She had a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach all day long, ever since Ed and Greg came to see her that morning. She felt like she was going to lose everything she had worked so hard for. She took a quick break, walking into her sleeping quarters she sent Spike a quick text.
Stop by later tonight, I really need to talk to you!
He responded a few minutes later, it brought a tear to her eye because she envision the concern in his eyes.
Everything okay? I'll be by around 2100.
She wasn't able to respond because she had a serious of patients come in, that needed her immediate attention. She got back to him, three hours later.
2100 sounds perfect, I just need to see your face.
She walked into an exam room, a sixteen year old boy sat on the table, she walked in and greeted him.
"Hello Nikolas, I'm Dr. Turner. I understand that you cut your hand?" He was the spitting image of her step-father, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she looked at the name on the chart.
He held up his hand to show her, it was wrapped in a towel. "Yes, doctor. I was helping cut some trees, and the saw slipped."
She saw the man sitting in the corner he looked familiar but she couldn't place him, it was the eyes and his smile. "Are you his father?"
"Yes, I'm Peter Lewis."
"Nice to meet you."
She was panicking inside, she couldn't show it on the outside, she recognized his voice. It was Lucia her step-father's body guard, one of the men that protected and trained her when she was growing up. She cleaned up the wound, noting it was going to need stitches.
"Nikolas, is going to need stitches, let me get the nurse. I'll be right back." She smiled at both them, before leaving the room. She had to control her breathing or she would never be able to go back into the exam room.
She had Peggy get a suture kit and follow her into the exam room, she stitched his hand up, gave him instructions, and sent them on their way. Never showing any emotion, that she recognized either one of them. She had to get out of there, and get out of there fast, she didn't know if she could wait until six in the morning. She walked back into her room, she left JT a voice message to call her immediately.
She looked at her watch, it was 1600 hours, Spike was almost done with his shift, which means so was Ed and Greg. She wondered if their prying had anything with her past showing up in her ER.
XXX
"It's her Viktor!"
"We found her on our first try Luica?"
"Tatianna, is Dr. Kendall Turner."
"Did she recognize you?"
"If she did, she didn't show it. She held true to her up bringing and training."
"When can we get her?"
"I overheard the nurses taking, she leaves at six am."
"Take Luka with you in the morning, it's time we brought her home."
XXX
She had planned her escape for awhile, she'd been saving money since her mother's death. She had planned on waiting until she was finished with high school, but finding the information on Viktor's desk had expedited her plans two years ahead. She couldn't stay in his house knowing what he had done, and what he had plans to do. She threw the empty alcohol bottles around her room. She grabbed her money, bag, and other things she needed and ran for the convertible that was her 16th birthday present.
She took off for the lake, she stashed her stuff in the bushes, found a log and bashed in the windshield on the drivers side, she floored the gas pedal slamming on the brake leaving skid marks and fish tailing all over the road. She let her car skid into the water, unbuckling her seatbelt as the car hit the water. She let the car start to sink, before she swam to the safety of the shore.
She dragged herself up the hill to her bags, she went into the bathroom and changed into the disguise she had packed. She took off for the nearest bust terminal and bought a ticket for Canada, leaving Florida behind her.
She woke up feeling hands on her arms, she thought Luica had come back to grab her and take her. She started to struggle, fighting against the hands and arms trying to hold her.
"Sweetheart, it's me Spike. Open your eyes and look at me!"
Her eyes popped open, she was starring into his concerned brown ones. She threw her arms around him. "I'm sorry, I had a nightmare!"
"I gather that!" She closed her eyes trying to reign in her emotions, and gain her control back. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Not right now."
XXX
Ed and Greg looked over the files that they had on Viktor Stivos, and Tatianna Grace Martin. They sat back, staring at each other, trying to process what they'd read.
"No, wonder she was angry with us." Gregg said.
"Do you think she's told Spike?"
"She can't tell anyone and stay safe."
"Let's reach out to her, offer her protection, if she needs it."
XXX
She was anxious to go home, she was drained, physically and emotionally. Spike was going to come over later that morning, she was going to tell him everything, if he decided to walk away, better now then before she got too deep into the relationship. She walked outside the ER, towards her car, two figures dressed in dark clothing was milling around. Her defenses went up, she looked around to see if anyone was in the garage, no one was in sight.
She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone, she dialed 911 as she approached her car. The figures approached her, she dropped her bag to the ground, getting into a defensive pose. She called out her name, and location, she started fighting off the men. She recognized the fighting styles, she knew it was Lucia and Luka, she was fighting with all her might. Two on one was a little unfair, especially since she had worked the past twenty-four hours.
She could hear the sirens in the distance, she hoped she could fend them off until they got to her, she was getting tired. The first black SUV pulled into the parking lot, she was being dragged to a van by Luica. She was clawing at his hands to try to make him let go.
"Freeze SRU!"
She was dropped on the ground, the two men jumped in the van, peeling out of the garage. She lay on the ground, trying to gather her wits, she looked up and say Ed standing over her.
"Doc, you okay?"
"No, that was my past trying to drag me back."
He helped her sit up, looking her over, he saw she took quiet a beating before they arrived. "I'm calling Spike."
"No, I'm going home to get cleaned up."
She picked up her belongings walking to her car, Greg chased her down. "Kendall, let us help you."
"There is no helping me, this is my fight."
She got in her car, peeling out of the garage, not slowing down until she got home, she pulled into the drive. Spike was waiting for her, when she got there. He was opening her car door as soon as her car was stopped.
"Ed, called me." He looked at her bruised face. "Why didn't you let me come get you?"
"We need to get inside."
She dragged him inside the house, locking the door, drawing the blinds. He pulled her into his arms. "What the hell is going on Kendall?"
"I have a confession to make. My real name is Tatianna Grace Martin, I'm the step-daughter of Viktor Stivos."
She walked over to a wall safe, and pulled out a file, dropping it on his lap, she went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, it was going to be a long day.
XXX
She had curled up in a chair, while he read the thick file, she had fallen asleep. He gently shook her awake, she opened her eyes, looking up at him. He picked her up out of the chair, holding her close to him.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Because Tatianna. died when she was sixteen. That's when Kendall was born...I thought I was safe. Then all hell broke lose yesterday and this morning."
"What happened yesterday?"
"One of my patients was Viktor's son, he was brought in by one of the men that tried to grab me this morning. Luica Petsky, he's the one that taught me how to fight, and throw a knife, his brother Luka taught me how to shoot any gun, and hit my target at any distance."
"You didn't think to call anyone that they were in the ER?"
"There's no one to call, if I called Agent Hogenmiller, I would have been gone without a goodbye."
"At least you'd be safe!"
"I'm not leaving Spike, I'm staying.'
"Kendall, please!"
She leaned in to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. "It will be fine."
"If anything happens to you..."
"I was trained by the best Russian hitmen, I can take care of myself. I've got some skills Scarlatti! No worries!"
She smiled at him, trying to reassure him, it was all going to be okay. He pulled her close to him, kissing her. His phone started ringing, he answered it, Greg was calling him. She was being put into protective custody effective immediately, no arguments.
