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Author's note: Thank you to everyone who submitted reviews. Sorry about
Pvt. Keegan's disappearance. I had to leave a few holes so I could
write the sequel. That and her disappearance is pretty crucial to this
storyline. Never fear. How are the doctor and Chris related? Where is
baby Vanessa? Why did Andrew take to the changes so quickly? All will
be revealed...
After the Escape ? by: Kahukura
Chapter One - Vision Quest
"Ah!" Thud! "Shit!"
Annie rolled over in bed, and with her eyes still firmly closed, she
smiled. Her husband was no a dancer, that was for sure. She couldn't
help but wonder whether he'd tripped over the dog, cat or himself. She
giggled until yet another 'Thud!' echoed through the house. A bright
light threatened to force her eyelids open. "Honey! I'm trying to
sleep. I had a *horrible* day. Can't you undress with the light off?
....What was all that racket by the way?" she inquired, rolling onto
her back with one arm draped over her eyes to block out the light.
"*You* had a horrible day! I've been awake for 72 hours. Between shifts
at the hospital, exams, and home, I'm an absolute wreck. I don't even
think I've eaten anything for the past three days. And, to top it all
off, that cat of yours deliberately tripped me on the stairs!" Chris
vented, throwing his shoe at the wall to illustrate his frustration.
"Chris, I'm sorry. But, you are the one who wanted to be a doctor. If
it's bothering you that much, *you* can take care of the kids, and
*I'll* work at the hospital for you. I'm sure there's no comparison
.....Weren't there two thumps?"
"No, thanks, Annie. I don't have enough patience for the Terrible
Twosome. That's all you...Two thumps? I kinda...tripped over myself in
the hallway...I'm tired."
Annie smirked, eyes still closed. "That's okay, Chris. I didn't marry a
dancer, or a man with the grace of a two ton elephant, I married you. I
*love* you."
"You'll forgive me if I don't thank you for that compliment?" Chris
asked, falling heavily on the bed.
"Forgiven. Why don't you sleep in tomorrow? I can handle the Terrors
alone until you wake up. Consider it an early birthday present."
Chris sighed, "I had been hoping for a far more intimate birthday
present, but at the moment, sleep actually sounds nicer."
Ana's eyes finally opened as she gazed at her husband quizzically. "You
really must be tired if you're choosing sleep over sex. Well, no
matter." She propped herself up on one arm and kissed his nose. "Go to
sleep, that's an order." It was one command she didn't need to give.
Chris was already sound asleep.
~~~~~~~
He was in a canyon, a familiar canyon. It was the same canyon he had
visited on his vision quest when he was a preteen. Slowly, Chris turned
in a circle to take in the familiar aspects of the ravine. Out of the
corner of his eye, he caught movement.
A small silver fox jumped nimbly down the rocks until it reached the
floor of the red rock canyon. Chris rubbed his eyes as he watched the
animal's body begin to shift. Slowly, the creature seemed to grow in
size. It rose to its hind legs. The haunches smoothed, the bones
realigning themselves. The fur on its body fell away, while the animal
like features shifted to reveal someone Chris had never thought he'd
see again.
"Grandad!" he shouted, running to the man's side. His grandfather had
passed away shortly after Chris married Annie. The man he enveloped in
a hug was most certainly his grandfather, but was also nearer to his
forties than his nineties. "Grandad, what's going on?"
"Kit, you must listen. This link between your world and the spirit
world will not last long. I have much to tell you, and little time in
which to say it," the medicine man explained.
Chris nodded, his face taking on a serious quality. "This is a vision."
"Yes, son. You have not eaten or slept for 72 hours while you worked at
the hospital. This has made you pure enough to receive me in a vision
this night." The man placed an arm around his grandson's shoulders
and led him to a boulder to sit down. "The evil shaman who gave you
your wife will return for her."
"That's impossible! General Yahudi is dead. I killed him myself," Chris
interrupted in alarm.
"He was merely a warrior, the shaman is still very much alive."
"Dr. Woerner?"
"The Shaman has many names and many faces."
"Grandad, what do you mean she's going to come after Annie?" the young
man asked urgently.
Alan looked at his grandson sadly. "There is a question playing upon
your mind, young one. It has been doing so since your wife was given to
you. You wonder why she adjusted so quickly to her change, do you not?"
Chris bit into his lower lip and nodded slowly, "Yes."
"She is as she was always meant to be, Christopher."
The former Army Lieutenant frowned. "What is that supposed to mean? Are
you saying Mjr. Malone was a woman trapped in a man's body. There's no
way!"
"Listen to my words, Christopher. You must first look to the past if
you want to see your future. Seek out her mother. You shall see, that
what she is, she was always meant to be." Alan paused a moment, as if
trying to decide whether to continue. "You must be careful, my
grandson. Your father knows of your existence, he knows of your power,
and he will do anything to stop you. What lies in your past will be
difficult for you to learn, but you must do it if you want to keep your
wife as she is now. When in doubt, Kit, look to the Old Ways. You have
everything you need to defeat the Shaman. You have everything you need
to win."
Alan kissed the boy's forehead and stood. "It is now time for me to go.
Do not forget my words, young one. They are all that stand between you
and a fate worse than death."
~~~~~~~
Chris stumbled down the stairs, still wiping sleep from his eyes. He
could hear the sounds of early morning cartoons ringing through the
house from the living room. Squeak. Chris flinched as he stepped down
on the broken stair. He heard a squeal from the living room as a four
year old girl bolted to the stairs and wrapped her arms around his
legs. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! You're up."
"Yes, Teeny, I'm up," Chris answered, gently prying her from his legs
so he could give her a hug.
"Daddy!" she scolded, "Don't call me Teeny. I'm not teeny. I'm four
years old. I'm a big girl."
Chris laughed and ruffled her black hair. "I don't care if your forty,
you're always going to be my Teeny. Where's your mother?"
"In the kitchen. She's been in there a long time! I don't know what
she's doing."
"Well, let's go see." He hefted the little girl up in his arms and
carried her down the hallway to the kitchen. "Hey there, Mommy. Teeny
wants to know what you're doing in here."
Annie looked up from a cookbook with a deep frown. "Why do you insist
on calling Christina that, Chris? She's going to get a complex."
"What's a complex?" Christina chimed in.
"Darling, its a pet name...just like princess or muffin."
"Thank God you haven't taken to using those." Annie muttered, turning
back to her baking. "I'm going to master these chocolate chip pancakes
if it kills me."
Chris set his daughter back on the floor. "Go watch television with
your brother, Teeny. I need to talk to Mommy."
Christina tore off down the hallway, shouting something about Pokemon
the whole way.
"Sleep well?" Annie asked, wiping a bit of flour on her apron.
"Not really. I had a...a vision."
"A vision?" She dropped the spoon back into the bowl and turned to give
her husband a questioning stare. "What do you mean a vision?"
"I saw my grandfather, Annie. He said...he said that Dr. Woerner isn't
finished with us yet."
The woman's face went pale. "That's...that's impossible. It's been
almost six years, Chris. Dr. Woerner is long gone...she has to be."
Gently, Chris guided his wife to a chair at the kitchen table. "He said
something else, Annie, something I think you'll be interested in
hearing." The woman didn't look convinced, so he plunged on.
"Grandfather said that what you are you were always meant to be."
Annie's eyebrows rose. "What does that mean? What is that supposed to
mean, Chris?! We've discussed this a hundred times. I never once even
wondered what it was like to be a woman...how could this...any of this
have been fated?"
Chris took her hand up in his own and ran his thumb against her palm.
"I don't know, Love But, I think I know how to find out. Call Marjorie
and see if she can take the kids for a little while...tell her we're
going on a second honeymoon."
"Where are we *actually* going to be going?"
"To your mother's. She knows something, Annie. We've got to find out
what."
Chapter Two - A Mother's Love
"I don't think I can do this, Chris," Annie whispered in a small voice.
She had managed to burrow herself deep into the carseat, almost as if
she wanted it to swallow her whole. "I haven't seen my parents since
my...Andrew's funeral."
"You don't have to go in, Annie," Chris answered after a moment's
hesitation. "They think I was his best friend...but they don't know you
from Eve. You don't have to come in if it will be too hard..."
"No." She shook her head violently, her long blonde hair swirling
around her as she did so. "I am not a coward, Chris. Let's go." Without
another word, she exited the car and started a determined march to the
front door of the Malone household. Chris chuckled to himself and raced
to catch up. By the time he reached her, Annie had already rung the
bell twice.
An attractive woman in her late fifties opened the door with a friendly
smile. "Hello, how can I..." She froze as her eyes settled on Chris.
"Oh! Lt. Collins please come in! It's so nice of you to drop by for a
visit."
"I'm sorry we didn't call in advance, Mrs. Malone."
"Nonsense, my boy! You're welcome here absolutely any time," the woman
responded as she led them into the spacious living room. "You were a
good friend to my dear Andrew...why, I almost consider you one of
my own! Oh, and you really must drop that 'Mrs. Malone' stuff. We're
not on Leave it to Beaver, you know. You're more than welcome to call
me Betty." Now, her gaze shifted to Annie, who stood by her husband
with a frightened look on her beautiful face. "Oh, and the lovely Ana.
I'm so glad you decided to come along. I'm sooo sorry I didn't get to
make it to your wedding. I was so humbled to receive an invitation, but
my Harry just wouldn't make the drive."
"That's all right, Mo....Betty," Annie blushed and looked away. Maybe
she should have stayed in the car.
"Have a seat. Have a seat," Betty directed them to the couch, "I'll go
get us some refreshments."
Annie looked up hesitantly, "Can I help?"
"Of course! The more the merrier. I suppose it is a woman thing, isn't
it dear?" Betty continued babbling about how nice it was to be
surprised with visits now and again as the two women entered the
kitchen. "Why don't you get the glasses, dear? I've got a plate of
fresh cookies and a pitcher of milk..." The woman's voice trailed off
as she closed the refrigerator door and caught sight of Ana.
Without thinking, the young woman had gone straight to the cupboard
where she knew her mother kept the good dishes. She was a bit annoyed
to discover that she was too short to reach them. On instinct, Annie
pulled out the bottom drawer, perched on it carefully with her feet
resting on either side, then opened the cupboard door and pulled out
three monogrammed glasses. When she dropped down from her perch, she
was shocked to find her mother staring at her with tears in her eyes.
"Betty, did I do something wrong?"
"No, dear, I just...I'm just amazed that you can walk into a strange
kitchen and know exactly where everything is. The way you just got
those glasses down...it threw me a little. When my Andrew was still a
small boy, before the growth spurt, he used to do the very same thing
...odd."
Annie's face paled, "Um...we should be getting back in there. Chris
gets fidgety if he's alone to long."
Betty nodded but didn't speak. The puzzled look on her face only
intensified as she watched Annie walk back into the living room and sit
down beside her husband.
Chris threw his wife a questioning glance. She only bit her lower lip
apologetically. What had she done this time? For a former Army Major,
she didn't always act responsibly.
Betty laid the tray of milk and cookies out before them. "White
Chocolate Macadamia nut. Help yourself."
Once again, Annie spoke without thinking. "Thank you, Betty. Those have
always been my favorites." As she reached out to take one, she caught
that same look in her mother's eyes.
"They were Andrew's favorites, too."
Annie took the cookie to be polite, but suddenly found her mouth too
dry to swallow.
"This is awfully kind of you, Betty. But, won't your husband miss these
cookies when he gets home," Chris asked, draping one arm around Annie's
shoulders and pulling her close.
"Oh, Harry died about a year ago...heart failure," Betty answered with
a sad note to her voice.
Annie's eyes widened in shock, she bit down harder on her lower lip,
drawing blood. She couldn't cry. She absolutely could not cry. Betty
just wouldn't understand.
Chris squeezed his wife's shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that, Betty. It
must be difficult..."
"Well, I'll be seein' my two favorite men again very soon. Let's not
dwell on the negative. How have you two been? The honeymoon isn't over
yet I hope?"
Chris laughed, "No, Betty, I don't think it ever will be. Annie here is
one in a million. I would never risk losing her. I love her so much it
hurts, and the kids are..."
"You have children!" Betty's face lit up. "I just love kids. I think
that's one of the things I'm going to miss the most...grandchildren. Do
you have any pictures of the little angels?"
Annie seemed to relax as the subject shifted to her babies. She slipped
her hand into her husband's pocket and retrieved his wallet. Much to
Chris's surprise, she moved to sit down beside Betty and unfolded the
picture compartment. "They're four years old, fraternal twins."
"Oh, they're darling! Just beautiful! But, twins? My goodness, Ana, I
have a new found respect for you. I didn't see how I was going to make
it through delivering one baby."
A dreamy look came into Annie's eyes. "Don't feel sorry for me. I loved
every minute of it. It was such an amazing experience...if I could, I'd
have a hundred more."
Chris snorted, "She says this after thirty-three hours of labor and
squeezing my hand so hard she broke six bones. Annie only remembers the
good parts. I remember the hours of complaing, belly-aching, the 'I
can't see my feet,' 'my back is killing me,' 'when will these things
get out of me' moments."
Betty winked conspiratorially at Annie. "Well, I know exactly what she
means. If Harry had let me, I would have had at least three more
children. Truthfully, I always wanted a little girl. All through the
first trimester and into the beginning of the second, I was sure I was
going to have a girl. Then...well, I obviously had a boy, now didn't
I?"
Annie stiffened and stared at her husband with an eyebrow raised ever
so slightly. "You thought you were going to have a girl?"
Betty nodded absently. "They even said it was a girl during the
ultrasound. But, I got this horrible staph infection during the second
trimester. They hospitalized me and put me on all kinds of medication.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, but I specifically remember one
foreign nurse gave me an injection right into the womb. It was the
strangest looking thing I've ever seen....like liquid silver. When I
got better, they did an ultrasound and an amino to make sure the baby
was all right...and we found out I was going to have a boy, not a
girl."
Annie was panicking, she could barely breath, Chris's words kept
echoing through her mind. 'What you are you were always meant to be.'
Her mind was a whirlwind of feverish thoughts. When the sperm had
joined with the egg in her mother thirty-six years ago...it had created
a female zygote. Why, then, had she been born male?
Chris's handsome face shifted into a deep frown. He knew what all of
this meant, he just didn't exactly know why they'd done it in the first
place. The look on Annie's face was worrying him. He wanted to reach
out to her, to pull her into his arms and hold her there until the
danger passed. But she was across the living room now, seated next to
her mother.
Betty looked back and forth between Chris and Annie. "All right, that's
it. I want to know what is going on here. First, Annie knows her way
around my kitchen better than I do; then, she uses the same methods for
getting glasses that my little Andrew used, something I have never seen
repeated; she shares the same taste in cookies as my dear Drew; she
looked like she'd lost her own father when I told you Harry died; and
now, after what I just said, she looks like she's seen a ghost. I don't
understand..." The woman froze, her eyes focused completely on Annie.
"Do you know how much you look like my mother, Annie? The resemblance
is uncanny. I thought it was a coincendence, but...
In that bestseller you and your husband wrote about your experience,
you said they performed experiments in that compound. You said they
performed experiments on *you*. You said you didn't know who you were
or from where you came. Total amnesia. My son's body was never found,
and you appeared out of nowhere." Betty's face lit with understanding,
and then rage.
"Now, Andrew James Malone, I expect to hear some answers...and they had
better be damn good!"
Chris started from his seat, but it was too late.
"Ah, Mom, listen, it's not...I...," she had answered without thinking.
Annie's heart skipped a beat as she lifted her gaze to her mother's.
Chapter Three - Revelation
Betty didn't miss a beat. Instead of questioning the girl's reaction,
she simply gathered the young woman into her arms and hugged her
tightly. "It's all right, Annie. I understand. Don't cry, okay?"
Annie was already balling her eyes out, mumbling things about missing
her mother.
Betty pushed the girl away enough to look into her sapphire blue eyes.
"Annie, what happened? Tell me what happened."
Between hysterical sobs, Annie managed to relate the story of her
transformation and their subsequent escape. Chris sat back and let her
tell the tale. He didn't even interrupt when she completely left out
Pvt. Keegan. It was only then that he began to recall the many times
over the past six years that they'd discussed the events that took
place in that compound. Never once had she mentioned Pvt. Keegan. Never
once had she relived those few moments of maternal bliss. Not even
once. How strange. His troubled thoughts trailed on as Annie's mood
brightened. She was no longer discussing the compound or the
experiments...now, her full attention was focused on the description of
her husband.
Betty shook her head, laughed lightly, "Well, it sounds like everything
turned out for the best. Do you mind if I ask what you two are doing
here?"
Chris pulled himself from his thoughts. "Ah...I have reason to believe
that Dr. Woerner isn't quite finished with us yet. She...she's been
planning her revenge for six years, now," he hesitated, "I had a
vision, Betty. My people put stock in the message of dreams, especially
after one has fasted the proper number of days. In my vision, my
grandfather told me to look to the past to find the salvation for our
future. You already provided us with one crucial piece..."
"The nurse, the one in the hospital when I was sick, she gave me that
chemical didn't she? She changed Annie's sex from the very beginning?"
The older woman looked furious at the mere mention of that
possibility.
"I believe so. Yes," Chris answered softly. "I realize that it's been
over thirty-five years, but do you remember anything about her?"
Betty managed a smile. "I remember quite a bit about her. I was so
scared that I was going to lose my baby, I'm not sure I could have
lived with myself. Let's see...she looked to be around thirty or
thirty-five. She had dark hair, pale eyes, and this sallow complexion.
She was foreign, too. German I think."
"German?" Annie and Chris asked in unison.
"Yes, like Dr. Woerner."
The married couple looked across at each other with similar expressions
of shock and semi-understanding. "I think we need to go, Betty," Chris
finally stated, breaking the silence which hung so heavily in the air
around them.
Betty stood up, retrieving her cordless phone. "Call your baby sitter
and tell her that I'm coming to pick up my grandbabies. If you're right
and that Nazi Bitch is after you, they aren't safe where they are. Let
me take them until you resolve this problem of yours. I promise,
they'll be in safe hands."
Chris raised an eyebrow, but Annie was already hugging her mother and
thanking her for the offer. Annie slipped into the kitchen to make the
call, leaving Chris and Betty in the living room alone.
"Let's get one thing straight, Collins," Betty stated in an even, but
menancing tone, "My daughter better come out of this situation
unscathed. I'm trusting you to take care of her. She obviously loves
you, but I haven't made up my mind about you yet."
"I promise you, Betty, no harm will come to your daughter so long as
there is breath in my body."
~~~~~~~
"Dr. Woerner! She...she did this to me twice! Why? Why, Chris? Why in
God's name would she change the sex of a fetus and then change it back
thirty years later! I don't understand!" Annie was so livid that Chris
feared for her physical health. She seemed to be on the edge of a
nervous breakdown. "Why!"
Chris forced himself to relax behind the steering wheel as he drove.
"It was an experiment. A trial. She wanted to make sure the drug worked
before she used it on people. Maybe she was trying to check the effect
it had on the mother...I don't know. But, I do know that it was some
sort of an experiment. It had to be. It's the only thing that makes
sense."
"But, why change me back afterwards?"
"Maybe that was a mistake. She might not have realized just who you
were until it was too late. That, and..." Chris slammed on the brakes
of the car and cursed. "She knew my father, Ana. Do you remember? She
mentioned him. Maybe she had to use the drug on you because she
couldn't use it on me. Maybe. What if..." He started the car back up,
pulling it in an illegal U-Turn.
"Chris?" There was a tremor to his wife's voice now. "Chris, where are
we going?"
"The Navaho Reservation. This doesn't just have to do with your past,
Ana. It has to do with mine, too. We've got to figure this out. We've
got to. There's this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it tells me
that time is running out."
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