Title: Think
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters: Tracy Quartermaine
Prompt: #10 Think
Word Count: 699 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bound, gagged, and waiting for Helena Cassadine to come and kill her, Tracy Quartermaine has little else to do but think.
Author's Notes: Set April, 2005. This is done in stream of consciousness, Tracy's thoughts while she's tied to the wheelchair. Not my usual style, but hopefully it will be a good, quick read. (Probably just my reaction to that whole "plot" thing from the last prompt…. Gods, I'm so lazy!)
Some mature content; but nothing overt.
Think, Tracy.
Think.
There's a way out of every trap, and this one's no different.
Look for a flaw, look for a weakness. Look for an opportunity. There's always something to exploit, something to slam through. You just have to find it.
God, my wrists are getting numb. I'm going to strangle him with my bare hands when I get out of this. I'm going to wipe that self-aggrandizing smirk off his beady little face the moment…
No, think, Tracy. Don't get distracted. Don't follow the anger; use your head, like Daddy taught you.
Think.
Quick inventory, kid. Wrists bound. Check. Gagged. Check. Regular chair? No, that wheelchair. At least you're not blindfolded. You can see, and that's an advantage. He can't sneak up on you.
What about the drug? Any residual side effects? Dizzy? Nauseous? Trouble tracking or connecting ideas? No.
Son-of-a-bitch. Damned cocky rotten son-of-a-bitch! How dare he? How dare he? I will—
No, stay focused.
Look around. Roulette wheel there. Stairs behind you—can't roll up that way. The phone is still here. The phone is still here, and you've got wheels. Can you move your feet? Can you push--? Oh, DAMN, that hurts.
I'm so going to make him regret the day his parents were born.
God, I ache. I need to stretch. Everything hurts.
Nobody likes a whiner, Tracy. Focus!
The phone. 9-1-1. Even if I can't talk, I can scream. You don't have to give your address anymore—they do that caller ID thing now. All I have to go is get to the phone, knock the receiver off the hook, and … oh, god. What'll they think? Oh, god, I look like an idiot—tied to a freaking wheelchair by a madman using me as bait for the Great White Helena!
Don't think about it, Tracy. Now isn't the time for pride. Helena Cassadine isn't going to worry about your damned pride when she's blowing your brains out.
Dillon, you rotten ungrateful wretch. You horrible unforgiveable child. I actually tried with you, and this is how you repay me?
I have no daughter.
Stop it! Focus. Damn it, now is not the time to dredge up all those things. The phone, the phone!
I have no daughter.
Okay, listen, think. Just think, Tracy. You can sit here, fighting with demons, bitching about Luke and Dillon and the unjustice of it all, whining oh, boo-hoo, my Daddy never loved me, I'm going to die without his approval, blah blah blah, or you can get to that DAMNED phone and call 9-1-1.
What is it, Tracy?
Breathe. That's it. Just keep pushing. You've gotten out of worse scrapes than this.
Luke Spencer is an idiot.
Focus.
He plays such a game, pretends to be so sexually deviant—whips, chains, sex toys, cream cheese—whatever his kink. He doesn't know anything about anything, the fucking amateur.
Focus.
BDSM 101, asshole. Never leave a bound person unattended. They could have a stroke, or a heart attack—you're not supposed to leave them alone.
Focus, and do not distract yourself. Foot on the floor—move the damned chair…
Marco Dane. Now there was a man who knew a thing or two about knots… Alex Masters? Mmm…he could tie me up anytime.
The phone, Tracy. Get to the phone.
Luke Spencer will regret this.
Just a few…inches…more…
I will make him pay in ways he never imagined possible. He will spend a YEAR of his life paying for this one night—more, maybe. He will regret this in ways he can't even begin to fathom.
Almost there…
"Honey, I'm home!" Luke Spencer entered the room, and Tracy knew her opportunity had passed. "Hey -- I thought I took that thing off," he said, referring to the gag, which he started to remove.
Luke was back, and this little drama was going to play out by his rules, on his terms.
Damn.
She waited for him to get the damned gag out of her mouth. There were so many things she had to say to him, so many choice words… " So many people are going to pay for this little caper, I don't know where to begin."
The End
Written for the 100situations Challenge.