Title: Loss and Revenge
Rating : R for language, violence and sexual content
Summary: Dylan finally finds the man he's been looking for, for 5 long years, but quickly realizes just how much he's changed. (contains a lot of action and a lot of angst.)
Chapter 1: Unexpected hello
Dylan stood in front of the rundown home, his teeth chattering and his breath rolling out in a huge cloud of cold white. He adjusted his collar to ward off the intense weather and knocked hesitantly on the strange metal door. It boomed hollowly against his knuckles and he could hear shuffling inside.
"Who is it?" a female voice yelled which sounded muffled through the flimsy steal they called a door. Dylan looked around the bustling ghetto before answering wondering if he would find what he was seeking here.
"I'm a friend of your husband. I wanted to speak with him." He said chattering at the bitter cold that swirled relentlessly around him. The snow flakes gathering on his thick trench coat, gradually turning it from black to white. He constantly looked over his shoulder eyeing all the shady, dirty characters that stalked around the dilapidated rust metal town.
"He's not home..." she said coldly. He could hear that she was near the door. He desperately wanted to get inside...he needed warmth but he didn't want to sound pushy.
"I've been looking for him, for awhile...my name is Dylan hunt...maybe he's spoken of me."
"Dylan Hunt, the commonwealth captain?"
"Yes..." Dylan said not knowing if that would be a good or bad thing in her eyes. The commonwealth was a dream but for some they didn't see it that way. They saw a controlling nightmare, a system of government that was doomed to failure. Lifting spirits and ideals only to have them crushed in the end. Surprisingly the rusted door slid back and a beautiful tall woman stood before him. Her dark eyes surveying him, taking in his clothes and stature to see if she truly believed he was who he said he was.
"It's cold out there..." she said watching him shiver. Gusts of cold wind blew passed her and into the house making her hair whirl like it was some sort of sentient creature. The cold didn't seem to phase her at all which was fairly odd to Dylan.
"Most people don't come out here searching for people in this kind of weather." She said continuing to eye him and look pass him to see if he had any flunkies in wait. Waiting for the right opportunity to jump her and rob her blind.
"Well, he's very important to me. A friend I thought I had lost a long time ago." Dylan said and the women shifted with disbelief, sweeping her long jet-black hair over her dark smooth shoulder and frowning with her full plump lips.
"Come Inside" she said stepping aside to let the stranger in and Dylan didn't hesitate to enter out of the unbearable weather. Inside it was nice and warm. The fire was lit in the corner of the home that didn't look anything like he had expected. The place looked cozy and modern with a rich amber glow. It was well-furnished and decorated with paintings and various sculptures and nicnacks. He removed his coat and relished in the heat blowing his hot breath on his frozen hands. The ebony women placed his coat and hat on the rack next to the door and ventured deeper into the house. Dylan hesitated but followed slowly.
"He should be home soon. Please sit" she said walking over to the kitchen and bar to brew some coffee. A gauss gun hung at her side with "V" carved in the handle. It looked worn but she looked like the kinda women who knew how to use it to the best of its ability and Dylan took mental note of that. He sat surprised at her hospitality but not daring to mention it.
"V?" he said without thinking. She stilled and then looked at her gun momentarily.
"Your very observant." She said continuing to watch the coffee maker percolate.
"It's part of my job description." He said and she nodded. There was a brief lull where only the drip drops of the coffee was heard but she finally spoke up.
"Vee is my name...as far as I know." She said somewhat quietly. She walked to the table with the crisp brown coffee that matched the smooth brown of her skin. She was a remarkably beautiful women with a radiant strength that made her sensual and exotic. She sat down at the table directly across from Dylan preparing her own cup of coffee. Her eye seemed sad suddenly.
"So why do you want to speak with him now?" She said pouring the cream into her own coffee.
"I've actually been looking for him for a long time...years even." Dylan said brushing back his hair and showing the age in his eyes. He looked tired and warn like he hadn't slept in all the years he was looking...determined to find him. There was a heavy knock on the door and the women grinned pleasantly. She stood and gracefully walked to the door, letting her hips sway rhythmically much to Dylan's delight
"Who is it?" she asked playfully
"It's me...your one and only." The voice came and Dylan's heart skipped a beat. Finally, finally Dylan would see him again after over 5 years of searching. The women giggled and opened the door and the cold whirled in. making the man in the doorway seem powerful and majestic. He stepped forward rubbing his hands together from the cold. He was completely covered from head to toe in thick black wool to keep the chill away. She quickly closed the door and helped him out of his black coat and hat. His hair stood spiky and blond and his eyes were still a piercing blue but that was all that was the same. Everything else had changed and he wasn't sure if it was for the better. He had a power to him that he never had before, an aura of authority and strength. His face was set ridged but always changed when he gazed at his girl. His eyes wondered his home passively until they landed on the blue eyed starship captain. Dylan sat frozen in his chair gripping the coffee mug tightly. He would always wake up every morning imagining what he would say when he found him again. He had practiced it in the mirror every morning but right now he was drawing a complete blank.
"Harper?" he said and Harper stepped back immediately grabbing two huge modified gauss guns out of the waist of his pants and charged them up. Each nozzle was pointed directly at Dylan's head and he drew back. They were huge and heavy, far from the standard model.
"Who do you think you are sittin' in MY house with MY girl sipping coffee like you own the place!? This is MY house!" he said gesturing to himself with one gun. The venom dripped from his words as he frowned deep. He was menacing...like nothing dylan had ever seen before. He was lean and muscular and his stance was wide. He looked wild and out of control and a fire burned behind his eyes of an angry tortured soul.
"Honey please. Put the guns down." The slender black women said softly and Harper softened slowly.
"But he's in here disrespecting me! Sitting in my chair...sipping from my cup like he belongs here!" He took a few steps forward on his short legs and Dylan raised his hands in surrender. In a quick motion Harper redirected his gun and shot the coffee mug making Dylan grunt with surprise and grasp his now bleeding hand. He didn't look in the least bit sorry for what he had done. He just stared with his guns raised high looking dark and dangerous. He looked sadistic...as if he enjoyed the pain and blood.
"Get the fuck out!" He said.
"Zee stop it! I invited him in cause he knows you from you past...he's a commonwealth captain." She said and his eyes widened for a second and he let his hands drop slowly. He gazed at Dylan...squinting.
"You know me?" Harper said...his arms hanging to his sides but jittering...his trigger finger flexing.
"Well I use to..." Dylan said pulling a piece of glass from the mug out of his hand with a grunt.
"You don't remember me..." He grunted out trying to keep the blood from dripping.
"I don't remember a lot of things." Harpers said with a frown like his words meant a lot more then he was willing or ready to say.
"I'll see to his wounds Zee...you change out of those clothes." She said giving his shoulders a quick rub while he holstered his weapons. He slowly walked to the back of the home keeping an eye on Dylan until he finally disappeared into a room Dylan assumed to be the bedroom. Zee? He thought.
"I'm sorry about that. He's always trigger happy after work." She said grabbing a med kit from a cabinet. It looked worn and old, with stains of blood smeared over the lid, fingerprints and handprints. She opened it and inside was a small jar of bullets...souvenirs it looked like. The supplies inside looked crude and not very sterile.
"Don't worry...it looks awful...but it's better for me to dress your wounds with this then leave it open to the filthy air." She said gesturing to the invisible germs floating around and Dylan had to agree. She sat in the chair next to him at the table and dabbed his hand slowly with a wet cloth making him wince. Dylan felt this was his chance to learn more but before he could ask his burning questions she spoke up breaking the silence.
"He's different isn't he?" She said focusing on dressing his now clean wound. Dylan nodded not really knowing how to pinpoint the obvious change.
"A hard life will do that to you. He's been through a lot...we both have. I'm out of the game but he's still trapped in it. It's messing with his head...it messes with everyone's head." She said sadly her thick lips quivering. Dylan put his hand on hers and squeezed gently. She nodded accepting his support...even if he was a stranger.
"What is "the game"?" Dylan asked.
"It's none of your business." Came a cold voice. Harper sauntered out from the bedroom in a tight black tank and black cargo pants. His arms were strong and muscular but not overly so. His tough guy attitude that he exuded made you forget about his small stature...he seemed like a giant with all the confidence he was oozing. He walked up to the table setting both is weapons down on the table with a loud clunk that made Dylan wince but Vee looked calm. He turned the chair around backwards and straddled it. He slid one of the guns across the table and Dylan caught it before it clattered to the floor. There blue eyes met and Dylan looked confused.
"Alright, I'm all ears. Tell me about me and if for a second I think you lying then I'm gonna pick up my gun and blow your brains out. That is unless you can get to yours first..." Harper said and Dylan laughed but soon realized that Harper wasn't joking at all. Vee gracefully stood, gathering her things and obviously trying to get out of the crossfire. She took the rest of her coffee and stood behind the bar. All Dylan could think of was how insane this was and how he had never pictured them meeting on these terms. Harper just stared at Dylan and Dylan was sure that no matter what he said right now Harper would grab that gun...
TBC...
Rating : R for language, violence and sexual content
Summary: Dylan finally finds the man he's been looking for, for 5 long years, but quickly realizes just how much he's changed. (contains a lot of action and a lot of angst.)
Chapter 1: Unexpected hello
Dylan stood in front of the rundown home, his teeth chattering and his breath rolling out in a huge cloud of cold white. He adjusted his collar to ward off the intense weather and knocked hesitantly on the strange metal door. It boomed hollowly against his knuckles and he could hear shuffling inside.
"Who is it?" a female voice yelled which sounded muffled through the flimsy steal they called a door. Dylan looked around the bustling ghetto before answering wondering if he would find what he was seeking here.
"I'm a friend of your husband. I wanted to speak with him." He said chattering at the bitter cold that swirled relentlessly around him. The snow flakes gathering on his thick trench coat, gradually turning it from black to white. He constantly looked over his shoulder eyeing all the shady, dirty characters that stalked around the dilapidated rust metal town.
"He's not home..." she said coldly. He could hear that she was near the door. He desperately wanted to get inside...he needed warmth but he didn't want to sound pushy.
"I've been looking for him, for awhile...my name is Dylan hunt...maybe he's spoken of me."
"Dylan Hunt, the commonwealth captain?"
"Yes..." Dylan said not knowing if that would be a good or bad thing in her eyes. The commonwealth was a dream but for some they didn't see it that way. They saw a controlling nightmare, a system of government that was doomed to failure. Lifting spirits and ideals only to have them crushed in the end. Surprisingly the rusted door slid back and a beautiful tall woman stood before him. Her dark eyes surveying him, taking in his clothes and stature to see if she truly believed he was who he said he was.
"It's cold out there..." she said watching him shiver. Gusts of cold wind blew passed her and into the house making her hair whirl like it was some sort of sentient creature. The cold didn't seem to phase her at all which was fairly odd to Dylan.
"Most people don't come out here searching for people in this kind of weather." She said continuing to eye him and look pass him to see if he had any flunkies in wait. Waiting for the right opportunity to jump her and rob her blind.
"Well, he's very important to me. A friend I thought I had lost a long time ago." Dylan said and the women shifted with disbelief, sweeping her long jet-black hair over her dark smooth shoulder and frowning with her full plump lips.
"Come Inside" she said stepping aside to let the stranger in and Dylan didn't hesitate to enter out of the unbearable weather. Inside it was nice and warm. The fire was lit in the corner of the home that didn't look anything like he had expected. The place looked cozy and modern with a rich amber glow. It was well-furnished and decorated with paintings and various sculptures and nicnacks. He removed his coat and relished in the heat blowing his hot breath on his frozen hands. The ebony women placed his coat and hat on the rack next to the door and ventured deeper into the house. Dylan hesitated but followed slowly.
"He should be home soon. Please sit" she said walking over to the kitchen and bar to brew some coffee. A gauss gun hung at her side with "V" carved in the handle. It looked worn but she looked like the kinda women who knew how to use it to the best of its ability and Dylan took mental note of that. He sat surprised at her hospitality but not daring to mention it.
"V?" he said without thinking. She stilled and then looked at her gun momentarily.
"Your very observant." She said continuing to watch the coffee maker percolate.
"It's part of my job description." He said and she nodded. There was a brief lull where only the drip drops of the coffee was heard but she finally spoke up.
"Vee is my name...as far as I know." She said somewhat quietly. She walked to the table with the crisp brown coffee that matched the smooth brown of her skin. She was a remarkably beautiful women with a radiant strength that made her sensual and exotic. She sat down at the table directly across from Dylan preparing her own cup of coffee. Her eye seemed sad suddenly.
"So why do you want to speak with him now?" She said pouring the cream into her own coffee.
"I've actually been looking for him for a long time...years even." Dylan said brushing back his hair and showing the age in his eyes. He looked tired and warn like he hadn't slept in all the years he was looking...determined to find him. There was a heavy knock on the door and the women grinned pleasantly. She stood and gracefully walked to the door, letting her hips sway rhythmically much to Dylan's delight
"Who is it?" she asked playfully
"It's me...your one and only." The voice came and Dylan's heart skipped a beat. Finally, finally Dylan would see him again after over 5 years of searching. The women giggled and opened the door and the cold whirled in. making the man in the doorway seem powerful and majestic. He stepped forward rubbing his hands together from the cold. He was completely covered from head to toe in thick black wool to keep the chill away. She quickly closed the door and helped him out of his black coat and hat. His hair stood spiky and blond and his eyes were still a piercing blue but that was all that was the same. Everything else had changed and he wasn't sure if it was for the better. He had a power to him that he never had before, an aura of authority and strength. His face was set ridged but always changed when he gazed at his girl. His eyes wondered his home passively until they landed on the blue eyed starship captain. Dylan sat frozen in his chair gripping the coffee mug tightly. He would always wake up every morning imagining what he would say when he found him again. He had practiced it in the mirror every morning but right now he was drawing a complete blank.
"Harper?" he said and Harper stepped back immediately grabbing two huge modified gauss guns out of the waist of his pants and charged them up. Each nozzle was pointed directly at Dylan's head and he drew back. They were huge and heavy, far from the standard model.
"Who do you think you are sittin' in MY house with MY girl sipping coffee like you own the place!? This is MY house!" he said gesturing to himself with one gun. The venom dripped from his words as he frowned deep. He was menacing...like nothing dylan had ever seen before. He was lean and muscular and his stance was wide. He looked wild and out of control and a fire burned behind his eyes of an angry tortured soul.
"Honey please. Put the guns down." The slender black women said softly and Harper softened slowly.
"But he's in here disrespecting me! Sitting in my chair...sipping from my cup like he belongs here!" He took a few steps forward on his short legs and Dylan raised his hands in surrender. In a quick motion Harper redirected his gun and shot the coffee mug making Dylan grunt with surprise and grasp his now bleeding hand. He didn't look in the least bit sorry for what he had done. He just stared with his guns raised high looking dark and dangerous. He looked sadistic...as if he enjoyed the pain and blood.
"Get the fuck out!" He said.
"Zee stop it! I invited him in cause he knows you from you past...he's a commonwealth captain." She said and his eyes widened for a second and he let his hands drop slowly. He gazed at Dylan...squinting.
"You know me?" Harper said...his arms hanging to his sides but jittering...his trigger finger flexing.
"Well I use to..." Dylan said pulling a piece of glass from the mug out of his hand with a grunt.
"You don't remember me..." He grunted out trying to keep the blood from dripping.
"I don't remember a lot of things." Harpers said with a frown like his words meant a lot more then he was willing or ready to say.
"I'll see to his wounds Zee...you change out of those clothes." She said giving his shoulders a quick rub while he holstered his weapons. He slowly walked to the back of the home keeping an eye on Dylan until he finally disappeared into a room Dylan assumed to be the bedroom. Zee? He thought.
"I'm sorry about that. He's always trigger happy after work." She said grabbing a med kit from a cabinet. It looked worn and old, with stains of blood smeared over the lid, fingerprints and handprints. She opened it and inside was a small jar of bullets...souvenirs it looked like. The supplies inside looked crude and not very sterile.
"Don't worry...it looks awful...but it's better for me to dress your wounds with this then leave it open to the filthy air." She said gesturing to the invisible germs floating around and Dylan had to agree. She sat in the chair next to him at the table and dabbed his hand slowly with a wet cloth making him wince. Dylan felt this was his chance to learn more but before he could ask his burning questions she spoke up breaking the silence.
"He's different isn't he?" She said focusing on dressing his now clean wound. Dylan nodded not really knowing how to pinpoint the obvious change.
"A hard life will do that to you. He's been through a lot...we both have. I'm out of the game but he's still trapped in it. It's messing with his head...it messes with everyone's head." She said sadly her thick lips quivering. Dylan put his hand on hers and squeezed gently. She nodded accepting his support...even if he was a stranger.
"What is "the game"?" Dylan asked.
"It's none of your business." Came a cold voice. Harper sauntered out from the bedroom in a tight black tank and black cargo pants. His arms were strong and muscular but not overly so. His tough guy attitude that he exuded made you forget about his small stature...he seemed like a giant with all the confidence he was oozing. He walked up to the table setting both is weapons down on the table with a loud clunk that made Dylan wince but Vee looked calm. He turned the chair around backwards and straddled it. He slid one of the guns across the table and Dylan caught it before it clattered to the floor. There blue eyes met and Dylan looked confused.
"Alright, I'm all ears. Tell me about me and if for a second I think you lying then I'm gonna pick up my gun and blow your brains out. That is unless you can get to yours first..." Harper said and Dylan laughed but soon realized that Harper wasn't joking at all. Vee gracefully stood, gathering her things and obviously trying to get out of the crossfire. She took the rest of her coffee and stood behind the bar. All Dylan could think of was how insane this was and how he had never pictured them meeting on these terms. Harper just stared at Dylan and Dylan was sure that no matter what he said right now Harper would grab that gun...
TBC...