TITLE : Compromising Situation
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : PG
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : And so, the fanfic ensues. Thanks to everyone for their support! :) Just an aside, I hope I am geographically accurate (never been to B.C., but have done some research for this fic) and if I'm not accurate, ah well! Whatcha gonna do?! evilgrin At the moment, I'm not sure where I'm going, but I figure I'll just kick back and see where the road takes me.
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.4) -------------------------------
December 25th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
Bailey awoke to the comforting sound of a heart monitor and the warm rays that poured in through his window. He glanced around the ICU room, and tried to analyze his current state of being. «Okay, so I'm in Intensive Care . . . this can't be good.» Bailey moved slightly and almost cried out in pain. He took a sharp intake of breath and looked at his left shoulder. It was bandaged up pretty well, but he could still see the his blood sheepishly seeping through the multiple layers. He suddenly bolted up right. "Sam!" He yelled out, which caught the attention of a passing nurse.
The nurse rushed in to calm the agitated patient. "Mr. Malone . . . please refrain from any unnecessary stress. You really need to calm down . . . " She said, forcing him back in lying position.
"Where is she?" Bailey said, sitting up again.
The nurse rolled her eyes and sighed aloud. «It's so much better when they are unconscious . . . » She thought to herself, as she pushed Bailey back down. "Where is who? There was no one with you when the paramedics arrived."
"Where's Sam?!" Bailey started to freak out. "Jack . . . " He whispered menacingly, which forced the nurse to take a step back. Bailey started to get out of bed. "I have to find her."
"Please, lie back down, Mr. Malone!" The nurse said, in an authoritative voice. This grasped the attention of two more nurses on duty, who rushed to aid their fellow worker.
Bailey sat down on the bed, and swung his legs over. Immediately, his shoulder started to bleed, because the wound opened up again. Bailey collapsed on the bed, his legs still dangling over the side. He grabbed his shoulder and closed his eyes, willing the pain to go away. His heart rate increased tremendously, which caused the heart monitor to wail out.
"He's going into shock!" One nurse shouted out, as they lay him back on the bed. A few doctors were called in to help as the others rushed about to get his heart rate and blood pressure stabilized. He was put on a respirator, just in case.
It was at this moment that the VCTF walked into the hospital. It had been a long flight, and they were still half asleep. When they saw a few nurses rushing about, they all got a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach. John braved against his own fears and walked up to the receptionist's desk. "We're here for Bailey Malone." He said, trying to keep his voice steady. The nurse looked up, and then her eyes trailed across Grace and George.
"He's in ICU at the moment. Went into shock a little while ago." The receptionist motioned some seats. "I'll tell you when you can see him . . . " The team sat down and stared blankly at eachother. "He doesn't take well with authority, does he?" The receptionist muttered, more to herself.
The team took a little comfort in the fact that, despite him fighting for his life, he was still the same old Bailey.
***
December 25th -- Riverbend Cave, British Columbia
Sam awoke, the noise of running water echoed through her ears. She searched her surroundings, and suddenly remembered what had happened. Jack had kidnapped her. Bailey had left her after . . . «after. . . » Sam couldn't even say it. But the feeling was still fresh in her mind, and she could feel his hands caressing her. She closed her eyes and a small moan escaped her lips.
"Samantha Waters . . . I'm surprised at you." Jack said, walking into the small cave. He walked up to the bars that he had placed there, creating a jail-like room deep in the cave. "You liked it last night, didn't you?" He flashed her a toothy-grin which repulsed her to the bone.
"Jack . . . " She said, in disgust. "Where am I?" She walked up to the bars.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jack said, avoiding the question. "You have all the accommodations . . . " He trailed off.
"Where am I?" She asked through clenched teeth.
"Getting a little feisty, aren't we, Samantha?" Jack said, leaning in close. "So, Samantha and Bailey finally see what we have seen for years." He said, pacing in front of the cell.
"I don't understand." Sam said, but she was afraid he knew that she knew.
"Come now, do you really think you can play the innocent with me?" Jack said, and reached for Sam through the bars. Sam backed away but continued listening to him. "You've waited a long time for him to touch you like that, haven't you?" Sam looked away. "Haven't you!" Jack yelled. He took a deep breath.
"If you are implying that I . . . " Sam cut herself off.
"Yes, with the father of your child?" Jack wanted to provoke her.
"I was never unfaithful to Tom." Her voice was low and threatening, which excited Jack all the more.
"Maybe not physically, but psychologically." Jack said, leaning against the bars. "You dreamt of him, you had the forbidden thoughts - and you enjoyed them. Ever since you met him, something drew you to him." Jack took a deep breath again. "But he was your teacher, and too many years your senior." He lit a cigarette. "It seemed morally wrong for you, so you settled on Tom - "
"I never settled! I loved Tom!" Sam interjected.
"I don't question that, but you love him more." Jack spat out, complemented by a puff of smoke. "You always have, and you know it Sam." He shook his head. "Tom knew it too . . . didn't he?"
Warm tears were on the verge of spilling. "You're lying! I never . . . " She couldn't go on. «Could it be true?! Could I have been in love with . . . » She nervously bit her lower lip. «No! He's just getting into your mind, creating false images and beliefs so that you crumble.» She shook her head to clear her thoughts. «He could never harm you physically . . . he's killing you psychologically!»
Jack shrugged, obviously Sam was lost in her own thoughts. "I'm glad I found out of your shared love." He said with a deviant smile. "It gave me a motive to kill him!" Jack snorted. He walked up to the bars and looked at Sam. "You know how I hate to kill without a reason." He pouted, then broke into a hoarse laughter.
"You're sick!" Sam yelled. "Bailey wouldn't give up on me!"
"You sound so sure, even when he's six feet under . . . " Jack said, holding up her pistol. "Still warm, still fresh."
She could smell the gun-powder. She sat down, staring blankly at the cave wall. Fragments of images flashed through her mind. Jack hiding out under the bed, listening to them have dinner and then when Bailey had pleasured her. «He had been there!» She cringed. Finally, she saw Bailey at the door. «He had come back.» Sam knew he would never leave her. There wasn't much of a struggle, but she saw the fear and realization in Bailey's eyes. She saw the gun, and there was a shot. Sam snapped back to reality, and Jack was gone. «Well, it's obviously not Jack who was shot, unfortunately.» She thought to herself. "Oh God, Bailey!" She curled up into a little ball, holding herself. It seemed as if all hope was lost and Jack had finally won.
--TBC--
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : PG
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : And so, the fanfic ensues. Thanks to everyone for their support! :) Just an aside, I hope I am geographically accurate (never been to B.C., but have done some research for this fic) and if I'm not accurate, ah well! Whatcha gonna do?! evilgrin At the moment, I'm not sure where I'm going, but I figure I'll just kick back and see where the road takes me.
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.4) -------------------------------
December 25th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
Bailey awoke to the comforting sound of a heart monitor and the warm rays that poured in through his window. He glanced around the ICU room, and tried to analyze his current state of being. «Okay, so I'm in Intensive Care . . . this can't be good.» Bailey moved slightly and almost cried out in pain. He took a sharp intake of breath and looked at his left shoulder. It was bandaged up pretty well, but he could still see the his blood sheepishly seeping through the multiple layers. He suddenly bolted up right. "Sam!" He yelled out, which caught the attention of a passing nurse.
The nurse rushed in to calm the agitated patient. "Mr. Malone . . . please refrain from any unnecessary stress. You really need to calm down . . . " She said, forcing him back in lying position.
"Where is she?" Bailey said, sitting up again.
The nurse rolled her eyes and sighed aloud. «It's so much better when they are unconscious . . . » She thought to herself, as she pushed Bailey back down. "Where is who? There was no one with you when the paramedics arrived."
"Where's Sam?!" Bailey started to freak out. "Jack . . . " He whispered menacingly, which forced the nurse to take a step back. Bailey started to get out of bed. "I have to find her."
"Please, lie back down, Mr. Malone!" The nurse said, in an authoritative voice. This grasped the attention of two more nurses on duty, who rushed to aid their fellow worker.
Bailey sat down on the bed, and swung his legs over. Immediately, his shoulder started to bleed, because the wound opened up again. Bailey collapsed on the bed, his legs still dangling over the side. He grabbed his shoulder and closed his eyes, willing the pain to go away. His heart rate increased tremendously, which caused the heart monitor to wail out.
"He's going into shock!" One nurse shouted out, as they lay him back on the bed. A few doctors were called in to help as the others rushed about to get his heart rate and blood pressure stabilized. He was put on a respirator, just in case.
It was at this moment that the VCTF walked into the hospital. It had been a long flight, and they were still half asleep. When they saw a few nurses rushing about, they all got a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach. John braved against his own fears and walked up to the receptionist's desk. "We're here for Bailey Malone." He said, trying to keep his voice steady. The nurse looked up, and then her eyes trailed across Grace and George.
"He's in ICU at the moment. Went into shock a little while ago." The receptionist motioned some seats. "I'll tell you when you can see him . . . " The team sat down and stared blankly at eachother. "He doesn't take well with authority, does he?" The receptionist muttered, more to herself.
The team took a little comfort in the fact that, despite him fighting for his life, he was still the same old Bailey.
***
December 25th -- Riverbend Cave, British Columbia
Sam awoke, the noise of running water echoed through her ears. She searched her surroundings, and suddenly remembered what had happened. Jack had kidnapped her. Bailey had left her after . . . «after. . . » Sam couldn't even say it. But the feeling was still fresh in her mind, and she could feel his hands caressing her. She closed her eyes and a small moan escaped her lips.
"Samantha Waters . . . I'm surprised at you." Jack said, walking into the small cave. He walked up to the bars that he had placed there, creating a jail-like room deep in the cave. "You liked it last night, didn't you?" He flashed her a toothy-grin which repulsed her to the bone.
"Jack . . . " She said, in disgust. "Where am I?" She walked up to the bars.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jack said, avoiding the question. "You have all the accommodations . . . " He trailed off.
"Where am I?" She asked through clenched teeth.
"Getting a little feisty, aren't we, Samantha?" Jack said, leaning in close. "So, Samantha and Bailey finally see what we have seen for years." He said, pacing in front of the cell.
"I don't understand." Sam said, but she was afraid he knew that she knew.
"Come now, do you really think you can play the innocent with me?" Jack said, and reached for Sam through the bars. Sam backed away but continued listening to him. "You've waited a long time for him to touch you like that, haven't you?" Sam looked away. "Haven't you!" Jack yelled. He took a deep breath.
"If you are implying that I . . . " Sam cut herself off.
"Yes, with the father of your child?" Jack wanted to provoke her.
"I was never unfaithful to Tom." Her voice was low and threatening, which excited Jack all the more.
"Maybe not physically, but psychologically." Jack said, leaning against the bars. "You dreamt of him, you had the forbidden thoughts - and you enjoyed them. Ever since you met him, something drew you to him." Jack took a deep breath again. "But he was your teacher, and too many years your senior." He lit a cigarette. "It seemed morally wrong for you, so you settled on Tom - "
"I never settled! I loved Tom!" Sam interjected.
"I don't question that, but you love him more." Jack spat out, complemented by a puff of smoke. "You always have, and you know it Sam." He shook his head. "Tom knew it too . . . didn't he?"
Warm tears were on the verge of spilling. "You're lying! I never . . . " She couldn't go on. «Could it be true?! Could I have been in love with . . . » She nervously bit her lower lip. «No! He's just getting into your mind, creating false images and beliefs so that you crumble.» She shook her head to clear her thoughts. «He could never harm you physically . . . he's killing you psychologically!»
Jack shrugged, obviously Sam was lost in her own thoughts. "I'm glad I found out of your shared love." He said with a deviant smile. "It gave me a motive to kill him!" Jack snorted. He walked up to the bars and looked at Sam. "You know how I hate to kill without a reason." He pouted, then broke into a hoarse laughter.
"You're sick!" Sam yelled. "Bailey wouldn't give up on me!"
"You sound so sure, even when he's six feet under . . . " Jack said, holding up her pistol. "Still warm, still fresh."
She could smell the gun-powder. She sat down, staring blankly at the cave wall. Fragments of images flashed through her mind. Jack hiding out under the bed, listening to them have dinner and then when Bailey had pleasured her. «He had been there!» She cringed. Finally, she saw Bailey at the door. «He had come back.» Sam knew he would never leave her. There wasn't much of a struggle, but she saw the fear and realization in Bailey's eyes. She saw the gun, and there was a shot. Sam snapped back to reality, and Jack was gone. «Well, it's obviously not Jack who was shot, unfortunately.» She thought to herself. "Oh God, Bailey!" She curled up into a little ball, holding herself. It seemed as if all hope was lost and Jack had finally won.
--TBC--