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*Standard Disclaimer in Part 1, this section rated NC-17 for a little smut....just a little*
*Journal Entry of Nick Boyle
Derek is missing. I have to get my mind in gear, but all I can think of is that he is gone. Alex told me to take a break from the search to get my head together, I guess I was a little short with them. But all I can think of is that he is gone...possibly forever, and I'll never know what happened to him.
I won't let him go that easily though. I'll find him, or whomever took him and I'll get satisfaction either way. I'll find my lover and soulmate or kill those who took him from me. I know I shouldn't even think like that, Philip would be so disappointed, but it's how I feel.
I remember with vivid detail the last night we spent together before he left, it promised so much more to come. We didn't speak hardly a word, but it was probably the most intense night of my life.
I can still feel his hands as they caressed my body, it was like slow fire sending pulses and sensations through me. He brought out so much passion in me, I'll never get tired of thinking of that night. Nipples, thighs, abdomen and neck were brushed with gentle kisses and nips, then he kissed his way down to my aching cock and slowly bathed it with his tongue. He brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over, until I thought I was going to die from the pleasure.
After spending what seemed like an eternity preparing me, he then raised my legs to his shoulders and whispered, "I love you". I came right then. He entered me and slowly made love to me, the passion in his eyes showing me the depth of his love.
We slept wrapped together in each others arms until the alarm woke us.
I will get him back. That is a promise, and I won't care who I have to go through to do it.
Journal Entry Closed*
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Derek awoke after the drugs he had been given had worn off. He was in a room, it had several beds, dressers, and end tables, through an open door he saw a full bathroom with a shower. One door, closed and apparently locked, no windows.
He stood, his head aching only moderately and availed himself of the toilet. Searching the drawers in the dresser by his bed, he found clothes, in his size. Searching the room, he realized there was no way out. He was still a prisoner.
"What the hell is going on here." Derek muttered into the air. By the looks of the room he was expecting three more 'guests.
"Hell has very little to do with it." A voice from nowhere intruded. Then the door opened and Derek saw who it was.
"YOU!" He roared, and attacked.
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"What do you mean he is missing!" The Council member shouted. "Nick Boyle just confirmed that Dr. Derek Rayne went to visit his mother, and missed his connecting flight in New York. They are searching for him as we speak." The messenger sighed, he should have worn armor.
"Something is wrong." The chairman announced, "Quickly, check on the other candidates! Get them here to safety immediately!"
Everyone scrambled to obey. One figure remained. "We need someone to co- ordinate the Legacy to this effort.
"Sir Mosby, you were Sloans second in command. You will head up in this effort. The Legacy needs a strong person to lead it until a new head Precept can be chosen." The chairman barely glanced up at the figure in the doorway. All missed his reply.
"It will be....my pleasure" He murmurred softly, smiling.
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Things had been busy at the San Francisco house after the Selection Comittee had contacted them about Derek needing to fly to London right away. Nick felt a fear pulsing through him like never before. Maybe there was more to Derek's disappearance than a mere random act of violence or revenge. With a sinking suspicion, he turned to Rachel.
"This sounds like a set-up." Nick stared at the psychiatrist. "It sounds like someone kidnpped him because he was chosen as one of Sloan's possible replacements."
"That would mean..." Rachel broke off.
"That the other three would be in danger as well." Alex turned back to her computer, "But who are they and is anyone watching them?"
"Only one person I know can get us that information." Nick snarled, not liking what he was about to do. "We need to find Colin."
Alex grinned, knowing Nick liked the Hound, but resented the fact he could waltz right through the toughest security Nick could muster. It had turned into a rivalry, albeit a friendly one.
"I thought Philip was the only one with a way to contact him?" Rachel was concerned, Nick was close to the edge. She hoped they could sort this mess out quickly, and bring Derek home, where he belonged.
"Yeah, he has a contact number." Nick frowned. "Should we try to call him again? Or wait, he should have information for us soon."
"Your call Nick." Rachel said, voice deliberately supportive "Your the Boss right now."
Nick grimaced, and nodded. Alex dialed the phone.
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Derek shoved the man against the wall. "Are you responsible for this! Why have you drugged me and held me here!"
Derek's quarry flinched as his head hit the wall. "Derek ya need t' calm down! If you give m' a minute , I'll answer your questions!"
"Why should I trust you?" Derek snarled, his headache not helping him with his 'people skills'. "Have they finally turned you against me? Against the Legacy?"
"I am TRYING," Philip snapped back, "T' help save your life! Don' make m' regret that decision!"
With a start Derek let go of his 'friend', stalking away from him. Still not ready to trust. After all, only those in his house, had known he was going to be in New York for the layover. He wondered if Nick had talked to Philip about his flight.
Derek's tone was icy. "I'm listening."
Philip took a deep breath, knowing he needed to get to the point, and quickly. Derek's accusations stung, but that really didn't matter right now.. "Colin was hired t' kill you and the three others Sloan had selected t' replace him. After the man who hired him say you, Colin was t' throw your body in a place no one would ever find ya."
"Why didn't he tell someone?" Derek heard the sincerity in his former colleagues words, but was still reluctant. Too much was at stake for him to trust blindly, it could all be a trick. "Any number of people could have prevented this nescessity."
"I'm being blackmailed." Colin walked into the room, looking more tired and worn than Derek had ever seen a human being.
"Do you know by who? And why is Philip here?" Derek frowned, this sounded oddly familiar.
"Yes, but I cannot tell you who." Colin sighed and turned to Philip. "As for Philip, I needed someone to help me, someone who I could trust to do what is right, not what the Legacy tells him to, and I needed someone I could trust."
Philip ducked his head not meeting Derek's eyes. He was pulled right out of the Vatican, nobody there or in the Legacy knows he is with Colin. By his leaving without word he sincerely jeopardized his standing in the Priesthood, but after Colin told him what had transpired and said Derek and the others were in danger, he had no choice but to leave. When he went back, he was sure there would be hell to pay.
"What if I chose not to believe you? And walk out that door?" Derek knew this was bound to put Colin on the defensive, but it was Philip who answered.
"You will not be allowed t' leave, Derek." Philip answered, not liking what he had to do, but he would sacrifice anything to keep him safe.
"So I guess I'm your 'guest' here for awhile?" Derek's voice held his barely contained anger. He looked around. "And the others on the list?"
"I have made arrangements for their flights to suddenly be..... diverted, to certain locations, and I will bring them here until the time to strike." Colin sighed. "I'm sorry for this Derek, truly I am, but I have no choice but to keep you here."
"I know you have your reasons, but after this I will never be able to trust you," Derek paused, looking now at Philip, "either of you ever again."
"You do as you must." Philip said quietly, moving out the door, "as must we."
Then the door closed, leaving Derek locked within, a prisoner.
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Edward Mosby laughed, it was all coming together now. After he had seen Derek Rayne, his newest lackey had killed him and dropped the body where no one would ever find him. Next, Derek's house would fall, but not until after the others on Slaon's list died as well.
All he had ever dreamed of was coming to pass, an nobody was the wiser. After this, he only had a few loose ends to tie up, he would become infamous as the Precept who purged the Legacy of all evil influences. It was too bad so many were about to die. Soon the Legacy would belong to him alone.
*Journal Entry of Alex Moreau
Something funny is going on. First Derek disappears, and now Philip.... But that was strange as well, it sounded as if they didn't care that a Priest just up and left from the Vatican without word. What was going ON there.
I'm worried. Derek is gone. Philip is gone. And something is just at the edge of my senses, lurking. I wonder if it will ever come into focus so I can "see" what it is.
Rachel is worried too, but mostly for Nick's state of mind. He really blew when we couldn't find Philip anywhere in Rome. He knows something is really going wrong and I hope we will survive it. For now we wait and watch for clues, but I wouldn't be surprised if we end up going to London.
Either that, or whatever has happened to Derek and Philip will happen to us as well......
Journal Entry Closed*
Philip sighed and leaned back against the wall...this one had been way too close! Colin had managed by some form of trickery to guide the planes carrying two of the three candidates to a remote airfield, cause a warning light to trip and an emergancy landing to commence, then they gassed the plane and took their quarry. The first one had worked like a charm,the second.....
Sighing, Philip winced as the bullet graze on his thigh brushed against his torn jeans. The Legacy had caught on the second time and Colin and Philip had to race away, fortunately grabbing the New Delhi precept with them. Now they had three out of the four, and Philip walked into the "room" where they were held. He wondered if Derek was speaking to him yet.
Philip opened the door to see Derek helping the newest "guest" to his feet. As he opened the door, he recieved three angry stares.
"What do you want." Angeline Rojas of Mexico House snapped. Even though Philip had explained what they were doing, neither she nor Derek appreciated their imprisonment.
"We'll shortly have all four o' you here." Philip looked to make sure Raj was coming out of the gas without detriment. "Then we can plan on your return from th' dead."
"Remind me again why I shouldn't knock you out and run?" Angeline spat, not liking this situation one bit. She hadn't shut up since she awoke. She gave Philip a headache.
Philip looked at her coldly, he got shot so that SHE might rule the Legacy! "You do as ya must, but if ya want t' still b' alive tomorrow, you will stay and b' grateful for it!"
"You've been shot?" Derek noticed the tear and blood for the first time, he was frowning.
"It doesn't matter." Philip sighed and rubbed his hand across his eyes, there was still so much more to do, and no time to do it in. "I'll bring supper shortly."
As he turned to leave, Derek cought his arm, Philip looked him in the eyes. He saw a little concern there and relaxed somewhat, they weren't turning on him.
"You need to see a doctor." Derek's voice was still hard, but the anger in it was gone, now he just looked disappointed. Philip thought that was worse than the anger.
"I don't have time." Philip took his arm out of his former Precepts grasp. "There is too much t' do if this is t' work an' you all get your lives back."
"What's in this for you?" Angeline asks, "Why are you doing this?"
"To save lives." Philip looks Derek square in the eyes, then leaves the room.
Derek can't shake the feeling that this will be the last time he sees Philip.......
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Edward Mosby chuckled, three down and one to go! His leashed Hound was doing much better than he anticipated. Soon the Legacy would be his to controll, and with the announced death of Rayne he could sweep in and destroy the rest of the SF house by causing Nick Boye to "Suicide" after he kills his teammates. What more could they expect from a grieving lover of a member of his own sex?
Mosby doubted anyone would question the deaths when it was discovered Derek and Nick had a 'relationship". Even thinking the term applying to two of the same sex made him shudder in revulsion. Too bad others with the same affliction would die in his purging, but oh well, it's not like they counted anyway!
Mosby sat back in his , formerly Sloans, office and smiled. Soon he would rule the world!
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Rachel was worried, Nick was a basket case, Alex was worried, Kat was telling her that Derek was alright and with friends, but didn't know who, and Rachel was just plain scared. A normal day in the Legacy.
Rachel had to admit, Derek really held them all togather, he was the glue that bound them. His disappearance was like a blow to the spirit of the house,and the only other man who had a prayer of healing it, was gone too.
She reminded herself of the intense sessions she had with Philip after his rape at the hands of Hitchcock. He was angry, confused, and scared. She wondered if he had finally succumbed to his emotions and just left for parts unknown to heal. Or had he snapped? Or was her worst fear true and he and Derek were truely dead?
She didn' even want to think that. She knew they were alive. They had to be, if only for Nick's sake.
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Philip huddled next to the airstrip. It was a cold night and Colin was lurking somewhere else. The plane carrying Robert Falcon was due to be "diverted" right here , and land in just a few more minutes. Colin had slightly revised plans after their last close call, but Philip knew their luck was about to run out.
He hated it when he was right. A half hour later the plane landed, the gas canister had gone off and Philip entered the plane to find Falcon. He was surprised when two men in gas masks ran at him from the front of the plane, it was a trap! Philip pushed the panic buton, grabbed Falcon and made for the door. Praying Colin could get to him in time.
He reached the doorway and thrust Falcon into Colin's waiting arms, but as he moved to follow his friends retreating figure, his injured leg betrayed him and he fell. He landed with a thud at the bottom of the stairway and lay there stunned, easy prey for his pursuers.
Philip lay, fighting off the dizzieness and watched as Colin faded away into the darkness with the Vancouver Precept. Then Philip too faded away into the darkness of unconsciousness. A prisoner of the Legacy who would think him a traitor.
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Colin cursed as he carried Falcon into the bunker he had been using as his hiding place. Only he and Philip knew where it was, but now they had him. Would Mosby protect him? Or would he let them have him to "extract" information out of? Colin faced the room with the others with a heavy heart. He couldn't do this alone, and he couldn't let them out yet.
He opened the door and laid Robert out on the last bed.
"Where's Philip?" Derek asked, voice giving nothing to Colin in the way of warmth.
Colin didn't answer and left the room without another word. He heard Rayne cursing him as he closed the door. Colin knew he had to hurry, he had to get help or he wouldn't be able to complete his task. Mosby had to go down, and he couldn't do it alone.
He had no choice, he had to bring in the others of the SF house. Now Philip's life, as well as the Legacy's depended on it.
End part 3
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