Deja Vu
Part Two
By Aeris Jade Orion
aerisjade@worldnet.att.net

Rating: R. For Bond violence, and language.
Pairings: Bond/Weaver
Fandom: ER/Bond crossover
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles

Disclaimer: Bond belongs to Ian Fleming, and ER belongs to Warner Bros. I'm only borrowing them for entertainment purposes such as it is.



Kerry scanned the ER through bloodshot eyes for any sign of Romano. She was running almost thirty minutes late; of course the fact that she also had a pounding hangover didn't help any.

"Kerry, so kind of you to show up this morning!"

Kerry moaned at the booming voice that cut through her haze-filled head. "Not so loud..." she rasped, ignoring the satisfied look on Romano's face.

"And hung over too? Do you really think that this is the kind of example you should setting for the others?" Romano stared daggers at her as he took note of how she was dressed. Faded khaki safari pants, worn hunting boats, and an old blue sweater. "Take those sunglasses off when I'm talking to you..."

Kerry painfully took off her sunglasses, wincing as the light hit her unfiltered eyes. "Robert..." She stopped talking, her voice raw and hoarse barely above a whisper, clearing her throat forcefully. "...I was up all night trying to get the ER more funding."

"And did you?" Romano raised his voice deliberately, causing Kerry to lean against the front desk in pain.

She pushed her sunglasses back on, her mask falling into place. "I don't remember. I passed out somewhere between the bottle of whiskey and scotch." It wasn't exactly a lie. She had mentioned the hospitals funding, and she had zoned out briefly, but not just from the alcohol.

Romano clenched his jaw. "I'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again." He started to walk away, pausing as he said, "You did remember the staff meeting we're having today, didn't you?"

Kerry tried to nod, but discovered that it was a bad idea.

Acting like she didn't see the glints of gossip in the others eyes, she made her way into the lounge. Carol's presence dimly registered in her mind, "So what happened with you and Dr. Lawson?" the nurse inquired.

"Enough," Kerry replied shortly. She didn't want to talk about last night. Which included Matthew and James. Her feelings were out of control and she wasn't sure what to do about James right now. They loved each other, but she was a prominent doctor now, and he was military intelligence. Then there was the thing with Matthew. He was being arrested at that very moment, and then everyone would be suspicious about the timing.

"Was he any good?" Carol asked in a coy tone.

Kerry slammed the locker in frustration, regretting it immediately. Leaning into the cool steel she wondered how she would make through the rest of the day.



Bond kicked the study door one last time. The wood panels splintered and swung inward as James entered the sparsely decorated room in front of the two younger agents. He swept the silenced pistol left to right, its field of fire covering the room.

The large heavy antique desk held his grim attention.

Beth pressed to fingers against Lawson's neck. "He's dead."

"Why would he kill himself?" James stared at the body, trying to find it's darkest secrets. The man was one of the world's leading minds, rich, and could have any woman he wanted. As far as they could tell Dr. Lawson hadn't discovered the virus or the blueprints missing yet.

His eyes paused on the small scrap of paper peaking out from under the desk. James picked it up, recognizing the partial symbol on it with growing dread.

The flood of memories and locked away emotions took control with a feeling of deja vu, driving him to race out of the house screaming out instructions at the agents.

He should've seen it from the beginning, instead he'd played right into the bastards' hands.



Kerry was grateful that she'd been able to sit in the back of the lecture room, away from Romano's thundering voice. She had taken four aspirin earlier and it didn't even touch her headache.

"Still in pain?"

Kerry glared over at John. He'd been enjoying her predicament all day. When they had been living together, they had stayed up at night drinking on occasion, and every time John would end up looking like a corpse, while Kerry would be as chipper as ever.

"It isn't funny."

Kerry's raw voice made John chuckle under his breath. "I think it is..." John trailed off as Romano stood up. His arrogant expression seemed to be glowing with energy. John leaned closer to Kerry whispering softly, "If he gets anymore arrogant he'll explode."

Kerry's mouth twitched, fighting the smile back. As chief of emergency services she couldn't condone that kind of behavior from the others, but she also couldn't tell him stop, since she was tempted to do the same thing most of the time.

"If everyone will kindly shut up than we'll get started..."

Romano went into one of his long, typically pompous speeches, which did more to glorify himself and denigrate the department heads under him than actually accomplish any real business. Kerry drowned out his talking, knowing she'd get the real working details in writing later. The throbbing in her skull didn't help, either. And she thought she heard a soft beeping sound...

She checked her pager. No, it wasn't that. Beside her, she noticed John doing the same thing. Not his either.

"...the new equipment for Radiology has finally arrived," Romano was saying, "so I trust that will satisfy that department's needs for the rest of the year? Remember, we're a hospital, not NASA mission control. Moving on to toxicology..."

Other doctors, noticing the sound, were also checking their pagers, but no one seemed to find that it was theirs.

Kerry looked around, a faint concern rising. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck bristling. That always meant something was wrong...

"Dr. Weaver, am I boring you?" Romano, annoyed at the lack of attention he was receiving, focused on the easiest target.

Wait, that wasn't the sound of a pager, Kerry realized. She'd heard that sound before, but not since Nicaragua...

Oh, Good Lord, no...

Praying she was mistaken, Kerry quickly bent over and peered under the table.

"Are you still drunk?" Romano demanded.

Kerry glared up at Romano, leaving no room for arguments. "Robert, don't argue, just evacuate the hospital and call the bomb squad!" Kerry sat her crutch on the table. "Carol, get me a flathead screwdriver and a set of surgical tools. NOW!!"

Carol, recognizing the urgency in her voice, rushed to obey. Romano started to protest as Peter pushed him out of the room with the others.

Kerry crawled under the table and laid under the Russian XD-78. She recognized it as one of the experimental models developed by the KGB during the cold war. If it went off inside the hospital, the death toll could be enormous. Who could have planted it, and why...?

"Do you know how to diffuse it?" John set the surgical tray beside her.

"Maybe," she grunted. Kerry took the screwdriver and began removing the casing. "John, get out of here."

"I'm not going to leave you here." John believed in Kerry, and her abilities. He knew, from their talks when he lived with her, that she'd traveled the world extensively and had many unusual experiences. She'd never mentioned any ordinance disposal in her past, but...if she said she could defuse this thing, then he had no doubt that she would.

"Fine..." Kerry didn't have the energy or the time to argue with him. She dropped the screwdriver and slowly lowered the long, thick casing, making sure that there were no triggers around it. "All right, I need you to hold this up and don't drop it."

John scooted closer, taking the casing nervously. He could see the wires attached to the plastic, and became afraid of what might happen if he let it go.

Kerry felt the sweat trickle down her back, acutely aware of how long it had been since she did anything like this. The tricky part was to disconnect the detonator without tripping the...

Wait a minute. What was wrong with this picture?

A closer look at the timer mechanism, and what it was connected to, answered that. She reached down and grabbed a scalpel, gently stripping the large black wire. "Damn..."

"What?" John asked with a sinking feeling.

"I can't remember if the trigger wire is red or green." Kerry ignored the panicked look on John's face and used the scalpel to cut the yellow wire.

"NO...!!!" John closed his eyes and dropped the casing, waiting for the explosion. The soft, hoarse chuckling caused him to open his eyes.

"Just kidding." Kerry crawled out from under the table, not too worried about the pale resident. He was strong enough to survive a few jabs.

"That wasn't funny," John scowled at her as he stood up. Following her out of the staff room, he finally asked, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

Kerry ignored him, scanning the now empty hallway with concern. That bomb had been intelligence-made, recently. Unfortunately it was also a dud, which meant trouble. Whoever was behind this was wanting the hospital empty, the only question was why. "John, go join the others outside."

"Why? What's going on?" John fell into step beside her as she started to walk from room to room, examining each one before moving on to the next. Neither her limp nor her hangover seemed to impede her progress much. He had a feeling that there was more going on here than she was letting on, and he wasn't about to abandon her.

"John, if you don't leave I'll put you on bedpan duty with Malucci!" Kerry glanced into exam three, knowing that would do the trick.

John shifted indecisively, then started to walk away.

Kerry began to walk briskly towards the now open elevator. She knew who was behind all of this, and wasn't going to let him drag her friends into this. Dammit, covert operations and terrorist campaigns across the globe were one thing. But now that son of a bitch had threatened the patients and staff of Cook County General Hospital. HER hospital!

That made it personal...



John stared at the numbers of the elevator until they came to a stop. Getting into the second elevator, he pressed the top floor. He had no idea what was going on but he had a feeling that something was off.

Last night, he'd seen that Bond character come out of the Triaxe restricted area. There had been Kerry's abnormal behavior with Dr. Lawson, and today there'd been a rumor going around that he'd killed himself. Then the bomb, how had Kerry known how to disarm it, and why was she searching the hospital?

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slide open. John stepped out into the hall in time to see Kerry walk inside the stairwell to the roof. As much as he respected her judgment and her abilities, he was determined that she shouldn't have to face the threat, whatever it was, alone.

He had started after her when he heard the first gunshot.



The slick black convertible sped into the ambulance bay, horn blasting. James skid to a stop, freezing as the first gunshot rang out, silencing the crowd. The effort to get out of the car and run for the bay doors was almost too much for him with his mind racing to all the possibilities.

"Hey you can't go in there." The bulky hand grabbed at his arm even while James turned, punching the large chunky security guard in the stomach. The guard, more accustomed to angry drunks than trained killers on Her Majesty's Secret Service, doubled over and lay gasping on the pavement. He'd be fine, though in no condition to stop James from proceeding.

James straightened his tie calmly, then entered the ER with characteristic grace. He wasn't going to have a repeat of Russia, not know when he'd gotten her back.

James glanced at the elevator, then disregarded it. Too slow, possibly prone to mechanical failure, and could have been locked down during the evacuation. He dashed instead for the stairs. After long years of intensive physical training, mountain climbing, deep-sea diving, HALO jumping, and other commando maneuvers, a handful of flights of stairs presented little difficulty.



Kerry lowered her crutch back down, keeping her eye on the stout man cradling his now-broken arm. His gun clattered to a stop on the edge of the roof, dangling awkwardly before tipping over and falling off the building.

"What's the matter," she taunted with a grim smile. "Can't handle a crippled woman?"

The man started to charge her with a fierce growl, unable to dodge the metal pole that swung up, cracking his nose. Kerry stepped back, avoiding the falling man.

Not for the last time, she was grateful for the model of crutch she'd chosen. She recalled consulting with the hand-to-hand trainers at MI6 for a model which could be used as a practical weapon in addition to its proper function. Then the months of intensive retraining with Kendo Masters and other martial arts experts, refining a fighting style that compensated for her disability until she was deadly proficient with it. And when, upon her retirement, Major Geoffrey Boothroyd, the gruff, irascible head of "Q" Branch, presented her with a specially reinforced version of the same crutch...

She paused as the soft click of a Walther PPK came from beside her right ear. Damn, he'd lost none of his stealthiness. "Three people I know of still use that particular pistol," she stated, calmly. "One is a friend, and I heard Valentin Zukovsky had killed the other two."

"Apparently, he missed one," Jared Feral growled. "I allowed him to think he'd killed me...much as we allowed you to think you'd destroyed both missiles in that truck."

Kerry remembered the blast that had crippled her. It was purest luck that she survived at all; if both missiles had gone up, she would surely be dead by now. Thankfully, she'd been suspicious of Greg to begin with. "And much as I allowed you," she countered, "to think Greg's double-cross had fooled me. I bet that mine I planted on the second missile came as a nasty surprise, didn't it?" Kerry turned to face her captor with a mask of serenity. She may die, but she would be damned if she'd give him the satisfaction of seeing her show weakness.

Jared's glower deepened. No doubt it had come as a shock to him when Greg's plane exploded in midair, killing him and destroying the second missile. Perhaps the only consolation to her being crippled was that Kerry had succeeded in her final mission.

"Only you would resort to threatening helpless people," Kerry hissed. "Or was that fake bomb downstairs planted just to get my attention?"

He merely smiled that dark amused snarl that was his trademark. "Oh, it's no threat, or didn't you find the flash missile yet? Now move." He waved the gun over at the helicopter.

Kerry laid eyes on the slick black helicopter with growing agitation. It resembled the Alpha Wolf that the US Air Force designed a few years back, but its build was leaner. The blades faster, and silent except for the soft whoosh of air being cut. The windows were tinted smoky grey. The underside had trap doors for something, and from the shape and size of the doors she'd guess they were weapons. Déjà vu, she thought.

"What do you want?" Kerry asked.

"My son back." Jared glowered at her, letting his anger take over as he raised his gun more than prepared to end it now.

The blur of brown hit Jared, tackling him to the roof, the gun going off. John's hands grabbed Jared's right arm, slamming it over and over onto the concrete.

"John, NO...!!" Kerry yelled, even as the sharp tug of the bullet grazing her shoulder knocked her backwards. She loved John like a kid brother, but he was no match for a professional terrorist. Hell, he couldn't even track down a negligent father without getting clobbered, dislocating his shoulder, and having his Jeep burned up!

The larger man snarled at John, using his legs to throw the young resident over his head. Jared leapt to his feet, kicking John viciously in the stomach. "Let me guess," the larger man sneered contemptuously. "College wrestling?" He yanked his black leather jacket back into place and started to turn to Kerry. " Oh it seems you've been hurt," he oozed with fake sympathy.

Kerry glanced down at her left shoulder where the red was spreading rapidly on her lab coat. It looked worse than it was; she'd taken far worse on several occasions. But she was much younger then...

"Oh god, Kerry...."

She glowered over at John as he stood up unsteadily. He was going to get them both killed at this rate. She had to keep Jared's attention on her, not John. "What are you going to do? Kill me?" Kerry asked quietly.

"No. That would let you off too easy. I have something painful planned for you." He gripped her arm tightly and started to drag her towards the helicopter.

John ignored the ache in his ribs and scrambled to his feet, determined to help his friend or die trying.

Before he could take a step in Jared and Kerry's direction, iron fingers seized him, pulling him behind the roof stairwell door, and a hand clamped over his mouth. He caught a whiff of expensive cologne -- something English, he thought.

"No heroics, please, Dr. Carter," whispered a familiar voice, like velvet over steel. "Leave this to the experts..."

Kerry limped over to the helicopter without even a glance in John's direction. If he stayed here he'd have a better chance of survival. She grabbed the handle on the side of the Helicopter and climbed in with effort. Please, whatever happens to me, she prayed, let John and all the others be unharmed.

Jared left the side door open with a sadistic grin that let Kerry know just how bad off she really was. His large, dark form kneeled down behind the pilot's seat while the light helicopter started to rise.

The helicopter dipped to the side as a new figure leaped onto the runner and pulled himself up alongside the door.

Kerry and Jared saw him and recognized him in the same instant. "JAMES...!"

Jared snarled, aiming the gun at James and forgetting about Kerry.

Her already simmering anger flared into life, using her crutch to crack his right arm. Jared yelped loudly as James climbed into the helicopter, punching him across the jaw. His skull cracked against the fuselage, and he slumped, unconscious.

James leveled his own gun and held it to the pilot with a smug grin. "Set it down."

The pilot glanced out the window subtly at the hospital far below them. Even through the hangover she could feel that the pilot was up to something. " James..."

The helicopter tilted sharply to the left, sending Kerry out the open door. James lunged to grab her but missed, losing his gun in the process.

Her hand let go of her crutch, snatching at air for something to hold onto. The sudden jar to her shoulder as she clutched the runner for dear life nearly caused her to just let go. Pain hit her body wave after wave, her left arm unable to hold her for long. She fought against the harsh wind current caused by the blades until her right arm was wrapped around the runner.

She could feel conscientious slipping away, her strength not far behind.



James found himself hand to hand with the heavy pilot. He couldn't help letting out a soft groan as the pilot clamped onto his windpipe and slammed him with one meaty fist into the front window. He grabbed the thick arm, trying to pry it from his throat before he strangled. His leg kicked out, making contact with the pilot's nose.

The pilot growled, letting go of the steering grips and shoved his door open. Bond slammed a fist into the pilot's already bloody nose, making the man loosen his hold. Grabbing the handles attached to roof of the vehicle, he swung forward, kicking the meaty man out of the helicopter. There was a rapidly fading scream, punctuated by a faint, wet 'thump'.

James settled into the pilot's seat and leveled the helicopter. "Have a nice flight," he muttered wryly. Craning his head about, he tried to spot Kerry on the runner...

A strong arm wrapped around his throat, pinning him to the seat. "I intend to," Jared growled, and yanked his arm hard against James throat. James struggled desperately, but from this position, couldn't break the chokehold. His vision began to turn grey...

A soft click echoed through the helicopter with deafening effect. "Let him go." Kerry's voice was hoarse and tired. Her body shaking slightly with effort to stand there. But her eyes were as hard an narrow as the barrel of Jared's gun held firmly in her hands.

Jared grinned darkly and flexed his left arm. A sharp knife slid into his hand...

....and fell to the floor against the two muted whizzes. Kerry noted idly to herself that her shot placement was still exceptionally tight. A perfect double-tap kill, even after all these years, she thought with satisfaction.

James shrugged the body off and started to circle around the hospital for another pass. He needed to get Kerry some help.

Kerry leaned against James seat. "Jared's planted a flash missile somewhere inside the hospital," she said urgently.

James sighed, it looked like getting Kerry medical care would have to wait. She was the only agent close by with knowledge of the flash.



Kerry stood next to James wearily. She would trust the guy with her life, and she had on many occasions, but right now she'd feel a lot better if she was doing this herself.

Thank God her first guess about the missile's location had been correct. The Radiology department's walls would have shielded the missile from thermal or radar scans. Even so, if Romano hadn't made a big deal about the new equipment, she might not have guessed...

James laid the curved panel on the floor with a grin. " Now what?"

Kerry ignored him and reached into the gap. Tugging one end of the red wire free, and replacing the end into the data card. The card let out a high pitched siren before starting to beep. Kerry took hold of the orange wire next and slide the end into the other side of the data card. This time the card let out two long beeps then went dead.

"All right, it should be safe to remove the virus," Kerry said nervously. She'd never worked with the American version before and even though the mechanics were close to the Soviet and English versions, there were still a lot of differences.

She glanced over at the blueprints she'd stolen with disgust. They did her no good without the decoder.

James began to unscrew the cap at the head of the missile, letting it fall to the ground, while he slowly pulled the small glass vial out.

Sgt. Russell took the vile with excruciating care, and placed it inside the cold metal storage box.

James meet her eyes. "How long before it goes off?"

"Fifteen minutes." Kerry stood up with his help. "I can't stop it, he's removed the abort option."

James studied her. "But you have an idea."

Kerry nodded reluctantly. She had an idea. One that might get them both killed in the process, but it was still an idea.



Kerry was thankful to John for giving her that morphine as the helicopter cut through the brewing storm. The now dark gray clouds standing out against the crackling sky. The atmosphere was thick with unfallen rain and building rumbles.

She carefully reached into the gap, taking out the two screws holding the silver canister in place. Her hand held it tightly, and removed the two screws. She was sure there were triggers around it, that was one of the standard features. Her shoulder still ached sharply, and she wished she'd had time for more John to suture it properly, rather than settling for a pressure bandage. But too many lives were at stake for her to play it safe.

She began to slowly lift the canister up, pausing after a few inches. "James, do you have any gum?"

"No. Why?" James asked as Kerry lowered the canister back down.

"Damn." Kerry started to rack her brain for another idea. If she lifted that canister out it would set off the secondary explosives.

A hand thrust out in front of her face.

Kerry grinned and took the foil wrapped gum. "Thanks, Sergeant."

"Kerry, I don't mean to seem down in the mouth, but shouldn't you be worrying about the bomb." James watched Kerry pop the stick of gum in her mouth and lift the canister back up.

She slid the foil down in between the walls of the canister, then reached over and placed the Sergeant's hand on the canister. Taking the now-chewed gum from her mouth, she split it into two pieces, and pressed one piece into the top of the foil holding it in place. "Pull it out...slowly."

The tight-lipped Sergeant hoisted the canister out, inch by inch until it was free of the hole.

Kerry used the second piece to hold the bottom of the foil in place.

"We're approaching the lake."

"It's ready, but the initial explosion will effect a radius of a quarter of a mile." Kerry placed the canister in the foam stuffed case and locked it.

"How much longer do we have?" James asked.

"A little under three minutes." Kerry collapsed onto the right-hand seat, unable to force herself to do anymore.

James slide the left-hand door open, the helicopter coming to a hover over the lake. Stepping out onto the runners, he and the Sergeant pulled the missile to the edge of the door and off into the water below.

"Fire in the hole!" James screamed out. "GET US OUT OF HERE!!"

The water under them started to race by as the first buildup of the missile started to hum around them. He sat back in the seat next to Kerry's and gripped the seat. The shock waves coursing through the air under the intense explosion that sounded behind them.

The pilot made a noise of frustration as the steering wheel began to shake violently, the helicopter tilting and spinning from side to side. The singed flames engulfed them...



Kerry eyed Romano as he walked into the room with barely contained rage. He'd spent the last four hours dealing with every known branch of law enforcement and government offices there was. FBI, CIA, MI6, Interpol, probably even the IRS for all she knew. "You mind telling me just what the hell you dragged MY hospital into?" he demanded, leaning over her hospital bed.

"I didn't drag it into anything." Kerry narrowed her eyes darkly. She had been shot, thrown out of a helicopter, still hung over, and been threatened with a bomb. She was in no mood to deal with an arrogant little prick who thought the universe existed for him, and him alone.

Romano tinted red as he prepared to cut into her.

"That reminds me..." M interrupted firmly, "...I have a check here covering the, ah,...damage done to the hospital." She handed him the check, enjoying his shocked expression. "That does cover everything, doesn't it?"

Romano forced a smile with understanding, "Yes it does." He slipped the check into his pocket, adding, "If you ever need to borrow Kerry again, please feel free. County would be happy to help you out in anyway it can."

They stared at each other with cold cheerfulness, both knowing the other one to the core. Romano walked out without another word, unwilling to acknowledge her.

"Can I talk to Kerry alone?" James asked, stepping forward.

M glanced over at James, softening a little. She knew how much they had cared about each other. "Of course."

James waited until M had left to heave himself up on the table next to Kerry. "I've talked to M and she's giving me a week off. I thought we could go to..."

"James..."

He looked over at Kerry with dread. The only other time he'd heard that tone was the day she'd called off their engagement. "I won't let you push me away again." He clenched his hand, trying to stay in control.

"It would never work. Your life's in England."

"So's yours." He wasn't going to lose her again.

She shook her head gently. "Not anymore. My life's here now." Kerry turned pleading eyes on him, asking him to just leave it alone, and walk away.

"You can come back to MI6," he insisted. "Perhaps not in field work, but your talents are needed."

"You're right," she said quietly, listening to the far-off disturbance of Dave Malucchi arguing diagnoses with Cleo Finch. They sounded more like squabbling children than medical professionals. "They're needed here."

"Kerry..."

"James," she interrupted, laying a hand on his cheek. "This isn't about the Service, it's about us. I do love you, but I'm not the same woman you once knew. The world has changed, and so have I."

Kerry got off the table, careful not to jar her arm anymore than she had to, and faced him. "I know you're accustomed to ending your adventures with the girl of your dreams in your arms...but not this time. I've got too much work to do, keeping this place from falling apart."

James gazed sadly into her eyes, realizing she was serious, then acknowledged her sad smile with one of his own. "A gentleman always bows to a lady's wishes," he admitted with good grace.

"Goodbye James," she said, and walked out of his life once again.

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