I know I know, throw your abuse at me! But really, I have had no idea how to continue this story, until I figured I'd split it into parts. This is the end of Part 1. Part 1. was more of an introductory part, in which we identify our love interest but there is no real time for growth. Part 2 will be big growth time for both L and Silva so don't you start yelling about the lack of love in this chapter. She is supposed to hate him, for now, and will do so until I say so!
Don't worry however, chapters will come more easily now, b/c I have a clearer view of what's happening in Part 2.
Disclaimer: You know...
Wind whipped lazily at locks of red hair as L surveyed the MI-6 building from the roof across. Her hands were still shackled in front of her and she breathed deeply, trying to get her raging nerves under control.
Silva stood behind her, a small smirk playing on his lips as he took in the ever darkening skies. His eyes drifted to the woman before him who, despite having locked muscles, still shivered against the biting winds.
"Cold, my darling?" he asked, his deep baritone voice rising over the harsh breeze.
"Not in the slightest." L replied, uninterested in making small talk. She was already too involved as it was and was definitely due for a psych exam when she got back, if she got back.
"Nervous than," Silva tried again, letting arrogance seep into his voice.
"Nope." the redhead answered dismissively.
The Spaniard chuckled deeply, removing his large coat and placing it on L's shoulders. She visibly slouched under its weight but immediately stopped shivering.
"Now we both know that isn't quite true." he murmured in her ear, hands never leaving her shoulders.
"This coat weighs more than I do," L said suddenly, trying to ignore how close he was, "what do you keep in your pockets eh? Rocks?"
"Ah my Ellie," Silva sighed, "always have a clever retort to defuse a situation."
L stayed stock still as his fingers traced over her neck. Feeling her pulse quicken, Silva smiled, stroking her bare throat and gazing out over London.
"Where will you run?" he asked distractedly.
L swallowed roughly, her mind clouding over and a cold sweat breaking onto her forehead. She fought the urge to snap, I won't be the one running, you blonde masochist. But instead, she shook ofhis hands and the coat and stepped away, trying to look wistful and contemplative.
"I don't know." she answered mournfully, "As far from here as possible, and as far as I can get from you."
Her voice was bitter and sharp and Silva stared at her, not quite comprehending why she was suddenly saying these things.
"I don't understand what you mean."
L laughed darkly, spinning around to face him. "Oh you don't? Well let me explain to you, then."
Taking some careful steps forward, she glared up at Silva with hard eyes.
"You kidnapped me, Mr. Silva. You forced me to plan the murder of one of my friends and all in all, you've ruined me. Contrary to popular belief, living like a hermit is not as fun as it sounds. Constantly on the run from people who would like no more than to see you rot in a prison cell. I will not go through that again!"
Then it hit her. The reason she was giving Silva up was not because she was an MI-6 agent, it wasn't because it was her duty, hell it wasn't even for James. No, over the past weeks she had been reminded of what her life had been like before MI-6, in the years after her parent's death.
Being involved with a mob meant you were a wanted criminal, no matter your position, and she had been in one ever since she was a little girl and had been stolen from her house. So even as a young child, she had learnt what being on the run entailed. Consider everyone an enemy; that had been her motto.
The fear it instilled in her was still there and it had only been by chance that she had been found by MI-6 agents and her own stupid luck that they had seen potential. She would not risk death over this man and by God, she would not been forced to go on the run again.
"You've properly ruined my life Silva, and I do hope James Bond is worth it."
All of a sudden, Silva whipped his gun out of his belt and aimed it at the furious redhead. His jaw was set and he glared down at her.
"Watch your tone with me, agent. Don't think I won't shoot you."
"No," she murmured, "You won't shoot me. Not yet at least. You still need me to make the phone call. Well give me the phone and I will."
"Fine," he spat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black iPhone. L grabbed it from his hands and dialed James' number as quickly as she could. It was almost over.
Click
L froze, the sound of a gun cocking filled her ears and the barrel of a gun was pressed against her head.
"You don't think I'll kill you when I'm finished with you?" Silva's voice had gone dark and L remembered exactly who she was speaking to. He wasn't any less unbalanced than other psychopaths, just better at hiding it.
"The moment you finish that call, darling." he said and did not finish, knowing she knew what he meant. The moment she finished that call, she'd be dead. L breathed in, yes this was how it was supposed to be, her doing what he wanted but with a gun to her head, forced, not willing. Unfortunately for her, something clicked within Silva's mind as well.
"Oh you clever creature." he muttered, becoming aware of where he held to gun and to who's head.
L's breath caught and she felt the phone being snatched from her hand. Had he figured out her plan? The gun was also removed from her head and two strong arms gripped her waist, spinning her around until she face the grinning blonde Spaniard.
"You think you can manipulate me?" he inquired, "I see through your façade, my darling. You are so afraid of becoming like you once were, that you would rather I shoot you than risk that."
L blinked up at him. On the one hand, she was relieved that he had not actually figured out her plan, but on the other hand, what? Where had that even come from? L lifted her head high and held out her hand, not acknowledging the theory Silva had just shot out.
"The phone, Mr. Silva. I'd rather this all be over as soon as possible."
With a condescending chuckle that nearly sent L over the roof, Silva handed her the phone, snapping the gun back in its holster. Apparently, he believed he wouldn't need it. Oh how wrong he truly was. L redialed James' number and waited while the phone rang. It rang once, twice three times. It was agonizing, what was he even doing. Was there something more important than saving your fellow agent?
Finally, a welcome voice filled her ears.
"Bond speaking."
"James!" she nearly shrieked and she could just see him jumping away from the phone.
"L, is that you?"
"Yes, it is." she sent a glance to Silva, who couldn't hear Bond but guessed the situation, "where are you, James?"
"On the floor beneath you. I've tied the rope off and it's out the window. Did the men make it through alright? Does Silva suspect anything?"
"No, no listen James," she said hastily, pretending to break into hysterics, "I need you to come get me."
"Alright, Q is sending the signal to your guards as we speak."
"I'm across the street, you need to come alone, or he'll kill me. He'll kill me James."
"Laying it on a tad thick L, you know he can't hear me."
"Please James; just come out the doors quickly."
"Alright they're on the way now. Be careful."
L took the phone away from her ear and ended the call, handing the cell back to Silva with a glare on her face and her lips set in a tight line.
"There you are, Mr. Silva. You have your man. He'll be coming out those doors any moment. Now, if you'll excuse me."
L went to sidestep Silva but he grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him once more.
"You are not going anywhere, until I have Bond." he said lightly.
"I did what you wanted. We had a deal-"
"A deal I will be more than happy to fulfill, once we have acquired James Bond."
L's eyes snapped back to the door on the roof and saw two guards, not her own, stand in front of it, guns raised and eyes locked on her. She sighed. L had hoped that it would have been easier than this, that he would have just let her walk away, but no. She had to do it secret agent style. Well damn him!
Shutting her eyes in frustration for a moment, L collected herself for the leap she was about to take, quite literally. Opening her eyes again, they darted just behind Silva's shoulder and her face became white and her eyes went wide.
"Oh my GOD!" she screeched and as she had thought, Silva whipped around, his grip slacking slightly, but just enough for her to rip away from him and begin running across the roof. Bullets bit at her heels as she raced to the ledge of the building.
"Stop, don't shoot!" Silva yelled at the two men, stepping into their view. The bullets stopped and L stood steadily on the ledge, not even bothering to look down, her eyes were fixed on Silva.
"And what are you going to do now?" he called out to her over the ever howling winds.
"That depends," she called back, not letting him see her legs shaking. There was a strange throbbing in her side, but she put it down as her racing pulse.
"On?"
L grinned viciously, "On how fast they get here!"
"Wha-"
But before he could finish, L's ears perked to the telltale shouts of her agents racing past the open window just beneath her. Her black boot inched back and loose particles of concrete fell from the ledge to the awaiting sidewalk far below. She swallowed nervously.
Her arms opened slightly but kept her eyes open, watching the blonde man in front of her. Her foot was now fully of the ledge and she wobbled a bit. Steadying herself, her grin turned into a smirk and she winked wickedly at Silva before jumping back and falling from the roof.
The last thing she saw was Silva lunging forward, his arms outstretched to grab her. Then it was the air whipping her hair into her face and stinging her eyes. She could barely see but her fingers tensed when she felt a think rope beneath them. Grasping at it wildly, L was sure she would simply slam into the brick wall of the building. But as it so happens, she did not.
Her hands tightly secured around the rope, L felt herself inching forward, not at a particularly fast speed, but apparently fast enough to break through a window. The glass shattered around her and one hand let go of the rope so that she could cover her face. Despite the protection, she still managed quite a few scratches on her cheeks and hands.
"You didn't think to break the window first!?" she shouted at James Bond who stood before her.
He wore a self righteous smirk on his clean shaven face and his hands were in the pockets of his suit pants. His white shirt was collared but no tie graced his neck and one button was undone so that she could see his chest. Bond produced a gun from his belt and tossed it at the linguist.
"Well I didn't very well know which window you were coming in through and I couldn't break them all."
L scowled at him as she caught the gun and fitted it in her belt. Finally, she met his eyes and was unable to keep the smile off her face when she saw his grin. She raced over and embraced him tightly. His laugh echoed in her ears, a welcome change from the deep chuckle of Silva.
"I believe we can keep the pleasantries until after." a new voice came from the shadows and L released James from her hold. Standing straight, L nodded stiffly as M stepped out of the corner of the room.
"Sir."
"L," he greeted, and she could just see the barest hints of a smile on his face "I'm glad to see you."
"I could say the same sir." L replied.
Suddenly, their chat was cut short by a loud whirring sound that shook the remaining unbroken windows. It sounded horribly like….no. L's eyes snapped to M and Bond and she nearly tripped over herself running for the window.
"No." her voice was quiet. "NO!"
Spinning around, she rsprinted through the room with the two men at her heels, confused but weary. The three ran through the room and reached the staircase which led to the roof. They raced up the steps, L taking the gun out of her pocket and cocking it, holding it out in front of her. She would take no chance this time.
Reaching the door, L grasped the handle and pushed through it, her gun going straight up and ready to fire. There, just hovering beside the ledge of the roof was a large helicopter. Her agents lay sprawled around her, unconscious or dead, she didn't know. Right now she only had eyes for one man, and he was currently stepping aboard the stationary chopper.
"SILVA!" she shrieked, pulling the trigger.
The bullet ricocheted off the metal helicopter but it still caused Silva to duck his head. He spun around and their eyes met, a wide smile breaking onto his face. L continued to glare, a loud growl breaking through her lips. Bullets flew from her gun, all missing their desired target but leaving nice big dents in the helicopter.
Finally, her gun simply clicked weakly every time she pulled the trigger and James and M had stopped firing long ago, knowing it would do no good. Silva grinned from his place on the helicopter and shouted out,
"I hope we may someday meet again under better circumstances, my dear, but until then, I applaud you!"
"BASTARD!" she roared. There was that throbbing again.
Spots danced in her vision and she tried to blink them away. Fighting to stay conscious, L took a step forward, and another step. She wobbled slightly and her hand shot out for something to hold onto but as there was nothing, she toppled over, her head connecting roughly with the concrete roof.
The moment L opened her eyes, white light burned her retinas and she cringed away. A buzzing noise filled her ears and she blinked consecutively, hoping her eyes would grow accustomed to this hell light soon so she could tell where she was.
"I think she's waking up," someone said gently and a hand grasped her arm.
"Wha-?"
"Shh, don't try to speak, you're very weak."
"M'fine." L argued, trying to push herself up but two strong hands kept her down.
"Listen to him, L," another voice chimed in, "you need to stay down."
Her eyes were slowly getting used to the bright light and she saw that she was in a hospital. She managed to make out two shapes above her.
"Q?"
"That's right. You gave us quite a scare on that roof." he chuckled lightly. "it seemed you ripped the stitches to a fairly new wound and lost quite a bit of blood."
"The roof…Silva…dammit!"
"Calm down L," James said from beside her, "we've got men out searching."
"You won't find him," L said bitterly, "he's probably half way to Spain by now."
"Well at least we have you back, which is more than a blessing."
"Thanks Q, but right now I'd rather have that man in prison."
"We all would." James stated, standing up from the chair beside her, "Now, get some rest. We want you back at work as soon as possible."
The two men left the room, allowing L to turn carefully in her hospital bed and face the window. Rain pelted the glass rhythmically, making L's eyes droop. She was absolutely exhausted and her entire body ached terribly. But her mind wouldn't let her rest. It kept going back to Silva; that damned man who managed to escape again!
Finally, her eyes closed gently, pulling L into an uneasy sleep. She wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but she too wished they would meet again. And definitely under better conditions.
I'm sorry if this chapter seemed a little rushed but I just wanted to finish this part off and be done with it. I didn't really like this part, there was no where I could really go, except the same old kidnaps her forever deal and that's kinda boring. So I changed it up a bit. Silva got away again, L is safe in hospital with a thriving annoyance directed at Silva and the job will resume soon.
EUUURRRGGG!
~U-Hinged
