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A/N: Not sure how realistic this is at the moment, but, oh well. Also, sorry if these stories are moving a little slowly at the moment, the good things are yet to come, and will be coming up in a few more chapters. I put the disclaimer here because I'm not sure if I put one on yet (oops) but that is the disclaimer for the season.
Acknowledgements: I would like thank all those who have reviewed. Sorry to those people who reviewed on a story when I had them separately and the review was lost when I put them together. I just want to let you know that the review was appreciated. And the biggest thanks goes to my sister Cloey who gives me ideas and helps me write!
Now, on with the story…
To Hell and Back!
Everything sped past the window as the plane glided back down to earth. The jolt jerked Luka forward and back slightly as it landed, speeding down the runway at a dizzying speed. Flying wasn't number one on Luka's list of favorite things. But a desperate time called for desperate measures, and right now was definitely a desperate time.
There was a sound and a woman said, "The weather outside is 79 degrees. We hope you've enjoyed your flight and will check out World Air again."
Oh, sure! I thoroughly enjoyed this flight! Trying to call around and find out where Koryn Watkins works in Colombia so that when I get there I can find the twins, while the man behind me is complaining about every little thing! Luka thought.
The plane stopped completely and people started to get up, opening the compartments above them to bring out bags and other items. Luka unbuckled the seat belt and grabbed his backpack, waiting for the other people who were in his row to get their bags from the compartment overhead and move on. He was glad he hadn't stored his things up there, seeing how all the bags had been jostled around during the turbulence they had encountered in the flight.
The people slammed the door shut and moved ahead, giving Luka some space to slip out. He was prevented from moving, however, when a child from the row ahead of him quickly moved out in front him. Luka stopped and looked around at the other passengers. He looked behind him just in time to see the man who had complained about everything open the overhead compartment by his row. A large bag fell out hitting him on the head.
"Ow!" the man shouted. "You people should put some kind of warning that bags fly out of here when opened!"
"They do," Luka said, pointing at the sign and reading it. "Be careful when opening. Items may be moved around during flight."
"Shut up buddy," the man snarled and picked his bag up off the floor.
Luka smiled and looked in front of him again. The line was moving ahead now, and Luka quickly joined all the other passengers deplaning. The flight attendants were standing by the door, smiling and saying goodbye in both English and Spanish. Luka smiled and nodded his head politely as he stepped into the terminal and walked up to the airport.
Stepping into the airport he followed the signs to the baggage claim and waited with everyone else until the bags began moving around. When Luka's small duffel came he picked it up and followed the signs to the rental car station.
After he had rented his car he stopped outside with the keys into the heat. He found the car he had rented and got inside. He opened up his backpack and found the information he had gotten while on the phone.
Koryn Watkins worked in a makeshift hospital in a small town of Colombia. He'd be able to find her there, and if she wasn't on duty at the time, he'd be able to find where she lived. All he needed was a map of Venezuela and a map of Colombia to get there. He had already gotten the money he needed to use in both Venezuela and Colombia before he left the states, now all he needed to do was find someplace he could buy a map.
Alexandria was lying on the bed in the room that Aunt Koryn had put her and Mariana in. It was small, and the beds were literally only an inch apart, and pushed as far against the wall as they could be.
Mariana came in and slowly lay down on her bed, which in her mind were worse than hospital beds at County. "Can't Aunt Koryn get better beds than this? I've seen hers, and it is much nicer. Even the beds at County were more comfortable than this."
Alexandria laughed. "Even the cot at County was better than this."
Mariana smiled too, resting her hand slightly on her abdomen. "Do you think Luka will come get us?"
"Of course he will, Ana. He wouldn't let Aunt Koryn take us like this and get away with it," Alexandria assured her sister in something she firmly believed in.
Mariana smiled, "That's good. Because she took away my aspirin."
Aunt Koryn poked her head in the room. "Shut up you two and get to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."
She slammed the door shut as she walked away. Mariana looked at Alexandria and whispered, "Gosh, even living with dad was better than this."
Alexandria smiled, whispering back, "I totally agree!"
Three Days Later
Luka woke up in his hotel room. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he sat up in bed and pulled out the drawer. He took out his cell phone, surprised that he was able to use all the way in Colombia.
Dialing his phone number he knew Abby would pick up. She had been staying in his apartment while they were gone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Abby. Did I wake you?" Luka asked.
"No, I just got back from a double shift at County. Haleh is sick," Abby replied.
Luka frowned, "Oh! That stinks!"
Abby laughed, "Yeah, it does. How are things going with finding the twins?"
Luka sighed, "Well, I arrived at this town last night and stopped at a hotel right away. I just woke up. The thing is, no one but the residents of the town know the exact address of this place, and since I don't know Spanish, I can't exactly ask anyone."
Abby nodded, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see her. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I guess just drive around and hope I spot it. And if I don't, I'll just go into all the buildings and check them out," Luka told her.
"What are you going to do when you find the place?" Abby asked him.
"I'm not sure yet," Luka admitted. "But I will get the girls back, even if I have to kidnap them again."
Abby laughed, "Hopefully you'll be able to work something out with Koryn."
"That's what I am hoping," Luka replied.
"I hate to cut this conversation short," Abby started. "But a man who had the flu threw up on me, and I'm really tired. So, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed."
"That's fine. I might have a whole search day ahead of me and I don't want to lose time," Luka replied.
"I'll talk to you later then?" Abby questioned.
Luka smiled, "Yeah, sweetie. I'll call you the minute I know what's happening with the girls."
"Okay, good. I'll talk to you later then. Love ya honey!" Abby said.
"I love you too, Abby," he said before hanging up.
Luka stopped at a building where he had just seen a father carrying a sick child into. Maybe this was this place. He got out of the car and walked into the building. A woman behind a desk smiled and greeted him, "Hola!"
Luka smiled at the woman, "Uh, hi. Do you speak English?"
The woman shook her head, still smiling. Holding up one finger she said, "Un momento."
He smiled at her as she rushed off and leaned wearily against the counter. A minute later she returned, followed by Koryn. She told Koryn something in Spanish and Koryn approached him.
"Hello sir…" she started to say until she got a better look at him. Then she scowled saying, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get my girls back," Luka told her. "And I'm not leaving without them."
Koryn sighed. "Why do you want the girls so badly? They screwed up my brother's life; they're just going to screw up yours. They're bad luck!"
Luka glared at the woman, "They didn't screw up your brother's life, your brother screwed up his life. And, if they're such bad luck, why do you want them?"
"I wanted them because we needed extra workers," Koryn told him. "But, they suck as workers and have turned out to be more of a burden."
"Where are they? I want to see them," Luka told the woman.
"Come with me, I'll take you to them. And you can take them back if you want, I don't need them if they're not gonna work," Koryn said as she led Luka back to a room.
When he entered he saw the girls in a kitchen, washing dishes. They were both wearing floor-length black dresses, with white aprons over them, and white bonnets tied around their face.
They smiled brightly when they saw him and Luka hugged Alexandria tightly. Then he moved to Mariana and hugged her as well. When he pulled back he saw a little bit of red, peeking around both ends of the string of the bonnet. He untied it and pushed it away, seeing two scratches.
"What happened?" he asked her, touching them slightly.
"I got cut when she broke the window in your apartment," Mariana told him.
He turned around and glared at the woman. "At least you cleaned out the cut."
He put one arm around Mariana's shoulders, and the other around Alexandria's. "I'm going to take the girls home now. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't visit us again."
Koryn smirked, "The only reason I came at all was to get the girls and bring them here so they could help. Now that I've found they're completely useless, I don't want them anymore."
She reached into her pocket and pulled something out, handing it to Alexandria. "Here's one of the keys to my apartment. You can get your passports. Leave the key on the kitchen table."
Alexandria sat up front with Luka and directed him on how to get to her aunt's house. Along the way they talked, "How did Koryn get your passports?"
"Dad had us get passports when were fourteen. Later he put them into storage with a bunch of his parents stuff. He and Koryn both have keys to the storage. She probably got them from there when she got to Chicago."
"Did she treat you two okay?" Luka asked.
"She didn't hurt us, but her place sucks. I mean, her room is nice and everything, but we get this little closet with beds worse than County's cots!"
Luka smiled, "Well, I'm glad you two are safe."
They arrived at the apartment and Alexandria told Mariana to stay in the car. She ran out and came back a few minutes later with the passports.
Luka told them the plan: they'd go back to his hotel, spend the night there, then they'd begin driving back to Venezuela where they'd get on the next flight back to the States.
A few days later, they deplaned in Florida, and got on their next flight to take them to Chicago.
Coming soon: Back Track!
A/N: Not sure how realistic this is at the moment, but, oh well. Also, sorry if these stories are moving a little slowly at the moment, the good things are yet to come, and will be coming up in a few more chapters. I put the disclaimer here because I'm not sure if I put one on yet (oops) but that is the disclaimer for the season.
Acknowledgements: I would like thank all those who have reviewed. Sorry to those people who reviewed on a story when I had them separately and the review was lost when I put them together. I just want to let you know that the review was appreciated. And the biggest thanks goes to my sister Cloey who gives me ideas and helps me write!
Now, on with the story…
To Hell and Back!
Everything sped past the window as the plane glided back down to earth. The jolt jerked Luka forward and back slightly as it landed, speeding down the runway at a dizzying speed. Flying wasn't number one on Luka's list of favorite things. But a desperate time called for desperate measures, and right now was definitely a desperate time.
There was a sound and a woman said, "The weather outside is 79 degrees. We hope you've enjoyed your flight and will check out World Air again."
Oh, sure! I thoroughly enjoyed this flight! Trying to call around and find out where Koryn Watkins works in Colombia so that when I get there I can find the twins, while the man behind me is complaining about every little thing! Luka thought.
The plane stopped completely and people started to get up, opening the compartments above them to bring out bags and other items. Luka unbuckled the seat belt and grabbed his backpack, waiting for the other people who were in his row to get their bags from the compartment overhead and move on. He was glad he hadn't stored his things up there, seeing how all the bags had been jostled around during the turbulence they had encountered in the flight.
The people slammed the door shut and moved ahead, giving Luka some space to slip out. He was prevented from moving, however, when a child from the row ahead of him quickly moved out in front him. Luka stopped and looked around at the other passengers. He looked behind him just in time to see the man who had complained about everything open the overhead compartment by his row. A large bag fell out hitting him on the head.
"Ow!" the man shouted. "You people should put some kind of warning that bags fly out of here when opened!"
"They do," Luka said, pointing at the sign and reading it. "Be careful when opening. Items may be moved around during flight."
"Shut up buddy," the man snarled and picked his bag up off the floor.
Luka smiled and looked in front of him again. The line was moving ahead now, and Luka quickly joined all the other passengers deplaning. The flight attendants were standing by the door, smiling and saying goodbye in both English and Spanish. Luka smiled and nodded his head politely as he stepped into the terminal and walked up to the airport.
Stepping into the airport he followed the signs to the baggage claim and waited with everyone else until the bags began moving around. When Luka's small duffel came he picked it up and followed the signs to the rental car station.
After he had rented his car he stopped outside with the keys into the heat. He found the car he had rented and got inside. He opened up his backpack and found the information he had gotten while on the phone.
Koryn Watkins worked in a makeshift hospital in a small town of Colombia. He'd be able to find her there, and if she wasn't on duty at the time, he'd be able to find where she lived. All he needed was a map of Venezuela and a map of Colombia to get there. He had already gotten the money he needed to use in both Venezuela and Colombia before he left the states, now all he needed to do was find someplace he could buy a map.
Alexandria was lying on the bed in the room that Aunt Koryn had put her and Mariana in. It was small, and the beds were literally only an inch apart, and pushed as far against the wall as they could be.
Mariana came in and slowly lay down on her bed, which in her mind were worse than hospital beds at County. "Can't Aunt Koryn get better beds than this? I've seen hers, and it is much nicer. Even the beds at County were more comfortable than this."
Alexandria laughed. "Even the cot at County was better than this."
Mariana smiled too, resting her hand slightly on her abdomen. "Do you think Luka will come get us?"
"Of course he will, Ana. He wouldn't let Aunt Koryn take us like this and get away with it," Alexandria assured her sister in something she firmly believed in.
Mariana smiled, "That's good. Because she took away my aspirin."
Aunt Koryn poked her head in the room. "Shut up you two and get to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."
She slammed the door shut as she walked away. Mariana looked at Alexandria and whispered, "Gosh, even living with dad was better than this."
Alexandria smiled, whispering back, "I totally agree!"
Three Days Later
Luka woke up in his hotel room. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he sat up in bed and pulled out the drawer. He took out his cell phone, surprised that he was able to use all the way in Colombia.
Dialing his phone number he knew Abby would pick up. She had been staying in his apartment while they were gone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Abby. Did I wake you?" Luka asked.
"No, I just got back from a double shift at County. Haleh is sick," Abby replied.
Luka frowned, "Oh! That stinks!"
Abby laughed, "Yeah, it does. How are things going with finding the twins?"
Luka sighed, "Well, I arrived at this town last night and stopped at a hotel right away. I just woke up. The thing is, no one but the residents of the town know the exact address of this place, and since I don't know Spanish, I can't exactly ask anyone."
Abby nodded, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see her. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I guess just drive around and hope I spot it. And if I don't, I'll just go into all the buildings and check them out," Luka told her.
"What are you going to do when you find the place?" Abby asked him.
"I'm not sure yet," Luka admitted. "But I will get the girls back, even if I have to kidnap them again."
Abby laughed, "Hopefully you'll be able to work something out with Koryn."
"That's what I am hoping," Luka replied.
"I hate to cut this conversation short," Abby started. "But a man who had the flu threw up on me, and I'm really tired. So, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed."
"That's fine. I might have a whole search day ahead of me and I don't want to lose time," Luka replied.
"I'll talk to you later then?" Abby questioned.
Luka smiled, "Yeah, sweetie. I'll call you the minute I know what's happening with the girls."
"Okay, good. I'll talk to you later then. Love ya honey!" Abby said.
"I love you too, Abby," he said before hanging up.
Luka stopped at a building where he had just seen a father carrying a sick child into. Maybe this was this place. He got out of the car and walked into the building. A woman behind a desk smiled and greeted him, "Hola!"
Luka smiled at the woman, "Uh, hi. Do you speak English?"
The woman shook her head, still smiling. Holding up one finger she said, "Un momento."
He smiled at her as she rushed off and leaned wearily against the counter. A minute later she returned, followed by Koryn. She told Koryn something in Spanish and Koryn approached him.
"Hello sir…" she started to say until she got a better look at him. Then she scowled saying, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get my girls back," Luka told her. "And I'm not leaving without them."
Koryn sighed. "Why do you want the girls so badly? They screwed up my brother's life; they're just going to screw up yours. They're bad luck!"
Luka glared at the woman, "They didn't screw up your brother's life, your brother screwed up his life. And, if they're such bad luck, why do you want them?"
"I wanted them because we needed extra workers," Koryn told him. "But, they suck as workers and have turned out to be more of a burden."
"Where are they? I want to see them," Luka told the woman.
"Come with me, I'll take you to them. And you can take them back if you want, I don't need them if they're not gonna work," Koryn said as she led Luka back to a room.
When he entered he saw the girls in a kitchen, washing dishes. They were both wearing floor-length black dresses, with white aprons over them, and white bonnets tied around their face.
They smiled brightly when they saw him and Luka hugged Alexandria tightly. Then he moved to Mariana and hugged her as well. When he pulled back he saw a little bit of red, peeking around both ends of the string of the bonnet. He untied it and pushed it away, seeing two scratches.
"What happened?" he asked her, touching them slightly.
"I got cut when she broke the window in your apartment," Mariana told him.
He turned around and glared at the woman. "At least you cleaned out the cut."
He put one arm around Mariana's shoulders, and the other around Alexandria's. "I'm going to take the girls home now. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't visit us again."
Koryn smirked, "The only reason I came at all was to get the girls and bring them here so they could help. Now that I've found they're completely useless, I don't want them anymore."
She reached into her pocket and pulled something out, handing it to Alexandria. "Here's one of the keys to my apartment. You can get your passports. Leave the key on the kitchen table."
Alexandria sat up front with Luka and directed him on how to get to her aunt's house. Along the way they talked, "How did Koryn get your passports?"
"Dad had us get passports when were fourteen. Later he put them into storage with a bunch of his parents stuff. He and Koryn both have keys to the storage. She probably got them from there when she got to Chicago."
"Did she treat you two okay?" Luka asked.
"She didn't hurt us, but her place sucks. I mean, her room is nice and everything, but we get this little closet with beds worse than County's cots!"
Luka smiled, "Well, I'm glad you two are safe."
They arrived at the apartment and Alexandria told Mariana to stay in the car. She ran out and came back a few minutes later with the passports.
Luka told them the plan: they'd go back to his hotel, spend the night there, then they'd begin driving back to Venezuela where they'd get on the next flight back to the States.
A few days later, they deplaned in Florida, and got on their next flight to take them to Chicago.
Coming soon: Back Track!
