A/N: May the sap be with you. Cause there ain't a lot of it here.

Chapter 12

"AAAAAAAHHH..."

The doctor removed the tongue depressor from Ethan's mouth as he wrote something on the clipboard sitting in his lap. Reaching back over he grabbed Ethan's lips and spread them and checked his gums. Releasing them he wrote something else.

"Well Mr. Coffey, I must say that your recovery over the last two months has been impressive. Your back up to a normal weight, there are no signs of lasting neurological damage, and the electronic stimulus treatments have restored enough muscle tone to your extremities to allow physical therapy. Never have I had such a remarkable recovery after eight months in a coma. I may have to write a paper on you and publish it. Now, I believe you should continue to get plenty of bed rest and eat plenty of protein rich foods, also I want you to increase your vitamin D intake as well as your calcium intake. I am going to schedule the physical therapist to come twice a week starting on Thursday. If you have any questions just write them down and have your parents ask me next week," the man said as he stood and packed his equipment up.

Ethan reached over and picked up a pad of paper and a pen and wrote a single sentence: Thank you doctor, I will make sure to do that.

When the man had left the room Ethan pulled himself up into a sitting position against the headboard. He had neglected to mention that he was walking around the room every night already to build his leg muscles back and was able to do three pushups in a row before fatigue sat in. He planned to be out of here as soon as possible and out the Coffey house. And he also planned to find out more about the Coffey's and their maid, Rebecca.

He was convinced this was some kind of charade meant to keep him off balance until they decided he was ready to be questioned. The only other thing it could be was a vivid dream. Honestly the dream looked better everyday, since he had been hit from behind with a wrench. It brought him to a good question if this was a dream. Was his real name Caleb Coffey? Coffey and Caleb were fairly common names, who knows how many people out there could be Caleb Coffey? It made his head hurt some to think about it, but it helped him stay sane the last couple of months.

"Hey Revy."

"Yeah, Rock?"

"How long do you think we've been in here?"

"Four or five hours since we woke up. No telling how long before then."

"I wonder when they are going to come check up on us?"

"That's assuming they are still here. For all we know they knocked us out, dumped us in here, and then abandoned the ship in the middle of the ocean."

"What purpose would that serve? If they wanted us dead then why not shoot us and dump us overboard? I have a feeling that this is tied up with whoever is after Ethan."

Revy stood from where she was sitting against the wall. No matter how one approached it, and she had approached it many different ways, Ethan was the key to the whole thing. The people who abducted them had to have been the ones after the mercenary. Why else go through all this trouble. The only thing that didn't make sense was how they knew that they were going to be on this ship... unless... no... he couldn't... it would make sense... there was no guarantee of success with the course of action... he was a soldier though, and the best way to fight was on your terms.

"I think Ethan tried to set a trap."

Rock raised an eyebrow in question, "What do you mean?"

"When Chang was teaching me to shoot two handed he had me study some old Chinese book on war. The guy's name was something like un choo, gun too..."

"...Sun Tsu?"

"Yeah, that's it. Anyways I remember him saying that the best way to win a fight is to let your enemy believe that they set the battlefield."

"That's one of the basis of negotiating. Set everything up so you seem to be at the disadvantage and then take the other party for all they've got. So, Ethan planned to get knocked out and locked up with us?"

"When you put it that way it sounds like there is a leak in either the Ripoff Church or in ..."

Both of them went silent. It was unbelievable and there was no way it could be true. It was the only thing that made sense though. Someone in Hotel Moscow had leaked the order to someone that wanted to kill Ethan, more than likely the Spetsnaz unit that had already tried to kill him once.

"Rock, how would they know that we were going to pickup the order and deliver to the old bitch. We aren't the only delivery service in Roanapur," Revy asked not sure the thought had cemented itself in her brain.

Rock's answer was almost as shaky, "Lagoon Company is known to perform jobs for the Church quite often. It would have been a safe bet to think we would do this one, especially since we have such a close relationship with Hotel Moscow. In fact we effectively cut out a step in the transport since we are going to deliver directly to Balalaika instead of someone taking it to the church and then taking it to where the weapons are going to be delivered."

"Sis is going to be royally pissed when she finds out. Wonder what she's going to do to the s.o.b. when she finds him."

"Revy, I don't even want to consider what the hell she's going to do."

"Doctor Henshake, I honestly cannot explain Mr. Coffey's progress. Never in my career as a physical therapist has a patient shown such remarkable progress. He almost burnt out one of my machines without showing even the tiniest bit of fatigue for the equivalent of three and a half miles. It's almost like he went to sleep a half-arsed entitled slacker and woke up a god damned marine. Did you prescribe him some kind of radioactive steroid, and if so get me some," the frazzled woman spat into the receiver.

The answer from the other end of the line wasn't intelligible to Ethan, or Caleb as he had finally decided was his name, disappointing him on not hearing the exasperation in his nemesis's voice. Since he wasn't getting out of there anytime soon he decided to learn a little about himself. Apparently Caleb Coffey was a childish slacker who relied extensively on natural charisma and money to get his way. Ethan was lacking in the charismatic part, but he decided to give childish a try for the hell of it. And that immediately made the doctor his nemesis.

The only person finding his antics evenly slightly humorous was Rebecca. Come to find out she was a Revy with a somewhat different life. She had apparently tried to rob his father somewhere in Pennsylvania, which hadn't worked out real well for her, and instead of calling the cops he made her the family maid. Her and Caleb hadn't gotten along real well at first, with more than one altercation being recorded between the two, not to mention the other servants hated dealing with her due to her temper. Though over time the two had developed a closeness that tempered both. Caleb grew up some, and Rebecca did a one eighty on her personality, becoming happy all the time and just pleasant to be around. Oh, and they were sleeping together before Caleb's Ferrari got t-boned by a Kenworth.

Ethan couldn't though, not that he hadn't had the chance, for Revy's sake. He didn't want to somehow mess up how he saw her in a way that could cause the tension to get to the point of causing a fatality. No matter what lead was an unhealthy substance for the human body, and he had just made a remarkable recovery.

"Hellooo Caleb. How are you doing today, any naughty thoughts about me," Rebecca called out in a sing-song voice as she entered the room and distracted Ethan.

Not missing a beat he reach over for the pad of paper he had been using to communicate and wrote, 'Aren't I always thinking naughty things about you?'. He had no clue why he couldn't produce sound himself, nor did any of the eight or nine specialists that had examined his throat, and tried to interpret the umpteen dozen CT scans of his head. However it was of little concern, though he now understood how Heidi felt not being able to talk.

The look on Rebecca's face could have disarmed an entire division of hardened soldiers. He was surprised that he could even imagine such a thing as a truly joyful Revy. It sort of hurt to know that eventually he was going to have to wake from this dream, and a life he really wished that he could have had. But things were how there were going to turn out.

"Caleb could you do something for me?"

"Come on you bastard, wake the fuck up. You can die after we get out of this."

In two different worlds two stunning half chinese half white women leaned in close to a large well built man's ear. One to the left, and one to the right. In a barely audible whisper they both said the same thing.

"Please, wake up."

As if for the first time ever Ethan's eyes shot open. A sharp edge seemed to shine through the cold gray iris's as he responded to the words.

A/N: For those who like Rebecca, don't worry. I just needed to get to the great ass kicking scene. Ethan will encounter this world again, I just can't tell you when that will be. Probably after the Terminator shows up. So Hasta La Vista, bitches.