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Author's Note: More reviews please, lol! Here's chapter 8.
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More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter Eight
"So they're both OK?"
"Well they're a bit bruised and battered, but it's nothing that won't fade away in time. But I'm worried about Scott, Dad. He went with Megan in the ambulance...you remember her, right?"
"Yes of course I do. But what was she doing in there?"
"We dunno, Dad. Jolene and that other guy's motives are a mystery to us."
"Where are you boys now?"
"Me and Alan are following the ambulance Dad. Scott's going to need someone there for him, I think."
"Is Megan badly hurt?"
"She's been shot in her shoulder. She was losing a lot of blood."
"OK, Virgil. Call when you get any more news."
"Will do."
"Over and out."
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Doctors and nurses came from all directions. Every time one of the consultants passed, Scott looked up hopefully, willing them to stop, tell him Megan was fine.
They didn't.
The minutes crawled, seemingly at the pace of a snail. How was it, Scott wondered, that when you were enjoying life and having a good time, the hours flew by like magic, but when you were waiting for something, the time it took for one minute to pass was like an eternity.
Like the days leading up to Christmas. You'd sit and look at that tree, the base of it surrounded by presents. They were all wrapped in the brightly coloured paper and after the first day of them lying on the floor, you knew which ones had your name on. When you got the room to yourself, you'd sit and pick up the biggest and most interesting one, running your fingers over it, trying to distinguish the shape underneath, desperately trying to guess what it was. Scott remembered the joke games of "pass the parcel" they'd had at school. A big box was passed round the circle of children with eager hands, and they'd pulled off the paper layer by layer, till they'd gotten down to a box. Inside this box was another, and another, and another, and finally, the winner would open a tiny little box which would have some silly gift in it, like a key ring or something.
Scott shook his head. These stupid thoughts of the past were in his mind because he didn't want to think about the present. About what was going on behind those white doors where Megan was. Doctors came and went, none of them stopping. Scott sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. After resigning to being stuck in the hospital all night, a voice spoke above him.
"Mr Tracy?"
Scott looked at the nurse and nodded.
"Ms Parsons is asking for you."
The nurse felt uncomfortable looking at the young man, hating to be the one to give news like this, but it happened more than once in her line of work.
"Mr Tracy. The doctors have done all they can. Ms Parsons injuries are too severe."
No. No, this couldn't be happening.
"Too severe for what?" He asked desperately.
"I'm afraid Ms Parsons is dying, Sir."
"Surely there must be something you can do? Surely –"
"Mr Tracy. Please go and see her." She paused. "You don't have much time."
Scott followed the blonde nurse to a side-room, legs threatening to buckle.
Megan was lying on the bed, connected to what seemed like hundreds of machines monitoring her condition. She was awake, looking at Scott. The nurse closed the door quietly, knowing this was not going to be easy.
"Hello, Scott." Megan croaked, breaking the silence.
"Megan." Scott sat on the chair that was positioned carefully next to the bed. "Megan, don't leave me. I don't think I can stand it."
"Don't you let me hear you talk like that, Scott Tracy. You've got so much to live for. You've got a wonderful family, and one day you're going to meet a woman and have lots of wonderful children..."
She tried to swallow the sobs that caught in her throat.
"And you'll make your father a proud granddaddy. Just don't forget me. I'll be watching over you."
"I don't want to meet just any woman. I want you, Megan."
"Scott there's a lot of women out there and I'm just one of them. There'll be someone else."
She could feel herself drifting.
"Scott. You have to promise me. You can't live the rest of your life alone, not with all the love you've got to give. Please. You have to find someone else."
"I can't. Megan – Megan, I love you."
She could feel her heart singing despite the pain and sudden weariness that over came her.
"Scott. I love you too...but I have to go...I'm trying, really I am..."
"Megs...I promise you. I'll find someone if it'll make you happy. I promise."
"Scott Tracy. I'm very glad to hear that."
She held out a hand and Scott took it. A few moments later she spoke quietly.
"Bye Scott. I...I want to thank you for everything you did today."
"I didn't do enough...please, Megan. Don't leave me."
"Scott. It's not goodbye. It's only..."
And then she was gone.
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Virgil and Alan had been sat outside for hours. They'd finally made to the hospital, though they hadn't been permitted to go to Intensive Care.
"Do you think she pulled through?"
"I don't know Al. I sure hope so, for her and Scott's sake."
Alan suddenly sat up and peered straight ahead.
"What is it, Al?"
"Look," he replied, pointing skyward. "I know this seems silly, but isn't that Tracy One?"
Virgil peered ahead to the low-flying red 'plane.
"Yeah! It is. It's Dad."
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He couldn't cry.
He couldn't do anything.
All he wanted to do was to scream with the emotional agony of it all.
Megan was dead.
That was that.
But why?
Megan was the only woman he'd ever loved. Why should she have to die? But it seemed to follow suit. After all, his mother had died when he was nine, now the woman he wanted to marry was dead. Perhaps he'd end up alone after all.
Or widowed like his father.
When Lucille had died, many years before, Scott had felt his own agony at losing a parent. He'd never seen his father the way he was on the months that followed. Scott had loved his mother very much, but it seemed she had been his father's reason to live.
He now understood that pain.
The pain of losing the woman you love.
It was like losing a limb.
He stared at the wall and wished his father could be with him at that point. He was the only one who could truly understand this...this...agony he felt.
Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder.
Scott turned to see the familiar grey-blue eyes, the salt-and-pepper hair, the smart clothes. Jeff Tracy stood behind his eldest son.
Jeff Tracy, the military man.
Jeff Tracy, head of International Rescue.
Jeff Tracy, the widower.
The man who had lost the woman he loved and given up his space career, just to raise his children.
Jeff Tracy was the only man who'd understand.
"Dad..."
"I know, son. I know."
It didn't matter who was watching. There and then Jeff elected to hug his son in the middle of the hospital corridor, doctors and nurses rushing about.
It didn't matter that they ran International Rescue, the most efficient and prompt organization with the largest range of equipment ever known to mankind.
Today they were not the commander and his loyal worker.
They were father and son, and nothing else mattered.
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Reviews, please!!!!!!!!
Author's Note: More reviews please, lol! Here's chapter 8.
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More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter Eight
"So they're both OK?"
"Well they're a bit bruised and battered, but it's nothing that won't fade away in time. But I'm worried about Scott, Dad. He went with Megan in the ambulance...you remember her, right?"
"Yes of course I do. But what was she doing in there?"
"We dunno, Dad. Jolene and that other guy's motives are a mystery to us."
"Where are you boys now?"
"Me and Alan are following the ambulance Dad. Scott's going to need someone there for him, I think."
"Is Megan badly hurt?"
"She's been shot in her shoulder. She was losing a lot of blood."
"OK, Virgil. Call when you get any more news."
"Will do."
"Over and out."
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Doctors and nurses came from all directions. Every time one of the consultants passed, Scott looked up hopefully, willing them to stop, tell him Megan was fine.
They didn't.
The minutes crawled, seemingly at the pace of a snail. How was it, Scott wondered, that when you were enjoying life and having a good time, the hours flew by like magic, but when you were waiting for something, the time it took for one minute to pass was like an eternity.
Like the days leading up to Christmas. You'd sit and look at that tree, the base of it surrounded by presents. They were all wrapped in the brightly coloured paper and after the first day of them lying on the floor, you knew which ones had your name on. When you got the room to yourself, you'd sit and pick up the biggest and most interesting one, running your fingers over it, trying to distinguish the shape underneath, desperately trying to guess what it was. Scott remembered the joke games of "pass the parcel" they'd had at school. A big box was passed round the circle of children with eager hands, and they'd pulled off the paper layer by layer, till they'd gotten down to a box. Inside this box was another, and another, and another, and finally, the winner would open a tiny little box which would have some silly gift in it, like a key ring or something.
Scott shook his head. These stupid thoughts of the past were in his mind because he didn't want to think about the present. About what was going on behind those white doors where Megan was. Doctors came and went, none of them stopping. Scott sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. After resigning to being stuck in the hospital all night, a voice spoke above him.
"Mr Tracy?"
Scott looked at the nurse and nodded.
"Ms Parsons is asking for you."
The nurse felt uncomfortable looking at the young man, hating to be the one to give news like this, but it happened more than once in her line of work.
"Mr Tracy. The doctors have done all they can. Ms Parsons injuries are too severe."
No. No, this couldn't be happening.
"Too severe for what?" He asked desperately.
"I'm afraid Ms Parsons is dying, Sir."
"Surely there must be something you can do? Surely –"
"Mr Tracy. Please go and see her." She paused. "You don't have much time."
Scott followed the blonde nurse to a side-room, legs threatening to buckle.
Megan was lying on the bed, connected to what seemed like hundreds of machines monitoring her condition. She was awake, looking at Scott. The nurse closed the door quietly, knowing this was not going to be easy.
"Hello, Scott." Megan croaked, breaking the silence.
"Megan." Scott sat on the chair that was positioned carefully next to the bed. "Megan, don't leave me. I don't think I can stand it."
"Don't you let me hear you talk like that, Scott Tracy. You've got so much to live for. You've got a wonderful family, and one day you're going to meet a woman and have lots of wonderful children..."
She tried to swallow the sobs that caught in her throat.
"And you'll make your father a proud granddaddy. Just don't forget me. I'll be watching over you."
"I don't want to meet just any woman. I want you, Megan."
"Scott there's a lot of women out there and I'm just one of them. There'll be someone else."
She could feel herself drifting.
"Scott. You have to promise me. You can't live the rest of your life alone, not with all the love you've got to give. Please. You have to find someone else."
"I can't. Megan – Megan, I love you."
She could feel her heart singing despite the pain and sudden weariness that over came her.
"Scott. I love you too...but I have to go...I'm trying, really I am..."
"Megs...I promise you. I'll find someone if it'll make you happy. I promise."
"Scott Tracy. I'm very glad to hear that."
She held out a hand and Scott took it. A few moments later she spoke quietly.
"Bye Scott. I...I want to thank you for everything you did today."
"I didn't do enough...please, Megan. Don't leave me."
"Scott. It's not goodbye. It's only..."
And then she was gone.
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Virgil and Alan had been sat outside for hours. They'd finally made to the hospital, though they hadn't been permitted to go to Intensive Care.
"Do you think she pulled through?"
"I don't know Al. I sure hope so, for her and Scott's sake."
Alan suddenly sat up and peered straight ahead.
"What is it, Al?"
"Look," he replied, pointing skyward. "I know this seems silly, but isn't that Tracy One?"
Virgil peered ahead to the low-flying red 'plane.
"Yeah! It is. It's Dad."
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He couldn't cry.
He couldn't do anything.
All he wanted to do was to scream with the emotional agony of it all.
Megan was dead.
That was that.
But why?
Megan was the only woman he'd ever loved. Why should she have to die? But it seemed to follow suit. After all, his mother had died when he was nine, now the woman he wanted to marry was dead. Perhaps he'd end up alone after all.
Or widowed like his father.
When Lucille had died, many years before, Scott had felt his own agony at losing a parent. He'd never seen his father the way he was on the months that followed. Scott had loved his mother very much, but it seemed she had been his father's reason to live.
He now understood that pain.
The pain of losing the woman you love.
It was like losing a limb.
He stared at the wall and wished his father could be with him at that point. He was the only one who could truly understand this...this...agony he felt.
Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder.
Scott turned to see the familiar grey-blue eyes, the salt-and-pepper hair, the smart clothes. Jeff Tracy stood behind his eldest son.
Jeff Tracy, the military man.
Jeff Tracy, head of International Rescue.
Jeff Tracy, the widower.
The man who had lost the woman he loved and given up his space career, just to raise his children.
Jeff Tracy was the only man who'd understand.
"Dad..."
"I know, son. I know."
It didn't matter who was watching. There and then Jeff elected to hug his son in the middle of the hospital corridor, doctors and nurses rushing about.
It didn't matter that they ran International Rescue, the most efficient and prompt organization with the largest range of equipment ever known to mankind.
Today they were not the commander and his loyal worker.
They were father and son, and nothing else mattered.
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