Biggles and Son: Chapter 25.

by Sopwith

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the Biggles series characters used in this work. This fan fiction was written for entertainment purposes only and should not be considered part of the official storyline.

Warning: Non canon type fan fiction works may contain severe time mix-ups and character deviations.

It was cold when Biggles woke. An anxious face was leaning over his. It was blurry at first, but as Biggles’ vision cleared he saw that it was Bertie’s. “What happened?” he croaked, attempting to sit up.

Bertie put out a hand. “You’ve been shot, old boy,” he said, looking worried. “Best to give the insides a chance to rest, what?”

“Shot?” echoed Biggles, weakly. “Who shot me? I haven’t been shot.” The lie of his own words was soon brought home to him as a sharp pain stabbed at his chest. With a gasp, he fell back into his original position.

There was shouting somewhere above him, and the sound of running footsteps. “What’s happened?” he heard Bertie call out.

“They’ve gone!” That was Ginger’s voice, tinged with fury. “Of all the nerve! Can you believe it! They’ve just gone!”

“So what do we do now, old top?”

Ginger sighed. “I have no idea,” he declared. “We’ve got to get Biggles to a hospital for a start, but how we’re going to do that with the Piper—”

“What’s happened to Dad?” It was a new voice, shrill with shock. “He’s bleeding! Is he all right? Who did this?”

“He’s been shot,” replied Ginger grimly. “By your Uncle Algy.”

“What?” said Sebastian. “But that’s impossible! Why would Uncle Algy shoot my dad?”

“It gets better,” announced Ginger, with dark satisfaction. “Your Uncle Algy just ran off with your mum.”

“What?” said Sebastian. “But he said he didn’t like her! Why would he do something like that?”

And then everything went dark around Biggles once more and he heard nothing further.

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“Where are we going?” asked Algy, in a resigned voice, after they had been flying for a few minutes in silence. He had tucked the useless pink gun into the pocket of his coat, hoping to take some opportunity to use it when he found one. Unfortunately, as time passed, he felt less and less inclined to simply club Jane over the head with the weapon, as he would have if it had been anyone else in the pilot’s seat.

“You’ll see.”

There was another silence.

“Aren’t you going to go back for Brechovich?” asked Algy. “For all you know, someone might have shot him already.”

Jane laughed. “Don’t you worry. Stefan can take care of himself,” she declared, with a confidence that made Algy uneasy without knowing why. “No one’s going to shoot him.”

“And what makes you say that? He’s not invincible.”

“No,” acknowledged Jane. “But he’s very good at what he does, and that’s just as effective, wouldn’t you say? Now why don’t you just sit back and take that frown off your face and try to relax? I can feel your nerves from here. There’s nothing you can do about anything, you know, so you might as well accept it and enjoy the ride.”

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