Fic: We Need a Holiday (pt 2)
Title: We Need a Holiday
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T (will be M next chapter)
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: S4 (slight)
Warning: none
Genre: Action Adventure, romance and smut
Chapter: 2/ 3
Summary: This is a little fic for evenstar_estel who needs a little cheering, and I have incorporated her lovely conbykink prompt in, as well. Abby and Connor finally get a well deserved romantic holiday... only trouble always seems to find them.
Prompt: Abby and Connor are missing the more pleasant aspects of their time in the Cretaceous, specifically the beauty and purity of nature. In wanting to recapture some of that, they steal away to a secluded forest for lots of sex in the great outdoors.
Part One is Here
A/N: So here is part two. Hope she lives up to your expectations. Nervous! *crosses fingers*
Part Two
Connor screamed out for Abby again… no answer from her. He prayed it wasn’t because she couldn’t answer. His mind fabricated millions upon millions of scenarios where she was hurt, or trapped or maybe they had her gagged? All because he had to find a tour guide that would take a bribe. Now that he thought about it, he felt like an idiot. If the man had been willing to risk his job for money, it only made sense that he’d be willing to throw away his job for a whole lot of money. That is, if he even was a guide; Connor certainly wouldn’t have known the difference if the license he’d been presented was false, and the man’s yacht had certainly looked more worse for the wear than the others. He should have stayed with the plan the travel agency had presented.
He glanced around, trying to determine where he’d been taken. It looked like one of the small cabins below deck, and it was none too clean. He’d been tied to a chair, his arms pinned to the sides of his body, and his legs secured to the legs of the chair in the same fashion. His hands and feet were cold, a sure sign that the bonds were too tight. His captors had used coils upon coils of rope; there would be no escaping.
“Abby!” he shouted again into the empty room.
Alfredo entered the tiny cabin holding a large rifle. He smiled genially, and then struck Connor in the gut with the butt of the gun. Connor cried out in pain as his stomach lurched, nausea washing over him. He’d already emptied the contents of his stomach into the ocean so all he managed was a few ragged dry heaves. If the pain radiating from his head was any indication, Alfredo had hit him over the head whilst he was heaving his guts out into the ocean and Abby had been below deck. It was the last thing he remembered, at any rate.
“Where is Abby?” Connor gasped as soon as he was able to speak again.
“You will talk on camera and ask for ransom. Your government, they will pay, or we will kill you,” Alfredo grinned.
Connor shook his head, “No. They’ll come get me. Probably already on the way. Let me and Abby go, and I’ll tell ’em not to come after you.”
Alfredo’s smile disappeared. He struck Connor in the stomach again, harder this time. Connor gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound, but he couldn’t stop the cry torn from his throat, even if it was muffled by his closed mouth.
“You will make video, and they will pay,” Alfredo insisted.
“No. Not until I’ve seen that Abby is okay,” Connor refused.
Alfredo drew his arm back and struck Connor across the face with a violent backhand, “You will.”
Connor grunted in pain as the blow fell, “Where is Abby?” Connor gritted out.
His head was spinning and his ears were ringing, and the nausea twisting his belly hadn’t subsided. He held on to the belief that they’d not kill him. They wanted money, pure and simple, and dead hostages were not worth much. He just had to hope Abby had managed to get through to Becker when she’d went below deck to call. Where was Abby? Could she have escaped? Had she… left him here? Doubt wormed its way into his heart, told him that she’d left him to die. Of course she had left him, he berated himself for feeling abandoned, she had to get help.
“You don’t have her, do ya?” Connor smirked.
If they had her, they would have been using her against him. She’d gotten away. Connor grinned. It hurt… his lips were swollen and he tasted blood in his mouth, but he had to smile. Abby had escaped. That’s my girl. Help would be on the way… he just had to hold out until it arrived. She’d get Becker to call in a special operations maneuver… god, he’d never live it down, but at the moment he could care less.
Alfredo raised the rifle again; Connor squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for another blow. This time it landed over his right kidney. He couldn’t hold back the scream; it just hurt too badly. His body tried to vomit again and again, but it had nothing to give. When will I learn when to just shut up? he asked himself. It had been thoughtless of him to antagonize his captors. He would do best to just cooperate and wait for rescue. Abby was free, and that was the important part. He could handle this. He could. He hoped.
“We must convince your government… I am very serious. Video will show we will hurt you… and if they try to rescue… you die,” Alfredo bared his teeth in a predatory smile, “And your captors are violent men. The longer we wait for money, the more you suffer.”
Alfredo held up Connor’s mobile, “What is the number, Mr. Temple? I’d like to speak to your government boss… then we make the video.”
Connor fought to keep the relief off of his face. He could give him the number of the ARC… or Danny or Becker. They’d get a military recon team in after him for sure. Yeah… just like when you were trapped in the Cretaceous. His lips compressed as he tried to not think what he was thinking. They hadn’t had a choice. Danny was trapped himself, and Becker… well Becker hadn’t even been working at the ARC any longer. They were unfair thoughts to have, but he couldn’t help having them. He wanted to believe in his friends. He wanted to believe in Abby.
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Abby pressed her fingers to her trembling lips as Connor’s tortured scream rang out. What were they doing to him? She wished she could tell him that he wasn’t alone. He’d screamed her name, and it had about done her in. She checked her mobile again, hoping that she’d have a signal. Becker would know something was wrong when they didn’t check in again, but that would take hours, and meanwhile Connor was getting violently beaten. Why would they hurt him like that? He was tied up and helpless; what was the point of it?
She rested her forehead on her hands as she tried to ignore what was happening to her boyfriend. He was tougher than people had ever given him credit for. He could survive this, she was sure of it. Loud music began playing from the wheelhouse along with the unmistakable sound of laughter. Her hands formed fists as she fought down the urge to beat something… she was furious. These men laughed and partied with Connor‘s agonized cries sounding at regular intervals as a backdrop, completely unaffected… with the exception of Alfredo who was still hard at work brutalizing him. Was his suffering cause for celebration? Did it sound like their payroll?
Logic told her to wait it out. To be patient and just wait for the rescue. Connor shouted again and she shivered. There was no way. No way she could listen to that and ignore it. Three men on the boat, plus the skipper… all were armed, although they didn’t move like soldiers. If she could get to Connor… The problem was trying to get out of her little crawlspace without making any noise, and then getting below deck without alerting any of the men in the wheelhouse. Their music was loud, probably to help drown out Connor. The sky had grown dark whilst she‘d been hiding, and the crashing seas along with the raucous music would help her move undetected. She just had to be very quick. Connor cried out again, a stifled sound that ended raw and painful, and she knew she had to try.
Abby slid the board concealing her hiding place out of the way and squeezed through the narrow opening. Her toes touched the crate below; she dropped down to land in a crouch. She refused to think farther ahead than getting to Connor. These men had hurt him, or given tacit approval by letting it happen; they deserved anything they got. She’d wager that this was not the first time they’d done this to trusting tourists. She wondered if they’d ever killed anyone. She wondered if she’d have to… no. No time for thoughts like that. She had to focus.
Abby peeked into the wheelhouse; the crew was playing cards and drinking. Good. If she could get to Connor, they stood a chance.
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Connor tried to be silent in front of the camera. He tried… but it hurt so badly. His own mobile hadn’t had a signal, but Alfredo had been able to reach the ARC… and Lester. Lester had been typical Lester, Connor was sure. It was confirmed by the sour expression on Alfredo’s face and Alfredo‘s repeated refusals to whatever it was Lester had asked of him. He’d given Alfredo an email address to send the video, but he hadn’t allowed him to speak with Connor. Alfredo had just aimed a kick in between his legs, and despite his resolve to stay silent, he’d screamed loud enough for Lester to hear.
The call had been short; Alfredo was afraid it would be traced. All the details would be in the video which he’d proudly proclaimed was untraceable. Connor hid his smile. Nothing was untraceable, and he was certain they‘d had enough time to get a fix on him. He just had to wait and hope that the team hadn‘t been cowed by his threats to hurt him. He sincerely doubted it. Alfredo wanted him to appear in desperate straits for his video, but he‘d be damned if he gave Alfredo what he wanted. Sheer, stubborn will rose up in him, overriding any logic. Connor set his jaw and glared up at Alfredo, daring him to do his worst.
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Abby padded down the hallway, keeping to the shadows as she made her way to Connor. Alfredo was stood over him, rifle in his hands. Connor was conscious, though barely. His dark hair was matted with blood, his lip was swollen and cut open, and a large purpling bruise covered his right cheek. Pure incandescent rage filled Abby… she wanted to kill Alfredo. She wanted him to die. There was no reason to do this to Connor. None. He hadn’t needed to hurt him like this to get the ransom money… he’d done it because he liked to hurt people.
Alfredo turned to address the camera, “The longer I wait, the more he suffers. Deposit money in account. Try to rescue him, and he dies,” he emphasized his point by roughly shoving the barrel under Connor’s chin.
Connor glared up at Alfredo, refusing to beg for the camera.
“Allow me to show you what I think about your demands to leave him unharmed,” Alfredo grinned, “I make the rules.”
He leaned the rifle against the wall and drew a large knife from a sheath at his waist. Connor’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with the knife, but it couldn’t be good.
“Surely he doesn’t need all his fingers? Each hour I wait, I cut one off,” Alfredo warned.
His fingers? No. No. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Connor struggled, but his arms were tightly bound alongside his body, his hands exposed and vulnerable by his sides. The fear of loosing his fingers frightened him like the beatings had been unable to. He saw the knife as if it moved in slow motion…
“No! No! Please, no!” Connor shouted, his voice cracking in terror as Alfredo brandished the knife.
Abby was running out of time. She had to act. She moved silently into the little cabin and aimed a well placed kick at Alfredo’s knee. The loud crack of the joint collapsing along with Alfredo’s scream of agony told her she’d connected. She scooped up the rifle and let loose a roundhouse to his head to finish him off. He dropped to the ground, silent and motionless.
“Abby? What’re ya doin’ here?” Connor rasped, his voice all but gone.
“Getting you out of here. Tell me if anyone is coming, ” she answered, her voice hushed.
The rest of the crew would be in any moment; there was no way they didn’t hear that. She claimed Alfredo’s knife and used it to slice through the ropes holding Connor to the chair. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t move fast enough. She got him free, finally, and attempted to help him up. Connor gritted his teeth against the pain as his legs failed him. He’d lost circulation for too long. Abby threw her arm around his waist and heaved him up to standing. This time he managed it.
“Can you walk?” Abby asked, concern coloring her voice.
Connor nodded. He would, if it meant getting him out of this. The made their way down the short hallway to the narrow staircase, Abby taking the lead. Connor held the knife, although as shaky as he felt, it likely wouldn’t do him any good. Abby froze as a body appeared in front of the staircase, blocking their exit. She brought the rifle up and prepared to shoot.
“Abby? Connor?” A familiar voice called out.
The black clad man moved closer and Abby laughed out loud in relief.
Connor grinned, “Becker… what took so long?” he asked, his words slow and careful. His brow creased, confused, “But… that’s impossible… unless?”
Becker had the grace to look abashed, “You lot aren’t the only ones that needed a holiday.”
TBC
A/N: Hmmm? So what did you think? Please tell me? Next chapter will be M, by the way.
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T (will be M next chapter)
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: S4 (slight)
Warning: none
Genre: Action Adventure, romance and smut
Chapter: 2/ 3
Summary: This is a little fic for evenstar_estel who needs a little cheering, and I have incorporated her lovely conbykink prompt in, as well. Abby and Connor finally get a well deserved romantic holiday... only trouble always seems to find them.
Prompt: Abby and Connor are missing the more pleasant aspects of their time in the Cretaceous, specifically the beauty and purity of nature. In wanting to recapture some of that, they steal away to a secluded forest for lots of sex in the great outdoors.
Part One is Here
A/N: So here is part two. Hope she lives up to your expectations. Nervous! *crosses fingers*
Part Two
Connor screamed out for Abby again… no answer from her. He prayed it wasn’t because she couldn’t answer. His mind fabricated millions upon millions of scenarios where she was hurt, or trapped or maybe they had her gagged? All because he had to find a tour guide that would take a bribe. Now that he thought about it, he felt like an idiot. If the man had been willing to risk his job for money, it only made sense that he’d be willing to throw away his job for a whole lot of money. That is, if he even was a guide; Connor certainly wouldn’t have known the difference if the license he’d been presented was false, and the man’s yacht had certainly looked more worse for the wear than the others. He should have stayed with the plan the travel agency had presented.
He glanced around, trying to determine where he’d been taken. It looked like one of the small cabins below deck, and it was none too clean. He’d been tied to a chair, his arms pinned to the sides of his body, and his legs secured to the legs of the chair in the same fashion. His hands and feet were cold, a sure sign that the bonds were too tight. His captors had used coils upon coils of rope; there would be no escaping.
“Abby!” he shouted again into the empty room.
Alfredo entered the tiny cabin holding a large rifle. He smiled genially, and then struck Connor in the gut with the butt of the gun. Connor cried out in pain as his stomach lurched, nausea washing over him. He’d already emptied the contents of his stomach into the ocean so all he managed was a few ragged dry heaves. If the pain radiating from his head was any indication, Alfredo had hit him over the head whilst he was heaving his guts out into the ocean and Abby had been below deck. It was the last thing he remembered, at any rate.
“Where is Abby?” Connor gasped as soon as he was able to speak again.
“You will talk on camera and ask for ransom. Your government, they will pay, or we will kill you,” Alfredo grinned.
Connor shook his head, “No. They’ll come get me. Probably already on the way. Let me and Abby go, and I’ll tell ’em not to come after you.”
Alfredo’s smile disappeared. He struck Connor in the stomach again, harder this time. Connor gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound, but he couldn’t stop the cry torn from his throat, even if it was muffled by his closed mouth.
“You will make video, and they will pay,” Alfredo insisted.
“No. Not until I’ve seen that Abby is okay,” Connor refused.
Alfredo drew his arm back and struck Connor across the face with a violent backhand, “You will.”
Connor grunted in pain as the blow fell, “Where is Abby?” Connor gritted out.
His head was spinning and his ears were ringing, and the nausea twisting his belly hadn’t subsided. He held on to the belief that they’d not kill him. They wanted money, pure and simple, and dead hostages were not worth much. He just had to hope Abby had managed to get through to Becker when she’d went below deck to call. Where was Abby? Could she have escaped? Had she… left him here? Doubt wormed its way into his heart, told him that she’d left him to die. Of course she had left him, he berated himself for feeling abandoned, she had to get help.
“You don’t have her, do ya?” Connor smirked.
If they had her, they would have been using her against him. She’d gotten away. Connor grinned. It hurt… his lips were swollen and he tasted blood in his mouth, but he had to smile. Abby had escaped. That’s my girl. Help would be on the way… he just had to hold out until it arrived. She’d get Becker to call in a special operations maneuver… god, he’d never live it down, but at the moment he could care less.
Alfredo raised the rifle again; Connor squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for another blow. This time it landed over his right kidney. He couldn’t hold back the scream; it just hurt too badly. His body tried to vomit again and again, but it had nothing to give. When will I learn when to just shut up? he asked himself. It had been thoughtless of him to antagonize his captors. He would do best to just cooperate and wait for rescue. Abby was free, and that was the important part. He could handle this. He could. He hoped.
“We must convince your government… I am very serious. Video will show we will hurt you… and if they try to rescue… you die,” Alfredo bared his teeth in a predatory smile, “And your captors are violent men. The longer we wait for money, the more you suffer.”
Alfredo held up Connor’s mobile, “What is the number, Mr. Temple? I’d like to speak to your government boss… then we make the video.”
Connor fought to keep the relief off of his face. He could give him the number of the ARC… or Danny or Becker. They’d get a military recon team in after him for sure. Yeah… just like when you were trapped in the Cretaceous. His lips compressed as he tried to not think what he was thinking. They hadn’t had a choice. Danny was trapped himself, and Becker… well Becker hadn’t even been working at the ARC any longer. They were unfair thoughts to have, but he couldn’t help having them. He wanted to believe in his friends. He wanted to believe in Abby.
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Abby pressed her fingers to her trembling lips as Connor’s tortured scream rang out. What were they doing to him? She wished she could tell him that he wasn’t alone. He’d screamed her name, and it had about done her in. She checked her mobile again, hoping that she’d have a signal. Becker would know something was wrong when they didn’t check in again, but that would take hours, and meanwhile Connor was getting violently beaten. Why would they hurt him like that? He was tied up and helpless; what was the point of it?
She rested her forehead on her hands as she tried to ignore what was happening to her boyfriend. He was tougher than people had ever given him credit for. He could survive this, she was sure of it. Loud music began playing from the wheelhouse along with the unmistakable sound of laughter. Her hands formed fists as she fought down the urge to beat something… she was furious. These men laughed and partied with Connor‘s agonized cries sounding at regular intervals as a backdrop, completely unaffected… with the exception of Alfredo who was still hard at work brutalizing him. Was his suffering cause for celebration? Did it sound like their payroll?
Logic told her to wait it out. To be patient and just wait for the rescue. Connor shouted again and she shivered. There was no way. No way she could listen to that and ignore it. Three men on the boat, plus the skipper… all were armed, although they didn’t move like soldiers. If she could get to Connor… The problem was trying to get out of her little crawlspace without making any noise, and then getting below deck without alerting any of the men in the wheelhouse. Their music was loud, probably to help drown out Connor. The sky had grown dark whilst she‘d been hiding, and the crashing seas along with the raucous music would help her move undetected. She just had to be very quick. Connor cried out again, a stifled sound that ended raw and painful, and she knew she had to try.
Abby slid the board concealing her hiding place out of the way and squeezed through the narrow opening. Her toes touched the crate below; she dropped down to land in a crouch. She refused to think farther ahead than getting to Connor. These men had hurt him, or given tacit approval by letting it happen; they deserved anything they got. She’d wager that this was not the first time they’d done this to trusting tourists. She wondered if they’d ever killed anyone. She wondered if she’d have to… no. No time for thoughts like that. She had to focus.
Abby peeked into the wheelhouse; the crew was playing cards and drinking. Good. If she could get to Connor, they stood a chance.
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Connor tried to be silent in front of the camera. He tried… but it hurt so badly. His own mobile hadn’t had a signal, but Alfredo had been able to reach the ARC… and Lester. Lester had been typical Lester, Connor was sure. It was confirmed by the sour expression on Alfredo’s face and Alfredo‘s repeated refusals to whatever it was Lester had asked of him. He’d given Alfredo an email address to send the video, but he hadn’t allowed him to speak with Connor. Alfredo had just aimed a kick in between his legs, and despite his resolve to stay silent, he’d screamed loud enough for Lester to hear.
The call had been short; Alfredo was afraid it would be traced. All the details would be in the video which he’d proudly proclaimed was untraceable. Connor hid his smile. Nothing was untraceable, and he was certain they‘d had enough time to get a fix on him. He just had to wait and hope that the team hadn‘t been cowed by his threats to hurt him. He sincerely doubted it. Alfredo wanted him to appear in desperate straits for his video, but he‘d be damned if he gave Alfredo what he wanted. Sheer, stubborn will rose up in him, overriding any logic. Connor set his jaw and glared up at Alfredo, daring him to do his worst.
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Abby padded down the hallway, keeping to the shadows as she made her way to Connor. Alfredo was stood over him, rifle in his hands. Connor was conscious, though barely. His dark hair was matted with blood, his lip was swollen and cut open, and a large purpling bruise covered his right cheek. Pure incandescent rage filled Abby… she wanted to kill Alfredo. She wanted him to die. There was no reason to do this to Connor. None. He hadn’t needed to hurt him like this to get the ransom money… he’d done it because he liked to hurt people.
Alfredo turned to address the camera, “The longer I wait, the more he suffers. Deposit money in account. Try to rescue him, and he dies,” he emphasized his point by roughly shoving the barrel under Connor’s chin.
Connor glared up at Alfredo, refusing to beg for the camera.
“Allow me to show you what I think about your demands to leave him unharmed,” Alfredo grinned, “I make the rules.”
He leaned the rifle against the wall and drew a large knife from a sheath at his waist. Connor’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with the knife, but it couldn’t be good.
“Surely he doesn’t need all his fingers? Each hour I wait, I cut one off,” Alfredo warned.
His fingers? No. No. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Connor struggled, but his arms were tightly bound alongside his body, his hands exposed and vulnerable by his sides. The fear of loosing his fingers frightened him like the beatings had been unable to. He saw the knife as if it moved in slow motion…
“No! No! Please, no!” Connor shouted, his voice cracking in terror as Alfredo brandished the knife.
Abby was running out of time. She had to act. She moved silently into the little cabin and aimed a well placed kick at Alfredo’s knee. The loud crack of the joint collapsing along with Alfredo’s scream of agony told her she’d connected. She scooped up the rifle and let loose a roundhouse to his head to finish him off. He dropped to the ground, silent and motionless.
“Abby? What’re ya doin’ here?” Connor rasped, his voice all but gone.
“Getting you out of here. Tell me if anyone is coming, ” she answered, her voice hushed.
The rest of the crew would be in any moment; there was no way they didn’t hear that. She claimed Alfredo’s knife and used it to slice through the ropes holding Connor to the chair. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t move fast enough. She got him free, finally, and attempted to help him up. Connor gritted his teeth against the pain as his legs failed him. He’d lost circulation for too long. Abby threw her arm around his waist and heaved him up to standing. This time he managed it.
“Can you walk?” Abby asked, concern coloring her voice.
Connor nodded. He would, if it meant getting him out of this. The made their way down the short hallway to the narrow staircase, Abby taking the lead. Connor held the knife, although as shaky as he felt, it likely wouldn’t do him any good. Abby froze as a body appeared in front of the staircase, blocking their exit. She brought the rifle up and prepared to shoot.
“Abby? Connor?” A familiar voice called out.
The black clad man moved closer and Abby laughed out loud in relief.
Connor grinned, “Becker… what took so long?” he asked, his words slow and careful. His brow creased, confused, “But… that’s impossible… unless?”
Becker had the grace to look abashed, “You lot aren’t the only ones that needed a holiday.”
TBC
A/N: Hmmm? So what did you think? Please tell me? Next chapter will be M, by the way.