CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

"I might have a way to get us out of here," Bob suggested. He was still cradling his broken arm. He wanted to get it professionally set but not before the group's plans were settled. He couldn't risk that the damage to his arm would be permanent. He'd be out of the Unit. At this point in his life Bob couldn't imagine life without being a Unit member.

"I'm open to suggestions," Derek admitted. There were too many wounded and chartering an airplane would leave a paper trail that the werewolves could follow. He had no doubt that they knew he was a Legacy member. Knowing that, it wouldn't take them long to figure out which house he was associated with. Damn, he was going to have to warn Alex and Rachel. Soon.

"I have a contact along the coast. He has a fleet of tanker ships that transport commercial items between Europe and the U. S. I'm sure he could get us on the next one heading out. It will give us a little time to recover and we wouldn't appear on any manifests," Bob said.

"How would we get to the coast?" Bobby asked. He didn't know much about European geography unless it had to do with some supernatural creature but he knew they were a ways from the coast.

"Andrew's motor home. It's big enough that Nick, Sam and Dean can lay down for the trip," Jacob suggested. He knew the young scientist would be very upset that he was volunteering his services and his vehicle but it was the only real solution.

"That's not exactly flying under the radar," Bob said. He had visions of a huge thirty six foot motor home trying to navigate the European streets. It wasn't a pretty sight. Jonas would be appalled.

"It would give me extra time to make sure the serum is working," Andrew said from the living room doorway. He'd heard the conversation. Glancing at Sam, he knew the youngest of the three Americans was also infected and would need to start on a very high dose of the serum. That dosage he was considering might cause seizures or have other affects. He wanted to be there to monitor them.

"Are you willing to come to America?" Derek asked. He was kneeling beside Nick. His subordinate looked so very young and ill. He wanted to drag the dark haired young man onto the next plane and get him home safely before trying to deal with his injuries. He knew, thought, that Nick would be extremely upset with him if he abandoned the Winchesters. For his part, Derek would feel awful abandoning them too.

"How long is the trip?" Andrew asked. A plane ride wouldn't be long enough, a boat ride just might be. Besides, it would be the best place to keep the brothers confined until the serum had removed the werewolf infection completely. If they escaped their rooms, there were only so many places on board a ship for them to go.

"As long as we need to make it," Bob stated. He wasn't sure but it was what the lanky kid needed to hear.

"Okay. I'll go. We should stop at the clinic where I work first though, some of these wounds are going to need immediate attention," Andrew said. He stood passively while the Legacy members and the tall, close shaven man with the broken arm tried to prepare their charges to move.

OOOOO

The clinic was fairly small. Having the four injured men in it pretty much filled the space. Andrew had phoned his boss and asked him to treat the men before they hit the road. Andrew was invaluable to his boss's enterprise but he was used to the young genius needing to disappear for days on end. It was part of his charm.

"What happened to these men?" Andrew's boss asked. He was a blond man in his mid forties that took as good of care of his body as he could given how many hours he worked. He'd moved between each of the men, assessing their injuries and determining a treatment.

"It's a long story Dr. Harken," Andrew stated. He tried to keep his boss out of the supernatural world as much as he could. Sometimes he was more successful than others. "I'll explain when I get back."

The doctor considered asking more questions but it would be a waste of time. Andrew could be entirely too evasive when he wanted to be. This appeared to be one of those times. Sighing, Dr. Harken turned his attention to Bob.

The Unit member was sitting in a chair. He was unusually patient for a man with a broken arm. He'd taken x-rays and was waiting for them to be processed through his machine. Taking the young man's arm between his hands, he decided on a course of action.

"Why don't you just give him some of that liquid crap you gave me?" Bobby asked from his position near the front door of the clinic. He was standing with Jacob and Tyler. The two men weren't ready to let them out of their sight yet. It was like they wanted to make sure the group left Frankfurt entirely before they took a relieved breath.

"The bone needs to be properly aligned before the potion is used. Otherwise the bone will grow until something stops it. Not always a good thing," Jacob replied. He and Tyler should be headed back to the Legacy house. By now the werewolves would probably be trying to find them. He simply chose to stay missing for a while longer. Jacob was tired. More tired than he could remember ever being before. He just needed time to recuperate.

Beside Jacob, Tyler was practically asleep on his feet. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept.

"Oh," Bobby responded. He watched the doctor like a hawk while he worked on the Winchesters. Mostly the damage was minor but both boys had IV's in either arm, trying to stave off dehydration. The old hunter was anxious to get moving. He kept having visions of the werewolves breaking down the door and turning all of them.

It seemed to take forever for the doctor to finish working all them all. The last one to be dealt with was Bob. Once the bones in his arm were realigned, the doctor put it in a metal and Velcro splint. Then he pronounced them all as being as healed as he could do for them for now.

"Thanks doc," Andrew said as he helped to usher the group back out to his motor home. Jacob handed Bobby a bottle of the potion to help heal bones. He had the feeling the group was going to need as much help as they could get. A quick good bye and the group headed off toward the coast.

"How are we going to explain all of this to the others?" Tyler asked his superior. They were standing outside the clinic watching the large vehicle disappear down the street. The two men weren't the only members of their house. The others were going to want to know where they'd been the last couple of days and what they'd been doing. He wasn't sure if Jacob was ready to divulge all of this. He could tell that the older man still felt a lot of guilt for letting this go on for as long as he had.

"I'll think of something. Let's go home," Jacob replied as he turned and headed to his car. There were going to be a lot of changes at Frankfurt house. He wasn't sure that the members were going to be ready for all of them.

OOOOO

The ship Bob directed Andrew to appeared to be a little worse for wear. Its surface showed huge sections of discoloration. The deck was only partially full of cargo containers.

"Where do I go?" Andrew asked as he scanned the immediate area. Parking his motor home here would make it stand out far too much. He wanted to hide it somewhere where the werewolves wouldn't find it.

"See that ramp?" Bob asked as he pointed at the ramp from the pier to the deck of the ship. "Drive up it. The captain wants to put this thing inside a large container. He thought it would be safer in there."

"I could use my equipment in case I need to adjust the serum," Andrew admitted. He'd really hated the idea of leaving his home away from home behind. Anxiously he drove his baby up the ramp and onto the deck. This was going to be an interesting trip.

OOOOO

"Hello, Captain Long," Bob said. He'd climbed out of the vehicle and offered his hand to the tall, thin man who greeted them. The captain was careful to not hurt the man's injured arm while he carefully shook the offered hand.

"Good to see you again, Mr. Blue," the captain replied, a warm smile gracing his lean face. He glanced over at Derek and Bobby as the two men exited the vehicle as well. Neither of them went very far though, just in case. "I'm sorry to hear about your misfortunes. Please, bring your friends. I have a place set up for you."|

"That would be greatly appreciated. It's been a long couple of days," Bob stated. He was scanning the ship and the dock beyond, just to make sure there wasn't anyone suspicious around. It was then he noticed the three men on the deck standing in the shadows. Before Bob had a chance to come up with a response, the three men stepped into the light.

"Hello, Bob," the dark skinned, tall man said, a smile on his lips. Bob had never been so relieved to see his commanding officer. His knees almost went weak. Derek was able to recognize Jonas, Mac and Charlie. He put a restraining hand on Bobby's arm. The older man was ready to attack. No one was getting to his boys again.

"I thought you were somewhere in the East," Bob said. He felt infinitely better about the trip back to America. After seeing what Sam and Dean could turn into, he wanted as much help as he could get.

"We were. Then we thought that you might need a little help," Jonas said. He was actually ignoring orders at the moment. He knew Bob was perfectly capable of handling pretty much anything but once he heard about his subordinate's broken arm he decided to go off script.

"Any help you can render would be greatly appreciated," Bob stated. He moved toward the motor home. He was going to need a couple of extra hands to get Sam, Dean and Nick to the area the captain had set up for them.