Transmission Re-Established. . .
Posted: July 7, 2007
Chapter Twenty-One: Best Laid Plans
Wally sighed happily as the warm body next to him snuggled up against him. He opened his eyes, to find his beautiful girlfriend's head on his chest. He ran his fingers lovingly through her dark locks. In response she squeezed him a little bit tighter, which didn't hurt at all as his ribs had long been healed. "Shelia," he spoke softly. "Wakey, wakey." He nudged her.
"Five more minutes," she spoke with her eyes closed.
"I guess you don't want your present then," he teased.
Wally then saw one brown eye open and then the other. "A present?" Abby asked curiously. "For what?"
"You know what for." The blonde then sat up, focusing Abby to roll off of him. "I'll meet you in the kitchen," was all he said before grabbing something to wear and leaving the bedroom of the small apartment they had been sharing for several months.
As Abby was getting ready for a shower, her phone rung. She quickly answered it as she recognized the number. "Hello?" she answered softly. "Oh, hi. It's been a long time," she greeted the person on the other end. "I know, and I was, it's just. . . I understand. When?" Her brow then furrowed. "I need more time. . . but-" she sighed. "Fine." She then ended the call before making her way to the bathroom.
About half an hour later, Abby made her way down the hall, the smell of pancakes and sausage enticing her senses. "You cooked?" she said surprised with a smile on her face. "I've must of done something good," she guessed, but as she turned to the kitchen she realized that Wally wasn't in there, though breakfast was already laid out.
Her ears perked up as she heard the piano, which was located in the corner of the living room. She groaned as she walked towards Wally. "I never really liked that song," she told him as he made room for her next to him on the bench.
"Why? It's a great song," he told her, as he looked directly at her, for playing took no effort whatsoever on his part. He had been playing for as long as he could remember, and though he would never admit out loud to actually like doing it, it was so ingrained into his being, that he couldn't imagine not playing. "Come, on, sing for me," he asked of her.
Abby laughed. "I don't remember the words," she told him.
"How about I start you off?" he suggested.
"Whatever," she replied.
Wally continued to play for moment. "These are the reasons that we love," he singed a little out of tune before looking at her expectantly.
She rolled her eyes. "And baby my love you can be sure of. I got your back, when the. . . when the. . ." she shrugged. "I don't remember."
Wally looked to his keys and began the line again. "I got your back, when the odds are stack, against us you will see. This is the promise that I make, you can always count on me." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You can always count on me."
"You're a dork, you know that?" Wally only smiled at her. "Come on." She stood up taking him with her. "I'm hungry. You know I'm eating for two now."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he told her as he practically had to be dragged from the piano.
Within the kitchen each fixed their own plate and took a seat at the table. Wally stared at her between bites. "What?" she asked growing a bit annoyed with it.
"So," he pushed his plate aside and rested his arms on the table. "What do you want?" he asked her. "A boy or a girl?" Wally just couldn't stop smiling as he looked upon his beautiful, pregnant girlfriend.
At his question, Abby's eyes grew a bit sad. "You're really excited about this, aren't you?" she asked with her head down.
Seeing her sudden change of mood, Wally's smile finally began to slip away. "Well, yeah. I want a few brats running around," he admitted. He then realized, that last night, after she had told him she was pregnant, that maybe she seemed a little worried. "Numbah Five, what's wrong?" he asked. "Don't you want kids with me?" He sat up a little, bracing himself for the answer.
"Of course, I do!" she quickly reassured him.
"Then what is it?" he asked.
She sighed. "It just feels so wrong," she began. "Before you, I always imagined, that I would be sharing this moment with Hoagie." Wally frowned at the mention of the other's name. "That I would be carrying his child." She placed her hand on her stomach. "I mean, I was a Senthos-"
"That's not you anymore," he cut her off. "You are Abigail Lincoln." He reached for both of her hands and brought them up to his face. "My Numbah Five."
Tears slipped from Abby's eyes. "But I killed a man, Wally. A man I had promised always to love." She lowered her gazed. "And I betrayed him."
Wally looked sympathetic towards her. "He betrayed you," he made clear. "You lov- loved him and he manipulated you into doing his own dirty work. Abby, if you hadn't followed him into the woods, if you didn't have my other gun. . . I would be dead right now. Don't you get that?" There was then a pause in his speech. "Unless, you regret killing Hoagie. Regret saving me." He lowered his head.
"Wally, no," she breathed. "Nothing like that. There are some things in this world I can do without, but you're not one of them," she told him sweetly. She then reached up and took his face in her hand. "I hope she has your eyes," she said with a look of joy in her own as she finally answered Wally's original question.
Wally leaned into her touch. "I hope she has your smile," he wished.
"And I hope you never change," she spoke with a smile that for some reason didn't reach her eyes, causing Wally to look at her oddly. "There's something I have to show you. Today," she stressed.
"What is it?" he asked.
Abby shook her head. "You should eat, you'll need your strength," she told him before turning back to her plate and beginning her breakfast.
Before long, Wally was in the passenger seat of their car as Abby drove silently, a look of determination on her face. "Numbah Five?" Wally began softly as he reached over and put a hand on her thigh. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" he asked again for the second time since they began their little journey and once again Abby told him she was fine. He then realized it was a question that would not be answered to his liking and so decided to ask another one. "Where are we going anyway?" he asked as it donned on him he hadn't asked before.
Abby then smiled the kind of smile that he hated, the kind that almost looked between fake and sad. "It's a surprise, boo," was all she told him as she parked her car in a nearly empty parking lot of the city zoo.
Wally's expression brighten. "Oh! Let's go to the monkey house," he declared causing Abby to laugh at him as she reached for something in her purse. Wally smirked as she pulled out a blindfold. "Are we going to get kinky here in the parking lot," he guessed. "I like this surprise!" he nodded as he reached for his jeans and began to unzip them. "Ow!" he yelled out when Abby smacked his hand. "What was that for?" he asked. "I'm not into spanking," he let be known.
"Jesus, Wally, is sex all you think about?" Abby asked him seriously.
Wally thought about it for a moment and then answered. "No, I also think about cheese and video games."
Abby placed her head in her hand before shaking it side to side. "I'm in love with an idiot."
"You are?" Wally looked outraged. "With who?" Abby looked at him in disbelief for a moment before breaking out into laugter. She then took a deep breath to control her laughter before she told Wally she was taking him to his surprise and that she needed him to wear the blindfold. He looked a little confused. "Are you sure we're not getting kinky?"
"Wally!" she yelled.
"Okay, okay." He threw his hands up gesturing he was done with it. As they got out of the car, Abby took his hand and he blindly followed, not really sure where he was going, but it was okay, because he would follow her anywhere.
He frowned, but said nothing as he heard a hissing sound and then the ground beneath his feet disappear as it was replaced with a tile floor. They were inside of a building. He shivered as the air for the air conditioning hit them. Wally then recognized the sounds of an elevator as they stepped onto one. "Hold on," Abby told him as she guided his other hand to the railing before he heard her select their destination.
When the doors slid open, they began to walk again down a long hall. Wally then heard a sound he couldn't really place. He heard it again as Abby spoke, "Sit for me, Numbah Four." She gently helped him into a comfortable chair.
His head then turned towards his hand as she placed it on the armrest and bound him to it. "Abby. . ." he spoke as she quickly bound his other arm. "I don't like this. What are you doing?" He wanted to know.
"It's the only way," her voice cracked as she spoke. "I'm sorry." She reached out and lovingly touched his face. "Please, forgive me," she asked of him before kissing his lips. Wally could not answer her as he was completely baffled about what was going on. He then remembered her words from that morning, "I mean, I was a Senthos. . ."
"Numbah Five, it's time," spoke a male voice, but not the voice Wally had been expecting. He had been expecting to hear Tommy's voice. To be betrayed as Abby told him she was still Senthos, but he now realized that this went beyond that as the voice spoke again. "It's been a long time, Numbah Four."
Wally then felt someone take a hold of his blindfold and lift it off his head. He looked genuinely surprise at the person who stood in front of him in what he now knew was a small dark room. "Numbah One. . ."
"Hello, Wally," he greeted him.
"What's going on?" he demanded to know. "Why am I tied up!"
"It's simple, Wallabee," he began. "You disappeared before your decommissioning. You have been on top of the list for quite some time now," he explained. "Kids Next Door can't have adults out there with knowledge of our organization. . . even those who were the best of what they did and have shown no ill will towards us," he said sadly. "I never wanted to be in this position," he admitted. "It just gets harder each time."
"Where's Abby?" Wally fought against his restraints with no prevail. "Abby, get me out of here!" His eyes narrowed as he regarded Nigel. "I won't let you take my memories! I would never betray the Kids Next Door. Never!" he yelled. "Even if I wanted to, don't you think I would have done it by now? Abby!" he shouted for her again.
"I'm sorry, Numbah Four, but that's a chance we just can't take." Nigel then turned around and disappeared behind a door. "Let's start the process."
"Right, boss." Wally sightly gasped as a light in a room above him came on and he saw Abby in front of a control panel. He whispered her name, but she ignored him. "Decommissioning in five. . . four. . . three. . . two. . ." And before Wally heard the last of the countdown his entire world went black.
Memory after memory flashed in his head. He tried reaching out for them, but then they would vanish and he couldn't remember why he was reaching out in the first place. . .
Not every operative is decommissioned after their thirteenth birthday. . .
A big kid once told me. . .
Here's your hat back, Numbah Five. . .
I thought I was your bestest best friend. . .
She just owes me a quarter. . .
I'm trying to figure out how to spell Mississippi with no S's. . .
So what did we learn today. . .
Pianos are heavy. . .
I don't want to fight you. . .
They made me bald. . .
I don't like him. I love him. . .
But he says he works alone. . .
Give the boy a dodge ball and suddenly he's a hero. . .
Yah'll see Numbah Five- a heart doesn't forget. . .
Let's go home, Champ. . .
Champ. . .
"Champ!" Wally's eyes snapped opened as he heard Abby's nickname for him.
He groaned as his fingers found his temple and he applied pressure. "Oh, my head."
"You okay?" she asked, concerned lining her words.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he told her, but his tired tone made her wonder. Wally looked around curiously, he was sitting on the passenger side of a their car as they sat in the parking lot of the city zoo.
"So did you enjoy the zoo?" Abby asked as she started the car and began to back up.
"Yeah?" was his answer in question form. "I um I think I did. God, my head," he groaned again. "What the hell did we do today?"
"Before or after you were attack by the monkeys?" Abby asked with a smile.
"Cruddy monkeys. Whose idea was it to go to the monkey house anyway?"
"It was yours, remember?" she asked.
Wally thought a moment. "Dammit, it was." He sighed as he finally decided to put on his seat beat. He then saw something that caught his eye sticking out of Abby's pursed. He reached for it and pulled out a blindfold as they approached a stop light. The expression on Abby's face as she turned to look at him was almost unreadable. "A blindfold?" he studied the blue material in his hands curiously. He then looked to Abby, a devilish smile on his lips. "You plan on getting kinky with me later?"
Abby's smile looked like one of relief. "Yeah," she began. "That would be the plan." She then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm glad you didn't change," she whispered.
Wally didn't quite understand her last statement, but then again, there were a lot things said that he didn't understand, but it was okay, because things in his life were starting to look up. And just not in his. Gavin and Kuki had talked things through and were back together. They were even discussing marriage. And Wally had marriage thoughts on his mind as well. He had been holding an engagement ring for Abby for weeks now, but just couldn't find the right time to ask. And after learning about the child they would be having he decided that tonight would be the perfect time to ask.
"Why would I change?" Wally finally asked.
Abby shrugged. "I don't know. Sometime people just change." After Hoagie was decommissioned his personality was never quite what she remembered back when they were both part of the Kids Next Door.
"Well, if you don't want me to, I'll never change," he reassured her. "You can always count on me. . . I promise."
Abby only smiled at him before the light turned green and she focused on her driving and as they headed home and she thought about his promise, she realized. . . she believed him.