Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fic for Terra Nova, so please bear with me. I usually prefer to read fanfiction than to write it but this scenario has been preying on my mind since the finale. I'm really hoping that they bring Wash back. But first we need a second season, so for those of you on facebook please go and like the Terra Nova page and maybe leave a message of support. And for fans on twitter please go to the Fox twitter page and let them know we want a second season. While you're there why not drop a tweet to Jon Cassar and tell him we want Wash back alive and kicking butt!
She is on her knees, her hands chained to metal stakes in the floor. Her legs ache and her head feels like someone took a sledge hammer to it. Not surprising given the fact that she was still recovering from being shot in the head with a sonic pistol.
A sliver of sunlight shining through the tent opening is her only source of light. She has lost count of the days that have passed since she opened her eyes and found herself staring at Lucas Taylor's face.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was ready to die. Ready to find some peace, but it seems fate is still intent on torturing her. She doesn't know why Lucas didn't kill her, but then, madmen don't usually act in a way that can be explained. And Lucas Taylor is mad. She saw it in his eyes that night (his father's eyes). The thought brings a stabbing pain to her chest in the region of her heart.
Nathaniel... No! She can't think about him. Because if she does then part of her will hope that he is coming for her, and that is the last thing he should do. Better that he believes she is dead than risk his life trying to save her. She can cope with the knowledge that he is in Terra Nova, mourning but alive. But if he were to die... that is something that she couldn't bear.
Why was she still alive? Why? In that moment, when Lucas put the gun to her head, she was ready. She'd made her choice: her life for the lives of those who counted on her, those who were under her protection. Her only regret was not getting the chance to see Nathaniel one last time. To tell him all the things that had been burning inside her for more than a decade. But even the bitterness of that regret had faded in those last moments as she looked into eyes almost identical to those that belonged to the man she loved.
Granted, they had been full of madness and rage instead of intelligence and compassion, but she had still felt some measure of peace before darkness had enveloped her. But that peace had soon been snatched away by the paralysing pain that had coursed through her body once consciousness had returned. At first she had thought she was in Hell, but then voices had penetrated through the fog clouding her mind.
"Why did you do this? What was the point of pretending to kill her and then bringing her with us?" A feminine voice that was very familiar. It took her a moment to find the name she was searching for. Mira.
"There would've been no point in killing her. She is much more useful to us alive," a more masculine voice answers, a voice that sends a shiver of disgust down her spine. Lucas.
"What are you going to do with her?"
"I'm sure I'll figure out something." There is an edge of cruelty present in his voice when he says that, and she has no doubt that whatever days she has left will not be spent pleasantly. She slowly opens her eyes and he is there, staring down at her with a mixture of contempt and interest. Her last thought before she succumbed to the darkness again had been of him.
Nathaniel.
Since then she has been waiting for Lucas to carry out whatever plans he has in that twisted mind of his, but he has been conspicuously absent. Her only contact has been with Mira and a team of medics from the Phoenix Group. The latter had pumped her full of painkillers and sedatives for what felt like weeks whilst her body healed as best it could, and the former had brought her food and a change of clothing. She has to admit that this is the best that she has ever been treated whilst in enemy hands, but that just makes her even more wary.
Lucas has no reason to treat her so well. She is (was) the right hand of the man that he hates most in the world. A reminder of a painful past, of everything that he loathes. He should want to kill her. He was up to something, but what? Before her thoughts can go any further she hears footsteps approaching the tent, and looks up just as Lucas Taylor enters. His eyes are glinting with hatred and something else. Something that makes her feel a hint of fear.
I apologise for my abysmal talent. Should I continue?
P.S. Was Wash shot with an actual gun or a sonic pistol? I watched the scene again and it looked like a sonic pistol but the sound was that of a gun.