Disclaimer: I own none of this, except the plot… It all belongs to France3 ect ect…
Summary: 10 years later X.A.N.A. is gone, forever destroyed. Aelita is materialized and she and Jeremie are married (thanks much to his wonderful computer skills). The team worked together, saved up enough money and bought the factory. The factory equipment was gutted and sold for scrap. Odd died in the final battle with X.A.N.A. some 4 years ago. Jeremie and Aelita work as "computer technicians." Lyoko was reprogrammed as a whole world (no pitfalls or long jump places with nothing below). Lyoko now operates as the world largest and most advanced military simulation ground with outposts spanning the globe. Lyoko Inc. co-owned by Jeremie Aelita Yumi and Ulrich is one of the most advanced computer companies, selling their products and services to the highest intercontinental bidder. Jeremie and co. are now billionaires. But to the world outside of Lyoko they seldom use their wealth and to their friends are just normal people.
Rating: RGenres: Actionadventure, drama, romance
Warnings: sex, sexual tension, violence, death, tragedy, guilt and more sex. PLEASE no one under 16 should read this. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. And any other way you could put that. Please take mind that this fic will contain GRAPHIC descriptions of terrorist attacks, and even a full-scale war; this is not my version of mien kompf (hitlers book doesn't deserve the capital letters) and I have no plans to replicate this blah blah blah
And now that I have fully complied with FF.Ns' rules on with the story
A/N: notes at bottom…
Chapter3: Recovery: Part oneUlrich woke to the sound of hushed voices.
"It's not your-"
"Yes it is, now shut up or you'll wake him."
Ulrich recognized Jeremie's and Aelitas voices but didn't know what they were talking about. He decided to ask. "Umm, Jeremie, Aelita what are you guys arguing about. A male figure approached his curtains and pulled them aside. It was Jeremie.
"It's nothing Ulri-"
Just then Aelita came through the curtains her eyes red as though crying.
"Dammit Jeremie I want to tell him I don't care if he gets mad."
Ulrich, taken aback, and sensing something wrong, having never heard Aelita swear before decided to let them continue their argument. However they apparently wanted him to talk, they were looking at him; Jeremie expectantly, Aelita nervously.
"What's going on guys, talk to me here."
Aelita spoke, her voice trembling looking on the verge of tears " Jeremie I want to tell him alone please," she said this desperately as if she were begging him.
Jeremie shrugged and stepped out of the curtains. His footsteps faded and a door closed nearby. Aelita sat down in the chair that Yumi had been in when he had last fell asleep.
Ulrich was curious what this was about, however he let Aelita take her time if it was this distressing.
Aelita looked around, seeming satisfied that no one was near she began to speak. "Ulrich, I want to start out by apologizing to you, and to ask you to let me finish before you say anything." A tear streamed down her cheek as she said this. Ulrich, perplexed and nervous about her being so upset stayed silent listening intently, he nodded for her to go on. "Ulrich it is my fault that you were shot. When you walked a-away I-I he-he-h he snatched my," she gave a sniff, tears were rolling down her cheeks rapidly as she spoke her voice growing more unsteady by the moment, "gun and he t-tur-turned toward-s you a-a-and I wasn't f-f-fast enough t-to st-stop hi-him. I grabbed m-my gun back just as he f-fired. Oh god I-it w-was s-so loud a-and bright a-and and I'm sorry Ulrich."
At this she completely broke down, sobs wracking her body.
"Aelita… come here," it was more of a command than a request. When she stood, shaking while he pulled her to him. She tensed at first but was soon sobbing hysterically into his shoulder. " It's okay Aelita, it's not your fault; we all make mistakes." He stroked her hair, and she cried herself to sleep. Ulrich looked down at her. Her hair was no longer in its braid and had clearly not been given any attention recently. Ulrich wondered how long he had been out. He wanted some answers about his condition, he had yet to actually speak or even see a doctor. As he thought this he heard a door open and rapid footsteps approaching his bed. The whit curtains were pulled aside to reveal a doctor; a tall, broad shouldered, well-built man with dirty blonde hair that hung just in front of his eyes. Yumi was standing slightly behind him. They walked in, the doctors' hair swaying in front of his eyes with his long stride.
"Hello Ulrich, I am Dr. Blackburn. I am glad to see that you are finally awake." His voice was deep, mellow and oddly soothing.
"How long have I been out doc?"
"About three days, I must say Ulrich you are a very lucky man."
"How so?"
"The bullet broke through your shoulder blade, smashed your collar bone, and sliced through two main arteries. You lost a lot of blood. And by all accounts, the bullet should have knocked you unconscious instantly, but you managed to empty your gun into the man before you collapsed. Fortunately a passerby saw you getting mugged and called the police. You are very lucky to be alive." He said this very bluntly, clearly surprised himself.
"No shit? No wonder I fell so fast. But how did you know about the fight?"
"I'm more than a doctor Ulrich. I'm with a secret branch of the U.S. military."
Ulrich stared, very startled. "What's your Clearance level?"
"Delta X254."
"What's the Password for your clearance?"
"There is no password."
Ulrich was very vexed, a doctor with that level of clearance? That was very unusual, even for the American military. Ulrich thought for a moment. "So you're with the branch were leasing part of Lyoko to?"
"That is correct Ulrich. I am however more than just your doctor here. The man that mugged you was an assassin." The doctor paused, allowing his statement to sink in. "Your deaths were supposed to look like you were all killed by coincidence, a random act of an average mugger. However, you four were very well prepared for that situation, you caught him off guard."
"So why exactly are you here?"
"Unofficially I'm here as part of a bodyguard unit for you and your friends, a small gift of appreciation from our government as it were. Semiofficially I am here as your doctor. Officially I am currently somewhere in the Middle East, tending to terrorist victims."
"So…" Ulrich said sizing up the man before him. Inside his lab coat he was wearing black jeans, and a black shirt, a gun holster barely visible above his right hip.
The man saw this and laughed, "I am the best of the best Ulrich, ex-Navy Seal, Secret Service, and Black Ops. You need not worry; I can handle anything anyone can throw at us. And if I were here to kill you, you'd already be dead." Ulrich raised an eyebrow, quite impressed.
"And you say there is a whole team of you here?"
"Yes, three others, each no less competent than myself."
Ulrich was flabbergasted. These guys must be good, if the Americans thought that they might be more competent than Yumi, Jeremie, Aelita, and himself; then these guys were pros.
"Where are the others, and for that matter where are we?"
"We, Ulrich are in a secret French Military base outside of Caen. My team is at the local embassy getting orders." He paused; Whistled and a man carrying what looked to be an armaments box came through the curtains. "We have a present for you four. Just off of the R&I labs in Washington, may I give you the Hellspawn super-automatic pistol. The man holding the box opened it. Inside were four shiny silver pistols. Yumi grabbed one and examined it.
"Looks just like an ordinary pistol to me."
"Look again Yumi, look at the clip."
The clip must have impressed Yumi because her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack.
"Holy shit," She murmured.
"Like I said fresh off of the R&I labs in Washington. It fires a 2.2-millimeter round with an impact velocity of mach-4 at 1 mile. Each clip holds 300 rounds of ammunition and fires with 5 rates of fire; 2000 rounds per minuet, 1500, 1000, 500, and semi-automatic, plus a fingerprint sensitive safety. I am giving each of you one plus 3000 rounds of ammo."
"Pulling out all the stops aren't you?"
"Just wait till you get to shoot the rifle version, the kick is hellacious but it really kicks ass."
"Speaking of getting up and around when will be able to actually move doc?"
"You should be outta here in a week or so, you can rest up for about three months back at the factory. After that you should be okay."
"Excellent, when can I walk again?"
"Probably by the end of the week, keep weight off of that arm until your shoulder is completely healed."
Ulrich spent the rest of the week chatting up nurses, kissing Yumi, and talking to Dr. Blackburn. He had grown to like the doctor, and his team, he wasn't kidding when he said they were the best of the best. His fifth day there he got in his new motorized wheelchair (he still cant walk right after losing so much blood) and went to the base firing range, where he had heard that doctor Blackburn was spending his spare time. He was standing at a 20-yard range a Hellspawn pistol in his hand. He turned and waved Ulrich over to him.
"Come to see what this thing can really do huh?"
"Yea I hope it's as good as its cracked up to be."
"Just wait and see. This is the semi automatic." He cocked the pistol and fired a few rounds, the gun was quite loud and the apples he had set up on the rail exploded in a spray of instant applesauce.
Ulrich whistled, that was impressive in itself', even his high power .50-caliber desert eagle only made chunky sauce from apples. He walked to a 15-yard range where watermelons were set up. (Thank you R. Lee for the idea)
"This is 500 RPM." He flipped a switch on the gun pointed it at a watermelon. The noise was deafening. He screwed up his eyes and went to cover his ears but his left shoulder exploded with pain. Hugh, as Ulrich had learned his first name to be, noticed and handed him a pair of earmuffs. Ulrich looked up, the watermelon was full of 3-inch wide holes.
"Damn, and you say the rifle version is better?"
"Much, but only a skilled marksman can use it beyond its semi-automatic mode." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Ulrich I need to tell you something, The African jungle towns are warring, and the violence has threatened to become a full scale war."
"African villages are always warring, and it's always on the verge of war. So why are you telling me?"
"This time, countries and large corporations are jumping in, supplying arms, training, and even men. This time it could turn very ugly Ulrich, and I am under orders to request the assistance of Lyoko Inc. I don't agree with our government asking for your help but it's out of my hands." Hugh frowned, and continued to fire, Ulrich watching, letting his words sink in.
Authors notes: sorry for not updating recently but it's been a hellacious week. I got back to school on April 5th and I've been so damn busy I've barely had time to sleep let alone type this up and edit it. Unfortunately I will have to break my promise ill have a chap out every 1-2 weeks (probably on weekends). This story has not been abandoned! Iwould have had this up yesterday night 4/18/05 butI couldn't log in :(
Here is a list of characters full names to the best of my knowledge.
Ulrich Stern
Jeremie Belpois
Odd Della-Robbia
Yumi Ishiyama
Elisabeth Delmas (sissy)
Herve Pichon
Milly Solovieff
Tamiya Diop
Jim MoralEs (Jimbo)
Hugh Blackburn
This story is going to get VERY RACY (possible lemon)in the next few chaps, And VERY VIOLENT in the chaps farther ahead. I don't care if you are 18 or older, for all I care you can be as young as 12 reading this. (I read worse at 11) however the law does care and in this country the law matters. So unless we are talking outside of FF.N please do not directly tell me. (Just thought you should know that)
Beyond that I have 1 more acc to create in the next chap so this may get sticky!
Wow 9 reviews already, keep it up reviews are our bread & butter.
