Follow The Evidence
Ok disclaimers first. This character belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and co. I would also like to say that this character would not have been in the fic had it not been for pestering from my sister who practically gave me his entire character history. :) Not that I hadn’t watched it myself, I just hadn’t considered him. Enjoy.
It had not been the most tactful thing to say to a room full of very competent women. The glare from the trio at the table was enough to tell Théoden that. Tay smiled briefly.
“This from the uncle of Eowyn,” she stated and Théoden had the grace to look slightly ashamed of himself. He bowed deeply.
“Forgive me,” he said, his eyes giving them all a second glance. The short red-head definitely had the presence of command but he doubted she could hold a weapon. The second woman with blonde hair did look as if she could fight, though not in the condition she was currently in. The third made him frown.
“Children have no place in war,” he rumbled, facing Tay.
“They are all needed. I do not choose when it is their time to die.”
“Could you stop talking about dying,” Yvonne said, giving them both an uncomfortable look. “I, for one, feel very much alive.”
“Are you hurt in any way?” Janet asked suddenly. She looked at the blood staining Théoden’s tunic. He followed her gaze and frowned.
“Nay Lady, though many of the rohirrim lost blood this day, Théoden King did not.”
Tara gave him a strange look but did not dare speak up.
Speedle grabbed his coat and left the busy Miami crime lab, hoping to get home before the rush hour. He stopped when he noticed the young girl in the corner of the room. The green spiked hair was enough to confirm his suspicion that she was not a co-worker.
“Would you like to tell me what you are doing here?” He asked offhand, trying to decide if he needed to call security.
“I’m here to talk to you,” Tay said, “if that is okay with you Tim?”
He paused at the use of his first name, most people called him by his surname, and he felt a little uneasy that she knew it.
“Talk, about what?”
“Choices, sacrifice, death,” She counted them off her fingers.
“Fact of life,” he muttered, edging to the door.
“I’d wait with calling security if I were you. I only want to talk. You have a choice to make.”
“If you knew you were going to die and someone offered a way for you to live on, would you take it?”
“What’s the catch?”
“Never seeing anyone you knew ever again. A bit like witness protection but further away.”
“Not like I have much going for me here. Though I love my job,” he said the last half-heartedly; he had been getting some flack recently. Tay’s eyes started to glow.
“We call the fallen to our aid.” Tay blinked, slightly confused at the few short words. Speedle put his coat on and ignoring her move to stop him, headed through the door. He took a quick step back when her face appeared in front of him. Tay stared up at him.
“You didn’t tell me.”
A little shaken, he tried to move past her.
“Give me an answer.”
Something in the words made him turn back.
“Yes,” he said. Tay moved towards him as he spoke, seeming to speed up, vanishing just as she reached him.
“Done,” her voice said.
With a start Speedle’s eyes flew open and he looked around, his heart beating fast in his chest. He had had the dream again. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to shake the sleep from him. Lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll on him. Looking around the lab, he realised that nobody had noticed his lapse. Taking out a sample from its evidence bag, he started to analyse it under the microscope.
“Hey, you okay there?”
Speedle looked up to see Calleigh Duquesne in the doorway. He gave her a sideways glance.
“Yeah, why shouldn’t I be?”
“I called your name three times.”
“Working on a sample.”
“Well Horatio needs you afterwards.”
He nodded that he understood and returned to his sample, his mind already returning to his dream.
Théoden had allowed himself to be convinced to sit and eat. He was now tucking into a hearty meal for he had not eaten since before the battle. Another silence fell over the table, all of them unsure what topics they could discuss. Tay was busy reading a small file at the pilot’s console.
“So who were you fighting?” Yvonne asked finally.
“The southron,” Théoden replied between bites. “An army the like of which Middle Earth had not seen. Outnumbered us twenty fold, but they were no match for a warrior of Rohan.”
Tara rose from her seat and moved to stand by Tay.
“I have a question,” she said quietly, trying not to draw the attention of the people at the table.
“Ask away,” Tay said, continuing her reading.
“Is that Théoden of Rohan, King of the rohirrim and character in Lord of the Rings by Tolkien?”
Tay looked at her suddenly. She seemed to consider her answer carefully.
“You know the dimension without prawns,” Tay smiled. “Well, his has orcs.”
“Makes sense I suppose,” Tara mused. “Anya was always using them to her advantage.”
A light started to flash red by Tay’s hand. Her eyes moved back to the screen. Tara watched as the colour seemed to drain from Tay’s face as she read the words. Without so much as a word, Tay left her chair and walked from the room. The words from the conversation at the table filtered through to Tara again.
“So you could say you were the cavalry to the rescue,” Yvonne said.
“We turned the tide of battle. Though Aragorn, King of Gondor also brought aid.”
Making a quick decision, Tara left them to their war story and followed Tay from the room. Walking past the cabins, she reached a door near the back of the ship by which she stopped briefly to listen. Hearing nothing, she opened the door slowly. Tay was seated at a table with various instruments and several pots of strange liquids. In front of Tay on the table was something that made Tara’s heart skip a beat, a gun. Tay was taking the thing apart piece by piece and applying several of the substances in front of her to the metal.
“Stupid, foolish, damned idiotic fool!” Tay swore, throwing the brush in her hand. The hair on the back of Tara’s neck stood on end from the negative energy Tay’s aura was displaying. Tay fisted her hand and hung her head a few moments before she started to piece the gun back together again. She cocked the gun, lifted it and pulled the trigger. Tara gasped at the sound it made and Tay turned, seeing her for the first time. Tay studied her a while then sighed.
“You cannot change what is,” Tay stated. Tara could tell that there were tears in her eyes. “I have to fetch another.” The gun in her hand vanished into a holster by the door. “You may stay if you wish.”
“I, I d, didn’t mean to intrude,” Tara apologised. Tay smiled at her gently before leaving the room.
“Wait,” Tara said. “May I watch?”
Tay hesitated, her hand on the door.
“Are you sure?”
Tara nodded and Tay motioned her from the small room and through the door opposite. There were no lights within the room and Tara could not see the walls. A glow appeared around Tay and Tara stepped back, knocking the wall by accident. The vague edges of a lobby appeared and Tara watched as two men entered. The scene progressed in silence and Tara watched as the shorter, slightly darker-skinned, man moved towards a room at the back, drawing a gun as he did so. Tay’s eyes were fixed on him and Tara knew he would die. She flinched as shots suddenly rang out, as surprised by the presence of sound as she was by what the sound actually was. Tay’s movements became a blur and the next thing she knew, the man was on the ground and Tay was standing above him. The scene around them faded and Tay looked at Tara.
“Help me get him to his feet,” Tay said, putting a hand under the man’s shoulder. With Tara’s aid they brought the man to his feet. He looked around him, bemused, still in shock. They led him from the room and down the corridor towards the table. The three looked up from their discussion with some surprise.
“So what’s this one called?” Yvonne asked, taking in his dishevelled look.
“Tim Speedle,” Tay said. As the words left her mouth, Speedle’s eyes focused on her, suddenly aware that he recognised her.
“You,” he said, pushing Tay and Tara away from him. “My gun malfunctioned!” His voice grew louder as he spoke and he flung a finger out at Tay. “I cleaned it and it still malfunctioned!”
Tara glanced at Tay, suddenly realising what she had been doing with the gun. Tay did not speak and the others looked at her confused.
“What is he talking about?” Yvonne asked carefully.
“How I bleeding died!” Speedle growled.
“The fog of old age does not yet cover my eyes. Life yet flows through your veins.” Théoden stood as he spoke.
“I was shot because my weapon failed. I tested it. It should have worked.”
“Do you have any wounds?” Janet asked calmly, wishing she had some of her tranquillisers to calm him down. Speedle ignored her.
“What did you do to my gun?”
Tay looked at him firmly.
“You cannot change what is.”
A deathly silence filled the room as they all turned to look at her.
“You tampered with my gun,” Speedle roared, stepping up to Tay, who did not move.
“You cannot change what is meant to come to pass,” she stated again.
“What did you do?” Yvonne asked shocked.
“She made sure his gun could not fire,” Tara said quietly, drawing in on herself as they turned to look at her.
“That is how it was supposed to happen.” Tay made no attempt to apologise. Théoden stepped round the table to stand before her.
“You knew the outcome of battle.” She nodded as he continued. “Yet you did not speak of it.”
“To do so would have changed your actions and I cannot change what is to come.”
“Did you speak to him?”
“I spoke to all of you. I gave you all the choice.”
Théoden turned to look at Speedle, a dark look in his eyes.
“If you had not spoken to him, would he still have died as he claims he did?”
“Yes.” Tay stated clearly. Théoden smiled grimly at Speedle.
“You would do well to accept your fate with honour. Do not disgrace…”
“She killed me!” Speedle moved forward angrily and, to everyone’s surprise, Théoden punched him, sending him flying backwards with a heavy thud. He moved to stand above the shaken man.
“Your death was fated. Harming her will not change that. Do not attempt it again.”
Anger still coursed through Speedle but as he looked at the determination in Théoden ‘s gaze he conceded. The terse nod was enough for Théoden to leave him be. Speedle got up slowly nursing his jaw. No one noticed as Tay slipped away.
“You can say a lot about Horatio,” Speedle muttered. “But at least he never hit me.”