Author: PhoenixOwnsTheNight PM
1994's SPEED seen through the eyes of Jack's neice, Isabel. Lots of drama with Jack and his family, Annie, and of course, Howard Payne.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Suspense - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,240 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 04-06-10 - Published: 12-29-08 - id: 4753992
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I want to apologize for not updating this story in forever! I've been so busy with school and my new quarter just started. But I saw a Speed marathon on HBO a few weeks back and got a bunch of new ideas for this story, and even a storyline for Speed 2, so that is definitely happening. I'll try my best to update as much as possible :) Reviews are always encouraged!
Isabel squinted, wishing in that moment she could have the option of being invisible, like that chick from X-Men. Then her mother's harsh tone of voice that she got when she was being severely over-protective echoed in her head. Nothing could save her from the shit storm that was about to take place. She heard a low whistle above her and looked up. Jack was standing over her, not happy.
She smiled at him. A lame attempt to downplay the situation. "Hi, Uncle Jack. Very subtle. The whole car chasing bus... thing."
Jack leaned down to her level and checked under the seat. Mike glanced back at them in a state of complete confusion. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be downtown."
"I missed the bus. Don't tell Mom?"
Jack rolled his eyes. Right. That was the last thing any of them needed to worry about. She didn't need to be there, shouldn't be there. But it was what it was. Focus on the mission at hand: Keep the passenger's calm and the bus above fifty.
"What happened to Winston?" Isabel asked. Winston was what she named Jack's jeep, and in actuality, was the name of the man she almost killed while Jack was teaching her to drive last Summer. Let's just say that was her last lesson with him.
Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Parked somewhere on the freeway."
Jack wiped his forehead, sweat dripping, and noticed that the entire bus was staring at him. Isabel studied his body language. Something was really wrong. She'd never seen him this worked up. And why did he keep looking under the seats? "Okay, you're officially freaking me out. Tell me what's going on."
Jack turned to her, hand on the back of Mike's seat. "It's gonna be fine. I'm..."
Before he could finish his sentence, screams were coming from the front of the bus. Jack whipped around to find a man with a gun pointed right at him. He felt Izzie grab the back of his flannel shirt, and moved a few inches to the right to try and block her from the guy's view. Whoever he was.
"What are you doing?!" Isabel yelled from behind Jack. She peeked out a little. The guy looked completely crazed and ready for anything.
Jack held both hands up in mid-air. "I don't know you, man. I'm not here for you. Let's not do this, okay? Just put it down."
"Get away from me! Stop the bus!"
"Look, whatever you did, I'm sure you're sorry. But I don't care about your crime. This has nothing to do with it. Understand?"
The man looked ready to consider backing down when a huge guy jumped him and pushed him to the floor. The gun went off and Izzie instinctively dropped to the floor, scrambled under the seat, and covered her body with her arms the best she could. She could feel the bus start to swerve and everyone going nuts around her. She caught a glimpse of the driver on the floor. Bleeding. He had been shot.
After Jack and the big guy finally got the gun away, Jack handcuffed the man to a metal railing and Izzie grabbed his hand as he helped her up. She was placed back in her seat in one swift movement. "Okay?"
Izzie nodded in a daze. "Uh huh."
"Sit, stay, keep breathing, and don't make my job harder." Jack ordered in cop mode.
"I should have just skipped." Izzie answered, eyes on the back of Mike's head.
Jack moved to the commotion around the driver, ignoring her for the moment. Izzie wriggled her toes and pinched her elbow to make sure she was still present and accounted for. Gun shots were not something she wanted to get used to. Ever. Yikes. Her eyes moved to Annie, who was now driving the bus. Hopefully they could get off on the next exit. Then Annie started to yell something at Jack. She looked panic.
"You slow down and the bus will explode!" Jack blurted out.
Or maybe they wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. Izzie gripped the sides of her seat, trying to stay calm. There was a BOMB on the bus. Their lives were in the hands of this crazy, Annie woman. They were all going to die. How was she supposed to?
"There's a bomb on the bus." Jack began explaining. Izzie didn't need to hear anything else. Bomb was it.
Then he was on the phone with Harry and checking for wires underneath Annie. Sam told Jack to check the access panel and he opened a small door leading underneath the bus. Izzie jumped up and headed towards him, reaching her hand out for the phone. She might as well make herself useful. The sooner he diffused the thing, if there even was one under there, the sooner they could get out of this mess.
Jack eyed his niece a moment, but knew by the determined expression on her face he knew too well, that she wasn't going to leave him alone. So he gave in. "Hey Harry. He's going under now." Isabel said into the phone.
"Your Mom won't stop calling to yell at me and it's all your fault." Harry said in an annoyed tone. Then in a more concerned one, "You hanging in?"
"Uh huh. This the same guy from the elevator?"
"At least he's consistent." Harry retorted.
Izzie repeated a few terms from Jack to Harry, only recognizing one. C4. Overheard shop talk from countless Saturday's at her house. "Thing could blow a hole up your mother's dress, through a mule's ass." Declan told Jack once of his days on the bomb squad. They never knew she was listening of course. She and Kim would always hide next to the open window inside the house where they thought they were out of earshot.
Suddenly the bus jerked to the right. Izzie clutched the phone, held it to her chest, and hung on to one of the rails. They hit about nine or ten cars and then Annie demanded to know whether to stay on or get off. Water bins, red lights, a baby stroller full of cans, and more cars are ignored before they're in the clear. Apparently, Mac had an interstate cleared for them. Izzie glanced up at a helicopter circling above them.
Jack grabbed the phone from her. "Yeah, we're in the clear. Do me a favor and call Mel for me? Tell her Iz is okay and that she's sorry for missing the bus." He shot Izzie a look and she rolled her eyes at him. He motioned for her to sit down in one of the front seats. "Oh shit." Jack disconnects from Harry, and leans in next to Annie, looking at the upcoming construction site.
"Hard right ahead."
"What?" Annie said, panicked.
Jack moved to the middle of the aisle in two quick strides and addressed the passengers. "Okay, everybody move to the left side of the bus! We're gonna tip over!"
"What?!" Izzie and Annie said in unison. They exchanged worried looks.
"Has he always been this crazy or is this a new thing?" Annie asked her in a serious tone.
Izzie shook her head. "Not a new thing." She moved over to Jack feeling sick to her stomach. "What do you mean tip over?"
"I mean tip over as in the bus will tip over when we make the hard right ahead." Jack explained, trying to direct her to left with the other scared passengers.
Izzie held onto the her seat on the right side, not budging. "I can't do this. Jack... I... can't we just stop?! You don't even know if this guy's for real or not."
Before she knew what was happening, Jack had pulled her away from the seat in mid-sentence and she was in an empty one on the left, clutching it with both hands. "There. Now just do the same thing."
"I hate you. You're gonna kick this bomber guy's ass, right?"
"Absolutely." He told her, moving over to Annie. "Everybody hold on!"