All Choked Up
Things are not going according to plan. Oliver and you were assigned to infiltrate a large corporation with various defense contracts that seemed to be leaking certain sensitive documents to foreign syndicates. The mission has been plagued from the beginning. They embraced you immediately in your technical position. Unfortunately, they also seem to have been suspicious of Oliver from the very start. They have kept him in the dark and moved you further and further out of contact with him.
You have just landed on a Caribbean Island on an enforced company trip, while Oliver is back in Chicago. Once the company president's right hand thug Remming left you alone, the first thing you did was break into the president's hotel room and search through his briefcase for the purpose of this little excursion. You didn't find it, but you found documents ordering a hit on Oliver.
Your cell phone has proved utterly useless in the overcast, storm threatening atmosphere of the island and you're afraid to use any of the phones in the resort town the company has you staying at.
You decide your only chance to contact Oliver and your employers will be the following morning when they are allowing free sightseeing time. If only you can find an undetected way to the other side of the island, you might be able to get a message out without getting yourself killed in the process.
You toss and turn that night, waking up almost every hour on the dot to stare at the clock and see if it's time to get up yet. Around 3 am, you finally fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you feel something stroking your cheek very gently, back and forth. You start to awaken, a smile already on your face as you imagine Oliver has found a way to you. Relief floods through you, knowing that he is safe. You blink open your eyes and find Remming smiling down on you from his position of being straddled across your thighs. Your eyes widen in surprise and fear. You draw in breath to scream, only to have the sound and any forthcoming air cut off by his gloved hands closing around your throat.
You are digging your nails into his wrists, hitting at him, anything you can think of to get him to let you go. He just smiles down and keeps applying more pressure. Your vision starts to darken and your last thought as you slip into unconsciousness is how you're not going to be able to stop them from hurting Oliver, now that you're dead.
The next thing you feel is arms around you, one under your legs and one behind your back. You are cold, your neck is throbbing and you feel yourself being carried through the air. As the fog in your mind begins to clear you become vaguely aware of the fact that this may be your attacker thinking he is carrying your dead body. You attempt vainly to struggle or scream. You can hear the weak whimper you produce instead, your sluggish limbs accomplishing nothing more than a half-hearted wiggle. As you fall unconscious once more, you faintly hear someone shushing you in a comforting manor.
When you awaken next, the sensations around you are much clearer. You can feel the wind blowing through your hair. Your legs are still cold but your torso is warm. Your throat feels bruised and raw. You can feel a damp cloth being dragged gently over your skin. You slowly shake your head and blink open your eyes. When you can focus, it is on Oliver's face smiling gently down on you. You open your mouth to speak but Oliver puts a finger to your lips.
"No Love, don't try to speak. It's all right. You're safe." You try to sit up a bit. Oliver helps you. You look around and see that you are laying on a bench near a small building aside an airstrip. "The plane will be here in just a few minutes. See that speck over there?" Oliver points at a dark spot high in the sky. "That'll be him."
You look down at yourself and see that Oliver has placed his suit-jacket over the top of the thin white gown you wore to bed. You tug on his shirt to get his attention. His expression is one of deep concern. "Are you all right?" You put your hands over your throat in a choking motion, trying to ask your question with your eyes.
He nods in understanding. "Our Employers found out what kind of danger I was in and pulled me out of the office in Chicago. Unfortunately that seemed to have alerted them to your allegiance as well. I was sent to get you out. When I got to your room, I found Remming over you, trying to choke the life out of you. Damn well thought he'd succeeded for a few minutes there. He didn't see me enter though and we'll just say you will never have to worry about him again." He brushes his hand back through your hair. "Never been so relieved as when I found your pulse was still strong. We'll have a doctor see to your neck as soon as we get back to the mainland."
You lean your head on his shoulder as he strokes your side. The two of you watch the plane touch down in comfortable silence. When its door opens, you move to stand up. "No you don't." Oliver scoops you up without another word and begins to carry you toward the plane. Your hand on his cheek stops him. His eyes meet yours and you smile, lean forward, and kiss him slowly. When you break the kiss, you lean your head on his shoulder once more and let him carry you to safety.
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