Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (10/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Rating: PG-13 (Language and sexual references).
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.
Notes: As always, thanks for all your great comments and feedback. It's very inspiring to me and I appreciate it more than I can say.
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"Bitch." Seth stormed into the drawing room and immediately made his way to the liquor cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a shot glass. He swallowed the liquid in one gulp then proceeded to pour himself another shot. "I'm going to show her. She's going to be sorry...real sorry."
Kyle, who was seated in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace, looked up from the book he was reading. "What'd she do?"
"She didn't -do- anything, it's that attitude she has, like she's better than me. Well you can be damn sure I'm going to put her into her place. "When I get it on with her, she'll be sorry she ever messed with me."
Kyle's cheeks visibly blanched at the reference, Seth's words bringing back many of the horrors he'd experienced while in prison. For the most part, he'd managed to block much of what had happened out of his mind, but not completely. If he let himself, he could easily become consumed by those memories. He wouldn't wish that pain and humiliation on anyone...except maybe the men who had tortured him that way and the woman who had falsely accused him in the first place.
"What's the matter, Kyle?" Seth asked, noticing the discomfiture on the young man's face. "Afraid I won't share? Trust me, she's more than enough woman for the both of us. You'll get plenty of opportunities to use her whatever way you see fit."
"W..hat? No...no I..." Kyle stammered, shaking his head ardently. "I..I don't want to do that, Seth. I...No, I can't..."
Picking up his shot glass, along with the whiskey bottle, Seth made his way over to the couch and sat down, then gazed curiously over at Kyle. "You don't want to?" he questioned, a look of open curiosity on his face. "I guess I find that a little bit hard to understand, Kyle. I mean, you of all people...I would think you'd want this. You already did the time, now you can do the crime. Hell man, you've earned this."
Kyle shrugged, dropping his eyes downward. "I just...I don't think of women that way, Seth...It's just not right..."
"After what that bitch did to you? Falsely accusing you? I would think you'd want some kind of revenge."
Kyle raised his head, gazing back at Seth. "-This- woman didn't do anything to me. I can't do it..I just can't...."
"Whatever. It's your loss," Seth replied, swigging down another shot of whiskey. Kyle could do whatever he wanted. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman. This one was going to be special. She wouldn't be so high and mighty when he was through with her and there wasn't a thing that she or Boscorelli could do to stop him.
******
"I wonder when they'll be back." Ty's voice broke the silence that had descended over the small prison after they had finished eating their meager meal. Faith had dropped off back to sleep, Ty and Sully were sitting on their bunks and Bosco was pacing the floor.
"Who knows," Bosco muttered as he stopped pacing and once again found himself staring past the bars towards the hallway. "I just wish we could think of something to do once they come back here."
"We're kind of limited as far as that goes," Sully broke into the conversation. "They're armed more heavily than Fort Knox. We go up against them, we're just going to get our heads blown off."
"There might come a time when that's our best option..." Ty murmured under his breath.
"Shit...there he goes again," Bosco said. He was having a really hard time dealing with Davis' mood swings. He shook his head in frustration as he walked back over to where Faith was sleeping. He then carefully sat down on the bunk beside his partner, making a concerted effort not to disturb her.
Sully watched as Bosco returned to Faith's side. He could plainly see the aggravation on his face. Bosco was a man of action and Sully knew it had to be killing him to be cooped up this way and virtually helpless. He also knew that Ty was eating himself up over this. With a heavy sigh, Sully got to his feet and looked up at his partner who was sitting on his bunk, blankly staring out into space.
"How you holding up?" Sully asked, resting his arm on the top bunk.
"I'm not about to have a nervous breakdown if that's what you're worried about," Ty snapped, giving his partner an irritated look.
"No, Ty... That wasn't what I was worried about," Sully stated. "It was just a question. I am concerned about you though and that isn't going to stop no matter how much you might want it to."
Ty was silent for a long moment before he raised his head to meet his partner's gaze. "I know you're worried, Sul...I just...I don't know...I guess I'm just having a hard time getting all of this to register. In just a couple of days we've gone from us thinking Waters was dead to him holding us prisoner on this godforsaken island...its just crazy..."
"Yeah, its pretty crazy alright." Sully nodded in agreement. He hated this situation, everything about it. It was truly scary how easily this maniac had been able to get them all under his control. He didn't even want to think about what he had planned for them. "Ty? If you want to talk..."
"Thanks, Sully..." Ty already knew that his partner would support him no matter what. He just didn't even know how to talk about all that he was feeling right now. He was so afraid of the emotions bubbling up inside him, which could change at the blink of an eye. The one thing he knew for sure was that he hated Seth Waters. He hated him with a passion and intensity he hadn't even known he was capable of feeling. The man was a monster and Ty just hoped that they would be able to find a way to destroy Seth, before he destroyed them. Prison wasn't even a viable option anymore. There was only one way to get this guy out of their lives. "If I feel like talking, you'll be the first to know, okay?" He managed to force a glimmer of a smile, which did nothing at all to allay Sully's fears.
******
"Missing? I...I...don't understand..." Maggie could feel her hands beginning to shake and she clenched them together to try to stop the trembling. "All of them? How? It makes no sense."
"I know it doesn't, Mrs. Davis," Swersky said, looking back at her sympathetically. He had decided to come here himself rather than send another officer. Mrs. Davis had lost her husband in the line of duty. He had felt it was only right to personally tell her that her son was missing. "I was wondering if Ty had mentioned anything to you lately, anything that might have been bothering him? Anything he was concerned about?"
"No... no nothing," Maggie said, shaking her head. She could feel tears beginning to brim in her eyes and she blinked them back quickly, then hastily got to her feet. "I'm so sorry, Lieutenant, whatever am I thinking? I...can I get you something to drink, coffee or maybe something cold?"
"No, please. I'm fine, Mrs. Davis." Swersky stood up and walked over to Maggie. He could see that she was coming very close to breaking down. "We're going to do everything in our power to try to find them..."
"Yes, yes, I know you will." Ty and Sully, both of them gone...Dear God...she couldn't believe this was happening. She looked down at the floor and took a deep breath, using all the power within her to try to keep her composure before she looked back at the lieutenant. "I'm sure you must have a lot to do...please don't let me keep you..."
Swersky nodded, recognizing that Mrs. Davis needed to be alone and he respected that. "If you hear anything..."
"Yes, yes. I'll let you know right away if I do...and you'll contact me if you hear anything?"
"Immediately. I'm posting an officer outside, just in case. If you need anything at all let him know or you can call me directly."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate everything you're doing." She walked with him to the door then watched from the window as he got into his RMP. It wasn't until after he had driven away that she flung herself down on the couch and dissolved into tears.
******
Bosco's face was haggard with worry as he looked over at Faith whose body was wracked with coughing. Feeling somewhat breathless, she rolled over onto her side, but it wasn't until she sat up that she was able to breathe easily again.
"You want some water?" Bosco asked. He hated this. Hated that she was sick and all he could do was give her water and keep her warm. There wasn't another damn thing he could do for her.
"Not right now, thanks." She pushed the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back against them, then pulled the blankets up around her chest. "God, what I wouldn't give for some Tylenol," she whispered.
"You're feeling really lousy, aren't ya?"
"Well I've definitely felt better," she said, offering him a small smile. "Nothing like having perfect timing. I mean I can't remember the last time I've been sick. I wait until something like this happens. You guys don't need to be worrying about me on top of everything else..."
"Come on, Faith, don't." He moved over so that he was sitting beside her and put his arm around her as Faith snuggled in close to him. "You can't help bein' sick...and we're gonna find a way out of here...I promise you we will..."
"I know we will, Bos..." She allowed her eyes to close again, feeling much better now that she was in his arms.
Bosco leaned his head against the headboard and gently massaged Faith's shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. All he wanted to do was to protect her, to make her feel safe. However, he couldn't help wondering if he'd just made a promise he couldn't keep, and they were going to be stuck in this prison for an eternity.
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Rating: PG-13 (Language and sexual references).
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.
Notes: As always, thanks for all your great comments and feedback. It's very inspiring to me and I appreciate it more than I can say.
******
"Bitch." Seth stormed into the drawing room and immediately made his way to the liquor cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a shot glass. He swallowed the liquid in one gulp then proceeded to pour himself another shot. "I'm going to show her. She's going to be sorry...real sorry."
Kyle, who was seated in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace, looked up from the book he was reading. "What'd she do?"
"She didn't -do- anything, it's that attitude she has, like she's better than me. Well you can be damn sure I'm going to put her into her place. "When I get it on with her, she'll be sorry she ever messed with me."
Kyle's cheeks visibly blanched at the reference, Seth's words bringing back many of the horrors he'd experienced while in prison. For the most part, he'd managed to block much of what had happened out of his mind, but not completely. If he let himself, he could easily become consumed by those memories. He wouldn't wish that pain and humiliation on anyone...except maybe the men who had tortured him that way and the woman who had falsely accused him in the first place.
"What's the matter, Kyle?" Seth asked, noticing the discomfiture on the young man's face. "Afraid I won't share? Trust me, she's more than enough woman for the both of us. You'll get plenty of opportunities to use her whatever way you see fit."
"W..hat? No...no I..." Kyle stammered, shaking his head ardently. "I..I don't want to do that, Seth. I...No, I can't..."
Picking up his shot glass, along with the whiskey bottle, Seth made his way over to the couch and sat down, then gazed curiously over at Kyle. "You don't want to?" he questioned, a look of open curiosity on his face. "I guess I find that a little bit hard to understand, Kyle. I mean, you of all people...I would think you'd want this. You already did the time, now you can do the crime. Hell man, you've earned this."
Kyle shrugged, dropping his eyes downward. "I just...I don't think of women that way, Seth...It's just not right..."
"After what that bitch did to you? Falsely accusing you? I would think you'd want some kind of revenge."
Kyle raised his head, gazing back at Seth. "-This- woman didn't do anything to me. I can't do it..I just can't...."
"Whatever. It's your loss," Seth replied, swigging down another shot of whiskey. Kyle could do whatever he wanted. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman. This one was going to be special. She wouldn't be so high and mighty when he was through with her and there wasn't a thing that she or Boscorelli could do to stop him.
******
"I wonder when they'll be back." Ty's voice broke the silence that had descended over the small prison after they had finished eating their meager meal. Faith had dropped off back to sleep, Ty and Sully were sitting on their bunks and Bosco was pacing the floor.
"Who knows," Bosco muttered as he stopped pacing and once again found himself staring past the bars towards the hallway. "I just wish we could think of something to do once they come back here."
"We're kind of limited as far as that goes," Sully broke into the conversation. "They're armed more heavily than Fort Knox. We go up against them, we're just going to get our heads blown off."
"There might come a time when that's our best option..." Ty murmured under his breath.
"Shit...there he goes again," Bosco said. He was having a really hard time dealing with Davis' mood swings. He shook his head in frustration as he walked back over to where Faith was sleeping. He then carefully sat down on the bunk beside his partner, making a concerted effort not to disturb her.
Sully watched as Bosco returned to Faith's side. He could plainly see the aggravation on his face. Bosco was a man of action and Sully knew it had to be killing him to be cooped up this way and virtually helpless. He also knew that Ty was eating himself up over this. With a heavy sigh, Sully got to his feet and looked up at his partner who was sitting on his bunk, blankly staring out into space.
"How you holding up?" Sully asked, resting his arm on the top bunk.
"I'm not about to have a nervous breakdown if that's what you're worried about," Ty snapped, giving his partner an irritated look.
"No, Ty... That wasn't what I was worried about," Sully stated. "It was just a question. I am concerned about you though and that isn't going to stop no matter how much you might want it to."
Ty was silent for a long moment before he raised his head to meet his partner's gaze. "I know you're worried, Sul...I just...I don't know...I guess I'm just having a hard time getting all of this to register. In just a couple of days we've gone from us thinking Waters was dead to him holding us prisoner on this godforsaken island...its just crazy..."
"Yeah, its pretty crazy alright." Sully nodded in agreement. He hated this situation, everything about it. It was truly scary how easily this maniac had been able to get them all under his control. He didn't even want to think about what he had planned for them. "Ty? If you want to talk..."
"Thanks, Sully..." Ty already knew that his partner would support him no matter what. He just didn't even know how to talk about all that he was feeling right now. He was so afraid of the emotions bubbling up inside him, which could change at the blink of an eye. The one thing he knew for sure was that he hated Seth Waters. He hated him with a passion and intensity he hadn't even known he was capable of feeling. The man was a monster and Ty just hoped that they would be able to find a way to destroy Seth, before he destroyed them. Prison wasn't even a viable option anymore. There was only one way to get this guy out of their lives. "If I feel like talking, you'll be the first to know, okay?" He managed to force a glimmer of a smile, which did nothing at all to allay Sully's fears.
******
"Missing? I...I...don't understand..." Maggie could feel her hands beginning to shake and she clenched them together to try to stop the trembling. "All of them? How? It makes no sense."
"I know it doesn't, Mrs. Davis," Swersky said, looking back at her sympathetically. He had decided to come here himself rather than send another officer. Mrs. Davis had lost her husband in the line of duty. He had felt it was only right to personally tell her that her son was missing. "I was wondering if Ty had mentioned anything to you lately, anything that might have been bothering him? Anything he was concerned about?"
"No... no nothing," Maggie said, shaking her head. She could feel tears beginning to brim in her eyes and she blinked them back quickly, then hastily got to her feet. "I'm so sorry, Lieutenant, whatever am I thinking? I...can I get you something to drink, coffee or maybe something cold?"
"No, please. I'm fine, Mrs. Davis." Swersky stood up and walked over to Maggie. He could see that she was coming very close to breaking down. "We're going to do everything in our power to try to find them..."
"Yes, yes, I know you will." Ty and Sully, both of them gone...Dear God...she couldn't believe this was happening. She looked down at the floor and took a deep breath, using all the power within her to try to keep her composure before she looked back at the lieutenant. "I'm sure you must have a lot to do...please don't let me keep you..."
Swersky nodded, recognizing that Mrs. Davis needed to be alone and he respected that. "If you hear anything..."
"Yes, yes. I'll let you know right away if I do...and you'll contact me if you hear anything?"
"Immediately. I'm posting an officer outside, just in case. If you need anything at all let him know or you can call me directly."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate everything you're doing." She walked with him to the door then watched from the window as he got into his RMP. It wasn't until after he had driven away that she flung herself down on the couch and dissolved into tears.
******
Bosco's face was haggard with worry as he looked over at Faith whose body was wracked with coughing. Feeling somewhat breathless, she rolled over onto her side, but it wasn't until she sat up that she was able to breathe easily again.
"You want some water?" Bosco asked. He hated this. Hated that she was sick and all he could do was give her water and keep her warm. There wasn't another damn thing he could do for her.
"Not right now, thanks." She pushed the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back against them, then pulled the blankets up around her chest. "God, what I wouldn't give for some Tylenol," she whispered.
"You're feeling really lousy, aren't ya?"
"Well I've definitely felt better," she said, offering him a small smile. "Nothing like having perfect timing. I mean I can't remember the last time I've been sick. I wait until something like this happens. You guys don't need to be worrying about me on top of everything else..."
"Come on, Faith, don't." He moved over so that he was sitting beside her and put his arm around her as Faith snuggled in close to him. "You can't help bein' sick...and we're gonna find a way out of here...I promise you we will..."
"I know we will, Bos..." She allowed her eyes to close again, feeling much better now that she was in his arms.
Bosco leaned his head against the headboard and gently massaged Faith's shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. All he wanted to do was to protect her, to make her feel safe. However, he couldn't help wondering if he'd just made a promise he couldn't keep, and they were going to be stuck in this prison for an eternity.