When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Fourteen (B) Final Chapter

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I'm having to post in two parts due to length.

llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Fourteen (A): http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/257130.html

Part Fourteen (B) Below The Cut.

While Illya and Napoleon were away, Lizzie was Rebecca’s constant companion, helping with her daily exercise routine to improve her strength and level of fitness.

With Rebecca arriving at her first physiotherapy appointment, Lizzie assisted her out of the wheelchair and onto a set of mats spread out across the floor.

Bruce Pennington, the physio, put her to work with a set of leg and arm exercises, he was glad to see that the simple routines he had devised for her to do in bed had helped to strengthen her muscles. After some time, he felt she could move to an exercise ball and light dumbbells which she coped with very well.

"Right Miss Andrews, I think we have done enough here for today. I'll see you again tomorrow. Keep doing those exercises and I think we'll have you back on your feet quite quickly."

"Thanks Bruce." She spied the parallel bars on the far side of the room. "Do you think I can try on those tomorrow?"

"Ah, I'm not sure you're ready for them yet, I think you'll be pushing it to get on the bars tomorrow."

Rebecca grinned and promised herself that she would do whatever she could to get her way.

Lizzie guided her back to the wheelchair and returned her to her room.

"I know what you're thinking Becca, please don't over do it." She sighed in resignation, "though I know you're going to go right ahead and do what you plan anyway. So I'd better help you and make sure you don't do yourself an injury."

Rebecca smiled and had the decency to look slightly chastised. Lizzie continued.

"I'm off in ten minutes, just promise me you won't try anything until I come back after I clock off. Please?"

"I promise Lizzie, I'll wait right here for you to return."

"You'll get me shot if they find out about this, Becca," she grinned.

True to her word Rebecca waited for her friend to return and with the nurses help she worked the muscles in her legs and arms using a set of dumbbells she had managed to smuggle out.

"I think it is time to rest now, Becca, you have done more than enough for one day."

"Yes, I am feeling tired, will you stay for a while? I'd appreciate the company."

"Yes, of course, Napoleon's not going to be home, so I'd only be on my own anyway."

The two friends chatted away into the evening before Rebecca fell asleep exhausted. Lizzie tucked the blanket around her and dimmed the lights before leaving.

The next day, Rebecca was again brought to rehab. Pennington, assessed her condition as he watched her exercising on the mats and with the ball; he was pleased to see she'd made good progress.

"Bruce, can I try the bars?" The physio started to shake his head, "Please?" Becca persisted.

He sighed, "Well, you have regained strength in your arms and legs, more so than I'd expected, If I didn't know better...." He looked pointedly at her, she blushed and looked sheepish.

"Lizzie, can you help her over to them, please."

"Sure, Mr. Pennington."

He watched as Becca was helped back into the wheelchair, before wheeling herself across to the bars.

Taking a few deep breaths, Rebecca geared herself up to the task ahead. With Lizzies help she pulled herself up out of the chair and held on to the equipment.

After ten minutes she had reached the halfway point, slowly placing one foot in front the other while supporting herself on the rails, Bruce nearby, ready to catch her if she lost balance.

He could see that it had been hard work for her to get that far, but she kept going, determined to get to the end.

“Hey Bruce, how am I doing?” She grinned, pleased with her efforts.

“Remarkably well, Rebecca, take a rest when you get to the end, I’ll get the chair for you.”

“No, I want to make it back again before I sit down.”

“I don’t want you overdoing it,” Pennington warned.

“Listen to him Becca,” Lizzie added.

“I can do it, please let me?”

“All right, but it’s against my better judgement. I’ll make you sit if I think you really need to though,” Bruce replied.

“Fair enough, just help me turn around.”

Once facing the opposite direction, she slowly made her way back, stopping a couple of times to catch her breath, before gratefully collapsing in the wheelchair.

“Excellent. Keep it up like that and you will be yourself in no time. But I warn you, don’t overdo it, what you have just done is more than enough, no more today.”

He gave her a stern look and she nodded meekly.

“Fine then, I’ll take your advice, no more on the bars today.”

“Good, and make sure you keep up with the exercises I gave you.”

Lizzie jumped into the conversation. “I’ll keep an eye on her; I know what she’s like.” She announced it was time for the patient to return to her room.

“I want to be able to walk unaided before Illya and Napoleon get back Lizzie,”she whispered as she was wheeled out into the hall.

“They’re only going to be gone for three days. I think you’ll be pushing it.”

“I can do it, Lizzie, I know I can,” she insisted.

“I’ll never understand you agents, you always push yourselves to the limit, and beyond,” Lizzie sighed.

After two more days of exercising her leg muscles, walking around her room, when Lizzie wasn’t looking, and intense work on the parallel bars in rehab, Rebecca could walk quite well with the help of a pair of canes.

Becca insisted on trying without them the following afternoon. By the end of the day, she could manage short distances between pieces of furniture. It looked as though she would be able to achieve her goal after all.

Napoleon and Illya’s three day mission turned into a week due to their charge being wanted by THRUSH, but he was eventually brought to New York HQ only a little worse for wear; unlike the two agents, who had more than the usual contusions and bruises. Napoleon suffered a mild concussion and a broken arm, while Illya had a dislocated shoulder.

Upon their return they were ordered to report directly to Medical, to be checked over, before going anywhere else. The Russian complaining and grumbling through it all as usual, as he was impatient to get away from the doctors and see his Becca.

When eventually they arrived at her room they found it empty, with the beds neatly made.

Napoleon could see the worry showing instantly in his partner’s eyes.

”Where is she?” He asked as fear colored his voice. Had something happened to her, was she dead and no one told him?

They stood aghast in silence, both fearing the worst had happened, when they each felt a hand on their shoulders. It was Lizzie.

“Where is she?” Illya demanded.

“Just come with me please.”

Leading them to the day room, she told them to sit down and wait before leaving them. As they looked at each other, each fought back the worry that was both filling them.

A figure slowly walked into the room and they stared in disbelief at what they saw.

Rebecca was walking towards them, unaided. Her face was positively glowing as she proudly smiled at them, her eyes sparkling at her Russian.

Illya returned her gaze with his happiness twinkling in his eyes. He rose from his seat, wrapping his good arm around her waist.

“Becca, vozlyublennyy, I can not believe my eyes. When I saw your empty room, I thought something terrible had happened, but never expected this.” He gave her such a kiss that even the normally unflappable Napoleon blushed.

“Hey, tovarisch, put her down, and get a room.”

“I am unable to pick her up with only one good arm, but I do have a room not far away.” The Russian looked to Solo with a wicked grin.

Napoleon rolled his eyes as he walked past the embracing couple to greet his own Lizzie who had walked in behind Becca, ready to catch her if she fell. He wrapped his good arm around her waist as well, pulling him to her and giving her a lingering kiss.

“Medical has cleared me for light duty as of next week, at which time I’ll be allowed to go home as long as I’m not on my own. They think I'll be ready for fieldwork re-assessment in another six weeks, but I’m aiming for half that.” Rebecca told Illya as she put her arm around his good one. “Any ideas what we can do until then?”

Illya pulled Becca close to him as a sly smile crept across his face, accompanied by a mischievous look.

“I can think of quite a few things we can do; but first I would like to go out for a nice dinner, as I am starving.”

They all laughed as they heard Illya’s stomach give a loud growl and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

“Then that sounds like a plan, let’s go and feed our hungry Russian,” Rebecca announced.

“After you ladies,” Napoleon gestured gallantly at the door, winking at his partner, knowing they were both very lucky men.

The End

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Rebecca is one determined, tough cookie and a perfect match for one stubborn Russian. This was a very good story indeed. Keep up the good work! Brava!

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I really enjoyed writing this. Glad you liked it and thanks for commenting.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Excellent story and great characters. Couldn't post review on FF as I did already, but know that I can't wait for next story including the group.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading, next story is already in the pipeline. :)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

What an excruciating journey for Rebecca, and what a victorious ending to it. This certainly looked like a labor of love on your part, so well done.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading and commenting. I enjoyed writing it. I also owe a lot to my Beta for helping me improve the story no end. :D