THE LOST BRISTOW

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WARNING
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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND SOME SEXUAL
SITUATIONS. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, PLEASE DO NOT
CONTINUE!! CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED :)

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Jan Bristow felt like he had been knocked down by a
running horde of people... the splitting headache
attacked his forehead as he slowly began to come to.
Immediately he had begun to panic: **Where are Mischa
and my bastard of a dad? How many hours passed?** were
several swirling thoughts in the fragile mind of Jan
Bristow?

Mischa opened her eyes, and her body instantly began
to ache. But his aching was different from her old
wounds. She looked around the room, which looked much
different than the warehouse she and Jan had gone to.
had she been moved? in front of her was a video
camera on a tripod. She just couldnt understand what
was going on. She looked down, and saw she was
sitting in a steel chair that was bolted to the floor,
her hands and feet cuffed to the chair using cuffs
that were welded to the chair itself. She looked up,
and saw Michael Bristow standing in the corner of the
room. "Where the hell am I? Where is Jan? What did
you do to him?? I swear if you hurt him I'll kill you
myself!!" She struggled to get at him, but there was
no use- there was no escaping the chair she was locked
in.

"All in due time, Miss Mischa Vaughn." Michael said
with a dangerous expression on his face."Well... hurt
him... I did knock him unconscious."

"You bastard!" she screamed, struggling against her
tight restraints, her eyes filled with anger and hate.
"Where is he??"

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head over him...
you still don't get it do you?" Michael said
dangerously, as the now awakened Jan was seeing on the
television in front of him.

"Get what? What the hell is going on here?" she
demanded, looking at the camera. "What's that thing
for?" she asked, still struggling in vain against the
restraints that kept her at Michael Bristow's mercy.

Michael's hand reached out to her neck. "Love is for
the weak, Mischa. It's a useless emotion. One that
puts your entire mission in danger..."

"Let go of me," Mischa said through clenched teeth,
angry and still not understanding the true horror of
what Michael was doing to his son. "I want to see
Jan," she demanded.

His laugh reverberated through the walls and on the
video. Jan snapped awake. "Don't worry, he'll find you
soon enough... after all, he IS my son." Michael said
as he started to move his hands over her clothes...

"Stop it, don't touch me!" she screamed, struggling
again and remembering the threat that Jan had used
originally and Michael had considered before knocking
her unconscious. "Don't," she said, trying to hide
the fear she was beginning to feel.

"You think you call the shots? Do you actually think
you can order me to stop it?!" Michael's voice
thundered on. "I'm alive a lot longer than my son is,
so I might know a thing or two more than he does about
certain things." Jan's dad continued as he ripped her
shirt open.

Mischa gasped, feeling her shirt ripped open and her
bra exposed. She looked at the camera and suddenly
things began to click in her mind. "You're
psychotic," she said, swallowing hard and looking at
him, her breathing a bit heavier from the amount of
struggling she'd been doing. "You're making him watch
this aren't you? Where is he? Don't do this,
Michael..." her voice trailed off as her eyes turned
from fear to pleading... that he spare his son from
watching what he was doing to her.
"Of course I am... my dear
Mischa Vaughn." Michael said as he roamed his hands
over some of Mischa's exposed skin. "Oh, he's
somewhere, don't worry about that... If you want this to stop, then persuade my
son to
watch..."

Mischa struggled and squirmed, trying
to pull away from Michael's touch. "Don't do this to
him," she said, trying to keep her voice strong, but
her fear and panic was visible in her eyes. "I won't
be a part of this. I won't ask him to do anything you
sick bastard!" she shouted at him, her voice quivering
with a mixture of anger... and fear.

"Well then, Miss Vaughn, you don't know my son very well..." Jan's father
whispered in her
ear, as a hand stayed on one of Mischa's concealed breasts thanks to the bra.
Jan groggily
woke up and his eyes nearly burst out of his sockets!

Mischa didn't know what to do. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let
them
spill. She wanted Michael to stop, she did not want his hands on her body, but
still, asking
Jan to watch would hurt him even more, and it was something she didn't want to
do. *I
can endure anything,* she thought, *to save Jan the pain.* "I can't... I won't
ask him, I won't hurt him like that! Please Michael,
don't do this to your own son."

"MICHAEL! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU HURT HER!" could be heard sounding from
some
corner. "The son that betrayed me and crossed over like it was just a crossing
line on the
street?! I don't think so." Michael said and grinned evilly. "By the way, did
you hear that?"
He asked as he cupped a breast from under its protective bra.

"Jan??" cried Mischa, hearing his voice, or rather, the transmission of his
voice from
wherever he was being held. "I'm ok Jan, I swear!" she said, trying to hide
her face from
the camera, not wanting him to see her tears. "Please... stop...." said Mischa
softly, tears
now spilling from her eyes and streaking her cheeks.
Mischa hated to beg Michael Bristow for anything, but she could hear the pain
and anger
in Jan's voice. She knew what this must be doing to him, and that fact tore her
apart
inside.

Tears were on Jan's face, and they wouldn't stop flowing as he saw one of his
father's
hands go down to her panties.... "Remember what I taught you, Jan? The most
effective
way... to destroy a girl... to rid her of her beauty..." Michael traced his
fingers over her
black panties....

Mischa gasped, and fought back a sob as she felt Michael's fingers trace along
her black
panties. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to maintain her composure, but she
felt it
slowly slipping away. She almost wished Michael would strike her, or hurt her.
That type
of torture she
could handle. This type, she wasn't so sure.
"Don't..." she let the word fal from her lips, and
soft whisper, almost but not quite a whimper.

Evil laughter came from Michael Bristow. "Don't..." he mimicked in her voice
expression.
"Do YOU think that'd keep me from doing what I have in mind?" His voice
thundered. His
fingers went through her panties, and began to forcefully touch her pussy. "Make
me." He
challenged.... ** Jan was trying so hard to get out the restraints his father
had tied him up
with, keeping his eyes closed, not wanting to see this kind of horrific
things...

Mischa couldn't hold back anymore, she cried out, fully sobbing as she felt
Michael Bristow
touch her in such a private place. "No!" she screamed, whimpering, wishing this
would
stop. She fought the urge to cry out to Jan, to beg him to save her, but she
knew deep in
her heart this must be so difficult for him, she couldn't be the one
to make it harder. Surely her sobs and whimpers would
be making him feel badly enough. **Sydney burst into
the room where Jan was, and looked to the TV screen.
"Oh my God," she said, quickly freeing Jan from his
shackles. "We know where she is- at another warehouse
across town. It's about 30 minutes away, but I'll bet
we can get there in 10," she said, feeling sick
looking at what Michael was doing to Mischa. "Come on
Jan, we'll get her."


"WHAT? How...? How can he be so far away.." Jan felt tears falling down... the
bastard...
"Let's go." Jan said and went with his mother. *** "Come on, Miss Vaughn. Surely
you've
been touched there before..." He said as he drove his finger in deeper...

Sydney jumped into the van, hardly waiting for Jan to follow before turning the
key in the
ignition and peeling away from the warehouse at top speed. She saw Jan's tears,
and
cursed Michael for what he had done to his own son. "She'll be ok," Sydney
insisted,
driving as fast as
she could and hoping against hope that she was right.
In what felt like an ternity, but was acutally a mere
ten minutes, Sydney and Jan pulled up to the
warehouse. "The signal is coming from somewhere in
here, Jan. Let's spread out and find her." She
tossed her son a weapon, hoping he would use it with
discretion. ** Mischa squirmed and screamed. "STOP
IT! PLEASE!" she cried, trying to pull away from
Michael's invading touch. She swung her head around,
trying to get him away from her, hoping it would
connect with him, cause him to stop, but it was no
use. She was at his mercy, forced to endure his
touch. Unable to hold back anymore, she did as
Michael had originally wanted, and screamed, "JAN!! HELP ME PLEASE!!"

He slapped her ass cheeks. "That's SUCH a good girl! What, were you Catholic or
something? Being that good in such a performance!" Michael said as his tongue
licked her
visible body. . . everywhere he could think of.

Mischa panted from the effort of trying to get away from him. "You son of a
bitch!" she
yelled at Michael, angry at what was happening, and terrified that he wouldn't
stop, not
knowing how close Jan and Sydney were. "JANNNN!!!!" she screamed, the terror
she was
feeling from what was happening to her audible in her tone. "JAN PLEASE HELP
ME!!!!!!!!!"

"Let me, I'll teach that ass a lesson he'll NEVER forget!" Jan said and kicked
in the room. He
saw her laying there, left to Michael Bristow's mercy. . . He pulled Michael off
of Mischa,
and kicked him hard in the shins! A normal person would scream in pain, but not
Michael.
"You got your wish after all, Miss Vaughn." Jan then got punched
hard in his stomach!

Mischa squirmed, still tied up and unable to help Jan. "Leave him alone!" she
cried, her
face wet with her own tears. She tried to kick Micheal, but couldn't reach.
"Jan...." she
whimpered, wanting to help so badly, feeling so grateful to see him come to her
rescue.
** Sydney
heard the commotion and headed to the other side of
the warehouse, where her son had obviously found
Mischa and Michael.

Jan felt his breath become ragged in his lungs, right after the kick and fell
down. "THIS is
my son?! One of MINE? Someone so weak... Blinded by love..." Michael said,
laughing evilly.
When Michael least expected it, Jan kicked him hard again. "Yes, I am. I might
be weak,
because I'm in love... and there's NOTHING you can do to stop it!" Jan said,
angered to the
highest level he could take. He punched his father hard along the jaw, then
hurried to
Mischa to try and get her free. . .

"Jan, I'm sorry.... I didn't want you to see it...." she cried, as she felt him
free her from the
cuffs that kept her at Michael's mercy. She was breathing heavily, tears
streaming from
her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. She hated feeling weak, but emotionally she
could have
handled
anything, except what michael Bristow had done to her.
** Sydney came rushing in, knocking Michael down from
behind, her weapon trained on him. She cocked her
weapon, looking down at the man she had once loved.
"I wouldn't move another inch." she said coldly.

"Well Well.... been quite some time, love.... where have you been? I had begun
to miss
you." Michael said grinning. Jan took off his shirt and gave it to Mischa to
cover up, while
trying to wipe the tears from her face. "Shh... it's going to be fine. I hope we
came in on
time..." Jan whispered to her. Michael all watched this... this... display of
confession of
caring.

Sydney shook her head. "Can't say as I have felt the same way. but I see you
haven't
changed. You're still the same sick son of a bitch I married." **Mischa took
Jan's shirt,
slipping it on, covering her body. She felt him gently brush the tears away,
but for some
reason she couldn't stop them from flowing. In all her CIA training, of all the
torture she
ha dbeen trained to take, this was
never even thought of, and Mischa, though she was a
very good agent, didn't know how to feel about what
had just happened. She rested her head against Jan's
shoulder, just like she had when he had carried her
away from his father during their first escape, taking
comfort in just having him near her.

"Oh COME ON! Sydney, before Jan was born we had it all! It was perfect! I killed
Lauren
Reed right in front of you! That should have meant something! All the missions
we had
been going on together. Weiss and Nadia." A smile crept on his face. "I wonder
how they
are doing... then again, you might know." Michael said. Jan hugged Mischa
tighter,
burying his head close to hers, the tears flowing at
words like that his father had just said....

"Yeah the good old days, before you started kidnapping agents and doing
unspeakable
things to them," she said, her weapon still trained on him. "Now stand up and
face the
wall, and I dare you Michael, to give me a reason to
shoot you." ** Mischa felt Jan hold her tight,
knowing her ordeal was over, feeling his own tears
spilling now too.

"At first you went along, searching for my father with me... but then suddenly
you
stopped..." Michael stood up and faced the wall. "I've always loved you, Sydney
Anne
Bristow... even when I went rogue... until I realised it was a weakening
situation..." Michael
said.
"I helped you when you were doing it right, Michael, when you had morals. Then
you
started doing whatever it took, killing whoever needed to be killed, and that
was just not
acceptable. You were obviously willing to do anything, but I wasn't. I always
knew where
my loyalties were. The
problem is, your loyalties changed." She withdrew
cuffs and slapped them on his wrists. "Let's go," she
said, turnign her head for a minute. "Mischa, are you
ok? Jan, you got her?" ** Mischa heard Sydney ask how
she was, and she quickly nodded, still folded in Jan's
arms. "I'm ok," she said softly, pressing herself
against Jan.

Jan stopped crying, his father's words actually getting to him. "Yeah," Jan
said, wiping his
own tears, "me too." Jan said. He got up, and helped Mischa up. . . all the
while not looking
at the bastard of a father. "Well, will you visit me in custody, son?" Michael
actually dared
to
ask, while he was smirking.

Sydney actually laughed at Michael's question. "You'll be lucky if he doesn't
personally
escort you to execution for all you've done." ** Mischa looked at Michael for
a moment,
and couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask his son to come and visit him,
after what he
had done.

Jan didn't say anything but "Can we go?"

"We're going," said Sydney, leading Michael out to the van and loading him into
the back.
She turned to Jan. "Do you want to drive? You and Mischa could sit up front so
you have
some... privacy. I'll stay in the back with him," Sydney said, nodding toward
Michael. She
held out the keys for her son, hoping he got her hidden message-
that Mischa shouldn't have to sit across from Michael
Bristow the entire rid eot the airport. *** Mischa
just followed Jan's lead, oblivious to everything,
trying to accept the realities of what had happened,
her tears finally beginning to stop.

Jan shrugged. "I guess." Jan said to his mother, taking
the keys and got in the van. He waited until Mischa
had stepped into the van's passenger seat. And his
parents in the loading cargo area. . . Jan wrapped an
arm around Mischa.

"Jan," said Mischa, leaning against his arm, fighting back fresh tears and
cursing herself
for being so weak. "I'm sorry...." she whispered, hating the fact that she had
caved into
Michael Bristow's demands of her. **Sydney locked Michael's cuffs to a ring in
the back of
the van, as Jan and Mischa climbed in the front. She slapped the
window shut in between the back of the van and the
front, giving them their privacy. "I can't believe
you did this to him, Michael. Of all the things...."
she said, shaking her head. Michael smiled. "Oh,
Sydney, it's far from over. You of all people should
understand that. this is just the beginning of my
relationship with my son."

Jan gave Mischa a soft kiss on her lips. "You've never had that sort of
training... not even I
myself have had that kind." Jan said to her, trying to make Mischa feel
better... but not
knowing if he was succeeding or not.

"I didn't want, to call for you," she said, just after Jan softly kissed her.
"He wanted me to
do it, he wanted you to hear me scream for you, but I didn't want to do it. I
didn't want to
hurt you. I'm so sorry Jan.... I'm sorry I
wasn't stronger...." ** Sydney laughed. "This is the
end of your relationship with your son, Michael. I'll
see to that." Michael smiled, his very own evil grin.
"We'll see." he replied.

"I know..." Jan said, saddened. "I don't think anyone would ever pass this test
with flying
colors. I'm sorry, I shouldn't refer it to a test!" Jan was so angered that he
slammed his
head against the steering wheel! "Anyway, let's try to head to the airport... I
can't stand to
be on a plane with him..."

Mischa sat up straight and took a deep breath, trying to maintain her compsure.
As Jan
drove, she knocked on the divider. Sydney opened it and asked softly, "Mischa,
are you
alright?" Mischa nodded, "I'll be fine Sydney," she said, her voice almost a
whisper. "Do
you have the bag of spare supplies back there?" she asked softly. Sydney handed
to her
through the divider. Mischa thanked her and
Sydney put the divider back down. Michael smiled. "I
told Jan before that would put an agent in her place.
Apparently I was right." Sydney shook her head, glad
her son hadn't heard that comment. "You disgust me,"
she said to Michael.

As Jan Bristow drove with Mischa Vaughn by his side, a song on the radio filled
the air...
even the space where Sydney and Michael were. It was called "Angels" by "Jessica

Simpson." Jan didn't really feel any connection to this song... even though he
had fallen in
love with an Angel called Mischa Vaughn....

Mischa slipped into the spare pair of pants from the supply bag. She put the
shirt aside so
Jan sould put it on when they got to the airport. She heard the words to the
song flow
through the air, and now saw them in a whole new light. " And through it all he
offers me
protection,
a lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or
wrong, and down the waterfall, Wherever it may take
me, I know that life won't break me, When I come to
call, he won't forsake me - I'm loving angels
instead." She looked at Jan, and thought he was the
one who had not left her, he was the one who had
rescued her- she indeed did love her very own angel.
Sydney also heard the same words Mischa heard, but thought of them much
differently.
She remembered the time Michael had been her angel. She remembered the time he
had
been her one and only. As she looked across at him now, she
couldn't believe how cruel life had been to them- how
much they had changed, and grown in different
directions.

Jan continued to drive, with Mischa close by. He would be Mischa's guardian
angel tonight.
Nobody would ever get that close to her again... Jan promised her and himself
that as he
listened to the lyrics.

Mischa looked at Jan as he drove, and for the first time smiled. Now that he
was here, with
her, she felt safe. She knew he would protect her, even as she dreaded boarding
a plane
with Michael Bristow. no matter how hard she tried, she could make his voice
stop
echoing in her head, and she couldn't stop feeling his hands on her body. **
Sydney
remained silent, staring at Michael as they
drove. Michael laughed. "You act like this was
something so terrible. It was your own son's
suggestion, you know. I just showed him what he had
wanted to do to her." Sydney shook her head, unable
to belive that Jan would ever have followed through on
that threat.

Jan suddenly wondered how his mother would react had she known that it was in
fact her
son who had suggested it in the first place... she'd maybe disown him... or give
him a
good lecture...

"There was a time you said I was your guardian angel... now I guess I'm your
devil?"
Michael asked.

Mischa sighed. "I can't wait to get back home," she said, trying desperately to
hide the
voice she was still hearing, the hands she was still feeling.... **** Sydney
looked at
Michael as the van continued to move towards the airport. "You became my devil
when you
betrayed everything I held dear. You and I used to value the same things,
remember?
When you betrayed those values, you betrayed me, and there's no returning from
that."

"Me neither. You could sleep at my place... uh... if that's okay with you and
Mom." Jan said
to her, as he continued driving. They were almost at the airport...

"I'd like that," said Mischa, thinking Sydney probably wouldn't mind, and the
last thing she
wanted was to be alone tonight. ** Sydney opened the divider, not wanting to
interupt,
but wanting to see how far they had gotten, and saw they were almost to the
airport.
"Good we're almost there, let's get the hell out of here."

Jan got out of the vehicle as soon as he had found a fitting place to park the
van, and then
he opened the door for Mischa first. When she had joined Jan, Jan alone went to
the back
and opened the backdoor of the van to get his mother and father out of the van.

Sydney smiled at Jan, and nodded towards Mischa. "I got him. You can go take
care of
her. We should keep them seperated." **Michael looked over, and saw Mischa,
her tear
streaked face, now dressed in pants that were two
sizes too big and Jan's shirt. He smiled. "Looks
like I put her in her place, right son?" he said, "And
lucky you, got to see your suggestion fullfilled."
**** Mischa stood on the side of the van, staying away
from the back, not wanting to see Michael, having no
clue he was looking at her.

Jan just didn't say anything and turned to his mother and nodded. He left them
and went
to Mischa's side. "come on, we should get aboard the plane. We're going to sit
in the
back... sound good to you?" Jan asked Mischa, before
they moved.

"Yeah, fine," said Mischa, reaching for Jan's hand as they headed for the plane.
** Sydney
tightened Michael's cuffs and whispered in his ear, "You can't get him, Michael.
He's better
then you. No matter how hard you try, he won't blame himself." Michael
laughed. "We'll
see, Sydney Anne Bristow. We'll see."

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