Bored

Eric knew Stacy wasn’t happy with the idea of him being on the road so long, but he also had a gnawing in his gut, reminding him that he had nothing. Nothing to support himself away from the ranch. And nothing to support anyone else, should his future shift in that direction. Regardless, he did feel bad, and he couldn’t help his sigh.

“Yeah…I know Ash won’t be happy. If I had any kind of a brain, I wouldn’t be in this position.” It was a flippant statement and he knew it, but sometimes he did feel as though his mental shortcomings were going to keep him at this spot in life forever.

He moved on quickly before Stacy could chide him, and he had to chuckle at her last statement. “I don’t think my phone is gonna get fixed. There ain’t one piece of it left that’s bigger than a dime. I’ll be sure to call you tomorrow again when I make another stop, then I’ll be home in a couple days and…I’ll let you know for sure what I’ve decided about the job.”

Realizing someone else was waiting to use the phone, he knew he had to cut off his conversation. “Sorry to talk and run, but there’s a line, and my truck’s runnin’ outside. I’ll see ya soon. Tell Ash I said hi, too.”


Gunner tilted his head so he could look down into Bree’s face, and for several long moments he said nothing. His eyes looked into hers, as if searching to see how deeply he could gaze. Yet at the same time, his own stare was hollow, laced with confusion and a frustration so great that it was chipping away at his soul.

Blinking, he broke his stare and gave her shoulder another little squeeze. In truth, he wasn’t hungry at all. “Okay. Milkshakes and junk food it is. Can’t go wrong with that, huh?” He forced a smile, even though it only proved to show his tiredness.

“You pick the movie though. I had a hard enough time just picking out which socks to wear this morning.”


The hallway was quiet tonight. It was the kind of quiet that made one want to listen to music, turn on a television or talk to someone, just to create some noise. It was the kind of quiet that provoked one’s mind to consider subjects which the host did not particularly care for. Not that it was too unusual for this individual. His mind often wandered to darker topics – more often than not lately.

Removing his headphones, Scott leaned back in the office chair. Dalton had already left…it was the first time Scott had been left alone here in a very long time. Usually he left before Dalton, or with him – but to be sitting here alone brought on a different kind of feeling. It wasn’t so much that he was scared, but almost as if he thought he was supposed to be. It was unsettling, but…not the worst kind of feeling, when considering all the dark things he’d felt before.

A tap on his leg brought a small smile to his face, and he looked down at Domino’s hopeful eyes. “Ready to go home, huh?”

She wriggled her stumpy tail in response, and nuzzled his hand, knowing better than to bark like she wanted to. That was the rule here, in this building. Being quiet kept her out of trouble, and allowed her to keep coming with her master every day. Or, at least a few days a week. It seemed to be a little more often lately.

Scott sighed before giving in and scratching Domino’s head. “Okay. Let’s go.” It would be dark when he got home. It was probably already dark. Which meant his house would be really dark. He’d known that when he’d looked at the clock earlier. But somehow he’d wanted to stay anyway. Perhaps…deep down… under the fear…he finally wanted to try and see if he could do it again. Walk into a dark house, that is.

Heading down the hall and reaching the main floor, he dug his keys from his pocket, but stopped when he suddenly realized Domino was no longer with him. He turned several times to make sure she wasn’t hiding on his blind side, then spotted her just as she disappeared into the one office door that was still open. “Domino!” Too late.

Seeing Hope behind her desk, Domino wiggled with excitement. She hadn’t been allowed to see her much lately, which confused her, but the door had been open, and Scott hadn’t been watching so…it was okay, right? Trotting over to the desk, she put her front paws up on Hope’s leg and dared a very quiet little woof, greeting her friend.

Still in the hallway, Scott hesitated. A new kind of pang hit his stomach and traveled up into his throat. He wasn’t surprised to see Hope’s office light still on – he usually left before she did though…especially after that night she’d come over and he’d turned her away. He’d intended to still be friends, but they were more of mere acquaintances now, hardly nodding to each other from across the room, and never making eye contact. He wasn’t even sure that they’d exchanged two words since that night. It had been his doing, but…it never had felt right. And Justin’s firm promptings hadn’t helped any either.

Mustering up his gumption, Scott aimed for Hope’s office. “Domino, what do you think you’re doing?” He rounded the corner and found it just a bit difficult to let his gaze land on Hope…but it was only for a moment before he dropped his sights to the floor. “Sorry. Guess she got bored following me around.”


As Victoria stepped back, Garret’s hands slid own her arms until his fingers locked with hers. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to see her disappear in the darkness, never knowing when they’d meet again. He didn’t want to let her go, knowing what her next mission was. He’d never love her less – she crossed no more lines than he, when it came to their duties. But he still hated it.

“I’ll be as safe as I always am.” He forced a small smile, though his eyes remained so very weary. He knew he needed to snap out of this funk, less anyone grow suspicious of where his loyalties lay. But it wasn’t easy.

With good sense winning out over his emotions, he finally let Victoria go. It would be several more minutes though, before he would head to his own quarters for the night. He needed the rest. With his lack of caring for himself, his body was growing weary.


“So you’re still seeing him then, huh?”

Ariel glanced over her shoulder before pulling back her hair and smirking in the hall mirror at Colt’s reflection behind her. “Yes. Problem?”

“Naw. I mean…you’re a grown woman, right?”

Ariel rolled her eyes and turned to aim for the kitchen. “Take your spurs off before you scratch my chair.”

Colt only moved his feet out to the sides further, remaining seated backward in the kitchen chair. “You know, the older you get, the more particular you get. Careful or you might turn into an old woman prematurely.”

“Oh, shut up.” Ariel’s tone might have been harsh, but her lips smiled. She knew her brother only cared for her – it was his concern that made him a butthead, not meanness. Cleaning up a few last minute things on the counter, she turned around to shake her head. “You’re just jealous.”
  
Colt grinned and took another bite of his apple. “Well, I have to admit, it doesn't seem fair you've got a love life and I've got none."

"Love life?!" Ariel's voice rose, as did color into her cheeks…as did her arm as she threw a dish towel at him. "I would hardly say one or two dates a week – tops – is a love life."

Colt's laughter was genuine as he caught the towel midair. "Calm down. I'm just teasing."

Though Ariel was scowling, she couldn't help a new little grin. She could strangler her brother most days, but she'd also protect him with her life if need be. And…as annoying as it was, she appreciated his interest in her life, whether it was who she chose to date or not. Tonight was no different. "At least you get me for the movies tonight."

"True. Very true." Colt stood and tossed his apple core into the trash can. A movie night with his sister was their once-a-month routine, and few people knew that they'd made a deal years ago that until one of them was married, they'd keep that routine.

"But take your spurs off first." Ariel checked her watch then moved to retrieve her jacket. "You look like an idiot."

Colt's smile returned, but he did as he was told. He'd come here directly from the stable, and was just thankful for his sister not minding if he smelled like horses.

Fixed

Feeling Gunner's arm wrap around her Bree's heart jumped, it always seemed to do that when Gunner touched her. She new as of late things had gotten hard to him, and life just wasn't the same right now with all that was going on but at least he was trying. She'd continue to do all she could to help, or just be there when he needed a shoulder. It wasn't just him in this battle it was both of them weather he wanted it that way or not. That's what a relationship was about, two people working together to make the other stronger.

   "Mmmm...I think my Uncle said something about going out a little later tonight, so I think we are on our own for dinner. Soooo...how about we throw a movie on, I'll make some milky milk shakes with extra shake of course and we can order some junk food."

Bree returned the squeeze to Gunner just holding on a little extra bit longer. She was happy he was here, she was happy to know for the most part he was ok, she was happy that if something did happen she would be right next to him to help all she could. All she could ever ask for was that Gunner would be here, with her always.  She'd cared for many people before, her heart big, but Gunner, Gunner was different. There wasn't a think she wouldn't do for him. He was her soul mate, her vampire, she just new it.

   "Watch a movie, play a game, just cuddle, as long as I am with you...nothing else matters."

Hearing Eric's voice on the other end of the phone was confirmation that yes he was ok. She hated assuming the worse but not getting any replys, or calls from him was very odd, and it just didn't feel right. Now she could relax though, and at least for now know he was alright.

   "My goodness Eric, you know how to make a person worry dont you? The next phone you get I am buying one of those indestructible cases. I think your harder on your phone than I am."

Sitting back in her chair Stacy gives a soft smile and a shake of her head even though Eric couldn't see her. She was happy he'd called and she got to hear his voice. It hadn't been THAT long but it had been long enough.

   "Well no matter, I'm happy you're ok and you called. Thank you."

Hearing about the change in plans for Eric, and being on the road there was a long pause. Stacy let is process, before she said anything. She didn't like the sound of Eric being gone for so long, and she new Ashlee wouldn't like it either but how could she tell him no? In all honestly this was his desition, not there.

   "Being totally honest here I dont like the sound of you being gone for so long and I know Ash wont like it either. She already hates the face you have been done this long, and complains to me almost every day. But I know you need the money, and it wouldn't be right for us to tell you not to go."

Stacy new this was the right this to do and say. Eric had to be in control of his life, not them. Yes they were part of it, but it didn't revolve around them. He wouldn't be gone forever.

   "If you need to do this job, than I understand. Ash and I arn't going anywhere, at least not now. When you get back we will be here. Just make sure you get your phone fix ok?"

Victoria cocks her head to one side, looking at Garret with a slight bit of worry in her eyes. He was the only one who would ever see that, the worry, the love, no one else ever had, or would. 

   "I haven't hear anything yet, I know shortly after you leave I am going to be leaving myself. My grandfather wants me to try and get Mitch to join him. He said he could use his power, his men, and his money. So its up to me to make him want to join, and stick around."

Shifting a little bit Victoria continues to look into Garrets eyes. If she was successful in this and getting Mitch to stick around it would more than likely be because he would want to peruse her or at least spend more time with her. So on one had Victoria didn't want this, but on the other she new she must because it was her job.

   "I'll see what I can find out for you. Just...be safe, I dont know what I would do if I lost you."

Leaning in Victoria places a small kiss on Garrets lips before letting him go and taking a few steps back. They both needed to go there own ways now. It had been far to long they had been off the radar and sooner or later someone was going to wonder where they were, and why they were both missing, together.

Longer Haul

Gunner sighed deeply. He wanted to smile, but his lips wouldn't cooperate. He wanted to pull Bree into a hug and hold her tight and kiss her, but his emotions felt as though they had drained every ounce of energy.

His eyes drifted down to her hand before he finally gave in and reached his arm around her shoulders to give her a light squeeze. "I'm sorry... I know I'm not very good company right now. Thanks for smiling anyway."

He shrugged, trying to stay on task and bring the conversation back around to her original question. "You can fix something if you like. I'm just not very hungry, so if you'd rather not bother, that's fine too. I'm really okay with whatever you and JT wanna do."

"Hey, babe!" Eric leaned against the wall inside the truck stop, trying not to get distracted by all the noise around him while he was using the pay phone. "Mick tell you about my phone? Totally smashed. Sorry it worried ya. This was the first chance I got to pull off and give ya a ring."

He glanced at his watch, knowing that he needed to get back on the road as soon as possible. "Listen, um...first, I just wanted to let you know I was alright and I'll call again while I can - I need your number again though 'cause I never did memorize it." He inwardly rolled his eyes at himself. He never could memorize anything worth a lick. Not anymore. "And second, there's a possible change in plans. I should be back to the ranch in a couple days, and...I was scheduled to leave again just for a week. As it turns out though, I've been offered a new run instead. The only hitch is that I'll probably be on the road about four weeks, cross country." He paused, knowing that Stacy wouldn't like the sound of that. Not that he liked it himself, but it was a job. "The pay is almost too good to pass up - sure could use the money. What with you and Ash though, I...guess I thought I'd see what you had to say about it."

Garret wished this moment could last forever, but he knew it couldn't. It was amazing that their relationship had gone undetected this long. At any moment, they could be discovered, and never be allowed to see each other again...or worse. Garret would never forgive himself if Victoria was harmed because of their love. He would rather hide all of his feelings even from her, than watch her suffer because he let his emotions get the best of him. As it was, with her loving him in return, this was all they had. It was what they had.

"I need to go before I'm missed." He again spoke quietly, still gazing into Victoria's eyes. "In three days, I leave again. Keep your ears sharp... I sense your grandfather has plans for my future but he has yet to reveal them to me." It wasn't like Medridge to keep Garret in the dark, but something had been off. Perhaps the elderly man had sensed Garret's recent disapproval of several missions. If that was the case, Garret would need to be extra careful - which might mean crossing one too many lines...like he always did.

"Hey...anybody home?" Clay entered the house and glanced around, unsure who was home, according to the vehicles in the driveway.

"Oh, hi, Clay." Rick poked his head out of the living room, checking to make sure the voice he'd heard was indeed his nephew's. "Anything exciting happening?"

Clay scoffed. "No."

"Job hunt went that well, huh?"

"Pretty much." Clay wandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch before taking off his ball cap and sighing deeply. "I'm beginning to think I shoulda found a crap apartment and gone on welfare."

Rick smirked. "It's no wonder you can't find anything with an attitude like that."

Clay only rolled his eyes.

Rick shook his head and eased down in his chair again, picking up the book he'd been reading. His concentration was short-lived though, as his mind wandered back to earlier in the day when he'd found the discarded paper by the waste basket. "Hey, Clay?"

His nephew glanced up without much enthusiasm. "Yeah?"

"I saw something earlier. I know it was trash, but it just caught my eye so I took a closer look."

Clay's eyebrow arched. "Do I really want to know what you saw in the trash?"

Rick's smirk returned. "It was that poem you wrote."

"Huh? What poem?"

"About the dark wings."

Clay blinked. "You read it? After I threw it away?"

"Well, technically it was on the floor, but yeah, I did."

Clay's eyes darkened. "So much for privacy."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I just...wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I don't get it."

"Well, the poem is pretty dark."

It was several moments before Clay blinked again. His voice was less than approving. "You've got to be kidding me."

Rick set aside his book. "No, I'm not. I just wondered if you're okay, that's all. I care about you."

"Because of some stupid chicken scratch?" Clay rose to his feet in disgust. "Give me a break. If I wanted someone to dissect my psyche, I'd go see a shrink." 

"Settle down. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Well you did." In an attempt to end the conversation, Clay turned and left, heading upstairs to what was currently his bedroom. A few minutes later as he was seated on his bed though, the knock on the door came as no surprise. "What?" 

Rick sighed and cautiously opened the door. "Are you really okay?" 

"Would you get off it?!" Clay stood again. "I can't help it you've never read anything other than medical books and newspapers. If you're shocked by a little darkness, then you've been living in a hole."

"I'm not shocked, I just wondered where it came from."

"Who cares? It's stupid anyway. It was just something I wrote down out of my own dumb mind. End of story."

"It's far from dumb," Rick defended. "Dark or not, it's a very good piece of writing." 

Clay paused for a moment, not sure how to take all this. "It's garbage."

"It is not! Who told you it was?" 

"Everything I've ever tried turns out to be garbage," Clay hissed. "Now would you just drop this thing? I'm not gonna go shoot my brains out, if that's what you're worried about, so just forget about it!" 

Rick held up his hands in surrender, even though he was confused and unsatisfied. "Okay, fine. It's over. I gotta run to work here in a bit to grab some paperwork. If you wanna tag along, you're more than welcome." 

Clay only grunted his response before he flopped back down on the bed, curling around his pillow.

Giving up for now, Rick shut the door quietly and headed downstairs again. He hadn't thought he'd been wrong to ask Clay about the poem, but why had the reaction been so poor? Was Clay really more depressed than he let on? And what was with him thinking the piece of writing was so stupid? 

Left alone, Clay finally rolled over to stare up at the ceiling. Dark wings. Maybe he did feel like the poem. But it was none of Rick's business. And it was a crappy piece. All of his writing was. His dad had been right.

Anothing Reason

Letting out a long sigh Bree wasn't sure what to say to Gunner's comment. She hated hearing and seeing him like this. It wasn't his normal self and she didn't like it. The last thing she wanted to do as well was be one of those people who told Gunner what to do. Everyone was only trying to help and she wished he would see that.  It was just so hard, but she new for Gunner she had to try and be strong and comfort him all she could.

   "I'd like to decided with you if thats ok?! I'm not sure myself what I am in the mood for. Pretty much seems like a whole lot of nothing, and everything at the same time."

Bree takes a few steps closer to Gunner and lays a hand on his arm. He was always so strong, it was those arms that comforted her when she needed it the most. It was those arms that held her and broke her free from her prison. And now when Gunner needed her she felt hopeless.

Finally looking up at him Bree gives a small smile. Her eyes twinkling slightly. She might feel helpless but she was trying at least, and thats really all that mattered. At least in her own mind it made sense.

   "Having my partner in crime seems much better to me than trying to figure it out on my own."

Victoria couldn't help the scoff that slipped out of her lips. Something about Garrent's comment was funny. To her it was because of Garret she felt like she spent less time looking over her shoulder, because she new he always had her back no matter what. No matter the situation, reason or anything else that might come up, he was always there.

   "Oh Garret, I'd be looking over my shoulder a whole lot more, for a whole different reason. At least with you its well worth it, and its something to look forward again for."

Feeling the kiss that trailed on her neck brought a smile to her lips and soft murmur was aloud to escape this time. When she had been younger thunder and lighting had scared her, it caused her to jump and was all to loud. She'd run to her mother and fathers room and hide from it. But as she grew, it seemed there were noises that scared her more. Some soft, and could only be heard if trained. Noises that were so soft they could make a person def. Now thunder was a comfort, and act in witch was normal, and was anything but scary. 

Letting her lips meet Garrets and letting her passion out Victoria soaked up the moment all she could. Tomorrow would be another day but there was no telling if it would be there last for a while, or when the might be able to share another moment like this again. Till the moment was broken she held fast, finally backing away to look up at Garret and give a smile, his words were her sugar, a caffeine that let her face another day.

   "I love you too Garret, more than anyone will ever know."

Looking up at Mick called her to her Stacy cocks her head to one side for a moment looking at him. On the inside she let a small sigh of re leaf. She had been texting Eric a few times and ever tried calling him but getting nothing had made her worry. She'd run through many things in her own head of what could have happened and non of them were all that pretty. Knowing he was ok, and only a broken phone was the cause of his silent was a good feeling. She didn't know if it showed on her face or not really how releaved she was.

   "Alright Mick, thanks I will be right there."

Looking back to her food she shakes her head a little bit and leave a small giggle. It would be here still when she got back, and if not she could find something else. Getting up and heading for the door, she makes hast heading to the office and just letting herself in. Picking up the phone she sucks in a breath before letting it out once again.

   "Eric? Is that you? I've been worried sick....is everything ok?"

Phone Call

Gunner silently fell into step next to Bree, walking to the house and to the little makeshift bedroom, aka JT's office with a futon. It was either that or the living room though, and Gunner would just as well tuck himself away where he didn't have to see anybody. Not that being here would make it all that easy.

Had Bree just said something? He looked down at her, trying to get his brain back on track, but it seemed stuck in a thick fog that just wouldn't go away. "Um...sure...whatever you want to do. It's not like I have anywhere to go." 

He set down his bag before looking out the window to the backyard, getting lost in thought once more. He should have brought his telescope with him. Or perhaps stargazing was just a foolish way to pass the time, holding no meaning other than to stare at worthless space. On the other hand, it kept his mind occupied, which was worth something in itself. 

His eyes focused on the backyard again. He realized he'd been silent for several moments, so he turned around and tried the best smile he could for Bree. "You decide about food or whatever." He shrugged. "I'm on a roll with letting people tell me what to do." 

Garret drew Victoria into another hug...perhaps only to hide his face. "You wouldn't be lost," he responded quietly. "You're too strong. Too smart. Without me, you just wouldn't have quite as much practice looking over your shoulder."

He nuzzled his face into her until his lips found her neck to kiss. A clap of thunder didn't even make him flinch. "We're too strong to fall apart," he whispered. "And too weak to let go." Another trail of kisses led him back to her lips to conclude his passionate affection before he let her go and set his hands on her shoulders. 

Looking at her through the rain and amidst erratic flashes of lightning, he wanted to smile, but it just wouldn't surface. Being with Victoria grew in torture every time they saw each other. He loathed it, yet wouldn't trade it for the world. She had his heart in the palm of her hand, whether it was dangerous or not, and he simply had no say in the matter. 

His hands gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. "I love you."

"...totally busted, so I ain't got any idea if anybody's called or texted me." 

Mick managed to swallow a laugh, imagining Eric's story of driving right over his cell phone with his big rig. "Well that stinks."

"No kidding. I'm on a payphone now. Just wanted to let y'all know I'm still alive."

"Good to know. Other than your phone, how's the run?" 

"Alright. Few hitches, but nothing I can't handle. Hey, do me a favor? Get Stacy on the line? Without my cell, I couldn't remember her number." 

"Sure thing." Mick was already on his feet in the ranch office. "Drive safe, brother." He set the phone aside without hanging up, and went to go find Stacy. He was glad to hear from Eric - it had been almost two weeks since he'd left, and things weren't the same around here without him. Mick had wanted to ask Eric what he'd really called about. He could tell there was more than just smalltalk that Eric wanted, but he also knew he was short on time, and Mick wouldn't begrudge him talking to Stacy.

..."Hey, Stacy?" Mick had spotted her in the dining room as it was nearing lunchtime. "Eric's on the phone in the office. Apparently he drove over his cell phone and could only remember the ranch's number." He gave her a wry grin. "Maybe you should convince the big goof to get one of those indestructible cases for his next phone." 

Awaiting

Smiling at Susanne Chad was happy she mentioned the bike. She was getting more comfortable with riding on the bike and it was happy. He liked having her arms around him, and just feeling her close. It was a nice feeling that he enjoyed very much.

   "You are lucky I just happened to bring my extra helmet. So I would love to be able to take my bike."

Backing away from Susanna and holding out his hand Chad continues to smile. Susanne's timid ways was cute and he loved every moment of it. It just added to the joy it gave him when she wanted to do things.

   "Alright my lady, the white horse awaits,"


Looking up at Gunner Bree smiles. She couldn't be mad with him, or upset with him. This was just another step in life and her love for Gunner was to big to look away.

   "I am happy Hope did, and I don't know whats wrong with you either, but we will figure it out together and I wont leave you high and dry. Not now, not ever."

Taking Gunner's hand in her own Bree walks with him up to the house. Showing him to the room he had been in before Bree just wanted to make sure he was comfortable. She new this wasn't easy for him and she just wanted to help with that.

   "Want me to cook some dinner and than we can watch a movie?"

Feeling Garret's arms around her Victoria melted into his embrace and his kiss. This had been the longest they had been away from each other in a long time. She hated the weekend they were not together, and the hours away. It always seemed though that it made there time that much sweeter.

   "You're the only things that keeps me going at times. I couldn't imagine how life would be without you. I'd be lost."

Everything in her life that she had done, that she had gone thought, wrong or right, good or bad, with Garret near it didn't matter. It wiped the slate clean and made her feel good. Maybe he would be the only one that would ever understand, being with him in these moments it was worth the risk.

When You're Around

Susanne giggled at Chuck's humor before nuzzling into his hug. She sighed deeply and wrapped her arms around his waist, glad that he was so flexible and willing to go with the flow, even when she'd ruined dinner. 

"Yeah don't gnaw off your arm, please...I like both of them to hold me." 

After a moment of just enjoying his embrace, she finally pulled away and grinned up at him. "If we have to go downtown anyway...can we take your bike?"

Gunner had been lost in his own little world, so when he heard Bree's voice, he jumped, startled. "Huh? Oh..." He glanced in the backseat and shrugged. "Naw...I mean...it's not much." 

He hadn't talked to her all day, which was not his norm, but he knew that by now Bree would know everything either from Hope or JT. And it wasn't fun. He didn't like being in this position. He didn't like needing them to take care of him. He didn't like not understanding why he felt the way he did. Nothing made sense. 

Realizing he was still just sitting there, he finally forced himself to unbuckle his seatbelt and exit the car. Walking around to Bree, he gave her a small hug and kiss, but it was quite obvious he was either very distracted or very tired...maybe both. 

"Deja vu," he mumbled as he reached in the backseat to grab his two bags. "First time I was getting out of a mental hospital. This time I'm just going mental in general." 

He shut the door and sighed before he looked back at Bree. As quickly as the irritation had come, it was gone, leaving his eyes faraway and hollow. "I don't know what's happening to me," he admitted softly. "And I'm sorry you have to put up with me 'til I get it figured out. I wouldn't be here if Hope hadn't insisted." 

Though not as much on guard as he should be, Garret was unsurprised by Victoria's sudden presence. Still ignoring the rain, he returned her embrace, feeling almost a sense of relief that his arms could finally hold her again. Four weeks was an eternity. 

Instead of answering her question, he pulled back slightly, his palm finding the side of her face. Leaning in, he kissed her with passion, letting the depth speak for his emotions. He'd missed her. He cared for her. She was his sanity in  this chaos. Lightning created a silhouette of their embrace before thunder again shook the sky. It did little to Garret's concentration on Victoria though. 

Eventually drawing away, his hand remained on her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. Despite the rain streaming down his own face though, it could not hide the darkness in his gaze.

"I'm only okay when you're around," he finally answered. "When you're not, the world doesn't exist, and nothing else matters."

Worry

   "Well, we can always just do lagana in a couple of days again. It gives me a good reason to come back over. Not that your not a good enough reason."

Hearing Susanne's laugh was catchy and it made Chad laugh even more himself. It made him feel good and just seeing her smile made him feel so good on the inside. It was a feeling he new he would never tire of not many times he heard it.

   "Alright...why don't we head over to the pizza box tonight. I am starving and I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Last thing I want to do it bite my arm off and scare you away."

Grinning Chad pulls Susanne into a big bear hug holding her close for a long moment. He didn't care what they had to eat as long as he was with her. That really was the only thing he cared about and the only thing he wanted. To just be with Susanne and enjoy her company.

Going to the front door and stepping outside Bree smiles and gives a wave to Gunner. She new this had to be hard for Gunner and she wanted to make it as easy as she could for him. Maybe knowing she would help him through this and she didn't think any differently of him would help a little bit.

Walking to the car and holding her smile Bree's eyes twinkled. She was excited in a way to see Gunner more. She enjoyed her time with him and getting more time with him would be great.

  "Hey you, I wanted to see if you needed help with your bags."

Looking out the window as the rain hit the window pains Victoria could feel a stiffness in the air and it was not just the weather causing it. She wasn't sure why but it bothered her, and almost worried her as well. It had been a long time since she had seen Garret and she wasn't sure if maybe she felt the way she did.

As a light flashes again Victoria catches sight of a figure moving to the secret garden area. Her heart beated a little faster and she new who it was. The rain wouldn't stop her from seeing the one person she missed the most. Even if she would rune her dress she could buy a new one.

It didn't take long to move through the house and get to the secret garden. She was drenched but she didn't notice it much and the weather was slightly warm. Seeing Garret only made her heart race even more.

   "Garret...your a sight for sore eyes. I missed you so much."

Stepping closer and putting her arms around him Victoria embraces him. She could tell he had lost some weight and it worried her slightly. Garret mostly stayed the same with it came to his weight.

   "Are you ok?"

Rainstorm

Susanne smirked as Chuck poked at the lasagna... or what was left of it, anyway. She appreciated his efforts to be kind, but it did little to fix the problem here - the fact that she'd just ruined their supper. 

Looking up at him, she sighed before giving him a wry grin. "I'm fine. Just irked with myself, that's all. I don't know what happened, and I was looking forward to you trying my lasagna." 

She reached up and set her hands on his, leaving them on her shoulders. "I suppose if I wanted a little extra attention, I could always act like this was a devastating experience, but...it's hardly the most traumatic thing I've been through." She finally smiled as a little snicker came out. It became a giggle, which evolved into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry," she gasped, bending over to catch her breath. "I really wanted to cook for you... You decide where we go tonight. I'm too discombobulated now." 

Gunner sat in his car, parked by the curb. He'd been sitting in front of JT's house for at least fifteen minutes now, but hadn't yet gathered enough gumption to go inside. He saw JT's car. He saw Bree's car. Yet he didn't want to see them. He'd been here countless times. He'd even stayed here after his time at Northside. Yet tonight...tonight he wished he'd told Hope no. He was ashamed. Embarrassed. He was a grown man who couldn't even control his own mind, and he was putting the burden on someone he loved, and a good friend. 

His car's backseat held a duffel bag, a backpack and his pillow. He'd had enough nerve to pack, at least. And now he just wished there was an easier solution. 

Inside the house, JT pulled aside the curtain and furrowed his brow. He took another sip of his iced tea before turning around and wandering back to the kitchen where supper was in the oven. "Gunner's sitting outside," he mentioned to Bree. "Has been for at least ten minutes. I...have a feeling he might need an extra prompt to get him inside this time." 

Thunder shook the ground and lighting streaked across the sky. Rain came down in torrents as the wind blew. It mattered little though. Garret cared not that he was soaked through to the bone. Standing in the near-flooded rose garden, he held his face to the sky and sought not for shelter. 

It was near midnight, and power had been lost on the estate. A lightning strike had seen to that. Not everybody knew about it though - only those with high security clearance, or those with good ears to know what was happening. Regardless Garret was one who knew, and as such, he knew that no security cameras had seen him walk across the property to find himself in the secluded garden. He'd been back two days from his last mission, and had slept a total of three hours since. He'd been gone for four weeks, and had returned with less weight, and dark circles under his eyes. He'd completed his task as requested and had done everything Medridge wanted. And he felt just as empty now as he did after every mission. 

Another flash of lightning revealed his dark outline against the rain. He still did not move. He wanted the rain to wash away the pain. The guilt. The madness. But nothing could remove it. Victoria's love always numbed it for him - he hadn't even seen her since he'd first left four weeks ago. But could her limited affection really solve anything? He knew it was a feeble attempt to dull his other senses. He had to get out. Somehow. Before he went mad.

Thanks

Chuck can't help but chuckle as he looks over Susanne shoulder. She was always a good cook but mishaps happened and he wouldn't hold it against her.  But he new she was going to feel horrible about this because that was her.

   "Well...we could always...try and eat this still..."

Poking at it with his finger the burnt peaces under it just crumble and turn into dust. Cringing a little bit Chuck couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips. He did find this slightly funny and hopefully his laughter would help Susanne not be to upset about the whole thing.

   "Mmmm...We can get some pizza from the pizza box, or I could always treat us to something a little nicer, than we can come back here and continue with our plans."

Taking the pan from Susanne and putting it down at the counter Chuck comes back over to her and places his hands on her shoulders looking down into her eyes. His own dances and smiled as he shook his head just a little bit.

   "I have never know you to burn anything? Before I make anymore jokes out of this...is everything ok? I want to make you feel better if I have to not worse."

Answering her phone Bree greets her Uncle and listens to what he had to say about Gunner. She new something wasn't right and just by everything he had told her the other night she could tell too and it had worried her. Knowing Gunner would be around people he new made Bree feel a little better. She wasn't worried he would hurt himself again but if it happened on mistake she would feel horrible.

   "Ok, Thank you for letting him stay there. I will be over tonight to spend time with you guys."

She really was thinkful to her Uncle. Not that she ever would of thought he would say no. He was way to kind for that and since Gunner was connected to her she new that made him extra special.

   "Thanks again. I better get back to work. I will see you guys tonight."

Okay by me

JT stood in the lounge, sipping a cup of coffee. He'd just finished with several patients and needed an extra pick-me-up to make it through the afternoon. Listening to his voicemail, he arched an eyebrow. He wasn't too surprised though. With the way Gunner had been lately, he'd wondered if anything would get worse, or if it would all blow over. Apparently he was having some kind of relapse. JT was more than willing to help though. If Gunner needed extra support and a place to stay, it wasn't a problem.

Taking a few extra moments, he called Bree, knowing she'd answer as long as she wasn't right in the middle of anything too pressing. "Hey, Bree, it's your uncle... Listen, I just got a call from Hope. I guess you were right - Gunner's not doing so hot. She seems to think it would be best if he wasn't alone right now, so she asked if he could stay at my place. Doesn't sound like he's suicidal or anything - just a bit disoriented from everything going on."

He tossed out his styrofoam cup and whatever was left of his cold coffee. "Figured I'd let her know it was okay by me, and...thought you'd probably wanna come over tonight too, to see what's up, especially if Gunner doesn't let you know."

Alec can't help a light scoff at Misty's thanks. "You kidding? I owe you a lot more than just doing a few odd jobs around here." A pause followed, but even so, his emotions of gratefulness were evident. "I'll, um...see you tonight."

Susanne stared down at the dish she was holding with oven mitts, before she looked up at Chuck. "Um..." She scrunched up her nose and remained standing in the middle of her kitchen, not quite sure what to do now. "Apparently I didn't take this out soon enough...unless lasagna is...supposed to be...black." 

She didn't usually cook so badly. On the contrary, usually she did quite a good job, and just recently she'd started having Chuck over for supper once in a while. Tonight though, something had gone horribly wrong. 

Still just standing there, she had no idea where to go from here, and her eyes were wide. "Do you... like pizza from the Pizza Box?"

Call

Finally letting out her breath Hope smiled softly. She was happy Gunner decided to stay with JT on his own. It was a smart move, and it would make her feel better. At least till he was feeling better and a little more with it, and remembering again.

   "It's not a problem Gunner I can call him. You don't have to go there now but by tonight would be good. You're still independent Gunner and can do what you want, its just for the time being, being around someone else will help."

Giving another soft smile Hope turns and heads into the other room to call JT. She could already guess he would say yes and leaving a message on his voicemail to call her if he couldn't have Gunner there she didn't think he would mind. Gunner was important to him as much as he was to Bree.

Coming back to the room Hope sets her phone down on the counter before looking at Gunner again. She new this was going to be good for him even if he didn't see it. 

   "The call is made, and if all is well you can go there tonight."

Sitting back in her chair at her desk and poping a few grapes into her mouth Misty smiles and shakes her head. Swallowing she speaks again. She remembered when she had the energy like Alec and now it just seemed she got more tired and more tired.

   "Thats fine with me. I have kind of let it go since you know I got prego. Thanks Alec...for everything. I really mean that. You have helped me a lot and I couldn't have done it without you."

Embarrassed

Gunner thought for several long moments, mulling over the options Hope was giving him. Part of him wanted to fight - this was his life and he could take care of himself. And part of him wanted to give in - he was too tired of thinking of so many things, and he knew he needed help. 

Eventually, he nodded. "Okay." His voice indicated sadness...perhaps disappointment in himself. "I'd...prefer going to JT's I think. I stayed there before, when I got out of Northside, didn't I?" For some reason, remembering things was difficult today. He swallowed hard. "But...but would you ask JT for me?" It was bad enough feeling this lost and confused, but now there was embarrassment added to the mix. The part of him that was still thinking straight felt like a little kid who needed a babysitter rather than a full grown man on the Elite force, who was engaged, no less. But he was too tired to argue. 

He mustered up the strength to stand again, tucking his hands into his pockets and staring at the floor. "Does this mean I have to go today?" 


Hearing excitement in Misty's voice too made Alec feel good. Someone was proud of him. "Um...I start next week on Monday. Don't know what my schedule will look like after that - I think it will vary from week to week, but it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Anyway...so yeah, I got the ice cream...and til you get home, I thought I'd clean up the front yard around the porch if that's okay with you."


Rick nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I think asking him about it might be good, and you're right - dark or not, this is very well written. I never saw him as the creative type, but...I'm beginning to wonder if there's lots of things I've never seen in him. He's been pretty quiet since coming here - I almost worry he keeps to himself too much. Thought I might see about getting him back together with Misty and Jason again or something." 

For there sake

Looking back at Gunner Hope gives him a small shake of her head. She felt bad but she new that he could not stay here himself. He wasn't crazy but it wasn't good for him to stay alone either.

   "I think they would be very proud of you Gunner, but I don't think they would like it much if they new people were trying to help you and you wouldn't let them."

Taking a step closer to Gunner and placing her hand on his Hope had a look that showed she did care a great deal about him and what happened. She did care and this was important for more than one reason.

   "I need you Gunner or Bree sake, and all your friends to consider staying with JT or Bree even. If not than we will had to find you else where to stay. Not because your crazy at all, but because you had had a mental break. That has nothing to do with being crazy or not but its a must to have someone here, or for you to go and be with someone else. I don't want to force you at all because thats not how I like to do things so I would like it if you would do it on your own...please."

Getting Alec's phone call Misty couldn't help her own excitement bubble over as she sat on her desk. She new Alec had been still looking for a job and it had been driving him crazy not to find anything. Hearing how exicted he was now was a good feeling for Misty.

   "Oh wow Alec that's great. I am so happy for you. When do you start?"

Looking at the words over and over again for a long moment and studying it Janet didn;t know Clay all that well but from what she did know he didn't seem like the time to do anything dumb. And yet could they be wrong?

   "Well I dont think Clay seems like someone who might harm themselves. More like an active imagination or just revealing some stress."

Glancing at the paper again and just holding it Janet can't help but take note really to how well it was written. It flowed nicely, made sense and painted a picture in ones head.

   "We could always ask him about it. And it is rather well written."

Dark Wings

Gunner chewed on his lower lip, not looking to Hope, but still listening. He finally shook his head. "I don't wanna burden JT...or Bree." He remained on the floor and started rocking slightly, not even realizing it was a dead giveaway for how nervous and stressed out he was. "It's not fair...not fair to Bree...None of this."

He tried to think straight. Tried to clear his mind. But it felt like he was trapped inside a thick fog with no light to guide him out. Never had he felt so confused and unable to think. 

"I forgot everything," he whimpered. "Why can't I forget about this? Why am I cursed? I just...I want to give up. It's not worth fighting anymore. Just not worth it." 

He turned his eyes to Hope with a pitiful look of desperation. "Am I really going crazy? Too crazy to stay here by myself?" His gaze lowered. "My parents wouldn't be very proud of me, would they?"

"Hey, Misty..." Alec stood in the kitchen on the phone, having just called Misty's cell phone. He knew she was at work, but he was dying to talk to her. 

"I just wanted to let you know that when I was out today, I brought some ice cream home...to celebrate... 'cause... I got a job." A genuine smile was on his face. "It's with the city - I can't figure who put in a good word for me, but somebody must have, since they turned me down once before. Anyway, I get to do work like cleaning up sidewalks, mowing grass at the park, stuff like that." He couldn't help the excitement in his voice. 

"They're gonna give me tasks to do on a weekly basis, and I can work up to thirty hours. If what they give me isn't enough, I can find stuff to do, too. I figure that, plus the few hours with Carson... I can finally start paying you some rent."

Rick sat in the kitchen with Janet, having taken time to come home for lunch. Clay was out job hunting, and it was just as well for the moment. 

"What do you make of this?" Rick furrowed his brow as he studied the handwritten words. He'd found the paper crumpled by the bathroom waste basket, and would have thrown it away - as was probably intended - but some of the words had caught his attention. 

"Dark wings spread to circle high

Above the blood red moon.

Descending into black for prey below,

I shake.

But not in fear.

Muscles poised ready to fire

My arrow into his heart.

Death.

One must die tonight.

Avoiding razor talons, I must fight

Lest I become

One of them.

Dark creature of the night,

Thirsty for slaughter.

For my flesh.

But I am prepped for battle

One arrow pulled to aim.

Yet I find

There is no heart to pierce.

Dark wings spread around me,

Lifting me high

Towards the blood red moon.

I've lost myself.

No longer man.

But a creature of the night.

And heartless, I fall."

Rick sat back and finished off his iced tea. "I didn't know Clay wrote at all, let alone anything so dark. Think its anything to be concerned about?" 

 

Understand more

Pulling a chair out Hope sits down listening to Gunner again. Hearing what happened on his way home she  understood a little better what might be going on and how it was very possible that Gunner had a psychotic break. After having something like that throw into your face it was very possible.

   "I can see how something like that could of made you break down. Having something like that thrown in your face can do that when its traumatic."

Tapping her fingers on the counter for a second. This whole thing took a new turn now. A different direction but at least Hope understood why now. She anger was a little less, and there was much more understanding. If Gunner had only said this from the start than she would of been able to work with this sooner.

   "Being alone right now I dont think is a good thing Gunner. Not because I think you would intentionally hurt yourself, but on mistake. Leave a stove on, fall down the steps, or anything like that."

Hope takes another breath. She did what should could to let Gunner know she didn't think he would mean to hard himself seeing as that was on of the big issues he kept saying. She just wanted to make sure he was going to be ok.

   "Maybe you could stay with JT for a little bit."

Live...Die...

Gunner didn't interrupt Hope, but just listened for a moment before he turned back around and looked at the kitchen counter that had all the random food items on it. His shoulders slouched and he started to slowly put things back away. His stomach growled again, but this time he ignored it once more. 

It took him longer than it should have to find where everything should go, and when he finally turned to Hope again, his eyes were holding tears that hadn't yet spilled over. 

"It was on the way home." He spoke quietly...sadly. "From work...or JT's...or something. I saw a car wreck and...I dunno..." His eyes fell to the floor. "I was already thinking about things, so it all came back and...I just couldn't help it." 

He moved past Hope without explanation, and entered the living room where he sunk to the floor to sit in front of the couch. He pulled his knees up and stared into space for several quiet moments. "I can't stop it," he whispered. "No matter how hard I try...I can't not think about it. I have to solve it. I don't know how to control it." He paused to swallow hard, and tried to maintain control of his chaotic emotions. "I want to stop it...I want to solve it...I want to live...I want to die." His focus remains on nothingness, as if he'd forgotten Hope was even present. "It's all just...a blur...pulling me in opposite directions...and no rest...ever. I don't know who I am anymore."


Trent can't help but smile and he shakes his head at Thirteen, amused at her excitement. And...deep down...it felt good, too. It hadn't been easy for him to make this step and come, but...maybe it really was worth it. 

"I don't care what we do," he answered. "Honest. Whether we stay here, go for a ten-hour walk, or drive 'til the wheels fall off. It's completely up to you. I know you gotta work too though, so I don't wanna disrupt your schedule too much." 

Got to change

Once inside and offering her dad a chair Thirteen brings some water before sitting down. There were so many things she had wanted to say and do with her dad. But now that he was there it all seemed lost.  She was just happy he was here now.

   "So dinner a movie, and than maybe tomorrow I can show you around with Ryder."

Thirteen smiles and she moves around in her seat a little bit. She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She just felt like she was bubbling over and she wanted everyone to meet Trent it was hard for her to slow her brain down.

   "I know since you just got here you wont want to travel around more today.  So we can relax and worry about that tomorrow. Ok?"

Following Gunner around as he moves Hope listened to all he had to say. Parts of what the words he spoke hurt, and made her cringe on the inside but she wouldn't say anything, she wouldn't let it bother her. She new he was confuse and hurt but this had to stop. This was unhealthy and it had to stop.

   "Yes Gunner you did. This has got to stop. You have got to see how this is unhealthy this has gotten."

Hope looked at Gunner with concern and with a look that showed she really did care for him and she wanted to do what was best. She just wanted to help, and make things better and at least help him over come this.
  
   "You are for getting things, being confused, spouting off without thinking, and not seeing the help that is being offered to you. This had to change before its to late Gunner. We are all just trying to help you Gunner. That is all anyone is trying to do before Bree wont have someone left to marry, and before you drive youself to madness."

Confused

"I think I might just do that." Jared brushed a strand of hair from Grace's face before leaning down and giving her a final gentle kiss on the lips. "Goodnight...and thanks."

It wasn't easy getting himself to bed once Grace was gone, but he managed. His mother had come home at some point - he imagined earlier in the evening, but she'd done a good job at making herself scarce...something he'd have to thank her for later, since he knew how hard it must have been for her not to keep an eye on him and Grace.

Once in bed, he was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was exhausted, but his dreams were sweet. It had been a good day.


Hearing Hope's voice, Gunner sighed. He'd figured she'd call, and resented it that she'd shown up here again. Couldn't anybody leave him alone?

Getting himself up off the floor, he left his bedroom, his bare feet scuffing on the carpet. "What's going on is I'm trying to think for myself," he growled. He came into the living room and stopped, folding his arms to accompany his glare at Hope. "Had a lot of time to think the last couple days, and all I can figure is you all are having fun manipulating me. Reese has me on an 'or-else' leash, and you come hunting me down if I miss an appointment."

Without waiting for a response, he turned his back and aimed for the kitchen. "And if Reese wants to fire me 'cause I don't wanna talk to a shrink, then so be it. If he feels that way about me, then it isn't worth sticking around anyway."

His stomach growled for the umpteenth time that day, convincing him to finally eat something. He grabbed a box of cereal and poured some in a bowl, but it wasn't until he was halfway to the refrigerator that he realized it was afternoon...breakfast was for mornings, and the morning had passed.

Switching gears, he poured the cereal back into the box and went to make a sandwich instead. Even then, he had difficulty figuring out just what was supposed to go on a sandwich, and when he got everything spread out on the counter, he wasn't sure why he'd retrieved the bag of carrots and an apple...and apparently he hadn't thought about lunch meat. Was it mayo or mustard he liked? He stared at the two containers, not completely sure.

Only when he'd given up and turned around did he realize Hope was still there. After staring at her for a moment, he blinked, turned back to his food, then glanced over his shoulder at her. The anger was gone. All that was left was a look of confusion, as if he had no idea what he was doing. "I was supposed to come see you today, wasn't I?"


Trent chuckled and shook his head at Thirteen. "Don't need a thing, though I suppose by suppertime, my stomach might complain. I, um..." He glanced at Ryder, then back to his daughter. "...Guess I didn't have any plans or anything. Just sorta took off from the ranch without much thought as to what I'd do once I got here." 

His expression turned sheepish. "I never was much for planning." 

Ryder grinned. He squeezed Thirteen's hand and gave her a kiss on the check before letting her go. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You two figure out what to do the rest of the day." 

Let you know

Lifting her head to look at Jared Grace's eyes were groggy proving that maybe, just maybe she had been sleeping too. It had been so comfortable though, and Jared was a nice pillow did she really have to go?

   "Do I have to....your so comfortable."

Though she was comfortable and really didn't want to move Grace new it was getting late and she had too. The movie was almost over and though she hadn't seen any of it she didn't much mind. The night had been a good one and she really had enjoyed it.

   "It's getting late. I guess I really should go. Call me tomorrow?"

   "Reese, I just wanted to let you know Gunner missed his appointment with me today. I'm going to be heading over to his house now to see whats up. I just though I should let you know."

Letting out a long sigh Hope hang's up the phone before standing and grabbing her jacket. She didn't know why Gunner had not shown up but it irritated her. Didn't he want his job back, to get better? Or did he just want to go back to Northside?

Getting to Gunner's house didn't take long at all and it gave Hope a little time to calm down. Going to the door and giving a knock Hope waits. Once again getting know answer she enters. 

   "Gunner...you missed your appointment...whats going on?"

Finally letting go of Trent Thirteen can't help the smile that was still on her face. Knowing everything was ok and her dad just wanted to come to see them made her feel good. She missed him very much and was happy he was here now.

   "Of course we don't mind. We were just talking about what to do for dinner. Now we just need to add one more to the list and that is ok with me."

Taking her dad's hand in her own and Ryder's in her other hand Thirteen leads them into he house. The smile was still spread across her face. She couldn't even start to describe how happy she was right now. He two favorite guys right here with her now. It was an amazing feeling.

   "Are you hungry? Need anything?"

Missed Appointment

Jared wasn't sure if he'd ever had a woman curl up on him like this before, for the simple pleasure of being near him. There had always been more expected. But while there were still temptations, he found himself enjoying this moment very much. It was simple. It was innocent. 

Keeping his arms wrapped around Grace, he kissed her lightly on the head. His eyes closed all on their own, proving just how exhausted he was. For him, this had been quite a busy day. He wouldn't trade any of it though, even if he could...

...Jared's head jerked up and he realized he'd dozed off for the last few minutes. He sighed deeply and gave Grace an extra squeeze. "You stay here much longer keeping me all warm and cozy, I'm gonna fall asleep," he teased. He really didn't care about what was playing on television. They'd missed most of the movie anyway, being too involved with each other. 

Gunner gave Bree's hand a squeeze in return before running his fingers playfully through her hair. "I know. Let's just forget about all this tonight though, okay? I just wanna enjoy your company." 

As it turned out, Gunner avoided any more talk about his problems the rest of the evening. He wound up falling asleep on the couch, then waking up only to bid Bree goodnight, then go to bed. Taking what Hope gave him helped. At least he didn't have to deal with any nightmares, and he slept the night through for the first time in ages. 

The next day was a long one. Not having work to go to, it left is mind with too much time to think, and his apartment wound up a mess once again, with his research strewn all about. He napped through lunch, then was back to the paperwork once again.

Come Friday, there was little he was thinking about, other than the case. He'd spent a little time with Bree and was sleeping better as long as he took something before bed. But even so, one look would tell anybody that he was under so much stress that he was ready to either have an anxiety attack or slip a cog. And he really wasn't sure which it might be either. What he did know was that he'd decided not to go in to TJY. And as such, he purposely missed his one o'clock appointment with Hope. Instead, when he should have been meeting with her, he sat on the floor of his bedroom, leaned back against his bed. He wore a wrinkled t-shirt and pair of jeans that he'd slept in the night before, and he hadn't shaven for two days. Yet he really didn't notice. All he knew was that something was wrong. Somewhere. Inside. It wasn't right. None of it was. Where were the answers?

Hearing a car, Trent pried is eyes open from his brief nap. He tilted back his hat and looked up to see a vehicle pull into the driveway. His stomach flipped when he saw Thirteen get out of the car. 

Getting himself to his feet, it was just in time to be enveloped in her hug. He grinned rather sheepishly and hugged her back. "Hey, you... I just thought I'd drop by." 

He pulled himself back and gave his daughter a long look before smiling again. "I haven't been waiting long - just long enough for my old bones to have a nap."

"G'day, Trent." Ryder smiled and offered him a handshake. This was certainly a surprise, but a good one. Thirteen deserved a visit from her dad. 

"Hi, Ryder." Trent nodded and returned the handshake. "How's things going?"

"Eh - alright, I reckon. Keeping your daughter in line is the hardest part." 

Trent chuckled and shook his head. "For some reason, I don't believe you." He winked at Thirteen. "I hope you don't mind I didn't call first. Figured I'd stay a few days if it's alright."

Excitment

Grace didn't mind that that minutes passes with just sitting there. No matter what being in Jared's arms made it feel like there was no time. She felt comfortable, safe, like nothing in the world could touch them. This was safe, Jared was safe, and oh so comforting something that maybe he didn't even know.

   "Your welcome Jared. You have many people who believe in you even if it dosn't seem like it. I am just happy I am the lucky one to come and work on your legs and get to know you."

Leaning her head on Jared's chest Grace lets out a content sigh. She was content to say the least. This had turned into something more than she could of asked for. Was this part of God's plan too? Grace could only imagen so and the next step she hoped was to get Jared to come to church with her. That would make everthing perfect.

Sitting up again and looking at the pizza on the table it was almost like Bree lost her own appatite for the food, Witch was very unlike her since pizza was something she loved the most. But she just felt to bad, and to worried herself on what would happen.

   "It's ok...the pizza is not going anywhere. I can take a few moments from it."

Placing her hand in Gunner's Bree gives it a squeeze. She wasn't sure what else to do or say even thought she wanted too. Gunner had been the best thing that ever walked into her life and she didn't want to lost him. Maybe if she talked to her Uncle he would know what to do, but that would have to wait till tomorrow.

   "I'll be here...no matter what Gunner...always."

   "So what should we have for dinner?"

Thirteen new it was a little easily to be talking about dinner but Ryder had gotten off work a little early today and she wasn't sure how to plan the rest of the day. So picking food was always a good option, at least to her.

Pulling into the driveway Thirteens eyes fall on the person who was sitting on the front steps. Looking to Ryder and than back to the man she found that odd. Looking a little more intently Thirteen perked up slightly. No...that couldn't be who she thought it was.

   "What...."

Getting out of the car and walking rather quickly up to the steps Thirteen can't hold back her surprise or excitement. It had been a long time since she had seen Trent last.

   "Dad?"

Coming even closer and seeing it really was her dad Thirteen throws her arms around him and gives him a tight hug burring her face into his neck. She couldn't help it, it had been so long ans she really had missed him so.

   "What are you doing here? I hope you wernt waiting long."

Questions

Jared was pleased that Grace would move close to him. One, it was enjoyable, and two, it proved she trusted him, even if he didn't yet trust himself. 

As she moved onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and smiled. He didn't care if it hurt - there was no way he was passing this up, and he wouldn't complain. Having her in is arms felt too good. 

Returning her kiss again, he just held her close and took his time. He didn't know how long it had been before he eventually pulled away, and even then, it was only to catch his breath. He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled, still holding her close as one hand absentmindedly rubbed her back.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For believing in me." 

Gunner couldn't feel worse about what was happening. He hated seeing Bree worried, and wished he could just forget about everything and move on. But every time he tried, it was as if an invisible force took over and pulled him right back in again. 

"I hope I find it too," he responded lamely. "I guess I just don't understand what the big deal is if I obsess a little. I mean, who cares? So I throw papers around and study them. So what? Reese shouldn't care as long as I'm getting my other work done, and nobody should care about what I do in my own apartment." 

He knew he was just going around in circles. He knew Bree was on his side, and arguing was pointless. And he also knew that he had much bigger issues than just obsessing over a buried case. He had no control over his nightmares, and they were getting the best of him lately. But what could Hope do about that, other than keep him on something to help him sleep? He couldn't go the rest of his life on meds for that - or at least, he didn't want to. He'd rather solve the stupid case so he could forget about it. Maybe if he solved it, he'd quit feeling like he wanted to jump off a bridge too.

Realizing he'd fallen quiet, he looked to Bree again and tried to smile. It didn't come out very well though. "I took you away from your pizza." 

A taxi pulled up to the curb and parked, its engine still running. A thinly built man, perhaps looking somewhat weary, exited the back seat and put his cowboy hat back on his head before grabbing his single duffelbag. After paying the driver, he walked slowly towards the house, his boots clicking lightly on the sidewalk.

Once up the porch and in front of the door, Trent raised his hand, hesitated, then rang the doorbell. After a second try with no answer, he assumed everyone was at work. Not surprising, since it was early afternoon, and anyone would have told him to call first, but he'd preferred to keep his coming here a surprise. He hoped no one would mind. He figured Jasmine would be glad to see him, and Ryder probably wouldn't have any complaints, and Katie was most likely busy with work and her boyfriend.

At least it was a nice day out today. Easing down on the porch, he stretched out his legs and used his bag as a pillow, tilting his hat down to shade his face. He didn't mind waiting for someone to come home. After the trip, he was a bit tired anyway.

"So it was nice?"

"Of course." Jason sipped a Mountain Dew and leaned his elbows on the dining room table while staring at the chess board. 

Con looked back at him and cocked his head. "Well, you haven't said much about it."

Jason chuckled while continuing to study the black and white pieces. "It was a wedding. I sang. Phil and Jen sang. Kyle and Alice said 'I do.' It was great."

Con still wasn't convinced there wasn't more. "Then why have you been moping ever since you got here?"

"I haven't been moping!"

"Yes you have." 

"Have not!" Jason finally decided to move a pawn. "Your move."

Con concentrated on the board again. "Have fun showing off your girlfriend while you were there?" 

Jason quirked an eyebrow and waited for Con to look up at him. "I always have fun going out with her."

Con grinned. "Did you dance?" 

"Sure. Well, as much as I dance. So did Kyle." Jason laughed. "I haven't seen him have so much fun in ages."

"Didn't he and Misty date once?"

"Yeah. I'm glad they can still be friends. Even Kyle's old friend Hunter was there and they got along great. All in all, it was a neat wedding, and the weather was great to have it outside."

"So..." Con moved a knight. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing!" Jason moved another pawn. 

"Well, there's something going on with you." Con moved his queen. 

"You're imagining things." Jason took no time in thinking before moving a knight. 

Con rolled his eyes and pointed at the board. "You just left yourself wide open for checkmate, and you say nothing's going on?"

Jason looked back at the board quickly, then slouched in his seat. "Oops."

"Yeah." Con started setting the board back up again. "So what's with you? Other than being lonely since Misty's having an evening with Alec and Mackenzie." 

Jason smirked. He took another swig of pop before retrieving his own pieces. "Nothing's with me. Nothing's going on, and nothing is wrong. I've just been thinking, that's all." 

Con paid close attention to make sure he was catching everything being said. "About what?" 

"I dunno." Jason shrugged. "Just watching Kyle and Alice get married...got me to thinking."

Con's eyebrows rose. "About...marriage?" 

"Well, yeah." 

"As in...you getting married?" 

Jason's gaze snapped back up. "No, not me. Just marriage in general. Like..." His brow furrowed as he tried to put into words what he'd been feeling all evening. "Like how important it is. I mean, Kyle and Alice just promised to spend their lives together until death. It's serious business." 

Con had a hard time not laughing. "Um...yeah, that's...that's how it works there, Jase."

Jason threw him a smirk before making the first chess move. "I just mean that maybe I look at married couples a little differently now. Like it's nothing to be disrespected or toyed with. I see people like you and Jamie, and if you two ever had trouble or something, I'd realize how serious it was. Not that I didn't take marriage seriously before, it was just sorta a lightbulb moment or something." He rolled his eyes. "And now I feel stupid." 

Con finally laughed, but tried not to tease too much. It was obvious that Jason was having trouble processing something. He met Jason's pawn with his own. "Don't feel stupid. I've had a few lightbulb moments of my own, you know." As a whiff of something good hit his nose, he lifted his head. "Hey, Jamie!" he yelled towards the kitchen. "Are you just gonna torture us with the smell of those chocolate chip cookies all night, or do we get to eat any?" 

Jason bit his lip to keep from laughing. He was glad his big friend was on an upswing. After being down for so long, it was nice to see Con smiling again. A new and more comfortable hearing aid had helped, as did some steady income from his job at the lumberyard. Jason could tell that Con was still somewhat unsettled and dissatisfied with the work he had, but at least things were a little better than they had been after he'd left the Elite team.

"Well?"

Jason snapped back to attention, realizing it was his turn again. "Oh. Sorry." He opted to move his bishop.

"So...that's it? Just a lightbulb moment today?" 

Jason shrugged again. "I dunno. Just...thinking about...people...like..."

Con waited for Jason to finish his slow sentence. 

"Misty." 

"Oh?" Con made another move. "She and Carson are divorced now, aren't they?"

"No...not yet. Carson hasn't signed the papers yet."

"I see." Con wasn't sure yet if he understood Jason's angle or not, but it was apparent that something really was bothering him. "So...?"

Jason sighed and abandoned the game to look up at Con once more. "So I guess maybe I got to thinking about Misty still being married. I mean...she's all set on the divorce and everything, and I don't think we've done anything wrong, but..." 

Con continued to wait patiently. 

"Well I see Carson once in a while and I talk to Alec and Mackenzie, and it sounds like Carson's doing just awful. He misses Misty so bad, and he's stuck with his story about never meaning to mess things up. I was really angry with him before. I care about Misty - always have, so to see her wronged like that, it just really turned my stomach. Carson was stupid, no doubt." 

"But?" 

"Well...after seeing the wedding today...maybe I thought about me being somebody hindering Misty and Carson getting back together." 

Con blinked in surprise. "You think they should?"

"What I think doesn't matter, does it? I mean, that's the whole point. I decided Carson was wrong, and opted to step in for Misty. Figured I was doing the right thing. But it was never my place to judge, was it?" 

Con leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That's as tough one, Jase. It's obvious that Carson made some bad decisions, and he's paying some pretty hefty consequences. It isn't our job to judge, but we do need to choose to act accordingly. You think dating Misty wasn't the right choice?"

"I...don't know anymore. I thought it was, but...now I'm not so sure." 

"Not happy with her?"

"I didn't say that. On the contrary, I love being with her. She's great and she and I really seem to click." Jason went to take another sip of Mountain Dew, only to find his can was empty. "I guess maybe today I started to wonder if me being happy was wrongly taking priority over someone's marriage. I mean, if Carson signs the papers and all, and it's over, then that's something else. But they're still married... Well, I suppose if later down the road I saw Kyle and Alice split, I'd think about seeing them as they were today, and about their promises. And maybe I owe that to Misty and Carson too." 

Con was quiet for several moments as a caring smile spread on his lips. "That's quite a switch there, Hotshot." 

"You think I'm crazy?"

"No, but I do wonder what you'll do now."

"That's a good question." Jason tried to focus on the chess game again, but found he still couldn't. "I really care about her, Con. And she needs someone, especially with the baby coming and all... What would you do?" 

"Mm..." Con moved his rook, giving him time to think. "I'm not sure. While you are afraid now you're hindering a commitment between two people, you yourself have also made a commitment." 

"Yeah." Jason scooted back to fold his arms on the table, then rest his chin on his hands. "When did life get so complicated?" 

Con chuckled. "When Adam and Eve sinned." He waited until Jason looked up at him. "But for what it's worth, I think maybe you had that lightbulb moment for a reason - whether to change your actions or just give you some insights. My advice is to sit on it a wile and see how you feel again in a few days."