Title: Going On (5/?)
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the
time to say they like my work.
Recap:
Maria was captured by Kline. He then laid in wait to get Marc and
Meghan. Isabel arrived with them and a fight ensued, leaving Isabel
unconscious. Maria and the twins were taken somewhere by car.
Michael was sure he was slowly going out of his mind. He knew Maria
needed him, and there was nothing he could do. A few hours before, her voice
had reverberated in his mind; a silent scream of "Michael, I need you!" Since
then, he was awash with feelings of fear and anger. Feelings that didn't
come from him.
He paced in the enclosed space of the small cell. The thick concrete
walls were a dull gray, making it seem as though he were trapped in a smoky
cloud. The steel bars that made up the fourth wall were at least two inches
thick.
For the millionth time since he'd woken up here he berated himself for
ever thinking that loving Maria could make him a weaker person. Less than a
week away from her and he was nothing better than a mouse in a cage.
A sudden clanging noise drew his attention. The thick steel door, the
only other feature in the room beyond his cell, was slowly inching inward.
His gaze was riveted on the growing opening.
A man in a spotless white lab coat entered, carrying a clipboard.
Michael couldn't make out make out many of his features through the surgical
mask that covered the lower half of his face. The man looked at him
cautiously, then moved slightly closer.
Michael stood, moving to stand as close the bars as he could get. The
same thing he had done yesterday, and the day before, and the day before
that, while these faceless men asked questions. Where are you from? How did
you get there? Why did you leave? Do you have any family? What memories do
you have from your childhood? Have you noticed anything that makes you
different from those around you?
He knew that they knew something about him. What he didn't know was if
they had proof, or were just working on guesses. But no way in hell was he
going to tell them anything. Let them torture him, beat him, give him all
sorts of drugs. He been stupid enough to leave Maria and their children, but
he was going to protect them the only way he could. By keeping silent.
The man's voice was muffled as he began. "What is your given name?" He
waited, but Michael just glared at him. "What is your date of birth?" Pause.
"Are you or are you not a being who is not human?" He was shooting off
questions without waiting for answers now. "Are you from another planet? Do
you know what planet you are from? Did you participate in any way in the
crash outside of Roswell, New Mexico in the year nineteen-forty-seven?"
When he saw Michael wasn't going to answer, he twisted on his heel and
marched to the door. There was a small panel there, and the man punched in a
long series of numbers. A loud click filled the room as the lock disengaged.
The door swung open and the man stepped through.
Michael moved back to one of the corners and sank tot he floor. This
whole mess was all his fault. Being a stupid jerk, leaving Maria and the kids
alone. Sure, Max, Isabel, and Tess were just a call away, but they couldn't
protect his family the way he could.
He buried his face in his hands. If anything happened to them . . .
There was the muffled sound of yelling from the room next door,
followed by the lock clicking back open. Michael jumped to his feet. That had
never happened before. Someone would come in with a small meal early in the
morning, then he would be left alone until someone came in to question him.
They would be the only two people he would see all day.
Now, a man moved into the room, minus the usual lab coat and mask.
This man wore a three piece suit and a smirk that sent chills down Michael's
spine.
"Well, if it isn't the mysterious Mr. Guerin. I've heard so much about
you." The man moved closer, and Michael could see the cold blue of his eyes.
Merciless eyes. "I hear you've not been cooperating with the doctors. That's
not very nice of you." He moved, pacing in the confines of the small room.
"We don't have time to play your little games, so we've decided to bring in
something that will hopefully how you how . . . imperative it is for you to
tell us everything you know."
As he spoke, the door swung open and two men entered. Michael didn't
even realize that a shout of denial left his lips as he watched his children
and his wife tossed to the floor. He dropped to his knees, a hand stretching
through the bars to reach for them, but they were too far away.
Michael felt everything inside him go cold as he watched the three
people he loved most lie there, unmoving, on the concrete floor.
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the
time to say they like my work.
Recap:
Maria was captured by Kline. He then laid in wait to get Marc and
Meghan. Isabel arrived with them and a fight ensued, leaving Isabel
unconscious. Maria and the twins were taken somewhere by car.
Michael was sure he was slowly going out of his mind. He knew Maria
needed him, and there was nothing he could do. A few hours before, her voice
had reverberated in his mind; a silent scream of "Michael, I need you!" Since
then, he was awash with feelings of fear and anger. Feelings that didn't
come from him.
He paced in the enclosed space of the small cell. The thick concrete
walls were a dull gray, making it seem as though he were trapped in a smoky
cloud. The steel bars that made up the fourth wall were at least two inches
thick.
For the millionth time since he'd woken up here he berated himself for
ever thinking that loving Maria could make him a weaker person. Less than a
week away from her and he was nothing better than a mouse in a cage.
A sudden clanging noise drew his attention. The thick steel door, the
only other feature in the room beyond his cell, was slowly inching inward.
His gaze was riveted on the growing opening.
A man in a spotless white lab coat entered, carrying a clipboard.
Michael couldn't make out make out many of his features through the surgical
mask that covered the lower half of his face. The man looked at him
cautiously, then moved slightly closer.
Michael stood, moving to stand as close the bars as he could get. The
same thing he had done yesterday, and the day before, and the day before
that, while these faceless men asked questions. Where are you from? How did
you get there? Why did you leave? Do you have any family? What memories do
you have from your childhood? Have you noticed anything that makes you
different from those around you?
He knew that they knew something about him. What he didn't know was if
they had proof, or were just working on guesses. But no way in hell was he
going to tell them anything. Let them torture him, beat him, give him all
sorts of drugs. He been stupid enough to leave Maria and their children, but
he was going to protect them the only way he could. By keeping silent.
The man's voice was muffled as he began. "What is your given name?" He
waited, but Michael just glared at him. "What is your date of birth?" Pause.
"Are you or are you not a being who is not human?" He was shooting off
questions without waiting for answers now. "Are you from another planet? Do
you know what planet you are from? Did you participate in any way in the
crash outside of Roswell, New Mexico in the year nineteen-forty-seven?"
When he saw Michael wasn't going to answer, he twisted on his heel and
marched to the door. There was a small panel there, and the man punched in a
long series of numbers. A loud click filled the room as the lock disengaged.
The door swung open and the man stepped through.
Michael moved back to one of the corners and sank tot he floor. This
whole mess was all his fault. Being a stupid jerk, leaving Maria and the kids
alone. Sure, Max, Isabel, and Tess were just a call away, but they couldn't
protect his family the way he could.
He buried his face in his hands. If anything happened to them . . .
There was the muffled sound of yelling from the room next door,
followed by the lock clicking back open. Michael jumped to his feet. That had
never happened before. Someone would come in with a small meal early in the
morning, then he would be left alone until someone came in to question him.
They would be the only two people he would see all day.
Now, a man moved into the room, minus the usual lab coat and mask.
This man wore a three piece suit and a smirk that sent chills down Michael's
spine.
"Well, if it isn't the mysterious Mr. Guerin. I've heard so much about
you." The man moved closer, and Michael could see the cold blue of his eyes.
Merciless eyes. "I hear you've not been cooperating with the doctors. That's
not very nice of you." He moved, pacing in the confines of the small room.
"We don't have time to play your little games, so we've decided to bring in
something that will hopefully how you how . . . imperative it is for you to
tell us everything you know."
As he spoke, the door swung open and two men entered. Michael didn't
even realize that a shout of denial left his lips as he watched his children
and his wife tossed to the floor. He dropped to his knees, a hand stretching
through the bars to reach for them, but they were too far away.
Michael felt everything inside him go cold as he watched the three
people he loved most lie there, unmoving, on the concrete floor.