John's Plan~ Naming New Baby
After another half hour Michael returned with the baby, even with his mask on she could tell her was beaming. She hated having to wake up again but the baby was crying, and Loomis had told them it was probably his first feeding time.
Michael was escorted out while Jen learned to feed him, but once she was done he was allowed in again. The baby was asleep in his mother's arms, and she was half sleep herself, but she smiled when he came in. He was strangely protective of the child, and immediately took him away upon seeing her that way. Confused, she looked at him. "Michael?"
He left the room again, taking the baby to who know's where. She had been hoping for his return for near an hour when the door opened again, only this time, it revealed a doctor wearing a face mask, he stuck his face out the door, closed it, locked it, then took off the mask. She thought she'd pass out at the sight of her brother.
"John? How the hell!..."
"Shhhh, I've come to get you out of here. Away from fear, pain, and most of all Michael. Get up."
She felt laughter well. "You expect me to just stand up? I had a baby almost three hours ago, I cant just stand up!"
"A baby! Whose baby?"
"My husbands!" She replied angrily. "John, you have to leave, now."
He froze, his eyes filling with dread. "No, you didn't..."
She showed him her wrist. "I had no choice, now will you please just go?"
"You..." A slamming on the door caused her to look up and see her husband's masked face.
"Put it back on John! It's Michael, c'mon you were doing an examination." He did so and unlocked the door, Michael's venomous eyes staring at him.
She cleared her throat. "Something wrong, Michael?"
He looked at her, then the doctor and tilted his head. "What? He did a check-up."
Michael walked past her and to the counter as John left, grabbing a file folder, then stalked back out. She felt tears rise in her eyes, and gasped as someone hit her over the head with something. She was carried out via the tunnel, and only noticed missing two hours later, her blood trail leading Michael outside. Ready to kill her captors.
She woke at the same bus station Jamie had been at when Michael had pursued her, her head throbbing. She looked around, there was John, still in his doctor outfit, and there was Tommy Doyle, obviously the one who had hit her.
She sat up, cringing in pain. Her furious eyes met Tommy's. "Hey Jen, your hubby did a number on that nurse!"
She felt heat rise in her cheeks. "Do either of you have any clue what he'll do if he finds you? What he might do to me if he suspects anything? I might never see my son again!"
"It's better that way," John said softly. "You weren't meant to be with your uncle, Jen."
She shook her head, standing. "I cant believe this, I'm going back!" She wobbled to the door and froze upon seeing the white mask, just above her height on the other side of the door, then she felt Tommy grip her from behind, one hand over mouth, he began to run.
She could hear Michael's footsteps behind them the entire time, and she continually struggled until Tommy let her go in annoyance, her head roughly hitting the ground. Just before she passed out again she felt Michael pick her up. "Why is this happening to me?" She mumbled, then was out cold.
She awoke again this time in the cult room, Dr. Looms above her head looking down at her. She dreadfully looked into his eyes. "He's pissed, isn't he?"
Loomis bit his lip. "Can you blame him? First the baby is kidnaped, then you. You go unconscious for a day and a half. You've lost so much blood I'm surprised you can so much as see."
He helped her to sit up against the pillow and she felt her heart leap as she saw Michael on the opposite side of the room. He watched her a moment, then went toward something, what was that? She squinted to see it was a bassinet, and as he lifted their son from it, she felt even more afraid. What would he do?
He set the baby in her arms and moved his arms in a gesture, she wasn't sure what it meant. She looked at Loomis who smiled. "He needs to be fed."
She nodded silently, and moved around a bit. She fed him hurriedly, self conscious about her exposed breast. She burped him, and smiled softly as she felt his warm spit-up on her shoulder. "A towel please?" She asked.
Loomis handed her one and she cleaned up the mess. "You can go home in a day or two. We'll have to give you a transfusion. Just rest now, Michael will be here with you." He took the baby back to the bassinet as Michael sat with her, his hand touching hers. She smiled softly. "Yeah, I know. I love you too." She whispered, by the way his eyes narrowed she knew he was smiling.
She woke again much later, two of the cult men were with Michael now. Loomis had returned and they all looked at her. "We need you to name the child, Lady of the Night." One man said.
Shocked, her eyes met Michael's. "Uhhh, I thought that was his job?"
Loomis laughed. "Normally it would be but he doesn't talk."
She thought for a moment. "Well, it is a very dear and triumphant day, I suppose the only name suitable would be, well, Michael also. Little Michael."
Her husband's eyes widened, the softened and he nodded. The men smiled at her to her great surprise. "A strong name! Thank you!"
A dizziness took her, and things became a blur. Loomis' laughter, Michael's silence, the chants of the disciples of Thorn. Soon she saw Michael's face right above hers, eyes concerned. "Michael." She whispered, then watched as the world grew very dark.
She woke to learn that her low blood supply had caused the black out. She was due to go home with both Michael and Little Michael and Little Michael tomorrow, Loomis had every confidence she would be ok.
She didn't notice if Michael ever left her side the next day and night. Between sleep and just lying there holding his hand, she didn't know what happened. But even though it had been hellish, she had become so happy these past few days, and she was sure this would not be the end of it all.
A little more drama, not too much fluff and just enough plot. R&R to see what happens.