Title: Escape
Disclaimer: Ahem, I hereby declare that under act 4747 paragraph 47, line 47, word 47, I don't give a crap. Please don't sue me, I'm 15 and without money.
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Author: Aeria/Aeryn/Doona, like duh!
Author Notes: Ahem, again, this is 8000 words I've done tonight and I started at 8pm, which is a lot for anyone. Anyways, It's very hard to update all four in one day, but lots of reviews and I will. Please, if you like all four, review all of them. If you only like this one, go and read the other three. Please review, of I shan't write.
Chapter Four
I awake early, outside it's still dark, little swirls of blue dancing to the east above the tree line and a mist of white hanging around the ground, swirling around the few early morning cars. Sitting up, I can hear the shower and I sigh, eager to wash. The covers are tangled around my legs and body, intertwining and grabbing at me, the humid air not hot enough to make me throw them off in the night. I get out of bed and wander around, looking out the window at the world, a world that I rarely see.
Walking over to the bathroom I knock and stick my head in, a wall of heat hitting me as steam slaps at my face. I feel the sweat pricking at my body and hurry myself up. "Sark, Sark, how long?"
It was a common thing, we usually share a room and he most often wakes moments before me and steals the shower. It is annoying, but crucial if we are to keep our cover. His voice comes back, muffled by the water: "If you want it, I'll get out now."
I can't be bothered forcing him out of a shower and I shake my head as I tell him, "No, take your time, I'm going for a walk, don't leave the room and don't do anything to Jack." I add the last bit just to be sure. He wouldn't go against anything I tell him, but if he thinks that he can twist my words to suit him, he will.
There's no reply, but I figure he heard and move back into the room, I strip down and change into a pair of denim shorts and a thin blue top that Sark brought with him. Leaving my feet bear, I head towards the door, opening it wide and wandering out into the corridor. I run down the stairs, enjoying the freedom of being alone. I'm not used to it and find it surprisingly nice.
I walk out the front of the hotel, seeing that there is no one about and begin to make my way along the gravel road out front. I walk, happily, observing the few houses and the early wildlife of possums and birds for a few minutes before getting bored. Seeing that nothing is there, I turn and wander back, the sharper rocks digging into my feet, but I feel them toughening even as I move along. Returning to the front of the building, I still feel like I want to stay alone for a few more moments.
Making my way around to the back of the hotel, I find a recreation room, the doors are locked and for a moment, I think about picking the lock and going inside. Peering through the window, I can see an old, stained pool table, a table tennis set, a heap of miss matched chairs and a couple of tennis balls, sitting on the floor. Sighing heavily, I turn away and walk around to the back of the building.
There I find a sparkling pool, cleaner than I would have expected and with a deep, inviting look to it. Looking around, I relish the feeling that I am about to do something naughty. Not dangerous, but fun. Something I haven't done in decades. Walking around it, I let my foot drag through the cool water, letting my leg in up to my mid calf. The water is cold and refreshing and again I look around, searching for any movement and checking the time by the horizon's lightness. It can't be too late, the first rays of orange just darting above the horizon. Finding no chairs around the pool and no step leading in, I'm tempted to just jump now, not care about what happens, but thinking about the rest of the day, I realise it would probably be more intelligent to have a towel.
Knowing that I have none, I roll my shoulders before pulling the blue shirt over my head. Underneath I'm wearing a black bra, nothing too good as I don't expect anyone to see it, but nice enough to keep me happy. Wriggling my toes on the concrete that surrounds the pool, I pull my arms up above my head and spring off into the water.
She enters perfectly, when she was my wife, pretending to be my wife, she'd been a great swimmer and obviously she still is. Her body's lithe in the water, moving under the sparkling surface, her curves obscured by the gentle waves, her hair flying out behind her, reaching down to the small of her bare back. She begins to dolphin under the water, her body moving like a wave, up and down, the motion moving back and every joint moving to propel her to the other end. She surfaces and takes a deep breath, again looking around for people.
Irina doesn't look up to my room, next-door to hers. My lights are out and I'm sitting by the window, silently trying to decide what to do. I watch as she dives under again, her body swimming in circles, flipping and playing invisible games with the water. Many chances she has had to kill me, many to kill Sydney, many to escape, to return to her thrown of power, but she hasn't yet. There are many possible reasons why she has chosen to stay; because she is sadistic and wants to see the pain she's caused, because she is trying, again, to gather Intel, because she has some other major plan. Or because she really does want to change. I doubt the last one, but it is an option, just with very bad odds. Odds that I am not prepared to bet on.
But do I have a choice? Could I just up and leave now? Go back to LA and say, I made a mistake? Leave Sydney to die? Of course not, I have no real choice, I have to go with her and Sark to rescue the one person left for me.
I can see her below, circling still, her body's perfect under the water, every piece of it under a microscope and her elegance and grace intensified.
I turn away and look around my room, my eyes readjusting and looking over the made bed, packed case and overly clean room. Seeing nothing left to do, I turn back to the window, she's on her back. Floating on the water, nothing seems to be bothering her, hers eyes are closed, I think, and I have to wonder how anything that looks so peaceful and serene would truly be evil, but then I remind myself of what she did and I stop all other thoughts of her being a good guy from entering my head.
I will work with her to rescue Sydney and then return her to Los Angeles or die trying to doing so. I continue to watch, just in the shadows of my window, occasionally looking to the horizon where more and more reds and oranges are showing, playing in the clouds with wispy streamers of colours or little mixed specks.
I can feel someone's' eyes on me, they are holding their distance, just watching. I'd guess someone just wants to watch me so that they can say that they saw some weird woman playing in a pool in her underwear in the early hours of the morning, but I don't think that my surveyor is just there for the story. I think it could be Sark, or maybe Jack, I really don't care, I just continue to laze about, the water feeling cool and refreshing, the time to myself good to think the upcoming events out to myself.
I'm serious about going back to LA with Jack, I don't know why, it isn't just an empty promise that I will break as soon as I have the chance; I do mean it. When the time comes, I'll go back, at gun point, and sit back down in my cell. They can add whatever felonies they want to my list, but that's what's fair and I owe it to Jack, this has got to be tearing him apart. Especially with Sark in the picture. Still, what do I care?
Flexing my shoulders, I see the rising sun peeking above the tress and pull myself out of the water, grabbing the shirt I shake myself dry and start to make my way back to the front of the hotel. Walking in, there is a small woman cleaning the floors with a mop, I smile at her and she just stares at me as I make my way up to my room, her little voice yelling at me to put some clothes on or leave echoing up the stairs. I laugh to myself, a last indulgence before I have to face the day during which I will have to face God knows what.
I walk down the corridor that leads to my room, Sark has the door open and is leaning in the door frame, he looks at my wet and much revealed body and says, his voice teasing, "I don't want to know." Grinning I let my eyes flicker to the other door and see it is partially open.
Looking to Sark I ask as I walk in, "Is he still there?" He shrugs and follows me in, closing the door behind him. "What's the plan?" I ask him.
"I'm not sure," he looks at me before picking out a black loose top and throwing it over. "Intel seems to think that your daughter is being held at the factory, we've got the first confirmation, and I'm waiting on the second. She's being held in the usual office area and the interrogation will have to be later than one."
I pull the shirt over my head and pull it down over my still slightly damp body, look at myself in the grimy mirror and leaving the shorts on. "Why later than one?"
Sark looks at me and throws a gun he's just pulled from a case. "Cuvee has a meeting with associates in the glass business in the factory building set for between ten and one. He's on the other side of town right now, asleep and I can't see him doing anything in the morning." He throws me another gun and grabs two for himself, slipping them into a belt around his waist and letting his own black shirt fall over them.
Winking, he pulls something else out of the case. Putting on his own black sun glasses he throws a pair of large black ones for myself, indicating with a finger to his own, he comments, "Perfect camera link. We've got a lovely little Russian satellite working for us." He grins again. "There's an extra in the case..." I nod, showing that I expect him to give them to Jack if he's still here.
"Here you go," he throws my a set of dangling black earrings and a matching black necklace with links of black dropping down to small round black spheres, which hang just above the line of my shirt. I duck as he throws a pair of high heels complete with black straps that will get to half way up my calf.
Looking at him, I have to ask, "Why do I need all of this?"
He just grins back, "To get in, you'll have to look good. The shoes have two charges of C4 in them which activate when you break the strap at the top." He finishes but I point to the jewellery. "Oh, those I saw on my last trip to Milan and instantly thought of you. Pure jet and black pearls."
I smile. "While I am sure you used my money, thank you anyway. All done," he nods. "Right lets go see Jack."
Read and review and go read my other work, OR ELSE!!!! Kidding!
Disclaimer: Ahem, I hereby declare that under act 4747 paragraph 47, line 47, word 47, I don't give a crap. Please don't sue me, I'm 15 and without money.
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Author: Aeria/Aeryn/Doona, like duh!
Author Notes: Ahem, again, this is 8000 words I've done tonight and I started at 8pm, which is a lot for anyone. Anyways, It's very hard to update all four in one day, but lots of reviews and I will. Please, if you like all four, review all of them. If you only like this one, go and read the other three. Please review, of I shan't write.
Chapter Four
I awake early, outside it's still dark, little swirls of blue dancing to the east above the tree line and a mist of white hanging around the ground, swirling around the few early morning cars. Sitting up, I can hear the shower and I sigh, eager to wash. The covers are tangled around my legs and body, intertwining and grabbing at me, the humid air not hot enough to make me throw them off in the night. I get out of bed and wander around, looking out the window at the world, a world that I rarely see.
Walking over to the bathroom I knock and stick my head in, a wall of heat hitting me as steam slaps at my face. I feel the sweat pricking at my body and hurry myself up. "Sark, Sark, how long?"
It was a common thing, we usually share a room and he most often wakes moments before me and steals the shower. It is annoying, but crucial if we are to keep our cover. His voice comes back, muffled by the water: "If you want it, I'll get out now."
I can't be bothered forcing him out of a shower and I shake my head as I tell him, "No, take your time, I'm going for a walk, don't leave the room and don't do anything to Jack." I add the last bit just to be sure. He wouldn't go against anything I tell him, but if he thinks that he can twist my words to suit him, he will.
There's no reply, but I figure he heard and move back into the room, I strip down and change into a pair of denim shorts and a thin blue top that Sark brought with him. Leaving my feet bear, I head towards the door, opening it wide and wandering out into the corridor. I run down the stairs, enjoying the freedom of being alone. I'm not used to it and find it surprisingly nice.
I walk out the front of the hotel, seeing that there is no one about and begin to make my way along the gravel road out front. I walk, happily, observing the few houses and the early wildlife of possums and birds for a few minutes before getting bored. Seeing that nothing is there, I turn and wander back, the sharper rocks digging into my feet, but I feel them toughening even as I move along. Returning to the front of the building, I still feel like I want to stay alone for a few more moments.
Making my way around to the back of the hotel, I find a recreation room, the doors are locked and for a moment, I think about picking the lock and going inside. Peering through the window, I can see an old, stained pool table, a table tennis set, a heap of miss matched chairs and a couple of tennis balls, sitting on the floor. Sighing heavily, I turn away and walk around to the back of the building.
There I find a sparkling pool, cleaner than I would have expected and with a deep, inviting look to it. Looking around, I relish the feeling that I am about to do something naughty. Not dangerous, but fun. Something I haven't done in decades. Walking around it, I let my foot drag through the cool water, letting my leg in up to my mid calf. The water is cold and refreshing and again I look around, searching for any movement and checking the time by the horizon's lightness. It can't be too late, the first rays of orange just darting above the horizon. Finding no chairs around the pool and no step leading in, I'm tempted to just jump now, not care about what happens, but thinking about the rest of the day, I realise it would probably be more intelligent to have a towel.
Knowing that I have none, I roll my shoulders before pulling the blue shirt over my head. Underneath I'm wearing a black bra, nothing too good as I don't expect anyone to see it, but nice enough to keep me happy. Wriggling my toes on the concrete that surrounds the pool, I pull my arms up above my head and spring off into the water.
She enters perfectly, when she was my wife, pretending to be my wife, she'd been a great swimmer and obviously she still is. Her body's lithe in the water, moving under the sparkling surface, her curves obscured by the gentle waves, her hair flying out behind her, reaching down to the small of her bare back. She begins to dolphin under the water, her body moving like a wave, up and down, the motion moving back and every joint moving to propel her to the other end. She surfaces and takes a deep breath, again looking around for people.
Irina doesn't look up to my room, next-door to hers. My lights are out and I'm sitting by the window, silently trying to decide what to do. I watch as she dives under again, her body swimming in circles, flipping and playing invisible games with the water. Many chances she has had to kill me, many to kill Sydney, many to escape, to return to her thrown of power, but she hasn't yet. There are many possible reasons why she has chosen to stay; because she is sadistic and wants to see the pain she's caused, because she is trying, again, to gather Intel, because she has some other major plan. Or because she really does want to change. I doubt the last one, but it is an option, just with very bad odds. Odds that I am not prepared to bet on.
But do I have a choice? Could I just up and leave now? Go back to LA and say, I made a mistake? Leave Sydney to die? Of course not, I have no real choice, I have to go with her and Sark to rescue the one person left for me.
I can see her below, circling still, her body's perfect under the water, every piece of it under a microscope and her elegance and grace intensified.
I turn away and look around my room, my eyes readjusting and looking over the made bed, packed case and overly clean room. Seeing nothing left to do, I turn back to the window, she's on her back. Floating on the water, nothing seems to be bothering her, hers eyes are closed, I think, and I have to wonder how anything that looks so peaceful and serene would truly be evil, but then I remind myself of what she did and I stop all other thoughts of her being a good guy from entering my head.
I will work with her to rescue Sydney and then return her to Los Angeles or die trying to doing so. I continue to watch, just in the shadows of my window, occasionally looking to the horizon where more and more reds and oranges are showing, playing in the clouds with wispy streamers of colours or little mixed specks.
I can feel someone's' eyes on me, they are holding their distance, just watching. I'd guess someone just wants to watch me so that they can say that they saw some weird woman playing in a pool in her underwear in the early hours of the morning, but I don't think that my surveyor is just there for the story. I think it could be Sark, or maybe Jack, I really don't care, I just continue to laze about, the water feeling cool and refreshing, the time to myself good to think the upcoming events out to myself.
I'm serious about going back to LA with Jack, I don't know why, it isn't just an empty promise that I will break as soon as I have the chance; I do mean it. When the time comes, I'll go back, at gun point, and sit back down in my cell. They can add whatever felonies they want to my list, but that's what's fair and I owe it to Jack, this has got to be tearing him apart. Especially with Sark in the picture. Still, what do I care?
Flexing my shoulders, I see the rising sun peeking above the tress and pull myself out of the water, grabbing the shirt I shake myself dry and start to make my way back to the front of the hotel. Walking in, there is a small woman cleaning the floors with a mop, I smile at her and she just stares at me as I make my way up to my room, her little voice yelling at me to put some clothes on or leave echoing up the stairs. I laugh to myself, a last indulgence before I have to face the day during which I will have to face God knows what.
I walk down the corridor that leads to my room, Sark has the door open and is leaning in the door frame, he looks at my wet and much revealed body and says, his voice teasing, "I don't want to know." Grinning I let my eyes flicker to the other door and see it is partially open.
Looking to Sark I ask as I walk in, "Is he still there?" He shrugs and follows me in, closing the door behind him. "What's the plan?" I ask him.
"I'm not sure," he looks at me before picking out a black loose top and throwing it over. "Intel seems to think that your daughter is being held at the factory, we've got the first confirmation, and I'm waiting on the second. She's being held in the usual office area and the interrogation will have to be later than one."
I pull the shirt over my head and pull it down over my still slightly damp body, look at myself in the grimy mirror and leaving the shorts on. "Why later than one?"
Sark looks at me and throws a gun he's just pulled from a case. "Cuvee has a meeting with associates in the glass business in the factory building set for between ten and one. He's on the other side of town right now, asleep and I can't see him doing anything in the morning." He throws me another gun and grabs two for himself, slipping them into a belt around his waist and letting his own black shirt fall over them.
Winking, he pulls something else out of the case. Putting on his own black sun glasses he throws a pair of large black ones for myself, indicating with a finger to his own, he comments, "Perfect camera link. We've got a lovely little Russian satellite working for us." He grins again. "There's an extra in the case..." I nod, showing that I expect him to give them to Jack if he's still here.
"Here you go," he throws my a set of dangling black earrings and a matching black necklace with links of black dropping down to small round black spheres, which hang just above the line of my shirt. I duck as he throws a pair of high heels complete with black straps that will get to half way up my calf.
Looking at him, I have to ask, "Why do I need all of this?"
He just grins back, "To get in, you'll have to look good. The shoes have two charges of C4 in them which activate when you break the strap at the top." He finishes but I point to the jewellery. "Oh, those I saw on my last trip to Milan and instantly thought of you. Pure jet and black pearls."
I smile. "While I am sure you used my money, thank you anyway. All done," he nods. "Right lets go see Jack."
Read and review and go read my other work, OR ELSE!!!! Kidding!