Chapter 7

A/N: I apologise for the unannounced hiatus, my life has been pretty hectic in the past few months, but moving on. Thank you for all of your kind reviews! I really appreciate them and the fact that you're all enjoying this story despite it being a little unconventional. As I said in my previous chapter, this chapter is a little more grim, prepare to be bombarded with tragic feels!

Kim sat at her kitchen table with a mug of strong coffee, anxiously stirring it whilst tapping her mobile phone onto the table. She thought about what Huck had told her and how she and her son would have to be uprooted and forced into a new life simply for their safety. It worried her a lot but not as much as waiting for Huck to return home did. She looked at her watch and it was already 20 minutes past the time he said he'd be back so she continued to stare at the door hoping to hear his fist pounding on it again.

She looked over in the corner where her suitcases and bags were rested and noticed that Javi had yet to place his things there too. She went upstairs to his bedroom to find him playing a computer game.

"Javi? What are you doing? Why aren't your bags downstairs, your father will be here soon."

He paused his game and gave her an unimpressed look. It was more than obvious in that moment that he was not happy about having to leave DC, his friends and everything he knew.

"Maybe because I'm not so happy about going anyway Mom." He complained.

She gave him a sad look. "Honey..." she said as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "I know you're not too happy about this, but trust me when I say, it's for the best and it's for your safety, okay?" She said as she stroked his cheek. Javi still looked at her unimpressed.

"Look, once we are out of town, your father and I will explain everything, until then you just have to trust me! Do you trust Mommy?" She asked him rubbing both his shoulders and looking him in the eyes.

He finally took her words seriously and took a deep sigh. "Yes Mom."

"Okay, now hurry up and get your stuff packed and we'll wait downstairs for your father."

She began helping Javi pack by grabbing the majority of clothing he had in one draw and trying to squeeze it into the suitcase. As she was zipping it up, she noticed Javi over at his television set unwrapping wires from what she could tell, one of his games consoles.

"Javi? What are you doing? You can't take the Playstation."

"What? You just got it for me last month!" Javi yelled

"We barely have enough space in the car for our suitcases and necessities and you can't bring it on the plane!" She stormed over to the other side of his bed and grabbed his Nintendo game. "You can bring this instead." She said handing him the small device. "And I promise when we're settled I will buy you a new Playstation. Now go ahead and bring this downstairs." She said handing him his suitcase and he proceeded to do so.

She took one last look around Javi's room before closing the door and heading downstairs.

"Okay, have you got everything baby?" She asked Javi before tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Yes Mom." Javi answered.

Kim and Javi were disturbed by her buzzing phone, it was a text from Huck. "I've sorted everything. Meet me at the end of the street in 10 minutes." The text read.

"Okay c'mon Javi, we're going now, your dad will be here in little bit, we've gotta go down the street." They collected their bags and left the house. Kim closed the front yard gate behind her taking one last look at the home she's lived in for the past 13 years with tears in her eyes. She was absolutely frantic about having to go on the run due to B613 being after them, but she knew deep in her heart that it was what was best, for her and her family. She quickly gathered herself together, clearing her throat and wiping away her tears so Javi wouldn't see her in such a state.

"Okay, Javi baby let's go." She said as she grabbed her suitcase and proceeded to walk down the street with Javi slowly trailing behind her as he was too focused on his video game. When she realised, she immediately walked back to him and grabbed his arm.

"Javi c'mon and stop playing that silly game." She demanded as she was still pulling him.

She wasn't looking where she was going and she tripped over a pothole causing Javi to fall with her and crash his game.

"Mom watch it!" He yelled.

"Honey I'm sorry, are you okay?" She kindly asked him brushing the dirt off of his clothes and checking making sure he wasn't hurt.

"Yeah, I'm fine Mom." He answered. She lowered to the floor and picked up his game and handed it to him. She rubbed his cheek and then continued to walk on.

5 minutes later, they had nearly reached the destination in which Huck wanted to meet them both. They stood by the road. Javi was still too busy playing his game and failed to focus on anything else. Kim didn't realise her son was still dragging behind her though. When coming to the road, she looked left and right ensuring there were no cars coming and began to cross. A few steps in, she looked back at Javi still stood at the crossing, with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Javi! Turn that game off and come on!" She yelled. But Javi was still ignoring her."

"JAVI!" She yelled again and he finally took heed.

"Okay Mom. I'm coming." He said with his head still down to save his game and switch the console off.

But Javi's game saving was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a speeding car coming from around the corner and a loud thud. It failed to stop at any means and continued to move fast down the street. When he looked up, all he saw was the sight of his Mother lying on the ground covered in bruises, with her suitcase and most of her belongings lying around her.

He instantly dropped his games console on the ground and ran over to his injured mother screaming.

"MOM!"

He looked around to see if there was anybody who could help him. He brushed his mothers hair out of her face and tears began to fall from his eyes.

"Mom?" He said continuing to cry. His voice was cracking and he could just about control his constant heaving. "Please wake up!" He took a hold of her hand and held onto.

He was hysterical, he didn't know what to do. He was too afraid to check for a pulse or heartbeat out of fear that he night not get the sound he wanted to hear. He shut his eyes tightly, his way of escaping this horror and also desperately wishing this wasn't happening.

Huck came driving around the corner looking out for the both of them and when he reached the end of the street, he found Javi kneeling down by Kim's body crying.

Huck gasped and immediately stopped the car in the middle of the road. He leaped out without shutting the car door and ran over to Javi and Kim.

"What happened?!" He asked Javi in a horrified tone. He immediately took hold of her hand to check for a pulse. Javi still remained in shock, crying hysterically and stood behind his father.

"JAVI, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"A...a...c...car...came...and..." Javi stuttered

He didn't want to hear any more, he knew where Javi was going with this. There was no sign of any brake marks on the road so he knew exactly who was responsible. There was no pulse, no heartbeat and no movement. Kim was definitely dead.

He took his trembling hand and touched her bruises softly. He began to cradle her body. "No...NOOOO!" He yelped in devastation whilst Javi held onto him and continued crying into his jacket.

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About 10 minutes away, Rowan Pope stood in a desolate alley-way waiting for one of his trusted agents, Agent Bryd, the same young and naïve agent who had just pulled off the stunt involving Kim. He stood by the wall and stared at his watch until agent Byrd showed up. About 5 minutes later, agent Byrd came running down the alley up to Rowan.

"What kept you?" Rowan sternly asked

"Well I had to ditch the car." The young man answered.

"Hmm." Rowan said to himself. "And she's definitely dead?"

"Yes, yes sir." Byrd repeated out of breath.

"Well done my son. I'm very proud of you, I didn't think you'd pull it, which makes what I have to do now a little harder." Rowan said slyly.

"Make what harder?" Byrd asked naively

"I'm very sorry about this."

"Sorry about what?"

Rowan sharply slipped his hand into his jacket and instantly pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger before Byrd even had a chance to process what was happening. When his body hit the ground, Rowan just stared briefly, gave himself a quick smile and continued on down the alley way like nothing had happened.

Later that night, 21:13, Olivia's Apartment

Olivia slipped out of her daydreaming and visualising at the sound of her building's elevator dinging, indicating that she and Jake had reached her floor. Jake stepped out as soon as the doors opened. He'd experienced worse before but there was just something about that prison cell that grossed him out and he couldn't wait to get back into a familiar habitat and relax with a beer. He stopped and turn when he realised Olivia had yet to step out of the elevator. He stepped back to get her.

"Liv?" He softly asked her putting a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just really need a shower." She briskly walked past Jake whilst digging through her purse for her house keys to open her door, she couldn't get in fast enough and as soon as she did, she instantly rushed to her room.

"Did you want me to make you anything?" Jake yelled down the hall

"No thanks, I'm just, gonna jump in the shower. I need it, that place was gross and I don't want any reminders of the place." She answered.

Olivia closed her bedroom door and rested her head amongst it. She ran her hand over her face and tried to calm her heavy breathing. She took off her blazer, stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her trousers. She pulled her shirt over her head, threw it on the ground and walked into her bathroom to step into the shower.

The shower was well needed. She let the warm water pour down on her as she took calm deep breaths. The water soothed her muscles and the steam slowly cleared her sinuses and calmed her. She rested her hands flat upon the wall and let the water run down her body as she hung her head down.

Flashes and thoughts of her fathers despicable actions ran through her mind and she began to sigh in anger. She could feel her rage building up and stood underneath the shower head until she felt she was calm enough.

She stepped out of the shower and wrung her hair out. She pulled her robe on and went over to her chest of draws to take out a white camisole with black lace and threw it onto her bed. She then got her hair dryer, plugged it into the socket and began running it through her hair. When her hair was completely dry, she put on the camisole and decided to pull out a secret bottle of wine she had stashed underneath her bed, she though she deserved to wine down on her own for a moment before discussing things with Jake, but the moment she brought that glass of wine to her lips, her moment of calm was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.

She couldn't tell who it was as the number was from blocked ID, but she answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hello Olivia." A smug but sinister voice said on the other end. It was him, Olivia couldn't believe the smug bastard had the audacity to call her phone and act like nothing had happened,. It took everything in her to not press the cancel call button and throw her phone across the room, but something inside her told her she should listen to what he was going to say.

"What the hell do you want?" She gritted through her teeth, holding onto her glass tight in anger.

"Can't I call to check on my only child?"

"I don't know how you did it. I might not have got you today but mark my words, someone will get you eventually, I promise you!" She said menacingly.

"Woah, no need for animosity, I just called to tell you congratulations, and good game."

"Huh?" She asked confused.

"Your mission. Your little mission to destroy and or take down Command. That's what this was all about right? Well you've succeeded."

Olivia was still confused as to what he was referring to.

"Command has been taken down Olivia. You wiped away Command's existence. There were only a few agents left who could identify me as Command." He continued

Olivia, still raging, took a sip of her wine quickly to calm herself down.

"I know what you're thinking, the remaining B613 files will prove I'm Command, but those have been, let's just say, archived." He continued.

The anger on Oliva's face then soon turned to upset when he said what he said next.

"And in case you were still wondering whether your mother was still an ally, don't. She loves you, just not as much as she loves her freedom. She signed a document agreeing not to ever speak of B613's existence in exchange for freedom shortly after you and loverboy were released. Your little stunt wiped B613 of the map, you killed Command, you destroyed him. Luckily, your father, Elijah Pope, an innocent elderly man palaeontologist who works for the Smithsonian didn't get caught in the crossfire."

Angry tears began to develop in Olivia's eyes. She began to breath heavily through the phone and she could feel her blood boiling the surface of her skin.

"Nobody is even looking for me and nobody would even think to, I am free baby and for that I thank you. Sleep well Olivia."

Her hands began to tremble in rage and her chest began to rise and fall rapidly as she tried to control her breathing. She felt tears well up in her eyes as her chest began to tighten and every nerve in her body fired up, and in her rage, she threw her phone and the glass of wine she had held in her hand at her wall and grabbed her pillow to scream into.

"Olivia?!" Jake called worriedly from the kitchen as he heard the glass shatter and her muffled screams. He ran over to her room and when he reached, he saw the shattered glass and spilt wine on the ground and manoeuvred his way around it to avoid getting hurt and his feet wet. He carefully walked over to a shaking Olivia who was sat on her bed rocking back and forth and trying her hardest to control her tears.

"Liv? Olivia, what happened?" He asked as he put his arm around her and looked directly at her.

She hesitated before answering. "He...he always wins. I can't take it any more, I CAN'T!" She cried holding her head in her hand. Jake brought her in closer and laid his head upon hers. She continued to cry into his chest, slowly soaking his shirt, but he didn't care. What he cared about was her current emotional state.

It was right there and then he couldn't bare to see her like this any more, this was the straw that broke the camels back. He loved Olivia more than anything in the world and he couldn't deal with seeing her this traumatised everyday by the scumbag that fathered her.

"Liv, look at me." He asked her as he held her cheek and turned it towards him. "He...is not going to get away with this, I promise you, I'm not going to let him hurt you any more." He assured her.

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, she'd seen that look in his eyes before and it immediately told her exactly what Jake may have been implying.

"No! Jake just leave it alone, just let me deal with it." She demanded.

"No Olivia! He has to be dealt with properly. That scumbag has done nothing but cause pain and misery for everybody around. For Christ sake, he gets a sick thrill of off terrorising and traumatising his own daughter. No man like that deserves any chances in my book. LOOK AT WHAT HE'S DONE TO YOU! HE HAS TO PAY!"

Jake was in such a state of rage at that point that even Olivia was concerned. She knew he was very protective of her and a bit of a hot head but this was a side to him she hand't seen.

And then it clicked for her. The reason he was so irate about what her father had done to her. He knew all about scumbag father's and dealt with it his whole childhood, and after what Jake's father had done to his little sister and how she tragically ended her life, she understood why he'd want to do something about Rowan himself. But she wasn't going to let Jake do time for that bastard, he certainly wasn't worth that. Her father also wasn't worth getting hurt over either, and she didn't want to find Jake lying in a ditch somewhere.

"Jake..." She uttered softly as she held onto his tightly clutched fist. "I'm not Emily, and Rowan isn't your Dad. And I'm so sorry for what happened to her. Don't feel bad about what he did and her hanging herself because it wasn't your fault. He paid eventually, and you were right to do what you did because he deserved it, every bit of it. And I hope you enjoyed ending his life the way you did, but killing my father is not going to do the same." She advised him.

Tears began to well up in Jake's eyes and he tried his hardest to hold them back. He absolutely hated showing his emotions in front of others as he felt it made him look weak, but as Olivia pulled and held onto the bottom of the sleeve of her silk robe to wipe his tear, it suddenly didn't matter.

"And we both know what he's capable of and I'd rather have him roam the streets than get a phone call from the police one day telling me you've been in a very convenient car accident. So please, please, promise you won't do anything." She begged and pleaded.

Jake looked directly into her sore red eyes and saw that vulnerable look she only ever reserved for him. "I promise." He uttered. She then brought him in for a hug and held onto him tightly, he did the same.