abandoned-chapter one
So this is my first fanfiction ever so please go easy on me. I hope you like it:)
(btw this is only chapter 1 so there is a lot more already writen i just want to see how people like this b4 i post anymore)
abandoned
Oslo, Norway.
It was a frigid day in Oslo. The team (Ethan, Brandt, Jane, & Benji) was on what was supposed to be an easy, 2 day mission. If they even needed the second day, which was more like a cushion just in case. Everything was going smoothly so far, and the four partners were sitting in a warm hotel room. Benji and Jane were arguing over which Bourne movie was the best, Brandt was sitting in a chair awkwardly as the fought, and Ethan took a seat next to Brandt after he got out of the shower. At five the team had to leave to start their mission, which was as simple as getting information out of a stupid rich guy. Which Jane happened to be very talented at. Will and Ethan exchanged small talk until it was time to go.
Jane slipped into her, very seductive, dress. Ethan dressed in his tuxedo, a very sexy tuxedo that highlighted all the right places, and, despite himself, Brandt could not take his eyes off of him.
“What are we going to do after this?” Benji asks.
“Bar?” Jane offers.
“I’m in.” Ethan passively agrees. “How about you, Will?”
Brandt snaps back to earth when he hears Ethan say his name, his first name. And as much as he wants to be with Ethan, he says “Uh, I think I’m going to come back here, haven’t got much sleep lately.”
“Ok.” Ethan says slowly, eyeing Brandt, and Will can tell Hunt’s now worried about why he isn’t sleeping. He probably thinks Will’s still shaken up about ‘Julia being dead’, but in reality it only because Brandt missed him.
They got their stuff together and walked out with Brandt last, not that he was complaining, he had a very nice view of Ethan’s fine ass.
It wasn’t long before they were in position, Ethan and Jane walking into the party, Benji in the storage closet keeping track of everything, and Will down below the huge house in the large, brick rain sewer just in case Ethan or Jane need a quick escape or back up. It reminded Brandt of the first mission he went on with this team, or at least part of that mission.
Brandt was passing back and forth in the dark, cold sewer making sure to keep close to the entrance above his head that lead into the basement of the house. The bottom of the sewer had small stream of rain water running along it, and Brandt silently thanked god that it was a rain water sewer not a sewage one. He was freezing wearing only a heavy turtle neck, much like the one he wore the first time he met the team in the train car. Brandt wrapped his arms around himself and focused on not letting his teeth chatter as he listened to his team members’ talk over the com. everything seemed to be going well.
“Mars, you set?” Ethan asked.
“All set” Replied Benji.
“Venus?” Ethan spoke.
“Ready.” Jane said.
Brandt waited for Ethan to ask for Saturn, but he never did. He knew Ethan hadn’t meant anything by it, Brandt’s part wasn’t important this mission. It probably slipped by Hunt, he was busy and wanted to get this over with. Will couldn’t help but feel a bit upset though, he and Ethan had been getting closer, a lot closer recently. He couldn’t keep his mind off Ethan, and Ethan forgot to ask if he were in position, as if he never crossed Hunt’s mind. “You’re being stupid” Brandt told himself silently. He went back to pacing and trying to keep warm, his mind wandering from time to time about how nice it would feel to be in Ethan’s strong, warm embrace.
It was getting colder and colder, and the water beneath Will’s feet was freezing. But without even thinking about it he picked up his pace as if the pacing would warm him. Ethan kept talking to Benji and Jane, making sure they were ok, but still hadn’t mentioned Will. Will was making excuses in his head to make him feel better when his pace got too fast.
His right leg slipped out from under him, twisting unusually as he went down. He felt his ear piece fly out of his ear, and bit his lip to stop the scream of pain has he hit the floor. He grabbed his leg, which was in excruciating pain.
Praying no one heard the echo of his body hitting the floor, Will tried to stand back up, but when he put pressure on his right leg he feel back down. This time his head hit and right ankle snapped, and Brandt could tell his foot was not facing the right way. As tears formed in his eyes and white hot pain was shooting through his head, he felt a piercing pain in his side. He must of feel on a nail when he went back down. A very large nail at that, he could see the thing sticking out through his shirt that was becoming darker from the blood by the second. He tried to pull himself off of it, but the nail had gone in on a funny angle and he could move off of it.
Despite how dizzy he was becoming and how much pain he was in, Brandt looked in the direction on his ear piece, choking back sobs. He couldn’t reach it, but he could hear it. Jane was getting the code from the drunken guy right now, and soon Ethan would check in with everyone and say
“Mission Accomplished” and when Brandt won’t be able to respond he will know something’s up and come find him. His vision was going blurry when Jane’s voice filled the ear piece,
“Got it.”
“Great, mission accomplished” Ethan said and Brandt could tell he had a smirk on his face. “Now let’s get out of here and go to a bar or something, I’m starved.”
Brandt’s starting to lose consciousness but he hangs on, listening to his team members talking
“Here it comes” he thinks “Ethan will ask any time now.” And he waits, and waits, but it never comes. He starts to panic and wonders if he missed it. He is shivering in the cold pool of water, praying that someone is coming to help him. “Ethan, Ethan please!” he pleaded silently.
But no one does. So he lies there losing consciousness and in severe pain, eyes blurred with tears and choked with sobs.
He lies there for eight hours, unable to contact anyone.
He lies there for eight hours, freezing and in the dark.
He lies there for eight hours, helpless and vulnerable.
He lies there for eight hours, bleeding and broken. Bones and heart alike.
He lies there for eight hours,
abandoned.
(btw this is only chapter 1 so there is a lot more already writen i just want to see how people like this b4 i post anymore)
abandoned
Oslo, Norway.
It was a frigid day in Oslo. The team (Ethan, Brandt, Jane, & Benji) was on what was supposed to be an easy, 2 day mission. If they even needed the second day, which was more like a cushion just in case. Everything was going smoothly so far, and the four partners were sitting in a warm hotel room. Benji and Jane were arguing over which Bourne movie was the best, Brandt was sitting in a chair awkwardly as the fought, and Ethan took a seat next to Brandt after he got out of the shower. At five the team had to leave to start their mission, which was as simple as getting information out of a stupid rich guy. Which Jane happened to be very talented at. Will and Ethan exchanged small talk until it was time to go.
Jane slipped into her, very seductive, dress. Ethan dressed in his tuxedo, a very sexy tuxedo that highlighted all the right places, and, despite himself, Brandt could not take his eyes off of him.
“What are we going to do after this?” Benji asks.
“Bar?” Jane offers.
“I’m in.” Ethan passively agrees. “How about you, Will?”
Brandt snaps back to earth when he hears Ethan say his name, his first name. And as much as he wants to be with Ethan, he says “Uh, I think I’m going to come back here, haven’t got much sleep lately.”
“Ok.” Ethan says slowly, eyeing Brandt, and Will can tell Hunt’s now worried about why he isn’t sleeping. He probably thinks Will’s still shaken up about ‘Julia being dead’, but in reality it only because Brandt missed him.
They got their stuff together and walked out with Brandt last, not that he was complaining, he had a very nice view of Ethan’s fine ass.
It wasn’t long before they were in position, Ethan and Jane walking into the party, Benji in the storage closet keeping track of everything, and Will down below the huge house in the large, brick rain sewer just in case Ethan or Jane need a quick escape or back up. It reminded Brandt of the first mission he went on with this team, or at least part of that mission.
Brandt was passing back and forth in the dark, cold sewer making sure to keep close to the entrance above his head that lead into the basement of the house. The bottom of the sewer had small stream of rain water running along it, and Brandt silently thanked god that it was a rain water sewer not a sewage one. He was freezing wearing only a heavy turtle neck, much like the one he wore the first time he met the team in the train car. Brandt wrapped his arms around himself and focused on not letting his teeth chatter as he listened to his team members’ talk over the com. everything seemed to be going well.
“Mars, you set?” Ethan asked.
“All set” Replied Benji.
“Venus?” Ethan spoke.
“Ready.” Jane said.
Brandt waited for Ethan to ask for Saturn, but he never did. He knew Ethan hadn’t meant anything by it, Brandt’s part wasn’t important this mission. It probably slipped by Hunt, he was busy and wanted to get this over with. Will couldn’t help but feel a bit upset though, he and Ethan had been getting closer, a lot closer recently. He couldn’t keep his mind off Ethan, and Ethan forgot to ask if he were in position, as if he never crossed Hunt’s mind. “You’re being stupid” Brandt told himself silently. He went back to pacing and trying to keep warm, his mind wandering from time to time about how nice it would feel to be in Ethan’s strong, warm embrace.
It was getting colder and colder, and the water beneath Will’s feet was freezing. But without even thinking about it he picked up his pace as if the pacing would warm him. Ethan kept talking to Benji and Jane, making sure they were ok, but still hadn’t mentioned Will. Will was making excuses in his head to make him feel better when his pace got too fast.
His right leg slipped out from under him, twisting unusually as he went down. He felt his ear piece fly out of his ear, and bit his lip to stop the scream of pain has he hit the floor. He grabbed his leg, which was in excruciating pain.
Praying no one heard the echo of his body hitting the floor, Will tried to stand back up, but when he put pressure on his right leg he feel back down. This time his head hit and right ankle snapped, and Brandt could tell his foot was not facing the right way. As tears formed in his eyes and white hot pain was shooting through his head, he felt a piercing pain in his side. He must of feel on a nail when he went back down. A very large nail at that, he could see the thing sticking out through his shirt that was becoming darker from the blood by the second. He tried to pull himself off of it, but the nail had gone in on a funny angle and he could move off of it.
Despite how dizzy he was becoming and how much pain he was in, Brandt looked in the direction on his ear piece, choking back sobs. He couldn’t reach it, but he could hear it. Jane was getting the code from the drunken guy right now, and soon Ethan would check in with everyone and say
“Mission Accomplished” and when Brandt won’t be able to respond he will know something’s up and come find him. His vision was going blurry when Jane’s voice filled the ear piece,
“Got it.”
“Great, mission accomplished” Ethan said and Brandt could tell he had a smirk on his face. “Now let’s get out of here and go to a bar or something, I’m starved.”
Brandt’s starting to lose consciousness but he hangs on, listening to his team members talking
“Here it comes” he thinks “Ethan will ask any time now.” And he waits, and waits, but it never comes. He starts to panic and wonders if he missed it. He is shivering in the cold pool of water, praying that someone is coming to help him. “Ethan, Ethan please!” he pleaded silently.
But no one does. So he lies there losing consciousness and in severe pain, eyes blurred with tears and choked with sobs.
He lies there for eight hours, unable to contact anyone.
He lies there for eight hours, freezing and in the dark.
He lies there for eight hours, helpless and vulnerable.
He lies there for eight hours, bleeding and broken. Bones and heart alike.
He lies there for eight hours,
abandoned.