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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 9/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words: 879
Prompt:  LN5 - The Love of My Life 
Warnings:  Non-explicit depictions of violence and implied torture.  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.



Days turned into weeks, and rumors began to filter back to Jericho about events in the east. Beck and his allies had defected within days of crossing the Mississippi. As time went on, the ASA propaganda machine began to specifically target Beck as the ringleader of the defectors, a traitor, and the face of the enemy. It wasn't long before Major Edward Beck was the ASA's Public Enemy Number One.

While the ASA-controlled media never admitted to losing battles, the rumors filtering through the black market trading network told a different story. Those rumors told them Beck's coalition was giving strength to Columbus' war effort, although at the moment, that simply meant that Columbus was holding its ground against the ASA advance.

Heather, Hawkins and Jake knew that if Beck continued to be this effective, then it was only a matter of time before the ASA decided to find ways to strike at Beck personally - to distract and demoralize him. Perhaps through his wife and daughter, if they could be found.

Or perhaps through Heather, if they found out about her.


The lead interrogator - Reyes? Hayes? - pulled up a chair and sat too close to her.

"I understand," he purred close to her ear, his voice insiduous and oily, "that you and Major Beck became quite...close." He made the word sound dirty somehow, Heather thought through a haze of pain.

Reyes? Hayes? reached out and lifted her chin. She blinked, seeing two of him through her swollen eyes. Perhaps there were two, she thought dazedly, trying not to hear the part of her mind gibbering in panic and pain and begging her to tell him anything he wanted to know.

"I can't really see it myself," he continued, his voice too soothing, too reasonable, for what was happening. "His wife is...stunning. Really, no comparison. But, I suppose, any port in a storm."

Heather focused on only one word. "Is?" she whispered through her bruised and cut lips. 

"Oh, yes. Alive and well - doing much better than you, in fact. But then, she's far stronger than you, you know. A survivor in all senses of the word."

"You're a liar," she said. Her voice was thick and slurred as she tried to form words with a mouth that couldn't move normally. "You don't have her."

The lead interrogator's face hardened, his eyes flat and deadly. "You and Beck were lovers. Tell me everything you know about him."

"I don't know anything," she said. "He's the love of my life, yes, but we were never lovers."

The blow took her by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. It resplit her lip, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. The shock and the fresh pain made her head spin and tears spring to her eyes.

"Now who's the liar?" he sneered. "Tell me everything you know."

"I don't know what you want from me," she sobbed. It wasn't difficult to let her tears flow. She was battered and bruised, her face swollen from the blows they'd given her during and since her "arrest". Now she was bound to this chair, her arms tied so tightly behind her, her shoulders were screaming in agony while her hands were numb, her fingers thick and clumsy.

Even as she sobbed she was again looking around the room, assessing the cameras, recognizing the two-way mirror. They'd send footage of this to him, she thought with a stab of despair, even as she tried to remember everything Hawkins had told her about plastic wrist ties, and interrogation techniques. Tried to remember all the things they'd talked about and all the training they'd done in preparation for just this event. They were never supposed to be able to take her in the first place; now she had to stay alive long enough for Jake and Hawkins to find her, or for her to seize an opportunity to escape. She was thankful they hadn't found the thin blades hidden in the seams of her jeans or the thin wires hidden in the seams of her shirt. If they'd leave her alone - and if her fingers would work - she might be able to cut her way through the plastic bands around her wrists. She doubted she'd have a chance of escape, but when their interrogation methods turned to sexual assault - as she was positive they would - she wanted to be able to defend herself for as long as she could.

Heather took grim satisfaction from the fact that her assailants were also bruised and battered. Beck would be horrified - and yet reluctantly proud of her. Hawkins - she could hear Hawkins whispering in her ear even now to stay calm, stay focused, to ride the pain and to do all she could to position herself to strike


She started as she realized her interrogator had asked her a question. She blinked at him.

"What?" she muttered.

"Tell me about his friends. Tell me about his enemies."

Heather stared at him through eyes that were almost swollen shut. "I'm his only friend," she said. "Jake Green is his worst enemy."

Reyes? Hayes? leaned back, and smiled with unpleasant satisfaction. "Tell me more," he purred.

As she began to speak, she almost felt sorry for the bastard.

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