OCTOBER 12, 1998 (revised October 31, 2004)
DISCLAIMER: JQ and its characters are not mine. This is making no money. Though I wish it did.
Trust (1/3)
by Ina-chan
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Race frowned.
This is the second time for today. A nagging feeling started to gnaw through his gut as he flipped his cel phone and pushed the sleek black object in his jacket pocket.
"Something wrong Mr. Bannon?" Mrs. Evans asked as a worried frown etched across her forehead
"No... Probably some kid making random prank calls," Race replied shaking his head
But it was the second time for today.
"Kids today..." Mrs. Evans murmured
"Well, I hope Mr. Evans finally recovers from the flu. I better get going myself..." Race said as he shifted the paper bag of groceries he had on his left arm, "My own patient can get very cranky if you leave him alone long enough."
"Poor Jonny," Mrs. Evans laughed and waved him goodbye, "Tell him I will pass by tomorrow to make him some of my great grandmother's chicken soup. Guaranteed to cure the flu."
"Well, I certainly hope so," Race replied with a grin as he walked out of the grocers and toward his car
Stale snow cracked under his weight as he opened the driver side door and unceremoniously tossed his bag across to the passenger seat. He racked his brains trying to deduce who his mysterious caller could be. Only a few people knew that number... and he was certain none of them would make a prank call such as this.
Hadji and Jessie is away visiting their mothers for the next couple of weeks. Dr. Quest is away on a conference in New York. Jonny is at home with the flu and acting like a wounded creature... the point being of why they were not able to accompany his father.
The phone rang again.
With a hint of annoyance, he pulled it out of his jacket.
"Bannon."
"Race, its Phil."
Now this is even more unusual than his mysterious caller.
"Phil?"
"I can't explain in the phone," Corven's slightly agitated voice filtered through the receiver, "This is urgent. I'm flying over immediately to brief you on the situation. I've already sent word to New York. Whatever happens, stay close to Jonny."
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If he wasn't his friend, Race could easily see himself despising his boss. But at the moment, Corven's rudeness was the least of Race's worries. His senior's message increased the urgency of his gut feeling. He started the car...
And the phone rang again.
"Did you forget something?" Race asked through the phone absent-mindedly as he backed out of the grocery's parking lot
No reply.
Like the two incidents earlier.
Only this time, his mysterious friend didn't hang up... or stay silent for too long,
"You stole my life from me."
Race frowned, "Who is this?"
"You stopped me before... but this time, I won't fail."
"Who are you?"
"I will get my life back."
Race stopped the car as something from the back of his memory tried to reach out to his consciousness.
The caller's voice... hauntingly familiar...
The caller's words... hauntingly familiar...
"WHO ARE YOU?" Race demanded coldly
His mysterious friend laughed. A very familiar laugh, "My name is Race Bannon. I am 32 years old... no... 36 years old. I was born in Willamette, Illinois. My father's name is John and my mother's name is Sarah..."
Race Bannon felt his blood run cold.
He heard those very same words before...
... Four years ago.
"Jonny..." Race whispered fearfully
"The question is," The caller continued, "Who are you?"
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To be continued?
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Author's squawk:
Yes, Meach... This is the fic promisehether I finish this fic or not. The aim of this fic is three chapters... so this one is supposed to be short and sweet, if things go my way.
Oh yeah... from Canada... Happy Thanksgiving! .
Ja!
Ina-chan