Disclaimer; The characters of Poltergeist The Legacy are not mine, nor do I
lay any type of claim on them.
Authors Notes; Okay, this is the first chapter of a story I originally started posting on someones website......It's been re worked, and I'll be posting in in chapters, provided people want me to......So please let me know if you like/dislike. Thank you......
**********
Nick Boyle paused in his run. He surveyed the area around him, bending over slightly, his hands on his thighs as he strived to catch his breath. Even after all the time Nick had found himself spending in this particular place, it still seemed strangely.....alien. It was true that this wasn't his usual running path, yet he felt that it ought to feel more familiar by now. Everything just seemed......off somehow. But then, 'off' appeared to be the order of the day recently. So much change in so short a time. All combining to throw Nick off balance slightly.
It wasn't merely the sudden relocation to Boston, or the temporary separation of their forces as the others from the S.F team took some time to themselves that was responsible for the unease plaguing Nick. It was a combination of those factors, added to the unsettling feelings he'd been having for a while. For weeks now he'd had this sense....it was a strange, niggling sensation at the back of his mind right down to the pit of his stomach. Something was coming, of that he was sure. But *what* it was, he couldn't really be clear on.
In order to combat the frustration he had experienced at his uncertainty, he had made sure to train extra hard. In the past, he'd learnt to go with his 'gut feelings,' and he intended to do so in this situation as well.
He wanted to be ready and waiting, prepared for any contingency. But as Nick coninued on his run, there was one thing, that he had failed to prepare himself for..........
**********
"You're leaving?"
Nick fought to keep his voice low. He looked closely at his Precept, admitting inwardly that he was more than a little suprised. He had returned from his run early, entering the house to find Derek, bags packed and placed at the foot of the stairs.
Derek smiled at the younger man. "Yes, Nick. You've known about my intentions to visit Ingrid for a while now........not only do I make a point of it at least once a year, but I distinctly recall reminding you last week. After my....... close call...... during our our last 'official' investigation, I felt the need to see my sister. Why are you so suprised?"
Nick seated himself on a step. Why *was* he so suprised? He started his explanation, aware that it wasn't just Derek that he was justifying his feelings to.
"Well, first there's the fact that you said you were only going to be gone a day.........that isn't how you pack for a day trip," he said, indicating the two black suitcases resting near his feet.
Taking a breath, he continued with his reasoning.
"And, in case you had forgotten, our house was blown up a little while ago, shortly before the remains burnt down to the ground........with no base of operations, none of our usual resources like the library we had at Angel Island, we're even more vulnerable to the Darkside than ever now. Don't you think you should be here?"
Nick knew it was the unsettling, frustrating feeling in his subconscious that was causing him to over react in this way. Obviously, he should be concerned, security was his job, after all....... but Derek deserved his time off........right? He just couldn't shake the feeling that they were going to need Derek before this -- whatever
*this* was -- had run it's course.
But once again, thoughts of the fact that Derek had been forced to destroy their house, leaving them homeless, intruded on his mind.
Derek had initially been thought dead, but had been found, by luck or intervention -- be it intervention by good or bad -- virtually unscathed.
If it wasn't for the slight limp -- which the doctors assured them would disappear soon -- it would be quite hard to believe he had been anywhere *near* the vicinity of an explosion, let alone at ground zero.
The house though, had not been so lucky. The S.F team had been squatting at the Boston house since Derek had first been admitted to hospital, shortly after being found alive in the rubble of the mansion.
Re-building efforts were taking place on Angel Island, but due to the damage inflicted on the foundations themselves, it would be a long time before they could even *begin* to contemplate inhabiting the structure again, let alone regaining their previous level of function.
Plus, the Boston house was no where near as technologically advanced as Nick had hoped.
'And no where near as technologically sound as *our* house,' Nick thought to himself.
But, after the deaths of almost the entire Boston house during the Horton / Church incidents, they needed all the help and resources they could get.
While the Legacy was trying to find new members, the process was a slow one, made even more so by the London house's new guidelines, designed in the hopes of preventing any more Legacy members from being tempted to the Darkside. But progress *had* been made, however slight it may be. There were currently two official members of the Boston house. The first and only original member, was a man by the name of Tom Murray. He'd been understandably shaken and upset by the virtual massacre of his Precept and colleagues, but after a long leave and extensive counselling with a Legacy professional, he had been able to return to work. Not that there had been any active cases allocated to the staffless house, but even research for other branches of the organisation had helped.
The other was a young woman called Lucy Grant. She had been assigned to the Boston house shortly before the destruction of the house on Angel Island, and the subsequent residence of the S.F team. It was her first posting to a house as an active member, and although her excitement was tempered with sadness after the deaths of so many colleagues, it was still an opportunity she had waited eagerly for.
The two would be away for at least a fortnight doing on site investigation at a house that was reported to have several uninvited 'guests.' Their next report was not due for two more days, but Nick still found himself shocked that Derek, the consummate workaholic, had decided to spend more than a few hours away from his new headquarters.......without being coerced or otherwise persuaded.
He was so caught in his thoughts, that Nick did not notice Derek's careful scrutiny. His Precept wondered if Nick were in need of a vacation of some sort. He would have thought that Nick would have jumped at the opportunity to be in charge. But then they had all been under immense pressure recently. Rachel had combated it by going on a short trip with Kat. The mother and daughter had been back for two days now, and Rachel had seemed a little more together during Derek's all too brief visit to her home yesterday.
Alex, under heavy protestation, had gone to visit her sister. She had no need to track her travelling sibling, for Tanya herself had contacted Alex just after the destruction of the house was reported by the news services.
But Nick, had outright refused to take any time off. He had been meticulously going through the Boston house security measures, practically since he first set foot inside, eager to head off any potential security breaches. And now he sounded tired, twitchy, and if Derek hadn't known the normally unflappable ex SEAL as well as he did, maybe a little........worried?
Making a mental note to call Rachel for her professional opinion on his way to visit Ingrid, he made one last veiled attempt to put whatever fears or doubts Nick may be experiencing, to rest.
"Nick, Alex will be back from her visit with Tanya, possibly as early as tomorrow. Rachel is only in San Francisco, at her home. I'm only going to be gone five days at the most, just long enough for the reports to stack up. What I need to know, is what's got you acting in this manner? You seem.....distracted. Worried even."
Nick sighed, leaning back, his elbows resting on the step above where he sat. "I don't know Derek. I've just got this weird feeling. Someone, or something, is coming.......for us. And it ain't gonna be pretty."
Derek frowned. It wasn't like Nick to mention something unless he was fairly certain about it. He re thought his trip. He would be able to see Ingrid at another time, when things were more ordered. She would understand.
Nick looked at Derek, and saw the uncertain, hesitant expression that the Precept rarely ever wore. He also noticed the air of tiredness that seemed to hang around him like a cloak. He needed the time off.
"Derek, just go. I'm sure it's just my over active imagination. Too many late nights watching bad horror movies and reading old Legacy case files..........makes a guy paranoid. No, you go.......you deserve some time out. And say 'hi' to Ingrid for me."
Derek smiled as he turned to pick up his bags, confident that Nick was feeling better. "You know Nick, you also deserve some time away. And as soon as I come back, I am going to make sure you get it."
He looked at Nick and said in his sternest tone, "And that's a Precept's order, is that understood?"
He followed it up with a glare, but ruined the effect by smiling slightly.
Nick smirked, and answered in the same tone, "Yes sir!"
He dropped his hand from the mock salute he'd given his friend, and patted Derek on the back. "Now get outta here."
Derek allowed the smile to fully show, and walked out of the front door, throwing one last reassuring glance to Nick over his shoulder.
Nick acknowledged the look, allowing the smirk to drop with a sigh only when Derek had left. The niggling feeling of unease had just increased in size.
In an attempt to shake it off, he decided to go for his post run shower now, hoping that it would relax him enough to get some work done. He stepped forward, locking the door securely.
'Just because I'm jumping at weird feelings, doesn't mean I have to stop being secure.'
**********
Authors Notes; Okay, this is the first chapter of a story I originally started posting on someones website......It's been re worked, and I'll be posting in in chapters, provided people want me to......So please let me know if you like/dislike. Thank you......
**********
Nick Boyle paused in his run. He surveyed the area around him, bending over slightly, his hands on his thighs as he strived to catch his breath. Even after all the time Nick had found himself spending in this particular place, it still seemed strangely.....alien. It was true that this wasn't his usual running path, yet he felt that it ought to feel more familiar by now. Everything just seemed......off somehow. But then, 'off' appeared to be the order of the day recently. So much change in so short a time. All combining to throw Nick off balance slightly.
It wasn't merely the sudden relocation to Boston, or the temporary separation of their forces as the others from the S.F team took some time to themselves that was responsible for the unease plaguing Nick. It was a combination of those factors, added to the unsettling feelings he'd been having for a while. For weeks now he'd had this sense....it was a strange, niggling sensation at the back of his mind right down to the pit of his stomach. Something was coming, of that he was sure. But *what* it was, he couldn't really be clear on.
In order to combat the frustration he had experienced at his uncertainty, he had made sure to train extra hard. In the past, he'd learnt to go with his 'gut feelings,' and he intended to do so in this situation as well.
He wanted to be ready and waiting, prepared for any contingency. But as Nick coninued on his run, there was one thing, that he had failed to prepare himself for..........
**********
"You're leaving?"
Nick fought to keep his voice low. He looked closely at his Precept, admitting inwardly that he was more than a little suprised. He had returned from his run early, entering the house to find Derek, bags packed and placed at the foot of the stairs.
Derek smiled at the younger man. "Yes, Nick. You've known about my intentions to visit Ingrid for a while now........not only do I make a point of it at least once a year, but I distinctly recall reminding you last week. After my....... close call...... during our our last 'official' investigation, I felt the need to see my sister. Why are you so suprised?"
Nick seated himself on a step. Why *was* he so suprised? He started his explanation, aware that it wasn't just Derek that he was justifying his feelings to.
"Well, first there's the fact that you said you were only going to be gone a day.........that isn't how you pack for a day trip," he said, indicating the two black suitcases resting near his feet.
Taking a breath, he continued with his reasoning.
"And, in case you had forgotten, our house was blown up a little while ago, shortly before the remains burnt down to the ground........with no base of operations, none of our usual resources like the library we had at Angel Island, we're even more vulnerable to the Darkside than ever now. Don't you think you should be here?"
Nick knew it was the unsettling, frustrating feeling in his subconscious that was causing him to over react in this way. Obviously, he should be concerned, security was his job, after all....... but Derek deserved his time off........right? He just couldn't shake the feeling that they were going to need Derek before this -- whatever
*this* was -- had run it's course.
But once again, thoughts of the fact that Derek had been forced to destroy their house, leaving them homeless, intruded on his mind.
Derek had initially been thought dead, but had been found, by luck or intervention -- be it intervention by good or bad -- virtually unscathed.
If it wasn't for the slight limp -- which the doctors assured them would disappear soon -- it would be quite hard to believe he had been anywhere *near* the vicinity of an explosion, let alone at ground zero.
The house though, had not been so lucky. The S.F team had been squatting at the Boston house since Derek had first been admitted to hospital, shortly after being found alive in the rubble of the mansion.
Re-building efforts were taking place on Angel Island, but due to the damage inflicted on the foundations themselves, it would be a long time before they could even *begin* to contemplate inhabiting the structure again, let alone regaining their previous level of function.
Plus, the Boston house was no where near as technologically advanced as Nick had hoped.
'And no where near as technologically sound as *our* house,' Nick thought to himself.
But, after the deaths of almost the entire Boston house during the Horton / Church incidents, they needed all the help and resources they could get.
While the Legacy was trying to find new members, the process was a slow one, made even more so by the London house's new guidelines, designed in the hopes of preventing any more Legacy members from being tempted to the Darkside. But progress *had* been made, however slight it may be. There were currently two official members of the Boston house. The first and only original member, was a man by the name of Tom Murray. He'd been understandably shaken and upset by the virtual massacre of his Precept and colleagues, but after a long leave and extensive counselling with a Legacy professional, he had been able to return to work. Not that there had been any active cases allocated to the staffless house, but even research for other branches of the organisation had helped.
The other was a young woman called Lucy Grant. She had been assigned to the Boston house shortly before the destruction of the house on Angel Island, and the subsequent residence of the S.F team. It was her first posting to a house as an active member, and although her excitement was tempered with sadness after the deaths of so many colleagues, it was still an opportunity she had waited eagerly for.
The two would be away for at least a fortnight doing on site investigation at a house that was reported to have several uninvited 'guests.' Their next report was not due for two more days, but Nick still found himself shocked that Derek, the consummate workaholic, had decided to spend more than a few hours away from his new headquarters.......without being coerced or otherwise persuaded.
He was so caught in his thoughts, that Nick did not notice Derek's careful scrutiny. His Precept wondered if Nick were in need of a vacation of some sort. He would have thought that Nick would have jumped at the opportunity to be in charge. But then they had all been under immense pressure recently. Rachel had combated it by going on a short trip with Kat. The mother and daughter had been back for two days now, and Rachel had seemed a little more together during Derek's all too brief visit to her home yesterday.
Alex, under heavy protestation, had gone to visit her sister. She had no need to track her travelling sibling, for Tanya herself had contacted Alex just after the destruction of the house was reported by the news services.
But Nick, had outright refused to take any time off. He had been meticulously going through the Boston house security measures, practically since he first set foot inside, eager to head off any potential security breaches. And now he sounded tired, twitchy, and if Derek hadn't known the normally unflappable ex SEAL as well as he did, maybe a little........worried?
Making a mental note to call Rachel for her professional opinion on his way to visit Ingrid, he made one last veiled attempt to put whatever fears or doubts Nick may be experiencing, to rest.
"Nick, Alex will be back from her visit with Tanya, possibly as early as tomorrow. Rachel is only in San Francisco, at her home. I'm only going to be gone five days at the most, just long enough for the reports to stack up. What I need to know, is what's got you acting in this manner? You seem.....distracted. Worried even."
Nick sighed, leaning back, his elbows resting on the step above where he sat. "I don't know Derek. I've just got this weird feeling. Someone, or something, is coming.......for us. And it ain't gonna be pretty."
Derek frowned. It wasn't like Nick to mention something unless he was fairly certain about it. He re thought his trip. He would be able to see Ingrid at another time, when things were more ordered. She would understand.
Nick looked at Derek, and saw the uncertain, hesitant expression that the Precept rarely ever wore. He also noticed the air of tiredness that seemed to hang around him like a cloak. He needed the time off.
"Derek, just go. I'm sure it's just my over active imagination. Too many late nights watching bad horror movies and reading old Legacy case files..........makes a guy paranoid. No, you go.......you deserve some time out. And say 'hi' to Ingrid for me."
Derek smiled as he turned to pick up his bags, confident that Nick was feeling better. "You know Nick, you also deserve some time away. And as soon as I come back, I am going to make sure you get it."
He looked at Nick and said in his sternest tone, "And that's a Precept's order, is that understood?"
He followed it up with a glare, but ruined the effect by smiling slightly.
Nick smirked, and answered in the same tone, "Yes sir!"
He dropped his hand from the mock salute he'd given his friend, and patted Derek on the back. "Now get outta here."
Derek allowed the smile to fully show, and walked out of the front door, throwing one last reassuring glance to Nick over his shoulder.
Nick acknowledged the look, allowing the smirk to drop with a sigh only when Derek had left. The niggling feeling of unease had just increased in size.
In an attempt to shake it off, he decided to go for his post run shower now, hoping that it would relax him enough to get some work done. He stepped forward, locking the door securely.
'Just because I'm jumping at weird feelings, doesn't mean I have to stop being secure.'
**********
