Second Chances (22 page)

“Bollocks!” Gil retorted inelegantly. “You know nothing about him…”

“Actually, Mr Gillespie, you’re wrong there. I know all about him, and about you and Messrs Tate, Parker and Archer as well. I’ve read all your files and I’ve talked to Breslaw. Your Doc Sutherland is an interesting man, but—,” He checked his watch, then turned to the others, choosing to drop whatever line of thought had been in his mind. “Right, break’s over, lads. Get your gear and resume your duties. Mr Gillespie, I have a meeting soon. After that, we’ll see where we stand. The doctor might have come back by then…”

“By then it might be too late.”

“We’ll have to hope not, won’t we? Look, I have my orders and I can’t ignore them. We have equipment we have to sort out, jobs that take priority. I suggest you take the chance to relax and rest up. There’ll be plenty to do once the equipment is sorted.”

“I’ve rested enough! It’s about time someone did something! Well, if you won’t do anything…” Gil walked away, back toward the building, “…I will.” Somehow, he had to take back some control, do something, anything.

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It felt like he had been walking and searching for hours. Gil was coming back along the beach, half-listening to the sound of the surf crashing against the reef in the distance. The wind was getting up again, blowing the water of the lagoon into small wavelets. He stopped and looked out across the lagoon toward the main island with its high peak.
What the hell is out there,
he wondered.
Does anyone live there? Or are we the only beings for thousands of miles…? What the fuck am I doing here?
The sun was setting and a few stars winked in the blue. He turned back, quickening his pace to reach shelter before night fell, following the margins of the beach instead of risking his neck by trying to go through the trees. The last thing he wanted to do was trip over something.

The wind had dropped. The surf broke against the sand with a soft susurration. Gil was startled by a loud bark that broke the peacefulness.

“Roofie?” Gil followed the sound inland, picking his way carefully though the trees. The ground here was covered in a mass of leaves and broken branches. Negotiating it would have been difficult enough in daytime, but in the dusk, it was treacherous. Gil called to mind the first rule of rescue—
don’t put yourself in danger
—and shook his head at the irony. The undergrowth seemed to be much denser than other parts of the island he’d been in so far. The leaves looked different too, although his knowledge of botany was sketchy. He had no idea what the plants were–he sometimes had trouble telling salad vegetables apart–but the leaf shape looked unlike anything he’d seen to date.

There it was again, a bark followed by a whimper, definitely Roofie.

“Where are you, boy?” As Gil moved through the trees, what little light was left grew even dimmer as the canopy closed in overhead. He was stumbling about in darkness. “Roofie?” Again, the answering bark, closer this time. “Come on, lad, keep talking…” Gil took a step, then another, trying to test the ground under his feet. The ground was littered with fallen branches, slippery fronds, broken stems. His foot slid and he froze, breathing hard, one hand gripping onto a nearby tree.
Nearly.
A whine from Roofie made him pause,
that sounded almost as if it were beneath where I’m stood,
Gil thought.

He turned his head, trying to get his bearings. He let go the tree, took another step. Without warning, the ground moved under his feet, the world tilted and he lost his balance. With a startled shout, he made a grab for the tree again, but this time he missed. Debris tumbled around him, over him, he was falling, like Alice down the bloody rabbit hole.

@—}–—}——

A warm wet tongue on his face roused Gil sufficiently to realise he was in deep shit. What little light he could see was well above his present position. Which was where exactly? He reached out to the right and touched cold earth, reached out to the left and didn’t manage to touch anything before a searing pain shot through his arm.
Crap, that isn’t good.
Roofie snuffled his face again. The dog was close and yet Gil could only just make him out.
Okay, let’s stay calm, let’s assess the situation as you would normally. Normally? Is anything about this normal?
Gil tried to calm his breathing, although it was proving difficult. He was in a hole, in darkness, on a tropical island. God knew what else he was sharing it with…
Roofie isn’t worried,
he thought. That was something to hold on to. A sudden wave of dizziness hit him.
Fuck, did I hit my head?
He really didn’t know.

Gil braced himself and tried to roll over, aiming to get to his feet, but a fresh stab of pain shot up his left leg as he tried.
Oh, fucking fantastic…
The light-headedness was getting worse. He felt along his left arm and came up against resistance. His fingers came away sticky. Blood. Something had stabbed right through his arm…
Leave it,
his training kicked in through the daze,
leave it in there. It’s plugging the hole.

“Roofie, you need…to go for help…”
Lassie, come home,
he thought sourly, imagining Roofie tugging on Lyle’s shorts until the man followed him. But knowing Roofie, he would probably fuck off into the undergrowth again as soon as he was out and disappear after something that interested him, just like his owner.

Roofie was licking his face again. He was drifting, thinking was difficult. Damn, he had to get the dog out. There was a chance he would find his way home…
Home? Not bloody likely. Where was home anyway…?

“Roofie, you need to get out of here…” He got his good hand under the dog’s backside and pushed him upward. Roofie got the message and began to scrabble his way upwards, the downside being that Gil was showered in dirt. He kept pushing, though, digging the heel of his good leg into the ground and levering himself as far up as he could. Suddenly Roofie’s weight left his hand. He slid back, panting, muscles shaking. There was no way he was going to be able to climb out himself. He hadn’t the strength. He was alone and in the dark, injured and trying to keep a lid on the panic he felt bubbling just below the surface.

Ignorance is bliss… The problem with being a rescuer is that you know how vulnerable you are, you know what happens next. Shock sets in, the body begins to shut down.
Gil had seen it so many times, he had lost count.
Like that kid…

In his mind’s eye, the faces of his own parents overlaid those of the kid’s parents, anxiously waiting. He shivered.
Not a good sign, Gil.
His eyes drifted shut. Awareness dimmed. His breathing slowed.
And nothing matters any more…

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Early evening 26th January, Mystery Island

The bed was far too narrow for this to be perfectly comfortable, but Aiden didn’t let that disrupt the feelings of ease settling into his body. Outside the door Dante whined and scratched, but he’d locked him out. He hoped anyone else that came along would see the dog and take the hint. If not… he wasn’t sure why, but at the moment he couldn’t work up the energy to care.

Flynn was warm, safe, and right, and he was back. It was a relief knowing he was okay, and Aiden sighed softly, his breath puffing against the real shoulder under his cheek. He had questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment to ask them. Yet there they were, swimming under the surface, ready to break through like a fish catching a fly on the water if the right opportunity presented itself.

“So, this is your place?” Flynn asked, getting his first good chance to look around. He ran a hand through Aiden’s sweaty hair, and wonder if he’d lost weight. He’d never been a chunky guy, but now he seemed even more slender. Maybe things had been as hard for him as they had for Flynn. “Did you lose a bet?”

“This is where we’re all staying. Not for long, I hope. That hut out there… I was hoping to fix it if this stay becomes… permanent. It has a bookcase in it. And I brought some of my books.”

Flynn looked at him askance. “You make it sound like you never had a choice.”

Aiden hesitated, then propped himself up on a shoulder and looked down at him. “I didn’t really. It was basically go or die. Or be left to fend off the wolves. They wanted to leave you behind but I didn’t- I wouldn’t let them.”

Flynn mulled that over, and couldn’t suppress the scoff. “Sorry, Red, they played you. They had plans for me. Leaving me behind was never part of the deal.”

“What? But they implied you were useless…”

“Yeah, they imply that a lot. But it must not be completely true, or …” Fuck. The test. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone anything about it. He scratched his face as he scrambled to think of anything that would fill that void. “… they wouldn’t have kept me.” It would have to do.

“Or what?” Aiden frowned and shifted to sit on Flynn’s hips, leaning over him and staring into his eyes. He had paused and Aiden heard it. “I wouldn’t go unless they brought you, so that’s why they brought you, right? What do you mean by ‘they imply that a lot?’ Who have you talked to? Flynn, where were you before this?”

Crap. See, this is why he hated relationships. “I don’t know. I just woke up in a strange place, and they didn’t tell me shit, except that you were somewhere safe. What do you know about Eidolon?”

“I didn’t really pay attention when they told us… whatever it was they told us. Pierce. I know about her. And we’re here to keep us away from Vale’s people. That’s about it. What do you know?”

“Nothing. Except they’re fucking liars, I just can’t figure out what they’re lying about and why.” Aiden had said something interesting. “What do you know about Pierce?”

“I know she’s a bitch. And she didn’t seem to pay much attention to me when I asked her questions. Why do you figure they’re liars?”

“‘Cause it takes one to know one, Aid. Who gives you a free vacation to a tropical island, huh? They want something from us. I just can’t figure out what yet.” That was bothering him more than anything else. Flynn couldn’t figure out what could possibly be in it for them. He ran a hand through his own sweaty hair, and wondered what the hell he was missing.

Aid? The simple grin wouldn’t stay off his face at the sound of what seemed to be a nickname – other than Red – passing from Flynn’s lips, and he felt his cheeks flush. It seemed so long since he’d heard something like that. His fingers tugged lightly at Flynn’s longer locks. “What would they want from me? I’m a teacher.”

“You’re pretty, that’s what they want from you,” he teased, but sobered at his dark thoughts. “What do they want from me? I’m a terminal fuck up. I’m more useless than anyone. Unless Jude is here. Is Jude here?”

“Jude? I don’t know anyone named Jude,” Aiden said with a shake of his head. “And you’re not a terminal fuck up. You’re not useless.”

“Oh, what’s his face, Lyle Crumpet Pants. I call him Jude Law, or Jude The Obscure, depending on how pissy he’s being.” He decided to ignore Aiden’s statement about him. Aiden saw him through rose colored glasses – why else did he call him Red Riding Hood? He never seemed to realize he was with the Big Bad Wolf.

“Lyle is here, yes.” The avoidance of his words were not lost on him, but he decided to let it go for the moment.

“See, what is he good for? Unless they need a pinata.”

“I think he has some sort of connection to them. Again, I was… distracted… so I may have missed a few things.”

“What?” Flynn grasped Aiden’s hips and held him as he sat up, so he didn’t go falling to the floor. “He’s with Eidolon?”

Securing himself with his arms around Flynn’s shoulders he shrugged his own. “I don’t know. I think… maybe he knows some things that we don’t.”

Oh, goddamn it! Flynn knew he always hated the little fucker. Now maybe he had good reason to. “Where is he? Can you take me to him?”

Aiden shook his head. “I don’t know where he is. Where anyone is right now for that matter. I haven’t been the greatest company the last few days.”

“Oh, fuck them,” he said, then added, “Not literally. C’mon, let’s get dressed. I need to find Jude Pissy Pants. If he has answers, I want them.”

“I don’t want to get dressed though,” Aiden teased, trying to keep Flynn in the small bed. He settled into his spot on his legs, refusing to move. “Let’s just stay here, okay? For a little longer?” He still couldn’t quite believe he was back.

Usually Aiden was cute when he was stubborn, but right now wasn’t the time for it. “If he has answers, we need them, especially if we want to get out of here.”

“Is the offer still up for Canada?”

Flynn grabbed his face and planted a kiss on Aiden’s forehead. “Fuck yeah. When we get to Vancouver, the TimBits are on me.”

Aiden loosened his grip on Flynn, but leaned forward, closing his eyes, and rested his forehead on Flynn’s, speaking softly. “Promise you’re not going to… disappear like that again. I….” He struggled to find the right way to phrase his words, but found his vocabulary lost. As seemed to be par for the course around Flynn most times. “Just promise.”

Flynn put his arms around him and held Aiden tightly. “I’m not, not if I have anything to say about it. Okay?” Poor kid. In moments like these, Flynn felt terrible for ever getting involved with him. His life was such a disaster area, and Aiden was so innocent. Well, as innocent as a sexy teacher could be.