Summary: 'We stopped doing this for IMf a long time ago, this is for him. We owe him that much.' The team have to survive and complete the mission after one of their own sacrifices themselves for the others.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mission Impossible, no money is being made from this, and I'm still coming of the caffeine high from writing.

So I now that I have a heap of stories to update, and I would but I'm struggling with them at the moment and had this chapter finished.

Also a huge thank you goes to CrazyBeaver and PeggsterLover for all their help in the creation of this story. Without you two I don't think it would have seen the light of day.

Your Sacrifice Chapter One

The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all morality.

- John F. Kennedy

The ventilator blew air into the tube running down Benji's throat. His chest rose and fell in a controlled, inhuman, manner. The bruising on his face had faded to a pale complexion that mocked the previous tone of his skin. The angry gashes that crisscrossed his arms had become mere scar tissue and, according to the nurses, the pain they caused had lessened. The bullet wound had bleed overnight once again forcing the doctors to contemplate surgery.

Jane hated the sight. Hated the fact she was the only one around to support whatever the doctors decided. They called it a test, but the only certificate they could receive involved death.

She didn't know who she hated the most. Jim Phelps and his team for failing the first time IMF tried to stop this guy, Ethan for allowing this to happen to Benji, Brandt for helping and not following the orders he cherished, Benji for being the self-sacrificing idiot he is, or herself for not stopping it when she had the chance.

She had stood by and allowed the events to unfold.

She wished she could have stopped Benji, forced him to see what his actions would do to them all, but she couldn't she could only remember that day and deal with the outcome.

"Oh Benji."

Three Weeks Earlier…

"This is Richard Dawson and Jason Dawson, both leading scientist in genetics, physics, and chemistry, not to mention numerous degrees in computer sciences. IMF have been trying to stop their criminal activities for some time now but have never been able to," Benji said his voice drained, his face pale, and his eyes darkened.

Out of the three of them he swore he had to be the most tired. He had been awoken at seven-thirty yesterday morning and hadn't had a moment to rest since. Markus, the man who had taken his position in the lab, had phoned him in a panicked state begging for his help. He had arrived at IMF headquarters half an hour after the call ended, Markus informed him of the situation and together they worked to resolve it. He didn't know at then what he knew now, he didn't know the seriousness of the situation, and he especially didn't know what it meant for him.

At seven o'clock on the dot the past two day IMF had been hacked into. He was still trying to work out what information had been taken or what the hacker had been looking for, in fact he was only certain about one thing the identity of the hacker and the information had unsettled him.

"They may have made their names know in the hotel industry before becoming leading scientists but they also have made their names known to IMF for creating and selling bombs, guns, drugs, anything that could kill or cause chaos. They mostly sell to small terrorist groups and gangs but they've recently up their catalogue with identities stolen or forged." Tapping a few keys on his computer he changed the image displayed on the screens mounted on the walls from one of a man who looked to be in his late forties pushing an older man in a wheelchair. Two single profile images appeared on the screen, "I managed to descript some of the code the hacker used and recognised a signature. Jason Dawson is the oldest son of Richard, a car crash in nineteen-ninety-four killed his two brothers and his mother. The same crash left Richard Dawson in the whe…" Benji broke off into a yawn.

"The same year of the crash was the year that IMF where first introduced to Richard Dawson," Ethan continued for Benji. "Jim Phelps and his team were able to find and convince an informant willing to give information to put Richard away in exchange for a new identity. He died in the crash."

Ethan looked over at Benji who suddenly took a deep intake of air, "In two-thousand-and-three we targeted Jason Dawson, the team who were involved in the case had to abort the mission. No reason was given."

"Where did the crash happen?" Jane asked, she hadn't taken her eyes from the two images on the screen as she tried to engrave every slight detail into her memory.

"On the road to Mintlore, in Scotland, while the family was on vacation from Folkestone, in Kent," Benji said.

"Didn't you say you were from Kent, Benji," Brandt asked, laughing slightly, "They're not related to you are they?"

Benji laughed nervously, "Not that I know of."

"Our mission is to stop them before they target us again. We need to know what they've found out, Benji and Markus are in the process of seeing what they managed to look at, we need to make sure no filed agents are in danger," Ethan looked serious at them all. Standing at the head of the room he said, "We can't be sure that we haven't been compromised ourselves. I'd understand if you'd rather sit it out."

He waited for a reply, the room was quiet enough for him to hear the ticking of his watch, he received three shakes of the head. "Get yourselves ready plane leaves for London is three hours. Benji, do you have anything to add?"

All eyes turned to the Brit. He, himself, looked at his friends awkwardly opening and closing his mouth. "England is midway through winter so it'll be cold, you'll want to wear warm clothing." He continued to look at the others as they laughed and exited the room.

"See you at the airport," Ethan said to Jane and as the door closed leaving him and Benji in the room. He turned to the other man, who had started to pack up his computers, "You really should have told them Benji." he said warmly stopping the other man's quick packing by grapping his hand, "They can help you."

Benji looked up at Ethan, a man he respected, and sighed, "No one can help me, not anymore." He lowered himself slowly into his chair and sighed deeply, one hand running though his hair while the held his wrist, "Not after what I did."

-End of Chapter-

So what do you think? What is it that Benji is keeping from the others? I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, could be a wait. Sorry.

Please revive, they help.