Lost

Disclaimer: I don't own the Magnificent Seven, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence, Sexual Assault

Rating: FRT

italics and/or // indicates the tape recording.


Lost
Chapter 6


As Buck drove towards the warehouse, his mind kept conjuring images to torment him. Images of what he had done to Vin. Images of what might have been, if he had known that Vin was bi-sexual. Images of Vin after the attack, broken and non-responsive. The more he thought of all these things, the angrier he became. The result was easy to predict and had any of the others been with him they would have warned Buck against continuing to the warehouse. They weren't there however and by the time he reached the warehouse, Wilmington was seeing red. That had been his second mistake, his first was going after Spencer without any back-up.

Buck pulled to a screeching halt in front of the warehouse. Seeing a car that fit the description of Phillip Spencer's car, he was sure his prey was inside. Glaring at the building, he climbed from his truck and headed for the small side door. Loaded for bear, he only slowed down long enough to glance through the small piece of glass in the door. Seeing nobody in sight, he pulled the door open and moved into the building. He'd only taken two steps when he felt a blinding pain in the back of his skull and the world quickly went black.

Phillip Spencer grinned as he looked at the fallen man at his feet. Picking up the gun Buck had dropped, he then grabbed the back of his collar and dragged Wilmington to the center of the warehouse. Kneeling beside him, he searched the large man for any other weapons. "Well, well, well, look at this," he smirked. "Nice of you to help me out Wilmington," he sneered as he used the handcuffs he'd found to secure Buck's wrists behind him. Satisfied, after a further search, that the man carried no other weapons, Phillip pushed himself to his feet and went in search of something to secure Buck's ankles. It didn't take him long to find some rope lying in a corner. Quickly, he tied Buck's ankles together. Stepping back, he waited for the man to wake up, an evil grin spreading over his face.


Groaning softly, Buck slowly blinked open his eyes. The sunlight coming through the windows, though dim this late in the day, was enough to send a stab of sharp pain through his skull.

"Nice of you to join me Wilmington," Spencer gleefully announced his presence.

Twisting his head around, Buck glared at the man through slitted eyes.

"What, no hello? That's rather rude, don't you think?"

"You're a dead man Spencer, just as soon as I get loose," Buck growled.

Phillip laughed, "I don't think I need to worry. You'll play hell getting out of those cuffs. Since you're here though you can help me with a small dilemna I'm having." Turning away from Buck, he picked up a tape recorder and carried it over to where Wilmington lay bound. "I didn't catch quite everything, turned off the recording equipment and left after you carried your buddy to the bedroom," he absently explained.

"You son of a bitch!" Buck snapped, eyes blazing with fury in his suddenly pale face.

"Now, now, is that any way to talk?" Phillip amicably questioned. "Anyway back to my dilemna, you see I can't decide should I send this tape to the District Attorney or to the victim? You can see my problem I'm sure. On the one hand, I have in my hands the means to bring a rapist to justice, but do I have the right? Maybe I should send it to your friend, let him decide if he wants to press charges. What do you think Wilmington?"

"I think you're a sick bastard and there ain't no way you're David Spencer's brother." The words were barely out of Buck's mouth when Phillip's hand connected with his jaw, rocketing his head to the side.

"You don't say his name," he growled.

"The man I knew was a good cop, a good man and there is no way he would've condoned a scheme like this. He's probably rolling over in his grave at the thought of what you've done in his name," Buck calmly stated, ignoring the taste of blood from his split lip.

"Maybe he wouldn't have approved before he met you, but after what you let happen to him he was a changed man. Wonder how much it'll change your friend, but maybe I should say ex-friend," Phillip taunted. "I tell you what, before you help me make my decision I think you should hear the tape for yourself." Setting the recorder on the floor, he reached down, and without taking his eyes off of Buck, pressed the play button. "Of course I'll take this part out before I send it to anybody," Phillip said as the replay of his conversation with Buck sounded from the machine.

Buck winced as the phone call ended and he joined Vin on the couch. He could hear the crackling sound of the leather as he settled himself on the sofa, tears coming to his eyes as he heard Vin ask him if he was okay. As the tape played, his mind provided video to accompany the sounds and words he was hearing.

Vin parked a block from the warehouse, walking the rest of the way. He frowned when he saw Buck's truck. He had hoped to take care of this guy before anybody else found him. "Well guess I might as well find Bucklin," he mumbled as he closed the distance to the building. Searching the area, he saw where somebody had stood outside the door, their toes right up against it as they peeked inside. Figuring this must've been Buck, he took a look of his own. "Damn," he cursed when he saw his friend bound and lying on the floor. Stepping away from the building, he considered his options. Going through the door was out of the question, Spencer would see him the minute he opened it, but he had to find a way into the warehouse. He couldn't leave Buck at the mercy of a man like Phillip Spencer. Slowly he walked around the building, looking for another way in. He'd nearly given up when he spotted it, a fire escape leading to the roof, probably there to give anybody trapped in the loft area a way off the roof.

Before he climbed it though, he took a good long look at it. The last thing either him or Buck needed was for him to fall because of a rusty ladder. Finally satisfied that it was safe, or as safe as it could be, Vin jumped for the lowest rung, the lowest section being missing, and pulled himself up. Quietly he climbed the ladder, gently lowering himself to the roof he was careful to make as little noise as possible. Lying flat, he crab crawled to the nearest skylight. Glancing through it, he was disappointed to see it was directly over the main part of the warehouse, with no way down. Though if he couldn't find a way in, he could at least get a clear shot at Spencer if it looked to be necessary. Spying another skylight, he carefully crawled to it. Looking down, he grinned when he saw the short ladder leading from the skylight to the loft below. Sending up a silent prayer, he cautiously opened the skylight, quickly sending up silent thanks that it hadn't squeaked as he opened it. As quickly and quietly as possible, he climbed the ladder to the loft.

Again lying flat, he made his way to the edge of the loft and peeked over the side. What he saw and heard sent chills down his spine. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It hadn't been Spencer, it had been Buck! His friend, a man he'd thought he could trust, had raped him. As he listened to the tape, the attack began to come back to him. All of it, the unexpected fear when Buck suddenly turned on him, the incredible feeling of betrayal that paralyzed him for precious seconds and the intense pain he'd felt as his friend raped him. It was only when Spencer stopped the tape to taunt Buck that he began to wonder just how the man had come to have a recording of his rape?

"You know Wilmington as much pleasure as I got out of listening to you raping your friend, knowing what it was doing to you, I have to admit the next part is my favorite. Who knew that the ladies man of team seven is into men? Of course now that I know how you really feel, it makes my revenge all the sweeter," he smirked. "I think I'd like to hear it again," reaching over he pressed the play button once more, filling the echoing warehouse with Buck's voice.

//"Vin please talk to me...I'm so sorry Vin, I never wanted to hurt you, I had no choice."//

Buck lay on the floor, miserably listening to himself pour his heart out to Vin. He remembered each action that accompanied his words. Gently dressing Vin, scooping him up in his strong arms and lovingly carrying him to the guest room. Where he tucked him into bed and prepared to wait for him to come back to himself.

//"He said he'd kill you if I didn't do it. He could see you sitting on the couch, I couldn't chance calling his bluff. I'd rather you were alive and hating me than dead. Oh god Vin, I love you so much and if I could've saved you from this I would've. I swear to you, I would've given my own life to save you from this. If only he'd given me that option. I'm gonna sit down right over here sweetness, I'll be here when you come back to me. Please Vin, come back to me...." //

Here the tape ended, but not the tears that had clearly been heard in Buck's voice as he had fruitlessly explained his actions to an unresponsive Vin. From the loft Vin listened, his own eyes shimmering with tears. His mind reeled with the things he'd heard, the truths that had been revealed. Well he'd told Chris that he could handle the truth, hadn't he? Vin supposed now that he'd get the chance to find out if he really could.

"So tell me Wilmington, what do ya think? Should I turn it over to the D.A. or to your victim?"

"I don't give a damn," Buck miserably replied.

"Have to get rid of our little conversation at the beginning though, and that bit at the end where you told him about my threat. After all we can't let a rapist go free on a little technicality like that, can we?"


Vin listened in growing anger as Spencer taunted Buck. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to put aside all emotion. Drawing on his training from the Rangers, he steadied himself until he entered what he'd always referred to as the zone. Cold, detached, professional, he was ready to do the job he'd been trained for. There was one exception though, this time he wouldn't shoot to kill as the Rangers had taught him, he would only wound. He wanted Phillip Spencer to be tried for his crimes. He had to pay for what he'd done to both of them. Suddenly he rolled to his back, his gun trained on the skylight above him.


Chris had driven straight to the office, sure that Buck would go there to look up all he could on the Spencer brothers. He hadn't found him there of course. Not having any idea where to start looking, he had done what he'd expected Buck to do. Firing up his computer, he began to search for anything he could find on David and Phillip Spencer. He'd found several possibilites, but nothing definite and had been just about to shut down the computer when his phone rang. Chris grinned when he imagined Nathan holding the phone away from his ear as he was given a royal ass chewing. Ordering Nathan and Josaih to search for Vin, he hung up and called JD. Informing the younger man of the latest development, he ordered him to assist in the search for Vin. He had barely hung up when his phone rang again, this time it was Ezra and he had good news.

"Mr. Larabee I believe I know where we can find Phillip Spencer and hopefully our wayward Lothario."

"Where?" Chris barked the question.

"I have it on good authority that a man fitting Spencer's description has been seen frequenting the warehouse in which his younger sibling was so heinously attacked."

"Are you sure Ezra?"

"As sure as one can be in these circumstances," Ezra smoothly replied. "Mr. Larabee if I may, you sound a bit more anxious than I had expected, has something else occurred?"

"Vin flew the coop and I wouldn't be surprised if he's trying to find Phillip Spencer too."

"I see. Then might I suggest that we make all due haste to the locale in question."

"I'll meet you there Ezra," Chris responded, "hold on." Flipping through the information he'd printed out, he pictured the location of the warehouse. "Park a block to the north of the warehouse, we'll cooridinate from there," he ordered before ending the call. It had only taken a couple of minutes to relay those same orders to the rest of the team as he made his way out the door to the elevator.


Vin nodded when he saw his boss and friend peering down at him through the skylight. Rolling back over, he watched Spencer as Chris made his way into the loft to lay on the floor next to him. He smiled grimly as Chris put his mouth next to his ear and quietly told him the plan. It wasn't elegant, the situation wouldn't really allow it, but it would be effective. On a signal from Chris, JD and Ezra would come in the side door, at the same moment Josiah and Nathan, in Josiah's Blazer, would crash through the large front door. Hopefully with the element of surprise on their side they could take Spencer down without firing a shot. However if it looked like that wasn't going to happen, or if Buck looked to be in imminent danger, Vin would take Phillip Spencer down. Vin nodded his understanding and hunkered down to wait for Chris' signal.

Chris listened to the voices of his team coming over the earpiece he wore. Waiting until everybody was in place, he keyed his mic, once, twice, three times and then one long tone that only the team could hear. All hell broke loose as a large vehicle crashed through the doors, Josiah letting loose a maniacal yell was he brought the Blazer to a halt. In that same instance JD and Ezra came through the side door, yelling their identity and ordering Spencer to drop to his knees. Spencer looked wildly around the building, his eyes taking on a crazed gleam as he saw his plans for revenge going down the drain. Grabbing Buck's gun from his waistband, he pointed it at the fallen agent. He made no threats, didn't try to bargain; his only intention was to take Buck Wilmington with him. As his finger tightened on the trigger, a single shot rang out, sending a bullet through his shoulder and dropping him to the floor, the gun he held skidding to a stop several yards away.

Vin and Chris quickly made their way to the floor of the warehouse where JD was already removing the handcuffs from Buck's wrists. "Phillip Spencer, you're under arrest for the assault of a federal officer, kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment," Chris stood over the fallen man, staring coldly down at him.

"Go ahead arrest me and all of this will come out at the trial," Phillip taunted. "His career will be over as soon as everybody knows what he did to his buddy over there. I've got the whole thing on tape and I'll make sure it gets made public," he threatened.

"Chris ya..." Buck began, jerking as another shot rang out.

"What tape?" Vin asked, his eyes never wavering from the tape recorder he'd just blown to hell with a single shot from his high powered rifle. They'd have to take the tape out and burn it of course, but he'd figured this way would let Spencer know just what he thought of his tape.

"He raped you, don't you want to see him pay for that?" Phillip stared at him in disbelief.

"I reckon that's between me and him, but I sure as hell want to see you pay for what you've done," Vin drawled.

"It'll still come out at the trial, I'll make sure of it." Phillip stared at him, ignoring Nathan as he bandaged his shoulder.

"Your word against ours and if you think I'll admit to what happened in public, you're crazier than I already figured you for," Vin smiled grimly.

"Josiah, Nathan, get him out of here and don't forget to read him his rights," Chris ordered.

Lowering his gun, Vin looked Buck over. "Nathan, I reckon you should check Buck over first."

"Go on Nate, I can handle this guy," Josiah rumbled. Slapping the cuffs on Spencer, he bundled him into his Blazer and backed out of the warehouse, headed for the city jail by way of the emergency room at Denver general.

"I'm fine Nathan," Buck tried to wave him off.

"I've seen your fine before Buck, now let me take a look," Nathan frowned. "Where exactly are you hurt?"

Buck sighed, he knew when he was defeated, "Back of my head."

"You seeing double? Feel sick to your stomach? Dizzy?" Nathan questioned as he examined the knot on the back of Buck's skull.

"Little dizzy and my head is pounding but other than that I'm fine."

"Uh-huh," Nathan mumbled. Moving around to face Buck, he carefully examined his eyes. "I'd say you got a slight concussion Buck, you need to go to the hospital and get checked out."

"No..."

"Buck ya need to be checked if we're going to make a case against Spencer," Chris pointed out, cutting off whatever protests he'd been about to make.

"Give me a minute?" he asked.

Chris looked between Buck and Vin, nodding he prodded the others away from the two men.

"I'm sorry Vin, I never wanted to hurt you," Buck softly apologized.

"So I heard."

"You heard the tape?" Buck felt sick, remembering the horrible things that had been on that tape.

"Yeah. I knew I'd been raped, could feel it, but I thought it was Spencer that did it."

"Now that you know it was me?"

"I know ya was forced Buck, but I need some time to think about all of this," Vin quietly replied.

"I understand," Buck whispered.

"I doubt that, but thanks. Tell Chris and the others not to worry, I'll be in on Monday, I just need to get away for a couple of days."

"Vin?"

"Yeah?"

"Please come back, no matter how you feel about me now, don't let what happened drive you away from the only family you got. If you decide you can't work with me, I'll leave, that's the only fair thing to do."

Vin looked into Buck's eyes, he could see the pain in his blue eyes and he wondered if his own pain was so easily seen? A part of him wanted to tell the older man that everything would be okay now, but he couldn't. Not yet, maybe not ever. Giving a short nod, he turned and walked away from the men who had become his family.

TBC

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