AN: There I was minding my own business when a thought popped into my head—the title of this story. Therefore, in this case, the title dictated this particular story about love, hate, murder, and romance.
RATED: RC-17 for violence, sex, and language.
SUMMARY: Sydney Bristow was savagely beaten and then shot twice. Near death, Sydney fights for her life as Jack stays with her. A phone rings in Moscow.
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned these characters, but I do not—JJ does and ABC. Of course, some I do and they are mine.
RED STILETTOS
BY LENAFAN
The First Day
They found her lying in a crumpled bloody heap. She was on the floor just inside doors to the Federal Building in West Los Angeles and barely alive. Sydney Bristow, top agent for the CIA, was savagely beaten and shot twice. One shot missed her heart by a scant inch, but punctured her lung. The other had been in the back, missing the spine, ricocheting off a rib and into the scapula.
Rushed to UCLA Medical Center, she was in surgery for eight hours. They repaired the rib and wired the scapula. A thoracic surgeon worked on the lung and saved it. A MRI scan checked for other broken bones, injuries and especially, head injury. According to the doctors and the MRI report, she had two bullet wounds, a broken nose, multiple bruises, and cuts. Although she had no fractures of the skull, the attending physician felt there was some head trauma.
They put her in a private room on the fourth floor and her condition listed as critical. She was catheterized, oxygenated, and hooked up to heart and lung monitors. Ten minutes after they brought her into the room, her father, Jack Bristow took up residence. The doctors protested, but one look at him made them back off. Black fury raged in his face and eyes. They did not want to cross him.
Jack pulled up a chair next to Sydney. He took her right hand, it did not seem to have a needle stuck into it, and held it with both of his. He bit his lips, but it did not stop the tears from forming in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. There were not many times in his life that Jack Bristow cried. The last time had been when Laura ‘died’.
“Mommy, Daddy! I hurt my leg. Mommy, Daddy!” Sydney looked down. Her leg looked funny. Tears began to run down her face. “Mommy!”
Suddenly, her mother was there. She broke out into a full-blown scream and she stared up into her mother’s terror-stricken face.
“What happened, Sydney?” Her mother began to cry also.
“I fell off the rock,” Sydney sniffled, pointing offhandedly toward a rock close by.
“Laura,” Jack joined them, “what…” Then he saw the leg. “Damn!” Jack looked at Laura. “It’s broken.”
Sydney was looking from one parent to the other. “Mommy, why don’t you have any clothes on?”
“Get some on now” Jack waved to the tent. “We have to take her to the hospital.”
Laura had raced out to her daughter when she heard her screaming. She had not stopped to put on anything. Laura always slept naked. She and Jack had made love last night, falling asleep almost instantly in their sleeping bag. She stood and ran back up the hill, unashamed or embarrassed. In less than a minute, she was back out of the tent in khakis and flannel shirt. Underwear was not a priority.
Jack had his four-year old daughter in his arms. He walked to the car, carefully trying not to hurt Sydney. She was sniffling and trying to be brave. Laura joined them. She sat in the back seat as Jack put Sydney into her arms.
“Careful of the leg,” he said and looked at Sydney. “Don’t move. Your mother will hold you.”
“But it hurts,” cried Sydney. “It hurts Mommy, it hurts.”
Jack stood up, leaning over Sydney. She had made a sound. “Sydney, sweetheart, can you hear me? Sydney?”
There was no response.
It was daytime in Moscow. The woman was walking down Dzerzhinskaya when her cell phone rang. “Da?” She listened, eyes widening in horror. “Moya bog!” She swore. Shutting the cell off, she looked for a taxi.
Second Day
Jack was on his third cup of coffee. He had not been to sleep. He glanced at his watch. It was seven in the morning. He stood and looked down at Sydney. She was not moving and the only way he knew she was alive were the monitors behind her.
“Oh Sydney,” he said. “I am so sorry, sweetheart.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Daddy’s so sorry.”
“Come on, Sydney!” Jack picked up his daughter in her blanket. She didn’t stir. His four year old was sound asleep. God, he thought, to be young and so innocent. He turned. Laura was behind him packing a small bag of Sydney’s things. He was trying not to stumble. He and Laura had drank a bit too much of the schnapps Harry at the office gave him. Neither had eaten dinner when Jack put the bread in the toaster. Damn machine caught fire and nearly burned up the kitchen. Fortunately, he was able to put out the fire.
Tomorrow he would have to see about getting the kitchen cleaned up and repaired. Right now, he and Laura were taking the sleeping Sydney to the Summit Hotel for the next few nights.
Carrying his daughter to the car, Jack stumbled. “Damn it,” he swore.
“Daddy,” Sydney mumbled. “What you do?”
“Sydney,” it was Laura, who was beside him and had steadied him. “It’s ‘what are you doing’. And we’re going to have a vacation.” She glared at Jack. “Be careful, Jack.”
“Sorry,” he said and hiccupped. “Can you drive?”
“I hope so,” she answered.
Thirty minutes later, they were in a room at the Summit. The bellhop brought in a cot for Sydney. Laura made it up and Jack put Sydney down. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed watching Laura tuck Sydney in, although it wasn’t necessary. Their little girl had been half-asleep anyway.
“I love you, Mommy,” said Sydney. Laura smiled, leaned over, and kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek.
“I love you too!”
The next night was their first out. Jack called in sick and went back to the house to meet with the contractor he knew. It wouldn’t take too long to remedy the smoke stained kitchen and make sure the fire did not compromise the wiring. Laura and Sydney came with him. Sydney’s eyes had grown large when she saw their kitchen and she coughed. The smell of smoke filled her lungs.
“What happened, Daddy?” She coughed again.
“We had a little accident after you went to bed. Don’t worry, sweetheart, we will have a brand new kitchen soon.”
That night at the hotel restaurant, Sydney ate all of her food and as a reward, Laura let her have a dessert. She wanted a sundae. She had a sundae every night they were at the hotel.
She remembered that…
Vladivostok was a bustling city on the east coast of Russia. The plane landed late at night. The passengers hurried off to the baggage room. The woman, dressed in a black pants suit, handed her credentials to the Security man who was watching. He nodded, saluted, and turned, leading her through the crowds to the Security Office. All personnel left on his orders. She pulled out her cell phone and punched in a number.
“Yeah,” the voice answered on the other end.
The woman spoke quickly and forcibly, outlining what she wanted and when she wanted it. She closed the cell phone and left the room, thanking the Security man who was standing guard.
Jack’s phone rang. He opened it hurriedly. “Bristow?” He listened to the voice on the other end. “Tell everyone there is no change. However, she is no worse. They won’t let any visitors yet. Yes, but I’m her father and I’m not leaving until she wakes up.” He snapped the cell shut.
The door opened behind him and one of the doctors entered with Sydney’s chart. A nurse followed him and walked to the monitors.
“Anything wrong,” asked Jack.
“No, but I’m sure you want us to keep checking.” The doctor did not tell Jack there had been some increased brain activity. They were sure the patient was dreaming.
“Yes, of course, but—I…”
“Look Jack, I’m sure you’ll be the first to know if she wakes up.”
“IF…” Jack stared at him blankly.
“Don’t worry so much. She’s young.” He smiled confidently. “By the way, where is her mother?”
“Dead,” Jack said and did not explain.
Unseen, Sydney’s right hand clutched at the sheet.
Her father was sitting in his chair, but the television wasn’t on and he was crying. Sydney stared at him. What happened? ‘Daddy, why are you crying?” Sydney was in her jammers and holding onto the blond-haired doll, her mother gave her for her sixth birthday. She came closer.
Jack stared at her as if she were a stranger. He didn’t see her at all. His eyes were red-rimmed and his face wet with tears that still fell. Sydney climbed up on his lap and he held her in his strong arms. It was midnight and she was gone!
“Where’s Mommy?” Sydney looked around.
Jack swallowed. How was he going to explain it to her? The police called to say there had been an accident. It looked as if her car had gone off the bridge. It was raining hard and the river was swollen. They were searching, but didn’t have any hope until morning. Laura! Jack tried to hold back his sobs, at least for Sydney’s sake.
“Ouch! Daddy, that hurts.” Sydney looked up into her father’s face.
Jack realized he was squeezing Sydney tight. She looked like she was going to cry. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He put his head down next to hers and kissed her cheek.
“You’re scratchy,” said his daughter, moving away from his face. “Where’s Mommy?”
The next day Jack sat her down. “Sydney, a terrible accident happened last night. Your Mommy,” he was almost holding his breath as he realized he didn’t want to say the words. “…Mommy isn’t coming home. She—she’s gone away—to heaven.” Jack had no idea if Sydney understood the concept of heaven—or hell.
“Mommy went to heaven? Why didn’t she say ‘goodbye’?”
“She, she didn’t know she was going.” Jack’s heart was about to burst. It hurt to talk to Sydney.
Sydney stared up into her father’s face and then she too began to cry.
Her mother was dead.
Sydney’s hand clutched again at the sheet.
Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, popularly known as PetroKam, was located on the Bering Sea north of Vladivostok. It was from here, a nuclear submarine left with the tide, heading for the Aleutian Islands. The woman came aboard before the crew and before the Captain. The XO showed her to the room reserved for guests. An hour later the submarine was on its way to a destination only the XO knew and was about to show the Captain.
The Captain knocked on the guest’s door.
“Enter.”
“My second in command has given me this,” he handed her a piece of paper. “Is this correct?” She nodded. “Then we shall be there in seven hours.” He saluted and shut the door.
RATED: RC-17 for violence, sex, and language.
SUMMARY: Sydney Bristow was savagely beaten and then shot twice. Near death, Sydney fights for her life as Jack stays with her. A phone rings in Moscow.
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned these characters, but I do not—JJ does and ABC. Of course, some I do and they are mine.
RED STILETTOS
BY LENAFAN
The First Day
They found her lying in a crumpled bloody heap. She was on the floor just inside doors to the Federal Building in West Los Angeles and barely alive. Sydney Bristow, top agent for the CIA, was savagely beaten and shot twice. One shot missed her heart by a scant inch, but punctured her lung. The other had been in the back, missing the spine, ricocheting off a rib and into the scapula.
Rushed to UCLA Medical Center, she was in surgery for eight hours. They repaired the rib and wired the scapula. A thoracic surgeon worked on the lung and saved it. A MRI scan checked for other broken bones, injuries and especially, head injury. According to the doctors and the MRI report, she had two bullet wounds, a broken nose, multiple bruises, and cuts. Although she had no fractures of the skull, the attending physician felt there was some head trauma.
They put her in a private room on the fourth floor and her condition listed as critical. She was catheterized, oxygenated, and hooked up to heart and lung monitors. Ten minutes after they brought her into the room, her father, Jack Bristow took up residence. The doctors protested, but one look at him made them back off. Black fury raged in his face and eyes. They did not want to cross him.
Jack pulled up a chair next to Sydney. He took her right hand, it did not seem to have a needle stuck into it, and held it with both of his. He bit his lips, but it did not stop the tears from forming in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. There were not many times in his life that Jack Bristow cried. The last time had been when Laura ‘died’.
“Mommy, Daddy! I hurt my leg. Mommy, Daddy!” Sydney looked down. Her leg looked funny. Tears began to run down her face. “Mommy!”
Suddenly, her mother was there. She broke out into a full-blown scream and she stared up into her mother’s terror-stricken face.
“What happened, Sydney?” Her mother began to cry also.
“I fell off the rock,” Sydney sniffled, pointing offhandedly toward a rock close by.
“Laura,” Jack joined them, “what…” Then he saw the leg. “Damn!” Jack looked at Laura. “It’s broken.”
Sydney was looking from one parent to the other. “Mommy, why don’t you have any clothes on?”
“Get some on now” Jack waved to the tent. “We have to take her to the hospital.”
Laura had raced out to her daughter when she heard her screaming. She had not stopped to put on anything. Laura always slept naked. She and Jack had made love last night, falling asleep almost instantly in their sleeping bag. She stood and ran back up the hill, unashamed or embarrassed. In less than a minute, she was back out of the tent in khakis and flannel shirt. Underwear was not a priority.
Jack had his four-year old daughter in his arms. He walked to the car, carefully trying not to hurt Sydney. She was sniffling and trying to be brave. Laura joined them. She sat in the back seat as Jack put Sydney into her arms.
“Careful of the leg,” he said and looked at Sydney. “Don’t move. Your mother will hold you.”
“But it hurts,” cried Sydney. “It hurts Mommy, it hurts.”
Jack stood up, leaning over Sydney. She had made a sound. “Sydney, sweetheart, can you hear me? Sydney?”
There was no response.
It was daytime in Moscow. The woman was walking down Dzerzhinskaya when her cell phone rang. “Da?” She listened, eyes widening in horror. “Moya bog!” She swore. Shutting the cell off, she looked for a taxi.
Second Day
Jack was on his third cup of coffee. He had not been to sleep. He glanced at his watch. It was seven in the morning. He stood and looked down at Sydney. She was not moving and the only way he knew she was alive were the monitors behind her.
“Oh Sydney,” he said. “I am so sorry, sweetheart.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Daddy’s so sorry.”
“Come on, Sydney!” Jack picked up his daughter in her blanket. She didn’t stir. His four year old was sound asleep. God, he thought, to be young and so innocent. He turned. Laura was behind him packing a small bag of Sydney’s things. He was trying not to stumble. He and Laura had drank a bit too much of the schnapps Harry at the office gave him. Neither had eaten dinner when Jack put the bread in the toaster. Damn machine caught fire and nearly burned up the kitchen. Fortunately, he was able to put out the fire.
Tomorrow he would have to see about getting the kitchen cleaned up and repaired. Right now, he and Laura were taking the sleeping Sydney to the Summit Hotel for the next few nights.
Carrying his daughter to the car, Jack stumbled. “Damn it,” he swore.
“Daddy,” Sydney mumbled. “What you do?”
“Sydney,” it was Laura, who was beside him and had steadied him. “It’s ‘what are you doing’. And we’re going to have a vacation.” She glared at Jack. “Be careful, Jack.”
“Sorry,” he said and hiccupped. “Can you drive?”
“I hope so,” she answered.
Thirty minutes later, they were in a room at the Summit. The bellhop brought in a cot for Sydney. Laura made it up and Jack put Sydney down. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed watching Laura tuck Sydney in, although it wasn’t necessary. Their little girl had been half-asleep anyway.
“I love you, Mommy,” said Sydney. Laura smiled, leaned over, and kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek.
“I love you too!”
The next night was their first out. Jack called in sick and went back to the house to meet with the contractor he knew. It wouldn’t take too long to remedy the smoke stained kitchen and make sure the fire did not compromise the wiring. Laura and Sydney came with him. Sydney’s eyes had grown large when she saw their kitchen and she coughed. The smell of smoke filled her lungs.
“What happened, Daddy?” She coughed again.
“We had a little accident after you went to bed. Don’t worry, sweetheart, we will have a brand new kitchen soon.”
That night at the hotel restaurant, Sydney ate all of her food and as a reward, Laura let her have a dessert. She wanted a sundae. She had a sundae every night they were at the hotel.
She remembered that…
Vladivostok was a bustling city on the east coast of Russia. The plane landed late at night. The passengers hurried off to the baggage room. The woman, dressed in a black pants suit, handed her credentials to the Security man who was watching. He nodded, saluted, and turned, leading her through the crowds to the Security Office. All personnel left on his orders. She pulled out her cell phone and punched in a number.
“Yeah,” the voice answered on the other end.
The woman spoke quickly and forcibly, outlining what she wanted and when she wanted it. She closed the cell phone and left the room, thanking the Security man who was standing guard.
Jack’s phone rang. He opened it hurriedly. “Bristow?” He listened to the voice on the other end. “Tell everyone there is no change. However, she is no worse. They won’t let any visitors yet. Yes, but I’m her father and I’m not leaving until she wakes up.” He snapped the cell shut.
The door opened behind him and one of the doctors entered with Sydney’s chart. A nurse followed him and walked to the monitors.
“Anything wrong,” asked Jack.
“No, but I’m sure you want us to keep checking.” The doctor did not tell Jack there had been some increased brain activity. They were sure the patient was dreaming.
“Yes, of course, but—I…”
“Look Jack, I’m sure you’ll be the first to know if she wakes up.”
“IF…” Jack stared at him blankly.
“Don’t worry so much. She’s young.” He smiled confidently. “By the way, where is her mother?”
“Dead,” Jack said and did not explain.
Unseen, Sydney’s right hand clutched at the sheet.
Her father was sitting in his chair, but the television wasn’t on and he was crying. Sydney stared at him. What happened? ‘Daddy, why are you crying?” Sydney was in her jammers and holding onto the blond-haired doll, her mother gave her for her sixth birthday. She came closer.
Jack stared at her as if she were a stranger. He didn’t see her at all. His eyes were red-rimmed and his face wet with tears that still fell. Sydney climbed up on his lap and he held her in his strong arms. It was midnight and she was gone!
“Where’s Mommy?” Sydney looked around.
Jack swallowed. How was he going to explain it to her? The police called to say there had been an accident. It looked as if her car had gone off the bridge. It was raining hard and the river was swollen. They were searching, but didn’t have any hope until morning. Laura! Jack tried to hold back his sobs, at least for Sydney’s sake.
“Ouch! Daddy, that hurts.” Sydney looked up into her father’s face.
Jack realized he was squeezing Sydney tight. She looked like she was going to cry. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He put his head down next to hers and kissed her cheek.
“You’re scratchy,” said his daughter, moving away from his face. “Where’s Mommy?”
The next day Jack sat her down. “Sydney, a terrible accident happened last night. Your Mommy,” he was almost holding his breath as he realized he didn’t want to say the words. “…Mommy isn’t coming home. She—she’s gone away—to heaven.” Jack had no idea if Sydney understood the concept of heaven—or hell.
“Mommy went to heaven? Why didn’t she say ‘goodbye’?”
“She, she didn’t know she was going.” Jack’s heart was about to burst. It hurt to talk to Sydney.
Sydney stared up into her father’s face and then she too began to cry.
Her mother was dead.
Sydney’s hand clutched again at the sheet.
Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, popularly known as PetroKam, was located on the Bering Sea north of Vladivostok. It was from here, a nuclear submarine left with the tide, heading for the Aleutian Islands. The woman came aboard before the crew and before the Captain. The XO showed her to the room reserved for guests. An hour later the submarine was on its way to a destination only the XO knew and was about to show the Captain.
The Captain knocked on the guest’s door.
“Enter.”
“My second in command has given me this,” he handed her a piece of paper. “Is this correct?” She nodded. “Then we shall be there in seven hours.” He saluted and shut the door.