Alright guys, here's the next one. It's super sad and you'll learn a little more about Ian and his background =] I tried to make it as believable as possible so yeah... =]
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As the bullet made contact with Alex's chest, John heard screaming, heart broken screaming. And it wasn't until he heard his throat become hoarse did he realize it was himself.
And as Alex's body crumpled to the ground, a sudden anger started bubbling inside of John. Anger, comparing to that which he had felt when he saw that agent trying to shoot Ian, rose inside of him. And as the blind rage took him over, without even thinking, John whipped out James's gun and emptied 12 shots. Four on each of the agents and two on the dogs. He watched as the men fell, instantly dead.
Then watched as Ian and Helen rushed over to the body at his feet, crouching in front of it. And then collapsed on his knees as well.
He gathered Alex in his arms and looked down at his blood stained face. "Hey, hang in there alright…we'll get you some medical attention…"
"Bullshit" Alex chuckled hoarsely "I'm done for."
"Don't say-"
"Shut up and let me finish my dramatic goodbye speech before I die, god dammit" Alex gave John a mock irritated look that successfully shut him up. "Listen, take care of the crazy gossiping old lady for me, will you?" he said looking over to Helen. And upon seeing her tear filled eyes, he shook his head and smiled at her. The same smile John saw in that picture with James.
It made even Helen smile a little through her tears.
"And you" he looked at Ian "Be good. I can just tell you're a rebel. You look it."
Ian gave a dry laugh "Heh, I get that a lot."
"Right…" Alex coughed. "I'm glad you came here" he looked up to John "A few more days and I would have adopted you two. Especially you young man" he pointed weakly to Ian "You need a father…as much as I need a son."
"Yeah…" Ian whispered, unable to look Alex in the eyes.
"I needed this…" Alex looked back up to John "Thank you for helping me, James, thank you my son…"
John closed his eyes tight. He wasn't sure if Alex had meant to call him James, or if he had simply mistaken the name. Either way, his words were a bit too much for him to take. It was like the goodbye he never got to have with his own father. But when John re-opened his eyes, he found Alex's closed.
"Alex?" he called softly. "Hey, Alex, come on…"
No reply.
"Alex?" John's voice wavered the slightest bit. "Alex…come on…"
"John…" Ian said softly, managing to shake his head.
A chill suddenly ran up John's spine, reality hitting him like a thousand bricks. He held the limp body in his arms closer, newfound blood staining his clothes-James's clothes.
He looked up and saw Ian, holding a weeping Helen, whispering something or other into her ear. He looked back to Alex's oddly relaxed face and decided what he needed to do. He stood up, placing Alex's body gently in front of him.
Ian and Helen's eyes followed him. Ian slowly released the elder and stood up as well. But John simply strode away from him, heading towards the broken down door.
"Where are you going?" Ian called after him.
"To find our chopper" John replied simply "I'll bring them over here, we'll bring Helen back with us, give Alex a proper funeral and get you proper medical attention."
Ian nodded slowly.
"Here" John said pulling his sub-machine gun out from his boot and throwing it over to Ian, who caught it perfectly.
"And you?" Ian asked pulling an identical weapon from his boot.
"…I've got something" was all John said almost coldly before he walked out the door.
Ian turned around and headed back to Helen. He tucked the guns into his belt before sitting down cross legged in front of her, purposely blocking her view of Alex's body. Helen tried to look around him but he stopped her "Don't look. Talk to me. My brother told me once that talking helps to keep your mind off the pain. Of course that was when I had a bullet in my shoulder, but I'm sure it applies for mental pain as well…"
"Ian, how old are you?" Helen asked furrowing her brows.
"18, though I feel about a million years older, why?" Ian replied.
"It's just that, here you are, protecting me with two dangerous weapons which I'm assuming you are fully trained in using and have used to kill before" Helen said shaking her head "I mean…normal teenagers your age…they learn to drive, test out a gun, go drinking for the first time…go wild…"
"I learned to drive when I was 16, dad made sure I knew how to shoot a gun by the time I was 14-it was a part of the whole 'let's train Ian for MI6 and pass it off as regular hobbies and activities because he's the son we're going to leave completely unaware of the fact that his entire family is a part of it until he's 16 years old and forced to learn about it due to the untimely death of his parents' act" Ian took a breath "John and I have been going out for drinks for ages, and I have been going a bit wild with the entire killing spree deal. Believe me, it's not as fun as it looks" Ian said bitterly.
"You've grown up too fast" Helen stated.
Ian snorted "You're telling me?"
The two fell into a comfortable silence. But after a while, Ian blankly stated "My parent's died two years back…"
"I know…John told me" Helen nodded softly.
"John's all I have really" Ian sighed "Dad has two brothers. He's got a half brother-Terry" he choked a bit on the name "he's…well…he's…dad's full brother too, but uncle Ryan doesn't visit much. Last time I saw him was at Mum and Dad's memorial service…he's just bummed granddad left all the inheritance to Dad and what not…"
"And what about your father?"
"Dad left everything to John. Except a little pocket watch. He left that to me" Ian said fingering something in his pocket "I keep it with me all the time…it's kind of a habit now..." After a bit of thinking he pulled out the small dulling gold pocket watch, running his thumb over the engraved writing over the top: Infragilis Vinculum
"He left everything else to John. The car, the house, 2.5 million pounds in the bank, all to him" Ian said bitterly.
"Well I'm sure John, having a family, it all a little more, don't you think?" Helen replied.
"It's not the things he left. He could have left everything to a drunk for all I care" Ian growled "It's the fact that he left everything to John. And then left me this little thing-the fact that he left me clinging desperately to the last bit of his memory-this little thing-" Ian broke off as a small tremor filled him up and he bit his lip both in anger and sadness.
"Infragilis Vinculum, The Unbreakable Bond" Helen murmured "The unbreakable bond of a father and a son…"
"Unbreakable Bond my ass" Ian growled angrily "I remember-" Ian's voice shook again "I remember the exact last words he said to me. He said 'Ian, don't make me have to hear from John. If I hear you did the smallest thing wrong I'm signing you up. I've had enough" he paused as his voice cracked "The last thing my dad ever said to me. I've had enough."
"What was he going to sign you up for?" Helen asked curiously.
"Military camp."
Helen's mouth fell open the smallest bit.
"That's how my dad ended it. With a bloody fucking threat" Ian pulled his vest on tighter and curled his legs close to his body.
"Well, Alex ended it by telling Scott he wasn't our son anymore" Helen said quietly.
Ian remained silent for a moment "I suddenly appreciate my dad a little more now…I mean his threats were enough to crush me. If he said something like that to me…god knows what I'd do…"
"Run away probably. That's what Scott did" Helen stated.
"I really miss my dad sometimes…" Ian admitted "I hated that man and yet after he was gone…it wasn't the same…"
"I'm sure that's how Scott feels today too. Wherever he is…"
"My best friend Tobey is the pilot of our chopper" Ian stated randomly "He's the one that flew me and John here. He's been waiting for us in our chopper since, too. He's a great guy. I've known him since…forever. He's my dad's best friend's son so…"
"Tobey's got everything" Ian sighed "He's my age, and the only reason he's in MI6 is because he wants to be. He has to be the only person in MI6 that is there because he wants to be, and not because he was left with no other option. His dad, Thomas Evans is an agent too. They work together all the time, father and son. They get along very well. People mistake them for brothers sometimes" Ian gave an emotionless chuckle "Tommy's a great guy too. He's our godfather, me and John. He helped us a lot after mum and dad died. He's just such a good person…"
"And Tobey?"
"Tobey's amazing too. He's practically my brother now and he stays over every other day. John and Helen love having him over. I stay over at the Evans mansion all the time too. And Tobey sees the look in my eyes when Tom gives him a hug or laughs with him about an inside joke. I think that's why Tom and Alaina-that's Tobey's mum-treat me like their own son. It really makes me happy…"
"That's good"
"You'll see Tobey when John brings the chopper over. I think you'll like him. He can make anyone laugh, even at the worst of times, trust me, you'll see what I mean."
"I'm sure I will" Helen smiled a little.
Silence over came the two once again. And just like the previous times Ian broke it "You remind me of my mum…a lot"
"John told me something similar before" Helen said.
"My mum was very beautiful" Ian sighed "I loved her so much. She was always there for me…except for one thing…whenever dad used to say something she'd immediately side with him. Never ask how I felt about it-never even think about how I felt…" Ian looked away "But I guess that's all parents."
"And we never seem to realize it before it's too late" Helen nodded "But you children are no walk in the park either."
"We do that on purpose. We crave attention. And when all else fails we get ourselves in trouble-nothing works better because for some reason you parents look more at our mistakes than at our accomplishments…"
"Pride, dear, pride. We all have it and hate to se it aside" Helen said softly.
"Mum always used to say Dad and I were very much alike" Ian said with the same blank tone "Said I looked just like him too when he was my age. She told me that we were alike personality wise as well. That we both had a pride the size of the sun and that we were both a little socially awkward and quiet. And…that we both loved each other beyond word's extent. She said Dad was waiting for me to say it, and I was waiting for him to say it. And in the end neither of us said it…"
"Lack of communication" Helen shook her head "It's the problem everywhere with everyone. If people would just set their pride aside and talk. Just talk…"
"Everything would be alright" Ian finished in a whisper, his eyes a glazed and watery.
Suddenly the unmistakable whirring of a chopper sounded in the distance. Ian slowly stood up, pulling his two guns out of his belt.
"It's John isn't it?" Helen asked furrowing her brows.
"You never know…" Ian muttered as he reloaded both guns and headed for the door. He faintly heard footsteps pounding the grass outside and as if having a second thought, he turned the safety on, on both of his guns. And as the footsteps grew closer and closer, he pointed the guns directly at the door, so if god forbid it was unwanted company he would be able to take them out instantly.
But as the footsteps came to a halt and a figure came into view, Ian saw the brown haired blue eyed form of Tobey Evans. And thank the heavens for the safety he didn't blow his best friend's brains out. Ian's shoulders immediately slacked and he lowered the guns "Holy shit, Tob. I almost fucking killed you and got it over with there" he muttered before tucking the guns into his belt and pulling his friend into an embrace. After all that'd happened he decided he relay needed it. And Tobey decided not to interrupt or ask. Just help.
Once Ian released him, Tobey gave him a concerned look "Alright?"
"Yeah…kinda" Ian replied.
"Good" and with that Tobey took a step back, looked outside and yelled "Clear!"
Less than a second passed before about a dozen agents ran in, some securing the area, other dealing with the bloodied bodies of those that John shot dead. Following them were two more agents with a large white stretcher and finally John came in after them.
He shot Ian a glance before going straight to Helen. He spoke a few words to her-Ian couldn't hear what exactly-then helped her stand, and with and arm around her, walked her over to where Ian and Tobey stood.
"Would you mind escorting her back to the chopper?" John requested though his tone said it was more of an order than a request.
"Of course not" Tobey nodded and as John removed his arm, Tobey replaced it.
"This Tobey" Ian said pointing to his best friend. "Tobey, Helen."
"John's told me all about you" Tobey smiled at her, knowing she needed nothing more than a little bit of light through what John told him had just happened.
"And Ian's told me all about you" Helen tried to reply with her own smile.
"I feel honored" Tobey glanced at his friend before turning back to Helen "Let's get back to the chopper and I'll tell you all about these crazy people I call god-brothers."
Helen nodded and together she and Tobey left the house.
"I told you Tob. was the perfect person to bring along" Ian looked up at John.
"And I agreed, which is why he's here" John replied "Now come with me, we'll run a check through the house, Helen told me to grab anything that looked important; she didn't want to go through the house herself. And we have to...collect a few things from the basement."
"Yes, sir" Ian nodded following his brother out of the living room, forcing himself to keep his eyes off the men lifting Alex's body onto the stretcher.
Well, I hope you guys liked that, I really enjoyed writing it. But you guys know me, I'm a sucker for mush XD
Anywho this really is one of my favorite chapters and I would love to see a few detailed reviews =]
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