Saving the World One Bra at a Time

Sophia had no doubt that Reese would follow her to the copter and so she didn’t even bother letting go of his hand. They reached it right after Tom and climbed in. She wasn’t sure which was worse. . . sitting across from a couple of people that had led her down the path of ‘saving the world’ or near the man that had tried to rape her, yet saved her life countless times. She did however feel responsible for Reese at the moment and she hated. . . absolutely hated that feeling. She’d not been responsible for another human being before Gabriella since she stopped babysitting as a teenager, now she had the weight of the world on her shoulders as well as the worry that Gabriella was feeling the same weight that she was.

Her fingers stayed locked with Reese as time slipped by. She hadn’t heard Tom’s comments, the copter to loud for them to talk normally and she was beyond really caring what the man had to say unless it pertained to some new crime drama that he would undoubtably be involved in.

She looked at her mother and noticed the look of both fear and desire and she wondered what her parent was thinking. There was a look of concern on her face each time she looked at the building and then her watch. Her father had Cass’ wrist in a death grip, he too studied his watch. She understood immediately why they were concerned with the time and she made a movement to exit the copter.

Her father’s eyes stilled her movements as well as the click of his weapon. She glared at him. He’d answer for holding her hostage while what she assumed was a time-bomb clicked away the seconds of her sister’s life; Mark came to mind, but he was just another casualty, no different then Tom if one were to look in Sophia’s heart.
 
Her pleasure ripples over him like a tidal wave, dragging him along with it, swamping his senses with pleasure and pain. It not quite like when she strangled him, but it is close. It's the same intensity, the same sense of life and death urgency. He slams int0o her again and is still then, his sounds of pleasure lost in the mouthful of her that his teeth are locked into.

The spasms race through him, nerve endings screaming, blood oozing from several places though none are as bad as the hold he now has, blood staining his teeth, body frozen with pleasure for what seems much longer than it is, maybe thirty seconds from his last renewed bite, his seed pumping into her in hot spurt after hot spurt.

He pulls away, letting her slide to the ground, straightening his clothing, ignoring the superficial wounds that now mark his body. "I bit you harder than I thought...That is going to need something." He leaves their conversation alone. She'll do what she does and at least for now, he'll be there. He bandages her up quickly, hearing the copter outside. He can't clean all the blood but he can stop it and does.

He moves towards the door, at her side, not really looking at her but not making an effort to move his gaze away from her either. Were one to look into his eyes even he could not say what they would see. There is determination, a temporarily sated passion, a curiosity, and maybe others, like pain, anger, love. Who knows? Only time will tell what he thinks and feels.
 
Sometime while they were tearing each other apart and coming, Victor left. Gabi didn't see him go, she was drinking in the moment and sensations, but she wasn't surprised later when it was obvious. He was always leaving it seemed.

Mark exploded inside her, she felt him quickening and intensifying. Then she slid down to the floor.

It's time to go. She surges up and starts moving toward the helicopter while pulling on her clothes. She's done this sort of things countless times. She is practiced in pulling her clothes on quickly, while moving. She has experience in bleeding and oozing sex juices but acting as if everything is normal or even a fucking Disney movie. Rarely has the sex hurt so good. Only Victor and Mark have been able to cotton on to her needs and satisfy her so quickly. She plasters on a sweet smile that shows off her dimples.

Gabi pauses so Mark can stop the bleeding she barely noticed.

"Thanks." She says but it's not clear exactly what she is thanking him for.

Then they ran together toward the Helicopter. She climbed up, found a seat and buckled in. Her eyes were cold and distant as she stares at her parents. She felt Mark's body close to her, smells their fuck on them both. The smile remains but it doesn't reach her eyes, they are still icy.

They had barely lifted off before the lab exploded causing some turbulence in the air. Gabrielle smiles. Victor's little hippie fuck toy just got blown to shit.

Her cool blue eyes survey the others watching for any reaction. The helicopter finally leveled off and flue away from the burning disaster beneath.

So much for saving the world. The vaccine was just blown to hell. She hadn't done it but the world was waiting for the miracle that Justin had produced there. Now he was dead.

The results of his experiments and concoctions were destroyed too. If it had happened before Emmett's "Angels of Death," had gone out into the world and infected it, all those people around the globe would not be ill. As it was, they were ill and quickly dying. She thought the draining would help, but not anymore. Gabi had allowed those doctors and nurses to drain her as if she were a fucking blood facet because she believed it was needed and would help the world.

She closed her eyes suddenly feeling exhausted and surprisingly nauseous. It wasn't like her to feel sick this way. She usually loved to fly. Flying was usually a wonderful adventure. Why then, did she feel sick and not like her normally playful self?

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Justin held Rain's hand. He looked into her eyes lovingly.

"I'm so glad they found you! I'm going to save you, I promise you that. Everything will be alright now." He murmured to her over and over.

Rain's face looked tired. There were dark smudges under her eyes from the illness and lack of sleep.

"I love you." She said to him, her eyes were tragically ill in appearance but also warm and full of love.

"I don't deserve you." Justin said. His eyes meeting hers, and watering with emotion. "This is all my fault. I don't care what happens to me anymore. I just want you to be okay.

Her tiny hand reached out to him. The hair under her arm bristled and moved as she took his hand.

"Everyone deserves love." She told him believing it.

"I love you Rain. I love you so much." He said kissing her hand.

Their world went nova just then, all light, heat and sound but how much did they know of it?

Four doctors, six nurses, one scientist, eight soldiers, 128 lab rats, all of the possible vaccines , data on the disease, and one "typhoid Mary" were evaporated in an explosion. It was almost as if they never existed.

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Ha-Neul was off the ship now and back with his cell. He found the meeting to be interesting. Were his superiors actually arguing about what to do? It was obvious what had to be done. Politics fucked everything up. It was an age old story. Now the meeting had ground to a standstill as the ass wipes argued. So what if this or that country took offense? This was about something that could destroy them all, didn't they understand that?

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In Bolivia one of the most notorious weapon's dealers in the world was also taking a meeting. That he had thus far escaped being caught by any of the major powers that wanted to kill or contain him was impressive. So was the group of men included in this meeting. They were all ruthless and cunning. They all ached to right wrongs as they saw them. There was less arguing about what to do. The main conflict was over who would have the privilege of starting the last Jihad on earth.
 
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The explosion rolled through the air, the heat slamming against everything living that was within its touch. Sophia jerked from the surprise of it and her eyes widened. Her sister could have been stuck in there and her father would have let her die, her mother wasn’t an innocent either. She felt the anger in her building and she wanted to scream at them. She looked to Gabi and saw her eyes, she could never read Gabi’s eyes completely. They shifted from distrust, anger, despair, sorrow. . . but there was one thing that Sophia never saw in her sister’s eyes. . . shock. It was as if nothing shocked Gabi.

Sophia wondered what it would be like if Gabi and her just disappeared together. They just ceased to exist and they went to the tropics, wore bikinis and made love to decent, normal men under the sun. She’d never faked her death before. She looked over to her parents. They had. They had pulled it off brilliantly. Now Sophia wondered if she and Gabi could do that. . . would Gabi go for it? Could they just disappear?

Biting her lower lip she kept her thoughts to herself and thought long and hard on whether her sister would be interested in leaving it all behind. The copter lifted the group of saviors and Sophia found herself falling asleep against Reese’s shoulder with dreams of her and her sister frolicking in the surf and drinking margaritas on the sand, while men with bronzed flesh oiled their skin. Thoughts of the virus and the people still infected never crossed her mind, there wasn’t much they could do now . . . and her dreams were taking her to a much more pleasant fantasy.
 
Alex smirked as he watched the expression cross everyone’s face. He had known everything would be destroyed. . . everything had been done just so he could get the two beautiful women and his wife back with him. What man wouldn’t want his wife and his daughters back by his side. That was after all where they belonged. They all belonged to him.

He looked at the three men. Three men that were not good enough for the ladies in his life. Mark obviously had fucked two of them and if he was like most men, he’d be trying to screw his way into Sophia’s sex too. Reese had only had his way with Sophia as far as Alex knew, but Cass could have screwed him to, but something told him that wasn’t the case. Tom - - Tom was a loose cannon. He was a silent enemy that would need to be removed if things continued on the paths that he was plotting.

Once the copter was on its way, he released the tight hold on Cass’s wrist, brought it up to his lips and licked the bruise.

“Beautiful,” he told her, biting the purple circles of her wounded skin. He placed her hand on his thigh and left it there.

He took out his phone and text sent a message to his team and knew they’d be there with the jet ready. After they were on the jet, they’d head to his place in the Everglades and enjoy a nice family reunion. Alex was about to click off his phone when a message appeared. He read through it and smirked.

“Doesn’t think we know about the meeting huh?” he muttered to himself and answered the message with the words. . . “watch and observe” he then shut the screen and left the phone on vibrate.
 
Her head was so heavy on his shoulder, the weight of the world falling on her. It was as if she were some titan, some sentinel always ready to fight, always prepared to defend. They were fightes for other people, other causes. In the end of the day, they went to sleep at night, alone, solving nothing for themselves, the war wounds of other people's battles still fresh on their skin.

He gave a sidelong glance at everyone else, before cuddling next to Sophia, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

He could be her hero.

Reese had always wanted to be someone's hero. It was a fantasy long since explored in his own mind. So many killed, so few protected. He was the one who came in and cleaned up the mess, while Sophia was the one who came in to try and stop guys like him.

But, now he could be the opposite. He could be the one protecting her, watching out for her, and making sure nothing happened to her.

As Reese drifted off to sleep, he thought that was exactly what he was going to do.
 
Cassandra’s sex was still tingling when the copter landed at the private airfield and the group moved into the private jet. She still hadn’t gotten a chance to approach her daughters and knew that it was time to break the ice. As the aircraft flew several thousands of feet above ground she kissed Alex on the cheek and then moved to the back of the jet where Alex kept a fully stocked bar. She brought out a bottle of wine, goblets for the group and poured three glasses, leaving the rest there if the others wanted some.

She walked over to her daughters and handed each a crystal goblet, then she took a seat so she could speak to both of them. “I won’t beat around the bush and ask for forgiveness. . . I just want to tell you if I could have changed it all. . . I would have. But I left because of this life. This life you both are in. . . a life I didn’t want you to grow up in.”

She looked at Alex, then back to the girls. “I gave up this life when I met your father and married him. I faked my death to be with him. They found me. . . called me up that day and told me I came back into the field or my family. . . my twins and my husband would be in a field six feet under. It took all this time for me to get strong enough that I could come for you and bring you back to me.”

Cass swallowed some of her wine and waited for one of her daughters to break the tension. She knew it wouldn’t be easy and she almost felt her heart break as they both sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. She looked over to Alex who had said nothing. . . just listened and stared, as if he were watching a great work of art, and all the emotions that played within it.
 
Mark sits silently, sleeping the sleep up those who are tired beyond exhaustion. He wakes long enough to join those on the jet before dozing off again. He figures about the only place he'll be able to sleep with this bunch is during transit times. There if something goes wrong he can't do anything anyways.
 
Sophia said nothing for the longest time, just looked at her mother. She wasn’t sure what to say to a woman that she thought had been dead all her life. A mother sat across from her, one that was just suddenly expecting them to be a happy family.

“This will take time,” she told the woman across from her. “Cassandra.” She looked over at her father and studied him. He was a handsome man and she could see specks of him and their mother in the features of Gabi and herself.

She swallowed the desire to just start over. Her heart would not open to her mom or dad. She wanted out. She wanted to run with Gabi and just disappear. She held on to Reese’s hand and squeezed it. She wondered if he would come with her. If she left. . . would he come with her.

Sophia looked back at her mother. “I don’t think you’re the only one that should be over here talking to us. He should be too. . . or do you expect us to believe he wasn’t involved?” Sophia looked at her father and wondered when the big man was gonna speak up.
 
Tom looked at Gabrielle for the pain inside her eyes. He hoped it was there. Here, her mother was opening up, explaining why she abandoned her daughters on a whim, and trying to make her understand that she was, after all, only human.

It is the most heartbreaking thing in the world to realize your parent only human. The first real moment your illusion of childhood is shattered. When Mommy isn't Wonderwoman, and daddy isn't Superman. They each turn out to be miserable little fucks that looked for a good time one night in each other's arms. Nothing more.

He loved to see the pain in her eyes because of it. Or, more importantly, that glaze of indifference, as if the pain doesn't come close to her. She might pretend that it didn't hurt her, that she didn't care. Oh, would she try to hide the pain?

Deny who she was?

He wondered, wild with excitement. She was already beautiful.
 
Gabi listened to her mother, she took the wine and drank it as if it were symbolic of something but she let nothing pass over her face to show what she was thinking. Looking at her sister her eyes attempted to bore into Sophia a bit.

She wondered if her sisters words and tone reflected her true feelings. All those years wasted boggled her mind. There was a time when, if one of them was hurt they both felt it and cried. Thatwas before they were torn apart and programmed. Gabrielle had nearly forgotten her twin all these years. The empty feeling inside her couldn't be filled by anything. It couldn't be filled by pain, death, pleasure or even adrenaline, but oh she had tried.

It occurred to her that someone was behind all this. Someone had deliberately pulled the twins apart and fucked with their minds. Whoever had done it, should be dealt with, not quickly, no never that, but over a long painful period of time. A bruise for every bruise, a rape for each rape, a puncture for each puncture, she wanted to do it herself. Gabi smiled a little thinking of it. Her eyes swept her mother and her father as she thought about that. She decided it would be good to video the whole thing too. That way she'd have hours to enjoy when their bodies gave out and stopped.

When Sophie mentioned their father, Gabrielle cocked an eyebrow at him. She shifted her legs a little. She wondered just what the old man was made of?

Mark slept by her, Reese was by Soph but Victor was still keeping his distance. His little hippie tart had been blown to shit but he didn't seem to care. He didn't seem to care about that bitch, Sophie or Gabi. Well, why should he? Her parents had left her to save her right? Here was her mother saying how much she fucking cared? They'd killed her. As surely as if they'd used a 32 point blank, she had died when they had. The "homes" she'd been in and the institutions had made sure of that. So why should Victor care about her? Why should anyone?

Gabrielle let out a harsh little bark of laughter and felt nauseous again. It wasn't like her to feel this way. Riding on a jet was fun usually. At least the way she usually rode in one. This wasn't any fun at all. This was bullshit, it was getting steep, the smell was getting to her, she decided.

"Excuse me." She said politely. She unhooked her seat belt, gave a pretty smile to her parents and sister, then stood up and headed for the bathroom.
 
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The jet continued flying as the group inside it waited for more axes to fall. Alex thought about telling his side of things, but didn’t. He didn’t need to. He had done all this for them. The girls and his Cass were back with him. He owned them once more. He called to Cass and the look in his eyes told her to come back to him. Then he looked over to Sophia and smiled softly. He’d almost followed Gabriella to the back of the jet, but when she entered the ladies room, he knew she needed space. So he allowed it.

Once Cassandra returned to his side her took her hand in his and held it. He was one of the few that had not rested and as much as Alex hated to admit he was human, he too would eventually need to rest. He reclined his chair and placed Cass’s hand on his lap, before closing his eyes and finding sleep. He was still awake though, only his body rested, not his mind. Alex’s mind never rested.

They’d be landing in a few hours and after a couple of days at his home the group would be scattered again, but this time he’d never lose track of his girls. He thought of the small devices that he had created for them all to wear and it was that thought, the thought of never truly being separated from his girls ever again that helped him rest. He kept his eyes closed and listened to those around him as well as for his daughter's returning steps.

He took advantage of the silence and waited for the pilot to give the seat-belt command. A limo would be ready to escort them to his home, their was no fear of being taled. When he landed in Florida he'd be Alex Donald's a mult-million dollar philanthropist, highly respected.

His cover was solid, because if it wasn't. . .several senators, governors and former vice-presidents would be dead as would the current Commander in Chief. There would be no worries in Florida and after he had the devices implanted there would be no worries on losing his property ever again either.
 
"It's ok," He hugged Sophia as he gave a sideways glance at her father, "He'll speak when he's ready. They all will. It is just a lot to go through. Let them seperate, and calm down. Then we can sit and talk, like a family. I can make tea, I know how to make incredible tea. It's an Eastern tea, made with botanical flowers and suishi leaves."

He held Sophia carefully, her hand clapsed in his own, warm and comfortable, sitting near each other, their skin touching caressing ever so gently.

"We can talk about it, if you like. Just you and me. You can open up, it is ok. Do you want some of the tea?"
 
"Don't you dare run from it," He came up behind her, unexpected, unsounded, and pushed her hard into the mirror. It cracked against their rush, spider veins pouring out from her head. She looked at herself as pain and the odd fragments of the mirror conjoined together on the surface. Two Gabrielle's stuck against each other, as two Tom's held her there with sheer force.

"This is pain. Remember it? That's how we met, pain on a jet bathroom. It's a fitting place as any for you to accept it. And accept it you will."

He came close to her, could smell the sweat on her, the very secretion of her pours. So many smells came up to him, her musk, unrecognizable and daring, sharp as a razor's edge.

"Don't run away from it, "He whispered between gritting teeth, "Don't you dare. You accept it. Accept the pain. That's your mother out there, and your father. They abandoned you, they left you, they made sure sick fucks like me got in their jolly's before they brought you back to them, thinking you would just forget all of it and come together in one of those stupid fucking family hugs. Isn't that perfect, the cute little family back once more? Sophia had it off well, nice foaster homes, nice life, nice fake existence, and then she learns, oh, her parents are still alive and she is really part of some second generation Spy game. You? No, you got to be raped and fucked and left in the gutter. Now they are picking you up, dusting you off and making you dance around for them. Aren't they??? Aren't they?"

He pushed her against the mirror again, harder. It cracked, blood fell down the shattered glass, droplets riveting inside the small stainless steel sink.

"I want you to feel this pain, love. Feel it. Your little fuck toy can't help you with this pain. He's sleeping in the other room, looks like your by yourself once more. But you can't keep running anymore, you can't keep running you stupid little bitch. You need to accept this, you need to understand it."

He pushed her head harder.

"This..."

Harder.

"Is..."

Harder.

"PAIN!!!"
 
Mark wakes at the rising of Gabi. He watches the passing of the two, first Gabi and then Tom. For whatever reason no one responds to the man's passing. Then he hears the crunching of glass and Victor's voice rising and rising. He'd not be so stupid to be fucking her right here would he? And it is way too quick. Even for Gabi from what he has seen.

He was sitting a little ways back. The others are talking, distracted. So he slides out of his seat, palming his 357 Magnum as he does so. He couldn't explain it but he has a feeling something is really wrong. He opens the door slowly, just in case something -is- amiss.

He looks in, silent til he sees them both still clothed, Gabi bleeding with glass stuck in her forehead and looking more shocked than feeling pleasure. The muzzles raises, as does his voice, cold as the steel in his palm. " Whoever the hell you are, stay still. Don't try anything either. Hey, Gabi. Should I walk away, wound, or shoot to kill?"

He wouldn't hesitate. He was told to protect her. That's his assignment so it is what he will do. And he likes her. She is a great fuck. And he wants to get to know her a bit more. There are so many positions they have not tried yet. If she tells him to walk away, he will but he's got the urge to pull the trigger.
 
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Gabi wondered if anyone would follow her, Mark, her Daddy or Victor. If so what would they try, to kill her, to fuck her or to just talk. It was an opportunity for someone if they took it, but mostly she went because she actually felt sick and needed a break.

It was a rare thing for her. Except for the tumor, she had nearly always been healthy. Since the Rambaldi device went off on her, along with Sophia, Reese and Victor, she'd been healthier than ever, healing quickly and throwing off any germs that came near her. So why did she feel about to throw up now? It could just be her emotions getting to her, if so she hated them all the more for putting her in this position.

She made it to the bathroom, her nausea increasing, trying to push against her throat and out. Gabrielle was fighting it when Victor slammed her into the mirror. She looked at her duo selves and at Victor's. She listened to his rant strangely passive, except that she ground her ass against his crotch a little.

Her face seemed to turn a little pale, even a little green. Gabi continued to fight the gorge that rose in her throat while Victor spewed his words at her and kept the physical pressure up too.

Mark was suddenly there with his gun. Gabrielle reacted very little, they didn't know it but she was concentrating on not vomiting. Quietly, she began to speak, her voice sounded tight as if she were angry and strong.

"Thanks, Mark. I've got this. Shut the door." She bit out each word, not unkindly but she clearly wanted to deal with this herself.

She waited like that face bleeding into the glass until the door shut. The taste of vomit was burning in her throat. Finally she fought it down.

"What do you want me to call you?" She asks. "Lock the damn door." She moves her ass against his crotch again, slowly, deliberately grinding into him waiting for him to lock it.

"Just who the FUCK are you to tell me what to do?" She suddenly growls at him kicking back into his crotch and spinning around. Her face scraps against the glass more as she does so, it helps her focus. Her pupils are small little dots, her fury evident as she grabs the front of his shirt and pushes him back against the wall of the small bathroom. Her brain clicks back on details that had been hazy and they pour out of her.

"Who's a bitch here? Not me! I think you've been my bitch isn't that right? Do I remember? Oh yeah, I do. I remember it all now! Fucking in the bathroom, fucking on the train, dying for you, being ass raped by you. We loved it didn't we? We fit well didn't we? Yeah. I remember promising to kill you and ass rape you and you wanted it didn't you?"

Her brows raised and her mouth twisted. She licked at the blood streaming down her face.

"But do you remember this? You called me Sophia? You wanted HER. You didn't want me. You wanted to hurt HER, rape HER. Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't even care about me do you? You had to have HER. Then what, first hairy hippie bitch that comes along you have to have her too? What's that about? Who gave you the details of my life? Who told you to tell me what to do? What gives you the right? What gives you the interest? PAIN??? I know pain. The kind you give me is fine. But don't you dare tell me what to do when you don't even care about me. WHO the FUCK are you? YOU tried to kill me just a few hours ago. Do YOU remember that? Only you were ONE bullet too short weren't you? Tell me why you should . . . SHIT!" She let go of Victor suddenly. Gabi grabbed the toilet lid opened it and began vomiting violently.
 
Tom bent over behind her and held her hair. He paused for a moment, long enough to let her words sink in, curious as to why she had been this way. She must have been sitting on that monologue for a long time now, letting it fester inside her, pushing it around like some hollow ball punching through her mind at supersonic speeds.

"Calm down," He said, his hand moving back to her, soothing her, "Let it happen."

Hippy chick? What hippy chick? Was there a hippy chick? Not one that he remember, no one he could think of that was ever part of the hippy movement. Not even his mom. If she had been, that would have changed everything. His name wouldn't be Tom anymore, it would be Moonbeam or Star, or Rain...

Rain? Was that the hippy chick she thought about so much. He had needed her, called out an A.P.B. for Rain, sought her out as he abandoned Gabrielle to the winds. She felt jealous.

How appealing.

"It was for Justin," he said, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her between heaves. He had to give her a few clues to remember which of the jackasses they had meant at the facility was Justin.

"He loved her, and Reese was dying. Justin wouldn't work on Reese unless I found Rain for him. So, I did. I had to, otherwise Reese would have died, and Sophia would have never forgiven me."

He nodded at that, "Yeah, I loved her. I still love her, I can't help that. We spent five years together, and there was always tension. That doesn't mean we had a good time, does it? That doesn't mean you need to hide your pain from me, from anyone. If you want me for you, then you should have said something from the moment we met, the moment you allowed to call yourself Sophia. I think you don't want to be loved. You still have this fantasy that either someone needs to hurt you in order to love you, or they need to be in love with someone else and just use you."

Tom sighed for a moment, letting his hand ride along the line of the sink.

"Think whatever you want, Gabbi... "
 
Her long straight blonde hair, even with all she'd been through, felt like silk. It took a moment to realize Victor was actually being nice to her, holding her hair. The shock of it ran through her like a high voltage wire but then the next spew force itself out of her and she was once again vulnerable.

The partially digested contents of her stomach looked and smelled horrible in the tiny metal toilet on the plane. She could see colors and lumps she didn't remember ever eating. They were joined by the blood dripping freely from her face.

Her eyes were shedding involuntary tears from her bodies convulsive vomiting. She could smell and feel the bile in her nose. Yet, he stayed with her he even began rubbing her back the way her parents used to when she was a little girl and sick. Another shock ran through her body from his gentle touch.

Her ears strained to hear what he would say though what difference it could make she wasn't sure. She had been drawn to him like no one else though and he was being nice.

She found herself actually doing what he said, calming, waiting, going with what her body needed. Her normal thing was to fight. She always had to fight to survive. That was the one rule she counted on.

Gabi was soon vomiting nothing much more than clear foamy drabs of liquid. The dry heaves were more painful after everything was gone from her stomach. She moved from toilet to facet and back to put enough liquid in that it wouldn't hurt so much.

"I'm not supposed to get sick." She said under her breath. Finally the horrible bout ended and she moved back to the sink to clean up as best she could, her right hand flushing the contents of her stomach.

"I liked you being my Victor but I'm not Sophia and never can be." She said to him, her voice sounded sad and tired.

She cleaned her mouth and face as well as she could and turned to face him. Their bodies in the small space were constantly touching and rubbing one another. She looked wan. Her right arm went against the door as if she had to hold herself up.

"I met you when I was a little crazy, we both were, I think. You were cute. I only wanted a simple fuck. It's what I tend to do on planes to who the hell cares land. Something about you, just, fit. I thought the same was true for you. We were well matched sexually at least like no one before you. Until you said her name. I played along because I thought the drugs and wound had you fucked up enough to make a mistake. I thought you were there to kill me." She rolled her eyes.

"I must be nuts still even talking about this with you. At that point I think we'd known each other all of twenty five minutes or so. You think I should have made a declaration?" She shook her head.

"It was a cold hard slap in the face but that's okay, I can deal. My point is, if you think about the time we had together, when, if I wanted to claim you, as you call it was a good time? Everything was always messed up, except the sex and how I, never mind. You love her. What difference does it make? I'd say you broke my heart but that would be a little presumptuous of me." She chuckled. Her expression wry.

"You may think you know all about me but let me tell you one last thing. Not being loved, being hurt by people who claim they love me or who love someone else instead of me, those aren't my fantasies. Why would I fantasize my reality? My dreams and fantasies are not of what I have always known. I promise you that." She closed her eyes and slumped a little. Gabrielle was exhausted from thinking and feeling. The spy game was always rough but now it was rougher. She'd said her piece but what good would it do? Another dry chuckle came out of her.

"Thanks for, well, you know." She said and reached for the doorknob.
 
"You know what, think what you want. I came in here to try to help you. If you think I came in here because I love some weird girl I left, or your sister who I haven't even talked to since you came back, then you go on and think that. You keep pushing everyone away, and that's just what's going to happen, Gabrielle."

He opened the door for her, and walked out first, moving down once more to one of the comfy lounge seats. He gave a nod at the other man, the one who kept seeing determined to shoot him in the head. Gabrielle's protector. What a man, he hoped the guy well, for a fucking moron.

He got a glass of champaigne, and waited for the plane to land.
 
Mark shrugs at any who make a comment or look at him when he comes back out, then waits, thinking. He does grab the first aid kit however. He knows Gabrielle will need it. He gets gauze, forceps and the like ready.

He watches the two come out, looking at Tom. Or Victor. Whatever his name is. Mark can't really remember if he's been told the name or not. He sees how Gabrielle looks and wants to shoot the man again. Maybe if he gets the chance later. Who knows when his use will be up? Maybe Cass will give him the pleasure.
 
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Gabi ground her teeth in frustration. She could still taste the tang of vomit in her own mouth. What the hell did he mean? He hadn't told her anything.

He was maddening! Anything she thought she had figured out, he said was wrong and was only what she wanted to think. He never even said what he wanted her to call him. Yet, she felt something for him that she couldn't seem to kill. She followed him. Her now, pale face got close to his. She whispered into his ear.

"When you want me to know something different TELL me." Gabrielle hissed.

She went to the galley to look for something to settle her stomach.

Holding onto the backs of chairs as she went back up the plane's corridor she smiled weakly at anyone who caught her eye. The sort of weak, don't ask, don't tell sort of smile, that the spy business taught you early.

She was confused, pissed and embarrassed for all kinds of reasons.
 
Cassandra watched the parade of people leave the back of the jet and felt her body stiffen. Mark came out first, barely giving her a glance, next came Tom and then Gabriella. It was the look of her daughter that had Cass out of her seat and her husband’s attention awake. She stared for a moment at Mark and Tom, hate rolling in her eyes as well as disgust for the both of them. Her hands take the medical equipment from the man and if he thinks of stopping her, the barrel of her gun convinces him to shut up and sit down.

She says nothing only looks over to Sophia and motions for her to stay put also. She doesn’t trust any of them, even her husband seems to have his own secret agenda. She makes her way in the same direction as Gabriella and watches as she finds something to settle her stomach.

“When your ready. . . I can stitch you up, if you’ll let me.” She looked at her daughter, a look of longing, one that just spoke, “please let me help.”

Cass wondered if she would be allowed in or if her life had been so horrid that there was nothing left in Gabriella’s heart for her Mother.

“I’ll wait,” she told her. She leaned against the entry way. “I’ll wait until your ready.” Her fingers trembled as she held the medical supplies in her hands, a look of want so clearly evident on her face.
 
The key is gensing. It was the new wonder drug of the millenium. People seemed to buy just about anything with gensing in it these days, thinking it healthy and nutritious. They didn't know that gensing works only well in small forms, and only with the right combinations of ingredients.

He had them all out now, in the front of the jet, the kitchenette with an amazing amount of supplies he'd need to make the perfect tea.

The water was heating, small pieces of dried orange peel, artichoke heart, mint, spruce leaves, billy goat weed, and just the right amount of gensing. It was the perfect tea. He even put a little sugar in for good measure.

"Here you go," He gave everyone a cup. He kissed Sophia on the cheek when he handed it to her.

"I think you definitely need this," He said, care and concern in his voice. She has acted so strange lately, so weird. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but hoped that some nice and relaxing tea would help.

He moved up to Cassandra, handing one to her, and then Gabrielle.

"Oh, you poor thing. This will help. It will ease muscles and help you think. I made it myself. I call it calming tea. I learned it in Hong Kong."

He offered her a cup, smiling.
 
Sophia

Sophia watched Reese walk around the jet passing out tea and almost gagged. She watched her mother and sister converse, and she watched Reese stop to talk to Gabi too, another damn cup of tea in his hand. Something was off about her ex-lover, something she just wasn’t willing to accept. If her mother saw this display of simple-mindedness ,she feared for Reese’s life. Her thoughts went back to her sister and if it hadn’t been for her mother going to Gab’s side Sophia would have.

There was a flash on the wall and the “Fasten Seat Belts” announcement came soon after. She buckled herself back in and stared over at her father, she wondered what he wanted to do to the two men that had just come from abusing Gabi. She knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to pull her sister aside, she wanted out, she wanted free. Her eyes tried to follow the conversation, she studied their lips and made out a few words, but not many.

When the plane began its final descent she tucked herself into her seat and waited for the rest to return to theirs and buckle in. She wondered what was next. What lay in store for them? She had a feeling faking her death wouldn’t be as easy as she desired it to be. But hadn’t her parents done it and wasn’t it true. . . the apple never fell far from the tree. In her and Gabi’s case it seemed that way. They were a family of spies and that had to account for something.
 
He’ll always wonder why he didn’t shoot Mark or Tom that day, but he didn’t. Something in Gabi’s face told him not to, something told him that had he killed the two men, Gabi wouldn’t have found a place in her life for him. His fingers though, rested on his weapon and his eyes remained steadfast on the two men. Which one had done it? Which one had sent her to the galley with a bloodied head? Did it really matter in the end? No, it didn’t.

The seat belt light came on, then the pilot came across the speakers. He returned his seat to its upright position and buckled up. He looked back toward Cass, Gabi, and Reese, another pawn to be toyed with and manipulated and he wondered if he needed devices placed in the men in this group as well. He shrugged his shoulders. It wouldn’t be necessary. . . he had a feeling wherever his girls went these men would surely follow.

They were like sheep. Little boys following the shepherdess to the slaughterhouse. He felt the plane’s wheels skate and grinned as he imagined finally taking his girls under his wings and shaping them into the family they were meant to be. Once they landed, they’d take the limo and head to his place in the Glades. There he’d set the next parts of his plan into motion, a plan that would keep his beauties always within reach.
 
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