The Recovery
by ohfan007
Author's note : This is part three in a trilogy, which starts with "The Kidnapping" and continues with "The Rescue." and now it is time for part three. I never really expected it to be a trilogy, it just happened. I know, unfortunately, that the trilogy may end up with four parts, hopefully I am able to wrap everything up here, as I do not want to bore people with the lenght of the story. There are many threads to still unravel in this story, so hopefully I can get everything said that is left in this twenty one part story. I apologize for those who like short stories for the lenght, I just want people to enjoy the story though. And since I am a writer by nature, I will try to make less shorter stories for those who feel overwhelmed by many words. I have many more ideas, and this story will most certaintly not be the last Invisible man story I write.Okay, sorry for rambling. I have decided not to do a recap at the beginning of this part like I did the second part. If you need one, you can email me at [email protected]
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, well, most of them aren't mine, The invisible Man characters belong to scifi, Lucrezia De Vere belongs to my friend DeFohnFemme,anyother characters do belong to me. This mostly includes the minor characters, Ebert's roommates, and friends, and family, etc.(excluding George Fradley who doesn't belong to me either)
Dedication: This series is dedicated to God, the cast of Invisible Man, my family, and my two iman buddies DefohnFemme, and Jordan_radcliffe
Part 1
All the Leaves are Brown, and the Sky is Gray
All my coworkers must believe I am daft. Okay, so they would not say it in that way. Robert would say I have lost my marbles, -or- flipped my cork,(depending on the mood he is in, -or- if hes taken his pills,) Darien would probably call me loony,(because he lacks for a better word at this moment,) Alex call me a nut,(just because she likes to call people nuts, so she doesn't have to talk to them, not like we do that much anyway,) the Official say straight out I have lost my mind, (he has a thing for trying to be truthful, I emphasize trying, because he has developed this talent for talking in circles, to screw with people.)I don't know what Claire would say though, I guess it doesn't matter. The truth of the matter is I always was crazy, just not as they saw it. I am always the quiet little mouse, but ever since I started laughing like a mad man after Arnaud's first treatment of torture, electricution, I feel free to do what ever I want.So, since their is no one here to torment with my madness, I am sitting here staring at the wall.
This room is boring me, I want to get out, I want to do something. I want to know why when two of my friends, Bennie, and Rich came to visit, they would not tell me what Jaden had done. They hinted he did something and then they won't tell me. They must not want to upset me.(They treat me like a bloody child child sometimes, like everything bad needs to be hidden from me, just because I almost axed myself out once, -or- twice.(They even removed the locs on my door, when we first moved in, that's how much they trust me to have privacy) )I hope he didn't wreck my car, he promised he wouldn't. That 'forty nine Mercury is almost like a child to me, I love that car. Oh, wait, I didn't let him borrow that, I let him borrow my silver Astin Martin, I do hope he didn't ruin my british beaut. That is probably what he did do. I knew I should have only bought one car, that little black toyota, but I have an obsession with cars, I do not know much about them, mechanically, (I am a computer geek, not an engine specialist), but I love them. I hope my coworkers don't find out I have anything other than the little Toyota, it looks highly supicious for a government employee to have six cars. They wouldn't believe I had inheirted five of them, they are too supicious to care for the truth, especially Robert.Claire might though, she has known me since high school, though we aren't exactly friends. I have never quiet figured out why we don't talk much, though the underlying cords of friendship are there, I wonder if it is because she found out I had a crush on her in high school. Maybe she just thinks I am strange. What do I know about women, they haven't exactly been the easiest puzzle for me to solve in my life.(I am still trying to figure out what's wrong with my sister after all these years.She has a lot of screws loose, but I shall not get into that)
I hear the doors open, and I turn to see Claire walk in. "Hello, Eberts, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling okay, I guess, I can see now, but the wounds still hurt a little." I am trying to play, "I am mostly better", I figure I can get out of this room sooner. I want to go home, and paint, -or- at least have the option to sleep in my own bed, instead of this stiff hospital bed.
The phone beeps on the table near the wall. She goes to get it. "Yes... no he hasn't...I can try to bring the phone over to him, I don't think it will stretch that far...no, I will not allow him to get up and get it...yes...there is..okay.." I wonder who she was talking to I get the impression, I have a phone call though. I could just get up and get it from there, but I do not think she will allow that. I watch her squat down,(she looks cute like that) and pull something out from under the cabinet, in one of the drawers. I turn away, it is impoliet to stare, and connectrate on the boring corner of the wall, I had been staring at before.It is still there, with the same little hole where the paint is chipping. I knew it would be.
I hear her come towards me, with something, she had attached the phone to a longer phone cord. "You have a phone call from someone in the FBI."
The Fbi what in the world could they want. "Thanks." I press the line one button. "Hello."
The Official answers. "Good, she got the phone to you, I will transfer this call to you, I do not know how your friends keep getting my number and calling me."
"I don't know." I really do know, but will never tell him. I hear a loud click in my ear, and the phone on the other end rings.
"Hello?" I hear a famillar voice say. A friend I have known since college. Though we disagree on a few things, like sexual preference, its great to hear from him.
"Hey, Georgie."
"Hey, Albie, Richard called and told me what happen, so how are you?"
"I have been better.Bored out of my mind. How are you?" I begin to stare at the numbers on the phone, I need some paper and a pen to sketch soon, -or- I will die of boredom and soon.I think I would rather have died at Arnaud's place, at least I was doing something, if you can call fighting for your life, and freedom, just something.
"Well, things are slow here, and I am okay I guess. But I think I should be more concerned about you then you are about me." George answers, I catch the sadness in his voice. I wonder what Rich did to him, his Rich, not our friend Agent Smith.
"What happened between you and Rich? Another fight?"
"I can't ever hide anything from you, not exactly.... he.." He doesn't finish because someone is talking to him in the background. I hear him muffle the phone. "I will be just a minute, Bailey. " I hear a muffled reply that sounds like. "Okay, but you have to pay for it." I hear George reply back. "I know, I will, " I can almost see him and his boss, Bailey this whole time.George with his hand over the phone, and Bailey peeking over his shoulder. "Tell him, we wish him a speedy recovery." I hear Bailey muffle. I can see George nodding to this. He works with some good people, I met them once, when I had to run an errand in Atlanta for the Official. George had asked me to stop by and see his work place. I don't see how they can deal with such psycho people, (not his coworkers, the people they track),but they're all pretty nice.(yes, the coworkers are nice, not the psychos) Except this one guy, John, I think he thought because I was one of George's friends, I don't know which side of the ocean, to find my fish.Though I can see why, a lot of George's friends are that way. I listen as George unmuffles the phone. "You still there, Albie?"
"Yavole. Tell Bailey, I said thank you for the good wishes."
"Okay, I will,when he comes back, I can't believe you heard that."
"Remember I am the supersonic Sky Masterson." I say with a smile.
He laughs.It is an old joke from college.We were in a production of "Guys and Dolls" together, at one of those little playhouse, near campus. "I would think by now your hearing would not be so good. You are getting old now."
"You're not so young, Nathan Lane." I remark.
He laughs again. "True, True, Sky, but I still keep my markers good."
I chuckle a little. "Right, Right, so what happened with Rich?"
"Let's just say Rich is out of the picture,...why don't you tell me what happened today? Richard only gave me little details."
"That's because he only got a little details,little punk switched accents on me fifty times,"I am exaggerating, but he knows this." I guess I can tell you, because I really doubt you know of anyone in Atlanta, who doesn't need to find out. But remember I am only telling you because you live in another state. I will hunt you down, if anyone who doesn't need to know, finds out."
He laughs nervously, he knows I am serious. But he won't tell anyone anyway. He knows how psycho I am about details of my life, ever since that report tried to stalk me, when I was a field agent. I am not a celebrity, I am entitled to privacy.
(More to come)
by ohfan007
Author's note : This is part three in a trilogy, which starts with "The Kidnapping" and continues with "The Rescue." and now it is time for part three. I never really expected it to be a trilogy, it just happened. I know, unfortunately, that the trilogy may end up with four parts, hopefully I am able to wrap everything up here, as I do not want to bore people with the lenght of the story. There are many threads to still unravel in this story, so hopefully I can get everything said that is left in this twenty one part story. I apologize for those who like short stories for the lenght, I just want people to enjoy the story though. And since I am a writer by nature, I will try to make less shorter stories for those who feel overwhelmed by many words. I have many more ideas, and this story will most certaintly not be the last Invisible man story I write.Okay, sorry for rambling. I have decided not to do a recap at the beginning of this part like I did the second part. If you need one, you can email me at [email protected]
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, well, most of them aren't mine, The invisible Man characters belong to scifi, Lucrezia De Vere belongs to my friend DeFohnFemme,anyother characters do belong to me. This mostly includes the minor characters, Ebert's roommates, and friends, and family, etc.(excluding George Fradley who doesn't belong to me either)
Dedication: This series is dedicated to God, the cast of Invisible Man, my family, and my two iman buddies DefohnFemme, and Jordan_radcliffe
Part 1
All the Leaves are Brown, and the Sky is Gray
All my coworkers must believe I am daft. Okay, so they would not say it in that way. Robert would say I have lost my marbles, -or- flipped my cork,(depending on the mood he is in, -or- if hes taken his pills,) Darien would probably call me loony,(because he lacks for a better word at this moment,) Alex call me a nut,(just because she likes to call people nuts, so she doesn't have to talk to them, not like we do that much anyway,) the Official say straight out I have lost my mind, (he has a thing for trying to be truthful, I emphasize trying, because he has developed this talent for talking in circles, to screw with people.)I don't know what Claire would say though, I guess it doesn't matter. The truth of the matter is I always was crazy, just not as they saw it. I am always the quiet little mouse, but ever since I started laughing like a mad man after Arnaud's first treatment of torture, electricution, I feel free to do what ever I want.So, since their is no one here to torment with my madness, I am sitting here staring at the wall.
This room is boring me, I want to get out, I want to do something. I want to know why when two of my friends, Bennie, and Rich came to visit, they would not tell me what Jaden had done. They hinted he did something and then they won't tell me. They must not want to upset me.(They treat me like a bloody child child sometimes, like everything bad needs to be hidden from me, just because I almost axed myself out once, -or- twice.(They even removed the locs on my door, when we first moved in, that's how much they trust me to have privacy) )I hope he didn't wreck my car, he promised he wouldn't. That 'forty nine Mercury is almost like a child to me, I love that car. Oh, wait, I didn't let him borrow that, I let him borrow my silver Astin Martin, I do hope he didn't ruin my british beaut. That is probably what he did do. I knew I should have only bought one car, that little black toyota, but I have an obsession with cars, I do not know much about them, mechanically, (I am a computer geek, not an engine specialist), but I love them. I hope my coworkers don't find out I have anything other than the little Toyota, it looks highly supicious for a government employee to have six cars. They wouldn't believe I had inheirted five of them, they are too supicious to care for the truth, especially Robert.Claire might though, she has known me since high school, though we aren't exactly friends. I have never quiet figured out why we don't talk much, though the underlying cords of friendship are there, I wonder if it is because she found out I had a crush on her in high school. Maybe she just thinks I am strange. What do I know about women, they haven't exactly been the easiest puzzle for me to solve in my life.(I am still trying to figure out what's wrong with my sister after all these years.She has a lot of screws loose, but I shall not get into that)
I hear the doors open, and I turn to see Claire walk in. "Hello, Eberts, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling okay, I guess, I can see now, but the wounds still hurt a little." I am trying to play, "I am mostly better", I figure I can get out of this room sooner. I want to go home, and paint, -or- at least have the option to sleep in my own bed, instead of this stiff hospital bed.
The phone beeps on the table near the wall. She goes to get it. "Yes... no he hasn't...I can try to bring the phone over to him, I don't think it will stretch that far...no, I will not allow him to get up and get it...yes...there is..okay.." I wonder who she was talking to I get the impression, I have a phone call though. I could just get up and get it from there, but I do not think she will allow that. I watch her squat down,(she looks cute like that) and pull something out from under the cabinet, in one of the drawers. I turn away, it is impoliet to stare, and connectrate on the boring corner of the wall, I had been staring at before.It is still there, with the same little hole where the paint is chipping. I knew it would be.
I hear her come towards me, with something, she had attached the phone to a longer phone cord. "You have a phone call from someone in the FBI."
The Fbi what in the world could they want. "Thanks." I press the line one button. "Hello."
The Official answers. "Good, she got the phone to you, I will transfer this call to you, I do not know how your friends keep getting my number and calling me."
"I don't know." I really do know, but will never tell him. I hear a loud click in my ear, and the phone on the other end rings.
"Hello?" I hear a famillar voice say. A friend I have known since college. Though we disagree on a few things, like sexual preference, its great to hear from him.
"Hey, Georgie."
"Hey, Albie, Richard called and told me what happen, so how are you?"
"I have been better.Bored out of my mind. How are you?" I begin to stare at the numbers on the phone, I need some paper and a pen to sketch soon, -or- I will die of boredom and soon.I think I would rather have died at Arnaud's place, at least I was doing something, if you can call fighting for your life, and freedom, just something.
"Well, things are slow here, and I am okay I guess. But I think I should be more concerned about you then you are about me." George answers, I catch the sadness in his voice. I wonder what Rich did to him, his Rich, not our friend Agent Smith.
"What happened between you and Rich? Another fight?"
"I can't ever hide anything from you, not exactly.... he.." He doesn't finish because someone is talking to him in the background. I hear him muffle the phone. "I will be just a minute, Bailey. " I hear a muffled reply that sounds like. "Okay, but you have to pay for it." I hear George reply back. "I know, I will, " I can almost see him and his boss, Bailey this whole time.George with his hand over the phone, and Bailey peeking over his shoulder. "Tell him, we wish him a speedy recovery." I hear Bailey muffle. I can see George nodding to this. He works with some good people, I met them once, when I had to run an errand in Atlanta for the Official. George had asked me to stop by and see his work place. I don't see how they can deal with such psycho people, (not his coworkers, the people they track),but they're all pretty nice.(yes, the coworkers are nice, not the psychos) Except this one guy, John, I think he thought because I was one of George's friends, I don't know which side of the ocean, to find my fish.Though I can see why, a lot of George's friends are that way. I listen as George unmuffles the phone. "You still there, Albie?"
"Yavole. Tell Bailey, I said thank you for the good wishes."
"Okay, I will,when he comes back, I can't believe you heard that."
"Remember I am the supersonic Sky Masterson." I say with a smile.
He laughs.It is an old joke from college.We were in a production of "Guys and Dolls" together, at one of those little playhouse, near campus. "I would think by now your hearing would not be so good. You are getting old now."
"You're not so young, Nathan Lane." I remark.
He laughs again. "True, True, Sky, but I still keep my markers good."
I chuckle a little. "Right, Right, so what happened with Rich?"
"Let's just say Rich is out of the picture,...why don't you tell me what happened today? Richard only gave me little details."
"That's because he only got a little details,little punk switched accents on me fifty times,"I am exaggerating, but he knows this." I guess I can tell you, because I really doubt you know of anyone in Atlanta, who doesn't need to find out. But remember I am only telling you because you live in another state. I will hunt you down, if anyone who doesn't need to know, finds out."
He laughs nervously, he knows I am serious. But he won't tell anyone anyway. He knows how psycho I am about details of my life, ever since that report tried to stalk me, when I was a field agent. I am not a celebrity, I am entitled to privacy.
(More to come)