Whispered Words

As Katie accepts his offer, Jason can't help his grin. At least this broke up the day a little bit. He led the way to his office, and once the door was open, Trooper stood from where he'd been laying. Spotting Katie, he gave a deep but quiet woof and his tail started to wag. Coming over to her, he, very easily, put his front paws up on her shoulders and started licking her face.

Jason let Katie fend for herself, knowing good and well the giant of a dog wouldn't hurt her. They were friends, after all. Actually, without any incidents as of late, the dog might actually have a chance at being around every day like he used to be.

Sitting in his chair, Jason just watched Katie and Trooper, still smiling. As much as he tried to ignore his feelings...he missed this. There was no way he could ever go back to what once was. They'd both played a part in destroying what could have been. But...at least there were moments here and there...right? 

As he watched Katie, he noticed the light bouncing off her red hair, making it sparkle. Her eyes were lit up as she played with Trooper, making them oh so deep like never-ending pools. Her...

Jason halted his thoughts and dropped his gaze to try and concentrate on work. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. 


Kirk's eyes had gone wide and his hand touched his face tenderly where he'd just been slapped. She had quite swing, and he was glad it hadn't been a fist. Listening to her go off on him, his expression didn't change much, and before standing, he wrote a couple more notes. 

Getting to his feet, he sighed deeply. "I can exit myself, thank you. But know this, Ms. Johnson... you're not helping the Elite by losing your temper. The FBI sees facts, and the fact is, you're walking on thin ice." 

He nodded to her. "Thank you for your time." 

Many eyes had snapped to the scene as Sapphire's voice had risen, and now those same eyes followed Kirk as he exited. Once he was gone, a new face slowly poked around the corner.

Scott's expression was a worried one. He'd heard the commotion and was going to interfere but Kirk had left too quickly. He and Sapphire might not have the greatest relationship but that didn't mean he wouldn't defend his sister. "You okay?" he asked softly.


Angel's slamming pencil brought Lane's attention up and his eyes widened as she entered the room. Still at a loss, he simply straightened to watch, wondering if anything she said could even make a difference. 

Amber gave Angel a disinterested look as she explained herself and the situation further. She folded her arms and sighed. "I'm sure you are very good at what you do," she replied coolly. "But I don't need to see any medical records. You see, I'm his mother, and I know exactly what he needs." 

Travis slowly got to his feet, hiding how much it hurt. 

Amber smiled in satisfaction and glanced back to Angel. "See? He'll be just fine. And don't worry, I don't blame you. You're not the one who will be paying for this absurd incident." 

Travis stepped closer to his mother, his height above hers now obvious as he looked down at her. "I'm sorry...but I can't go with you." 

"Of course you can." Amber frowned at him. "Get your shoes on." 

Travis' eyes went first to his father, then Angel, then back to his mother. Bending down close, he whispered something in her ear.

She recoiled, her face paling slightly. Glancing around, she composed herself and tilted her chin in the air. "Alright. Fine. You know the consequences." 

"And so do you," he replied evenly. There was a biting edge to his tone that could send chills down one's spine.

Amber swallowed hard. "I hope you're happy," she responded. "Because when you finally get home, things are going to be much, much different." Spinning on her heel, she stomped out of the room, then back outside, letting the door slam behind her. 

As soon as she was gone, Travis started to collapse, and he grabbed Angel to keep from falling. The stress of the situation had been too much. Lane automatically stepped forward to help, but Travis held up a hand to stop him, followed by a glare. "Don't even." 

Lane drew back, the pain returning to his face. Obviously he was still bitter about being left in the dark. It was Lane's own fault and he knew it...but his son's rejection still hurt like nothing else. 

Travis leaned heavily on Angel, wincing as his ribs retaliated against the movement, and his head spun. "I'm sorry about my mother," he apologized. "She won't be coming back." 

How could he be so sure? Lane's brow furrowed. "What did you say to her?" 

"That's between her and me." Travis turned back to the bed, needing Angel's help so as not to fall.