Note: Okay, sorry I took so long to update, but I had a lot of things going
on, along with a bit of writer's block. Anyways, I managed to get over that
and find some time to write this chapter finally, so enjoy!!:-D
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Jesse opened his eyes slowly and looked around, soon realizing what had just happened moments before. He was enjoying his meal one minute, and was now laying with some of the building on top of him the next. He moved a little and soon found that nothing extremely heavy was on top of him when he was able to sit up some. He surveyed the destroyed barbeque bobs and realized that this wasn't any minor mishap; for whoever did this wanted all four of them dead, and with the damage he saw before his eyes, this person could very well have succeeded.
He carefully stood up, and immediately grabbed onto the wall when a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over him. He stood there for a few minutes and took a deep breath, for he couldn't quit now. He had to find the other three. As he started to move once more, he suddenly heard a slight groan coming from beneath him, with what sounded like a male's voice. So either Mark or Steve was still alive, and he hoped prayed that the remaining two had the same fortune as well.
He removed some debris out of his way and leaned down to the where the voice was coming, soon seeing that the voice belonged to Steve. "Steve! Can you hear me, buddy?"
Jesse listened closely and soon heard a weak voice fill his ears once more. "Mm... Jesse?"
Jesse let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, it's me. Aren't you lucky that you got trapped with me?"
"Yeah, as if the first time wasn't pleasant enough," Steve replied, referring to when the hospital blew up and they were trapped together.
"Hey, it wasn't all bad! We made ourselves do something that we never would have done if we weren't in there- we brought a barbeque joint."
"Yeah, that of which ironically blew up."
Jesse's happy grin suddenly disappeared. "Good point."
"Look, just help me up, allright?" he replied, trying to move some debris off of him.
Jesse sighed and helped remove some until he could see Steve's full body, gasping at what he saw. Not only did he have blood dripping on parts of his face, but his whole shirt was soaked with blood as well. "What the- how the hell are you still talking with that much blood... you know... coming out of you."
Steve grinned and got some on his fingers, then licking it off the next minute, which almost made Jesse lose his dinner. "Jess, take a look around. Where are we?"
"Uh... The kitchen?"
Steve grinned. "And I'm where?"
"Uh, near the stove."
"Which had what on it?"
Jesse hesitated a moment. "A big pan of barbeque sauce."
Steve nodded. "Exactly."
Jesse grinned slightly, looking a bit uncomfortable at the moment. "So what's your point?"
Steve laughed slightly and got up from the ground with the help of Jesse. "Nothing. Just don't assume, because you know what people who assume are-"
"Oh, don't even go there. You can just find your own way out if-"
Jesse looked around not able to see a way out and swallowed hard. "-If uh, you let me help you."
Steve smiled. "Sure thing, partner."
Steve walked around the place, and saw a slight opening at the top of a bunch of concrete piled together. He moved one of them slightly, and immediately jumped back when even more came tumbling down. Jesse tripped as he moved back as well, and together they both tumbled to the ground.
"Wow, we make a good pair," Jesse stated. "Kind of like butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid."
Steve sighed, and managed to get himself off the ground. "Like butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid?"
Jesse shrugged as he managed to get himself off the ground as well. "Or a lonely doctor and a lonely police lieutenant."
"Right, Jess. Well, doc, how are we going to get ourselves out of this one?"
Jesse hesitated a moment. "Hey, I said I was lonely, not smart."
"Yeah, well we had both better get smart, or we're going to be trapped in here for awhile. And keep in mind that Amanda and my dad are still here somewhere. I just hope that they're allright. God forbid..." **
"You're going to pay, Sloan! You're going to know what it feels like to lose someone close to you, just like I did! You're going to pay!!"
Mark awoke with a start, and sighed. It was just a dream... Only he had woken up to a nightmare. He looked around and saw that he was still in the dining area, not too far from where he was eating just a few minutes ago. He knew that somehow, someway that Mike Pearson was to blame for this. Whether he was dead or alive, he was still to blame... Mark could feel it. But he wasn't going to let him win. He would make sure that he and the other three would get out safely, no matter what it took.
He then managed to get himself to stand up, and looked himself over. A few cuts and bruises, a little blood dripping from his forehead, but nothing else that he could see or feel. "Okay, I'm fine, now I need to find Steve, Amanda, and Jesse," he said to himself, making his way through all the destruction. "Steve?! Amanda?! Jesse?! Can you guys hear me?!"
He then heard a slight noise and sprinted over to where he heard it, soon finding Amanda to match it. "Amanda, honey, are you allright?"
"You mean, do I have any punctured lungs like last time? No, I think I'll live."
Mark examined her closely. "Well, looks to me like you just have a miled concussion and some cuts and bruises. Do you think you can stand?"
Amanda slowly tried rise to her feet with the support of Mark, soon hearing two other voices. "Hello? Is there anyone in here?!"
They both looked over and saw two rescue workers surveying the place, bringing them a sigh of relief. "Over here!" Mark shouted.
Both the workers spotted them and ran over, trying to avoid all the debris that was in their way. "Are you both allright?"
"Yes, we're fine, but my son and my friend are still in here somewhere," Mark replied, a concerned look written all over his face.
One of the workers nodded, as they both took Mark and Amanda and started to safely guide them out of the building. "Don't worry, I'm sure they're allright. We have other rescue workers searching the building. If they're in here, they hopefully should be found soon." Mark just nodded as he stared ahead in a trance. He didn't know what else to say or do; for his fear for Steve and Jesse's was taking over him, making it where he didn't even know if his hope would be a success or a failure.
As they made it completely outside, some emt workers greeted him and Amanda and carefully guided them to an ambulance to look over them. "Well, looks like you both are lucky," the emt stated, as he was working on Mark. "If the roof had completely came down, you would've been a pancake. Thank goodness the bomb wasn't that powerful."
"So you think that my son and my friend survived?" Mark asked, staring the destructed building, with worry all over his face.
"Well, I don't know. Even in non powerful bombs, people can be seriously injured or killed..." He stopped himself when he suddenly saw Mark's face grow with more concern. "... But uh, what do I know? It's not like I'm on the bomb squad or anything. I could be wrong."
Mark barely moved as he sat there, not taking his eyes away from the building. "I sure hope you are."
A sudden ring interrupted his trance, and after a few minutes realized that it was his own phone, which surprisingly didn't get damaged by the destruction. Hopeful that maybe Steve or Jesse had the same luck with their phone and was calling him, he grabbed it without hesitation, and answered. "Hello? Son? Jesse?"
He then cringed as he heard an all too familiar laugh, followed by a not too pleasant voice. "Wouldn't you love that Dr. Sloan? Sorry, but you'll have to settle for me, instead."
Mark's knuckles started to turn white as he clenched it in a fist in anger. "I thought you were dead."
"Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"On who you think I am. You could be wrong you know."
"Look, I don't have time for guessing games. What do you want?"
"Mm, not much. Just pleasure from watching you suffer, while loved ones are suffering."
"Mike, please, I'm begging-"
"Why exactly are you calling me Mike, doctor? Isn't Mike dead? Didn't you kill him?"
"What? No, I- who is this?"
"Your worst nightmare. Oh, and don't clench your hands, doc. That's how arthritis is started, or in your case, gets worse."
Mark's heart nearly stopped as he suddenly felt the hairs on the top of his neck stand on end. "You can see me?"
"Why of course, doc. I like to examine my handy work."
"You're the one responsible for this?"
"I don't know. You're supposed to be the smart one. You figure it out."
"I swear, if anything happens to Steve or Jesse, I'll-"
"You'll what? Kill me? Sorry, but I think I have more power over you. And now if you don't mind, I think I'll take pleasure in watching you suffer once more. Say good-bye to your precious little son and friend."
Mark then heard the line go dead as his face turned a sheet of white. He then saw more workers starting to go in to look for Steve and Jesse, and jumped off the ambulance, starting to scream at them. "No, don't go in there! It's not-"
He was then interrupted as he fell to the ground, soon seeing another explosion that took over his fears once again.
TBC..
Jesse opened his eyes slowly and looked around, soon realizing what had just happened moments before. He was enjoying his meal one minute, and was now laying with some of the building on top of him the next. He moved a little and soon found that nothing extremely heavy was on top of him when he was able to sit up some. He surveyed the destroyed barbeque bobs and realized that this wasn't any minor mishap; for whoever did this wanted all four of them dead, and with the damage he saw before his eyes, this person could very well have succeeded.
He carefully stood up, and immediately grabbed onto the wall when a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over him. He stood there for a few minutes and took a deep breath, for he couldn't quit now. He had to find the other three. As he started to move once more, he suddenly heard a slight groan coming from beneath him, with what sounded like a male's voice. So either Mark or Steve was still alive, and he hoped prayed that the remaining two had the same fortune as well.
He removed some debris out of his way and leaned down to the where the voice was coming, soon seeing that the voice belonged to Steve. "Steve! Can you hear me, buddy?"
Jesse listened closely and soon heard a weak voice fill his ears once more. "Mm... Jesse?"
Jesse let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, it's me. Aren't you lucky that you got trapped with me?"
"Yeah, as if the first time wasn't pleasant enough," Steve replied, referring to when the hospital blew up and they were trapped together.
"Hey, it wasn't all bad! We made ourselves do something that we never would have done if we weren't in there- we brought a barbeque joint."
"Yeah, that of which ironically blew up."
Jesse's happy grin suddenly disappeared. "Good point."
"Look, just help me up, allright?" he replied, trying to move some debris off of him.
Jesse sighed and helped remove some until he could see Steve's full body, gasping at what he saw. Not only did he have blood dripping on parts of his face, but his whole shirt was soaked with blood as well. "What the- how the hell are you still talking with that much blood... you know... coming out of you."
Steve grinned and got some on his fingers, then licking it off the next minute, which almost made Jesse lose his dinner. "Jess, take a look around. Where are we?"
"Uh... The kitchen?"
Steve grinned. "And I'm where?"
"Uh, near the stove."
"Which had what on it?"
Jesse hesitated a moment. "A big pan of barbeque sauce."
Steve nodded. "Exactly."
Jesse grinned slightly, looking a bit uncomfortable at the moment. "So what's your point?"
Steve laughed slightly and got up from the ground with the help of Jesse. "Nothing. Just don't assume, because you know what people who assume are-"
"Oh, don't even go there. You can just find your own way out if-"
Jesse looked around not able to see a way out and swallowed hard. "-If uh, you let me help you."
Steve smiled. "Sure thing, partner."
Steve walked around the place, and saw a slight opening at the top of a bunch of concrete piled together. He moved one of them slightly, and immediately jumped back when even more came tumbling down. Jesse tripped as he moved back as well, and together they both tumbled to the ground.
"Wow, we make a good pair," Jesse stated. "Kind of like butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid."
Steve sighed, and managed to get himself off the ground. "Like butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid?"
Jesse shrugged as he managed to get himself off the ground as well. "Or a lonely doctor and a lonely police lieutenant."
"Right, Jess. Well, doc, how are we going to get ourselves out of this one?"
Jesse hesitated a moment. "Hey, I said I was lonely, not smart."
"Yeah, well we had both better get smart, or we're going to be trapped in here for awhile. And keep in mind that Amanda and my dad are still here somewhere. I just hope that they're allright. God forbid..." **
"You're going to pay, Sloan! You're going to know what it feels like to lose someone close to you, just like I did! You're going to pay!!"
Mark awoke with a start, and sighed. It was just a dream... Only he had woken up to a nightmare. He looked around and saw that he was still in the dining area, not too far from where he was eating just a few minutes ago. He knew that somehow, someway that Mike Pearson was to blame for this. Whether he was dead or alive, he was still to blame... Mark could feel it. But he wasn't going to let him win. He would make sure that he and the other three would get out safely, no matter what it took.
He then managed to get himself to stand up, and looked himself over. A few cuts and bruises, a little blood dripping from his forehead, but nothing else that he could see or feel. "Okay, I'm fine, now I need to find Steve, Amanda, and Jesse," he said to himself, making his way through all the destruction. "Steve?! Amanda?! Jesse?! Can you guys hear me?!"
He then heard a slight noise and sprinted over to where he heard it, soon finding Amanda to match it. "Amanda, honey, are you allright?"
"You mean, do I have any punctured lungs like last time? No, I think I'll live."
Mark examined her closely. "Well, looks to me like you just have a miled concussion and some cuts and bruises. Do you think you can stand?"
Amanda slowly tried rise to her feet with the support of Mark, soon hearing two other voices. "Hello? Is there anyone in here?!"
They both looked over and saw two rescue workers surveying the place, bringing them a sigh of relief. "Over here!" Mark shouted.
Both the workers spotted them and ran over, trying to avoid all the debris that was in their way. "Are you both allright?"
"Yes, we're fine, but my son and my friend are still in here somewhere," Mark replied, a concerned look written all over his face.
One of the workers nodded, as they both took Mark and Amanda and started to safely guide them out of the building. "Don't worry, I'm sure they're allright. We have other rescue workers searching the building. If they're in here, they hopefully should be found soon." Mark just nodded as he stared ahead in a trance. He didn't know what else to say or do; for his fear for Steve and Jesse's was taking over him, making it where he didn't even know if his hope would be a success or a failure.
As they made it completely outside, some emt workers greeted him and Amanda and carefully guided them to an ambulance to look over them. "Well, looks like you both are lucky," the emt stated, as he was working on Mark. "If the roof had completely came down, you would've been a pancake. Thank goodness the bomb wasn't that powerful."
"So you think that my son and my friend survived?" Mark asked, staring the destructed building, with worry all over his face.
"Well, I don't know. Even in non powerful bombs, people can be seriously injured or killed..." He stopped himself when he suddenly saw Mark's face grow with more concern. "... But uh, what do I know? It's not like I'm on the bomb squad or anything. I could be wrong."
Mark barely moved as he sat there, not taking his eyes away from the building. "I sure hope you are."
A sudden ring interrupted his trance, and after a few minutes realized that it was his own phone, which surprisingly didn't get damaged by the destruction. Hopeful that maybe Steve or Jesse had the same luck with their phone and was calling him, he grabbed it without hesitation, and answered. "Hello? Son? Jesse?"
He then cringed as he heard an all too familiar laugh, followed by a not too pleasant voice. "Wouldn't you love that Dr. Sloan? Sorry, but you'll have to settle for me, instead."
Mark's knuckles started to turn white as he clenched it in a fist in anger. "I thought you were dead."
"Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"On who you think I am. You could be wrong you know."
"Look, I don't have time for guessing games. What do you want?"
"Mm, not much. Just pleasure from watching you suffer, while loved ones are suffering."
"Mike, please, I'm begging-"
"Why exactly are you calling me Mike, doctor? Isn't Mike dead? Didn't you kill him?"
"What? No, I- who is this?"
"Your worst nightmare. Oh, and don't clench your hands, doc. That's how arthritis is started, or in your case, gets worse."
Mark's heart nearly stopped as he suddenly felt the hairs on the top of his neck stand on end. "You can see me?"
"Why of course, doc. I like to examine my handy work."
"You're the one responsible for this?"
"I don't know. You're supposed to be the smart one. You figure it out."
"I swear, if anything happens to Steve or Jesse, I'll-"
"You'll what? Kill me? Sorry, but I think I have more power over you. And now if you don't mind, I think I'll take pleasure in watching you suffer once more. Say good-bye to your precious little son and friend."
Mark then heard the line go dead as his face turned a sheet of white. He then saw more workers starting to go in to look for Steve and Jesse, and jumped off the ambulance, starting to scream at them. "No, don't go in there! It's not-"
He was then interrupted as he fell to the ground, soon seeing another explosion that took over his fears once again.
TBC..
