, rubbing his back oh-so-gently. "Eventually, Fleming will crack."

"No he won't," the vigilante muttered, "there's nothing that will make him turn around."

"Maybe there's someone," Orwell sighed, knowing that she had no other choice. She hated having to bring her family into this, but they were probably the only way to fight back and win.

Vince sat back up as his partner took her hand back and walked away from him. "Where are you going, Orwell?"

"To work," she looked back at him over her shoulder, "I'll be back," she added with a tiny smile.

The vigilante slumped down in his seat as the door shut. Maybe it was time for him to do some work himself. He grabbed a duffel bag and his cape, and vowed to not let his head get clouded up, no matter how difficult it got.

o—o—o

Release

Dominic "Scales" Raoul had never thought that he would see the California sun shine down on him so brightly. He was a free man now. (Leave it to the idiotic ARK officers to neglect to read him his Miranda rights. Not that he was complaining, though, 'cmon.) While he was rotting away in his jail cell for that short period of time, he was able to think about all the reasons why Peter Fleming deserved to have his throat rung out. By the time the deformed smuggler was released a few days after Christmas, he was more than willing to go through with his not-so-friendly scheme.

Fleming couldn't fool him into making another mistake like that. Honestly, Scales blamed it on a bad day, and just wanted the other man to leave him alone so he did exactly what he asked. Well now, the smuggler thought with a wry smile, a certain hand gesture should clear that right up.

Peter Fleming had another thing coming, if the billionaire thought that he wouldn't fight back. He had a few plans up his sleeve, and there would be nothing stopping him from getting a little revenge.

Scales began to head out, a thousand schemes playing in his brain. Who was to say he couldn't have a little fun getting back at dear ol' Pete?

Meanwhile, back in Palm City, others were coming up with a plan just the same. Orwell didn't like her plan very much but, frankly, it was the only one-hundred percent way to get this to go over well. She knew that her mother was a lawyer just outside of the city, one that hadn't lost a case since she first started almost eleven years ago.

Jamie had told Dana that she knew a woman that could help win this case once and for all. What she had neglected to tell her, however, was that that woman was her mother. If she had told Dana, then would eventually have to tell Vince. And, the blogger thought with a rough sigh, she just wasn't quite ready for that. Her partner would probably hate her guts after he found that out. Might as well savor the moment, right?

"Elaine Fleming?" the public defender began aloud, startling Orwell out of her thoughts. Hearing her mother's name was weird. She hadn't seen her mother since she was about sixteen, when she ran away from not only her father, but her mother too. The blogger didn't even have a real answer as to why she ran away from home. But that was before she found out what her father had been up to since she and her mother left.

"Yes," Orwell replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking any. It certainly wasn't going to be easy to keep Dana from finding out about her familial ties. She was a lawyer herself, for God's sake! "If she can't help us, then I'm not really sure that anyone can."

Dana nodded, though she was still trying to process that thought. Her late husband may never be considered an innocent man again. And now, thanks to Fleming, Marty wouldn't either. The strawberry blonde's eyes widened as she watched the blogger get up to leave. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry. I've given ARK something to be distracted with for a little while," the brunette cracked a little smirk, "you're safe for now, trust me."

The public defender was more than sure that something was going on between Orwell and the Cape. Well, at least someone was happy. (Dana would be happy when Travis finally stopped asking her out on dates. It was beginning to annoy the crap out of her.) "Thank you for your help. I don't know why either you or your friend is doing this for us, but I appreciate it."

"He and your husband were close. I can see why he would want to help out you and your son," Orwell told the older woman, ringing her hands nervously. She still had a smile on her face, but it was nowhere near genuine.

"If you ever need my help, I'm here. You've done so much for Trip and me already," Dana spoke up, receiving another smile before the brunette left from the public defender's apartment.

That much was complicated, however. Dana had exactly what Orwell wanted, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Vince wanted to go back home, after all.

o—o—o

Family Values

Elaine Fleming had nothing nice to say about her ex-husband, not anymore. She had been following the Orwell is watching blog thoroughly since it first started up. Elaine didn't know Peter anymore; ever since ARK started up so many years ago, his wife knew that something wasn't quite right. He was power hungry, all things considered. And, while he loved his daughter and wife, his business started to mean a little more as time went on.

When she and Jamie left a little over eleven years ago, it wasn't because of Chess. It was because of that damn business. He was almost never home, and when he was he couldn't stay off the phone for more than ten minutes.

The billionaire and his wife had fought long and hard to keep their relationship together. Little Jamie wanted her parents to stop fighting all of the time, it had made her sad whenever she came out of her bedroom after hearing them fuss over every little thing.

Elaine tried talking some sense into her ex-husband after she learned about what happened with the Faraday family. Needless to say it didn't end well. Chess was let out when Peter's wife and daughter left, point blank. Sure, the criminal mastermind had been there the whole time, but the billionaire only let his other half take control of the driver's seat when he was completely distraught. That much was a painful pill to swallow, but Elaine tried to convince him otherwise even after she found out that little tidbit.

Their daughter was mentioned not too long after that. Neither parent knew where their daughter was. She could have been in Australia for all they knew. When she ran away from home at sixteen, it was almost like she dropped off the face of the Earth. No trace of her whatsoever.

The lawyer let out a sigh as she looked down at her newest set of paperwork. After the holidays, it seemed that her paperwork stack only got higher. Her large brown eyes grew wider as she read the case file over again. Susan Voyt was trying to avenge her husband's death. And who else was by her side? None other than Dana Faraday.

Elaine rubbed the bridge of her nose wearily. That meant that she was going to be in the same courtroom with her ex-husband, speaking against him for crying out loud. She still loved Peter, despite what had happened over the years, she always would. This was going to take far more than it was worth, she could already tell.

And that's where I'll end episode eleven. So, what did ya'll think? Lemme know in a review!