Title: Self Preservation
A/N: This is my first fic, and it was written just a few minutes after watching 'Oh, Brother Where Art Thou?' so it's a bit rough and ready, so just bear with it okay? Please don't flame me if it sucks!
Enjoy!
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He let his body relax as he sank to the depths of the murky water. In truth, this wasn't the first time he'd done this. Countless times he'd practiced the routines, albeit at more remote locations but it wasn't guesswork. Not by any means.
He'd meticulously studied every single angle. The depth of the water, diving techniques, currents, wind, everything... And it was all for her. He pulled on the scuba gears and some other equipment and continued on his way. He was on auto-pilot for this was a journey he knew well. It gave him time to think, and to commiserate.
She had no idea, even as the crusader that she as, which she'd barely scratched the surface of major crime triads in Boston, but she had scratched further than anyone else and lived today, without knowing it. Things so underground that almost no one except those involved and the highest-ranking agencies. The familia was at it again, and he was determined to let no one hurt his sister.
The countless cases that she'd gone above and beyond for pursuit of the truth, were all a lie. I truth they were merely very sophisticated cover-ups, and because she'd threatened to expose their Alliances, she had to be eliminated.
The fumeilaot, as it's members so often called it, had members that would affect everything that people around the world lived for. They had powerful operatives within Police Departments, Governments, Embassies, but yet one thing stood in their way.
A very smart and spook-like man. A man that could expose them, their 'chink in the armour', their 'Achilles' heel'...And that man was James, and his mission was to protect his sister at all cost, and if possible, the ones around her, for if anything happened to her support network, his mission would be compromised.
He had nobody left, and nobody to love and express his feelings to. If he died, he figured no one would miss him. Barely anyone knew he existed. But at all cost's he would protect her, be her Guardian Angel. He'd blow the fumeilaot wide open, and only then would she have a chance at safety.
But to him, it was worth it. To see his sister, someone he barely knew so happy because she was alive and not in the morgue she worked at. He knew his position in her life, and knew he outranked every man in her life. For if it hadn't been for James Horton, Jordan Cavanaugh would have ceased to exsist.
His only regret had been the pain he'd caused her. And as much as he thought she didn't understand him, she did know him a lot better than both of them thought. And the genuine look in his eyes had told him that she'd been sincere and genuine that he wanted him with her, and she would protect him.
And James had faltered then, the want to believe her, that the fantasy of normalcy was achievable. But he knew that that was a path he was not used to, and he'd never adjust. He had never been 'normal' and not was not the time to change.
He let thoughts of his beautiful sister slowly leave his head, regardless of what he'd said or done while he'd taken her, the last thing he would have done was harm her. He'd taken a personal oath to himself that he would protect the last thing he had left, the only thing worth living for. It wasn't brotherly protectiveness anymore, it was self-preservation.
And as he turned into a dark tunnel of water, he prayed to God that this wasn't going to be the last time that saw each other.
It was far from over.
But it was over, just for now.
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How'd you like it? Took me about 15 minutes to write, so it's a bit rough, but I hope you liked it still. Also is there anyone that would be able to beta a fic that I've already written? Is anyone brave enough? LOL.Please R and R