|They Walk Amongst Us
Author: Celeste Rose PM
They're Here. More are Coming. Don't Worry. We have a Plan. That's what they told us, but will the plan hold up to an alien invasion? A multi chapter story starting with The Crossing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Adventure - Chapters: 7 - Words: 46,301 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 05-20-06 - Published: 12-27-05 - id: 2722105
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Extended again Author's Note: If you note I have changed some details. I began this story before the four episodes unaired on American television aired in Britain. So some details are naturally different at the moment; Agent Hayes, Cavennaugh's brother, is dead already. I'm thinking about going back andmaking him wounded instead of dead from a firefight in the international tunnel in DC. Anyways, another detail I changed was Daphne's and Fenway's relationship. In this story they had a past relationship, instead of her knowing Fenway from a chance meeting where he hit on her mother of all people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Threshold...
Beta'd by Ethos. Note: I've basically just beta'd her grammar and sentence structure, so everything else will remain intact for her artistic purposes.
"What's wrong with us? Why is it cold now?"
"Something is about to happen, again." Molly muttered. "Or someone is coming."
Sean tried to struggle to his feet, but Molly knelt down beside him and gently pushed him back down. "Sean, I need you to reserve your strength, not hurtyourself."
She stood to her feet then and hiked up her nightgown until she reached her thigh. Lucas and Cavennaugh both stared; Lucas because he was wondering why Molly was hitching her gown up, and Cavennaugh because he had quite the nice view from where he was. There on her pale thigh was a gun holster. She took out the gun that Cavennaugh had given her.
"You go to sleep with a gun on your thigh?" Lucas asked, blinking.
"Gives a new meaning to dangerous woman..." Cavennaugh muttered.
She glared at them both. "And when I save both of your asses, what are you going to do?"
"Grovel at your feet, apparently," Cavennaugh said. "Considering you won't let me get up."
They heard someone walking, coming towards them, all of their cocky banter stopped as the person entered the clearing.
"I need to know your decision. Are you one of us?"
Chapter seven: Head Trip Part Three
Raven watched her plants grow. That was almost all she did these days it seemed... She cared for her plants, improved her plants, and made them grow.
She walked in her greenhouse, reaching out and touching the linear wheat. Before she had joined the program, they had not been able to mutate wheat. She shook her head; just because one pesky chemical didn't like to hold the infection. She had changed all of that...
She wondered sometimes why she didn't go ahead and become improved. Ravenese was still only half-blessed. She could become fully blessed and enter the council of the elders soon. Yet, she still hadn't made that decision. They had given her plenty of time.
She didn't understand why she needed that time at first. She had been so eager to become improved. Yet, now she had her doubts. She had seen Molly.
Molly was just like her, maybe older and a bit taller. Certainly prettier; Raven frowned at that then shook her head. That was of no real matter. After all, they did have different mothers. Of course they looked a bit different.
Molly though, was human. Well, almost completely human. She had raised theta waves, and she was successful. She didn't need to be improved. Raven hung her head. Ravenese needed improvement...
Daphne sat down on one of Fenway laptops and looked at her nails. They were getting long, she smiled vainly.
Fenway watched her. "Larson, mind getting off of there?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Its not like you're going to use it for anything, is it?"
He glared at her. "Do we have to argue today?"
She sighed and jumped off the counter. "Nigel, do you think they'll sleep forever?"
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Nope, they have to wake up eventually."
They were both silent for a few moments; he wanted to talk about the past. Yet, he also wanted to avoid the subject. It was still painful to think about it.
"You think we'll make it through all of this?" she muttered.
He avoided her eyes for a moment, then looked her in the eye. "Logically, there's no way in hell we are going to make it. But... I suppose there's always hope."
"Hope's a chore I really don't care for anymore..." she said. Now avoiding his eyes. "Why did it end?"
"We've already discussed this Daphne; it was hell."
"Yeah, I know. Maybe when this is over, we should try it again."
He laughed. "Do you think this will ever end?"
"So basically, no chance in hell?"
"Wasn't that the probability before all of this happened? I seem to remember that being one of the last things you said to me before you threw me out the door."
It was now her turn to laugh. "It was your own fault Nigel Fenway."
"Yeah, I know."
Gunneson walked into the clearing. "I need to know your decision. Are you one of us?" he asked her.
She stared at him for a moment. "Why are you here again? I told you this last time. I'm not one of you!"
"Molly, you really need to actually give thought to it. Instead of flat out denying yourself this chance, to become something more than mere human." He reached his hand out to her.
She backed away, the gun trembling in her hands. "Leave me alone!" she whispered hoarsely.
Cavennaugh stood up behind her, winching at the pains that were going through his back. He reached his arms around her protectively and took the gun. "I'll take this," he muttered in her ear.
She slipped from his arms as he took aim at Gunneson. "I shot you once, I'll sure as hell do it again. Now back up, and get the hell out of here!"
"No. I'm not leaving." Gunneson advanced once more, his hand still extended. "You're all the same as I am. Why don't you want to improve yourselves? Isn't that humanities goal? To better itself?"
"Yeah, its our goal." Lucas said coming out from behind a tree. "But changing who we really are isn't the way of achieving it. We have to achieve it on our own, without any help. Otherwise, we aren't improving ourselves are we?"
"Why don't you want any help? Wouldn't it be easier just to accept it?" Gunneson prompted.
"No. Humanity needs to learn its own lessons, by itself." Molly said. "We don't need to be lead. We need to do it all by ourselves. Now will you leave the clearing?"
Cavennaugh hadn't pointed the gun away from the infectee yet; it wasn't aimed at his heart this time. It was aimed at the point between Gunneson's eyes; his hands weren't even shaking. "Come one step closer, and I'll put a bullet between your eyes."
"Fine then, someone else will come later and give you the rest of the story. I hope you're happy with your decision. You got to do things the hard way." Gunneson turned and left the clearing.
Sean still kept the gun pointed at the man's back until the blast of cold surrounded them again, and Gunneson was gone. He lowered the gun and turned around to face the others. "Why did you hide behind a tree, Lucas?"
The young man ran a hand through his kinky curls and laughed nervously. "I sorta avoid situations like that, you know."
Sean handed Molly her gun back. "Sorry for taking it. I hope you don't mind much." he said a little sheepishly.
She glared at him for a moment before reaching down and securing the gun again. "Just don't do it again. I'm a big girl. I can handle things myself." She said standing up and playfully punching the agent in the arm.
"Oh right, that's near your back. Sorry."
"I'm leaving for the night. See you losers later." said Ramsey as he grabbed his coat.
Daphne and Fenway looked up; they were both sipping on coffee in the break room. "Going home, Ramsey?" Fenway asked.
"No. I'm going to go have some fun. You think I would go home on a nice night like this?"
"Just be careful. We don't want you to go get wasted and pass out somewhere, do we?" Daphne said.
"Nope. I don't want to get called to come pick your short ass up." said Fenway, taking another sip of coffee.
"Well, don't worry about it. I'll take a taxi." Ramsey left the break room and the Threshold building altogether... It was time for a real party.
Kyle opened his eyes. Everything around him was a blur at first until it gradually focused. His head hurt so much...
He tried to sit up, but something was keeping him from doing that. "Whoa, don't try to sit up." He felt a hand gently push him back down to the bed.
"You're not ready to get up yet. We know you're not fully infected. Are you the guy that shot all of those infectees?" Fenway asked.
"How do you know I'm not fully infected. It could just be an alien trick for all you guys know." He tried to sit up again.
"We have you restrained at the moment. Please don't try to get up again."
"Why do you have me restrained! I did nothing wrong!"
"Mainly because you broke into Caffrey's house. That's all. Plus its not like we can really trust you. Can we?"
"I haven't done anything to Threshold. You have no reason to believe that I would hurt you."
"That doesn't exactly matter, until you've earned our trust. We actually have no reason to trust you at all." said Daphne. "We want to, but how can you expect us to? This is war; maybe it's not full out war, but its sure as hell some sort of war. And in war the general rule is to trust no one, is it not?"
Kyle inclined his head a bit. "Tis true."
"Now can you explain exactly why you were in Caffrey's house?" Fenway asked.
"I was looking for her; is that a crime?" Kyle answered.
"Not really. Except this isn't normal circumstances is it? How do you know Caffrey?"
"That's really none of your business."
"Remember, it's not normal circumstances, so it is our business. Now answer the question please." Fenway asked.
"So it's a crime to know a person now?"
"Not normal circumstances, geesh. How many times do we have to say that?" Larson asked.
"Well, why don't you two go-"
Ramsey was sitting at a table eerily similar to the one he had sat at the night Cavennaugh drug him to Threshold. There was booze every where, and women in various states of undress surrounding him. A few strippers were grinding poles on stage. He smirked. He was actually having a really good time, but of course... How could he not? He reached for his drink, his eyes never leaving the sights.
He turned around and muttered something to one of the girls. "Would you like to go someplace more private, if you know what I mean?"
The busty blonde smiled at him, letting him take her hand. He led her away...
Molly was holding her knees to her, her head hung sadly. Gunneson was beyond saving... And there was nothing she could do about it. "Why does it have to be like this?" she whispered to her companions.
"That's life Molly. It's not perfect. If it was perfect, then all of this would never have happened." Lucas muttered.
Cavennaugh nodded, not really paying too much attention. He wasn't into all of this deep stuff; let the scientists ponder life, not him.
"He's beyond saving. Do you think we'll ever be able to make him human again?"
Lucas spoke up. "What if the infectee's are telling the truth, that they are aware, that they actually want this!"
"Come on Lucas, you know how it felt to listen to the damn tape. Did you want it?" said Cavennaugh, rubbing the side of his head. "I still cringe when thinking about it."
"That's true, Lucas. We didn't appreciate being exposed to the signal. Did you want to become an infectee, to better yourself as Gunneson says when you were fighting for your humanity?" Molly questioned.
Lucas shrugged. "I'm now far more aware of things then I was... Everything seems so... So much more clear, maybe I was effected more than Fenway thinks I am."
"Well, we'll know the truth sooner of later; it won't be long." muttered Cavennaugh.
Ramsey led her into a hotel room he had arranged for in a different hotel, so he could have some privacy for once. "So how much do you charge?"
She smiled at him. "I'm pretty cheap, about fifty for a go."
He grinned. "That is cheap!" he laughed and reached for his wallet. "Here you go," he said handing her the fifty.
Suddenly the door burst open! "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" His eyes widened. The woman pulled a gun on him as well, he realized then, that he'd been busted by undercover cops... Damn... Caffrey wouldn't like this one...
"I'm not telling you anything!" growled Kyle.
"Then I'm going to have to throw you in a cell for the rest of your life! How would you like that!" said Whitaker.
"Well, you can just go fu-"
"That's enough!" Whitaker roared over Kyle's obscenities. "You're being thrown in the cell! TAKE HIM AWAY!" He ordered a couple of agents that were posted at the medlab's entrance.
"Wait a damn second!" said Fenway, "He's my patient, and I think I'm the only one who can make that decision! The sedatives your agents stuck him in the neck with haven't fully worn off! He needs medical attention!"
"Well, I think I can overrule you doctor! I'm your boss, aren't I? I say he goes into lockup!"
Fenway glared, "According to Caffrey's protocols I'm the one in charge of this situation."
"Well, according to me he's going to lockup, I honestly don't give a damn about this infectee's," at that word Whitaker sneered, "health, and Caffrey's asleep. So I'm in charge, and I'm overruling her protocols. Take him away."
The agent's hesitated, "TAKE HIM AWAY RIGHT NOW!" roared Whitaker. The guards did as they were told.
Baylock was in his office unaware of all that was going on. He took another sip of his now cold coffee. He knew he should be working on getting Fenway to wake up the other three members of the Red Team, but he just felt like relaxing for once. After all he deserved it, did he not?
He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for just a moment...
A loud ring suddenly disturbed the silence. He grabbed ahold of the phone that was on his messy desk and answered it. "Hello?"
"Ah, Baylock... I got into a bit of trouble." It was Ramsey...
"What do you mean you got into a bit of trouble!" Baylock growled.
"I'm sorta in lock up.. Can you come down here and bail me out?"
Baylock's eyes widened. "Okay, tell me where you're exactly at. But when I get ahold of you..." Baylock continued to threaten Ramsey as he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
Molly shivered, and leaned against Cavennaugh's frame a bit more. For some reason the forest had steadily became colder... Cavennaugh wrapped an arm around her shoulders; she leaned into him. At least Cavennaugh and Lucas had had the sense to wear something heavier to bed since it was winter in DC.
Molly though, had wore her usual satin white nightgown.
It was so cold...
"Are you okay, Molly? Its not really that cold." muttered Cavennaugh.
"Lucas seems to be cold as well." She pointed out to him.
The young man was leaning against one of the linear crystalline trees all alone, shivering harshly.
"That's true enough. My best bet is that you two are far more sensitive to this world then I am. I can barely sense a thing..."
"That's not true! You sense plenty Cavennaugh. You just got to get in touch with your alien side..." she said, chuckling.
"I think someone has been watching too much Dr. Phil again..."
She pinched him. "OUCH!"
Suddenly she started to shiver harder. "Someone's coming," she whispered, her voice haggard.
Cavennaugh even felt the chill... This wasn't good...
Fenway took the elevator down to the ground floor and then walked over to a maintenance closet. He dialed in the number to gain access to the room. It took a moment for it to process. He tapped his foot impatiently as the door finally opened.
He walked to the back of the room and pushed aside some brooms and mops and found another security pad; he dialed in yet another number and waited again for the thing to open... The lengths Caffrey took to keep some of the things Threshold did secret...
He entered the now open passage and took the stairs to go to the underground holding cells. There weren't that many prisoners now...
At the moment there was just that young man and the vigilante... Everyone else had been moved to West Virginia.
He walked over to the young man's cell and pushed the button so he could hear him. "You ready to talk yet?"
"Go to hell."
"You could at least tell me what you want," said Fenway. "Plus, I need to know your allergy info and the such. Considering if you don't tell me anything, you're going to be in here for a very, very long time."
The young man was silent for a moment. Fenway leaned against the wall letting the man consider his options for a moment. Finally the man spoke up...
"My name is Gregory Pierce. Happy now?"
Fenway took out a form and filled in the name. "Anything else you want to tell me?"
Greg sighed. "Yes. I'm a reporter for the Post."
"Nice to know the Post is doing its job. Let me guess, following up about Threshold? How did you find out about me?"
"Nikki Frost spoke to my boss again."
"How sweet. I think I see what happened here. What have you found out about Threshold so far?"
"Nothing really..." He sounded forlorn.
"Alright then," said Fenway. He believed the young man; he just seemed a bit trust worthy. "If you're telling the truth, I think we can let you out of here. My superiors will have to do some digging though."
He nodded. "I'm hungry; can I get something to eat?"
Fenway smiled slightly. "Alright." he said as he left to go see Kyle.
For some reason he believed Greg. Maybe, just maybe this situation could be used for Threshold's benefit...
Baylock looked into the cell. Ramsey luckily enough was alone in the cell. "What did you do?"
"Ah... I got busted for buying some time with a hooker."
Baylock groaned; why did Caffrey have to be asleep at the moment? Why did he have to deal with Ramsey! "Exactly why did you hire a hooker?" he muttered.
"Ahh... Do I have to fully answer that question?"
"Never mind. I don't want to know. But, if I get you out of here... You're going to be paying for the bail in sweat and blood, do you understand me!"
The dwarf nodded faintly, seemingly paying little attention to Baylock.
Baylock narrowed his eyes at the far smaller man; why did Ramsey always rub him the wrong way? Ever since he'd met the dwarf he had felt like hurting the younger man; painfully. Baylock knew Fenway was in agreement with him. Ramsey needed to learn a lesson. But how?
The cold was almost overwhelming this time, Molly didn't know what was wrong. These alien feelings and impulses had never been so strong before... Suddenly it all stopped. A man was walking into the clearing, his stocky frame was well known to the three dreamers. Manning...
Molly raised the gun again, and pointed it at his head. "I'm not afraid of shooting you!"
"Molly, I have no intention of harming you, or your colleagues, so will you please aim that gun someplace else?"
Caffrey didn't lower the gun. Instead she narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Why exactly would I ever trust you?"
"Because I know the truth, and I came here to convince you to believe it. What Threshold is doing is futile and wrong. We're here to help humanity, not to hinder it."
Molly cocked one dark perfect eyebrow up. "Why would I ever believe a word you're saying? What proof do you have; what truth are you talking about?"
"You don't know? Not even a single one of the blessed has mentioned it to you?"
"Mentioned what?" Cavennaugh growled out.
"The reason why we're here of course." Manning said, his eyes sweeping over the three. "You three seriously don't know the truth?"
Lucas was even glaring at him by this point. The three were already getting weary of this conversation.
"Just spit it out already!" snarled Cavennaugh.
"Young man, you didn't figure it out from what we were nice enough to show you tonight?"
"You mean the star exploding and spewing cosmic radiation?"
"Yes, that's the truth I'm talking about." Manning look more than slightly frustrated.
"Then what's the big deal about a star exploding who knows where in the galaxy?" Cavennaugh said glaring at the once captain of the USS Bighorn.
"Because that radiation will hit Earth in exactly six years."
The three exchanged looks. "Prove it." Lucas said.
"Tell your NASA to look at the Rida section, 45 degrees south declamation eight hours from now. I'm sure they will confirm it."
Lucas' eyes had widened, apparently thinking back to something he had learned while still at school. He look wary, and more than slightly anguished.
"I'll leave you now, unless you have anymore questions."
"Why do you want to change us then?" Molly whispered. "If this planet is doomed, then why make us change who we are?"
"Because the Blessed have the ability to survive the radiation. We can save your people, every single live is sacred to us. Just let us help you."
"You want me to honestly, and openly let you win this?" She hissed.
Manning nodded. "If Threshold wins, the planet is doomed. Think about it for awhile Molly," he said as he walked out of the clearing. With a blast of cold air he disappeared into the void.
Fenway walked over to Kyle's cell and knocked on the glass. The man looked up at him and glared.
"I'm sorry about you being in there, I tried to stop Whittaker from throwing you in there. You know that." said Fenway.
"Like I'm supposed to trust the man who had me secured to a bed."
"Listen, its not my fault you're in that cell."
The man glared at him and stood up and walked over to the glass. "You're not down here to apologize. Tell me the real reason you're here."
"You know why I'm here; I can't wake Caffrey, or the other two up."
"I knew you said Caffrey was asleep, but what do you mean she can't wake up?"
Fenway explained it to him. Kyle nodded. "I know what's wrong. Listen, trust me on this, okay? I'll be gone for a few moments, when I return hopefully Caffrey and the other will be awake."
"Why so trusting suddenly?" asked Fenway.
"I could care less about the other two, but Caffrey is the one I'm worried about."
Fenway nodded. "What do you mean disappear?"
"I'm going to where they are."
Fenway looked confused for a moment, and then shrugged. "Whatever you say, but the camera over there will catch everything you know?"
"Doctor, how about you do some mischief and take care of the camera for me?" Kyle asked.
Fenway smirked and took out some gum from his pocket, unwrapping some and popping it into his mouth. "Happily I will oblige. Good day to you Kyle, good luck waking them up." Fenway spoke to the other man for a few more minutes, knowing that their voices weren't being recorded, but he was stalling for time.
He wished Kyle well and he said his goodbyes finally, and as he passed by the camera he waved to the guard who was surely monitoring it and stuck the wad of gum onto the lense. Turning around he gave Kyle a thumbs up as he made his way out of the dungeon like holding area.
Suddenly it was getting cold all over again. Another figure appeared outside the clearing.
Molly drew the gun rapidly, and pointed it at the mystery figure's head. The figure came closer with his hands held up. "Molly, lower the weapon. I'm here
to help wake you guys up."
"Who is this Molly?" demanded Cavennaugh.
Instead of listening to Sean she flung herself into Kyle's arms and hugged him. "Thank god! I thought you'd never get here!"
Cavennaugh glared; he didn't know why he suddenly didn't like this other man... He had Cynthia and everything, but still... He was the one who was supposed
to save Molly.
"How are we going to leave, then?" Lucas asked, interrupting Molly's embrace with the man.
"This is how." The other man closed his vivid blue eyes, and then Sean's eyes opened up to bright lights of Fenway's medlab.
To be continued...
Alright I've decided to have a little poll. Tell me the answer in your review; should I go back and make Hayes alive, so I can make some nice anguish? I really need to know your answer.