The Illusion of Caitlin O'Shannessy
A/N: I do not own or make any profit off of the Airwolf name or any of the characters involved within. My stories are for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Okay, so we're going a little off-canon with this one. I hope you'll allow me some leeway and come along for the ride. The muse has been tossing this idea around for a while so I finally thought we'd try it out. Let me know what you think.
SUMMMARY: What if Cait's really not who they think she is? What if there are things in Cait's past that nobody knows about; things that could impact her life and those around her. Will it ruin her relationship with the only two people that really matter to her?
PROLOGUE
Caitlin O'Shannessy sat behind the desk staring in shock at the phone she had just hung up. She couldn't believe it. After all of these years she thought she had finally been able to move on with this life she had so carefully created without having to keep looking over her shoulder. Just ten minutes ago her life had been almost perfect…she had Dom and Hawke and her work with Santini Air, not to mention the Airwolf missions. Now, in the matter of one 30-second phone call, all of that was shattered.
It hadn't taken much to bring her world to a halt. The ringing of the phone, her cheerful greeting as she picked it up "Santini Air!", and then those seven simple words coming across the phone line:
"Katherine…he's out. Plan B's in effect."
That was it, no hello, no goodbye, just seven little words that would change her life forever…again.
Within the next 48 hours, Caitlin O'Shannessy would be no more and all evidence of whom she had been for the lasts seven years would be wiped clean. And as for those she had finally allowed herself to get close to…well, they would be told to forget her, to move on as if she had never crossed their paths. They would look for her but would find nothing left, no apartment, no government records, no personal belongings. Even photographs they had of her (though Caitlin had been careful about not letting too many of those be taken -she was always good about making sure she was the one behind the camera…not in front of it) would somehow mysteriously disappear, leaving nothing to remember her by. In time, she would be forgotten all together. Just like Katherine Sullivan ceased to exist seven years ago, so would Caitlin O'Shannessy now.
"NO! I can't do this," she thought to herself as a tear rolled down her cheek. "If I do, then he wins again and that's not acceptable. Maybe it's time I take matters into my own hands. I won't let him take everything away from me again!"
Having made her decision, Caitlin picked up her purse and headed to her car. She knew that the phone that the fateful call had come in on was most likely bugged and she needed to find a secure line. About 5 miles from the Airport, Caitlin pulled into a deserted gas station and pulled around back to where she knew a phone booth still stood. Putting quarter into the slot she kept a sharp eye out as she anxiously awaited someone to pick up on the other end.
"Knightsbridge"
"Samantha? This is Caitlin. I need to see Archangel right away."
"Cait, he's in a meeting. I can make you an appointment for tomorrow," the spy's assistant told her.
"No. This is urgent. You tell him I'll be there in 20 minutes and I need to see him, now. It's life or death! And, Sam, not a word of this to Dominic Santini or Hawke, you understand? It's vital." Without waiting for an answer, Caitlin hung up the phone and got back in her car. Driving out of the parking lot, she prayed she was doing the right thing.
TBC….
