meggy88313
10.16.07, 12:57 AM
Note: This story begins after the episode where Sheridan informed Luis that Marty was alive and he refused to believe her and left to go to Fancy.
Long Road Home
Prologue
Sheridan laid her head back against the cushioned airplane seat. Her eyes drooped, but she forced them open. Now was not the time to let exhaustion take over. Her son was alive. Alive! After all this time, Marty was alive. She thought of the images she had seen on the monitor. Marty, playing with trains. God, he looked so big! How he had grown. He looked so much like Luis…
Yes, Luis, she thought bitterly. Marty’s father. Marty’s father who had refused to believe her for the second time. When he had walked out on her to go to Fancy, Sheridan had seen with perfect clarity what she needed to do. Luis wouldn’t help her, but by God, she was Marty’s mother, and she was going to find her son.
Chapter One
“Mommy…Mommy, help me!” Sheridan watched her son, but was unable to go to him, paralyzed.
“Oh God, Marty, I’m here, Mommy’s here!”
“Please, Mommy…Don’t let them hurt me anymore…Mommy, help me….”
The jolt of the Crane jet landing brought Sheridan out of her nightmare. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. “Marty...my baby,” she whispered.
As the last remnants of the dream faded, Sheridan remembered where she was. Without Luis to help her, she had decided to look for Marty on her own, and with no clue as to his whereabouts, had decided to start where he had last been seen: Rome. She unbuckled her seat belt and took a deep breath. It was time to find her son.
* * * *
Luis ran to Fancy’s side. He picked up her unconscious body and laid her gently on the bed. What was happening? Fortunately, the blood had stopped pouring from her nose and her eyes were starting to flutter. He rushed to get a wet cloth for her head. As he returned to the room, she was sitting up, looking bewildered.
“Fancy, lay down,” Luis ordered.
“What? No, I’m fine, Luis. It was just a nosebleed.”
He gave her a stern look. “I really think we should get you to a hospital, Fancy. You shouldn’t have passed out like that.”
Fancy waved him off. “Look, I feel fine now. Just bring me a glass of water, and I promise I’ll lay here.”
He looked unconvinced, but poured her a glass of water. He sat on the side of the bed, looking at Fancy with concern. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
She nodded. “Really, I’m ok. I promise.” She hesitated for a moment. “Actually, I am a little hungry. Would you mind grabbing me something from the kitchen?”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
As Luis walked down the hall, he heard voices. He stopped and listened. It sounded like a man, and as far as he knew, the only ones in the house were Fancy, Pretty and him. Suddenly, it clicked.
“Alistair,” he said.
He stepped closer to the wall and pressed his ear up against it. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but it was definitely a man, and he would bet his life that it was Alistair. But damn, where was he? There weren’t any rooms right here.
Then it hit him. The secret passageways. But how to get to them? Last time had required chopping through a wall. There had to be some kind of door. Luis stood back for a moment, thinking. He looked down, then up. The wall sconces caught his eye, but he shook his head. No way. Would anyone really be that cliché? Sighing, he admitted to himself that stranger things had happened, especially in Harmony.
He reached up and tugged on one. Nothing. The next one yielded no results either. Finally, on the third try, there was a popping sound and the wall slid open a couple inches. Rolling his eyes at the absurdity, Luis nevertheless hooked his hand on the edge of the wall and pushed it open far enough for him to slip through.
Alistair’s voice sounded louder now. Luis followed it, turning corner after corner, until finally, his persistence was rewarded. There stood the tyrannical patriarch himself, surrounded by monitors and apparently talking to himself. Luis hid himself behind a wall and listened.
“No member of my family will ever end up with a Lopez-Fitzgerald. Its bad enough Sheridan had Luis’ brat; now Fancy seems to be taken in by the man as well.”
None of this was new information to Luis, but one of the monitors around Alistair caught his eye. A dark haired child sat playing with trains. Luis’ eyes widened. The boy looked just like…no, it couldn’t be. His brow furrowed. Or could it? Could Sheridan have been telling the truth? Was that child on the screen really Marty?
Long Road Home
Prologue
Sheridan laid her head back against the cushioned airplane seat. Her eyes drooped, but she forced them open. Now was not the time to let exhaustion take over. Her son was alive. Alive! After all this time, Marty was alive. She thought of the images she had seen on the monitor. Marty, playing with trains. God, he looked so big! How he had grown. He looked so much like Luis…
Yes, Luis, she thought bitterly. Marty’s father. Marty’s father who had refused to believe her for the second time. When he had walked out on her to go to Fancy, Sheridan had seen with perfect clarity what she needed to do. Luis wouldn’t help her, but by God, she was Marty’s mother, and she was going to find her son.
Chapter One
“Mommy…Mommy, help me!” Sheridan watched her son, but was unable to go to him, paralyzed.
“Oh God, Marty, I’m here, Mommy’s here!”
“Please, Mommy…Don’t let them hurt me anymore…Mommy, help me….”
The jolt of the Crane jet landing brought Sheridan out of her nightmare. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. “Marty...my baby,” she whispered.
As the last remnants of the dream faded, Sheridan remembered where she was. Without Luis to help her, she had decided to look for Marty on her own, and with no clue as to his whereabouts, had decided to start where he had last been seen: Rome. She unbuckled her seat belt and took a deep breath. It was time to find her son.
* * * *
Luis ran to Fancy’s side. He picked up her unconscious body and laid her gently on the bed. What was happening? Fortunately, the blood had stopped pouring from her nose and her eyes were starting to flutter. He rushed to get a wet cloth for her head. As he returned to the room, she was sitting up, looking bewildered.
“Fancy, lay down,” Luis ordered.
“What? No, I’m fine, Luis. It was just a nosebleed.”
He gave her a stern look. “I really think we should get you to a hospital, Fancy. You shouldn’t have passed out like that.”
Fancy waved him off. “Look, I feel fine now. Just bring me a glass of water, and I promise I’ll lay here.”
He looked unconvinced, but poured her a glass of water. He sat on the side of the bed, looking at Fancy with concern. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
She nodded. “Really, I’m ok. I promise.” She hesitated for a moment. “Actually, I am a little hungry. Would you mind grabbing me something from the kitchen?”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
As Luis walked down the hall, he heard voices. He stopped and listened. It sounded like a man, and as far as he knew, the only ones in the house were Fancy, Pretty and him. Suddenly, it clicked.
“Alistair,” he said.
He stepped closer to the wall and pressed his ear up against it. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but it was definitely a man, and he would bet his life that it was Alistair. But damn, where was he? There weren’t any rooms right here.
Then it hit him. The secret passageways. But how to get to them? Last time had required chopping through a wall. There had to be some kind of door. Luis stood back for a moment, thinking. He looked down, then up. The wall sconces caught his eye, but he shook his head. No way. Would anyone really be that cliché? Sighing, he admitted to himself that stranger things had happened, especially in Harmony.
He reached up and tugged on one. Nothing. The next one yielded no results either. Finally, on the third try, there was a popping sound and the wall slid open a couple inches. Rolling his eyes at the absurdity, Luis nevertheless hooked his hand on the edge of the wall and pushed it open far enough for him to slip through.
Alistair’s voice sounded louder now. Luis followed it, turning corner after corner, until finally, his persistence was rewarded. There stood the tyrannical patriarch himself, surrounded by monitors and apparently talking to himself. Luis hid himself behind a wall and listened.
“No member of my family will ever end up with a Lopez-Fitzgerald. Its bad enough Sheridan had Luis’ brat; now Fancy seems to be taken in by the man as well.”
None of this was new information to Luis, but one of the monitors around Alistair caught his eye. A dark haired child sat playing with trains. Luis’ eyes widened. The boy looked just like…no, it couldn’t be. His brow furrowed. Or could it? Could Sheridan have been telling the truth? Was that child on the screen really Marty?