Yes, it was Jack. Now I can breathe again.

Phew...thank goodness it was Jack...can't wait for more

i predict fuzzies soon from those words spoken by Jack..... i hope so....

a prohibition bar huh? Interesting discovery! can't wait for more!

You sooooooooooooooooooooo don't to hear my heart right now.....What a freeky story

I'm sooooooooooooooo glad it was Jack who found Sue ... atleast I can go to bed peacefully in a few hours....unless you post another creepy post that is...

Or me!



Awww! Love it when he plays teacher!

How intriguing! I love the idea of secret passages - very fun! And possibly useful, too.

Looking forward to whatever is coming next...unless it's too scary.

What a great post!! I'm so glad it was Jack!! However, Jack, you had her in your lap - what are you waiting for??

Joy

I think Jack should handcuff Sue to him to ensure she sticks close by!
kav

Breathe....Sorry, I had to stop and remind myself to do that.

Great suspense building!

Just got caught up with your story and it's wonderful. Mulligan getting killed off right at the start huh? Different from the other stories! then again....has anyone removed the mask from the body under the chandelier? Maybe Mulligan isn't dead now is he Marimba? Post more soon will ya...you got my curiosity up!

The dimly lit hallway of the second floor was empty as Bobby and Tara reached the top of the steps. The drone of Haugen’s voice from the ballroom was still audible, though his words were no longer clear. The last they had heard before slipping from the room was his well-intentioned attempts to lighten the mood of the guests; but brevity was hardly his strong point and he would be hard pressed to keep their attention for very long. They needed to find Jack and Sue quickly.

After a quick but futile search of the restrooms, they reached the nearest unmarked door. With a quick glance at Tara, Bobby reached out and carefully turned the knob. But it was locked, unmoving in his hand. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment, but heard only silence from the other side and shook his head. Stepping across the hall, Tara did the same at the next door, but met the same result.

There were two more rooms, and then a door at the end of the hall. Bobby looked back toward the stairs to make sure no one was coming their way before motioning Tara to the next door. It too was locked, though he heard a peculiar creaking noise when he placed his ear to the door. The trouble was, he couldn’t be sure if the creak came from behind that particular door or from somewhere else. With a puzzled frown, he waited while Tara stepped across the hall to check the other room.

Tara listened closely for several long moments after finding the door locked like the others, but finally she met Bobby’s gaze with a shake of her head. Keeping his post by the third door, he motioned for Tara to check the door at the end of the hall. Surely it had to lead to wherever Jack and Sue had gone, unless they were in one of the locked rooms, perhaps incapacitated by one of Mulligan’s associates…

Just as Tara reached for the doorknob, Bobby heard the strange creak again. It did not come from the room he was standing outside of and was loud enough for anyone to hear, but Tara hadn’t reacted, her hand closing around the knob and turning. “Tara!” he hissed, reaching her side in two long strides and closing his hand over hers. “Wait…”

But the door had unlatched and fell inward, torn from their combined grasp by the weight of the wood, the hinges unpinned and nothing left to hold it in place. Unbalanced in her surprise, Tara began to pitch forward into the darkness, caught at the last moment by Bobby’s strong arm around her waist. Her heart pounding, she gasped at what she had just seen…

*****

I'm really scared now!! What did Tara see???

Joy

what is it.....what's in the room?

Please tell us what Tara saw in the room.

“Whoa, steady there… you okay?”

Tara turned, her face pale as she grasped Bobby’s arm. “Please tell me you saw him that time,” she pleaded.

“Saw who?” Bobby ducked his head around the doorframe, but there was nothing to be seen in the darkened room except the shadows of large boxes. “It looks like a storage room of some sort, but I don’t see anyone.”

He looked back at Tara, his expression darkening with concern at the glitter of tears in her eyes. “Tara… hey, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head and tried to blink back the tears. Sniffing hard, she looked back toward the room before meeting his gaze, her voice trembling. “I know I was shook up by what happened downstairs, and I know it’s late and what’s happening tonight has us all on edge. But I’m level-headed, you know, and I can keep my wits about me in a crisis. I’m not a shrinking violet, and I… don’t… see things that aren’t there!”

Frustrated, she let go of him and began to turn away, but he caught her arm and held her there. “What did you see?”

“You remember I asked earlier if anyone had seen any other guests dressed like Mulligan?”

“Yeah”

“For just a moment, I saw someone dressed like The Phantom in that room. He was there, and then I blinked and he was gone.”

“You said you thought you saw someone like that in the crowd… do you think maybe he came upstairs ahead of us?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone go this way, but…” She was cut short by the sound of footsteps and voices approaching the bottom of the stairs – coming to check out the south of the door’s crash.

They looked around quickly, but with no other place to go, Bobby pulled her into the room. “Behind those big boxes,” he whispered, guiding her ahead of him and ducking down beside her. From their hiding place they could see a full-time staff member and Myles approach the doorway. Using the faint ray of light slanting their direction so she could see, Bobby motioned for them to wait and see how Myles handled the situation.

“I am not liking this,” the staffer muttered, inspecting the door frame.

“Well, I have to say, things are not going according to the agenda we were given when I hired on for this job.”

“You think?” came the response, coupled with a look of contempt. “I doubt anyone signed on for this… I know I didn’t. Someone tampered with this door. See the pins lying right here? They were pulled from the hinges. Now why would someone go and do a fool thing like that?”

“A prank?” Myles responded with an innocent look.

“You think that chandelier falling was a prank too?” he glared. “C’mon, help me lift this door back on its hinges. We don’t need people wandering into the storage room.”

“Um,” Myles took on an air of hesitation, like he’d been duly chastised for his remark but felt he had to say something. “Maybe we shouldn’t move any of this… you know, for when the authorities get here. Like you said, maybe whoever messed with the chandelier is the same one who messed with this door and there could be some kind of evidence or something.”

“You some kind of super-sleuth or something?”

At the staffer’s retort, both Bobby and Tara had to bite back their laughter. Myles was playing his part superbly, and in the process, making sure they had a way out. But it was priceless to watch and hear.

With a nonchalant shrug, Myles glanced at the other man. “I’m a bit of a mystery buff… you know, watching the cop shows and all. They always want a scene secured, but nothing touched. What could it hurt to just tape off the door and put a sign up telling people to stay out?”

Looking hard at the door and then back at Myles, the staffer blew out an exasperated sigh. “Fine… whatever. At least this way we don’t have to lift that heavy thing. Let’s go find some duct tape or something.” He turned and started toward the steps while Myles lingered for just a moment, peering into the darkness before following. He couldn’t see Bobby and Tara, but they knew he had been aware of their presence.

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Working quickly before the men returned to tape up the doorway, Bobby and Tara searched the room. Stacked haphazardly were prop and equipment boxes, apparently for the sound system, lights and decorations used for the party downstairs. Moving to the walls, they were puzzled by the dark color they were painted, as if the room was meant to look like a black void from the doorway. It had certainly been shocking when the door gave way.

Tara stepped closer to the section of wall where she was certain she had seen the “phantom”. Could it be the stress of the evening was really causing her mind to play tricks on her? There was no way he could have left the room through the door, and there were no windows or any other apparent escape route. Looking closer in the dim light, she noticed a seam in the wall, as if the drywall hadn’t been finished properly. Running her fingers along it, she felt a curious chill… cold air escaping from… where?

“Bobby,” she whispered. “What do you think would be on the other side of this wall… or beneath this room?”

He glanced around, gauging the location of the room in proximity to the areas of the building they had been in during the evening. “Not sure… the kitchen should be somewhere below us, but maybe not directly. It’s hard to say… why?” He looked back toward her again, but she wasn’t there… “Tara?” his voice a little louder and tinged with concern.

“In here,” came the faint reply.

Then he saw her hand wrapped around the edge of a panel. Hurrying over, he stepped into the void that had appeared when the panel slid back. “You should have called me over before coming in here,” he reprimanded lightly. He could barely see her in the darkness. “Wish we had a flashlight.”

With a tiny click he suddenly saw a small beam of light. “Most intrepid explorers carry them, Indy,” she quipped without glancing his way. “Oh, there it is,” she breathed. With barely a swish, the panel slid closed.

“Tara! You just locked us in here!”

Her flashlight suddenly shone directly in his face, forcing him to turn is face and shield his eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m that scatter-brained?”

Fishing with his hand until he found the light, he grasped her hand and lowered it. “No… sorry, luv. I’m just a bit new to this hidden panel, trap door stuff. That and it’s really dark in here and we don’t have the blueprints of this building to tell us where we’re going.”

She reached over and transferred the flashlight to her other hand, keeping hold of his. “Maybe not, but you have me, and I grew up exploring old houses with hidden rooms and panels that revealed secret passageways.”

“Good to know.”

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Very spooky.......... I can't wait to see where you're taking this. I really like your descriptions.

Ahhh! So good! I love the secret passageway, but I hope that Bobby and Tara make it out safely! Be careful, Indy!

Watching Jack search for an escape route, Sue shivered in the chill of the room. Despite telling herself that it was just her imagination, she had the sensation that someone was watching them. Or, more particularly, watching her… and the feeling wouldn’t go away. Her gaze darting around the room again, probing the shadowed recesses, she didn’t see anyone except Jack, and he was facing away from her, inspecting the paneling along the wall at the end of the bar.

The hem of her dress fluttered with a sudden gust of icy air and she felt a prickling at the back of her neck. Turning quickly, she found nothing out of place, nothing to suggest anything was amiss. But something was terribly wrong – she could feel it.

Rubbing her hands along her arms, she tried to shake the feeling once again and concentrate on helping Jack find a way out. He figured this room was basement level, given how they both had gotten in, so there would have to be stairs. But they could be on the other side of a wall. Maybe another stairwell in the same wall as the ones she had used to get in? Crossing the floor, she began running her hands along the paneling, feeling for anything loose or a catch. But there was nothing that she could find. Jack had said that sometimes they could find a panel if it sounded hollow, but he would need to check for that.

The cold intensified and she shivered, clenching her teeth to keep them from chattering. It was nerves… it had to be. There was no way a cold draft could get into the room and swirl the way it seemed to around her without them finding the source. Starting at the corner, she began checking the wall again, focusing intently to make sure she wouldn’t miss anything. A hand on her shoulder had her jumping sideways with a muffled cry.

“Sue, it’s just me,” Jack soothed, holding his hands up until she met his gaze. “I’m sorry… I thought you knew I was beside you.” Reaching out as she pressed her hand to her heart and drew a breath, he ran his hand down her arm. “You’re freezing! Why didn’t you say anything?” He quickly unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off his shoulders, wrapping it around hers and drawing her close. She rested her head on his shoulder as he rubbed her arms and back gently, soaking up his heat and willing herself to calm.

Easing her back slightly, he tipped her chin with a gentle hand. “Better?” His brow furrowed with concern, his eyes spoke of tenderness and care… and something deeper.

Still within his light embrace, his scent wrapping around her along with his jacket and permeating her senses… his gaze was enough to keep her warm. “Much…” she finally managed, wondering if her voice sounded as breathless as it felt.

He didn’t move, his gaze drifting down to her mouth as his thumb stroked her chin lightly, barely grazing her lower lip. They parted on a tiny indrawn breath, and he lifted his gaze to find her watching him, waiting… Holding her gaze he raised his hand, letting it hover over her cheek before cupping it tenderly, lifting her face as his descended. His intention clear, she let her eyes drift shut and gave herself over to his kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, brushing as light as a whisper over hers. She could feel her heart pounding and wondered if he could hear it. And then he teased her lower lip between his teeth, and she no longer cared, pressing closer as her hands slid against his shirt, moulding themselves to the muscles it hid, feeling the strength she had known all along was there. She wanted more, a taste of the passion that had been barely restrained the only other time they had kissed, when the threat of danger had been no less great than it was tonight. But where that had been a ruse, this was very, very real.

He slid his hand into her hair, cupping the back of her neck as he settled his lips over hers. She opened to him, giving when he asked, following where he led, and tucking the memories of the sensations deep inside in case this moment never happened again. They were both breathing hard when they finally parted, still firmly in each other’s embrace. Her eyes were still closed, savouring the sensations, when he rubbed his nose against hers and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. He moved his hand, letting his fingers trail through her hair as she slowly raised her eyes to his. He was smiling and she found her lips curving in response even as her cheeks heated under the intensity of his warm gaze.

“I thought the memory was good, but this was even better,” he said softly, bringing his hand back to feather along her cheekbone. “In a way, I’m kind of glad we’re locked in here alone…”

Her lashes drifted down as she processed his words. Maybe the moment could happen again after all. Throwing caution to the wind, she met his gaze again, but the veil of shyness remained. “Me too,” she responded in a tiny voice, watching something cross his features that looked a lot like satisfaction. Catching her lip between her teeth and finding his taste lingering there, she wet her lips carefully, and then realized her action had drawn his gaze, his throat working as he swallowed hard. His hand settled firmly at her jawline and his head descended as he captured her lips again, his kiss more insistent, hungry, as he pulled her tightly against him. She felt a thrill inside at the contact, his restraint still firmly in place but his passion overriding any timidity. Sliding one hand up his chest she curled it around the nape of his neck, arching against him and marvelling at the way they seemed to fit so perfectly. She had dreamed of being kissed like this, and somehow knew that only with Jack would she feel this way.

Suddenly, he wrenched his lips from hers, twisting away. Dazed and confused, she tried to focus, and then realized he was shielding her with his body. Peeking over his shoulder, she blinked several times, not believing what appeared before them. He looked like Mulligan, only he wasn’t. There was something… unreal… perhaps even other-worldly about him. His eyes were angry behind his mask, his mouth twisted in fury. The old-fashioned black tuxedo he wore was a stark contrast to the white of his mask and the paleness of his skin. Over his shoulders hung a black cape, its satin lining faded with age. She felt an icy swirl of air stir her hair and the back of her dress, and shivered. Pressing close behind Jack, she began to tremble in fear as it became very clear to her that he… whoever he was… had been watching them and didn’t like what he saw…

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That was just beautiful, Marimba! I'm so glad I took the time to get caught up with this one.
As for that ending....we went from warm fuzzies to cold shivers in the blink of an eye! I shouldn't be reading this late at night! Please write some more soon!

Was feeling all warm and fuzzy reading that and then WHAM, you hit with some strange person/supernatural being!!!

Who is he and what is he going to so to them?

Vickie

The description of Mulligan here is incredible. And I certainly noticed his "old" cape and tuxedo! From fuzzies to this in seconds--- Wow.

Whoa, I was well on my way to melting all over the floor when a blast of icy air hit me and I solidified again!!

Who is this?? A ghost???

Joy

Her hand against his back, Sue could tell from the vibrations that Jack was speaking. But with his hand holding her behind him, there was no way she could know what he was saying. Her gaze moved back to the "phantom", and she watched him begin to speak. But there was something strange about the way he formed his words, and she found it difficult to understand what he said.

Suddenly, he pointed at her and shouted something, his penetrating gaze through the mask causing her to stiffen with a gasp. Unless she was terribly mistaken, it looked like he had yelled, “You betrayed me!”

Jack tightened his grasp on her, shaking his head ‘no’ as he spoke again. She had the eerie sense they were arguing about her… but, why? She wondered briefly if Jack shouldn’t just put an end to their cover and draw his gun, forcing the man to surrender and lead them out. But then, he might lead them into a trap.

Confused, her heart pounding as she trembled in fear, she began to feel dizzy. Seeking comfort in Jack’s calm, she focused on him… his presence something tangible she could hold on to. Suddenly, with a whirl of his cape, the man disappeared behind the bar. “Jack!” she whispered hoarsely.

Pausing only briefly, Jack turned and signed, Stay here. He bent down and drew his gun from an ankle holster, meeting her gaze again before turning away. Treading silently on the balls of his feet, he made his way toward the bar and around the end, maintaining his distance in case the other man appeared suddenly. But there was no one there.

Shooting Sue a glance, he took another step behind the bar, trying to figure out where the man had gone. One of the cabinet doors under the bar was slightly ajar… just a storage area for supplies, but he nudged it open to check it out anyway and then gaped when he realized it was nothing of the sort. Rather, it was some sort of escape passageway, and though it wasn’t big enough for use by many, it had probably been built for the bartender’s quick getaway.

Relaxing slightly, he lowered his gun. “He’s gone…” he said, turning back to Sue, just in time to see the phantom appear behind her. “Sue! Behind you!”

But it was too late, his arm wrapping around her waist and dragging her back against him as she screamed. And in his other hand, a knife flashed in the dim light...

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Ahhh! Not good! Save her, Jack!

Sue’s eyes were locked on his in absolute terror and silent trust. Feeling as though he were playing out a scene in a strange movie, Jack raced through his options. He had recognized within moments of the “phantom’s” first appearance that they weren’t dealing with a rational person. With Sue in mortal danger, he would be within his rights to shoot, his aim true enough that it would be instantly fatal; but the knife pressed to her throat could easily mean her death as well. Give in and not only would she be gone, he would be good as dead. No reasoning with the suspect, no backup, no means of communication to the outside, and no knowledge of how to get back to the ballroom… he couldn’t hide the desperation in his gaze as he swallowed hard. “Let her go.”

“I don’t think so. It’s been lonely down here, and I’ve waited so long for her to come… time I spent making everything perfect for my love.” He pressed his face against her hair, inhaling appreciatively. “I’ve waited so long to hold you in my arms… to make you mine…” His gaze snapped back to Jack. “I think you need to go… or I might have to arrange an unfortunate ‘accident’ for you as well…”

“I’m not leaving without her.”

“Oh, but you will… Come along, my dear,” the phantom crooned in her ear. “It’s time for you to say goodbye to your lover.”

Sue’s eyes had widened at the feel of his breath and lips moving on her hair and then her ear, the realization that he was talking to her, but she had no idea what he had said. Angry at her lack of response, the phantom backed a step toward the panel he had come through, wrenching her along with him. Her breath hitched with a high-pitched gasp as the blade of the knife bit into her skin. Arching her neck, she tried to lessen the pressure, but his grip was like iron, keeping the blade pressed as firmly against her as she was against him. “Jack,” she mouthed silently, her eyes brimming with tears.

“She can’t hear you,” he called, his declaration stilling the phantom’s movements. “If you knew her,” he paused, his eyes pleading with her to understand. “If you loved her… as much as I do… you would know how to speak to her… you would know the language of her heart…”

Her tears overflowing as she kept her gaze on him, he watched her fight back a sob at his words. His heart ached at her tears; it wasn’t how he wanted to tell her. Fate couldn’t be so cruel as to bring them together just in time to be ripped apart by a madman, could it? But here they were, locked in a desperate struggle that could end it all for them before it even began. Regardless of what happened next, she needed to know the truth that he had kept locked in his heart for far too long. Removing his left hand from where it steadied his gun, he held it up, pressing his middle and ring fingers to his palm, and extending his thumb, first and fourth fingers.

“I love you,” she mouthed through her tears, unable to loosen her hold on the phantom’s arm against her.

“What is that? What are you doing?” he bellowed in rage, his eyes full of fury as they leveled on Jack. “She loves ME! Shall I make her prove it?”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” a voice with an unmistakable Aussie accent drawled behind him.

“Bobby, he has a knife to her throat.”

“Then it would be a good idea for him to drop it. There’s no way out of here, mate. Let her go,” Bobby ordered.

The phantom looked around him, and then back at Jack as a maniacal laugh began to erupt from his mouth. “You think you’ve won? NEVER!” With his shout, he flung Sue aside, twisting away to disappear through a trapdoor that opened up in the floor. Helpless to catch herself, Sue slammed into a nearby low table, her head connecting with a sickening thud before she slumped to the floor.

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So Bittersweet but utterly amazing post...

I had tears in my eyes as I read Jack declaring how he felt wondering if he was too late......
I just hope he could read what Sue mouther to him so he knows she feels the same....

Please say she is going to be ok, justa concussion yes????


Vickie

OMG this is so good! i luv it!

good job!

Holding Sue in his arms, Jack pressed a cloth gently against the long, but thankfully shallow cut on her neck, the beat of her pulse registering faintly beneath his fingertips. There was another gash near her hairline contrasting starkly with the pallor of her skin. She hadn’t awakened yet. Unwilling to let Tara go alone, Bobby had gone with her for help, leaving Jack to care for Sue. The passageways narrow and at times difficult, they needed to find a better and easier way to get her out to safety and medical attention.

His gaze drifted across the room to where, slumped against the bar and handcuffed to the footrest, the phantom sat, babbling incoherently. Thanks to Tara, who had remained in the passageway and stopped his attempt to get away with a deft maneuver of her own, he had been apprehended quickly. But the figure who had defiantly resisted them and had caused injury and death had disappeared the moment he was in custody, leaving a man broken in mind and spirit. Tara had briefly told Jack about Mulligan while Bobby secured the man at the bar, his identity still unknown. With Mulligan dead and the unidentified man’s mind shattered, Jack wondered if the mystery would ever be fully explained.

Turning his attention back to Sue, he saw her eyes flutter slightly and held his breath, moving his hand to cup her cheek tenderly and finding warmth returning to her skin. Slowly they opened, blinking once, twice, before focusing his way. A wave of relief shot through him with such intensity that he had to close his own eyes for a moment and force himself to breathe.

“Jack…”

Her voice barely a whisper, it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “I’m here…”

“… hurts,” she managed, the pain etching her features as her awareness caught up with her injuries. Lifting her hand, she reached for the wound on her head, but he caught her carefully, raising her hand to his lips.

“I know it hurts,” he whispered when she focused on him again. “Bobby and Tara are getting help. Just stay with me, okay?”

Her eyes widened slightly with a brief flash of panic. “The phantom…”

“… is just a man,” he finished gently. “He’ll never hurt you again,”

Nodding slightly, her eyes misted with tears. Swallowing carefully, she winced at the pain. “Did you mean it… what you said?” Hesitantly, her eyes raised to his before focusing on his mouth.

Pressing the hand he still held against his heart, he smiled. “Every word…”

She tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace as her rising emotions brought greater pain to her head. With a low moan she closed her eyes, seeking to escape it. But Jack’s insistent touch, gentle but firm, refused to let her slide into the comforting blackness that awaited. “Tired, Jack,” she murmured, opening her eyes to his concerned gaze.

“I know, sweetheart. But I need you to stay with me right now… please, Sue, that’s all I ask…”

Her shuddering breath demonstrating the effort she was making to fulfill his request, her eyes glazed with pain. “I’m trying…” She frowned as another wave of dizziness washed over her, making his image swim before her eyes and then slowly come back into focus.

“Hey…” he whispered, his face etched with worry. He had seen the change in her expression, knew she was fighting… felt her trembling. His jacket lay nearby where it had fallen when the phantom had thrown her aside. Pulling it over her, he tucked it around her where he could, wishing he could do more. “They’ll be back soon and then we’ll get you out of here.”

She shifted in his arms slightly, seeking relief and warmth that he could only partially provide. “And then…?” she breathed, her eyes drooping again, forcing a tear from under her lashes.

“And then…,” he echoed softly, catching her tear as he brushed her face with his fingers… “Sue?” Moving his hand to her shoulder, he shook it carefully, but she didn’t respond. Lying still in his arms, only the subtle rise and fall of her breathing remained. Gritting his teeth against the panic that threatened, he looked around the room, the silence suddenly deafening. Realizing the other man had fallen silent, he turned to find him watching… his eyes sad, a lone tear rolling down his cheek…

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Now, I'm really worried about Sue! She didn't even get to hear Jack's answer.



Great descriptions like this kept me riveted.

Bobby watched D and Jack carefully position Sue on the makeshift litter, tuck a blanket around her and secure her for transport, Jack reaching for her hand the moment she was settled. The simmering emotions they had seen in him during previous crises when Sue’s safety was threatened, paled in the face of his demeanor tonight. Clearly something had changed, whether within him alone or between them together, making it plain that he no longer cared to hide his feelings for her.

Lucy had been contacted as soon as they found their way back to the ballroom, and she promised a med-evac helicopter and backup would be dispatched as soon as they could get clearance. The storm was thankfully abating, though power had yet to be restored and the light of morning was still a couple of hours off. It was possible that Sue’s injuries were more severe than originally thought, especially after her second lapse into unconsciousness with no sign of improvement; and they would do whatever was necessary to get her the medical attention she desperately needed.

“Bobby…” He turned at Tara’s soft voice beside him, her eyes betraying the fatigue they all felt, though she somehow continued to bustle about with what seemed like unlimited energy. “I want to check something out… I thought you might want to come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“The passageway continues past where we came in. Jack said that he,” indicating the man who still sat by the bar, “talked about being down here for a long time… preparing for… you know.” She pressed her lips together with a shudder, the terrifying scenario he’d planned still beyond belief.

“Yeah,” Bobby responded in a low voice, understanding her reluctance to describe it. “You think there’s more than this room down here?”

“There would have to be.” She drew a breath. “Jack thinks he is the one who caused Mulligan’s death, since he mentioned arranging another ‘unfortunate accident’… So, the question remains, why would he kill Mulligan… unless it had to do with the money?”

“And what better place to hide it than a labyrinth no one knows exists?”

“Exactly,” she nodded emphatically.

Squeezing her shoulder, Bobby grinned. “Tara, you’re brilliant!”

“I think we already knew that.” D smiled, joining them. “Good job navigating the passageways, Tara. I’d hate to think what it would be like to find my way down here without a guide.”

Tara smiled back. “I’ve been leading all of you around by blueprints for a long time. It’s not always about what you see on paper.” She sobered. “How’s Sue?”

D glanced over his shoulder before turning back. “Let’s just say that chopper better be waiting when we get her upstairs. So, what made you finally realize Tara’s brilliance?” He looked to Bobby with a lift of his eyebrows.

“She thinks our ‘phantom’ may have the money hidden down here in another room.”

Pursing his lips, D mulled the idea. “You might be right. I see some more help has arrived,” he nodded toward a couple of staffers Myles had sent down. “We need to get Sue out of here. Be careful, you two.”

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ooh hidden passageways and labrinths. makes a lass get goosebump.
da helicopter has better hurry up and get itself there. jack must be reliving a nightmare. your story is brilliant i am hooked.
lv ya

Picking her way carefully down the narrow passageway, the light from Bobby’s flashlight bouncing her own shadow ahead of her, Tara’s light bobbed alongside it. A flutter of anticipation had taken up residence in her stomach, tempered by the knowledge that they were treading on the territory of a desperate mind. But the lure of exploration wasn’t her reason for following the twin beams, as it had been in her childhood… this time they needed to find some answers and, if they were really lucky, the missing money.

The edge of her light caught a swirl of script on the wall, and she paused as she raised the beam, illuminating words that sent a chill down her spine. “The Point of No Return”

“What do you make of that?” Bobby asked, his eyes glittering with concern in the shadowed light.

Tara cleared her throat. “It’s from one of the final scenes of the story, when the Phantom takes Christine down to the dungeon he has prepared, intending to bind her to him forever.”

“Yeah, I remember,” shrugging when she looked at him in surprise. “Darcy talked me into a weekend in New York City a year or so back. I found out about the tickets after we got there…” He chuckled sheepishly at the wry face she made. “I probably would have held out for a bit more if I’d known what she had really planned, but it really wasn’t too bad.”

“I know… I’ve seen it, a couple of times, in fact.” She met his eyes again with a small smile before looking back toward the words with a shiver. “As much as you want to feel bad for the Phantom, I still get the creeps every time I see that part of the show.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to imagine what Sue…”

He touched her shoulder, turning her back to him. “Don’t… don’t even try… Sue is safe, and he won’t be coming back. The only reason we’re down here now is to see if your theory is correct, not to delve into the so-called ‘prison of his mind’.”

She leaned into his touch for a moment, accepting his words with a silent nod before squaring her shoulders again and taking a step forward. “We probably should be careful, though… who knows what kind of surprises he may have waiting.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Bobby muttered under his breath as he followed.

A few steps later, the passageway opened into a small room and, shining her light around, Tara found a gas lamp and lit it. As the soft glow expanded, softly filling the room, she drew in her breath on a gasp. What had appeared to be a small room was actually a series of interconnected small rooms. Chisled out of the bedrock of the island, it was more like a chambered cavern complete with a small pool of water, murky in the dim light. Bobby’s arm came around her shoulders, steadying her as a dizzying wave washed over her. This was the fate the deranged man had prepared for his unsuspecting victim… for Sue. In crude imitation of the Phantom’s lair, a cracked mirror stood near a bed adorned with a patchwork quilt from another lifetime, a lacy veil lying across the corner.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Tara murmured, a tremor running through her.

* * * * *

I have to make a confession here... I have been madly writing this weekend, trying to finish this story, which has taken on a life of its own. It wasn't until I was writing the epilogue that it occurred to me to look at the guidelines again. Unfortunately, I seemed to have missed the part about the story ending at dawn of November 1, and the scenes that come next all fall after that. I apologize deeply... I am new at responding to challenges, though it is no excuse.

Since the story is written and I have posted this far, and there's no time to rewrite or change it, I will continue to the end. If the admins/mods choose to disqualify the story, I will understand completely. But I don't want to just stop and leave those who have been reading hanging. Thanks for the comments I've received, and I'm so sorry to disappoint.

Marimba

Lucy hurried through the doors of the hospital. She had spoken with D after the helicopter had taken off, their backup also on the island and the authorities making arrangements to evacuate the party guests. Even though she knew that Jack was with Sue, she couldn’t help but be concerned… Sue wouldn’t want him in the room, even to interpret, while she was being examined. As much as Lucy was certain Sue had feelings for him, she was also certain it would be a mortifying situation for her to endure. Why hadn’t they sent Tara with her?

She turned the corner and found him sitting in the emergency waiting room, his head in his hands. “Jack?” His eyes were haunted when he lifted his head, his expression full of sorrow. “How is she?” she asked in a near whisper, sinking into the chair opposite him.

He cleared his throat, running his hand over his face. “She hasn’t regained consciousness yet.” Swallowing hard, he continued. “There are some more tests they want to run, but they think it’s a severe concussion. They’re still working with her.”

Nodding, she searched his face. There was something else… something in his demeanor. “What happened, Jack? Myles said there was some sort of lunatic that attacked her.”

Exhaling sharply, he sat back. “A madman who thought he was the Phantom… and that Sue was his ‘Christine’…” He shook his head. “I was there and I almost don’t believe it…”

“Agent Hudson?”

Jack leapt to his feet at the doctor’s query. “How is she?”

He gestured to the seats, taking the chair on Jack’s other side and introducing himself to Lucy. “She took quite a blow to the head,” he began, directing his attention to Jack and occasionally glancing toward Lucy. “The MRI shows swelling and pressure, which is what we believe is causing her to remain unconscious. We’re giving her drug therapy right now to try and reduce the swelling. If that doesn’t work, or if it gets worse, we may have to perform a procedure… but that’s worse case scenario,” he added at Jack’s and Lucy’s expressions of dismay. “She’s an otherwise healthy young woman, and while the next few hours may be critical, there’s no reason to think she won’t respond to treatment.”

“Can we see her?” Lucy asked.

“I’d like to stay with her, if that’s okay,” Jack interjected, seeing Lucy’s arched brow in his peripheral vision. “I was with her when it happened…”

The doctor smiled. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll send a nurse to get you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” he responded, his words echoed by Lucy and she turned to him with some surprise.

“I can stay with her, Jack…”

He pursed his lips, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. “I know you can, Luce… but this is something I need to do, for Sue… and for me.”

Looking into his eyes, she began to realize why Jack seemed different, and slow smile touched her lips. “It’s about time, Jack,” she responded simply, her smile growing when he shifted uncomfortably and tugged at his previously forgotten cravat. “You know, you can probably take that off, now.”

He flushed slightly and pulled at the knot, shaking his head when she watched in amusement. But their levity faded when the nurse appeared, beckoning them to follow.

* * * * *

Thank you Marimba for stepping up to the challenge. While its true you do not meet the parameters - as I writer we do understand that sometimes a story takes a life of its own. Your intent was not to write outside the rules, so your story shall be considered.

Good luck!

Jen

Surfacing through the foggy haze, Sue felt the pain first. Dull, though insistent, it radiated through her head making her body and limbs feel heavy. The smell in the air and the feel of the bed beneath her telling her she was no longer in the room at the house on the island, but rather in a hospital, she slowly opened her eyes. Blinking several times, she finally cleared her vision to see small beams of sunlight peeking through between the blinds on the windows. A slight lift of her arm showed an IV, and she followed the tubing to the bags hanging beside the bed.

With a soft sigh, she let her gaze roam slowly around the room, fearful to move too much or too quickly, lest the pain increase or the room begin to sway and spin, as they both were threatening to do. Her perusal was nearly complete when her eyes fell on the sleeping form of Jack. Seated low in a chair by the window, his face was in shadow, but clear enough to her. His eyes closed, his features relaxed in slumber, he would have appeared peaceful but for the condition of his hair and clothing. His shirt was untucked and rumpled, his hair askew as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times, and was that a shadow of beard on his cheeks? Sucking in a breath, she wondered how long he had been there.

“Jack?” she whispered, and watched him stir slightly as if caught in a dream. Softly she repeated his name and his eyes fluttered before raising toward her. Their gazes colliding, he opened his mouth as if to speak, instead pushing himself out of the chair and stepping to the bed, sinking to sit at her side.

“Hey,” he breathed, reaching to stroke her face before taking her hand. The emotions glittering in his eyes unnerved her. Jack was a very caring man, to be sure, but this was different. “How do you feel?”

She blinked at the intimacy of their closeness, of his protectiveness. “My head hurts,” she finally stammered, “but I think I’m alright… Am I alright?” she finally had to ask.

He smiled gently. “You are now.”

“What happened, Jack?” she asked, a shadow of fear shuddering through her when he drew back in confusion.

“You don’t remember?”

“We were in a room… a secret bar from Prohibition days, you said… we were tailing Mulligan, hoping to find the money he stole…”

“Yes,” he nodded. What else do you remember?” He watched her closely, giving her the feeling she was missing something important.

…the feeling… She looked away, concentrating hard. “It was cold… and I felt like someone was watching me…” Trailing off with a slight shiver, she turned back to him. “That’s all I remember… what happened next, Jack? How did I get here?”

He reached for the call button, his face set in an unreadable mask. “We’d better let them know you’re awake. Maybe the doctor can give us some answers.”

Sensing his withdrawal and confused by his responses, she felt her eyes fill with tears. Embarrassed, she turned her face away, missing the anguish in his.

* * * * *

“It’s not uncommon for there to be some short-term memory loss. It’s the unfortunate side effect of the medications we had to use to treat Ms. Thomas.” The doctor had spent a considerable amount of time with her while Jack contacted Lucy and the rest of the team to let them know she had awakened. They were all assembled around him for the update, the case having been put to rest the day before. “I’m sending her up for another MRI in a couple of minutes, just to make sure her progress is continuing as we expect.”

“Will she ever remember?” Jack asked, his voice unusually husky. Several pairs of eyes darted his way in sympathy before focusing back on the doctor. No one knew exactly what had transpired between him and Sue in their moments alone, but it was clear to all of them that their relationship had changed. He had steadfastly refused to leave her, despite attempts by each of them to convince him.

The doctor bobbed his head with a slight shrug. “She could… in time. From what you told me,” he looked at Jack, “she’s missing several minutes before the blow to her head, as well as the short time she woke up before help arrived.” Jack nodded and he continued. “That’s not a very big gap of time, and there is the chance it may never come back. We just have to wait and see.”

“Does it help at all to talk about it with her?” Myles asked, earning himself an elbow from Lucy while the others winced.

“Well, I don’t think it would help her for someone to plant the memories in her mind, but if someone is able to jog her memory indirectly, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.” The doctor reached for the pager buzzing at his waist. “I’m needed downstairs… if there’s nothing else?”

They all shook their heads and thanked him, and he left. Looking at each other, they dispersed slightly, each one aware of Jack’s crestfallen expression. As the others backed away, D and Bobby flanked him, Bobby holding a bag. “It’ll be a little while before Sue gets back to her room. You should take the time to get cleaned up… and shave. It’s a wonder you didn’t scare the poor girl, mate. You nearly scared me.”

Taking the bag, Jack laughed self-consciously and then met his gaze with appreciation. “Thanks, Bobby.” He turned to D as Bobby clapped his shoulder and stepped away.

“I’m not going to pry, Jack. But it’s obvious there’s something going on. I just want you to know that, as your supervisor, and even more, as your friend, I’m behind you. Don’t let anything stand in your way…” His expression earnest, D paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. “I’m going to see if I can clear everyone out of here for a while. We’ll be back later to see Sue when she’s had a little more rest… when you both have had a little more time…” His meaning clear, he gave Jack’s shoulder a squeeze and walked over to the others. Within moments, they said their goodbyes, wandering toward the exit.

Jack looked at his watch. If he hurried, he could make it in time…

* * * * *

Yay! Sue is going to be okay, and Jack seems to have a romantic scheme up his sleeve! Life is good!

im sure jack can make her remember
lv ya

Sue hadn’t been back in bed long when a new nurse bustled into her room. “How would you like a warm bath?” She had a smile like warm sunshine and a gentle manner that immediately put Sue at ease.

“Can I?” she asked with a bit of surprise.

“There’s no reason why you can’t. The doctor cleared it, and I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.” She reached over to help Sue sit up, moving her tray table out of the way. “You just sit there for a minute and get your bearings while I run the water. A nice warm bath, and then maybe some dinner?”

“I’m not sure if I’m really that hungry,” Sue admitted.

Another warm smile was the only response as the nurse disappeared into the bathroom. Looking around the room, Sue took a breath, wondering where everyone was. She’d been sure they would all be waiting when she returned from the MRI, though it had taken a bit longer than the doctor had anticipated, the machine in use for an accident victim when she’d arrived. But the extra wait had been good, actually, giving her time to steel herself for the experience… being cut off from everyone inside a narrow tube was harrowing enough for anyone, moreso for her without the ability to hear.

The nurse breezed back into the room. “Okay, we’re all set… ready?”

Sue straightened, sliding off the bed to stand. “Ready… Violet,” she added, sneaking a peek at the nurse’s name tag. She giggled slightly, catching herself as her nurse looked at her quizzically. “I’m sorry. It’s a pretty name. It just reminded me of a nurse a friend of mine had when he was in the hospital one time. Her name was Violet too, but she wasn’t half as nice to him as you are to me.”

Violet laughed lightly. “Let me guess, your friend thought he could charm her and it failed…”

“Something like that.” They turned the corner and Sue paused, catching the scent of something in the air. “Lavender,” she breathed.

“It has a calming effect,” Violet supplied.

Sue smiled. “I love lavender.”

As Violet predicted, the bath made her feel relaxed and eased the aches from lying in bed for so long. She hadn’t been able to wash her hair, but Violet had carefully brushed it for her, arranging her bangs over the small bandage that remained. Another bandage covered the cut on her neck, which she had been assured would heal without a noticeable scar. Dressed in a fresh hospital gown and with Violet’s help, she made her way back to the bed, which was also freshly made with the pillows plumped and a beautiful satin robe lying across the blanket. Without missing a beat, Violet lifted it, holding it for Sue to slip her arms into the sleeves.

“But that isn’t mine,” Sue protested, turning to run her finger along the soft material. A shimmering blue, it was a beautiful robe, modest yet delicate in its design.

“Actually, it is,” Violet responded, nudging Sue to turn around and helping her put it on, staying close as Sue drew the sash at her waist into a light knot. “It’s a wonderful color on you.” At Sue’s questioning look, she repeated her comment, realizing Sue hadn’t been looking at her, but rather at the garment. “One of your friends left it for you,” she added.

Reminding herself to thank Lucy or Tara, Sue eased back onto the bed, fingering the sash. “Did they say when they would be back?” she asked.

“Sometime later this evening,” Violet responded. “Why don’t you rest a bit? There’s still some time before dinner.”

Nodding her agreement, Sue slid back, pulling her legs up on the bed and settling back against the pillows. “Thank you, Violet. Will I see you later?”

Her eyes sparkling with something that looked almost like mischief, she smiled. “Oh, yes, I’ll definitely be here.”

* * * * *

Her eyes closed, she revelled in the feel of Jack’s lips on hers. His muscles firm, his strength apparent beneath the suit he wore, her hands rested against his chest as his mouth plundered hers. Danger lurked, making their pulses race, or was it desire? As each second ticked by she could be less sure, only knowing that she didn’t want the moment to end. But it did, shattering the hazy cocoon that had enveloped her, and she opened her eyes to find herself in a different room, in a different lifetime. Jack was facing her, his gun in his right hand pointing towards her, his left hand outstretched in sign. Confused, she tried to look around, but something held her fast, bringing pain and terror. Tears blurred her vision and she closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. But she was afraid to open them again.

Something touched her face, warm, gentle… a soothing stroke. Inhaling, she caught a familiar scent, musk and spice, reminding her of the times Jack had held her in his embrace. Her hand was lifted, a kiss pressed to her palm. Was she dreaming? With a sigh, she opened her eyes. Startling, she tried to rise, sinking back into the pillows when her head protested. Closing her eyes as she moaned in pain, she felt his hand cup her cheek tenderly. Knowing he was there, certain of his gaze upon her, she slowly opened her eyes. “What’s going on?” she whispered, confused once again by his closeness.

“Your dinner is ready. I almost didn’t want to wake you up, you were sleeping so peacefully… but the doctor said he would really like for you to eat.”

“Where’s Violet?” she asked, her gaze sweeping the room. Her eyes landed on the cloth and dishes set on the tray table, then widened and flew to his. “Jack?”

Taking her hand, he smiled gently. “Violet will be back in a while. She helped to arrange this, and I’m sure you don’t want her efforts to go to waste.”

She sat up carefully, letting him assist her. Her eyes still filled with confusion, she looked at the food and then at him again. “But… why?”

“Because I asked her to,” he replied simply. He looked down at their hands, still joined, and then back at her. “Sue, I know you don’t remember everything that happened that night, though the doctor said you might eventually. I hope you do, because I know I’ll never forget it. But there was one thing that happened that, while I don’t regret it, I wish it could have happened a different way.”

She shook her head, a tinge of panic to her eyes. “Jack, I…” Unsure of what to say, she faltered. Images of the dream flashed through her mind… the passionate kiss… but it wasn’t the kiss they shared at Callahan and Merced… the gun, it wasn’t pointing at her… his left hand… Slowly her gaze returned to his. “What did you want to happen in a different way, Jack?” Her heart was pounding as she asked the question, the pain in her head overridden by the feeling that something very important was about to happen.

His gaze fell to her lips, and she couldn’t resist the urge to moisten them. His fingers grazed her chin, tipping it slightly and he leaned forward, brushing her lips with his, her eyes drifting closed at the contact. Caught in his intensity, she remained still, feeling his breath feather across her cheek as her own caught in her lungs. Opening her mouth, she drew in a breath only to feel him take possession, his lips sealing over hers. His hand sliding into her hair, his other arm came around her, holding her with infinite strength and quiet tenderness as his mouth moved against hers, leading her down a path that seemed so familiar, yet so new. Helpless to do anything but follow, she reached for him, her hand closing over his shoulder as she clung to him.

Gentling the kiss, then finally ending it, he eased back, studying her flushed face as he ran his hand along the warm satin that covered her back. It wasn’t often that a person got to experience a first kiss with another for the second time. In their case, it could be argued that this was their third “first kiss.” Her dark eyes slowly opened to his, searching for answers, having the clue but uncertain of the puzzle. “I didn’t dream the other kiss, did I?” she finally asked softly, her cheeks tinged with color. “It was a memory…”

“A very good memory,” he confirmed with a smile, his eyes still full of intensity.

“Help me remember more, Jack,” she whispered.

* * * * *

Have I ever missed a whole chunk of story here?! Fantastic! Got my poor heart beating, AND, since I am perfect and never to blame for anything, I will blame you for ruining my early night plans with your brilliant story ! Jack/Sue AND Bobby/Tara moments, gotta love that!

The door closed as Lucy departed, the rest of the team having left minutes earlier. They hadn’t stayed long, but she was feeling the effects of the evening. Covering her mouth as a huge yawn overtook her, she turned with chagrin to see Jack approaching with a tender expression. “Sorry, I’m just very tired all of a sudden.”

He nodded and then looked across the room. She followed his gaze to where Violet was coming through the door. “Hi, there,” she smiled, her warm gaze on Sue, “how are you feeling?”

“Good!” she responded, then sagged back into the pillows, her actions belying her answer. “Tired, actually. My head is still a little sore.”

Violet nodded kindly. “That’s to be expected. I was going to tell your friends to skedaddle and let you rest, but I see they figured it out for themselves.”

Sue frowned in confusion. “You were going to tell them to what?”

“Oh… sorry…” She looked to Jack for help, and he touched Sue’s arm.

“Uh, S-K-E-D-A-D-D-L-E, I think that’s how it’s spelled. It means disperse or leave.” He glanced at Violet for confirmation and she nodded quickly.

“Skedaddle,” Sue repeated carefully. “That’s a fun word.” She smiled tiredly. “Think we could get Jack to skedaddle so I can get some sleep?”

“We can try,” Violet responded, turning an expectant gaze toward Jack.

Jack shook his head, his eyes on Sue. “I’m not leaving… not yet.”

“Jack…”

“Sue…” He sat gently on the edge of her bed, taking her hand in his. “You are remembering more of that night and what happened. You’re bound to have nightmares from it… I have nightmares from it.” He rubbed her hand lightly. “I don’t want you to go through that alone… I want to be here… for you…” He glanced slightly at Violet, appreciating all she had done, but needing privacy to share the rest of his thought. Lifting his hand, he signed, and for me. a bit clumsily, but knowing by the look in her eyes that Sue understood.

Holding his gaze, Sue finally smiled softly and nodded, turning to Violet. “I guess he’s staying.”

“Let’s get you tucked in, then,” Violet answered, shaking her head slightly, though her eyes betrayed her true feelings at what she saw between them. “I can’t imagine choosing to spend the night in one of those chairs,” she muttered good-naturedly for Jack’s benefit.

Answering only with a brief smile, Jack stood and wandered to the window, giving Violet some time to settle Sue for the night. His emotions were in turmoil; he hadn’t given Sue a choice in the matter, but it was something he needed to do. She had suffered nightmares from her ordeal with Simon, and he hadn’t been able to do anything to help. This time was different. His love for her no longer silent or hidden, he could be there for her this time… could and would, as much as she would let him.

His mind drifted over the moments they’d shared before and during dinner. He had feared overwhelming her, but her heart had remembered what her mind had forgotten, smoothing the way along the path they had traveled before in turmoil, this time in peace. Violet’s soft “goodnight” roused him from his thoughts and he turned, returning the sentiment, and then looked over toward the bed to find Sue watching him quietly.

“Are you sure about this, Jack?” she asked softly. “I’ll be alright if you’d rather go home, I promise.”

He put his hands in his pockets, shaking his head slowly. “I’ll rest better if I’m here with you tonight.”

Glancing dubiously at the chair, Sue took a deep breath. “When is the last time you slept in a real bed?”

He arched a brow, regarding her curiously. “Why do you ask?”

She held out her hand to him. “Come here… please.” Unable to deny her, he approached the bed, taking her hand and sinking down to sit beside her, surprised when she moved away slightly. “There’s plenty of room…” she murmured, her boldness warring with her shyness.

His heart pounded at what she was offering. “Sue… I… you don’t have to do this.”

“And you don’t have to stay,” she countered. “But since you are, and you’re so sure I’m going to have nightmares, wouldn’t it be easier if you’re right here?” He pursed his lips at her logic, wanting to be close to her but wondering if accepting the opportunity was also taking advantage. Her eyes implored him and he was lost, kicking off his shoes and stretching out beside her.

Her blankets remained between them and he pulled an extra one from the foot of her bed, covering them both before opening his arms to her. With movements that betrayed her shyness, she settled closer to him, tipping her face up to glance at him. Catching her chin, he held it tenderly as he brushed a light kiss across her lips, feeling the electricity of the simple contact all the way to his toes. Forcing himself to calm, he met her eyes. “Sleep well,” he whispered, brushing his hand along her cheek as she settled into the curve of his shoulder. Her hand came to rest over his heart, bringing a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

It had been a difficult journey, fraught with obstacles and detours, some even placed by their own hands. And yet, here they were… two hearts, one love, and a lifetime ahead of them. That she would share it with him was all he could ever ask.

* * * * *

Epilogue

a month and a half later…

The wind blustered with the hint of coming snow as Sue tucked her coat more securely around herself and made her way across the parking lot. The grey walls of the mental institution behind her did nothing to make the dreary day any brighter, for those inside its walls or out. Levi perked his ears and paused, alerting her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to find Jack leaning against the side of her car.

“Jack… what are you doing here?”

He straightened, keeping his hands in his pockets against the chill and until he knew her reaction. Loving Sue was the best thing he’d ever experienced in his life; but balancing his need to protect and care for her with her need for independence was a challenge he hadn’t quite mastered, and suspected would take a lifetime to achieve. “I saw you looking at the case file on my desk… and then when you said you had to leave early… well, I had a feeling this was where you were going.” Biting his lower lip, he kept his chin down, watching her through his lashes. A myriad of emotions reflected in her eyes and he risked speaking again. “I would have come with you…”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? I thought that you would try to talk me out of it.”

Shrugging sheepishly, he took a step towards her. “I probably would have tried… but then, I don’t have very good luck talking you out of too many things, do I?” Her small smile acknowledged the truth in his words. “Did you see him?”

“Through a window… that’s all they would allow…” Her eyes were sad with the memory as she looked away. “At least he’s getting some help…”

“And what about you?” he asked softly when she looked back, finally raising his hand to tuck a stray hair back that had blown into her face. “Did it help you?” Her eyes filled with tears and he offered his arms, closing his eyes as she buried herself in his embrace. She wept silently for the man who had become trapped in his own mind, and for the memories she would never recover, taking comfort in the arms of the man who held her heart.

Pulling back slightly, she brushed at her tears, giving in and leaning against him as he gently wiped them away for her. “I still don’t remember, Jack…” She met his gaze, finding tenderness and care in his eyes. “I guess I never will. But it’s over now… I can accept it.”

His hands cupping her face, he searched her eyes, finally seeing hints of the fearless confidence that had been missing since the ordeal. “It’s over now,” he echoed, leaning down to touch his lips to hers.

Helping her into the car, Jack looked over his shoulder at the institution, breathing a sigh that they could finally put it all behind them and get on with their lives. The first flakes of snow began to fall as he walked around the car, reaching for the door. He never saw the despondent figure of Sid Mulligan staring out the window, his broken spirit mourning what he would forever seek, but never find. Not that it mattered. Without his half-brother to help him escape again, there was no way he would ever leave the walls of the institution. His one chance had been taken, and lost in a single, fateful night.


THE END

...and it serves him right n' all! Great adding the snow at the end, makes it even more desolate. Great story, gave us chills and fuzzies to enjoy, and I did!

What a wonderful paragraph and ending!

Marimba, just caught up on your posts!! This is an incredible story - so scary and so Halloween!! I loved every minute of it!!

Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!!

Joy

glad sue is ok.
maybe its a good thing she can't remember everything. at least she remembers jack and that they finally admitted their feelings for one another.
aww jack cuddling with her to help her with nightmares...and himself