A/N: Thanks to villianbabe for posting such a kind review of the last
chapter! I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or it's characters.
XVI
Silence is Broken
Dylan and Anthony
I woke up suddenly to the sound of thunder. I pulled away from Anthony and looked around me. "What was that?" I asked.
He pointed to the ocean, where a tall wake broke on the beach in front of us.
"I could have sworn that was thunder," I said, shaking my head. It was then that I noticed that the sun was far to the left of us. I looked at my watch. "It's five-thirty, we should head back."
Anthony nodded and stood up. He reached down and helped me stand.
We climbed up the drop-off and walked back up the hill to the Orphanage.
As we walked, the breeze blew cold and I buttoned my jacket again.
When we reached the Orphanage, a nun came out on the steps. "The Mother Superior wanted to let you know that some food is available for you in the kitchen," she said to the two of us.
"Has a letter arrived for us?" I asked the nun.
"No ma'am," she answered, taking the basket from me. She then turned and walked into the house.
"Let's go inside," Anthony signed to me. Placing a hand on my back, he led me inside and we walked to the kitchen.
Inside, there was a platter of thickly-sliced bread and cheese for us to eat. When I grabbed a piece of bread, the Mother Superior walked into the room. "Ms. Sanders, may I speak to you in privacy for a moment?" she said to me.
I looked over at Anthony, and he just shrugged. I turned and walked over to the Mother Superior. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"Come," she answered. She then walked to the hallway outside the kitchen and stood there, close to the kitchen doorway. "I wanted to ask you, what is your relationship with Anthony?" she asked.
I glanced inside the kitchen at Anthony, who was standing at a window, looking outside. I turned back to the Mother Superior and said simply, "I love him."
The Mother Superior's eyes widened in surprise. She then opened her mouth to say something, when a nun ran up to us.
"I found this out front Mother Superior," she said, handing a folded piece of paper to the Mother.
Without even glancing down at it, she gave the paper to me. "I'm sure that it is for you," she said.
Anthony came over to stand next to me so he could read the letter over my shoulder.
I unfolded the paper and read the letter. This one had one sentence on it. "It's too late too leave, you're mine now. J"
"Oh my god," I said. "What time does the last ferry leave?" I asked the Mother Superior.
"In two minutes," she answered.
"We need to catch the ferry!" I said to Anthony. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the house and to my car. I jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine before Anthony had a chance to close the passenger side door.
I pressed the gas pedal down to the floor and we took off, roaring. "Staying until six," I yelled to Anthony. "And reading the letter delayed us so we missed the last ferry. 'J' will probably kidnap or kill us between now and the time the first ferry will come in the morning. It's a trap!"
We came out of a curve and we were able to see a boat, the ferry, already on its way to San Pedro.
I slammed on the breaks and then got out of the car. "God damn it!" I yelled, hitting my hand on the hood of my car. "We're stuck here," I said as Anthony stood next to me.
"We'll have to go back to the Orphanage," Anthony signed. "Mother Superior will let us stay in one of the extra rooms for the night."
I sighed. "I guess we don't have any other choice," I said. "But we'll-"
I was cut of by the sound of a loud click coming from my car.
Anthony and I looked at each other and turned back to the Orphanage, running as fast as we could. We only got a couple of feet away from the car when it exploded, throwing us into the air.
I landed hard on the grass and the wind was knocked out of me. I lay on the ground, getting my breath back. After awhile, I got on my knees and looked for Anthony.
He was laying face down on the ground a little bit ahead of me, and he wasn't moving.
"Anthony," I heard myself screaming. I crawled over to him and turned him over onto his back.
His face was covered in cuts from flying debris and there was a huge bruise forming on his chin. His eyes were closed and there was soot all over his face.
I reached out to take his pulse, when he grabbed my wrist and opened his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked as Anthony sat up.
He nodded and started standing up, pulling me with him.
I looked at my car, which was smoldering now. "That bastard. I loved that car," I said mournfully.
Anthony picked up his cane and then grabbed my arm and then we walked back to the Orphanage.
Anthony
When they got back to the Orphanage, the Mother Superior let them in and took them to a room on the third floor where they could stay for the night. "I will get a Sister to get some ointment and bandages for you," she said before leaving the room.
Anthony looked over at Dylan when the Mother Superior left. She was standing at the window, looking outside.
As if feeling his gaze on her, Dylan turned and smiled faintly at him. She had cuts on her face, and the cut above her eyebrow had re-opened and was still trickling blood.
"Are you okay?" Anthony signed.
"I'm fine," Dylan answered. "I'm just really angry about my car." She shook her head.
There was a knock on the door and a nun came into the room with some medical supplies. She set them on the bed and then left the room.
When they were done cleaning their wounds and washing the soot from their faces, Anthony walked over to the window, keeping guard.
Dylan was stretched out on the bed, but she wasn't asleep.
Anthony looked out at the light of California. He had told Dylan that beside the cuts and bruise, he was fine. But he could feel that something was wrong with his throat. He coughed and then he turned to Dylan.
"What is it, what's wrong?" she said, sitting up.
"D-Dylan," Anthony whispered hoarsely, speaking for the first time in almost thirty years.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or it's characters.
XVI
Silence is Broken
Dylan and Anthony
I woke up suddenly to the sound of thunder. I pulled away from Anthony and looked around me. "What was that?" I asked.
He pointed to the ocean, where a tall wake broke on the beach in front of us.
"I could have sworn that was thunder," I said, shaking my head. It was then that I noticed that the sun was far to the left of us. I looked at my watch. "It's five-thirty, we should head back."
Anthony nodded and stood up. He reached down and helped me stand.
We climbed up the drop-off and walked back up the hill to the Orphanage.
As we walked, the breeze blew cold and I buttoned my jacket again.
When we reached the Orphanage, a nun came out on the steps. "The Mother Superior wanted to let you know that some food is available for you in the kitchen," she said to the two of us.
"Has a letter arrived for us?" I asked the nun.
"No ma'am," she answered, taking the basket from me. She then turned and walked into the house.
"Let's go inside," Anthony signed to me. Placing a hand on my back, he led me inside and we walked to the kitchen.
Inside, there was a platter of thickly-sliced bread and cheese for us to eat. When I grabbed a piece of bread, the Mother Superior walked into the room. "Ms. Sanders, may I speak to you in privacy for a moment?" she said to me.
I looked over at Anthony, and he just shrugged. I turned and walked over to the Mother Superior. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"Come," she answered. She then walked to the hallway outside the kitchen and stood there, close to the kitchen doorway. "I wanted to ask you, what is your relationship with Anthony?" she asked.
I glanced inside the kitchen at Anthony, who was standing at a window, looking outside. I turned back to the Mother Superior and said simply, "I love him."
The Mother Superior's eyes widened in surprise. She then opened her mouth to say something, when a nun ran up to us.
"I found this out front Mother Superior," she said, handing a folded piece of paper to the Mother.
Without even glancing down at it, she gave the paper to me. "I'm sure that it is for you," she said.
Anthony came over to stand next to me so he could read the letter over my shoulder.
I unfolded the paper and read the letter. This one had one sentence on it. "It's too late too leave, you're mine now. J"
"Oh my god," I said. "What time does the last ferry leave?" I asked the Mother Superior.
"In two minutes," she answered.
"We need to catch the ferry!" I said to Anthony. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the house and to my car. I jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine before Anthony had a chance to close the passenger side door.
I pressed the gas pedal down to the floor and we took off, roaring. "Staying until six," I yelled to Anthony. "And reading the letter delayed us so we missed the last ferry. 'J' will probably kidnap or kill us between now and the time the first ferry will come in the morning. It's a trap!"
We came out of a curve and we were able to see a boat, the ferry, already on its way to San Pedro.
I slammed on the breaks and then got out of the car. "God damn it!" I yelled, hitting my hand on the hood of my car. "We're stuck here," I said as Anthony stood next to me.
"We'll have to go back to the Orphanage," Anthony signed. "Mother Superior will let us stay in one of the extra rooms for the night."
I sighed. "I guess we don't have any other choice," I said. "But we'll-"
I was cut of by the sound of a loud click coming from my car.
Anthony and I looked at each other and turned back to the Orphanage, running as fast as we could. We only got a couple of feet away from the car when it exploded, throwing us into the air.
I landed hard on the grass and the wind was knocked out of me. I lay on the ground, getting my breath back. After awhile, I got on my knees and looked for Anthony.
He was laying face down on the ground a little bit ahead of me, and he wasn't moving.
"Anthony," I heard myself screaming. I crawled over to him and turned him over onto his back.
His face was covered in cuts from flying debris and there was a huge bruise forming on his chin. His eyes were closed and there was soot all over his face.
I reached out to take his pulse, when he grabbed my wrist and opened his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked as Anthony sat up.
He nodded and started standing up, pulling me with him.
I looked at my car, which was smoldering now. "That bastard. I loved that car," I said mournfully.
Anthony picked up his cane and then grabbed my arm and then we walked back to the Orphanage.
Anthony
When they got back to the Orphanage, the Mother Superior let them in and took them to a room on the third floor where they could stay for the night. "I will get a Sister to get some ointment and bandages for you," she said before leaving the room.
Anthony looked over at Dylan when the Mother Superior left. She was standing at the window, looking outside.
As if feeling his gaze on her, Dylan turned and smiled faintly at him. She had cuts on her face, and the cut above her eyebrow had re-opened and was still trickling blood.
"Are you okay?" Anthony signed.
"I'm fine," Dylan answered. "I'm just really angry about my car." She shook her head.
There was a knock on the door and a nun came into the room with some medical supplies. She set them on the bed and then left the room.
When they were done cleaning their wounds and washing the soot from their faces, Anthony walked over to the window, keeping guard.
Dylan was stretched out on the bed, but she wasn't asleep.
Anthony looked out at the light of California. He had told Dylan that beside the cuts and bruise, he was fine. But he could feel that something was wrong with his throat. He coughed and then he turned to Dylan.
"What is it, what's wrong?" she said, sitting up.
"D-Dylan," Anthony whispered hoarsely, speaking for the first time in almost thirty years.