Disclaimer; I don't own The Impossibles or Big D, Hanna Barbera does. I don't own many of the original characters mentioned in this and other chapters of this story, such as Prince Ali his father the Sultan or his Sister the Princess Sandrina as well as the Impossibles regular Identities, personality traits and some of the locations in this chapter such as the Kingdom of Khakistan or the SSHQ and specific agents like Skittles/Impossi-Pup. This story is a sequel to the brilliant story called "Arabian Nightmare", (Recommended Reading) These are the brilliant creations of my good friend, Fan Fiction writer and artist, Erin T. Aardvark. I want to thank her for letting me borrow them.
I would, as always like to thank my good friend, mentor and a great FF writer in her own right, Irual, for all her time, effort and help in polishing up these chapters and geting them ready to post.
I have some main and subordinate characters I invented for this story, as well as locations in and around Khakistan and other locations. Many of my chapters do include spoilers from Erin's original story.
So sit back, relax, read and review this new chapter please, As the Adventure continues...
Chapter 6. Impossibles Emergency
Skittles, Multi's little white and brown spotted puppy, was fitfully snoozing on the bed. She had settled in on top of the covers next to Multi, to protect and keep him company, when she suddenly had the sense that trouble was looming nearby.
Skittles had a kind of a sixth sense for detecting trouble, she almost always, seemed to know ahead of time, about these things.
After what her young red-haired master had gone through, Skittles was on edge and even though she might have looked relaxed to someone who didn't know her, the pup was ever vigilant and on the alert, especially with that evil woman still on the loose.
Her super sensitive hearing suddenly detected an unusual squeaky metallic sound, her brown ears were at once alert, like two small satellite dishes, homing in on the sound.
As she opened her eyes and raised her head to look around, her keen eyesight caught a glint of light reflecting off of something that didn't belong where it was.
What Skittles saw was light reflecting off the barrel of the small shiny metal gun, Princess Sandrina had poked thru the peephole in the eyes of the big painting hanging on the wall, to the left of the bed Multi and his puppy were in.
Having had a few guns pointed in her proximity on several occasions, Skittles recognized what the object was immediately.
She was on her feet quickly and barked to sound the alarm and was doing her pointing (Poing) thing.
Multi woke up with a start, sitting up so quickly it resulted in a sharp pain, which caused his head to ache, as the ice bag slipped off his forehead.
He looked in the direction Skittles was pointing, his bleary eyes widening in terror, as he spotted the gun barrel and the hand holding it with a finger tightening on the trigger. Despite his temporary physical problems, his experience as a teen super hero caused him to try and assess the threat.
Following the gun barrel's line of sight and looking in the direction it was pointing, he realized with a shudder that it was pointed at his friends.
"LOOK OUT!" he shouted as loudly as he could even though his head was throbbing.
Just as he turned to look in the direction of the gun again, he saw a puff of grayish smoke, followed by something speeding out of the barrel.
He turned back to his friends just as the speeding object was about to find its mark.
Hearing Multi's shout had caused the others to turn around…
From Multi's fevered view of the scene, it seemed as though things were happening in slow motion for a moment, he saw Fluey and FG staring in surprised horror as Coiley was hit, he stumbled back, up against the back of the couch and then he slid down the back of the couch collapsing to the floor.
"Noooooooooo!" Multi screamed, as time (in his mind) sped back up to normal.
As he was trying to get out of bed to go to Coiley and the others, Skittles had already revved up and taken off in the other direction.
With her super speed, she ran to and the right up the wall, grabbing hold of the hand holding the little gun.
On the other side of the wall, Sandrina shrieked in pain, as she suddenly felt the puppy's sharp teeth sink in.
She let go of the gun, trying to get her hand back through the peephole.
Seeing the weapon fall, Skittles released Sandrina's hand, landing back onto the floor, she quickly picked up the dart gun, taking it over to Multi, who being dizzy because of his head injury, was sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, having collapsed right after he stood up.
As he was taking the gun from Skittles, Fluey and FG were crawling on the floor out from behind the couch, where they had ducked down after seeing Coiley collapse…
Fluey called out to his blonde band mate, who was now lying flat on his back on the floor, "Coiley…..Coiley? COIL-EY!"
Still on her hands and knees, FG was making her way over to where Multi was, to check on the red haired Impossible, seeing him sitting on the floor by the bed.
After she reached Multi, she helped him to his feet and then to sit on the bed.
Fluey meanwhile was by Coiley's side, checking his pulse and then checking Coiley for a wound of some kind to explain the blonde Impossible's present unconscious state.
He soon discovered a small dart imbedded in Coiley's left shoulder and as he started to reach for it to pull it out, a voice from the door to their room stopped him.
"NO! Do not touch it!"
Startled by the sudden warning, Fluey looked up after pulling his hand away from his friends shoulder.
It was the dark haired, bronzed skin, burly bodyguard Rashid, Azeem had assigned the seasoned warrior to them, after the earlier incident, who, upon hearing Multi yell, had burst into the room, sword at the ready to defend his charges from what ever danger had arisen, along with two other royal guards.
He grabbed a cloth covering, from the arm of the couch and kneeling by the stricken teen, with a remarkably delicate touch he carefully extracted the hypo-dart from Coiley's shoulder.
Looking the dart over he noticed it still had a small amount of liquid in it.
"What…What is it?" Fluey asked nervously, afraid of the answer.
"It is a hypodermic dart from an air pistol, I do not know what potion it contains, but we must get your young friend to the hospital immediately!" Rashid replied.
"AND the sooner we get this dart to the experts, the sooner they will know how to help him! Amal…..(he shouted to one of the younger guards standing just inside the door) assist the young man over there, (he directed pointing to Multi, as he lifted Coiley into his arms)…Come with me. (He said to Fluey) Akbar….(he called to the other guard) inform His Highness, what has happened."
"Yes Sir!" they both answered at the same time, one heading over toward where Multi and FG were and the other disappearing back down the hallway toward the throne room.
As Rashid was entering the room, Sandrina was standing there in the secret passageway, cradling her injured hand.
Blood from the teeth marks where Skittles had bitten her, was soaking through the crude bandage wrapping, she had made from her sleeve.
She had quickly shut the peephole of the portrait and was standing with her ear to the wall.
As she was listening carefully to the talk coming through from the other side, she realized from what was said, that she had missed her main target.
'But, (she thought) I did succeed, in striking down one of those accursed Impossibles, cutting my enemies down to three, well four, if you counted that barbaric little dog of theirs.'
Then her attention was drawn to Multi's voice, as he was telling the guard assisting him, about where the gun had come from as he handed it over.
Sandrina listened intently as the guard Amal, then told his superior officer, who told him to get some help to tear into that wall after he was finished helping Multi.
After hearing that, she fled quickly up the small passageway, back to the second floor and into her hiding place, in shear panic, knowing the fate that would most assuredly await her, if she were discovered.
She just barely got inside and closed the sliding wall door, before she heard the sound of running feet.
It was one of the guards, Akbar, who was coming to let Prince Ali know about what had just happened.
At the same time back in the Impossibles room, Rashid was heading for the door with Fluey in tow.
Followed soon after by FG and Skittles who accompanied the other guard Amal, who had picked up and was now carrying Multi, (who was protesting that he could walk) out the door.
As they reached the throne room, the other guard Akbar and Prince Ali joined them.
The Impossi-Jet was the fastest way to get to the hospital, so Multi and Coiley, were carefully loaded into the back seat, with FG, Rashid and Skittles climbing into the middle section, the pup was seated on FG's lap.
Fluey and Ali were in the front with Fluey behind the wheel.
Rashid instructed Akbar, to come with them to the hospital to be available to guard the Impossibles car.
To fit the extra guard in, FG transformed into her Fluid Girl persona then converting half way she spirted up and out into the atmosphere Shouting back to Fluey that she would meet them at the Hospital.
Waving to his cousin and Firing up the motor, Fluey switched to Impossi-jet and engaging the rockets then turned the autopilot on, (only because Fluey, who wasn't that great a driver under normal circumstances, REALLY didn't trust himself to handle the driving alone at this point, especially in his present state of mind) the big reddish-orange jet took off into the air. Two of it's passengers were still discussing the amazing and shocking, (for them anyway) trick the dark haired girl had just performed, as they watched her flying ahead of them.
A call was put in to the hospital using the Impossi-jet's onboard radio communicator, to inform them the teens were on their way and to expect and set up for another emergency.
It was a short flight to the hospital, but it seemed longer to Fluey, FG and Ali, who were worried sick about their friends.
Finally, the Impossi-jet arrived and landing at the emergency entrance, FG had already landed and had transformed back into her regular self.
They were met by the hospital personnel, who quickly and carefully transferred the two injured Impossibles, from the Impossi-jet to separate gurneys and rushed them inside.
Ali, FG and Rashid immediately followed in after them, with Akbar staying near the Impossi-jet to keep a weary eye on it.
Poor skittles had to stay behind in the Impossi-jet, as animals weren't allowed in the hospital.
Before following the others, Fluey tried to calm the pup, who was as worried about "her boys" as the others were.
"You have to stay and guard the Impossi-jet Skittles. And don't worry girl, Multi and Coiley will be alright!" Fluey said to the whining pup, sounding more confident then he felt at the moment, after seeing how deathly pale Coiley and Multi were looking, as they were wheeled into the hospital through the emergency doors.
Skittles wasn't happy about being left outside, but despite that, she knew her duty and saluted back to Fluey, planting herself in the front seat of the jet.
Fluey hurried in to join his cousin, Prince Ali and the royal guard Rashid, who were now in the waiting room, near the emergency examination room.
FG was up at the check-in and filling out two separate information sheets, checking Multi and Coiley in, (using their real names of course) she was filling in as much as she knew about the boys and with Fluey's help managed to fill in most of the standard questions on the papers, which the nurse then took into the emergency room to give to the Doctor.
Rashid had delivered the hypo-dart to the Doctor in charge, as soon as they had reached the emergency room doors, who in turn gave it to an assistant who took it to the lab for analysis.
As they were waiting for any information on their friends, FG was sitting fidgeting, worried to the point of exhaustion, about the boys AND what was happening behind the emergency room doors.
While Fluey, who was nervously pacing the floor up and down used his wristwatch communicator, which had an unlimited range built into it, to get in contact with Big D.
It was a direct line to the chief's office desk receiver, back at SSHQ, he needed to let Big D know what was happening.
"Impossibles calling, Agent Fluidman checking in Chief, (Fluey said making sure he was where no one could hear) we've had an emergency here…"
"Has something happened to the Prince?" Big D inquired.
"No Sir, It's….Well it's Coiley, he's just been shot, and Multi was attacked earlier. We're at the hospital and the doctors are with Coiley and Muti right now. I know we should have called you earlier Sir, but things were happening so fast and we didn't know that Multi's injuries were as serious as they turned out to be." Fluey said.
"How are Agents Multiman and Coilman? What was it Agent Coil was shot with?" Big D responded.
"We're not sure about Coiley's condition at the moment, but it was a dart gun. We don't know yet what the hypo-dart that hit Coiley had in it Chief, but what ever it is, it knocked him out cold. They took it to the lab here, to analyze the liquid it had left in it. Multi probably has a concussion from being hit, the way he reacted and from what the doctor at the palace said. When skittles rescued him from Sandrina's men she accidentally bruised his ribs, then seeing Coiley shot,….probably by Sandrina, I wouldn't put it past her to try something like this….Well,…It all caught up with him and he collapsed." Fluey answered.
"Has Prince Ali's sister been captured?" Big D asked even though he already suspected the answer.
"No Sir….but the palace guards are renewing the effort to track her down. Multi told one of the guards about the part of wall she had to have been hiding behind, when Coiley was attacked, the palace guard have orders to tear through the wall to trace where the passage, that has to be behind the portrait with the peephole she pointed the dart gun through, goes. They'll find her Chief….I'll keep you updated as we find out more."
"Very well Agent Fluid, carry on, Big D out."
The signal shut down and even though it was controlled, Fluey could tell that the Chief was very worried about the two teenagers, by the tone in his voice.
Deactivating his wrist watch communicator, Fluey had sat down on a chair but immediately stood up again, as did the others, when the doors to the emergency examining room opened, to reveal a doctor with brownish black hair and tan skin, wearing the standard dark suit, white coat, a pair of glasses and carrying a clipboard, walked over to them.
Approaching Prince Ali first, as the other two teens stood back waiting nervously.
"Your Highness…" he bowed respectfully, ( recognizing the prince, from the way he was dressed ) acknowledging Ali and then turned to Fluey and FG.
"Franklin McAlister?" (FG wasn't at all fond of her real name, she hated to reveal it, wanting as few peoples as possible to know what it really was, let alone sign it to anything, unless she absolutely had to, so Fluey had signed the bottom of the check-in papers using his real name) he said looking at Fluey, who nodded.
The doctor hesitated a moment marveling at the striking resemblance between the Prince and this other dark haired teen, then continued.
"I am Dr. Kazen, I am in charge of the care and treatment, for both of your friends, as well as being on the team which is caring for His highness's father."
Turning to Ali, he said, "Your father is still hanging on at last report. Allah is still smiling upon his Majesty. I will be on my way back to his room, after I finish here, we will keep you informed."
"Thank you doctor…" The prince answered relieved to find that there might still be a chance for his father.
"Now as to your friends. (the doctor said looking back at Fluey and FG) The one named Mark Mills, is suffering a concussion caused by the blow to his right temple and also has bruised ribs, we are going to keep him here for observation for the next two days, to make sure his condition does not worsen. The other one, Calvin Collins, is presently in a coma-like state, due to the injection of the liquid from the hypo-dart he was injected with. We have started Ivs with a diluted saline solution, to try and flush out his system, even though the report from the lab is not expected to come back for a while, to tell us exactly what was in the dart. But as soon as we know what it is we are dealing with, we can find a more proper treatment to help him."
"Can we….see our friends?" FG asked rather hesitantly.
"Yes, after we get them settled into a room and that shouldn't take too long. A nurse will let you know as soon as possible."
He then went back through the emergency room doors, leaving the teens to sit and wait.
Fluey had decided after ten minutes, to go check on Skittles. He couldn't stand just sitting and waiting for something to happen.
As soon as he reached the Impossi-jet, he found a very lonely, unhappy puppy.
Opening the door he picked up Skittles to comfort her, while sliding into the front seat behind the controls of the Impossi-Jet.
Fluey set her down beside him and started up the engine then converted back to Impossi-mobile.
Not knowing how long they would be at the hospital, he didn't think they should keep it in jet mode and he then re-parked under a shade tree incase they were still at the hospital by sunrise.
Akbar then stationed himself near to the car and spoke up, "Pardon me young sir…."
"Call me Franky, (Fluey thought that the guards formality when no superiors were around was unnecsessary, when the guard couldn't have been much older than Fluey himself.) then, seeing Akbar's reaction, he sighed and said, "Yes, what is it?"
Akbar cleared his throat and said, "Because of your resemblance to the His Highness, it wouldn't be wise to stay out in the open. For security and safety reasons, perhaps you should return to the hospital."
Fluey knew that the young guard was just concerned with all that was going on, he smiled looking up at Akbar, "Don't worry, I can handle anything that might happen, but if it makes you feel better, I'm just going feed Skittles and then go right back into see my friends."
He got another curious look from Akbar, (Fluey realized that this guard wasn't aware of his duo identity as a super hero) but his statement seemed to be adequate for the guard to resume his station, watching over the car.
Fluey pet Skittles and gave her some treats from the supplies Multi had packed into a side panel in the center section of the Impossi-jet, then filled a bowl from a water bottle putting it on the baseboard of the middle seat.
After giving Skittles a few more pats and a tummy rub, he then left to go back into the hospital.
Arriving back to the Emergency waiting room, he found it empty.
Walking over to the check in, he asked the receptionist where the Prince and his cousin had gone and was told they went with a nurse to the room Multi and Coiley were now settled in.
After getting the room number, Fluey proceeded down the hall to an elevator and up to the second floor then down another hall to room number 211, Rashid was on guard at the door and opened it.
Poking his head in Fluey spotted FG, who was sitting by Coiley's bedside, gently holding the blonde haired Impossibles hand.
Coiley's right arm had an IV in it and he also had a heart monitor on his chest and an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
Seeing his band mate that way made Fluey very nervous which must have translated to the look on his face.
Hearing the door open FG looked up, seeing her cousin looking in said quietly, "Common in Franky, it's not as bad as it looks."
Setting down Coiley's hand carefully onto his chest, FG stood up and came over to open the door, wider for Fluey to step in to the room.
She then continued, "The doctor says that Calvin is stable for now, but they still need to find out exactly what he was injected with, to get a proper treatment going."
FG was thinking out loud as she sat down again looking over at Coiley's unconscious form, "I know that Sandrina must have done it, what I can't figure out, is why did she shoot Calvin?"
Fluey had been pondering that same question, ever since they had arrived at the hospital.
He knew that Sandrina didn't like any of the heroes for thwarting her plans AND after what nearly happened to Multi, he wondered if she might be trying to wipe out all of the teen crime fighters, before going after her brother, Prince Ali.
"Franky?!"
The urgency in FG's voice, brought Fluey out of his thoughts and back to reality, startled, he turned to find FG starring directly at him…
"Huh,…..What?"
"I said, Why would she shoot at Calvin?" FG repeated, "Unless…."
"Unless….Sandrina was really intending to shoot at Me!" (Fluey suddenly blurted out, as the light bulb went on and he realized what had actually happened) Coiley, (using his team mates super alter ego code name, which everyone in the room was aware of) had moved to stand directly behind me just seconds before he was hit, meaning, he wasn't Sandrina's first target. It makes perfect sense. As much as Princess Psychopath hates the Impossibles as a whole, she hates me most, not only because I look like Ali, but, it was because of me, she was caught and sent to prison last year."
Ali and Multi had been listening to the conversation, hearing Fluey's revelation.
Multi spoke up, "That peephole she pointed that gun through, was pretty small, she probably couldn't see through it that well and aim the gun at the same time, so she didn't know that Coiley was now standing in front of Fluey."
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Prince Ali crossed over and opened it up to reveal Dr. Kazen, "Doctor…" Ali said ushering him in.
The teens looked at the doctor expectantly..
Clearing his throat, Dr. Kazen began his report after reading from the clipboard he had in his hand. "We have just now gotten results, from the hypodermic dart and the tests taken from your friend Calvin Collins, (he said) The liquid in the dart was a derivative of *curare, a poisonous drug used to kill or paralyze its victims, depending on the amount used in the compound.* Young Collins was lucky. {In the amount used, it caused deep unconsciousness, due to his body type and the fact that not all of the compound went into his system. In a person such as yourself, (he said looking at Fluey) or your friend Mark, the result of being injected with it, would have been a sleep you would not have woken up from, most assuredly fatal. We can work to rid your friend of the effects, now that we know what it is we are dealing with. He should be up and around in four to five days."}
"Thanks Doctor." Fluey said somewhat relived that both Coiley and Multi would be alright, while at the same time appalled at Sandrina's continued ruthlessness.
FG let out the breath she had apparently been holding, since the doctor started to explain about Coiley's condition.
"You are welcome, (Dr. Kazen said and turned to Prince Ali) "Your Majesty, could we speak privately for a moment?"
"Of course, doctor." Ali responded, giving the doctor a strange look as they stepped out of the room…
Fluey was immediately on his communicator watch, calling SSHQ, to let the Chief know about the current developments and to tell Big D to let Coiley's and Multi's family's know that they were going to be alright.
Just as he closed out the signal again a few minutes later, he and the others noticed, the somber look Ali had, as he re-entered the room, he held a piece of parchment in his hand and as the Prince sat in the chair next to Coiley's bedside FG asked "Your Highness….Is it….about your father?"
Ali stared at the floor and took in a deep breath and his voice shook a bit as he finally spoke, "Yes…My father….my real father….Sultan Khaziah Sayedso, has gone to his final reward…..he has now joined his Queen, the mother I never knew, in the great beyond. I, Ali Alidean Sayedso, am now Sultan in all, but an official sense. I only regret I was not with him, as he breathed his last, to give him a final farewell.
Authors notes; *A true statement I looked up.* {As to the recovery and treatment of someone who is attacked in this manner I am taking liberties with this for the story sake, not wanting a major good guy, out of action too long.}