Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (8/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Note: Thanks for all your feedback on this story - I really appreciate it.
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They were led into the house and proceeded along a series of long corridors before descending down two flights of stairs. Bosco's stomach was knotted up with apprehension, but he was relieved at least to find that the hallways were well-lit. Finally they reached their destination...it was a cell, complete with bars.
"Crap," Sully muttered when he saw it. The cell was about twelve by twelve feet in size. There were two sets of bunk beds on opposite walls, a sink and a toilet.
"These are your new accomodations. All the comforts of home...well at least one or two comforts," Seth snickered.
"You're insane," Bosco muttered, turning towards Seth with a murderous glare. "You're never going to get away with this."
Seth looked at Kyle, a smile touching the corners of his lips. "What did I tell you?" he asked. "Don't you just love the possibilities?"
Kyle nodded, but remained expressionless. He hated cops, but not just these. He hated all cops. Cops that supposedly represented justice. It was all just a joke. He'd been unjustly accused and found guilty of rape. He had undergone constant harassment and torment in prison...until Seth had befriended him. Seth had proven himself to be a loyal friend. He had aligned himself with Kyle and had willingly put himself in harm's way to help him thwart his tormenters. When the truth about Kyle's supposed crime was finally uncovered and he was set free, he had vowed to do whatever he could to help Seth to repay him for all he had done for Kyle during his imprisonment. As Kyle's eyes scanned over the prisoners, he had absolutely no feeling towards the men. They definitely deserved whatever was going to happen to them. As he looked at the woman though, a brief flicker of sympathy touched his eyes. If it had been his choice, she wouldn't have been part of this. It wasn't his choice though...It was Seth's and Kyle would do anything for Seth...anything at all...
"Alright all of you, get in there," Seth ordered. He'd had enough of them for now. He was tired and needed some rest and a good hot meal.
"Are you at least going to take these cuffs off us?" Ty asked.
Seth paused, pondering the request for a few moments before he nodded. "Yeah. Ain't no way you'll be getting out of here. I guess that'd be okay." He fished the key out of his pocket and approached Faith first. "No funny business. Or handcuffs will be the least of your worries."
With guns pointed at them from all angles, none of the officers were compelled to take any chances. For now, just getting the handcuffs off their wrists was a welcome relief. After they had all been freed, Seth made his way back out of the cell and locked the door, pocketing the key. "Make yourself at home gentlemen...and lady," he added, looking meaningfully at Faith who stared down at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.
"You going to give us any food or water?" Sully asked. "Or you going to just leave us here to waste away to nothing?"
"I hardly think you have to worry about that, Officer Sullivan," Seth replied as Kyle snickered beside him. "I am a civilized man. Surely you can see the sink. It comes complete with running water."
"We can't eat water," Bosco retorted angrily.
"Oh don't worry. You'll get your food, just as long as you behave yourselves and do as you're told. If you're model prisoners, you'll be treated accordingly and if you're not...well...you'll just have to wait and see what happens..." With that, Seth turned his back and started back down the hallway with Kyle and the gunmen close behind.
"Thank God they're gone," Faith murmured as soon as the men had disappeared from their line of vision. She made her way over to one of the sets of bunk beds and wearily lowered herself down onto the lower bunk.
"I can't even believe this." Bosco shook his head, then followed Faith over to the bed, sitting down beside her. "What the hell are we going to do?"
Ty made his way over to the sink and turned it on, then splashed some cold water on his face. "I don't know, but we've got to think of something." He reached down for one of the towels that was folded up on the floor next to the sink and used it to wipe his face. "This guy is certifiable."
Sully slowly walked over to the empty set of bunk beds and sat down on the bottom bunk. "You're going to be sleeping up top, partner," he said, glancing over at Ty. "No way am I going up there."
Not really paying attention to Sully, Ty walked over to the front of the cell and grasped the bars as he looked out into the hallway. "Can you imagine all the planning he put into this?" he asked quietly. "I mean...this must have been all he's been thinking about since the day he went back behind bars...and who the hell is his sidekick?" He sighed loudly then turned back towards his friends. "I am so sorry about this."
"Its not your fault, man," Bosco stated. "This guy's certifiable. You said so yourself."
"Yeah..." His eyes downcast, Ty made his way over to the bunk beds were Sully was sitting and climbed up to the top bunk. He flung himself down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. No matter how many times he heard it wasn't his fault, he still couldn't believe it. Deep down inside, he knew that he was the cause of all this trouble and that even though he hadn't done anything to initiate it, he was still the focus of a madman and now his friends were involved as well.
Bosco exchanged a glance with Sully then shrugged. He felt badly for Ty, but right now his main focus was finding a way out of this predicament. He turned towards Faith, and his eyes clouded with worry. She was so quiet and pale...not at all like herself. "Faith?"
It took a few moments before she even realized Bosco had spoken. "Yeah?" she asked turning towards him.
"Faith, what's wrong?" He could tell there was something wrong with her more than just the situation they found themselves in. "Tell me."
She sighed softly as lifted her head to meet his eyes. "It's nothing, Bosco...Maybe I'm just coming down with some kind of a bug or something..." Her head was continuing to pound so badly that she felt sick to her stomach.
"Lie down. Get some rest. It'll help you feel better."
Not about to argue, Faith nodded and stretched out on the bed then allowed her eyes to drift shut. Bosco sat with her for a few minutes, watching over her until her breathing evened out. Then he stood up and walked over to Sully and Ty.
"She alright?" Sully asked, glancing at Bosco as Ty sat up and moved over, letting his long legs dangle over the edge of the bed.
"I don't know," Bosco answered uncertainly. "She says she's gettin' some kind of bug or somethin'... She just doesn't look good to me. I'm worried about her."
Sully shook his head. Nothing seemed to be doing their way. "This is just crazy..."
"Yeah well...there's gotta be somethin' we can do," Bosco said.
"What?" Ty gave Bosco an irritated look. "What are we going to do, Bosco? Pick the lock? Rush Waters and get our heads blown off?"
"Don't start with me, Davis," Bosco ran his hand back through his hair as he glared up at the younger officer. "I suppose you think we should just sit back and let this jag-off do whatever the hell he wants."
"No I don't think that." Ty jumped down from the top bunk and made a move toward Bosco, but Sully quickly got between the two younger men.
"Come on, you two. Is this really helping?" Sully asked, placing his hand against Ty's chest.
"I didn't start it," Bosco stated evenly. "Maybe you should have a little chat with your partner."
"Don't...don't talk to me like I'm not here." Ty tried to move towards Bosco again, but Sully held him back.
"Talk to your partner, Sullivan." Bosco shook his head in disgust and headed back to Faith. He had enough to worry about without getting into it with Davis.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sully asked Ty who refused to meet his partner's eyes.
"Nothing."
"You know this is just making things worse, don't you? Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to help anything, Ty."
"I'm not fighting...I..." Suddenly deflated, Ty moved away from his partner and buried his head against the mattress of the top bunk. God...what the hell was he doing? He didn't even know anymore.
Sully sighed as he made his way to Ty's side and gently placed his hand on his partner's shoulder. "It's going to be okay."
"You think so?" Ty pulled his head back from the side of the bed, but still didn't look at Sully. "You really think so, Sul? Because...this is bad. I mean really bad...I wish...I wish you'd never found me in the Hamptons...I wish the house had just gone up in flames and that would have been that..."
"You don't mean that," Sully said angrily, grabbing Ty's arm and forcing his partner to look at him. "Don't even talk that way."
"Fine...whatever, Sul." Ty pulled out of his partner's grasp, walked over to the bars of the cell, and gazed dejectedly out into the hallway. Sully stared at Ty's back for a long moment, searching for something to say, but he really couldn't think of anything that would help. Finally with a heavy sigh, he sat back down on the bunk, his eyes still on Ty, wishing there was something he could do to make things easier for his partner...something that could get them all out of this mess...
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Note: Thanks for all your feedback on this story - I really appreciate it.
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They were led into the house and proceeded along a series of long corridors before descending down two flights of stairs. Bosco's stomach was knotted up with apprehension, but he was relieved at least to find that the hallways were well-lit. Finally they reached their destination...it was a cell, complete with bars.
"Crap," Sully muttered when he saw it. The cell was about twelve by twelve feet in size. There were two sets of bunk beds on opposite walls, a sink and a toilet.
"These are your new accomodations. All the comforts of home...well at least one or two comforts," Seth snickered.
"You're insane," Bosco muttered, turning towards Seth with a murderous glare. "You're never going to get away with this."
Seth looked at Kyle, a smile touching the corners of his lips. "What did I tell you?" he asked. "Don't you just love the possibilities?"
Kyle nodded, but remained expressionless. He hated cops, but not just these. He hated all cops. Cops that supposedly represented justice. It was all just a joke. He'd been unjustly accused and found guilty of rape. He had undergone constant harassment and torment in prison...until Seth had befriended him. Seth had proven himself to be a loyal friend. He had aligned himself with Kyle and had willingly put himself in harm's way to help him thwart his tormenters. When the truth about Kyle's supposed crime was finally uncovered and he was set free, he had vowed to do whatever he could to help Seth to repay him for all he had done for Kyle during his imprisonment. As Kyle's eyes scanned over the prisoners, he had absolutely no feeling towards the men. They definitely deserved whatever was going to happen to them. As he looked at the woman though, a brief flicker of sympathy touched his eyes. If it had been his choice, she wouldn't have been part of this. It wasn't his choice though...It was Seth's and Kyle would do anything for Seth...anything at all...
"Alright all of you, get in there," Seth ordered. He'd had enough of them for now. He was tired and needed some rest and a good hot meal.
"Are you at least going to take these cuffs off us?" Ty asked.
Seth paused, pondering the request for a few moments before he nodded. "Yeah. Ain't no way you'll be getting out of here. I guess that'd be okay." He fished the key out of his pocket and approached Faith first. "No funny business. Or handcuffs will be the least of your worries."
With guns pointed at them from all angles, none of the officers were compelled to take any chances. For now, just getting the handcuffs off their wrists was a welcome relief. After they had all been freed, Seth made his way back out of the cell and locked the door, pocketing the key. "Make yourself at home gentlemen...and lady," he added, looking meaningfully at Faith who stared down at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.
"You going to give us any food or water?" Sully asked. "Or you going to just leave us here to waste away to nothing?"
"I hardly think you have to worry about that, Officer Sullivan," Seth replied as Kyle snickered beside him. "I am a civilized man. Surely you can see the sink. It comes complete with running water."
"We can't eat water," Bosco retorted angrily.
"Oh don't worry. You'll get your food, just as long as you behave yourselves and do as you're told. If you're model prisoners, you'll be treated accordingly and if you're not...well...you'll just have to wait and see what happens..." With that, Seth turned his back and started back down the hallway with Kyle and the gunmen close behind.
"Thank God they're gone," Faith murmured as soon as the men had disappeared from their line of vision. She made her way over to one of the sets of bunk beds and wearily lowered herself down onto the lower bunk.
"I can't even believe this." Bosco shook his head, then followed Faith over to the bed, sitting down beside her. "What the hell are we going to do?"
Ty made his way over to the sink and turned it on, then splashed some cold water on his face. "I don't know, but we've got to think of something." He reached down for one of the towels that was folded up on the floor next to the sink and used it to wipe his face. "This guy is certifiable."
Sully slowly walked over to the empty set of bunk beds and sat down on the bottom bunk. "You're going to be sleeping up top, partner," he said, glancing over at Ty. "No way am I going up there."
Not really paying attention to Sully, Ty walked over to the front of the cell and grasped the bars as he looked out into the hallway. "Can you imagine all the planning he put into this?" he asked quietly. "I mean...this must have been all he's been thinking about since the day he went back behind bars...and who the hell is his sidekick?" He sighed loudly then turned back towards his friends. "I am so sorry about this."
"Its not your fault, man," Bosco stated. "This guy's certifiable. You said so yourself."
"Yeah..." His eyes downcast, Ty made his way over to the bunk beds were Sully was sitting and climbed up to the top bunk. He flung himself down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. No matter how many times he heard it wasn't his fault, he still couldn't believe it. Deep down inside, he knew that he was the cause of all this trouble and that even though he hadn't done anything to initiate it, he was still the focus of a madman and now his friends were involved as well.
Bosco exchanged a glance with Sully then shrugged. He felt badly for Ty, but right now his main focus was finding a way out of this predicament. He turned towards Faith, and his eyes clouded with worry. She was so quiet and pale...not at all like herself. "Faith?"
It took a few moments before she even realized Bosco had spoken. "Yeah?" she asked turning towards him.
"Faith, what's wrong?" He could tell there was something wrong with her more than just the situation they found themselves in. "Tell me."
She sighed softly as lifted her head to meet his eyes. "It's nothing, Bosco...Maybe I'm just coming down with some kind of a bug or something..." Her head was continuing to pound so badly that she felt sick to her stomach.
"Lie down. Get some rest. It'll help you feel better."
Not about to argue, Faith nodded and stretched out on the bed then allowed her eyes to drift shut. Bosco sat with her for a few minutes, watching over her until her breathing evened out. Then he stood up and walked over to Sully and Ty.
"She alright?" Sully asked, glancing at Bosco as Ty sat up and moved over, letting his long legs dangle over the edge of the bed.
"I don't know," Bosco answered uncertainly. "She says she's gettin' some kind of bug or somethin'... She just doesn't look good to me. I'm worried about her."
Sully shook his head. Nothing seemed to be doing their way. "This is just crazy..."
"Yeah well...there's gotta be somethin' we can do," Bosco said.
"What?" Ty gave Bosco an irritated look. "What are we going to do, Bosco? Pick the lock? Rush Waters and get our heads blown off?"
"Don't start with me, Davis," Bosco ran his hand back through his hair as he glared up at the younger officer. "I suppose you think we should just sit back and let this jag-off do whatever the hell he wants."
"No I don't think that." Ty jumped down from the top bunk and made a move toward Bosco, but Sully quickly got between the two younger men.
"Come on, you two. Is this really helping?" Sully asked, placing his hand against Ty's chest.
"I didn't start it," Bosco stated evenly. "Maybe you should have a little chat with your partner."
"Don't...don't talk to me like I'm not here." Ty tried to move towards Bosco again, but Sully held him back.
"Talk to your partner, Sullivan." Bosco shook his head in disgust and headed back to Faith. He had enough to worry about without getting into it with Davis.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sully asked Ty who refused to meet his partner's eyes.
"Nothing."
"You know this is just making things worse, don't you? Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to help anything, Ty."
"I'm not fighting...I..." Suddenly deflated, Ty moved away from his partner and buried his head against the mattress of the top bunk. God...what the hell was he doing? He didn't even know anymore.
Sully sighed as he made his way to Ty's side and gently placed his hand on his partner's shoulder. "It's going to be okay."
"You think so?" Ty pulled his head back from the side of the bed, but still didn't look at Sully. "You really think so, Sul? Because...this is bad. I mean really bad...I wish...I wish you'd never found me in the Hamptons...I wish the house had just gone up in flames and that would have been that..."
"You don't mean that," Sully said angrily, grabbing Ty's arm and forcing his partner to look at him. "Don't even talk that way."
"Fine...whatever, Sul." Ty pulled out of his partner's grasp, walked over to the bars of the cell, and gazed dejectedly out into the hallway. Sully stared at Ty's back for a long moment, searching for something to say, but he really couldn't think of anything that would help. Finally with a heavy sigh, he sat back down on the bunk, his eyes still on Ty, wishing there was something he could do to make things easier for his partner...something that could get them all out of this mess...