Hey guys, here's the next one =] I just loved the way Tobey and his background came out in the last few chapters, so I decided to bring them in here =] Enjoy!!
Thomas Connor Evans strode quickly and powerfully into Chelsea hospital, his black trench coat billowing behind him. His thoughts were racing and his hands were fisted to mask his pounding heart. He immediately went to the front desk and upon approaching the young woman there spoke quickly and clearly "I'm here to see Ian James Rider."
"Ian James Rider is medicated under special services, I'll need to see some i.d" the woman replied equally as fast. Tommy wasted no time to whip his MI6 identification badge from his coat and hand it to the woman.
She looked over it real fast, before handing it back to him "And your relationship to Mr. Rider?"
"I'm his godfather" Tommy replied, placing his badge back into coat.
The woman tapped a few keys on the keyboard of her computer and leaned closer to the screen, "Thomas Conor Evans?" she read off the screen.
"Yes" Tommy said.
"Alright, Mr. Rider is in Room 809" the woman said reading from the computer.
Tommy gave her a quick thank you before shooting towards the elevator and heading to Room 809. He was pleased to find the room heavily secured by two enormous men that demanded his relation to Ian, and then ask someone or other inside whether to let him in or not. He assumed whoever was inside knew him because the guards gave him an ok and let him in.
Upon stepping in he saw Ian lying in a bed right next to the glass wall opposing the door, John sitting on the bed next to his brother and his own son, Tobey sitting on a chair next to the bed. All three of them turned to face Tommy as he entered.
"Hey Tom, thank god you're here" John smiled, seeing his godfather.
"Jesus, Tom why do you look like you just came back from a conference with the Mafia?" Ian narrowed his eyes at the older. His shoulder and leg now properly bandaged and rested. "You like-like the freaking Godfather!"
"Cause I just did" Tommy smirked. "And as far as you're concerned I am The Godfather, alright?" He turned and nodded to his son "Tobey."
"Hey, dad" Tobey smiled back.
"Listen Tom, its good you're here finally have someone responsible to leave Ian with while I go down to check on Helen. Tobey was just gonna go down to get us some food. So while he does that I'll go see how Helen's doing. I'm guessing she's a bit shaken up, especially since we decided to have the memorial service as soon as we got here."
Tommy vaguely remembered hearing the name Helen when Tobey had given him a briefing on the mission.
"I see…" Tommy nodded "I think I'd like to meet this Helen that Tobey's told me so much about too. Only say hello to her, after that I'll be back here with Ian, so feel free to go wherever you please-I'll be here as long as you need me."
"Great, I think I'll drop home and keep Helen for a little while too, I mean knowing her she's probably dying of loneliness knowing I'm in London…" John muttered.
"You need not do that, Alaina's over at your house right now. She heard the briefing Tobey gave me about the mission and I'm sure she'll be around to keep Helen busy" Tommy informed him.
"Good, I just run down to see Helen" John said standing up.
"I'll go with you then, maybe say hi to Helen too" Tobey stood up. He, John and Tommy turned to Ian and in unison said "Be good, eh?"
"Why does everyone say that before leaving me? Why?" Ian shouted incredulously.
"Cause you're a hell of a trouble maker that's why" Tommy chuckled as he stepped back towards the door.
"I'll be going then" John chuckled as he and Tobey made for the door as well.
"Give her my best" Ian called after them
"Will do" Tobey called back before they left.
Helen didn't really need to be at the hospital; still it never killed anyone to get a checkup just in case. Plus she wasn't exactly 20 anymore and a checkup plus a while to rest especially after the death of her husband was appreciated. It wasn't like she had anywhere to go anyway.
So here she was sitting up in here hospital bed, when there was a light knock on the door.
"Come in" she called softly, hoping it was who she thought it was.
The doorknob twisted and a moment later John Rider stepped through the door, Tobey Evans and another man that looked incredibly similar to him, a step behind him.
"Hey…" John said softly as he walked in.
"Hello boys" she smiled back.
"Hey Helen, doing alright?" Tobey asked.
Helen nodded "And you? You know you had me worried there when your injuries acted up back during our flight."
"Yes well, broken ribs tend to do that" Tobey shrugged "But it's good now."
"Thank Tommy, who got us an excellent medical team" John said.
"Yes, thank, Dad" Tobey said turning to face his father. Tommy simply smiled.
"So you are the amazing godfather Ian told me so much about?" Helen smiled at Tommy.
"And you, the wonderful Helen, Tobey told me so much about" Tommy replied.
Helen chuckled "Well, let me tell you, you've got a fine son over there. He's definitely one to be proud of."
Tobey looked away a bit bashfully as Tommy looked at him with raised brows. "I know, I am. Although…" Tommy grinned "He could be a bit of a pain sometimes-feel free to take him off my hands any time you want."
"Dad!" Tobey drawled.
Both Helen and John laughed. "I will" Helen replied.
"Well," Tommy sighed "I better go back upstairs to Ian-knowing him he's probably dying from lack of human company and someone to run his mouth off to."
"Yup" John nodded "Definitely."
"I guess I better be heading out then, cause I don't know about you two but I'm freaking starving" Tobey said looking to John and then to Tommy.
"Yeah, do that" John said.
"Alright then, Helen it was great meeting you" Tommy nodded curtly to the older.
"And you" Helen did the same.
"Catch ya later Helen" obey winked playfully at her before following his father out the door.
Helen chuckled after him "You live around amazing people" she said to John.
"I know."
"Hey kiddo, I'm back" Tommy said as he walked back into Ian's room.
"Fantastic, someone throw a party, The Godfather's back" Ian deadpanned.
"I take it you don't feel too good?" Tommy chuckled as he walked over to the mini-refrigerator at the corner of the room.
"Disappointingly there's nothing in there but water and juice" Ian sighed as Tommy opened it up.
"It's a hospital, what did you expect, beers and cigars?" Tommy replied.
Tommy pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to his godson "So how are you feeling? Tobey told me you got shot twice, shoulder and leg."
"Yeah, I feel like shit" Ian smirked, looking out into the blue skies.
"Hell of a mission eh?" Tommy said removing the cap of his water.
"Yeah. Tobey said you canceled a mission to come here" Ian stated.
"Course, you really think I could focus on a mission knowing I haven't seen with my own eyes that you're alright?" Tommy said ruffling Ian's hair fondly.
"You see, that's another thing people do too much. Mess up my hair" Ian pointed.
"Mess up your hair?" Tommy raised a brow "Like there's any order up there to begin with."
"Haha, very funny" Ian narrowed his eyes.
"Not to mention it just looks purely mess-up-able. I mean the way you leave it all fluffy and-Any chick would die for that, Ian" Tommy laughed.
"You're having so much fun right now, aren't you?" Ian muttered.
"So much, godson mine" Tommy nodded.
"How are you?" John asked as he closed the door Tobey had left open and going over to Helen.
"Good I guess. Nothing's physically wrong so…" Helen trailed off, avoiding John's deep gray eyes.
"I know that" John said taking a deep breath. He sat down at the edge of the bed and carefully took one of her hands both of his. "I mean mentally-emotionally."
"Terrible" Helen muttered "I haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to do now that Alex is-is gone."
"You don't have to worry about that" John said tightening his grip on her hand "I'll have you a place to stay by the time you're out of here, wherever you want, here back in Heathrow, wherever you can possibly want a house, I'll have it for you. And I'll have the SAS make sure you have steady income-trust me I'll keep you well for the rest of your life. I mean I owe you at least that much after what I did-"
"John, don't you for a single second blame yourself for Alex's death" Helen chastised him.
"It was my fault. If I hadn't come into your lives like that-"
"Your coming into our lives was a blessing" Helen corrected "If Alex decided to use his last breaths to tell you that himself, I don't see why you still doubt it."
"I…" John trailed off "I guess it's not really this that's bringing what I'm saying out…I guess…I'm letting the feelings that I had for my own father's death out…with Alex's…"
"And why is that?"
"The mission that killed my parents, I was supposed to go on it with them but I severely injured my leg on my previous mission and couldn't go with them. God if I'd just been a little more careful and gone on that mission with them-they could be alive right now! If it weren't for me, Alex would be alive right now!"
"Blame yourself one more time young man" Helen narrowed her eyes "And see what I do to you."
John chuckled. He suddenly realized Helen's hand was still in his own two. He tightened his grip a bit. "I guess" his voice shook a little "I guess I'm just a bit shaken is all. Alex…he just became such a father like figure to me in such a short time…and to have him taken away just as fast…"
"I know just how you feel" Helen smiled sadly.
John looked down as he felt tears brimming his eyes. He felt incredibly stupid, being a 25 year old man on the verge of tears, but he couldn't help it. He felt Helen put a hand on his shoulder. He hesitated a little but then took the older woman into a hug. A warm embrace to calm his nerves.
And he was relieved when she returned it.
After a short eternity, John pulled away and looked down at his hands. He was a bit startled when Helen put her hand over his. He looked up at her.
"How is your wife?" Helen asked. She had gotten to briefly meet Helen Rider at Alex's memorial and found her to be someone she took an immediate liking to. She was happy to see John with such a wonderful woman.
"She's doing alright" John answered, returning his gaze to his hands "Tommy's wife, Alaina's with her right now."
"What about your friend, Ash?"
"…He's there too."
"Does Ian know?"
"…No."
"You should tell him before he finds out himself, that way-"
"He'll know I trust him enough to tell him…I know. But god knows I don't want to see his reaction to it-even after he told me not to…"
"Then why'd you do it?"
"Because….I don't know…I-"
"It's alright; you don't have to tell me…"
"God, I feel so stupid right now…"
"Understandable"
"Sounds like something my mother would say"
"Also understandable"
John chuckled "You're really quite the person, you know that?"
"I've been told" Helen replied.
John opened his mouth to respond but was cut off as the walkie-talkie at his waist went off:
"Evans, Thomas to Rider, John, do you read?"
John plucked the walkie from his waist and brought it to his mouth "Loud and clear, boss, what's up?"
"They're going to do a check-up on Ian and they need you here"
John frowned "You're like the second person on his clearance list after myself; why do they need me?"
"Apparently I haven't attended check-ups in over two months and for security purposes they can't let have me present till you clear me again"
"Fucking MI6 really over does the security sometimes" John growled rolling his eyes, more annoyed than angry.
"You can hardly blame them"
"I know, I'll be there in a minute." John then returned the walkie to his belt and turned to Helen "Well, you heard him. I have to run, but I'll be back in a bit. You know these things, they want a legal guardian present at least 6 months after Ian turns of age-he's shy just one month" he sighed.
"I understand, go on, I'm sure I'll live" Helen smiled.
"Thanks, I'll be back before you know it" John said as he got up and headed towards the door.
"I'm sure you will be" Helen managed before the younger was out the door. She shook her head, smiling.
Upon stepping out of Helen's room, John glanced briefly at the two body guards on either side of the door before he dashed for the nearest elevator. He stopped however when his walkie-talkie went off again.
"Hey, John, this is Tobey, come in"
"Copy" John said drawing his walkie once again.
"Hey, listen, I'm at the front desk and there is a…" there was a brief pause here "Scott Woodson here to see Helen…"
For a moment John could only stare at the walkie-talkie in his palm in surprise. Ash had never gotten back to him after he'd sent him Scott's information so he just assumed they were still working on it. But seemed like MI6'd gotten the picture and done him a little favor. Not only had they found Woodson, they'd also sent him here. Holy shit, he'd never loved the damned organization more.
"John?" Tobey's unsure voice came "Still there bro?"
"Yeah, yeah! Send him up!"
"Sure?"
"Absolutely, send him up."
"Sure thing-and man, maybe it's just me but this guy has an, insanely close resemblance to Ian…it's a little scary…"
John smiled. Oh yeah, that was definitely their man. "Perfect"
"Right…whatever you say. I'll just get going then. Food awaits."
"Right, you do that" John chuckled as he hung up the transmission and returned his walkie to his belt.
And sure enough, after a few minutes John saw a man come down the hall towards him. The man, John observed was tall, broad shouldered and had a solid body. He wore a dark brown leather jacket that was unzipped, revealing a body tight black shirt a slightly worn pair of jeans. His black and white converse showed a bit of wear and tear as well as he walked towards John, a certain vigorous bounce in his step.
And good god-he did look like Ian. If John wasn't absolutely positive that Ian was cooped up in a hospital bed he would have thought that was his brother walking down the hallway right there-that was how much they looked alike.
John was shaken from his thoughts as Scott Woodson approached him. "John Rider?"
Shit, he even sounded like Ian.
"Er, yes, and you must be Scott" John held out a hand to him "It's nice to meet you."
"Pleasure's mine" Scott said meeting the hand for a shake "I was told that you helped out my mother a great deal while she was in danger, thank you."
"What else did they tell you?" John narrowed his eyes.
"Nothing much other than that" Scott shrugged. He paused a looked around, then hesitantly asked "Where is my father?"
"Gone" John sighed "I was only able to bring your mother out of that one-sorry."
"My brother?"
"Killed in a battle not too long after you left home" John noticed Scott's entire body flinch.
"And my mother?"
"You're here to see her aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well then go" John said stepping out of the way of the door, giving a warning glance to the body guards as he did so "Feel free to stay as long as you like-visiting hours are not a matter for us."
Scott simply nodded and went for the door-but then stopped. He turned back to John "Erm, that shirt-have I seen-"
"It's your brother's-Alex gave it to me some time before he was killed" John cut him off.
"Ah" Scot nodded before he went for the door once again.
"Oh, and Scott?" John called after him
"Yes?" he turned back.
"Your father's will was released a while back."
"And?"
"He left everything to you. Everything."
John watched as Scott's jaw fell open. "He didn't think I was dead?"
John simply shook his head.
Scott, still in shock, just turned and finally stepped into his mother's room.
John sighed and decided it would be best for him to be there when Scott walked out. He pulled the walkie-talkie from his belt:
"Tommy?"
"…Yeah?"
"Is Ian gonna live?"
"Yes, why?"
"I might be out for a bit longer-urgent bit of business."
John at a bench outside Helen's door for an indefinite amount of time. It seemed like absolutely forever-though he didn't blame them. It had been a while after all. Sometime in the middle Ash had called him and asked him how he liked the "surprise" and then gave him a few minor details and such about Alex. After Ash hung up thought he had to for the most part entertain himself until Scott appeared at the door once more, Helen at his side. A bit stunned, John went over to them.
"Since there's proven blood relation between us, I've already gotten a clearance to bring her with me. And since she's not injured in any physical way, she's clear for release as well, all I have to so now is sign some papers and she's free to come with me" Scott explained after John had asked.
"That's great" He smiled "Where do you plan to go?"
"I live in Paris-I've lived there since I left home" Scott took a breath "I have a wife, she's American, and twins a boy and a girl. I'm sure Mum will be happy living with us."
"I'm sure she will" John beamed at Helen. "I won't be seeing you again will I?"
"Not unless you drop by to Paris any time soon-which might I add you must do with your child some time" Helen smiled.
John chuckled "I will-" his expression suddenly became a bit sullen "Listen Helen, I-"
"No need for you to say a word" Helen cut him off "You are just the most amazing person I have ever chanced to meet John Rider, and you must promise me to take care."
"I will, I promise" John nodded.
"And tell Ian to be good."
John snorted "Sure thing."
Helen then brought John into a soft hug, and upon releasing him, traced a hand across his cheek in a motherly gesture "Live long, son."
John then smiled, a small yet genuine smile. He nodded and with that Scott and Helen turned to leave. And half way down the hall, Scott turned back to face John and lipsed a meaningful and sincere "Thank you."
John simply nodded in response and watched mother and son disappear down the hall. And once he could see them no more, he turned around and went back to that elevator he'd originally intended to take up to Ian's room. He didn't have to wait for it and immediately stepped in. And as the elevator doors closed in front of him, he roughly brushed a hand across his eyes.
"Jesus, John it's been like…what an hour?" Tommy said as his older godson stepped into the room. He was sitting in a chair against the wall in the most un-calm-and-collective-MI6-agent-like manner possible; legs apart, shoulders slummed, halfway down his chair and his arms half on the rests and half hanging off.
Ian looked like he was a bit tired of the wait as well, he looked incredibly relaxed for someone that was getting ready for a check-up, and sitting in a chair near him was Nurse Anna Raith, Ian's usual nurse. Actually she was the nurse that dealt with anything that had to do with the Evans-Rider bunch. They'd been put into the hospital so many times they each had their own room and their own nurse, Anna. She was a part time nurse, though almost twice as professional as most that worked the position full-time. She used up the other half of her schedule in college. She was a good foot shorter than John. She had jet black hair that she kept tied most of the time and had light hazel eyes. Oh and lets not forget she was a close friend of Ian's and Tobey's girlfriend of three years.
"Honestly, John, I would have checked him up the second I got here, but you know the whole standard procedure garbage" she rolled her eyes "I need you to sign the papers and what not."
"Yeah, I know" John sighed as he walked over to his brother "Helen just got released."
Ian's brows shot up "Alone?"
"No, with Scott" John corrected.
"Scott-you found him?!"
John nodded with a grin "Picked her up a few minutes ago. He's got a wife and kids in Paris; he's bringing her there to live with him."
"That's fantastic!" Ian beamed, still in a bit of disbelief.
"I know-oh and she told you to be good" John smirked.
"Typical" Ian narrowed his eyes. He turned back to Anna "Alright well, now that he's here, can we just get this over with?"
"Sure thing" Anna sighed, lifting herself out of her chair.
In the next 10 minutes or so, Anna changed Ian's bandages, checked him over for any infections or other injuries, while John and Tommy engaged in a rather pointless conversation. Football, the weather, a new parking ticket and such.
"But I'm probably just gonna get Blunt to remove it for me" Tommy waved his hand to emphasize his point "I mean so I illegally parked my car so half of London wouldn't be blown to smithereens. Kill me."
John just shook his head, smiling. And just as he was about to say something, the door to the room was suddenly thrown open, startling the people inside.
John and Tommy immediately reached for the arsenal of weapons scattered across their bodies. But stopped as they saw Tobey stumble in, panting and gasping fro breath. "John!" he choked out.
"What?" John said turning to face him with a concerned expression.
"It's Helen" Tobey said, wide eyed.
For a moment John wondered which Helen Tobey was talking about but the younger quickly clarified as if he knew his god brother would ask.
"Your wife! Helen is in labor!"
Immediately all three men in the room gave a shout of "What?!"
"Yes, Helen is in labor, right here, right now!" Tobey shouted "Mum and-" he stopped himself just as he was about to say Ash and decided life would go on if he didn't mention him as of now "Mum brought her here a minute ago-" John suddenly felt his heart rate shoot up about fifty times and when he failed to respond, Tobey looked him in the eyes and yelled "John, get your ass down there, this instant!"
"I-yeah, hang on" John stuttered, turning to Ian "You'll be alri-"
"Yes, I'll be fine!" Ian shouted with a suppressed grin "Go!"
"Er-yeah-right-bye" John muttered awkwardly before shooting out the door. Tobey rolled his eyes expectantly and ticked off the seconds on his fingers before John came running back to him and before the older could even open his mouth Tobey said almost lazily "Room 709."
"Thanks" John managed before heading off again.
"Good luck!" Tommy called after his godson.
"I'm gonna need it!" was the echoing reply from down the hall.
Tommy chuckled, shaking his head "Kids."
Alright, I know this completely disreguards the things Ash told Alex in Snakehead but you know me, I really don't like Ash and everything he says is bull in my stories =D And as per the ending, I thought I'd make it a little humorous, I mean, men XD We all know how they can be XD
Alright anyway, I hope you guys liked and please Review!! =]
