Fan Fiction

by S. Stiles (Elliander at aol dot com)

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Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9

Sonny finished putting the dishes away and went up on deck. Colt was sitting on the helm, staring out over the water. His face said he was a million miles away. Sonny studied him a long time. The boy was a long way away from the wreck he'd been during their initial meeting but he was still scared. Sonny could see that in his eyes. There was a haunted look there that made Sonny want to go and rip Gorge's heart out with his bare hands.

Colt had said nothing since their conversation over breakfast. Sonny hadn't said anything about Colt's mention of murder but he knew he was right now. Colt knew a helluva lot more than he was admitting about Gorge's business.

"Want to go fishin'?" he asked finally.

Colt didn't turn from the water. "No."

Sonny heaved a sigh. He wanted the boy to trust him, to know that Sonny wouldn't hurt him. But that wasn't going to happen. Not anytime soon anyway. And why should it? He'd lived his whole life without being able to trust anyone.

"Gorge's safe in a cell block." He said again for the hundredth time that day, "He can't hurt you."

"You obviously don't know him that well, do you?" Colt asked still not looking back at him. "Gorge can do whatever the hell he wants and nobody can stop him."

"We can, Colt. You can."

Colt uttered a short laugh, "Yeah, right. And you can decide what suit to bury me in."

Sonny was just about to say something else when the phone rang. He picked it up and hit the button, "Yeah?"

"Hey, partner." It was Rico's voice.

"Hey, what's up?"

"You're going to be getting a visit shortly."

"Oh yeah? From who?"

"A detective from Southside. His name's Lyle Deaterman. He said he might be able to help you a little bit with Colt. Apparently he knows this kid and has helped him out in the past."

Sonny frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He knew quite a bit about him."

Sonny watched the back of Colt's head a moment before going down below. "Colt would never trust a cop."

"How do you know?" Rico asked.

Sonny told him about the cop that shot his brother. "He said all cops are heartless animals."

"Maybe he didn't know Lyle was a cop." Rico said.

"Maybe. You sit tight. I'm going to go talk to Colt a little bit and give you a ring back."

"Sonny?" Rico's voice was concerned. "What's wrong, man? You sound wired."

"Something isn't right, partner. I don't know. I just got a bad feeling about this."

"Okay. Keep in touch, Sonny. We already know this thing could get nasty."

Sonny nodded into the phone, "Yeah. Later, Tubbs."

He hung up and went back up on deck. Colt had turned from the water and was watching him intently.

"Colt, do you know a Det. Lyle Deaterman?"

Sonny wasn't sure what he expected at mention of the name, but he knew it's not what he got. Colt's face went absolutely white and the terror that flew into his eyes was accompynied by something else. Humiliation? "Why?" he almost whispered.

"He contacted my partner. Said he knew you. Wanted to come by and see how you were doing."

Colt jumped to his feet and the fear that flowed across his face was almost primal. "He didn't tell him where we were, did he?"

"Well, yeah. Why?" Sonny asked, knowing his gut had been right. Something was wrong.

"We have to get out of here." Colt said, his voice trembling. "They're going to kill me. We have to leave."

"Who's going to kill you?" Sonny asked.

"Please." Colt begged and Sonny thought for sure he was going to start crying.

"Okay." Sonny said taking a step toward him, "Just relax, Colt."

Colt didn't move away from him, but didn't advance toward him either. He almost seemed to be frozen to the spot.

"Now," he whispered. "Now, please. We have to leave."

Deciding to work at calming him down later, Sonny turned and went below to get his jacket and car keys. He had just started up again, with only his head and shoulders above deck when he felt something slam into his shoulder from the back. A fraction of a second later, the report of a gun followed and he instantly knew he'd been shot. His mind instantly went into crisis mode, something he still retained from his tour of Southeast Asia, and he dropped back below yelling at Colt to find cover.

He had just reached for his gun when Colt came down the hatch, not bothering with the stairs. Without thinking, Sonny gave him his gun and reached to the side of his bed to grab his spare. Barely registering the fact that Colt handled the gun almost like a pro despite the fact his face was still ghostly white, Sonny glanced out the windows to see if anyone was in view yet.

"We can't stay down here." Colt said, "They'll trap us for sure."

Sonny agreed silently but the question was how to get out without becoming an easy target. He eyed Colt's slender body and then checked the port window. He'd fit through. The scarab was on the opposite side the gunfire had come from.

"Okay, Colt, listen to me." He winced at the pain in his shoulder, "Get the keys out of my pocket over there. They go to the scarab."

Colt immediately did as he was told and then looked at him, apparently awaiting further instructions.

"I want you to try and get out that window there," he pointed, "The boats on that side. Start it up and keep low."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to have to try and go up on deck. As soon as I get in the Scarab you go. You do know how to drive a boat right?"

Colt nodded faintly.

"Okay. Go."

Colt went. Within seconds there was a soft splash where he went into the water and moments after that the scarab growled to life. Sonny winced again, noting that his arm was beginning to go numb and moved toward the hatch. He took a deep breath and vaulted up, coming through the opening and rolling onto the deck. Several bullets whined off of the railing and thumped into the deck, but none made there mark on him. Seconds later he was over the side and in the Scarab. The powerful engines roared and they were accelerating away at top speed.

Sonny sighed with relief and looked over to where Colt was piloting. The boy knew how to handle himself in a crisis situation. Another clue that he was more involoved in the business than he let on. Wincing, he got up and moved to the seat next to Colt.

"I'm going to direct you to one of our beachfront safehouses. Then we'll go from there."

Colt nodded but didn't say anything. Sonny leaned his head back and tried to fight off the growing nausea in his stomach.

by S. Stiles (Elliander at aol dot com)

Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 ::
Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9