STIR OF ECHOES
By Becki
Summary: Sequel to We'll Never Know. The stars straighten out. But there's something standing in the way of their happiness. Kate's past. This could probably stand alone but I'd advise you to read We'll Never Know so you get an idea of who Kate is.
Rating: G - it's a little sad if you're the sappy type.
Comments: Well, here's my second fan fic I've downloaded. Hope you like it. It's a little different from the first in how it's written, it was an idea I already had which I altered to fit this storyline. Comments would be very helpful to find out if this is what people like.
Disclaimer: A-Team aren't mine. The Omega Defence is from the film True Lies - I couldn't think of a better name so thank you to the writers of that film. There's a couple of songs in this - There You'll Be by Faith Hill and I Saw You Today by Bobby Braddock. Once again there's little so you know where they start and end. I had done them in purple but it doesn't do colour. Pshaw!
PS. I've put Dr. Richter's first name as Adam but I don't know if it is or not. Someone else had used the name and I couldn't remember if they'd ever mentioned it in an episode, so if you know different please let me know. Cheers.
PART ONE - The Past is Never Far.
She walked through the door and stopped, looking around. The warehouse looked familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. She walked across - her footsteps echoing deathly around the large building. She could hear the familiar sound of whistling but she couldn't remember where she had heard the tune before. She headed towards the faint light coming from under the door to the office. Before she could reach it, the door opened and light flooded the area where she stood, blinding her.
He was standing infront of her. She couldn't see his face, only a silhouette and she lifted her hand up to shield her eyes from the light. He raised his arm and the glimmer of metal caught her eyes. She knew what was coming but she was frozen to the spot - she couldn't move. She heard it before she felt it. It echoed around her head, then she felt the bullets rip through her flesh - in her thigh, shoulder and side - forcing her backwards, but she managed to keep her footing. Her glazed, wide eyes stared at him as he smirked at the fear he saw. She felt her legs give from under her as she heard a distant scream and realised it was her voice. She jerked -
- And sat bolt upright. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. The scream from her throat had awoken her - thank goodness. She laid down and closed her eyes, relieved that it was just a dream. When she had calmed, she leaned over and looked at her clock. It was 6.45. She only had 15 more minutes before her alarm went off. She decided that she'd had enough sleep for one night so she got up and turned her alarm off.
Just routine work today, she told herself as she took a shower and got changed. But that wasn't it...the work was fine...it was where she would be going...'he' was there...
She really wasn't sure what to do...what to say...if - no - when...she saw him...and he saw her...what would he do? What would he say? Would they just stand there...staring at each other...with that awkward silence crashing around them...? So many times she had been so sure she could talk to him...she had so many questions...but now...she didn't think she could. Maybe she could just forget about going...?
She shook her head and sipped her coffee, looking at her notes on the table. She'd had this question before. And she knew the answer. She had to go. She had no choice. It was her only lead and she had to use it, or that was it, that was the end of the road.
No, she couldn't let go. She had to follow this through. All her life she had had this urgency to finish things she started, which had been heightened ever since joining the CIA. She had thought that it had been the best thing she had done to enhance her career - taking it further by going into forensics and investigating for top secret government work.
She laughed with hindsight. What a 'big' mistake. Almost ten months recuperating from the injuries from that last job she had taken on with her partner - and that was after getting out of hospital.
That was when the determination started...the obsession to find who had done that to her. At first her boss and partner had supported and helped her, even though the case wasn't actually active at the time. Then as time went on and she became more and more obsessed, they became worried about her. She wouldn't listen to them and her boss was forced to give her time off saying that she needed more time to get over the trauma of the injury. He'd told her to go home, relax and to not come back until she'd gotten this obsession out of her head and was ready to come back afresh.
She had stormed out - with the information they had already gathered. She wasn't prepared to leave it be so soon. She knew that she would miss the excitement - the adrenaline rush was so exhilarating - she'd only ever heard one to describe it - The Jazz. She had missed it after her injury and she didn't want to go but he had given her no choice.
She'd pored over that information day and night until she had found leads to follow. Most were dead ends. Now, she only had one lead left, the one she had left till last, hoping to never have to use it.
What do you think for a start? Do you like where this story is leading? I wasn't sure...comments please.
By Becki
Summary: Sequel to We'll Never Know. The stars straighten out. But there's something standing in the way of their happiness. Kate's past. This could probably stand alone but I'd advise you to read We'll Never Know so you get an idea of who Kate is.
Rating: G - it's a little sad if you're the sappy type.
Comments: Well, here's my second fan fic I've downloaded. Hope you like it. It's a little different from the first in how it's written, it was an idea I already had which I altered to fit this storyline. Comments would be very helpful to find out if this is what people like.
Disclaimer: A-Team aren't mine. The Omega Defence is from the film True Lies - I couldn't think of a better name so thank you to the writers of that film. There's a couple of songs in this - There You'll Be by Faith Hill and I Saw You Today by Bobby Braddock. Once again there's little so you know where they start and end. I had done them in purple but it doesn't do colour. Pshaw!
PS. I've put Dr. Richter's first name as Adam but I don't know if it is or not. Someone else had used the name and I couldn't remember if they'd ever mentioned it in an episode, so if you know different please let me know. Cheers.
PART ONE - The Past is Never Far.
She walked through the door and stopped, looking around. The warehouse looked familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. She walked across - her footsteps echoing deathly around the large building. She could hear the familiar sound of whistling but she couldn't remember where she had heard the tune before. She headed towards the faint light coming from under the door to the office. Before she could reach it, the door opened and light flooded the area where she stood, blinding her.
He was standing infront of her. She couldn't see his face, only a silhouette and she lifted her hand up to shield her eyes from the light. He raised his arm and the glimmer of metal caught her eyes. She knew what was coming but she was frozen to the spot - she couldn't move. She heard it before she felt it. It echoed around her head, then she felt the bullets rip through her flesh - in her thigh, shoulder and side - forcing her backwards, but she managed to keep her footing. Her glazed, wide eyes stared at him as he smirked at the fear he saw. She felt her legs give from under her as she heard a distant scream and realised it was her voice. She jerked -
- And sat bolt upright. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. The scream from her throat had awoken her - thank goodness. She laid down and closed her eyes, relieved that it was just a dream. When she had calmed, she leaned over and looked at her clock. It was 6.45. She only had 15 more minutes before her alarm went off. She decided that she'd had enough sleep for one night so she got up and turned her alarm off.
Just routine work today, she told herself as she took a shower and got changed. But that wasn't it...the work was fine...it was where she would be going...'he' was there...
She really wasn't sure what to do...what to say...if - no - when...she saw him...and he saw her...what would he do? What would he say? Would they just stand there...staring at each other...with that awkward silence crashing around them...? So many times she had been so sure she could talk to him...she had so many questions...but now...she didn't think she could. Maybe she could just forget about going...?
She shook her head and sipped her coffee, looking at her notes on the table. She'd had this question before. And she knew the answer. She had to go. She had no choice. It was her only lead and she had to use it, or that was it, that was the end of the road.
No, she couldn't let go. She had to follow this through. All her life she had had this urgency to finish things she started, which had been heightened ever since joining the CIA. She had thought that it had been the best thing she had done to enhance her career - taking it further by going into forensics and investigating for top secret government work.
She laughed with hindsight. What a 'big' mistake. Almost ten months recuperating from the injuries from that last job she had taken on with her partner - and that was after getting out of hospital.
That was when the determination started...the obsession to find who had done that to her. At first her boss and partner had supported and helped her, even though the case wasn't actually active at the time. Then as time went on and she became more and more obsessed, they became worried about her. She wouldn't listen to them and her boss was forced to give her time off saying that she needed more time to get over the trauma of the injury. He'd told her to go home, relax and to not come back until she'd gotten this obsession out of her head and was ready to come back afresh.
She had stormed out - with the information they had already gathered. She wasn't prepared to leave it be so soon. She knew that she would miss the excitement - the adrenaline rush was so exhilarating - she'd only ever heard one to describe it - The Jazz. She had missed it after her injury and she didn't want to go but he had given her no choice.
She'd pored over that information day and night until she had found leads to follow. Most were dead ends. Now, she only had one lead left, the one she had left till last, hoping to never have to use it.
What do you think for a start? Do you like where this story is leading? I wasn't sure...comments please.