The Midnighter

Disclaimer: See Part one for all details

Summary: After losing everything he holds dear to him, Special Agent Sawyer has no choice but to join M, and to work for him as 'The Midnighter' a deadly Vampiric assassin. Will he be able to gain his old life back through some new friends?

Author's Notes: Please R/R!

The Midnighter - Chapter 4

"Sawyer..wake up.." A cockney accented voice called out. When the voice heard no reply, he pressed again "Hey" this time lightly prodding The Spy.

Special Agent Tom Sawyer woke with a start, his gaze coming face to face with another. This didn't feel real...as if it was a dream. His green eyes looked up as he saw Rodney Skinner - Gentlemen Thief, standing right over him. When he was about to open his trap to say something, his mind awoke to reality, coming back into the real world. It seemed there was no Rodney Skinner there atall, just the warmth of one of M's many rooms within the fortress.

It was just a dream.

Finding himself laying on the carpet within this room, Sawyer pushed himself up, standing up and looking around the room. It was just mainly used as a spare room, sure it had a decent carpet, but the amount of furniture was much lower than the other rooms. There was a table, and a couple of chairs, and a dark pine cabinet with books and ornaments. the simple stuff. The Walls were of grey stone, making the atmosphere seem cold and airy. No painting's. No nothing. The Lighting was dull, the window provided the light intead of posh gas lamps. Sighing to himself, Sawyer pulled up a chair, sitting down by the window and he stared out at the snowy mountains.

"Well, I see you're still the same person I knew all that time, Special Agent Sawyer, of The American Secret Service." A voice suddenly said, stating Tom's full occupation.

In the shadows of the room, a figure stood perfectly still. He was taller than The Secret Agent, and he leant againest the wall, sort of slumping at the side of another bookcase. The other smirked, that smirk triggered a thousand memories. He was clothed exactly the same as Sawyer, an identical black coat was wrapped around him, unlike Tom's, who wore his coat open, mostly. The older boy was weaponless, save for a pocket stashed with bullets. His appearance hadn't changed much, his hair was short, but rather long, the colour was a dark brown that resembled dark wood. He also beared sea blue eyes, and fair skin.

As his ears picked up the American voice, Sawyer spun around on his heels, staring into the shadow that the other stood in the shadows. That voice sounded so familair, Tom could've swore this time he was dreaming. "How do you know me?" he asked.

"I've always known you..why don't you even remember your best friend?" The voice asked.

"I hate to tell you this, but he died, a long time ago." Tom answered, unsure whether to take a closer look and to reveal the identity of this mysterious voice

"Well, what if I told you he was alive, right now, in this very room, in this fortress.." The voice asked yet again.

"Then that would be a miracle. Look, I watched him die, there's no way.." Tom explained, trailing off slightly.

Sighing, the figure stepped out of the shadows "Listen here, Thomas. Good things take time, great things happen all at once.." He spoke, stepping into the light.

Sawyer had to clamp a hand over his mouth as his eyes took in the appearence the voice belonged to. His mind was running overtime, causing his head to be flooded with memories from over 10 years ago. He still wasn't sure, though, if this was the right so called 'Friend'.

"How do I know you're the real HuckleBerry Finn, tell me something only he would know." Tom asked, emphasising the word 'He'.

A blank expression washed over the other Secret Agents face, but then formed a sly smile, trying to recollect a unique fact.

"Remember that time when we found all that treasure?" Huck asked, raising a brow at Sawyer.

"Yes, but anyone could know that...tell me something else." Sawyer asked.

Huck sighed in annoyance, but loved a good challenge, especially if it meant winning over an old friend. "Fine. We tried to set Jim free where The Phelp's family was holding him at, but then when we tried you got shot in the leg..remember..bet you still have the scar..right?" Huck pressed, trying to remember overy ounce of that moment in time.

"But..." Tom questioned, a little shocked and taken aback. "You died...you died in London."

A look of guilt swept over Huck's features "I know i did, but then I awoke to this, and I wanted to go back Tom, I really did, but I was scared at what our superior would think if I suddenly turned up alive one day. Especially you, Tom. I had to wait for the...how do you say...oppertune moment?" He joked.

Tom let out a light laugh, okay, maybe he had been a little jumpy at first, and thought it best to apologise "I'm glad you're here...and alive, but just you coming back and standing there right infront of me just threw me a bit, thats all.." He said, shrugging the whole thing off. "Anyway why are you here?" He asked, folding his arms.

"Me? I've been here quite a while, I'm supossed to be on M's side, at least, thats what they think I'm doing. I told them I was waiting for you cos' you're that Midnighter aren't you?" Huck replied. "Whats up with your complextion?..you look real sick." He asked once again.

"Look, I keep telling everyone, I'm not this Midnighter alright? and if you're really interested to know, M's got this other lady on his side, and hey guess what, she's a stupid vampire who happened to make me one okay?" Tom said, sort of snapping.

"Well I'm sorry I asked.." Huck said in a huff.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just not used to being here, a lot of bad stuff has happened." Tom stated, apologising.

Changing the subject quickly, Huck said "Look, we have to get out of here. I have a friend waiting for us who'll get us outta here, okay...Tom?" He asked, looking at Tom, who looked miles away.

Snapping out of his thoughts, The American nodded "Yeah. Right." He replied, following Huck out the door. Huck hadn't noticed but Sawyer's eyes had turned red, and he felt a little light headed, but he shrugged it off as nothing...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please leave a review! Thanks for reading!