Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: Carla
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Rating: R for language, violence and sexuality
Summary: Alex Krycek and Sandra meet up again, learning more about each other and
especially Sandra's past.
Notes: This is part of the In a World called Catastrophe series, this is the 2nd one. Read An Ode
to Maybe first.
Chapter 3
Monday was the day we metTuesday I was flying
...Wednesday she was far away
Friday caught me crying
-Chris Isaak "Flying"
"Sandy, " Rick, the owner of the bar, called as she walked into the kitchen. "Do you think you can drop John Traven's order off at the hospital?"
Sandra nodded, they usually didn't do deliveries but John was one of the exceptions. "Sure," she truly didn't want to do it but it was a really slow night and she wasn't making very good tips.
When she got into the hospital, she kept her eyes down, she couldn't look around, seeing all the ill and dying people. Children, father's, young people, grandparents, it was too big a temptation. She had the power to help them, to heal them but at the same time...she couldn't.
She had gone down that road once before, it wasn't a path she'd take again.
It had been right after The Resistance and Consortium had caught up to her and Krycek and then let her go. She had been terrified to stay in the city, so she ran off to a tiny town in British Columbia, Montgomery Lake.
Thinking Alex was dead and fearing for her own mortality, she had hid in her hotel room for a week. She had been getting ready to get back into her bed, where she had spent most of her time, when she had heard screaming from the next hotel room.
A boy had been jumping up and down on his bed, unnoticed by his parents when he had tripped, hitting his head on the bedside table. When Sandra had went over to see what had happened, the boy was bleeding, unconscious on the floor.
Without thought Sandra had rushed over to him, placing her healing hands over his wound, stopping the bleeding and rousing him to consciousness.
Afterwards, she had been hounded by not only the boy's parents but the rest of the hotel, the town's doctor and soon most of the town.
Sandra couldn't have gotten out fast enough, people were throwing money at her, begging her to heal the sick and wounded. One man even had gone so far as to threaten her with a gun, in exchange for healing his wife's cancer.
She sympathized, she knew what it was like to lose someone close to you but she knew, it would never be possible for her to heal them all. And she wouldn't try to start, she had some kind of power but whether it was a gift or a curse, she wasn't sure of yet and she'd be damned if she used innocents as her guinea pigs, to find that out.
After talking herself out of the gun situation, she had tried to sneak out of the town but on the way to the bus station, she had been confronted with a literal town mob.
Before she what was happening, people were clawing at her, trying to touch her. She had tried to fight them off but it was useless. Just when she thought she was going to be overtaken, she felt strong arms encircle her and carry her off.
She had kept her eyes shut, afraid of what was going to be done with her but at the same time, she felt strangely safe in this presumable stranger's arms. But before she could look up to see who it was she felt a stabbing in her neck and then darkness.
When she woke, she was lying in her bed in the house in Calgary, alone.
And she knew exactly who had saved her.
Sandra pulled herself out of her reverie, to find she had stopped walking and was standing outside the door of someone's room.
She was tempted to look, tempted to see who they were and why they were in the hospital.
"Oh thank God, you brought food." John came up behind her, "Let me get my money."
Sandra was completely unaware of his presence and subsequent departure. As if she was thrust forwards, Sandra entered the room, her eyes trained on the floor. She silently prayed for the strength to walk away before it was too late.
Her eyes slowly went up the edge of the bed and before her eyes rose to the person's face, she knew who it was.
Sandra turned around to face the wall, shutting her eyes to the face the haunted her every thought and dominated her dreams.
Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to face Alex Krycek.
"Hey-" John stopped, finding Sandra in the room.
Her head snapped up, she quickly moved to close the door behind John.
"You need to get him out of here," Sandra whispered sharply.
"What?" John snatched up the chart. "This is a John Doe...do you know him?"
Sandra went to stand right in front of him, her face stern, "If you don't get him out of here, you are not only putting his life in danger...but mine as well." She knew she was asking a lot but her instinct for survival was overriding her morals.
John sighed, "No, I can't take him out of here. Let's just call the police and-"
"No." Her words her so strong that John stopped his future protest.
Sandra walked over to Alex's bedside. If she used her touch on him, he could pretty much walk out of there but that was bound to raise questions and that was the last thing she needed. And she definitely wasn't about to explain to John that she was half alien and how her touch could heal.
"Listen to me," she said very slowly. "If you don't help me out then he's going to die because I am taking him out of here, with your help or not."
John thought for a few minutes, trying to think of a way to reason with her. "I can't just discharge a case like this, it'll bring up a red flag."
Sandra sighed, she knew what she was asking was something he couldn't provide but she didn't have a choice either.
"Alright," he finally said, "I'll go see what I can do but if I come back and you, him and that wheelchair," he pointed to the corner, "are missing, then that isn't my problem." He flicked a switch, turning off Alex's monitors.
Sandra worked fast, grabbing the wheelchair after John had disappeared around the corner. She struggled to put him into it, relying on all her extra-terrestrial strength, while also trying not to touch his wound. John was coming over to her house later, despite her protests, to examine Alex and if the gunshot wound was suddenly missing, there would be questions.
Once out of the hospital and into the car, Sandra carefully laid him into the back seat. She climbed into the back, closing the door behind her.
If she healed him now, he'd be fine in a couple of hours, maybe less. They could run to wherever they could, she could leave everything behind.
But then he would leave her behind and she'd be in the same position. No, she wouldn't set herself up for that again, ever. Sandra would take him to her house and go from there, once John had examined him, she'd heal Alex and he could leave.
She tried to convince herself that she didn't care, he could leave and she'd be relieved but as she stared at his face, peacefully asleep she knew she was full of B.S.
Alex started moving, the medication wearing off, Sandra put her hands over his arms, stilling him.
"Sandra," Alex moaned, his eyes flickering beneath closed eyelids.
Sandra laid her forehead on his, "Why can't you just leave me alone?" She asked rhetorically.
"Sandra," he moaned again, still unconscious.
"Alex, stop moving or you'll hurt yourself."
"Love you," Alex all but whispered, his body stilling back to sleep.
A sob came from Sandra, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. She knew if he was awake, those words would have never left his mouth and that even if it was true, he was probably just delirious.
Sandra only managed to get Alex to the couch when they got to her house, she'd wait till John got to the house before moving him up the stairs. As she put the wheelchair away in the closet and absently wondered what the hospital would be more concerned about losing: a patient or the wheelchair.
The wheelchair most likely.
Sandra sat in a chair across from Alex, watching his sleeping form. She wasn't surprised that he was alive. At first, though, she had believed CSM had shot him, it was one of the reason's she had run to Montgomery Lake. But after being saved and returned to her house in Calgary, she knew he was still alive. She had even thought she could smell him on the pillow next to her, when she woke up.
As stupid as it sounded, she had felt his presence quite a lot over the past few months but she hadn't been sure whether it was actually him or just her imagination.
She slowly moved over to the couch, brushing her hand across his forehead. Even though they hadn't been together very long, she still felt extremely protective of him. Part of her thought he was an asshole, a manipulative, lying asshole but another part of her, the one that seemed to be winning at the moment, thought he was a lost soul. She knew his childhood had been bad, he'd had to grow up so quickly after his father's death and he'd cut himself off from the real world of emotions and feelings not long after that.
Her hand slowly moved down his face touching his cheek, his lips. She let her mind wander back to when she had spent that night with him. It hadn't been magical or romantic, it had been crazy and animalistic but it made her feel so alive and those feelings were flooding back now.
She lived her life in such a day to day way, nothing exciting crossing her path, nothing but the same old, same old. But when Alex was around, everything was dangerous and exciting and mysterious. She convinced herself that was the only reason her heart was beating just a bit faster now.