Indiana slowly picked her way through the trailer, walking over to where
Logan's body lay. Her heart almost stopped when she found a pulse. It was
faint, but it was there.
Ignoring the pain in her abused body she heaved him up and half carried, half dragged him to a dark van in the parking lot. She had guessed that this was their vehicle. She sent a small thread of energy towards it and found it unlocked. Pulling open the van door Indiana made Logan as comfortable as she could. She wrapped him in blankets to help prevent the onset of shock, and stanched the sluggish bleeding as best she could. Then she went back to their trailer to see what was salvageable.
..........
Indiana looked back and checked Logan for the fifth time that minuet. He was still breathing. It was all good. She looked across to the passenger seat at what she'd been able to salvage. Logan's slightly singed Bomber jacket, her gun and ammo, and the disk. Indiana felt a hatred for it then. This disk that would save thousands of lives and perhaps prevent the Bill from being introduced. She didn't care. At the moment her face and neck were on fire, her body ached, and Logan--- Indiana swallowed back tears--- Logan might die.
*But tears won't help!* She snarled to herself, snarled to the weak part that wanted to call an ambulance and bugger the consequences, the part that wanted someone else to take care of her, fix everything that had happened, make it all better.
In response to that part Indiana lowered her foot on the gas. It was gunna take them thirty hours to reach Westchester New York. She was gunna make it in twenty.
..............
Indiana stepped out of the van and began to fill up. It wouldn't help either of them if they ran out of gas. She filled the tank. And caught the eye of a guy filling up across from them. He was staring with his mouth open.
Indiana looked down at herself.
Logan's blood as well as her own, had stained her pristine singlet scarlet. Her jeans were stiff with blood. Indiana glanced at the wound in her shoulder. It was bleeding freely.
*How could I not have noticed that* She wondered in confusion.
A wave of dizziness almost floored her.
*No. I won't.* A new thought occurred to her. On that blew all traces of dizziness from her mind.
*I can't.*
...........
Indiana looked down at the sloppy bandage that was tied around her shoulder. For some reason the man had been wiling to give up his shirt. Dawn was just breaking over the horizon as New York came into view.
Flashing lights in the rearview mirror caused her to slow down, though she seethed with impatience. The cop got out of the car slowly.
"Can I see your license please, Mam?" Indiana didn't even think before answering
"Don't have one." She said. Through the window the cop caught sight of her shirt.
"Mam, are you okay!?" He asked in concern. Indiana leaned across to the passenger seat and grabbed the gun. Slowly she opened the door.
"No."
...............
The sun was higher then she liked when Indiana finally found the street she was looking for. She'd left rubber on every corner for the last mile. After the cop had so kindly given her directions, Logan's breathing had become very shallow. And there was a bubbling sound every time he breathed in. Two of the holes in his chest were in the vicinity of his lungs. One or both could have made the puncture.
"1407 Graymalkin Lane." Indiana repeated to herself.
A large pair of iron gates barred her path, but they had an intercom at least. Reaching out the window was pure torture, but Indiana did it anyway.
"Yes?" A voice answered.
It was a pleasant masculine voice, of even timber. Indiana mistrusted it immediately.
"Look I got a disk to deliver to whoever runs this place. Open the gates." She demanded
"A disk? Excuse me, who are you? What disk are you talking about?"
"Look. Dick." Indiana searched around in her memory for the name of the guy who'd given her the disk. She couldn't find it, 'cause it wasn't there. The idiot'd never told her his name. Damn!
"Let's try this again. Scott." She almost saw the guy on the other end flinch. Knowing stuff might work out to be useful after all.
"A very dear friend of mine, I would go so far to say my boyfriend, has been shot. I have him with me now. And if you don't open this fucking gate in the next ten seconds." Indiana smiled sweetly "I'll level your fucking house."
Reaching Indiana found the electric blue energy that was her mutation. The gates shot open. She smiled, but didn't let go of the power she'd called.
.............
There was a crowd of people waiting for them at the end of the drive. Indiana brought the van to a halt; jumped out, and yanked open the doors.
"Here let me see." A red headed woman with the look of a doctor about her stepped out of the throng.
Indiana lent over Logan and gently touched his face.
"We're here baby. We're safe. We finally made it." She could feel tears threatening, "I love you."
Indiana felt happy for the first time in a long time. They were safe here, Logan was gunna get some medical attention, he'd be all right. And the disk would go to the right people. She could See this in her heart. But Indiana also knew her powers were new. Not yet trained to the best of their ability. So just in case---
Indiana turned around to the doctor looking woman, she moved out of the way so that she could see the extent of Logan's wounds. She gasped, but the look of recognition in her eyes finally made something click. Logan's 'friends' and her disk receivers were one in the same. That was good. A little more incentive. But like she'd said, just in case---
Indiana stepped up to the woman and took her hands. She smiled into her eyes, her face protested, but she did it anyway.
"If he dies," Indiana said, gesturing to Logan "So do you." Indiana took in the crowd of faces over the woman's shoulder. Gently she turned her around until she faced the crowd. "And so do they."
Indiana knew Logan wouldn't die. But it was always best to make sure of these things. After all, she had learned the price of failure. And it had hurt more than her pocket.
A lot more.
..........
Major Murphy felt the plastic case on the phone in his had crack ever so slightly. Slowly he lowered it to the cradle. He'd just been informed of the abysmal failure of his team. Xavier was now in possession of the disk. It wasn't the death of the team that mattered. There were others. No, this was something else. Major Murphy regarded the view from his office window, then looked down at he file involuntarily crushed in his hands. Opening it he stared into the laughing eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Business had always been just that before. Business. But now he was going to make and exception.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, girl," Murphy said to the unresponsive office walls "'Cause when you least expect it I'm gunna land on you like a tone of bricks. This isn't a job anymore. It's personal." Picking up the now slightly damaged phone, Murphy made a call.
~end~ (ish)
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This is the first fan fiction I have finished in my entire life. I am dead serious and you can all thank KASHA. Who interrupted my steady stream of 'Wings reviews to tell me I needed to update. There may be a sequel, but not right now.
Ignoring the pain in her abused body she heaved him up and half carried, half dragged him to a dark van in the parking lot. She had guessed that this was their vehicle. She sent a small thread of energy towards it and found it unlocked. Pulling open the van door Indiana made Logan as comfortable as she could. She wrapped him in blankets to help prevent the onset of shock, and stanched the sluggish bleeding as best she could. Then she went back to their trailer to see what was salvageable.
..........
Indiana looked back and checked Logan for the fifth time that minuet. He was still breathing. It was all good. She looked across to the passenger seat at what she'd been able to salvage. Logan's slightly singed Bomber jacket, her gun and ammo, and the disk. Indiana felt a hatred for it then. This disk that would save thousands of lives and perhaps prevent the Bill from being introduced. She didn't care. At the moment her face and neck were on fire, her body ached, and Logan--- Indiana swallowed back tears--- Logan might die.
*But tears won't help!* She snarled to herself, snarled to the weak part that wanted to call an ambulance and bugger the consequences, the part that wanted someone else to take care of her, fix everything that had happened, make it all better.
In response to that part Indiana lowered her foot on the gas. It was gunna take them thirty hours to reach Westchester New York. She was gunna make it in twenty.
..............
Indiana stepped out of the van and began to fill up. It wouldn't help either of them if they ran out of gas. She filled the tank. And caught the eye of a guy filling up across from them. He was staring with his mouth open.
Indiana looked down at herself.
Logan's blood as well as her own, had stained her pristine singlet scarlet. Her jeans were stiff with blood. Indiana glanced at the wound in her shoulder. It was bleeding freely.
*How could I not have noticed that* She wondered in confusion.
A wave of dizziness almost floored her.
*No. I won't.* A new thought occurred to her. On that blew all traces of dizziness from her mind.
*I can't.*
...........
Indiana looked down at the sloppy bandage that was tied around her shoulder. For some reason the man had been wiling to give up his shirt. Dawn was just breaking over the horizon as New York came into view.
Flashing lights in the rearview mirror caused her to slow down, though she seethed with impatience. The cop got out of the car slowly.
"Can I see your license please, Mam?" Indiana didn't even think before answering
"Don't have one." She said. Through the window the cop caught sight of her shirt.
"Mam, are you okay!?" He asked in concern. Indiana leaned across to the passenger seat and grabbed the gun. Slowly she opened the door.
"No."
...............
The sun was higher then she liked when Indiana finally found the street she was looking for. She'd left rubber on every corner for the last mile. After the cop had so kindly given her directions, Logan's breathing had become very shallow. And there was a bubbling sound every time he breathed in. Two of the holes in his chest were in the vicinity of his lungs. One or both could have made the puncture.
"1407 Graymalkin Lane." Indiana repeated to herself.
A large pair of iron gates barred her path, but they had an intercom at least. Reaching out the window was pure torture, but Indiana did it anyway.
"Yes?" A voice answered.
It was a pleasant masculine voice, of even timber. Indiana mistrusted it immediately.
"Look I got a disk to deliver to whoever runs this place. Open the gates." She demanded
"A disk? Excuse me, who are you? What disk are you talking about?"
"Look. Dick." Indiana searched around in her memory for the name of the guy who'd given her the disk. She couldn't find it, 'cause it wasn't there. The idiot'd never told her his name. Damn!
"Let's try this again. Scott." She almost saw the guy on the other end flinch. Knowing stuff might work out to be useful after all.
"A very dear friend of mine, I would go so far to say my boyfriend, has been shot. I have him with me now. And if you don't open this fucking gate in the next ten seconds." Indiana smiled sweetly "I'll level your fucking house."
Reaching Indiana found the electric blue energy that was her mutation. The gates shot open. She smiled, but didn't let go of the power she'd called.
.............
There was a crowd of people waiting for them at the end of the drive. Indiana brought the van to a halt; jumped out, and yanked open the doors.
"Here let me see." A red headed woman with the look of a doctor about her stepped out of the throng.
Indiana lent over Logan and gently touched his face.
"We're here baby. We're safe. We finally made it." She could feel tears threatening, "I love you."
Indiana felt happy for the first time in a long time. They were safe here, Logan was gunna get some medical attention, he'd be all right. And the disk would go to the right people. She could See this in her heart. But Indiana also knew her powers were new. Not yet trained to the best of their ability. So just in case---
Indiana turned around to the doctor looking woman, she moved out of the way so that she could see the extent of Logan's wounds. She gasped, but the look of recognition in her eyes finally made something click. Logan's 'friends' and her disk receivers were one in the same. That was good. A little more incentive. But like she'd said, just in case---
Indiana stepped up to the woman and took her hands. She smiled into her eyes, her face protested, but she did it anyway.
"If he dies," Indiana said, gesturing to Logan "So do you." Indiana took in the crowd of faces over the woman's shoulder. Gently she turned her around until she faced the crowd. "And so do they."
Indiana knew Logan wouldn't die. But it was always best to make sure of these things. After all, she had learned the price of failure. And it had hurt more than her pocket.
A lot more.
..........
Major Murphy felt the plastic case on the phone in his had crack ever so slightly. Slowly he lowered it to the cradle. He'd just been informed of the abysmal failure of his team. Xavier was now in possession of the disk. It wasn't the death of the team that mattered. There were others. No, this was something else. Major Murphy regarded the view from his office window, then looked down at he file involuntarily crushed in his hands. Opening it he stared into the laughing eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Business had always been just that before. Business. But now he was going to make and exception.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, girl," Murphy said to the unresponsive office walls "'Cause when you least expect it I'm gunna land on you like a tone of bricks. This isn't a job anymore. It's personal." Picking up the now slightly damaged phone, Murphy made a call.
~end~ (ish)
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This is the first fan fiction I have finished in my entire life. I am dead serious and you can all thank KASHA. Who interrupted my steady stream of 'Wings reviews to tell me I needed to update. There may be a sequel, but not right now.