All Fairytales End - Chapter Five

Disclaimer: please refer to Chapter 1

Rating: PG-13

QT's Notes: Since I managed to make a royal mess I thought I'd attempt to straighten things out for everyone. Here goes; Tash and Alec are going to bust Dean out of Herold Penitentiary, Dallas City, Illinois. Logan, Asha, Bling and Sam are all in Seattle. White and Josie were in Chicago but now White is headed for Seattle. Btw I apologise to all those who have already read up to chapter four. Tash and Jenny are the same person.

(26/2/02) I don't even know when you'll read this Kiki but thank you for reviewing One Night. I don't think very many people have read it lately, probably since it's old. Your comments are always important to me, I thought that most readers thought One Night was pretty average. Thanks so much.




"Tash do you copy?"

Tash whispered, "Hear you Alec. I'm coming up to the hidden entrance now. You'll have to hack the surveillance, I need total cover for the next five minutes."

Alec watched from the van as Tash moved across the field. She had already climbed the fence. Dressed in a black spandex cat suit, she blended into the blanket of darkness; if you noticed anything at all it was just a flicker of a shadow. She wore thick leather gloves with rubber insulation and her heavy black lace up boots had chunky rubber soles. She had the grace of a ballet dancer, the agility and precision of a humming bird. When she disappeared from sight under the cover of bush, Alec waited for her to reappear. He'd hacked into a Russian satellite, using it as aerial surveillance. In a flash she was there, coming up to the tunnel. Alec's fingers flew over the keyboard. After Tash accessed the exterior power panel and installed the override transmitter, Alec hacked the prison video feed and ran the loop. "Done Tash, five minutes."

Not waiting a second longer she pulled out her portable de-scrambler, cutting open the access terminal she exposed the wiring and attached her cables. Ten seconds, she'd have access in ten. The terminal glowed green and beeped. She memorised the access code and threw open the hidden entrance door. It was like a entering a dark dungeon, lots of stairs disappearing into blackness. Her vision adjusted accordingly and she made out the spiralling staircase that led to the underground passage. "I'm in," she relayed to Alec, "I need directions Alec. This place looks like a sewer labyrinth."

Typing more commands, Alec drew up the prison's floor plan. Making calculations and pinpointing her location, Alec read out directions. "At the bottom of the staircase, take the tunnel to your far right. As you go through the tunnel you'll pass three walkways, at the fourth turn left and then turn right. The passage will bring you directly to the first gate leading to F block. You know the rest."

Moving as fast as her supped-up legs would carry her, she followed Alec's instructions. Arriving at the gate with no interference she leaned down. Slowing her heart rate with regular deep breaths, she punched in the code. The gate groaned and started cranking open. Damn, does the friken thing have to make such a racket? "I'm in." Before she could even put one step through the gate the alarm sounded. Shit. "Alec?"

Alec's fingers only wavered for a second, when he'd heard the first siren. "Get out Tash. Forget it, you'll never get to him in time. Get out now." If that gate closed on her, she'd be a sitting duck. Come one brainiac think of something. The explosives!

Thinking his exact thoughts, Tash kept moving. "I know. I'm going in. I'll blast the second gate. Two minutes Alec, be ready for us." Her comm-link went quiet; all that could be heard was steady breathing and the annoying reminder of their time limit. A split second later he head a defining blast. He glanced at the monitor; the cameras were still playing the looped feed. Come on Tash, move it.



Dean shot upright in his bed the second he heard the distinct grinding of the gate. That's weird, it's only about one in the morning. A defining blast made his head scream, he's ears began pounding with the shock. Then the sight of a familiar figure on the other side of the cell bars made is heart jump right out of his chest. "Jenny, I mean Tash. Are you insane?" The alarm was sounding like a loud barge horn and the red warning lights where flashing like blood. Their blood if she didn't get out of here. She was ignoring him, as she stuffed plastic explosives in the lock, squishing in the fuse she tripped the wire. "Get back," she barked.

The blast threw the door open, almost blowing it right of its hinges. She didn't wait for him to collect himself off the wall, she grabbed him arm and peeled him off herself. "Come on." As they ran through both gates, she didn't seem to notice him stumbling behind her. Other prisoners called out to them and reached for them through the bars. One actually caught hold of Tash and pulled her against the cell. She punched the guy square in the face, knocking him to the concrete floor. Turning she grabbed Dean's hand and continued running. Her hearing allowed her to pick up the sound of footsteps approaching. Over the sound of the sirens blaring, Tash doubted if Dean could hear her at all. Going back the way she came, she was about to turn down the passage when she caught sight of the guards. She froze. "Alec another way out, quick."

Before he could blink, he lost control over the video feed and it showed Tash and Dean in the tunnel, the guards fast approaching. "Go right, then first left. It's a loop. You'll come out behind them. Pass that tunnel and take the next one. Keep running till the end. There should be an exit at the end."

Taking the archways, Dean struggled to keep up the pace. Boy, she was unbelievably fast. One second he was upright and watching Tash's back, the next he was kissing concrete. Groaning, he tried getting up. Pain shot through his right knee, he was a little winded too. Stars danced in his eyes, vaguely he noticed someone lean down and pick him up.

Tash swung him over her shoulders as if he weighed nothing more than a child. Her pace had slowed considerably but they were still moving faster than if she'd let him continue on his own. "Alec, I'm here. Where now?" Supporting both their weight she climbed each rung and pushed against the grate at the top of the ladder. It creaked and then eased open. Crawling through, she lay there letting Dean roll off her shoulders as she stood. Looking up she realised that they had come out near the wall. To the left was the stairwell she'd descended earlier. Offering Dean a hand, she pulled him up. "How is it?" Dean stretched his leg out, it was still painful but he'd live. His face colored with embarrassment. He weighed a good 180 pounds and a woman who weighed less than half that had carried him.

As the siren continued to blare, Alec got increasingly agitated with each passing second. "Come on, move it," he barked. Tash swung into action, ducking under his arm, she supported part of his weight across her shoulders. Taking the stairs two at a time, they soon made it to the open field. Throwing the heavy door shut, she locked it.

"The Jeep's only a couple hundred metres that direction," Tash yelled over her shoulder. Dean started running as fast as his limp would allow. Alec saw them the second they come out the entrance. Shut down the computer and climbed into the front of the Jeep. Gunning the engine, he pulled into reverse and peeled out of their cover. He watched as the two figures approached. One was limping, couldn't be Tash the build was too bulky. Had to be Dean. The fence being the last obstacle Tash opted for the easy exit, since she doubted Dean would make it over. If he didn't get fried first, he would most certainly get stuck on the wire. As Dean caught his breath, Tash put the last explosive on the fence and triggered it. Pulling Dean away and covering them both, they waited out the blast. Before the dust could settle, she picked him up and threw him through the hole and climbed after him. The blast shorted out the fence, causing the prison to black out. Looking back she sighed, They're not going to be happy campers. As she stood looking back, someone must have got the back up generator going because the lights came on and the fence charged again. Flood beams lit up the field and the siren resounded. Turning she collected Dean, who still lay face first in the dirt. "Sorry," she muttered in apology as she dragged him to the waiting Jeep.



Alec tried to keep the scowl off his face as they piled in. He revved the engine before throwing it into gear and leaving the prison in a cloud of dust. "You know that they'll have the city in lockdown in a matter of minutes. First daylight, his face is gonna be plastered all over the news and the border will have his photo."

Tash threw him a dirt look. "I have a plan, Alec. Just keep driving okay." They'd been travelling on the main highway for less than five minutes before the first patrol car lights came into view. Dean who'd been relatively quiet up till now, started yelling for Alec to go faster. The lights were gaining and that made him all the more nervous.

"Look Tash, not that I'm not grateful but what the hell were you thinking?" Dean asked him voice filled with confusion. "I mean, when they catch up and they will, they'll throw all of us in jail. No scratch that, they'll throw me in jail and kill you two. This is insane."

Alec didn't need reminding, he knew just what this was from the very beginning but there had been no deterring Tash. Oh no, she had her heart set on this suicide mission.

"Ditch these guys Alec and get me to the Yellster Airfield." They all fastened their seatbelts as Alec took the Jeep off road and threw it into four-wheel drive. There was no way she was going to get caught after all this effort, not because she got bumped out of her seat anyway. Looking over to the backseat, she noticed Dean gripping the side roll bar, clinging to it for dear life. She suppressed a giggle, he looked so comical and she knew it wasn't a funny situation but she couldn't help it. Focusing her attention back on the dirt road, she pleaded silently that her brother would listen and help. Everything was banking on his co-operation. If he turned her down they would be trapped in the States.



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Josie took the exit to Chicago Midway Airport. Her palms slipped slightly on the steering wheel as she turned, her skin was sweaty. She leaned over, switching on the air conditioning in an effort to settle her nerves and cool down. Accidentally she bumped the knob for the radio. It was a news update. "…Early this morning police pulled a body from Myra Lake, in Dallas City. A woman had been jogging by the lake when she noticed the body…" Shuddering Josie switched off the report. She may be a doctor but it didn't make death any less horrid. Murder or suicide still had the power to truly scare her. How people could bring themselves to kill was just beyond her. Whether it was killing others or themselves it made no difference in her mind. She couldn't watch war movies; they made her sick to the stomach. These days they were becoming more graphic and lifelike. Her siblings always teased her about it. They wondered how she could possibly be a doctor, if blood and guts made her nauseous. They didn't understand that it wasn't the gore but the graphic violence that made her sick.

Parking her car, she grabbed her bag off the passenger seat and buttoned her coat. Locking the car, she walked quickly to the terminal.

"Good morning, ma'am." The attendant gave her a warm smile.

Josie smiled back, it was strained but genuine. She pulled out her purse. "I'd like a ticket to Seattle please."

"One way or return?"

She thought for a moment. In the glass she noticed a photo being shown on the television screen behind. Turning around, she looked up at the TV. "Return and could you turn that up?" She asked anxiously. The woman obliged and Josie stared in shock as the report read the news.

"Early today the police found a body, in Myra Lake, Dallas City. The body has been identified by forensics as the body of Dr Adam Erikson. Family of Dr Erikson are devastated, the hospital are holding a memorial service for the doctor on Thursday. Police have launched an investigation to his death…"

"Ma'am, are you okay?" The attendant asked in concern, sympathy showing in her eyes as she passed over the ticket.

Josie blindly collected her ticket and went to wait in the lounge. She couldn't find her voice; everything was blocked in her throat. Falling into the nearest seat she let the tears fall, she couldn't stop them. Why? Why Adam? It was no accident, Adam was a fantastic swimmer and he definitely wasn't someone to commit suicide. He called people who committed suicide, quitters. "Nothing but quitters or non-hopers, life's to good to give up on." She couldn't shake the sick feeling that this all boiled down to the woman's blood. Everything was connected to those tests she had requested. Suddenly it dawned on her, she may have requested the tests but Adam had signed them off. She'd gotten him killed. That knowledge hit her hard; she made it to the toilets a split second before she threw up.

An hour later she was on her way to Seattle. Her stomach was totally empty and her face pale and clammy. She'd spend most of the time waiting for the flight to be called, over the toilet bowl. Settling in her seat, she wiped her cheeks for what could easily be the hundredth time. There where no more tears, she felt drained dry. Her eyes were blood shot, puffy and she blew her nose. Letting out a choky breath, she pulled out Miranda's notes. The answers were all written there. She just had to figure out what it all meant. She didn't have a lot of time, it was find the answers or let Logan die.