Devil's Silver #8 Uninvited (Teaser)
By Carol M.
Summary: Old enemies return to take revenge against Darien and the rest of the under-funded six
Spoilers: Um, nothing in this part that I can think of
Rating: R for violence, angst and disturbing images
Disclaimer: Don't own them, but if I did I-man would be renewed for a third, fourth, fifth and sixth season!
Devil's Silver Stories : Devil's Silver, Gilligan and Mrs. Howell, Follow the Breadcrumbs, Brother to Brother, A Tale of Two Brothers, Wicked Game, A Wedding Story
Author's Note: And so comes the next story in the Devil's Silver saga. This story will probably get rolling sometime next week, but until then I decided to post this little teaser to wet the appetite. Unfortunately, school and other crap will get in the way of me posting a new part everyday like I normally do, so please be patient with me. Uninvited is a sequel to Wicked Game with A Wedding Story to be taken as a kind of pleasant interlude. I will give a quick recap in the next part so you can remember some of the details from Wicked Game. If you want to go back and read it, it is at fanfiction.net under Carol. For this teaser all you need to know is that Darien and Claire have been happily married for about six months. I also would like to warn readers of some material they might find sensitive due to the Sept 11 attacks. Let me just tell you that I envisioned this story long before the attacks and I in no way mean to offend anyone! Sorry for rambling, this note is longer than the freakin teaser! Enjoy!
Six months after A Wedding Story
Claire looked around the Keep in horror, hardly recognizing it. All the computers had been completely trashed, as well as the refrigerator, leaving shards of glass and vials of chemicals dripping on the floor. The fish tank had also bit the dust, taking her prized Piranhas with it. The counteragent chair lay broken and mangled against the floor. The desks were in a similar condition, leaving all the papers that had been piled on top of them strewn about the small lab.
She once again tried to loosen her hands from the handcuffs that had been holding her to a chair for what seemed like hours. She looked to her left and made eye contact with Alex. Alex's hands were handcuffed to a chair as well. She gave Claire a frightened look, which managed to freak Claire out even more. In all the time that Alex had been working at the Agency, Claire had never known the five-star agent to lose her cool.
She looked beyond Alex and saw Eberts also struggling with his handcuffs. He looked panicked beyond belief. He realized that Claire was looking at him and turned his head, attempting a quick, nervous grin. Claire only nodded her head slightly, not even bothering to curl her lips into a smile.
Her eyes left Eberts and focused on the Official. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was also handcuffed to a chair. Instead, he stared intensely at the floor, a look of anger and fear on his face. She knew exactly what he was looking at. She had been staring at the same spot for a half hour, not taking her eyes away until it had just become to painful to look.
With reluctance, she moved her glance to that horrible spot where Darien lay on his side passed out on the floor. He lay amongst a pile of glass, having earlier been thrown through the glass separator of the Keep. Blood poured from his left temple, forming a small puddle on the floor. More blood trickled out of his back, soaking through his white T-shirt. Cuts and bruises covered his face and throat, marring his normally handsome appearance. His hands were handcuffed behind his back as well, with one of his arms twisted in a very unnatural position. She could see black bruises on his lower stomach, where his shirt had been pulled up slightly. Only god knew what other injuries he had that were covered by his clothes. The only comfort the grisly site provided was the shallow, but steady rise and fall of his chest. He was still breathing, which meant he was still alive. At this point, that was good enough for her.
Claire's heart started to beat faster as she slowly changed her stare from Darien to their captor. He was sitting on the floor, and putting together some sort of electrical device, which Claire deduced was a bomb. Their captor suddenly looked up at her, his silver eyes cutting through her like a knife. A perverse smile appeared on his face. The life she had been carrying inside her for a little over two months now protested internally, and she had to struggle not to throw up.
She quickly looked back to Darien and had to bite back a sob. She hadn't had a chance to tell her husband that she was pregnant. Not that it mattered now because it looked like they wouldn't be alive for much longer. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of the injustice of it all. Everything had been so perfect for a few months there, but things had slowly taken a descent into Hell. She closed her eyes, trying to escape the horrible images surrounding her. She wondered to herself how the bloody hell this had all happened.
TBC