TITLE: Mercury
AUTHOR: Vicinity
SUMMARY: The idea of redemption leads Yves - and Jimmy - into the heart of something more dangerous than she could have imagined. Formerly titled "The Immortality Solution."
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not mine.
SPOILERS: Takes place after "Jump the Shark." Makes reference to another one of my stories, "Madrigal."
AUTHOR's NOTES:
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"Excuse me?" The tone of fear in her voice takes her aback, and she wonders how informed Welhsey really was about what was going on. Beneath her, the woman sighs.
"Let me up, and I'll tell you what I know." She allows the woman to stand, keeping the weapon aimed steadily at her.
"Then talk," she says coldly. Welhsey perches delicately on the metal seat.
"I knew it was just a matter of time," she answers softly. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"Knew that you would catch on, that you would find us. He said that he would scare you off, warn you, get you to leave us alone."
"Who is he, Ms. Welhsey?" she asks, her mind finding a multitude of possibilities, all impossible.
"Matthew," the blonde replies. "He told me, though, that if I saw you, I should run like hell and let him know. He said he would take care of it. He said he would take care of me."
"I'm sorry," she says sharply, "but just who is 'Matthew' and what were you planning on doing to me?"
The woman looks a little surprised. "You don't know? I thought . . . he said you were better than this."
"Better than what?" She is rapidly growing tired of this, and she wonders if she's failed somehow. She feels like she has, and she thinks that letting this woman make her feel like this is foolish.
"He said you were trained . . . he said this was the only way to bring you down. He said," she frowns slightly, trying to remember. "He said that you were truly your father's daughter."
"How does he know that?" The words are ice, each one forced out as if in pain.
"He said your father told him. He said your father told him everything. He said that your father controlled him, and that through pleasing him, he would have whatever he wanted."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asks softly. There has got to be a motive to this honesty, and she wants to know now. She wants to know now so that she can know that she cannot trust this woman.
"You would find out anyway," Welhsey replies. "And after all he's told me, I have say I'm starting to admire the way you work."
She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, she sees something move in the building across the way. She turns to look at it, and Welhsey pauses. "No. Tell me he-" the blonde begins, and then it is too late. She drops to the ground, an instinct based purely in reflex and not at all a function of thought. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears as she throws herself out of the door and down the stairs, breaking out of the entrance at a full run. She does not stop moving until she is in the rental car and a mile away, and then she allows herself to pull over and rest her head against the leather steering wheel. She wonders when she lost it, the ability to watch death so coldly and to not let it affect her.
Dara Love Welhsey. Obsidian employee, worked with someone named Matthew, who works with her father. She shudders as she remembers the feel of something wet on her dark shirt and the look in Welhsey's light eyes as she recognized the look of death in her own.
She wonders why he didn't aim at her. He had a clear shot, and it would have been so much easier. She thinks that he is playing with her, and she wonders what he has planned for the future. She wonders what effect whatever he poisoned her with will have. She thinks that she wants to vomit, but instead she drives slowly back to the hotel.
AUTHOR: Vicinity
SUMMARY: The idea of redemption leads Yves - and Jimmy - into the heart of something more dangerous than she could have imagined. Formerly titled "The Immortality Solution."
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not mine.
SPOILERS: Takes place after "Jump the Shark." Makes reference to another one of my stories, "Madrigal."
AUTHOR's NOTES:
*****************************************************************************
"Excuse me?" The tone of fear in her voice takes her aback, and she wonders how informed Welhsey really was about what was going on. Beneath her, the woman sighs.
"Let me up, and I'll tell you what I know." She allows the woman to stand, keeping the weapon aimed steadily at her.
"Then talk," she says coldly. Welhsey perches delicately on the metal seat.
"I knew it was just a matter of time," she answers softly. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"Knew that you would catch on, that you would find us. He said that he would scare you off, warn you, get you to leave us alone."
"Who is he, Ms. Welhsey?" she asks, her mind finding a multitude of possibilities, all impossible.
"Matthew," the blonde replies. "He told me, though, that if I saw you, I should run like hell and let him know. He said he would take care of it. He said he would take care of me."
"I'm sorry," she says sharply, "but just who is 'Matthew' and what were you planning on doing to me?"
The woman looks a little surprised. "You don't know? I thought . . . he said you were better than this."
"Better than what?" She is rapidly growing tired of this, and she wonders if she's failed somehow. She feels like she has, and she thinks that letting this woman make her feel like this is foolish.
"He said you were trained . . . he said this was the only way to bring you down. He said," she frowns slightly, trying to remember. "He said that you were truly your father's daughter."
"How does he know that?" The words are ice, each one forced out as if in pain.
"He said your father told him. He said your father told him everything. He said that your father controlled him, and that through pleasing him, he would have whatever he wanted."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asks softly. There has got to be a motive to this honesty, and she wants to know now. She wants to know now so that she can know that she cannot trust this woman.
"You would find out anyway," Welhsey replies. "And after all he's told me, I have say I'm starting to admire the way you work."
She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, she sees something move in the building across the way. She turns to look at it, and Welhsey pauses. "No. Tell me he-" the blonde begins, and then it is too late. She drops to the ground, an instinct based purely in reflex and not at all a function of thought. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears as she throws herself out of the door and down the stairs, breaking out of the entrance at a full run. She does not stop moving until she is in the rental car and a mile away, and then she allows herself to pull over and rest her head against the leather steering wheel. She wonders when she lost it, the ability to watch death so coldly and to not let it affect her.
Dara Love Welhsey. Obsidian employee, worked with someone named Matthew, who works with her father. She shudders as she remembers the feel of something wet on her dark shirt and the look in Welhsey's light eyes as she recognized the look of death in her own.
She wonders why he didn't aim at her. He had a clear shot, and it would have been so much easier. She thinks that he is playing with her, and she wonders what he has planned for the future. She wonders what effect whatever he poisoned her with will have. She thinks that she wants to vomit, but instead she drives slowly back to the hotel.