Kat I still love this story and I really hope that someday Amy will remember
who she is! I haven't given up hope...Trent is hanging on to "only a fool's
hope"...sorry had a Return of the King moment there LOL :) but YEAH :) I
really love this story still :)
Nikki
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From: "Kat Hillcrest" <sot_treasury@...>
To: "sotfic" <sotfiction@yahoogroups.com>; "SOTfic-R"
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Sent: Wednesday, January 28, 2004 3:11 PM
Subject: [sotfiction] Against All Odds, chapter 44


> Hey! What do you know? After how many months has it
> been? Don't get your hopes up though, because unless
> I get busy and write some more, this is it. No more
> in reserve. Hope you enjoy.
>
> Trent drove miles out into the countryside, taking
> random turns, making sure no car stayed behind them
> until he was certain that they hadn't been followed.
>
> It was early in the morning, but he didn't know the
> exact time. Still dark, he couldn't see his watch by
> the light of the dash. Time to find somewhere to
> crash, that's all he knew. Finally, he passed some
> old, local motel and pulled in the lot.
>
>
> Amy stirred in the seat next to him. She hadn't
> slept, but she hadn't spoken or hardly moved except
> for the trembling of her hands since they'd left the
> house. He'd had to practically throw her over his
> shoulder and carry her out the door to get her to go
> with him. It occurred to him, ironically, that was
> the second time he'd almost had to do that with her.
> Did she have a death wish or something? No matter.
> As long as he was around, nothing was going to happen
> to her. He couldn't take the chance of loosing Amy
> again.
>
>
> He'd made a cursory check of his Corvette before
> they'd left, going over it for bugs too. But in the
> dark, with only a flashlight, he wasn't altogether
> sure that he'd done a good job. He'd check again more
> thoroughly when it was light.
>
>
> He hadn't been quite sure what to do with the bugs
> they had found. If they disposed of them right away,
> the organization would know. He wanted to use them
> against them. Throw the bad guys off the trail good.
> An opportunity came in the form of a flat bed truck.
> He tossed the bundled bugs onto the deck as it passed
> the house, then headed out in the opposite direction.
> And smiled smugly to himself at his ingenuity.
>
>
> Trent cut the engine of his Vette. "Can I trust you
> to wait here while I go get a room?"
>
>
> Amy turned her head toward him, but didn't say
> anything for the longest time. Long enough to make
> him start feeling nervous. He didn't know what she
> had in mind. She'd been willing to stay behind at the
> house in some misguided attempt to make things better.
> As if losing her again would ever make anything
> better. But she must have believed that it was the
> right thing to do.
>
>
> So, if she still thought he was safer without her,
> would she try to run off now as soon as his back was
> turned? Trent's stomach tangled into knots. If he'd
> had his handcuffs with him, he would have used them to
> secure her to the car.
>
>
> Her voice was soft, resigned, and a little
> disgruntled. "Yes."
>
>
> Good enough. Trent swallowed hard and got out. He
> still had some misgivings, but after all, he was right
> in front of the office. He could see the car through
> the window, and could therefore see if she tried to
> get away.
>
>
> Inside, he walked up to the desk. Behind it was an
> elderly man who looked like he'd just woken up. Not
> exactly the friendly grandpa type, but not the
> throw-rocks-at-the-kids-type either.
>
>
> "I'd like a room for the night, please."
>
>
> "Not much of the night left now." With barely a
> glance outside at his ride, the old man pushed the
> register toward him while he pecked a few keystrokes
> at his antiquated computer. "That'll be forty
> dollars."
>
>
> Trent handed him cash. He knew better than to use his
> credit card. Someone could be tracking it. "I'd like
> a room at the back, if possible." The old man gave
> him a quizzical look. "It'll be quieter from the
> passing traffic."
>
>
> He laughed gruffly. "Sonny, there ain't that much
> traffic along this road."
>
>
> "Well, the 18-wheelers make some noise."
>
>
> Begrudgingly, he agreed with a grunt and handed him a
> key. He pointed a gnarled finger out the window, down
> the row of identical maroon doors. "That way and to
> the right."
>
>
> Trent grasped the key in his hand like precious metal.
> "Thank you."
>
>
> He didn't tear out of the office, but he wasted no
> time getting back in the car and finding the correct
> room. He unlocked the door and allowed Amy to enter
> before him. The low-wattage bulb in the overhead
> fixture didn't emit much light, but it still allowed
> him to see that there was only a single, king-sized
> bed in the center of the room. Trent wondered what
> Amy would think of that. The last room they'd shared
> with only one bed.
>
>
> No. He'd better not think of that. Even if this room
> did remind him of the other. This was neither the
> time nor the place. Besides, he was beat, and Amy had
> to be tired too. The door closed with a soft click
> and he turned to make sure the locks were secure. Amy
> moved farther, warily, in to the room while he checked
> the curtain - he didn't want any prying eyes to be
> able to peek in. Satisfied, he set their duffel bags
> down on a dresser that had seen better days. Over
> all, it wasn't the Hilton, but at least it was clean.
>
>
> "You might as well lie down and try to get some rest,"
> Trent said. He watched her turn and look at him. Her
> eyes cut to the bed and back at him.
>
>
> "What about you?"
>
>
> "I'm going to sit up for awhile." He wanted to make
> sure that no one came after them again. And he needed
> to organize his thoughts. He was going to have to
> call Carlos, but that could wait. No sense waking him
> up this early.
>
>
> With a shrug and sigh, she kicked off her shoes.
> Trent breathed a sigh himself. He'd been ready for an
> argument from her, but hadn't gotten one. Truth be
> told, as she stretched out on the bed, she simply
> looked too damn tired to argue. It must be his lucky
> day.
>
>
> He dragged the only chair in the room to the corner of
> the window where he could just peer out into the
> parking lot and settled into the stiff, uncomfortable
> seat. All was quiet beyond their four walls. Unable
> to stop himself, he looked over at Amy. All was quiet
> within their four walls. She was already fast asleep.
>
>
> Good. He relaxed a little more. That was one less
> thing weighing on his mind. While Amy rested, he
> wanted to be able to sort some things out. Think of a
> plan of action, for starters. Maybe that's all he
> should worry about right now. All the rest was just
> way too complicated to work out in a few minutes, much
> less hours.
>
>
> Still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering in
> the direction he wanted to avoid. He glanced at her
> again. Damn. When she looked like that, so sweet and
> guileless, Trent had no doubt whatsoever about her
> identity. There was no way an imposter could pull off
> that act so superbly.
>
>
> Only, every now and then she said or did something
> that was so foreign to the woman he'd come to know
> that he wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure what he was
> going to do with her once he found out the truth
> either - one way or another. Until now, he hadn't had
> much chance to think about it. He'd been so busy
> digesting new information and then keeping them both
> safe. Now, in the quiet, questions filled his head.
>
>
> More than anything, he wanted to believe - no, he did
> believe that she really was Amy. But he reminded
> himself that she had told him that she didn't know who
> she was. What if she was a fake? A very good, well
> rehearsed fake, but a fake nonetheless.what would he
> do then?
>
>
> He tried to stop thinking about that. And couldn't.
> If he was right, and she was truly Amy, what did that
> mean in terms of their relationship? They couldn't
> just pick up where they'd left off. Not after
> everything that had transpired. She had planned to
> kill him after all, even if she'd been brainwashed
> into doing it. That kind of threw a crook in his
> plans. But he knew that there was no way he could let
> her go either.
>
>
> Of course, all that meant nothing until he found out
> how she felt now. Her memory was gone, and he didn't
> know if it would ever come back. Maybe she wouldn't
> want a relationship with him. Maybe she was already
> involved with someone else. His stomach churned. No,
> he didn't' think so. He didn't know why he doubted
> there was someone else, he just did. He suspected
> that she would have told him. Then again, maybe not.
>
>
> The separation, the distance between them, both
> physical and emotional, was killing him inside. Who
> was this woman? Did he dare trust her now? What if
> everything she'd told him was a lie? She'd tried to
> kill him once, would she do it again? She's also made
> love to him once.and not killed him after all.would
> she do that again? Could he take the chance?
>
>
> In frustration, Trent shot up out of the chair. The
> questions taxing his mind wouldn't leave him alone and
> he still didn't know the answers. All he knew right
> now was that they had to stay alive and find out who
> was trying to kill him. Once they discovered that,
> then he was sure, he would find answers to the rest.
>
>
> He had a good place to start, too. The name Amy had
> given him back at the safe house: Dr. Wyzcoff. As
> soon as it was a half-decent hour, he was going to
> call Carlos and Kim and have them start digging from
> their end. He took a deep breath and released it
> slowly, rolling his shoulders back at the same time.
> He felt better already. He just had to keep focused
> on the positive, what little of it there was. Turning
> his head, he looked over his shoulder. Anyway about
> it: the fact that Amy was still alive was a positive.
> Now he just had to keep her that way. He settled back
> into his post as lookout.
>
>
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