Secret Weapon
Chapter 24
The Beach Dreamscape
Author's Note:
Lots of action and angst, hold on to your seats.
Really love writing this :P
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"SCMN, Terrorist attempt at US President's soiree to award heroes"
Journalist voiceover: "This is your Emergency News Reporter Agnes Frond speaking: The question now is what are we really facing? Tonight we have witnessed, live, what happened at the President's soiree to award people who have secretly been fighting terrorism in our city and in the world. Malcolm Merlyn, a businessman, whom the President has called 'impacted by" the secret initiative due to a brazen gangster attack that ended in the death of his wife, Rebecca Merlyn, years ago. Also mentioned are Star City socialite and Carson Motors COO Emily Carson, who had to endure the aftermath of the mafia murder of her mother. Emily and Malcolm were now cooperating with multiple agencies, including NCIS, CIA, NSA and FBI that have formed a group effort to stop these attacks. Some of these people, especially Mr Merlyn and Ms Carson, as you can see in this video, have literally thrown themselves in front of the bullets flying towards the leaders of our country and the free world."
"I can't look at this anymore," Sabrina said, turning off the TV. "The public will debate, try to launch their careers on this, while Malcolm and Emily are fighting for their lives. How are they Abbs?"
"Still in surgery, nothing certain. Major injuries to their vital organs. The good news is, the rest have only suffered flesh wounds, are already under minor observation."
"But… Sabrina, these two are touch and go, especially Emily. I'm so sorry, Bri."
"Good news is, on our side, we have the best of the best," Gibbs said. "Meet the doctor and his assistant that have brought me from the brink of death after our clash with 'The Calling' boy in Cairo. He and his genius assistant are going to coordinate on the surgeries done on Emily and Malcolm.
"The best you all can do now is grab your guns again and make sure this facility is not infiltrated by 'Chasey-Cadyen' whateverthefuck their names are, however safe it is supposed to be. Anything suspicious, shoot and ask questions later. Mr Carson, you are with me. Packing a Beretta 92F, am I right?.
"Yes', correct, two of them, actually, Agent Gibbs."
"Then you and I are on the front doors."
"Abby, Ellie? You are inside the operating rooms?"
"Roger, boss."
"Tony, Tim? You know what to do."
"We do. These bastards are not getting anywhere near that operating room," Tony Dinozzo said in a steely tone.
An unknown number kept calling Bri's phone. She put it on speaker. It was Oliver and Sara. "What can we do?" The boy asked, echoed by Sara.
"Help or keep out," Gibbs said swiftly and Bri clicked disconnect.
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Few days later, dreamscape somewhere in Malcolm and Emily's post- operation comas.
Emily was riding on a beach on a white mare, wearing a regal, but not overdone summer dress that flowed in the gentle breeze. She heard the steady rhythm of hooves behind her so she slowed down. It was Malcolm on a black stallion in his basic Resh Al Ghul uniform, sans the overcoat. The Daemon's Head ring sparkled on his finger.
She climbed off her animal, approached and hugged him. They looked out at the ocean. She breathed in the refreshing smell of the sea and Malcolm's familiar scent that spoke of everything safe and desired. Malcolm held her closely, a small sigh escaping him as he buried his face in her hair, kissing it softly. She touched his head and kissed him full on the mouth, then let go reluctantly as she remembered the President's soiree.
"This can't be real. We are dead or near it," she said.
"Seems like it, Emily."
"No, no no, NO!" she screamed, hitting his chest. "It doesn't end like this!"
He looked at her sadly. "Emily it is time we may have to say–"
"What?! Goodbye?! Because what, I might go somewhere else than you after we are really dead, not stay in this transitory place?!"
"Let's face the facts….what I did in my past, it… it qualifies me for–"
"Let's name it, Malcolm: hell? Well, FUCK HELL!" She screamed and it echoed across the ocean, its calm waves suddenly roiling. "If it is hell you're going to and I wake up without you, I will do whatever it takes to end up there with you!"
"But that's the point of hell, Ems. They probably won't let you find me in there anyway."
"I'll MAKE THEM. Whatever bargain hell offers, I'll take it. I'm not leaving you, nor anyone I love NEVER AGAIN!" The waves roiled higher.
"Emily, this is a Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun! No winners."
"You know what Malcolm? Some additional news about me. NO ONE ever put an ultimatum to me and won!"
Things sped up and it was not the doing of Lucifer. It was Emily's unexplained magic.
"Then I will pound my brain full of lead and get you and my loved ones out. And if really there is a God, a higher force that I've believed in all my life, he will be there to protect us, screw the odds, screw my offensive language!"
A fully loaded gun appeared in her hand, and she put it to her head.
"It's them or you," the devil's voice echoed in her mind as he appeared next to Malcolm.
She laughed; "Lucifer, cannot say I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, but in answer to your ultimatum: that is not even a choice," she looked daggers at him before she dragged him close by the napes of his suit, then pulled the trigger and heard the devil's howl of pain, echoing as her own consciousness disappeared.
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"Emily, Emily!" Her father shook her awake. She hugged him immediately. "Dad, is this real, are you alright, is Malcolm okay?!"
"We are alright, you woke from your comas, but you said some weird stuff….'
"Well I was sticking my middle finger to the devil himself, using my witch side."
"Emily, what….?"
"Don't worry, I just showed him what threatens him if he ever comes after us. I made sure we are safe," Emily breathed,not even sure what she had done meant, only that it hurt Lucifer majorly and that they indeed were safe.
John Carson just held her some more. He knew she had supernatural powers, but preferred not to delve into them.
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Sabrina and Abby charged into the room, followed by Tony and Tim, while her father went out to patrol with Gibbs.
They ended up in a group hug, then Emily threw off her blanket and went up to Malcolm's bed.
He was half-awake but his consciousness returned when she held him. He chuckled.
"So you prefer hospital ambience to the thing on the beach we had going on during our coma?"
"I prefer life with you, Malcolm, to whatever dreamscape the devil might have created for us before killing us off eventually. I'm not letting go, ever."
"Neither am I, Emily," Malcolm said as he sat up.
Oliver and Sara stood at a safe distance by the door.
"Well, there is love, even amongst villains," Sara said.
"After doing whatever they did out there, I don't think they can be called it," Oliver smiled.
"Let us hope so, and have some beer to celebrate it."
Author's note: Gosh I wrote it so long ago, now tweaked it and I love it!
That is exactly what I want Malcolm and Emily's love to be!
Larger than life,
Beyond epic,
Bigger than the devil himself,
Close to your soul,
More powerful than anything!
AND DO PLEASE REVIEW!
Love you!