Hah. This is rather funny. I can't stop thinking about poking John
Doggett, even though Robert Patrick could and would kill me. (Continues
poking Doggett as he aims his gun blankly at me). Lol. So here's Chapter
6. Oh yeah, and the quote at the beginning of the chapter has absolutely
no significance to the story. I have watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show
twice in the last 24 hours.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ` ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Let's do the time warp again! It's just a jump to the left. And then a step to the right! Put your hands on your hips. And pull your knees in tight! And it's a pelvic thrust that really drives you insane! Let's do the time warp again!"
~The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Time Warp
Chapter 6: The Helpless Asking for Help
Luke opened his eyes wider as he tugged on his father's sleeve, trying to get the man's attention. He said nothing, slipping into a silent vigil intent on telling his father that he was in danger. Lifting his head up, he looked into the cold eyes of the black, inky form developing, with a giant spike for a arm and hand, getting ready to force it through the seat and murder his Daddy.
But Luke was on a rescue mission of his own, and with a large amount of bravery he forced the silver bracelet into his Daddy's pocket and shook it around, finally stirring something of attention from his father.
The Demon like thing shoved the stake through John's heart, and Luke moaned silently, but saw that the spike went straight through his father, and not touch him at all. The boy gave a triumphant grin and curled under the seat like a cat.
John looked behind him, wondering what had made that noise. He felt a dead weight in his pocket, shoving his hand inside and picked out the infamous charm bracelet that apparently belonged to Phoebe. The second the metal touched his fingers the blackness covering his eyes seemed to fade away, and small splashes of colour appeared. The boy under the seat watched the black form leave the car entirely followed by small pieces floating from his Daddy. John blinked and winced at the harsh light.
"What is it?" Monica asked, as her partner's eyes tightened so hard that tears formed and started to fall down his cheeks. John pulled the object from his pocket and looked at Monica.
"I think it's that bracelet Brian was looking for at the Police Station." He said, rubbing his eyes with a small laugh. "And it's a miracle worker."
"How do you mean?" He looked at her sincerely.
"I can see again." He replied, rubbing his eyes again. The boy grinned and sat on the back seat, swinging his legs. Monica grinned and sighed deeply.
"Why do I have a feeling we're turning around?" She asked, not expecting a response.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Phoebe sat on the dining room table, cross-legged and staring at the wall. Brian was in his room, Joe was on the computer, and she was staring at a wall. She was holding her small tape recorder, hoping maybe some visitor would come by and she could do her thing. But the house was eerily silent, especially for one haunted by the dead.
"That was really smart of you." A cold voice said from behind her. Phoebe didn't turn or flinch; she was half expecting the thing to show back up. "Giving him the silly bracelet. You must think you're a regular hero."
"No." She replied simply, as the form floated over her and curled around her like a snake. It's head moved over her shoulder and looked her straight in the eyes, staring at her with its empty sockets. Phoebe stared back. "What do you want anyways? It kills you that you never finished."
"It was your fault too, a hundred years ago wasn't it? I can't remember. I've just been carrying on the good word. Through other people, that is. And your friend John Doggett should be one of them."
"Go to Hell." Phoebe commanded as the apparition tightened it around her, giving her Goosebumps. A cold chill ran up her spine slowly but surely, causing her to shake for a second or two. The Demon laughed.
"Would, but I've got work to do. Stay out of it." The black form flew off, leaving Phoebe alone in the kitchen again as she sighed and closed her eyes. The bruise on her chest pounded again, and she reached into her pocket for Tylenol.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
John knocked on the door, planning to make this a quick exchange of greetings, hand back the frigging bracelet, and get on the road before rush hour. But fate, as it had beautifully proven over the last day or so, was not on his side, and was somehow pushing for him to stay yet another night in San Francisco.
Joe answered after a moment.
"I thought you were going back to Washington?" He asked, getting a sigh from John who handed him the bracelet.
"Give this back to Phoebe." He replied. "I have to go."
"Sure." He replied, looking through the house again. Joe gave an odd look and a searching glance through the rooms of his home. "That's weird, she's not here."
"Well, just be sure that she gets that." John replied, walking away from the apartment. Joe nodded and looked through the rooms again. Where the hell did Phoebe go?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Monica groaned, amplifying it as her frustration grew. This can't be happening, her mind told her. This can't be happening, the car was just working a moment ago!
She revved the engine again; pushing the keys so far ahead she thought she'd break something, namely the key. But the car that had worked all of about a minute ago was dead in the parking lot.
John walked back to the car, seeing his partner banging on the dashboard with her fists. He looked strangely at the sight, not sure whether it was healthy for Monica to show such violence to the rental vehicle. He quickened his pace across the lot.
Monica swung the door and said some harsh things in Spanish. He assumed they couldn't be good, considering the tone his female counterpart was taking with them.
"Ramera." She said under her breath. Doggett lifted a brow. Her understood that word (AN: Ramera is Bitch in Spanish). Monica lifted the hood and looked through everything. "Damn it there is nothing wrong with this car!"
"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, Monica pointing at it angrily.
"Maybe you could go get that bracelet back, because we need another miracle, John." He groaned too. "This car's not going anywhere. Damn it, I HATE LEYLA HARRISON!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Phoebe walked back inside the Church of her 'dear friend' Alex Cross. Her lips were pursed, more from the anger of the fact that Alex stormed out on her then the growing pressure on her chest. According to Joe she had the pain tolerance of a rhino. She didn't argue. Damn it! She'd survived worse then a bruise.
The mass was close to done, and while everyone walked to receive communion Phoebe stormed up the aisle, butting a whole row of people without a conscience. Running to Alex, she left her arms at her sides.
"Your religion sucks, and you are a bastard." She whispered, getting some shocked looks from the Deacon next to him. Waiting longer, she continued. "And I think that if you had half a soul you would have stayed. But maybe you're not the guy I thought you were."
Phoebe turned on a heel and walked out of the church, half wishing for a movie ending to that moment, as if there was a chance Alex would run after her and kiss her.
~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The door opened and Phoebe threw her coat aside. John looked at her innocently from the kitchen, and she said nothing, slipping back under a mist of depression. Joe and Brian said nothing. Monica looked at them, as the closet door slammed.
"Great." Brian swore under his breath. He looked up. "Don't even bother her. She'll be in that damn room for a while."
"How long before they come to tow it?" Monica asked, wanting to get out of here before they got carried into something that was way outside their jurisdiction. She and John were already treading on the invisible line that meant the end of the X-Files.
"Give them 45 minutes. They're not quick but they're better then someone who'll cheat you out of a hundred before you even know the problem." Joe said. He gave a careful listen for Phoebe. An unnatural silence followed, shattered only by a shatter in the kitchen.
"That happens a lot around here doesn't it?" John asked, going to the window and looking outside. Brian got up from the table, just as Phoebe shouted from down the hall groaning.
"Joe, Brian. Open the door." She commanded loudly, the doorknob shaking. The room was colder now, her breath floating in white puffs of air. Her two friends walked down the hall. Phoebe began yanking on the handle harder. "Joe and Brian this isn't funny. Stop laughing and open the door."
"Phoebe we don't have a hold on the door." Brian said, trying to open it from his side of the room. Phoebe coughed loudly, turning around. The room was only getting colder.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kill her.
John sat up shocked at the whispery voice in his head. He turned, wondering if it was just some cheap joke by the residents in the home. But he was alone in the living room from the altercation in the hallway. The voice was breathing hoarsely.
Kill her. Make her bleed.
He looked around again, the voice creeping down his spine. With a glare, he searched the house again, going to the kitchen, moving to the shattered plates on the floor.
Take her now.
With a twang! A knife dropped from the shelf to John feet, sticking up in the tiles by its point. Doggett stepped back and moved into the hall, where Joe and Brian were still trying to get into their locked hallway closet.
"You okay John?" Monica asked, turning. John's eyes widened at Monica, who looked like a corpse. He stepped back again, blood moving from her body and crept across the floor to his. "John? You look as if you've seen a ghost."
Phoebe stopped shaking the handle and started pounding on the door at hearing this. John looked at the door, then back at Monica.
The lights through the house flickered and died. Phoebe shivered, hugging her arms to her body in a desperate attempt at blocking out the cold.
"What's happening?" Monica asked. John looked around blankly, feeling like he was blind again. Phoebe replied, breathing heavily.
"He's trying to get John to kill you." She replied, shivering more as the cold wrapped itself around her and she fainted.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Review..
Review..
Now..
Or..
I might.
Kill.
Someone.
^ cough ^
Monica.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ` ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Let's do the time warp again! It's just a jump to the left. And then a step to the right! Put your hands on your hips. And pull your knees in tight! And it's a pelvic thrust that really drives you insane! Let's do the time warp again!"
~The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Time Warp
Chapter 6: The Helpless Asking for Help
Luke opened his eyes wider as he tugged on his father's sleeve, trying to get the man's attention. He said nothing, slipping into a silent vigil intent on telling his father that he was in danger. Lifting his head up, he looked into the cold eyes of the black, inky form developing, with a giant spike for a arm and hand, getting ready to force it through the seat and murder his Daddy.
But Luke was on a rescue mission of his own, and with a large amount of bravery he forced the silver bracelet into his Daddy's pocket and shook it around, finally stirring something of attention from his father.
The Demon like thing shoved the stake through John's heart, and Luke moaned silently, but saw that the spike went straight through his father, and not touch him at all. The boy gave a triumphant grin and curled under the seat like a cat.
John looked behind him, wondering what had made that noise. He felt a dead weight in his pocket, shoving his hand inside and picked out the infamous charm bracelet that apparently belonged to Phoebe. The second the metal touched his fingers the blackness covering his eyes seemed to fade away, and small splashes of colour appeared. The boy under the seat watched the black form leave the car entirely followed by small pieces floating from his Daddy. John blinked and winced at the harsh light.
"What is it?" Monica asked, as her partner's eyes tightened so hard that tears formed and started to fall down his cheeks. John pulled the object from his pocket and looked at Monica.
"I think it's that bracelet Brian was looking for at the Police Station." He said, rubbing his eyes with a small laugh. "And it's a miracle worker."
"How do you mean?" He looked at her sincerely.
"I can see again." He replied, rubbing his eyes again. The boy grinned and sat on the back seat, swinging his legs. Monica grinned and sighed deeply.
"Why do I have a feeling we're turning around?" She asked, not expecting a response.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Phoebe sat on the dining room table, cross-legged and staring at the wall. Brian was in his room, Joe was on the computer, and she was staring at a wall. She was holding her small tape recorder, hoping maybe some visitor would come by and she could do her thing. But the house was eerily silent, especially for one haunted by the dead.
"That was really smart of you." A cold voice said from behind her. Phoebe didn't turn or flinch; she was half expecting the thing to show back up. "Giving him the silly bracelet. You must think you're a regular hero."
"No." She replied simply, as the form floated over her and curled around her like a snake. It's head moved over her shoulder and looked her straight in the eyes, staring at her with its empty sockets. Phoebe stared back. "What do you want anyways? It kills you that you never finished."
"It was your fault too, a hundred years ago wasn't it? I can't remember. I've just been carrying on the good word. Through other people, that is. And your friend John Doggett should be one of them."
"Go to Hell." Phoebe commanded as the apparition tightened it around her, giving her Goosebumps. A cold chill ran up her spine slowly but surely, causing her to shake for a second or two. The Demon laughed.
"Would, but I've got work to do. Stay out of it." The black form flew off, leaving Phoebe alone in the kitchen again as she sighed and closed her eyes. The bruise on her chest pounded again, and she reached into her pocket for Tylenol.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
John knocked on the door, planning to make this a quick exchange of greetings, hand back the frigging bracelet, and get on the road before rush hour. But fate, as it had beautifully proven over the last day or so, was not on his side, and was somehow pushing for him to stay yet another night in San Francisco.
Joe answered after a moment.
"I thought you were going back to Washington?" He asked, getting a sigh from John who handed him the bracelet.
"Give this back to Phoebe." He replied. "I have to go."
"Sure." He replied, looking through the house again. Joe gave an odd look and a searching glance through the rooms of his home. "That's weird, she's not here."
"Well, just be sure that she gets that." John replied, walking away from the apartment. Joe nodded and looked through the rooms again. Where the hell did Phoebe go?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Monica groaned, amplifying it as her frustration grew. This can't be happening, her mind told her. This can't be happening, the car was just working a moment ago!
She revved the engine again; pushing the keys so far ahead she thought she'd break something, namely the key. But the car that had worked all of about a minute ago was dead in the parking lot.
John walked back to the car, seeing his partner banging on the dashboard with her fists. He looked strangely at the sight, not sure whether it was healthy for Monica to show such violence to the rental vehicle. He quickened his pace across the lot.
Monica swung the door and said some harsh things in Spanish. He assumed they couldn't be good, considering the tone his female counterpart was taking with them.
"Ramera." She said under her breath. Doggett lifted a brow. Her understood that word (AN: Ramera is Bitch in Spanish). Monica lifted the hood and looked through everything. "Damn it there is nothing wrong with this car!"
"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, Monica pointing at it angrily.
"Maybe you could go get that bracelet back, because we need another miracle, John." He groaned too. "This car's not going anywhere. Damn it, I HATE LEYLA HARRISON!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Phoebe walked back inside the Church of her 'dear friend' Alex Cross. Her lips were pursed, more from the anger of the fact that Alex stormed out on her then the growing pressure on her chest. According to Joe she had the pain tolerance of a rhino. She didn't argue. Damn it! She'd survived worse then a bruise.
The mass was close to done, and while everyone walked to receive communion Phoebe stormed up the aisle, butting a whole row of people without a conscience. Running to Alex, she left her arms at her sides.
"Your religion sucks, and you are a bastard." She whispered, getting some shocked looks from the Deacon next to him. Waiting longer, she continued. "And I think that if you had half a soul you would have stayed. But maybe you're not the guy I thought you were."
Phoebe turned on a heel and walked out of the church, half wishing for a movie ending to that moment, as if there was a chance Alex would run after her and kiss her.
~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The door opened and Phoebe threw her coat aside. John looked at her innocently from the kitchen, and she said nothing, slipping back under a mist of depression. Joe and Brian said nothing. Monica looked at them, as the closet door slammed.
"Great." Brian swore under his breath. He looked up. "Don't even bother her. She'll be in that damn room for a while."
"How long before they come to tow it?" Monica asked, wanting to get out of here before they got carried into something that was way outside their jurisdiction. She and John were already treading on the invisible line that meant the end of the X-Files.
"Give them 45 minutes. They're not quick but they're better then someone who'll cheat you out of a hundred before you even know the problem." Joe said. He gave a careful listen for Phoebe. An unnatural silence followed, shattered only by a shatter in the kitchen.
"That happens a lot around here doesn't it?" John asked, going to the window and looking outside. Brian got up from the table, just as Phoebe shouted from down the hall groaning.
"Joe, Brian. Open the door." She commanded loudly, the doorknob shaking. The room was colder now, her breath floating in white puffs of air. Her two friends walked down the hall. Phoebe began yanking on the handle harder. "Joe and Brian this isn't funny. Stop laughing and open the door."
"Phoebe we don't have a hold on the door." Brian said, trying to open it from his side of the room. Phoebe coughed loudly, turning around. The room was only getting colder.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kill her.
John sat up shocked at the whispery voice in his head. He turned, wondering if it was just some cheap joke by the residents in the home. But he was alone in the living room from the altercation in the hallway. The voice was breathing hoarsely.
Kill her. Make her bleed.
He looked around again, the voice creeping down his spine. With a glare, he searched the house again, going to the kitchen, moving to the shattered plates on the floor.
Take her now.
With a twang! A knife dropped from the shelf to John feet, sticking up in the tiles by its point. Doggett stepped back and moved into the hall, where Joe and Brian were still trying to get into their locked hallway closet.
"You okay John?" Monica asked, turning. John's eyes widened at Monica, who looked like a corpse. He stepped back again, blood moving from her body and crept across the floor to his. "John? You look as if you've seen a ghost."
Phoebe stopped shaking the handle and started pounding on the door at hearing this. John looked at the door, then back at Monica.
The lights through the house flickered and died. Phoebe shivered, hugging her arms to her body in a desperate attempt at blocking out the cold.
"What's happening?" Monica asked. John looked around blankly, feeling like he was blind again. Phoebe replied, breathing heavily.
"He's trying to get John to kill you." She replied, shivering more as the cold wrapped itself around her and she fainted.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Review..
Review..
Now..
Or..
I might.
Kill.
Someone.
^ cough ^
Monica.