A The Russians are Coming! Fanfic

Shattered Window

Chapter 1

Attempted Escape

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

This is a re-write of a scene from the 1966 comedy movie "The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming!" If you are unfamiliar with this movie, this will probably not make sense. So if have not seen it... Watch it! It's the best!

Rozanov barely waited for the old car to come to a complete stop before he swung the door open and jumped out. Before him was the large sea-side home that only that morning had been a place of high hopes, now shattered and turned into a place of anxiety. The Russian could feel the tension rise in him as he thought of what could have become of his shipmate, Kolchen. Rozanov bent to a slight crouch, stepping up along side the old, weather-worn car garage that leaned at an angle upon its cement foundation. He peered in.

"Kolchen?" Rozanov called in a whisper, glancing inside the small structure. "Kolchen?" There was no answer, as he had expected, and he cautiously crept his way toward the house, alert to danger and tense with dread and anxiety. How he wished it would all just end. Ever since this whole nightmare had started, his nerves had been growing more and more on edge and his hands shook awkwardly as he held his gun taught in his grasp. Pressing on faster, Rozanov trotted alongside the gate bordering the American's property, gun drawn and cocked. Upon reaching an entrance in the fence, he straitened slightly, glancing from side to side like a hunted animal. He entered, making his way cautiously toward the side porch of the house. Rozanov paused, checking the house for any sign of life from what he could see.

"Kolchen?" He took another step forward. "Kolchen?" The sense that something was wrong urged him forward, and he stepped up onto the porch. The sound of a car engine suddenly caught his ear and he froze, spun a 180 and looked, startled, around the supporting porch beam as a car drove up behind the car that he had stolen. Scared, the Russian dashed inside the house.

Walt Whitaker fumbled to unclip his seat belt. The American was terrified. His daughter alone with Alyson, unprotected, in a house being watched by a Russian Submariner was a scary thought. The thought of harm coming to his daughter frightened him and he knew he would never forgive himself if any harm was to come to either of them. Finally unclamping his restraint, he quickly jumped out of the car. His wife also jump out, anxious to know what was happening within their own house hold.

"They must be alright; Who would wan't to harm them?" Elspeth exclaimed, trying to reassure herself; but alarm was prominent in her voice.

"I'll get the gun!" Walt stated, all shaken up by the excitement of the moment.

"Papa!" Pete called from within the car. Walt turned, alarmed to see his son holding the machine gun.

"Just give me that gun, Pete!" He quickly grabbed the machine gun he had attained from that young Russian only that morning from his son.

"Stay in the car, both of you!" Walt ordered running up around the front of the car. He looked over, seeing that his wife was holding the bullets for the gun.

"Give me those..." He trailed off, to flustered to remember their name.

"What?" His wife gasped, running up to him.

Quickly he grabbed them from her. "...Bullets" Walt finished, finally remembering what they were called.

He took the box in his shaking hands, fumbling to open it; he dropped it. The box hit the dirt, bullets scattering all over the ground. With a moan of frustration, Walt bent down, feverishly gathering them up.

He straitened, trying to load the bullets into the gun. Elspeth grabbed her son by the hand, anxiously dashing towards the house.

Frustrated, Walt looked up to see this. "Just stay behind me! Uh! How do you load this darn thing?! Just get behind me!"

The two slid to a halt, then turned and ran up behind him.

"Stay back of me! Stay back of me!"

"I don't see anybody! I don't see Annie..." Pete wined.

"They must be in the house!" Elspeth exclaimed, moving faster to a trot.

"Just stay behind me!" Walt yelled back, turning to look at them. The machine gun swinging up into his wive's face.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, pushing it away. "I'm frightened! What are you gonna do?!" scared, she ran past him, yelling, "Annie! Annie!" Pete ran with her.

Fear rising, Walt dashed toward the side porch. "Annie! Alison!" He flew up the steps, shoving the door open. "Ali-" He froze as a cold, black pistol was shoved inches from his face.

The American and Russian stood for a moment, looking each other in the eye. Both equally as frightened. Rozanov saw his chance and, throwing himself against the American and knocking him against the door frame, he made a mad dash out the door.

Walt cringed at the impact, but his fear was all he felt. That Russian had been armed and in his house. A terrible thought came over him. "Hey! Where's my daughter!" Walt exclaimed, horrified at his thought. Regaining his footing he ran out onto the porch, seeing the Russian making a desperate escape for the garage.

"Stop or I'll fire! Where my daughter!" Walt yelled. Lifting the gun, he took a shot at the fleeing Russian. It missed, only the shoot down a supporting wire of a hanging flower bed, dumping out its contents. Rozanov flinched at the sound of the gun fire, realizing just how desperate the American really was.

Desperate enough to kill him.

Rozanov stumbled to the side, stealing a frightened glance back at the American. "Нет!" He yelled desperately. "Нет!" He ran forward; He was almost to the garage.

"Where's my daughter!" Walt exclaimed. The American was getting desperate. There was now no doubt in his mind that the Russian had indeed brought harm to his daughter.

Rozanov ducked inside the garage, running forward. He threw himself to the ground instinctively as a bullet smashed through the garage window, startling him and barely missing hitting him. He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing.

Walt ran down from the porch, dashing to the front of the house. Hearing the gun fire, Elspeth and Pete had hurried out of the house, watching as he had taken a second shot at the Russian, who had just entered the garage. "Walt!" She cried. She had been afraid that it had not been him who had fired.

Rozanov got to his feet, panting as his heart pounded in his chest. He spotted the open door of the stolen car and he made a dash for it. He crawled in, shutting the door behind him.

Hearing the slam of the car door, Walt looked up, alarmed to see his enemy escaping. Panicking, he ran forward, out the gate and stood planted on the side of the road, gun in hand.

"Stop! I warn you! Stop!" Walt cried. "Where's my daughter!?"

The black bug started up, pulling out of where it had been parked. Desperately, Rozanov drove the car forward, hoping against all hopes that he would make it past the terrified American in one piece.

"Stop or I'll fire! Where's my daughter!? I'm warning you to stop or I'll kill you!" Walt raised the gun at the quickly advancing car, fear gripping him.

In the terror and excitement of the moment, Walt pressed and held the trigger.

Rozanov jumped startled as bullets began to pelt the windshield.

Walt held the trigger down with all his might. The Russian had killed his daughter, of that he was convinced. It was only when the car swerved and a pain scream tore through the air that Walt was snapped out from his maddened state.

He watching in shock as the car swerved out of control, coming to an abrupt halt as it crashed into the fence lining the other side of the road.

All suddenly became deathly quiet. Walt stood, stunned, his heart pounding in his chest.

Behind him, Elspeth and Pete stood frozen, eyes wide as they gazed at the wrecked car. No movement was seen from the wreckage and dust settled around it as it sat there, deathly still. Walt's grip of the gun slackened and it slipped to one hand by his side.

The sound that broke the silence brought mixed feelings to the heart of the American. It was the voice of his daughter, Annie, calling to her mother. Walt turned, mixed emotions tearing at his heart. There standing in the gateway, was his Daughter, Annie, together with Alyson and the young Russian sailor. Yes, he was overjoyed that his daughter was alive... but that meant..."

Walt looked back at the wreckage.

What had he done?