THE LOST BRISTOW

Jan entered the plane first with Mischa closely at his side, and
moved toward one of last seats in the back. "I won't let him hurt
you again...." Jan whispered in her ear.

Mischa stayed close to Jan, and rested her head on his shoulder as
they took two seats on the back of the plane. "Thanks, Jan. I know
you'll protect me," she replied, her voice filled with a sad tone
after everything that had occurred. She tried to hide her guilt over
all this- she felt horrible about what Jan had been through, and
wished she could have been stronger for him. Silent tears slipped
from her eyes as she reached for Jan's hand, glad that her ordeal
was over.

Instinctively right after their hands connected, did Jan's other
hand go to her eyes where he dabbed her tears away. Who was he
kidding? He wasn't a female, and would never get Mischa comforted,
but.... it never hurt a man to try, right?

Despite her pain, Mischa smiled as Jan gently brushed her tears
away. "I'm sorry, Jan..." she said, feeling the weight of what had
happened on her shoulders. "I wanted to be strong for you. I
couldn't," she said, holding his hands and snuggling closer to him,
taking comfort in being with him, held by him, protected by him.

Jan kissed her forehead softly. "I know, if I hadn't let my dad do
what I originally had intended to do...." Jan trailed off, the hurt
reflected in his own irises.

Mischa picked up her head and looked at him. "Jan, it wasn't your
fault," she said, seeing the pain he was feeling and knowing this is
exactly what Michael had wanted to do to his son. "Nobody blames
you. I don't blame you," she said softly. She gently touched his
cheek as she looked into his eyes- eyes that were filled with pain
from what he had just seen his father do. "You wouldn't have done
it, Jan. You aren't your father."

Jan nodded slowly. "That I am not. Am glad too." *I wonder what's
keeping mom and that bastard of a father...* Jan thought.

Mischa smiled and snuggled next to Jan. "Thank you for rescuing me,"
she said, her voice quivering as tears again threatened to spill. "I
was so relieved when I heard your voice. I knew I was safe then." **
Sydney led Michael onto the plane in wrist and ankle shackles. As
Michael boarded the plane, he eyed Mischa and his son in the back of
the plane. He caught Mischa's eye and smiled at her wickedly. He
tried to keep walking, but Sydney held him in place and guided him
to a seat in the front of the plane. "Don't even think about it,"
said Sydney, forcing him down in the seat. "I'm not letting you
anywhere near her, michael." Michael laughed. "This is far from over
Sydney, you should know that."

As soon as the two were seated, the foursome began their journey
home. "Would you like to eat something, Mischa?" Jan asked her,
oblivious to the fact that she had once again locked eyes with her
captor.

Mischa shivered as Michael looked in her direction, and averted her
gaze from his eyes as Sydney forced him to a seat in the front. The
plane took off, heading for home. "No, I'm not hungry," said Mischa
softly. In truth, Mischa was tired, but she doubted sleep would
come. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Michael coming
towards her. "Actually, I think I'm going to go to the bathroom,"
she said, moving away from jan and standing up. "I"ll be right back."

In an instant Jan was up from his seat, standing up with Mischa, and
reached for his hand. He was sure that either his mom or his dad
would see this, heck, maybe they would both! "Then allow me to
escort you to the bathroom. I'll wait for you before the door,
okay?" Jan asked her as he had managed to stall her for just a few
seconds or else she would have gone too soon.

Mischa looked ahead, knowing she would have to walk past Michael and
Sydney to get to the bathroom. She smiled at Jan, and nodded. "Ok,
thanks," she said, taking hold of his hand. She was glad to not have
to be on this plane alone. ** Sydney heard them moving and turned to
see Mischa and Jan moving up toward them in the aisle. "One word to
her Michael, I'll kill you right here, very slowly." said Sydney.
Michael also looked back and laughed. "You should know, I'm not
really frightened of you, Sydney." Sydney shook her head and
whispered to him, "You should be."

Jan carefully took Mischa to the bathroom, knowing as well that
they'd had to get passed Michael. Instead, he mantrad himself over
and over not to look back, and told Mischa the same thing in a
whisper...

Mischa nodded, squeezing Jan's hand as they walked past Michael and
Sydney. Mischa shut her eyes as they past, not wantign to look at
him again. They made their way past, and Mischa opened the bathroom
door. "I'll be right out," she said to Jan with a smile, reluctantly
letting go of his hand as she shut the door behind her. ** SYdney
watched them pass, and watched Michael look at Mischa with a gaze
that made her sick. Sydney wasn't sure, but it was almost as if
Michael was doing ti all again, in his mind, everytime he looked at
Mischa. Just as Mischa had stepped into the bathroom, the plane
began to hit turbulance. "Jan!" said Mischa from inside the bathroom-
"You need to go take a seat, and buckle up! I'm almost done, I'm
ok," she said, worried about Jan's safety.

Jan didn't let that to be said twice, but.... it meant leaving
Mischa alone... AGAIN! Jan searched for the nearest seat to take
place in, and spotted one not that far from his parents. SO Jan
dashed toward it and sat down. *Damn, why now, on this flight?* Jan
wondered. He kept his eye on the bathroom instead of looking ahead a
few aisles.

Mischa finsihed in the bathroom, as best she could considering how
the plane was jumping around, and opened the door just as the power
began to falter on the plane. Th epilot's voice came over the
loudspeaker. "Buckle up everyone, this si going to be bumpy for a
few minutes." MIscha stumbled her way towards Jand and as she
reached him, the plane jumped and she fell into his lap. Despite the
seriousness of all that had happened, she laughed a bit. "i knew
we'd be close and all..." she said with a smile, trying desperately
to lighten the moment. *** Sydney took a deep breath as the plane
began jumping around and then all went dark. "Michael, are you
buckled in?" she asked. But surprisingly, there was no answer.....

Jan's lips suddenly reached Mischa's during her fall on Jan's lap.
One that wasn't just a defined normal kiss. "I was so worried about
you..." Jan admitted after their lips were off the other again. "Is
everyone okay up ahead?" Jan asked his parents, even though there
was the lying father involved.

Mischa smiled. "I was so scared he had hurt you," she told him
breathlessly, after their wonderful kiss. ** "I'm fine, but," she
said, trying to reach over. buckled into her seat, she couldn't
reach michael. "You're father isn't answerign me, and I can't reach
him. The lights should come on in a minute." *** Michael made his
way throught he underbelly of the plane, thinking to himself that
this was the perfect opportunity.... for escape.

"Well, you don't have to worry anymore, I'm fine." Jan said hugging
Mischa. There was a yearning in the young Bristow's body to just
continue making out with her, to just forget about the whole
turbulence situation on the plane, but Jan didn't persue any
passionate leads. "What? He's trying to get away?!" Jan asked. Why
couldn't a person in custody never ever stay a person in custody!

Mischa smiled as Jan hugged her, and couldn't wait until they had
the chance to finally be alone, just the two of them, but then
quivered in Jan's arms as she heard him say what she most
feared. "No, he can't, he's cuffed," said Mischa, fear in her voice.
** The lights blinked on and Sydney's heart sank as she saw the
shackles sitting on the floor in the aisle. She shook her head, not
kowing how he had done it. "We have to find him," she said,
exchanging a look with Jan.

Jan kissed Mischa again softly. "Mom, I need you to stay with
Mischa. I think I know where he is." Jan said and unbuckled his
seatbelt and dashed to get to the cargo hold. *I swear I'm not gonna
let him go the way I let him get away before..* Jan thought
seethingly as he dashed into the cargo hold.

"Jan, be careful," Mischa said, her voice filled with concern for
him as she kissed him softly. **Sydney nodded to her son, and tossed
him her weapon as he dashed away towards the cargo hold. Sydney
smiled as she stood and approached Mischa, her hand resting on
Mischa's shoulder. "Are you alright, Mischa? Don't worry, Jan will
find him. We won't let him near you again." Mischa remained silent,
fear again coursing through her veins. ** Michael hid as he head
footsteps, wondering who it was coming after him, as he searched for
a parachute or smoething to make him able to get out of the plane.

Jan entered the cargo hold, letting his emotions defrost before
dashing into it, he knew, as an agent, the worst thing to jeopardize
himself and the mission was to run into an area with emotions
cropped up inside him. Jan carefully advanced to the place where
Michael had hidden himself....

Michael saw his son coming toward him, and smiled. "Well well well,
look who's gone and grown some courage," said Michael, cocking a
weapon he had stumbled on and holding it on his son. "One more step
and I start shooting. I'l depressurize this plane and kill as all-
including your mother and your precious Mischa."

Jan stopped in his tracks, looking for a way to de-arm his father,
since his son had found out that he also had a gun. *Why does this
never go the easy way?* Jan thought angrily. "Such a nice reunion,
don't you think? Who'd ever thought a son and a bastard of a father
would meet face to face in a cargo hold on a turbulenced plane?" Jan
mocked.

"Yes, and after getting cozy with the same woman," said Michael,
trying to entice his son's emotions. He knew Jan was in love with
Mischa Vaughn, and he thought it was a weakness he could
exploit. "Oh, she is a treasure Jan, and quite hot, I must say,
son." He laughed as he watched his son's face for a reaction to his
words. *** Sydney didn't look at Mischa, but since they were alone,
it seemed as good a time as any, sicne the events were still
fresh. "Mischa, I need to know, how far... did he go?" Mischa
swallowed hard and turned to look out the window as the plane
continued to jump from the turbulance. "Far enough," she said
softly, tears forming in her eyes again.

Jan aimed his gun and shot a bullet straight into his father's
gun. "That's the last time I left you get out of my grip." Jan
yelled at his father and, now that he had succesfully de-armed his
father, gave him a roundhouse kick in the chest. He figured that
Sydney and Mischa could hear the gunshot.....

Sydney and Mischa both jumped as they heard the gunshot. Sydney
looked at Mischa and said, "I'm sure he's fine," but Mischa was
already on her feet. "Are you coming? I'm going to check on him,"
she said, thjinking she'd be damned if Michael was going to hurt the
man she loved.... *** Michael grunted a bit as Jan kicked him right
in the chest. He looked up at his son and smiled. "What? You don't
like hearing how I had your hot little woman all to myself?" he
said, his grin evil as he tried to bring his son's emotions tothe
surface.

Jan was enraged beyond reason! He grabbed his father's shirt and,
even though he was a man, kicked his father right between his legs.
No words were coming out of Jan's mouth, he wanted to hurt his
father more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. Only after
punching him right after kicking him between his legs, did Jan speak
again. "A past version of myself would have loved to hear such
stories... but alas, I grew up." Jan said and pointed his gun on his
father's leg and fired.

Michael didn't make a sound as the bullet fired into his leg.
Despite the burning pain, he laughed. "Looks like you've grown some
balls since we last saw worked together son. You were too afraid to
follow through." He leaned forward, just as Sydney and Mischa ran
down into the cargo hold. "She was really something Jan. You don't
know what you missed." Michael saw Mischa and Sydney, but they were
still behind Jan, and had yet to make a sound.

"I can easily shoot that other leg of yours.... Dad." The last word
came out so despicably... like it was a venom or poison. "I'm not
going to let you escape again."

"Go ahead, won't change anything," said Michael coldly, his eyes
fixed on his son. "Won't change what I did to her- and to you," he
said with a laugh, seeing Mischa and Sydney standing on the
steps. "You know what I think? I think she liked it, and I think she
liked that you were watching." Mischa gasped. "You bastard!" she
cried, tears forming in her eyes.

Jan froze.... when hearing his loved one speak. He didn't dare to
turn around to see if his mother was standing there as well. Knowing
them, they would never back off. So he thought his mother was
standing there too, without even saying her name, without even
needing confirmation. Jan kicked his father in the face... since it
was such a good target to hit.

Mischa gasped as Jan kicked his father in the face. "Go ahead, Jan,
hurt me if it makes you feel better. Like I said won't change
anything, will it Mischa my dear?" Sydney pu an arm around Mischa
and tried to lead her away, "Comeone, wait up there, I'll help Jan."
Mischa shook her head, looking right at Michael. "He doesn't scare
me." she said, her voice sounding strong. She felt safe- knowing Jan
wouldn't let him near her. Michael laughed. "My dear, hot and
fiesty, mmmm," said Michael, his eyes pouring over Mischa, looking
right past his son.

Jan grabbed his father and put him in a headlock. . . so that Mischa
and Sydney weren't facing him. "I need some cuffs... does anyone
have a pair on them?" Jan asked, without looking back at Sydney nor
his current crush, Mischa Vaughn. "Oh, and maybe some duct tape?"

Sydney tossed her son a pair of cuffs. "Here you go, Jan." She ran
down the rest of the steps and picked through an emergency supply
kit until she found some duct tape, and handed that to him as well.
Meanwhile, Michael knew what his son was going to do, and got one
more comment in before he did it. "Mischa, darling, are those cuffs
for you? A father and a son in one day? I must say girl, you do make
your moves." He laughed a very evil laugh, while choking under his
son's headlock. "Shut up you son of a bitch or I'll shoot you
myself!" Mischa screamed.

"Thanks mom." Jan said and cuffed his dad, then struck the duct tape
on his mouth. "You're going to be very sleepy now.... next time
you'll wake up, metal bars will welcome your return to the living!"
Jan said and injected his father with a tranquilizer.

Michael felt the tranquilizer seep into his bloodstream, saying
something uder the duct tape, no doubt another inappropriate
comment, then his eyes closed and he was out. Mischa looked at Jan
as Sydney grabbed the now unconscious Michael. "I'll get him back
upstairs," she said, as Mischa came down closer to Jan. SYdney
dragged Michael upstairs, not paying too much attention as she
banged him against the handrail as she went up. "Someone's going to
be achey when he wakes up," Sydney said as she left the cargo hold.
Mischa just stood, coming closer to Jan, but didn't speak. In truth,
she didn't know what to say.

Jan watched his father's lips move thanks to the duct tape, and
luckily couldn't hear what was said. "Thank you, mom." Jan said
softly as he watched the unconscious father who had lied his whole
life to his own son get taken away. Jan then turned to Mischa and
took her hands. "It's over, for now." Jan said and hugged Mischa.

Mischa melted into Jan's arms and sighed. "I know, just hearing
those things....," she said, shaking her head as she pressed it
close to Jan's chest. "I can't believe how calm you stayed. I'm so
proud of you."

"I guess cuffs are out of the question....." Jan sighed, actually
wanting to say it as a joke, but failing. "He was getting under my
skin, but I just tried to have none of it. How long were you two
standing there?" Jan asked her as he kissed her cheek softly.

Mischa laughed at his joke, and shook her head. "Long enough," said
Mischa, not moving from Jan's arms. "I couldn't believe he would say
those things..." she said, smiling as Jan's lips softly brushed her
cheek in a kiss.

"Neither could I. I admit, I could have killed him. I could have
wanted to kill him." Jan said, and then recalled all the things he
had done that led to the ultimate endgame... the recapture of
Michael Bristow by his own son, Jan Bristow.

"I would have killed him," she said softly, lifitng her head to look
into Jan's eyes. "You're a better person than I am, Jan Bristow,"
she said, wrapping her arms around him, her gaze locking with his.

Jan kissed her neck. "I'm glad we're over this, for now. The
turbulence is gone.... we don't have to worry about a long
unconscious person in custody. Shall we get back?" Jan asked, his
gaze locking with hers.

"In a minute," said Mischa, lifting her chin and kissing his lips,
softly at first, btu with a passion behind it that was intense as
she held him tight.

Jan moaned into the kiss, forgetting he was in the cargo hold of the
plane that would take them back to LA.

Mischa deepened the kiss, her hands gently rubbing Jan's back as she
moved her tongue around and into his mouth, french kissing him with
the passion she felt for the man she was falling in love with.

Jan let his tongue get wrapped around by Mischa's, as his hands
rubbed her back. He pulled the woman he loved a little bit more
closer to his clothed body. One hand slipped downward to an ass
cheek....

Mischa moaned as she felt Jan's hand slip down to her ass cheek, her
own hands roaming on his body as well. "Oh, jan," she moaned into
his mouth, as their passionate kiss increased.

Another hand went to her shirt, and wanted to open the buttons on
her shirt, but hesitated......

Mischa broke the kiss and smiled at him. "It's ok, Jan," she said,
popping open the first button for him. SHe loved him for hesitating,
and although she couldn't explain why, she wanted his hands on her
body more than she had wanted anything else....

He kissed the exposed flesh that had been revealed after the first
button had been opened by the love of his life. "Are you sure you
want this now? It's the cargo hold... not a romantic place...." Jan
said after his steamy kiss on her exposed flesh that could be seen
after ine button being opened..

Mischa moaned softly as he kissed her where she had just unbutoned
her shirt, and sighed as he spoke. "Jan, I don't think I could want
anything more, unless you want to wait," she said. She smiled, and
added, looking up at him "As long as you're here, it is a romantic
place, Jan."

"I'm sorry, Mischa. I was thinking some dinner, wine perhaps...."
Jan confessed to her.

Mischa sighed. "I guess you're right," she said, wrapping her arms
around him again. "That sounds nice," she said softly, reaching up
and kising his lips again, all the passion she was feeling coming
through in her kiss.

Jan smiled. This woman was really pushing her point. Jan kissed her
back, longer than she had, but with equal passion. "we really need
to go back...." Jan whispered softly. "As much as I love you."

"I love you too," she said, taking his hand. "I know you're right,
I'm just, dreading it," she said softly. She knew that when they
landed in LA, the debrief would come next- and they would have to
tell Sydney and Sloane exactly what happened.

"I know, I'll be there for you, when you have to debrief." Jan said
softly. Then he lifted her up and led her back to the seats!

"Thanks, Jan," she said softly, her eyes twinging with sadness as he
lifted her and carried her back to their seats. Sydney saw them
return and smiled, not saying anything.

******END OF CHAPTER 7: THE FLIGHT HOME*******