Warning!

If you love Connor Temple to bits like I do and doesn't want anything bad to happen to him stop reading immediately.

Sweet Revenge

Connor stood at the table working on Helen's device. He was worried sick. Helen had sent someone down to get Abbey. He'd never seen him before; he wasn't one of her minions. He was bald with lots of freckles and very tall. He had a scar running diagonally down his face. It started above his Right eye and finished at his chin. To Connor he looked very familiar but he couldn't place him. Where do I know him from? The thought was nagging him. God, I know I've seen him from somewhere. How do I know him? He started to get frustrated and angry with himself. He never forgets a face. Usually. Then I dawned on him. He'd seen the guy's face in Abbey's personal file, when he had hacked it, when they first joined the team. Oh no.

He was drawn out if his thoughts by a scream, Abbey's scream.

'Abbey!' he shouted. He went to run down to the basement, when he remembered the handcuff attaching him to the table. He yanked hard at it only to feel a searing pain shoot through his hand as a few tiny bones in his wrist shattered. Damn it. His desperation was growing stronger. He had to reach her, he just had to. What if he's hurting her like he did when she was child? No it wasn't a scream of pain, it was of surprise. That calmed Connor down a bit. But not enough, he was still pulling at cuff with his throbbing hand when a stone hit him on the shoulder. He turned around to find the person who threw the stone, and saw Becker watching him.

He motioned for Connor to go to him. Connor shook his head holding up his bloody wrist. Becker pointed to the floor. What Connor thought was a stone, were a set of keys. He grinned and bended down to pick them up but they were out of his reach.

'Becker you really need to work on you aim mate,' he grinned.

'Use you foot then, you idiot'. Connor could hear panic in his friend's voice.

'I can't. My legs are attached to the table as well, Apparently Helen over estimates my strength'. Becker didn't look amused at Connor's last sentence. He looked quite angry. Connor noticed this, and his face fell. 'I know, I know, not the right time for jokes,' he said returning to his work.

There were wires and stuff scattered all over the table. He really wasn't a neat worker. Becker threw something else at him. Connor looked at him. He was getting quite pissed of at him now.

'What?' Becker shook his head and pointed to the entrance leading down to the basement. Connor followed his finger, and saw the man emerging with an unconscious Abbey slumped over his shoulder.

'HELEN!' he screamed. He looked around wildly for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. 'Helen!' he shouted again, getting frustrated. She strolled into the room casually as if nothing was wrong. 'What?' she asked sweetly, seeing the look on his face. 'Get these off me,' he growled referring to the handcuffs and ropes.

'As you please'. She walked over and did as he asked. When she was done she left again.

Once free, Connor ran to Abbey's aid. The man had set her down on a spare table. Connor kneeled down at her side and took her hand. It was stone cold. He looked down at her pale face. She looked almost dead. Connor would have thought so if he couldn't have seen her breathing. 'What have you done to her?' he asked looking up at the big mans face. A wild grin spread across his face. To Connor he looked kind of crazy. Like the crazy that would put you in a mental home.

'I know your face boy,' he said in glee. His voice was deep and rusty, and he was towering over him, which made Connor recline a bit.

'W- What? This guy was about three feet taller than him, so he couldn't blame himself for being scared.

'You sold me out to the cops, when my Abigail was eleven'.

Connor stood up, his legs were shaking and he felt like he was going to collapse. 'You couldn't have seen me before. I didn't even know Abbey when she was eleven'. The man just shook his head his grin getting wider. 'I'm going to enjoy this,' he said cracking his knuckles. Connor glanced behind him. He saw Becker watching them, who just Gave Connor a confused but worried look.

Connor looked back at Abbey's stepfather. He was right on top of him now. 'What do you mean sw- ?' He didn't have enough time to finish his sentence before he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and flung on the floor.

'Connor!' shouted Becker from across the room.

'Shut it.' The man growled not taking his eyes of Connor. 'or you'll be next'. Becker didn't say another word. Connor hit his forehead hard; he felt a hot liquid mix into the dry blood in his hair. He just had time to turn onto his back before he got another blow to the head. He was knocked to the ground once more. Connor heard an evil laugh and the guy's voice tell two more men to come and help him. Connor was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and thrust up right. Two men held Connor's arms so he couldn't escape. The bald man scrunched up his fist and punched him hard in the stomach. Connor doubled over, winded, gasping for air. He felt a sharp pain on the top of his head as someone pulled his head up by his hair. He looked up into the evil mans eyes and saw glee and pleasure. He opened his mouth to speak but got another punch in the face. This didn't seem like enough for this guy because he kicked Connor hard, in the leg. Connor screamed as the pain erupted from his broken shin. The men supporting him looked up at there boss, who shook his head.

'Look at me boy,' he sneered. Connor couldn't, the pain was too much for him. 'Did you here me boy'. He grabbed the back of the poor young man's head and forced him to look. Connor's eyes started to water with the pain. 'Does it hurt?' The man whispered gleefully. He couldn't seem to get enough of Connor's pain, because when he said it he slapped the side of his victim's face. Connor moaned when the fist contacted with the side of his face. The sound seemed to satisfy the man because he left a limp Connor in the other two men's arms.

Connor screamed in agony as a knife was shoved through the flesh at his side. He fell to the cold floor sore and bloody. He heard slow running footsteps coming towards him, but he couldn't turn to see who it was. Someone dropped down beside him sobbing. Abbey. He felt warm hands on the side of his face. They weren't rough and hard like her stepfather, but small soft and gentle. Connor could feel tear drops fall onto his face.

'Don't give up on me now'. She sobbed. 'Don't leave us hear Conn'. He could feel the sadness in her voice. He tried to answer but no words came out, instead he coughed up blood. The last thing Connor remembered was Abbey lifting his head into her lap, before the darkness took him.

A/N To anyone who thinks I don't like Connor your wrong. I love the computer whiz to bits. I just got bored of being nice to him.

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