Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, never will be. None of the products or real places I name
are not mine either.
Author: Bayleigh Colby Ford
Rating:PG-13, For some minor cursing
Summary: When you love someone, what lengths are you willing to go make it work ?
A Mary Jane/Peter Parker story, with a hint of action and a sprinkle of drama.
Please read and review.
Ok, it's back to the plot. Chapter 10 and 11 will wrap it up.
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Chapter 10 "Fear No Evil"
~~~~~Peter POV~~~~~
The next morning, Peter woke up in heaven.
Then, quickly realized, he had to stop Hell.
He was to scared to move. MJ, had her arms wrapped around him, legs entangled.
He then realized that she was holding on to him tight, like if she didn't he would
disappear or slip away. He wanted to stay like this forever.
He had a job, though.
The reason why this wasn't supposed to happen.
The thought made him chuckle, stirring MJ, her eyes opening, lips in a sleepy smile.
"Hey", he whispered, afraid to break the spell that the room had taken.
"Hey to you, Tiger. How long have you been up ?"
"10 minutes or so"
"Ummmm", was her response, as she burrowed herself into his chest.
"I have to go"
Suddenly, she was looking back at him, her face etched with panic.
"Where ?."
"Work"
Relief dawned on her like the rising of the sun.
"Which one ?."
"The one where I save the world"
She laughed and said " I see. Go"
"When do you get off ?."
"7"
"I'll meet you. We'll see a movie or something. If the city is still around"
"Hey", she said, looking him in the eyes, "I believe in you. We will see that movie"
"Ok"
"Ok"
"I'm going to take a shower then go. Stay as long as you want"
"OK, Go already. Don't you have a city to save ?."
~~~~~~~~~2 Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~
After hastily leaving MJ, Peter had buried himself in the stacks of the public
library. He still couldn't remember exactly what the chemical looked like and though
some through research would help.
It wasn't.
After almost giving up, Peter had found the name a chemist named Tobey Simmons-Robertson,
world-famous, living on Park Ave. He was a expert in....
Chemical Warfare. Suddenly he felt good. Something told him that Dr Simmons-Robertson
could help him.
Quickly, he copied down the number and ran outside to a phone booth.
(A/N Just pretend it was in a magazine or something. For the purposes of my story, it
doesn't matter)
"Ring......................."Ring"
"Hello ?", asked him, low distinct voice, with a light, but unmistakeable Irish brogue.
"Dr. Simmons-Robertson ?"
"Speaking"
"Hi, my name is Peter Parker and I read many of your articles on chemicals used as weapons
towards mass destruction. I was wondering if we can meet to discuss that topic"
There was a brief silence.
"Peter Parker. Did you win the Brighton Holloway Science Award a few years back ?"
"Yes, um....yes I did."
"For your research on........ ?"
"The Time Space Continum. Wow..I didn't "
"I was a judge. Why don't you come over to my office in, what a hour ?"
No. He only has 3 hours as it was, and no idea where Dafoe was at the moment.
"How about 15 minutes ?"
"Your that eager to see me. Can I ask you what this about ?."
"I would rather speak to you in person."
"Thats fine"
After quickly jotting down the address, he then decided to use the time he had to
do a check on Frank Dafoe's apartment.
After another swing, Peter landed on his fire escape to a open window. He also
laughed thinking of the situation : A guy that was willing to destroy a city didn't
even have the brains to lock a window. After hopping in , he felt his heart stop.
There was nothing there.
No boards. Panicked, he also fell to his knee's, quickly recovering, when a white paper
on his now empty desk caught his eye.
Ethophyside.
( A/N I made up. Don't bother looking for it :) )
Ethophyside ?
This was it. This was the key, and Dr. Robertson was the lock it fit into.
10 minutes later he was on a private elevator on the way to the top penthouse on a
brownstone.
The elevator door opened to a hall, with a dark red carpet, art and and antiques on
tables lining the walls. Suddenly he heard a voice from the one on the far left.
"Peter Parker ?"
"Yes"
"Come to the library, it the last door on the left"
"Ok", he said as he walked in. It was fulled with books (duh Peter) lined wall to wall.
The room had a fresh book smell,but not dusty and the dapries were open, reflecting off the
smooth wooden floor. There was a large oak desk in the middle, with a
high back chair facing the window. The voice greeted him first.
"Peter Parker. Take a seat."
"Thank You, Dr. Roberts-"
Uncle Ben.
He saw Uncle Ben, in the now turned chair.
Or his Irish Twin. Whatever, but wow......the resemblance was uncanny.
The eye's, nose, the cheeks, everything.
Suddenly, his face wrinkled in to concern.
"Son, are you ok ?"
"Yeah, well you look like someone I used to know."
"I see." He sat back and crossed his legs. "Now, I can I help you ?"
"I need to know about a certain chemical ? "
"Why ?."
"A research paper. I read your research in the library. It's amazing"
"Thank you, but your no slouch yourself"
"How ?"
"Do you think I just let anyone in to my home ?. I did some research before you came. Your
very good. You can do much better then a photographer of that Spider......Spider"
"Man ?", he said.
"Yes, that Spiderman. Interesting chap, he is."
"You think he's a menace ?"
"Oh no. I think he's good for the city. They need a superhero. Now, do, know the
name of this chemical ?."
Reaching into his pocket, he took out the white sheet and handed it to the doctor.
His face stayed the same, but his green eyes reflected a mixture of surprise and concern.
"What ? "
"This is.....wow. How did you even find out about this ?."
"What do you mean ?"
His face showed doubt.
"Please, this is important. You have to trust me. What do you know ?."
Maybe it was the desparate panic on his face that the doctor saw. He let out a deep sigh, and Peter said a
silent prayer. He was going to talk.
"They call it H2D."
Seeing Peter's confused face, he continued.
"Water Death. The FDA is scared shitless of it. It combines some the deadliest
elements in the earth, carbon minxiode, petrolum gas, and about 15 others using specific
formulas uncovered in Germany about 10 years ago. They think the Nazi's were going to use
it, to completely wipe out the Jew's but weren't able to make the chemical in time. Mostly
all labs and all research were thought to
be destroyed, but apparently one of the younger scientists managed to steal a copy of how
to make this "h2d" and it was sold on the black 2 or 3 years ago. With all the medical
advantages today, it took no time to make."
"So what happens if it gets on the water supply ?"
"Well, it doesn't have to be a water supply that gives drinking water. It can be any. One
test tube worth in the say..."
"Hudson River ?"
"Yes, Can kill the city within a week"
"How ?."
"You can't make into gas, but the fumes from the water carry, especially on a windy day.
They say it can travel up, and basically infect people. But no one really knows if was
actually made. It could be a myth."
But's its not, he wanted to say. It's not. Quickly he looked down on his watch 11.
Feeling the panic in his throat.
He had to get out of here.
He had a city to save.
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Finally, it took me 2 weeks to get take out :) :)
So, what do you all think ?
My plot will wrap up with 'Chapter 11 Paladin", and I will most likely put up more more chapter,
two at the most. If you guys want, I will write a sequel, but they all depends on the feedback, so please review and tell me what you think ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Also, For anyone confused on the characters they are
James Dafoe- MJ's admirer
Frank Dafoe- bad guy
Cliff Harris Dafoe-James and Franks dad, magazine tycoon
Dr.Tobey Simmons-Robertson-- world famous chemist
are not mine either.
Author: Bayleigh Colby Ford
Rating:PG-13, For some minor cursing
Summary: When you love someone, what lengths are you willing to go make it work ?
A Mary Jane/Peter Parker story, with a hint of action and a sprinkle of drama.
Please read and review.
Ok, it's back to the plot. Chapter 10 and 11 will wrap it up.
**********************************************************************
Chapter 10 "Fear No Evil"
~~~~~Peter POV~~~~~
The next morning, Peter woke up in heaven.
Then, quickly realized, he had to stop Hell.
He was to scared to move. MJ, had her arms wrapped around him, legs entangled.
He then realized that she was holding on to him tight, like if she didn't he would
disappear or slip away. He wanted to stay like this forever.
He had a job, though.
The reason why this wasn't supposed to happen.
The thought made him chuckle, stirring MJ, her eyes opening, lips in a sleepy smile.
"Hey", he whispered, afraid to break the spell that the room had taken.
"Hey to you, Tiger. How long have you been up ?"
"10 minutes or so"
"Ummmm", was her response, as she burrowed herself into his chest.
"I have to go"
Suddenly, she was looking back at him, her face etched with panic.
"Where ?."
"Work"
Relief dawned on her like the rising of the sun.
"Which one ?."
"The one where I save the world"
She laughed and said " I see. Go"
"When do you get off ?."
"7"
"I'll meet you. We'll see a movie or something. If the city is still around"
"Hey", she said, looking him in the eyes, "I believe in you. We will see that movie"
"Ok"
"Ok"
"I'm going to take a shower then go. Stay as long as you want"
"OK, Go already. Don't you have a city to save ?."
~~~~~~~~~2 Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~
After hastily leaving MJ, Peter had buried himself in the stacks of the public
library. He still couldn't remember exactly what the chemical looked like and though
some through research would help.
It wasn't.
After almost giving up, Peter had found the name a chemist named Tobey Simmons-Robertson,
world-famous, living on Park Ave. He was a expert in....
Chemical Warfare. Suddenly he felt good. Something told him that Dr Simmons-Robertson
could help him.
Quickly, he copied down the number and ran outside to a phone booth.
(A/N Just pretend it was in a magazine or something. For the purposes of my story, it
doesn't matter)
"Ring......................."Ring"
"Hello ?", asked him, low distinct voice, with a light, but unmistakeable Irish brogue.
"Dr. Simmons-Robertson ?"
"Speaking"
"Hi, my name is Peter Parker and I read many of your articles on chemicals used as weapons
towards mass destruction. I was wondering if we can meet to discuss that topic"
There was a brief silence.
"Peter Parker. Did you win the Brighton Holloway Science Award a few years back ?"
"Yes, um....yes I did."
"For your research on........ ?"
"The Time Space Continum. Wow..I didn't "
"I was a judge. Why don't you come over to my office in, what a hour ?"
No. He only has 3 hours as it was, and no idea where Dafoe was at the moment.
"How about 15 minutes ?"
"Your that eager to see me. Can I ask you what this about ?."
"I would rather speak to you in person."
"Thats fine"
After quickly jotting down the address, he then decided to use the time he had to
do a check on Frank Dafoe's apartment.
After another swing, Peter landed on his fire escape to a open window. He also
laughed thinking of the situation : A guy that was willing to destroy a city didn't
even have the brains to lock a window. After hopping in , he felt his heart stop.
There was nothing there.
No boards. Panicked, he also fell to his knee's, quickly recovering, when a white paper
on his now empty desk caught his eye.
Ethophyside.
( A/N I made up. Don't bother looking for it :) )
Ethophyside ?
This was it. This was the key, and Dr. Robertson was the lock it fit into.
10 minutes later he was on a private elevator on the way to the top penthouse on a
brownstone.
The elevator door opened to a hall, with a dark red carpet, art and and antiques on
tables lining the walls. Suddenly he heard a voice from the one on the far left.
"Peter Parker ?"
"Yes"
"Come to the library, it the last door on the left"
"Ok", he said as he walked in. It was fulled with books (duh Peter) lined wall to wall.
The room had a fresh book smell,but not dusty and the dapries were open, reflecting off the
smooth wooden floor. There was a large oak desk in the middle, with a
high back chair facing the window. The voice greeted him first.
"Peter Parker. Take a seat."
"Thank You, Dr. Roberts-"
Uncle Ben.
He saw Uncle Ben, in the now turned chair.
Or his Irish Twin. Whatever, but wow......the resemblance was uncanny.
The eye's, nose, the cheeks, everything.
Suddenly, his face wrinkled in to concern.
"Son, are you ok ?"
"Yeah, well you look like someone I used to know."
"I see." He sat back and crossed his legs. "Now, I can I help you ?"
"I need to know about a certain chemical ? "
"Why ?."
"A research paper. I read your research in the library. It's amazing"
"Thank you, but your no slouch yourself"
"How ?"
"Do you think I just let anyone in to my home ?. I did some research before you came. Your
very good. You can do much better then a photographer of that Spider......Spider"
"Man ?", he said.
"Yes, that Spiderman. Interesting chap, he is."
"You think he's a menace ?"
"Oh no. I think he's good for the city. They need a superhero. Now, do, know the
name of this chemical ?."
Reaching into his pocket, he took out the white sheet and handed it to the doctor.
His face stayed the same, but his green eyes reflected a mixture of surprise and concern.
"What ? "
"This is.....wow. How did you even find out about this ?."
"What do you mean ?"
His face showed doubt.
"Please, this is important. You have to trust me. What do you know ?."
Maybe it was the desparate panic on his face that the doctor saw. He let out a deep sigh, and Peter said a
silent prayer. He was going to talk.
"They call it H2D."
Seeing Peter's confused face, he continued.
"Water Death. The FDA is scared shitless of it. It combines some the deadliest
elements in the earth, carbon minxiode, petrolum gas, and about 15 others using specific
formulas uncovered in Germany about 10 years ago. They think the Nazi's were going to use
it, to completely wipe out the Jew's but weren't able to make the chemical in time. Mostly
all labs and all research were thought to
be destroyed, but apparently one of the younger scientists managed to steal a copy of how
to make this "h2d" and it was sold on the black 2 or 3 years ago. With all the medical
advantages today, it took no time to make."
"So what happens if it gets on the water supply ?"
"Well, it doesn't have to be a water supply that gives drinking water. It can be any. One
test tube worth in the say..."
"Hudson River ?"
"Yes, Can kill the city within a week"
"How ?."
"You can't make into gas, but the fumes from the water carry, especially on a windy day.
They say it can travel up, and basically infect people. But no one really knows if was
actually made. It could be a myth."
But's its not, he wanted to say. It's not. Quickly he looked down on his watch 11.
Feeling the panic in his throat.
He had to get out of here.
He had a city to save.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Finally, it took me 2 weeks to get take out :) :)
So, what do you all think ?
My plot will wrap up with 'Chapter 11 Paladin", and I will most likely put up more more chapter,
two at the most. If you guys want, I will write a sequel, but they all depends on the feedback, so please review and tell me what you think ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Also, For anyone confused on the characters they are
James Dafoe- MJ's admirer
Frank Dafoe- bad guy
Cliff Harris Dafoe-James and Franks dad, magazine tycoon
Dr.Tobey Simmons-Robertson-- world famous chemist