LIFE OR DEATH
Part 6: A Simple Plan.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I am making them my toys for the time being. I promise I'll put them back where I found them.
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank all you readers who are supporting my picking up of the series. It's really propelling me to write more. I'm having writer's block on another fic that I'm beginning to work on, so this is good to fill the time and express some repressed creativity.
Sydney's Office
"Parker, what is the problem? You've been here twice today," Sydney stated softly. Parker sat down across from the older man. She rubbed her face and sighed before starting.
"I know that this will be hard to believe. I'm not sure that I totally believe in it either. But. . ." she paused as she took a shuddering breath, "Jarod is still alive. They're keeping him down in SL27. He's comatose, but alive all the same." She stopped to gauge his reaction.
Sydney struggled to keep his own tears in. Jarod was alive! He had never given up a hope, but it had been hard to keep believing as he did for three months without proof. Now he had it.
"Parker, are you absolutely sure?" he asked, working to restrain his joy. When her dark head nodded, his eyes closed in relief.
"Sydney. . .Sydney?" Parker asked after a few minutes, attempting to get his attention. Once the older man looked up, Parker continued.
"We-I-need to do something. He doesn't belong here, Syd. We both know that. He needs proper care. I have this feeling that he's down there for a reason, for a purpose. And once that purpose is fulfilled, he's not needed anymore. So, they'll get rid of him." Tears were standing still in her eyes at that moment. She tried with all her might to keep them in, and succeeded. She cleared her throat, looked down for a second, and passed her hand over her face. Once she looked back up, she was Miss Parker, Ice Queen again. She firmly set her jaw and whispered coolly, "We need a plan, Freud. And quick. We've got one week before our vacations. I'm getting this suspicion that something big will happen then, while we're gone. Get together with Broots and Angelo. Tell no one else. Got it?" Sydney nodded.
"I also want surveillance down there. I want to see what the good doctor is up to. If Cox so much as picks his nose, I want to know about it." Parker sent Sydney a look that conveyed a small bit of warmth. He nodded again, this time less perceptibly. Parker turned on her heel and walked out of his office briskly.
Sydney slumped in his chair in relief.
SL27 Two Days Later
Sydney and Broots sat in the ventilation shaft, watching the unconscious Jarod. The older man watched as Broots placed a miniscule camera just outside the vent. This camera was so small that the human eye couldn't detect it against the wall, which was the same color as the camera.
Sydney held back tears as he turned his gaze towards Jarod once more. The young man had been through so much in only a short time. Sydney only wanted happiness for him. The plan Broots had designed would hopefully provide that happiness, even if it was thirty years too late.
"Syd," whispered Broots' tremulous voice. The grayed man looked over to the balding one.
"Yes, Broots?" he whispered back.
"The-the camera's up. W-we should go," he stammered after licking his lips nervously. Sydney nodded. Slowly, and quietly, the two made their way back up to the main levels. The image of Jarod, his strong and crafty Jarod, hooked up to all those tubes and wires was burned into his memory. But Sydney smiled. The monkey who got away once was about to get away again. This time with the help of the man in the yellow hat.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I am making them my toys for the time being. I promise I'll put them back where I found them.
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank all you readers who are supporting my picking up of the series. It's really propelling me to write more. I'm having writer's block on another fic that I'm beginning to work on, so this is good to fill the time and express some repressed creativity.
Sydney's Office
"Parker, what is the problem? You've been here twice today," Sydney stated softly. Parker sat down across from the older man. She rubbed her face and sighed before starting.
"I know that this will be hard to believe. I'm not sure that I totally believe in it either. But. . ." she paused as she took a shuddering breath, "Jarod is still alive. They're keeping him down in SL27. He's comatose, but alive all the same." She stopped to gauge his reaction.
Sydney struggled to keep his own tears in. Jarod was alive! He had never given up a hope, but it had been hard to keep believing as he did for three months without proof. Now he had it.
"Parker, are you absolutely sure?" he asked, working to restrain his joy. When her dark head nodded, his eyes closed in relief.
"Sydney. . .Sydney?" Parker asked after a few minutes, attempting to get his attention. Once the older man looked up, Parker continued.
"We-I-need to do something. He doesn't belong here, Syd. We both know that. He needs proper care. I have this feeling that he's down there for a reason, for a purpose. And once that purpose is fulfilled, he's not needed anymore. So, they'll get rid of him." Tears were standing still in her eyes at that moment. She tried with all her might to keep them in, and succeeded. She cleared her throat, looked down for a second, and passed her hand over her face. Once she looked back up, she was Miss Parker, Ice Queen again. She firmly set her jaw and whispered coolly, "We need a plan, Freud. And quick. We've got one week before our vacations. I'm getting this suspicion that something big will happen then, while we're gone. Get together with Broots and Angelo. Tell no one else. Got it?" Sydney nodded.
"I also want surveillance down there. I want to see what the good doctor is up to. If Cox so much as picks his nose, I want to know about it." Parker sent Sydney a look that conveyed a small bit of warmth. He nodded again, this time less perceptibly. Parker turned on her heel and walked out of his office briskly.
Sydney slumped in his chair in relief.
SL27 Two Days Later
Sydney and Broots sat in the ventilation shaft, watching the unconscious Jarod. The older man watched as Broots placed a miniscule camera just outside the vent. This camera was so small that the human eye couldn't detect it against the wall, which was the same color as the camera.
Sydney held back tears as he turned his gaze towards Jarod once more. The young man had been through so much in only a short time. Sydney only wanted happiness for him. The plan Broots had designed would hopefully provide that happiness, even if it was thirty years too late.
"Syd," whispered Broots' tremulous voice. The grayed man looked over to the balding one.
"Yes, Broots?" he whispered back.
"The-the camera's up. W-we should go," he stammered after licking his lips nervously. Sydney nodded. Slowly, and quietly, the two made their way back up to the main levels. The image of Jarod, his strong and crafty Jarod, hooked up to all those tubes and wires was burned into his memory. But Sydney smiled. The monkey who got away once was about to get away again. This time with the help of the man in the yellow hat.