FIC: Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 11
Title: Keeping Up with the Joneses
Author: dancingelf88
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: If only….
Summary: Luke and Noah Jones live a mundane happy life until a secret shatters their world
Chapter XI: Plan B
Luke joined Noah onto the ledge of the hotel. They pressed their backs flat against the wall and inched slowly along until they reached a balcony. Noah climbed onto the balcony first and helped Luke onto it. Noah looked in the window and was relieved that the room was empty.
“Ready?” Noah asked.
“Go for it.” Luke said.
Noah stood back and kicked in the window. They climbed through the broken window and into the room. Noah ran towards the exit, turned, and noticed that Luke hadn’t moved.
“Luke let’s go.” Noah urged.
“Cayman Brac.” Luke said, “My way out is a charter plane to Cayman Brac.”
“One way flight to Belize…so what?” Noah whispered.
“Like Casey said together we’re dead. At least this way we know the odds. Let’s call it what it is…we got married because it looked goo…”
Luke’s sentence was cut off by Noah’s kiss, “You want to call it what it is? Ok. We’re both liars, we hardly know each other, and we tried to kill each other about three times each.”
“Three?”
“I almost poisoned you in your sleep.” Noah explained. Luke gasped, “But I couldn’t go through with it obviously. Bottom line: I love you Snyder and I’m not going anywhere. The choice is yours.”
Luke grabbed Noah by the back of the neck and kissed him hungrily, “Let’s go.”
Noah poked his head out of the door and looked down the hall: all clear. They ran to the stairwell and made their way down to the basement and out the exit. They found themselves in the underground parking lot. It was mostly deserted except for the three black Jeeps and a few other cars.
Plan B was simple: Casey had parked a car in the parking lot, a tan Chevy Malibu, that would take them to a private hangar where a small charter was waiting to take them anywhere in the world.
Noah made a move when Luke all of a sudden pulled him back behind the wall, “What?”
“Those Jeeps aren’t empty.” Luke whispered. There was no one in the driver or passenger seat, but Luke had seen movement in the back: it was a trap.
“They’re waiting for us to show ourselves.” Noah concluded. He turned to Luke, “what do we do?”
Luke thought for a minute before he smiled, “I have an idea. But first we’ll need a distraction…a big distraction.”
“I have just the thing.” Noah reached into one of the pockets on his vest and pulled out a small, silver ball.
“How many of those things do you have?” Luke whispered to Noah.
Noah just smirked and returned to his task. He turned the object over and located a small red button on the back and pushed it. He didn’t waste much time: Noah cocked his hand back and launched it toward the Malibu…it exploded on contact.
Luke and Noah watched as 8 men rushed out of their vehicles and towards the exploded car. They took the time to sneak out of the parking lot and into the deserted street.
“Now what?” Noah turned to Luke. They had just decimated their escape vehicle.
“Now…that.” Luke pointed to the shoreline. Noah saw a line of speedboats, motorboats, and cruiselines docked there.
“We’re going to steal a boat?”
“You have any better ideas?” Luke countered.
“We could steal a car.” Noah told him.
“Ok pick one.” Luke said and looked around at the empty street.
“We’re going to steal a boat.” Noah whispered in confirmation.
The two men hurried to Randy’s Boat Rental and easily broke in. Luke ran towards the back wall at where hundreds of keys were stored while Noah looked through the window.
“Hurry.” Noah whispered to Luke, “We don’t have much time.”
Luke grabbed a key and they ran out and onto the docks.
“Which one is it?” Noah asked Luke.
“Uh….that one!” he looked at the key number and located it: a medium sized motorboat. They got in quickly and Luke fired up the engine while Noah untied the boat from the dock.
“Uh…Luke.”
“What?”
“Go!” Noah yelled. He watched as their pursuers swarmed out at them. Noah took out his gun and shot off a few rounds, successfully wounding a handful of them as they sped away.
“You ok?” Luke yelled over the motor.
“Yeah I’m fine.” Noah assured, “Do you even know where we’re going?”
“It doesn’t matter. We just need to get far enough away then we can ditch the boat and steal another car to the plane.” Luke told him.
It was ten minutes later that they heard them: boat engines. Luke turned around and saw three boats coming towards them.
“We don’t have enough ammo to take them do we?” Luke asked Noah.
“Give me the wheel.” Noah said. He and Luke switched positions easily.
“Hey slow down for a second.” Luke told him.
“Why?”
“Just do it.” Luke waited for the other boats to catch up to them. They were starting to surround them: one on each side and the third directly behind them. When they got close enough, Luke aimed his gun at the boat directly behind them. He shot the driver in the head and his partner in the shoulder. The boat swerved to the right and flipped twice before exploding.
Noah looked back temporarily, “Nice shot.”
In his slowing down; unfortunately, the two other boats got a chance to get closer. Noah looked to his right and saw the passenger aiming.
“Hold on babe.” Noah warned Luke. He sped up and in the process rammed the other boat with his. The boat did a 360 in the water and flipped over, “Get them now.”
“On it.” Luke answered. He waited until the agents resurfaced. He aimed at them and shot them one at a time,
“One to go.”
“You got it.” Noah encouraged.
The last boat was the trickiest. The driver seemed to move with ease and skill and Noah had a hard time tripping him up. Luke had a hard time getting a good aim and he had to continuously dodge the bullets coming their way. Luke stumbled and fell to his knees as Noah maneuvered the boat. From his position, he grabbed a hold of the boat, aimed again, and fired. This time he managed to make contact. He got the driver in the neck and saw the man fall backwards.
“I got one.” Luke announced. He watched the speedboat start to veer out of control, but the second agent quickly grabbed a hold of the wheel. He wasn’t as good a driver as his partner. Luke used the fact that he was distracted with trying to steer the boat to his advantage. Luke fired a few shots, but the jerking of the boat made him miss.
Noah stole a few glances backwards as he sped ahead. He swerved to avoid a buoy when he felt the back of the boat get slammed.
“What the hell’s going on back there?”
“He can’t shoot and drive so he’s trying to ram us off the boat.” Luke explained.
“Shoot him.”
“Kinda hard.” Luke argued as the other delivered another blow to them. Luke stabilized himself and tried to time when the next hit would come. He shot just seconds before and hit the agent right between the eyes.
Luke was expecting the boat to veer off and crash. But, instead, it careened forward towards them. Noah turned around in time to see the bow of the other speedboat come crashing into the stern of theirs. The last thing he saw was the explosion.
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Luke tried not to panic as his lungs filled up with water. He slowed his heart beat down and concentrated. After the darkness he saw orange and red…the rational part of his brain explained to him that this was from the explosion. Luke moved his arms and started to swim upwards. When he got to the surface, he took a huge gulp of air.
There was debris all around him: pieces of boat, both aflame and not, surrounded the water around him and he was almost blinded by the billowing smoke. Once his lungs started working again Luke was able to start thinking more clearly: Noah.
Luke looked around, “Noah! Noah!” he continued to look around frantically when he finally saw…something floating a few inches away from him. He was aware that there was the possibility that the floating body could be one of the agents, but Luke chanced it anyway. He swam towards the figure. As he got closer, he saw that the person was being supported by a large piece of wood from one of the boats. Just in case, as Luke swam closer, he grabbed a floating piece.
He reached the figure…Luke didn’t have to turn him around to recognize his husband.
“Baby…Noah, baby, come on wake up.” Luke jostled him gently.
“Lu…Luke.” Noah’s voice was hoarse, “You’re…you’re ok?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine, baby, we have to get you out of the water.” Luke assured him. His eyes were still closed.
He surveyed Noah quickly: it looked like he had gotten the worst of the crash. His right temple was bleeding profusely and Luke could have sworn the water around him seemed a bit…red.
“I’m tired…gonna go to sleep now ok?”
“No…no…you can’t sleep. Noah wake up. Noah!” Luke kept himself afloat as he jostled Noah some more, “We need to get to the plane.”
“Pl…plane. We have to get away.”
“Yeah…yeah we have to get away. I need you to help me though. Come one.” Luke swam behind Noah and grabbed him around the middle and he saw Noah wince in pain, “Noah I need you to help me out here.”
“Ok…ok.” Noah said weakly but he started to paddle…slowly.
They took their time paddling out of the river until they reached the shore. Luke got out first and pulled Noah onto the sand.
“Are we at the plane?” Noah asked him.
“No…not yet we need to find a…” Luke looked around and saw the small, white Kia, “come on baby.”
Luke pulled at Noah who started to get up. He stood to his feet unsteadily and swayed back and forth. Luke put Noah’s arm around his shoulder and pulled him along to the car. Once they reached the car, Noah leaned against it holding his side while Luke smashed the window.
He unlocked it, helped Noah into the backseat and climbed in the front, “Where the…”
“Look under the steering wheel…take off the access cover.”
Luke turned around. Noah barely had his eyes open, “Hotwire a lot of cars?”
Noah laughed weakly, “When necessary. After you take off…the cover, look for the two wires that are the same.”
Luke did as he was told. He looked under the steering wheel and removed the access cover. He took a few moments to look at the wires and finally found the identical ones, “Ok I got them.”
“Strip them…and twist together. Sounds kinda dirty.” Noah laughed and then went into a coughing fit.
“Down boy.” Luke told him and followed the instructions.
“Make sure…make sure to use some of the insulation to twist them.” Noah told him.
“Ok…ok got it.”
“Get the ignition wire…it should be brown….strip it…touch the end to the red wires.”
Luke touched it…nothing happened.
“Do it again.”
Luke tried again…still nothing. He tried it a third time and the ignition started.
“Rev…engine.” Noah told him. Luke revved the engine and got moving, “You got it.”
Luke drove quickly to a private hangar just outside of Wolf Pointe. He parked a few blocks away and helped Noah out of the car and both men jogged as best they could to the small plane.
“You made it just in time.”
Luke looked at the pilot…he was told to wait exactly three hours for the pair before taking off…they had 2 minutes left. Luke helped Noah onto the plane and sat him in a chair.
“He gonna be alright?” the man asked him.
“I’ll make sure of it.” Luke said.
“So where to?” the pilot asked.
“Good question.”
“Sardinia.” Noah whispered from his seat.
“Sardinia.” Luke repeated. He started to walk towards the front of the plane.
He went to a cabinet and took out a first aid kit. He helped Noah remove his shirt and examined the horizontal gash across his stomach.
“That looks bad.” Luke commented. He used hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound gently and bandaged it, “That should hold for a while.”
Luke got up to clean up the bloody bandages when Noah stopped him by grabbing his hand. He pulled Luke down to sit next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. Luke instinctively snuggled in closer to him.
“Hey Luke?”
“Yeah?” Luke waited for Noah to ask his question but the brunette’s eyes were still closed, “Did you fall asleep on me?”
Luke lay his head on Noah’s chest and then sat up abruptly: Noah was hardly breathing.
“Noah…Noah…Noah!” Luke knew that it probably was not a good idea to be shaking him so hard, but he wasn’t waking up, “No, no, no you can’t do this to me! You promised me we weren’t going anywhere! Come, baby, wake up!”
But Noah just lay there with his eyes closed…hardly breathing.
7 months later…
He watched the machines beep again.
“Hold on just a little longer baby.”
“Mr. Mayer.” Luke looked up and saw two doctors in the doorway of the room: this was the time…he felt it.
“How is he?” Luke looked back at Noah in the bed and then turned to the doctors standing there impassively.
“Unfortunately, he should have woken up by now Mr. Mayer.” One of the doctors, Dr. Moore, told him.
“You said the drug would work. I brought you in on this case because you assured me that he would wake up!” he yelled, “I paid you almost $10,000!”
The doctors looked uncomfortable. The other one, Dr. Fields tried to reason with a hysterical Luke, “Mr. Mayer no method is 100% guaranteed. You knew the odds.”
“So…so what are you saying?” Luke asked him.
“I’m saying…suggesting…that it may be time to pull the plug.” Dr. Moore said tentatively.
He looked at them with disbelief and then turned his back on them to hold Noah’s hand.
“Maybe…maybe you’re right.” Luke conceded. He turned to Noah, “time to wake up babe.”
“Mr. May--” Dr. Fields didn’t have time to finish speaking when he was shot.
“What…” Dr. Moore didn’t get much farther either before Noah got to him.
“Ok…let’s go.” Luke pulled off the wires and machines hooked up to Noah.
The brunette, for his part, shot out of bed and helped, “Next time we go undercover to capture corrupt doctors…you’re playing the comatose patient.” He told Luke as he opened the window.
“Deal.”
Noah stopped and turned to him with a surprised look, “That easy?”
Luke shrugged, “I’m trying this whole compromise thing we’ve been talking about.”
Noah laughed, “Dr. Levy would be proud.”
Noah reached under the bed and unearthed two grappling guns, “I still can’t believe we managed to sneak these in here.” He handed it to Luke while he went and blocked the door; no doubt some nurse had noticed their comatose patient no longer had a heartbeat.
Luke pointed the gun at the back wall and pulled the trigger. He watched the steel rope shoot out of the gun and embed itself firmly into the plastered wall. He pulled on it just to make sure. Noah followed suit. Luke climbed onto the ledge of the window and waited for Noah to join him.
“Hey Luke…I wanted to ask you this on the plane.” Noah turned to his husband.
“What?” Luke asked back.
“On a scale of 1-10…how happy are you?” Noah asked.
Luke cocked his head slightly, grabbed a fistful of Noah’s shirt, and planted a wet kiss on him.
“11.” Luke answered. He grabbed Noah’s hand as they leapt off the building to the ground below.
Author: dancingelf88
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: If only….
Summary: Luke and Noah Jones live a mundane happy life until a secret shatters their world
Chapter XI: Plan B
Luke joined Noah onto the ledge of the hotel. They pressed their backs flat against the wall and inched slowly along until they reached a balcony. Noah climbed onto the balcony first and helped Luke onto it. Noah looked in the window and was relieved that the room was empty.
“Ready?” Noah asked.
“Go for it.” Luke said.
Noah stood back and kicked in the window. They climbed through the broken window and into the room. Noah ran towards the exit, turned, and noticed that Luke hadn’t moved.
“Luke let’s go.” Noah urged.
“Cayman Brac.” Luke said, “My way out is a charter plane to Cayman Brac.”
“One way flight to Belize…so what?” Noah whispered.
“Like Casey said together we’re dead. At least this way we know the odds. Let’s call it what it is…we got married because it looked goo…”
Luke’s sentence was cut off by Noah’s kiss, “You want to call it what it is? Ok. We’re both liars, we hardly know each other, and we tried to kill each other about three times each.”
“Three?”
“I almost poisoned you in your sleep.” Noah explained. Luke gasped, “But I couldn’t go through with it obviously. Bottom line: I love you Snyder and I’m not going anywhere. The choice is yours.”
Luke grabbed Noah by the back of the neck and kissed him hungrily, “Let’s go.”
Noah poked his head out of the door and looked down the hall: all clear. They ran to the stairwell and made their way down to the basement and out the exit. They found themselves in the underground parking lot. It was mostly deserted except for the three black Jeeps and a few other cars.
Plan B was simple: Casey had parked a car in the parking lot, a tan Chevy Malibu, that would take them to a private hangar where a small charter was waiting to take them anywhere in the world.
Noah made a move when Luke all of a sudden pulled him back behind the wall, “What?”
“Those Jeeps aren’t empty.” Luke whispered. There was no one in the driver or passenger seat, but Luke had seen movement in the back: it was a trap.
“They’re waiting for us to show ourselves.” Noah concluded. He turned to Luke, “what do we do?”
Luke thought for a minute before he smiled, “I have an idea. But first we’ll need a distraction…a big distraction.”
“I have just the thing.” Noah reached into one of the pockets on his vest and pulled out a small, silver ball.
“How many of those things do you have?” Luke whispered to Noah.
Noah just smirked and returned to his task. He turned the object over and located a small red button on the back and pushed it. He didn’t waste much time: Noah cocked his hand back and launched it toward the Malibu…it exploded on contact.
Luke and Noah watched as 8 men rushed out of their vehicles and towards the exploded car. They took the time to sneak out of the parking lot and into the deserted street.
“Now what?” Noah turned to Luke. They had just decimated their escape vehicle.
“Now…that.” Luke pointed to the shoreline. Noah saw a line of speedboats, motorboats, and cruiselines docked there.
“We’re going to steal a boat?”
“You have any better ideas?” Luke countered.
“We could steal a car.” Noah told him.
“Ok pick one.” Luke said and looked around at the empty street.
“We’re going to steal a boat.” Noah whispered in confirmation.
The two men hurried to Randy’s Boat Rental and easily broke in. Luke ran towards the back wall at where hundreds of keys were stored while Noah looked through the window.
“Hurry.” Noah whispered to Luke, “We don’t have much time.”
Luke grabbed a key and they ran out and onto the docks.
“Which one is it?” Noah asked Luke.
“Uh….that one!” he looked at the key number and located it: a medium sized motorboat. They got in quickly and Luke fired up the engine while Noah untied the boat from the dock.
“Uh…Luke.”
“What?”
“Go!” Noah yelled. He watched as their pursuers swarmed out at them. Noah took out his gun and shot off a few rounds, successfully wounding a handful of them as they sped away.
“You ok?” Luke yelled over the motor.
“Yeah I’m fine.” Noah assured, “Do you even know where we’re going?”
“It doesn’t matter. We just need to get far enough away then we can ditch the boat and steal another car to the plane.” Luke told him.
It was ten minutes later that they heard them: boat engines. Luke turned around and saw three boats coming towards them.
“We don’t have enough ammo to take them do we?” Luke asked Noah.
“Give me the wheel.” Noah said. He and Luke switched positions easily.
“Hey slow down for a second.” Luke told him.
“Why?”
“Just do it.” Luke waited for the other boats to catch up to them. They were starting to surround them: one on each side and the third directly behind them. When they got close enough, Luke aimed his gun at the boat directly behind them. He shot the driver in the head and his partner in the shoulder. The boat swerved to the right and flipped twice before exploding.
Noah looked back temporarily, “Nice shot.”
In his slowing down; unfortunately, the two other boats got a chance to get closer. Noah looked to his right and saw the passenger aiming.
“Hold on babe.” Noah warned Luke. He sped up and in the process rammed the other boat with his. The boat did a 360 in the water and flipped over, “Get them now.”
“On it.” Luke answered. He waited until the agents resurfaced. He aimed at them and shot them one at a time,
“One to go.”
“You got it.” Noah encouraged.
The last boat was the trickiest. The driver seemed to move with ease and skill and Noah had a hard time tripping him up. Luke had a hard time getting a good aim and he had to continuously dodge the bullets coming their way. Luke stumbled and fell to his knees as Noah maneuvered the boat. From his position, he grabbed a hold of the boat, aimed again, and fired. This time he managed to make contact. He got the driver in the neck and saw the man fall backwards.
“I got one.” Luke announced. He watched the speedboat start to veer out of control, but the second agent quickly grabbed a hold of the wheel. He wasn’t as good a driver as his partner. Luke used the fact that he was distracted with trying to steer the boat to his advantage. Luke fired a few shots, but the jerking of the boat made him miss.
Noah stole a few glances backwards as he sped ahead. He swerved to avoid a buoy when he felt the back of the boat get slammed.
“What the hell’s going on back there?”
“He can’t shoot and drive so he’s trying to ram us off the boat.” Luke explained.
“Shoot him.”
“Kinda hard.” Luke argued as the other delivered another blow to them. Luke stabilized himself and tried to time when the next hit would come. He shot just seconds before and hit the agent right between the eyes.
Luke was expecting the boat to veer off and crash. But, instead, it careened forward towards them. Noah turned around in time to see the bow of the other speedboat come crashing into the stern of theirs. The last thing he saw was the explosion.
~~
Luke tried not to panic as his lungs filled up with water. He slowed his heart beat down and concentrated. After the darkness he saw orange and red…the rational part of his brain explained to him that this was from the explosion. Luke moved his arms and started to swim upwards. When he got to the surface, he took a huge gulp of air.
There was debris all around him: pieces of boat, both aflame and not, surrounded the water around him and he was almost blinded by the billowing smoke. Once his lungs started working again Luke was able to start thinking more clearly: Noah.
Luke looked around, “Noah! Noah!” he continued to look around frantically when he finally saw…something floating a few inches away from him. He was aware that there was the possibility that the floating body could be one of the agents, but Luke chanced it anyway. He swam towards the figure. As he got closer, he saw that the person was being supported by a large piece of wood from one of the boats. Just in case, as Luke swam closer, he grabbed a floating piece.
He reached the figure…Luke didn’t have to turn him around to recognize his husband.
“Baby…Noah, baby, come on wake up.” Luke jostled him gently.
“Lu…Luke.” Noah’s voice was hoarse, “You’re…you’re ok?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine, baby, we have to get you out of the water.” Luke assured him. His eyes were still closed.
He surveyed Noah quickly: it looked like he had gotten the worst of the crash. His right temple was bleeding profusely and Luke could have sworn the water around him seemed a bit…red.
“I’m tired…gonna go to sleep now ok?”
“No…no…you can’t sleep. Noah wake up. Noah!” Luke kept himself afloat as he jostled Noah some more, “We need to get to the plane.”
“Pl…plane. We have to get away.”
“Yeah…yeah we have to get away. I need you to help me though. Come one.” Luke swam behind Noah and grabbed him around the middle and he saw Noah wince in pain, “Noah I need you to help me out here.”
“Ok…ok.” Noah said weakly but he started to paddle…slowly.
They took their time paddling out of the river until they reached the shore. Luke got out first and pulled Noah onto the sand.
“Are we at the plane?” Noah asked him.
“No…not yet we need to find a…” Luke looked around and saw the small, white Kia, “come on baby.”
Luke pulled at Noah who started to get up. He stood to his feet unsteadily and swayed back and forth. Luke put Noah’s arm around his shoulder and pulled him along to the car. Once they reached the car, Noah leaned against it holding his side while Luke smashed the window.
He unlocked it, helped Noah into the backseat and climbed in the front, “Where the…”
“Look under the steering wheel…take off the access cover.”
Luke turned around. Noah barely had his eyes open, “Hotwire a lot of cars?”
Noah laughed weakly, “When necessary. After you take off…the cover, look for the two wires that are the same.”
Luke did as he was told. He looked under the steering wheel and removed the access cover. He took a few moments to look at the wires and finally found the identical ones, “Ok I got them.”
“Strip them…and twist together. Sounds kinda dirty.” Noah laughed and then went into a coughing fit.
“Down boy.” Luke told him and followed the instructions.
“Make sure…make sure to use some of the insulation to twist them.” Noah told him.
“Ok…ok got it.”
“Get the ignition wire…it should be brown….strip it…touch the end to the red wires.”
Luke touched it…nothing happened.
“Do it again.”
Luke tried again…still nothing. He tried it a third time and the ignition started.
“Rev…engine.” Noah told him. Luke revved the engine and got moving, “You got it.”
Luke drove quickly to a private hangar just outside of Wolf Pointe. He parked a few blocks away and helped Noah out of the car and both men jogged as best they could to the small plane.
“You made it just in time.”
Luke looked at the pilot…he was told to wait exactly three hours for the pair before taking off…they had 2 minutes left. Luke helped Noah onto the plane and sat him in a chair.
“He gonna be alright?” the man asked him.
“I’ll make sure of it.” Luke said.
“So where to?” the pilot asked.
“Good question.”
“Sardinia.” Noah whispered from his seat.
“Sardinia.” Luke repeated. He started to walk towards the front of the plane.
He went to a cabinet and took out a first aid kit. He helped Noah remove his shirt and examined the horizontal gash across his stomach.
“That looks bad.” Luke commented. He used hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound gently and bandaged it, “That should hold for a while.”
Luke got up to clean up the bloody bandages when Noah stopped him by grabbing his hand. He pulled Luke down to sit next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. Luke instinctively snuggled in closer to him.
“Hey Luke?”
“Yeah?” Luke waited for Noah to ask his question but the brunette’s eyes were still closed, “Did you fall asleep on me?”
Luke lay his head on Noah’s chest and then sat up abruptly: Noah was hardly breathing.
“Noah…Noah…Noah!” Luke knew that it probably was not a good idea to be shaking him so hard, but he wasn’t waking up, “No, no, no you can’t do this to me! You promised me we weren’t going anywhere! Come, baby, wake up!”
But Noah just lay there with his eyes closed…hardly breathing.
7 months later…
He watched the machines beep again.
“Hold on just a little longer baby.”
“Mr. Mayer.” Luke looked up and saw two doctors in the doorway of the room: this was the time…he felt it.
“How is he?” Luke looked back at Noah in the bed and then turned to the doctors standing there impassively.
“Unfortunately, he should have woken up by now Mr. Mayer.” One of the doctors, Dr. Moore, told him.
“You said the drug would work. I brought you in on this case because you assured me that he would wake up!” he yelled, “I paid you almost $10,000!”
The doctors looked uncomfortable. The other one, Dr. Fields tried to reason with a hysterical Luke, “Mr. Mayer no method is 100% guaranteed. You knew the odds.”
“So…so what are you saying?” Luke asked him.
“I’m saying…suggesting…that it may be time to pull the plug.” Dr. Moore said tentatively.
He looked at them with disbelief and then turned his back on them to hold Noah’s hand.
“Maybe…maybe you’re right.” Luke conceded. He turned to Noah, “time to wake up babe.”
“Mr. May--” Dr. Fields didn’t have time to finish speaking when he was shot.
“What…” Dr. Moore didn’t get much farther either before Noah got to him.
“Ok…let’s go.” Luke pulled off the wires and machines hooked up to Noah.
The brunette, for his part, shot out of bed and helped, “Next time we go undercover to capture corrupt doctors…you’re playing the comatose patient.” He told Luke as he opened the window.
“Deal.”
Noah stopped and turned to him with a surprised look, “That easy?”
Luke shrugged, “I’m trying this whole compromise thing we’ve been talking about.”
Noah laughed, “Dr. Levy would be proud.”
Noah reached under the bed and unearthed two grappling guns, “I still can’t believe we managed to sneak these in here.” He handed it to Luke while he went and blocked the door; no doubt some nurse had noticed their comatose patient no longer had a heartbeat.
Luke pointed the gun at the back wall and pulled the trigger. He watched the steel rope shoot out of the gun and embed itself firmly into the plastered wall. He pulled on it just to make sure. Noah followed suit. Luke climbed onto the ledge of the window and waited for Noah to join him.
“Hey Luke…I wanted to ask you this on the plane.” Noah turned to his husband.
“What?” Luke asked back.
“On a scale of 1-10…how happy are you?” Noah asked.
Luke cocked his head slightly, grabbed a fistful of Noah’s shirt, and planted a wet kiss on him.
“11.” Luke answered. He grabbed Noah’s hand as they leapt off the building to the ground below.