CHAPTER FOUR
Kylie dragged an unconscious Carey into the room, bringing him a few feet to the right of Fiona, then dropping his arms carelessy. As he fell to a crumpled heap in the corner, Fi winced and looked away, hearing the metallic clang of shackles being adjusted and locked into place around his ankles.
This was all her fault... If only she hadn't agreed to talk with Logan.. If only she'd seen through his nice-guy act in the first place...
But the fact was she hadn't. Honestly, though, she couldn't have. Of course, this reality didn't keep her from mentally beating herself up.
She glanced again towards Carey. Kylie was kneeling beside him trying to figure out how she should revive him so that she could attatch the other set of shackles to his wrists. She raised a hand to slap him, but it was stilled by a shout from across the room.
"Honestly, Kylie! You've put that body through enough as it is," Logan crossed his arms, his accent thick, "What with knocking him unconscious with that vase and all. Find a safer way to bring him around would you?"
The refference to Carey as just a 'body' gave Fi a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Let me," Fiona's voice was strained. She looked away from Carey and then up to meet Logan's gaze.
Logan followed her train of thought and nodded, releasing the mental block he had put up around Carey's thoughts to prevent her from warning him earlier.
/Carey?/ she asked softly.
Carey's eyes blinked open tiredly. Upon realizing what had happened he stood quickly. A little too quickly appearently, because his knees soon weakened and without the support he fell back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. Kylie pulled him back to his feet, then grabbed each arm and shackled it to the wall, getting only minimal resistance from the dazed Carey.
Fiona watched sadly then let her mind wander, a definite feat given the circumstances. One thing just wasn't adding up. Why did Logan grab her in the middle of the night when they had planned to meet the next day anyway?
"Because my darling sister translated the spell's requirements incorrectly," Logan answered bitterly with a pointed glance at Kylie. He must have read her mind again. He shifted from his spot next to the alter and approached his two captives.
"Originally we thought the spell had to be cast twelve hours after the anniversary of our deaths. But the correct translation stated that the spell must be cast, and these temporary bodies sacrificed, at the same time as when we died 76 years ago," he paused again and looked at an antique clock hanging on the wall. "That means you have exactly two hours and forty-six minutes until the switch, we'll be back every so often to make sure you're.. comfortable," he said sarcastically, then he and Kylie left the room.
"What was he talking about, Fi?" Carey asked, finally coherent enough to string together a sentence. She answered him using telepathy, not trusting her voice to keep from cracking long enough to explain the whole thing.
Carey was silent a moment, then, "Fi?"
"Yeah, Carey?"
"Think you could use your powers to pick the lock?"
"Who do I look like? Houdini?" Fi joked, forcing a dull smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.
Carey grinned back at her.
"Carey?"
"Yeah, Fi?"
"I.. I'm sorry I dragged you into this," Fi apologized, looking at the ground then up into his eyes.
"Don't apologize Fi," Carey locked his eyes with hers. "Even if I'd known what I was walking into I would have done the same. I'd do anything to keep you safe."
This time the smile managed to reach her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bricriu watched the scene with a grin. Well, as close to a grin as he could when he was a shapeless ball of light. "Well halo, Little Duck! Seems ta be a fine mess ye've gotten yerself inta this time."
Fiona broke her gaze with Carey and jerked her head towards him, "Bricriu!"
"Shhh!!!" he grumbled. "Not so loud! They'll hear ye!"
"Sorry," she whispered. "So are you here to get us out or what?"
"Sorry, lass. No can do," he chuckled. "That whole hands-off policy is strictly enfroced when it comes ta beginners, unless yer a danger ta others I'm nah supposed ta help ye."
"Then why are you here?" Carey questioned, moving his fingers around in an attempt to keep the blood circulating.
"To tell ye yer options," Bricriu floated closer until he hovered in between them.
"Which are?" Fi fidgeted, she had already started to lose the feeling in her hands.
"One, I leave ye here to fend fer yerselves, or two, I show myself ta Jack and Clu and bring them here ta save ye."
"Not much of a choice," Fi said quietly. It was either have Bricriu leave them to die, or put her brother and Clu in danger. She wasn't exactly thrilled about either.
To Be Continued...
Kylie dragged an unconscious Carey into the room, bringing him a few feet to the right of Fiona, then dropping his arms carelessy. As he fell to a crumpled heap in the corner, Fi winced and looked away, hearing the metallic clang of shackles being adjusted and locked into place around his ankles.
This was all her fault... If only she hadn't agreed to talk with Logan.. If only she'd seen through his nice-guy act in the first place...
But the fact was she hadn't. Honestly, though, she couldn't have. Of course, this reality didn't keep her from mentally beating herself up.
She glanced again towards Carey. Kylie was kneeling beside him trying to figure out how she should revive him so that she could attatch the other set of shackles to his wrists. She raised a hand to slap him, but it was stilled by a shout from across the room.
"Honestly, Kylie! You've put that body through enough as it is," Logan crossed his arms, his accent thick, "What with knocking him unconscious with that vase and all. Find a safer way to bring him around would you?"
The refference to Carey as just a 'body' gave Fi a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Let me," Fiona's voice was strained. She looked away from Carey and then up to meet Logan's gaze.
Logan followed her train of thought and nodded, releasing the mental block he had put up around Carey's thoughts to prevent her from warning him earlier.
/Carey?/ she asked softly.
Carey's eyes blinked open tiredly. Upon realizing what had happened he stood quickly. A little too quickly appearently, because his knees soon weakened and without the support he fell back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. Kylie pulled him back to his feet, then grabbed each arm and shackled it to the wall, getting only minimal resistance from the dazed Carey.
Fiona watched sadly then let her mind wander, a definite feat given the circumstances. One thing just wasn't adding up. Why did Logan grab her in the middle of the night when they had planned to meet the next day anyway?
"Because my darling sister translated the spell's requirements incorrectly," Logan answered bitterly with a pointed glance at Kylie. He must have read her mind again. He shifted from his spot next to the alter and approached his two captives.
"Originally we thought the spell had to be cast twelve hours after the anniversary of our deaths. But the correct translation stated that the spell must be cast, and these temporary bodies sacrificed, at the same time as when we died 76 years ago," he paused again and looked at an antique clock hanging on the wall. "That means you have exactly two hours and forty-six minutes until the switch, we'll be back every so often to make sure you're.. comfortable," he said sarcastically, then he and Kylie left the room.
"What was he talking about, Fi?" Carey asked, finally coherent enough to string together a sentence. She answered him using telepathy, not trusting her voice to keep from cracking long enough to explain the whole thing.
Carey was silent a moment, then, "Fi?"
"Yeah, Carey?"
"Think you could use your powers to pick the lock?"
"Who do I look like? Houdini?" Fi joked, forcing a dull smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.
Carey grinned back at her.
"Carey?"
"Yeah, Fi?"
"I.. I'm sorry I dragged you into this," Fi apologized, looking at the ground then up into his eyes.
"Don't apologize Fi," Carey locked his eyes with hers. "Even if I'd known what I was walking into I would have done the same. I'd do anything to keep you safe."
This time the smile managed to reach her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bricriu watched the scene with a grin. Well, as close to a grin as he could when he was a shapeless ball of light. "Well halo, Little Duck! Seems ta be a fine mess ye've gotten yerself inta this time."
Fiona broke her gaze with Carey and jerked her head towards him, "Bricriu!"
"Shhh!!!" he grumbled. "Not so loud! They'll hear ye!"
"Sorry," she whispered. "So are you here to get us out or what?"
"Sorry, lass. No can do," he chuckled. "That whole hands-off policy is strictly enfroced when it comes ta beginners, unless yer a danger ta others I'm nah supposed ta help ye."
"Then why are you here?" Carey questioned, moving his fingers around in an attempt to keep the blood circulating.
"To tell ye yer options," Bricriu floated closer until he hovered in between them.
"Which are?" Fi fidgeted, she had already started to lose the feeling in her hands.
"One, I leave ye here to fend fer yerselves, or two, I show myself ta Jack and Clu and bring them here ta save ye."
"Not much of a choice," Fi said quietly. It was either have Bricriu leave them to die, or put her brother and Clu in danger. She wasn't exactly thrilled about either.
To Be Continued...