Continuing to sit on the edge of her seat Bree held her breath without even realizing it. Looking between the judge, Gunner, Angelica and David Bree's heart just raced as her hands became clammy gripping onto the back to of the bench in front of her.
Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
Hearing the judges ruling Bree is instantly on her feet. Gunner was free, he could go home, she could hold him touch him, kiss him...he was really free again. Looking to her Uncle quick Bree's face breaks out in the biggest smile for the first time in a long time.
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
Taking a few stops around her Uncle and out to the isle for a moment Bree loses Gunner in the mess of people. Some happy, some angry, some thinking justice had not be served but to Bree this had been her prayer answered and no one was going to keep her from Gunner longer than she already had been.
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light
Moving back into where she had been sitting Bree slips her shoes off and climbs up onto the bench. Looking up over the mass group of people the smile was still formed on her face. Holding onto the bench in front of her Bree hopes over it, and than the next, and than the next making her way to the front till finally she was on the other side of the divider and the space between her and Gunner was empty.
I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again
Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
The risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out
For a moment just standing there Bree catchs her breath as all the other sound around her just seems to fade. The other people in the room just seemed to vanish, light surrounding the one person that she had longed to feel again. Giving a small bounce Bree breaks out in a run for Gunner not wanting to be away from him any longer. Getting closer she gives a jump knowing he could catch her, and feeling his arms go around her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his wast.
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
Not even giving him a chance to talk Bree bings her lips to his just letting her passion, and all her emotions overflow into her kiss from the last weeks that had passed. Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she didn't care who was in the room, everyone else didn't matter, it was only her and Gunner.
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
You're my saving grace....
Pulling away for just a moment Bree's hand moves to the back of Gunner's hair her other arm still around him. Turning her head the other way Bree comes back in to continue the kiss with as much passion as the first time. Gunner's skin so soft, feeling him close to her again felt so good , his sent filling her nose and just making her kiss deepen even more as her fingers ran through Gunner's hair.
Taking David's hand in her own for a moment Angelica couldn't help the disappointment she felt that there tradition was being broken but she understood why. Though her heart hurt a little losing such a great partner and friend Angelica puts on a smile.
"I couldn't have done it without you David. Thank you."
Letting go of David's hand Angelica couldn't help the small feeling of gloom as she watched him pack his stuff up. This really was good bye? Maybe there paths would cross again, maybe this really was it.
"Enjoy your flight and if you ever need anything just...let me know. Good Bye David."
Angelica's good bye sounded so final but maybe this was the end and goodbye was the way to close it. Angelica didn't know, she was always bad with goodbyes.
Trying not to let the horrible feeling linger to long Angelica gathers her own items up in her brief case before moving away from the table. Wanting to congratulate Gunner Angelica stops seeing him and Bree in a romantic embrace. She's leave them for now and talk to them in a little bit before heading back to TJY for the small part everyone was invited to.
Moving through the crowd Angelica finds Reese, a smile spreading across her own face. Reaching up to push a strand of her own hair behind her ear Angelica's cheeks turn a slight shade of read.
"I herd there was a small victory part some where for Gunner, care to be my date?"
Giving a little sigh Dalton's heart breaks a little more. He couldn't help but pray a little more that God would help Scott a little more recovering so he could get out of this place. He hated seeing his friend like this more than anyone new and if he could He'd break him out himself but somewhere he did know this would help Scott, some how.
Standing Dalton goes over to Scott at the window and lays a gentile hand on his shoulder. Dalton was never good with comfort but he tried his best anyways.
"I don't know if they will listen to me, but I will tell them you said that. I miss you buddy, and thats something I wont get use to."
Letting out a sigh Dalton turns form Scott to throw the can into the garbage before making his way to the door. He's be one of those people who wouldn't stay away. Maybe he would write for a little bit, let things lay low for a little bit but he'd be back to see his friend.
"I'll see you soon. Keep you chin up Scott, I know its hard but...remember there is always tomorrow and many people who care."
Walking with Mick and stopping Dan's eyes follow Mick down the driveway. Squinting just a little bit he could make out Dylan's form. Looking back to Mick and studding his eyes he could see the look they layed behind them, it was the same look his dad had giving him so long ago. The conflicting of letting someone go, but wanting to still protect them.
Before Mick even said anything Dan had already made up his mind that he would be going into town for lunch and seeing if Dylan needed a ride. Hearing Mick's question to him was just a confirmation. Giving a nod Dan gives a smile to Mick as he takes his keys from his pocket.
"I was going to go into to town for lunch anyways, I'll see if he would like a ride!"
..After a few moments Dan was heading down the driveway taking it slow. Getting to where Dylan was sitting Dan stops. Reaching over and opening the door Dan gives a small grin to Dylan before yelling out to him.
"Hey, I'm heading into town for some lunch, want a ride and one last mean before you head out?"
3/28/10
Torn
The judge purses his lips and studies Gunner for several long minutes as people in the courtroom hold their breath. Gunner bravely looks back at him without blinking, passion for his cause showing in his gaze. The clock in the back of the room ticks as the judge weights his options. he could lose his job for siding with the defendant. But Gunner had struck a chord and looking into his eyes produced the most conviction Bartowski had ever felt in this court. His next move shocks the entire room.
Without any further conversation or debate, he addresses the crowd. "This case is dismissed. Mr. Franklin, you're free to go."
The prosecution erupts with complaints - witnesses from Northside yell their displeasure. On the other side, shocked shouts of relief ring out. David's eyes go wide and he looks at Angelica with total shock, unable to believe the sudden ruling.
For a moment, Gunner can't move. His feet felt glued to the floor as such relief swept over him. Thank you, God... Thank you. Turning around, he first looks to David and Angelica, his eyes thanking them more than words ever could. As the noise persists, and friends and coworkers try to come to him for congratulations and greetings, Gunner's eyes only look for one person.
The guards try to keep order and push people back, both those who were angry, and those who were on Gunner's side. It was a noisy chaos for several minutes as emotions ran high.
Gunner sweeps the room with his gaze, almost frantically searching. And finally his sight reaches the one he really wanted. Locking eyes with Bree, nothing else in the room mattered anymore. She was the whole reason for this thing and the only reason worth this victory.
David lets out a long sigh and holds out his hand to shake Angelica's. "Well, partner, congratulations." Smiling, he stands and begins to gather his papers, putting them back in his briefcase. "Sorry to win and run," he jokes, "but my plane leaves in an hour and I still need to pick up my bags from the hotel."
He hadn't told her that he would be sacrificing a victory dinner that was their tradition. Snapping his case shut, he looks down at Angelica warmly. "Eat a slice of celebration for me." His eyes roam to Reese, who was near the back of the room, then he looks back at Angelica. "I think your victory party awaits." Smiling again, he winks. "See you around, Angelica."
Scott nods a little as Dalton talks, not arguing with him about Hope and just listening to what was going on back at TJY. "Yeah... I hope Gunner gets off alright. If he doesn't, you and I and JT belong behind bars just as much as he does."
He fiddles with his pop can again, his eyes roaming everywhere but Dalton's gaze. "I'm sure the office will get used to me not being around," he comments dryly. "Even when I get back out of here, I'm not planning to go back. I'm tired of the living nightmare."
Standing up, he paces a little before stopping in front of the window, looking down over the grounds. Reaching out, he places his hand on the glass just like he used to do at Hope's old office. It felt the same. His palm was soothed by the coolness of the glass, yet it was warmed by the sun's rays. There was an odd comfort to it... maybe because it did remind him of Hope's old office and he'd found peace there. "Tell them not to come anymore, Dalton," he pleads quietly. "I know they mean well... but I don't want anybody here. Please."
Dylan stuffs his last shirt into his backpack, looks around the room one more time then zips up his bag. He grabs his knife off the table and slips it into his pocket then slips on his jacket. There was no point in any farewells or fanfare. He had nothing here. It wasn't even worth the fight anymore. His dad didn't even care anymore so why should he stay? Dylan hadn't wanted to stay here, but he hadn't ever thought Mick would give up on him like that. Maybe it was best so he could leave as he pleased now.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Dylan heads out. It was near lunchtime but not quite. If he hurried, he'd make it to the road without being stopped by anybody. He didn't feel like explaining, and he hoped to make it without any words with his sister.
Making his way down the driveway, he looks back once, seeing a few people around the barn doing chores before the noontime meal. He didn't see his father. A raindrop hits him on the face and he sighs. But he wasn't going to stop. Turning back around, he continues his trek to the road.
It wasn't a long hike... the driveway wasn't all that long and he makes it to the road just as the clouds burst forth with the rain that had been felt in the air since early this morning. Dylan stands at the roadside, totally disgusted and totally beat. What was he doing? He'd called no one. He had no ride. He had no plans. He had nowhere to go. And it didn't matter where he went - he would never be safe. They would always find him.
Miserable, Dylan lets his backpack slide from his shoulder, and he uses it to sit on as he quickly becomes soaked in the cold, pouring rain. He pulls his jacket a little tighter around him, but it didn't matter much. Within minutes he was sopping wet from head to toe and so far no one had driven by for him to hitch a ride with. Shivering a little, he hunches over and just sits - the very picture of what was going on inside of him. He wanted to leave and be on his own, yet he knew that the ranch was a safe place to be. So he was stuck between the two worlds, feeling void of any element that would push him one way or the other and make up his mind.
"Yeah, that should be good for now. Let's go take a break for lunch." Mick nods to Dan after they'd brought in some of the horses out of the rain and made sure they had enough hay for the feeding later.
Stopping at the edge of the barn to prepare to walk through the rain, Mick stops and squints down the driveway a the odd form. Was that someone sitting by the road? It was hard to see. But then he knew. He knew without his eyes being sure that it was Dylan. Had he called someone to pick him up? If he had, why would he be waiting out there in this pouring rain? Had he just set out on his own then stopped himself? Did he feel rejected yet had nowhere else to go? Mick's heart was torn in two. It was going to take him a while to forgive Dylan for what happened with BJ, but even so, he wanted so badly to go after him and tell him to stay and come back inside where it was warm and dry. But he knew he couldn't. Not this time. Not after he'd made up his mind not to coax Dylan anymore. Deep down, Mick knew that if his son broke, he'd be there for him, but until that point, he had to remove himself from the situation and let Dylan decide.
Mick exchanges another glance with Dan, a sad look passing in his eyes. "I told him he could leave," he explains quietly. "Looks like he didn't make it very far." He sighs deeply. "He's gonna catch his death of cold out there."
He watches for a few more moments, seeing that Dylan was making no move to get up and walk or come back. Mick looks back at Dan again. "I can't go rescue him... not this time. But...." He shrugs lamely. "Would you mind going and offering him a ride to town? If he's that determined to leave, I might as well make sure he gets to town in one piece."
Without any further conversation or debate, he addresses the crowd. "This case is dismissed. Mr. Franklin, you're free to go."
The prosecution erupts with complaints - witnesses from Northside yell their displeasure. On the other side, shocked shouts of relief ring out. David's eyes go wide and he looks at Angelica with total shock, unable to believe the sudden ruling.
For a moment, Gunner can't move. His feet felt glued to the floor as such relief swept over him. Thank you, God... Thank you. Turning around, he first looks to David and Angelica, his eyes thanking them more than words ever could. As the noise persists, and friends and coworkers try to come to him for congratulations and greetings, Gunner's eyes only look for one person.
The guards try to keep order and push people back, both those who were angry, and those who were on Gunner's side. It was a noisy chaos for several minutes as emotions ran high.
Gunner sweeps the room with his gaze, almost frantically searching. And finally his sight reaches the one he really wanted. Locking eyes with Bree, nothing else in the room mattered anymore. She was the whole reason for this thing and the only reason worth this victory.
David lets out a long sigh and holds out his hand to shake Angelica's. "Well, partner, congratulations." Smiling, he stands and begins to gather his papers, putting them back in his briefcase. "Sorry to win and run," he jokes, "but my plane leaves in an hour and I still need to pick up my bags from the hotel."
He hadn't told her that he would be sacrificing a victory dinner that was their tradition. Snapping his case shut, he looks down at Angelica warmly. "Eat a slice of celebration for me." His eyes roam to Reese, who was near the back of the room, then he looks back at Angelica. "I think your victory party awaits." Smiling again, he winks. "See you around, Angelica."
Scott nods a little as Dalton talks, not arguing with him about Hope and just listening to what was going on back at TJY. "Yeah... I hope Gunner gets off alright. If he doesn't, you and I and JT belong behind bars just as much as he does."
He fiddles with his pop can again, his eyes roaming everywhere but Dalton's gaze. "I'm sure the office will get used to me not being around," he comments dryly. "Even when I get back out of here, I'm not planning to go back. I'm tired of the living nightmare."
Standing up, he paces a little before stopping in front of the window, looking down over the grounds. Reaching out, he places his hand on the glass just like he used to do at Hope's old office. It felt the same. His palm was soothed by the coolness of the glass, yet it was warmed by the sun's rays. There was an odd comfort to it... maybe because it did remind him of Hope's old office and he'd found peace there. "Tell them not to come anymore, Dalton," he pleads quietly. "I know they mean well... but I don't want anybody here. Please."
Dylan stuffs his last shirt into his backpack, looks around the room one more time then zips up his bag. He grabs his knife off the table and slips it into his pocket then slips on his jacket. There was no point in any farewells or fanfare. He had nothing here. It wasn't even worth the fight anymore. His dad didn't even care anymore so why should he stay? Dylan hadn't wanted to stay here, but he hadn't ever thought Mick would give up on him like that. Maybe it was best so he could leave as he pleased now.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Dylan heads out. It was near lunchtime but not quite. If he hurried, he'd make it to the road without being stopped by anybody. He didn't feel like explaining, and he hoped to make it without any words with his sister.
Making his way down the driveway, he looks back once, seeing a few people around the barn doing chores before the noontime meal. He didn't see his father. A raindrop hits him on the face and he sighs. But he wasn't going to stop. Turning back around, he continues his trek to the road.
It wasn't a long hike... the driveway wasn't all that long and he makes it to the road just as the clouds burst forth with the rain that had been felt in the air since early this morning. Dylan stands at the roadside, totally disgusted and totally beat. What was he doing? He'd called no one. He had no ride. He had no plans. He had nowhere to go. And it didn't matter where he went - he would never be safe. They would always find him.
Miserable, Dylan lets his backpack slide from his shoulder, and he uses it to sit on as he quickly becomes soaked in the cold, pouring rain. He pulls his jacket a little tighter around him, but it didn't matter much. Within minutes he was sopping wet from head to toe and so far no one had driven by for him to hitch a ride with. Shivering a little, he hunches over and just sits - the very picture of what was going on inside of him. He wanted to leave and be on his own, yet he knew that the ranch was a safe place to be. So he was stuck between the two worlds, feeling void of any element that would push him one way or the other and make up his mind.
"Yeah, that should be good for now. Let's go take a break for lunch." Mick nods to Dan after they'd brought in some of the horses out of the rain and made sure they had enough hay for the feeding later.
Stopping at the edge of the barn to prepare to walk through the rain, Mick stops and squints down the driveway a the odd form. Was that someone sitting by the road? It was hard to see. But then he knew. He knew without his eyes being sure that it was Dylan. Had he called someone to pick him up? If he had, why would he be waiting out there in this pouring rain? Had he just set out on his own then stopped himself? Did he feel rejected yet had nowhere else to go? Mick's heart was torn in two. It was going to take him a while to forgive Dylan for what happened with BJ, but even so, he wanted so badly to go after him and tell him to stay and come back inside where it was warm and dry. But he knew he couldn't. Not this time. Not after he'd made up his mind not to coax Dylan anymore. Deep down, Mick knew that if his son broke, he'd be there for him, but until that point, he had to remove himself from the situation and let Dylan decide.
Mick exchanges another glance with Dan, a sad look passing in his eyes. "I told him he could leave," he explains quietly. "Looks like he didn't make it very far." He sighs deeply. "He's gonna catch his death of cold out there."
He watches for a few more moments, seeing that Dylan was making no move to get up and walk or come back. Mick looks back at Dan again. "I can't go rescue him... not this time. But...." He shrugs lamely. "Would you mind going and offering him a ride to town? If he's that determined to leave, I might as well make sure he gets to town in one piece."