4/5/12
Not To
Silent Invitation
He takes another bite of sandwich. Although, she had brought him something to eat.
Katie's comment about Kyle sends Hunter's gaze shooting back up again. Locking eyes with her, his shoulders slouch a little, his expression turning to one that mixed anger, regret and sadness. Kyle had talked about him? He wondered if it had been good. Did Kyle remember their fight over Alice? Did he remember their rivalry? Or did he just choose to remember the good and ignore the rift between them?
"Yeah... nice to meet you too, I guess." His eyes do not drop from hers. "You don't know where Kyle lives now, do you?" He wouldn't guess that Kyle was still living with Phil at this point.
Stacy's question turn's Eric's head as he continues to use his arms as a pillow. A little grin surfaces again. She must really have liked doing this before. Why not again? He had nothing better to do, and in all honesty, he was enjoying himself. "Sure..."
Just watching her for a few long minutes, he finally picks himself up and finds a nice spot on some hay bales, stretching out his legs and leaning back where he still had a clear view of the night sky. Settling in, he folds his arms, tucking his jacket in a little tighter. It wasn't really cold up here, but there was a bit of a cool breeze in the air tonight.
As quietness settles over the hayloft, Eric's eyes wander back to Stacy once more. He felt just a little silly that he was over here and she was on the other side. Half a smile emerges and he nods to the empty spot beside him, silently inviting her if she felt so inclined.
4/4/12
Half Hour
Great Job
Still eating, his eyes follow her as he stands, and he throws up a hand in irritation, talking with his mouth partially full. "I do too know what happened! I just told you! Oy!"
He shakes his head. "Thick-headed...." He stops there, figuring it was best. "Thanks for getting my bike back though. At least I've got some way to get home if I'm ever released - although maybe your boss wants to ask me about some other things, of which I apparently know nothing."
Eric finally looks up, only to find that Stacy was trying to catch his eye again. He lets her, only because he knew she couldn't see how red his face was.
He believed what she said about God, and a new smile emerges. Seeing her faith was... refreshing. They could have been sent any number of people to be the security around here. But it had wound up not only being the mother of a daughter who needed a place like this, but a godly woman who could relate to everyone else here who had strong faith.
Stacy's final comment only proves to bring back the heat in Eric's face, and his eyebrows automatically rise. That was coming from her... not Ashlee. Did Stacy...really respect him that much?
He clears his throat and tries to laugh it off. "Well, thanks, but I think my opportunities have all passed me up as far as that goes."
Getting stiff from where he'd been sitting, he stretches his arms, wincing as his shoulders cramp. He'd lifted a bit too much today, apparently. Sliding his feet out, he rolls onto his stomach, using his folded arms as a rest for his chin. He couldn't see the stars this way, but it felt better on his sore shoulders and he sighs deeply.
"For the record..." His voice was a little quieter and just a little muffled as he spoke against his arm. "I think you've done a great job with Ashlee. She's a fine young woman."
Father
Eric's comment about always wanting a daughter makes Stacy's smile grow. Maybe thats why he was so good with Ash and like she had said it was something she needed and Stacy was thankful it was being offered to her. Seeing Eric was a little embarrassed Stacy tilts her head a little bit to try and catch his eye.
Hotter
He's about to comment, but stops as Stacy continues. And as she finishes about Ash respecting him, he suddenly finds his face turning just a bit hotter - and he's glad it's dark up here. Why he felt embarrassed, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was because he hadn't realized until now just what kind of role he'd begun to take on in Ashley's eyes. Or Stacy's, for that matter. She... apparently approved, though, of Eric being a male figure in her daughter's life. He thinks for a moment of the other men at the ranch, and it takes only a second or two to realize that Ashley didn't hang out with any of them. Not even Jeff - though his efforts had been obvious. Was Eric... really that important?
Realizing he hadn't said anything, his surprise and awkwardness suddenly surfaces as a light chuckle and he shakes his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I..." He looks at the floor, his fingers shredding a piece of hay. "You're welcome. I guess I just didn't, um..." His eyes weave their way back up to Stacy, though his body language made it obvious he felt undeserving of the thanks and, really, the compliment. "I didn't think what I was doing was that important I guess. I mean I understand, I just..."
He bites his lip. "...Maybe I always wanted a daughter."
As soon as he'd said it, his cheeks become ten times hotter. Finding the piece of hay in his hand very interesting, he stares at it intently, morbidly embarrassed. It wasn't that he was being dishonest about how he felt about Ashlee, but his words had implied much more than he'd intended about not only the relationship with the girl, but Stacy as well. All he could hope now was that he hadn't just offended Stacy with his comment.
"I... I'm sorry that... that didn't... come out right."
"What?" Hunter's confusion grows. He takes another bite of his sandwich, using it to give him time to gather his thoughts.
"Accident? There are accidents all the time, but if you're referring to that explosion, it was some dumb guy trying to hype up his engine and he didn't know what he was doing." He shrugs. "I was there. Right after a race."
He shakes his head, frustrated. "Look, is that why I'm here? Or are you guys just taking advantage of the opportunity that I was picked up last night?"
Finishing the first half of his sandwich, he smirks a little at Katie. "It wouldn't have been that hard to find me, and I would have been more than willing to answer any questions. I still am. But if that's what this is all about, for heaven's sake, release me from my original arrest charge, I'll pay my fine, and then you can ask me all the questions you want in a more comfortable room. Or lunch. Whichever is more fun for you."
Respect
Missing
Eying the sandwich and water, his stomach growls again. He wouldn't refuse food. At least it would satisfy his appetite and help his mouth taste better too. Wandering to the extra chair, he rolls his eyes at her comment about complying. Did she think he was some thug who would only talk while under Chinese torture? He swivels the chair around and straddles it backwards, going for the sandwich first. "Thanks for not wanting me to starve. I really didn't want to die that way."
Unwrapping the food, he prepares for questions about last night - who his friends were, what they'd been up to, and if they'd done the same things at other places. As he takes a bite of sandwich though, Katie's question catches him off guard. His eyebrow quirks and he chews slowly, just staring across at her for several long moments.
"Ryan McKade, huh?" He'd been arrested by the Elite instead of the city cops. He'd been held much longer than expected. Now he was being questioned about something that had absolutely nothing to do with the night before. Was there something he didn't know?
Swallowing his bite, he nods. Picking out a little piece of ham that was ready to fall from the sandwich, he nibbles on it then looks at Katie again. His suspicions were rising, but his curiosity kept him from being belligerent. "Well, I would probably say I race against her." He flashes her a wry grin, his eyes no longer glazed over as they'd been the night before.
Unscrewing the cap on the bottle of water, he takes a long swig. "Quite honestly though... I have absolutely no idea why you're asking me about her. As far as I know, I was arrested for disturbing the peace last night. A few spots are foggy, but I don't remember Ryan being in the mix. What am I missing here?"
Eric chuckles at Stacy's comment about going fast. She was never going to let him live that down... not that he minded. It was rather funny now.
Her question slowly turns his smile into more of a pensive expression as his mind relives the past. "Hmm..." He sighs deeply, letting his eyes wander to the dark hayloft ceiling. "It was an accident during a race - my horse stumbled. Nobody ever figured out exactly what happened but my mount broke her leg and had to be put down. Me... I remember seeing the track, and it was like I was flying in slow motion towards the dirt."
He hadn't thought about this in quite a while, and only now realized that it was a little harder to talk about it than he would have guessed. His eyes remain on the rafters. "The only thing I remember after that is waking up in the hospital. I had a broken leg, fractured arm and neck... mostly though it was a bad hit to the head that took me down." He sighs again. "They figured I got hit in the head with a hoof. It was bad enough that I lost some memory, some motor skills, and I had to relearn things like how to read and write and do math. My balance was thrown way off kilter too, and there was no way I could race again. So... I started driving truck, and... I guess... I never stopped."
Finally letting his eyes come back down to Stacy, he turns his head, still resting back against the hay. He wasn't smiling now. "I miss racing... a lot. I'm too old now anyway, but it was fun while it lasted. Mick and I rode together most races. We were an unstoppable pair and were known for tying our races on purpose. We always had a bandanna that we'd hold between us right when we got to the finish line, so we were both winners. After my accident though... he raced for a while til life got rough but I never set foot on a track again."
He shrugs. "But... I managed to learn and function again... I was eventually able to get back in the saddle... and... here I am."
Maybe all that was more than Stacy had wanted to hear. But Eric wasn't embarrassed. On the contrary, he felt... peaceful. Talking to Stacy, he just didn't have to worry about what she might think or say, and he didn't feel awkward sharing about himself. A new grin emerges. "That's the short version."
Speed
4/3/12
Long time ago
Taking another swig of coffee, he eyes the cot in the corner of the room. He wasn't tired. He was too keyed up yet. Despite being riled earlier from meeting up with Kyle, though, he really didn't feel very irritated at the moment. Alcohol usually did that to him. Mellowed him out, that is. Oh, he'd get a bit wound up if he was with his buddies, but if left by himself, all he'd do was sink deeper into a pit of melancholy that would coat his bitterness and pain just long enough to fool him into thinking he'd found a cure for his misery. He wouldn't tell anyone that getting rowdy with the boys tonight... wasn't really all that much fun.
Alice's question rings in his years and he tries to block it out, taking another long swallow of coffee. Nothing had happened to him. He'd simply chosen to look out for himself for once and it was quite profitable.
Finished with his coffee, he leaves the cup on the table and wanders to the cot, flopping down. Despite being awake, it was more comfortable here than the metal chair...
"...so we released Brad already an hour ago, but decided to hold Hunter a bit longer." Standing outside the cubicle, Reese hands Katie a file to start. It was the next morning, and TJY was once again bustling with activity. "Since that guy you and Gunner worked on before didn't give us any leads as to whether or not the Agency is present at the races, I want to see if you can get anything out of Hunter. I called Eli McKade and he says Hunter is at almost all the races and popular, so he's in the loop. If anything is really happening there we need to know about, he might be the key. If not, we will probably drop the case and assume that the Agency really isn't involved in that circle at all."
Hunter paces the holding cell like a caged animal, his stomach complaining that it hadn't been fed yet. He checks his watch for the umpteenth time. Why hadn't he been released yet? What was the holdup? No one had checked on him yet today - although he had a feeling that the camera up in the corner was doing its job. But why was he still being held? He didn't get it.
Running his hands over his face, he longs for not only some breakfast, but for his toothbrush. It was bad enough having a headache to remind him of what he'd been into the night before, but added on to everything else, this was a pretty miserable way to start the day.
Eric chuckles softly. "Yeah... when I was younger, I always wanted to stay up late. Now I want to go to bed and can't. Go figure."
Scooting back a few inches from the open door, he leans his head back against the stack of hay and studies Stacy across from him. She'd really had a nice time before? If it were true, he was glad. He'd... enjoyed her company too, as he was now.
Turning his head to look outside again, he sighs quietly. "Nice night out. Reminds me of when I was racing. On bright nights, I'd take a horse and run the track just for the fun of it. There was something special about flying down a dark track. I guess sometimes I felt like I was leaving my problems in the dust."
He grins a little sheepishly and shakes his head. "But that was a long time ago."
Funny
Friend
Hearing the door open again, his head shoots up in surprise and he looks groggily to Katie, his eyebrows raised. "Wow... didn't expect you to come back," he admits. "And with coffee too? You're beginning to make me think you want to see the irresistible sober me."
Accepting the cup of coffee, he's extra careful, his hand feeling rather unbalanced at the moment. Ripping open two sugar packs with his teeth, he dumps in the sweetener and swirls it around before taking a sip. "Mmm... thanks."
Leaning back in his chair, he rocks it back on two legs, studying Katie carefully. "So how come they sent someone like you to handle a bunch of drunks? That your normal routine or are you just good at bringing in guys like me?"
Eric looks quickly to the loft ladder, having not even heard Stacy climb up. A smile spreads across his lips before he realizes it. He really hadn't expected her to come back up here, let alone on her own. But something about it was... nice. The day she'd pulled him over for speeding, he never would have guessed he'd have her for a friend. But today... if he was honest, she really was his friend. And it was a nice feeling.
Giving her a nod, he motions her over. "Don't mind a bit. I'm just trying to make myself tired, but it ain't working too well. The older I get, the worse my insomnia gets." He cocks his head. "Figured you'd be 'bout done with your rounds by now."
Hot Water
Irresistible
Regaining a silly sort of grin, he shakes his head as he's taken into the holding cell. "First off, I'm not drunk. I'm slightly intoxicated, which is why I can't shut up. If I was drunk, I'd still be puking in your car, which I'm assuming Brad is doing right about now in your buddy's car. My apologies. Brad can't hold his liquor. And... when I'm sober, I'm not smooth... I'm downright irresistible."
Turning around, he stares at Katie a bit sheepishly. He was indeed a bit tipsy but not so far gone that he couldn't think. He holds up his cuffed hands. "I promise not to run away, especially if you bring me a cup of coffee. Maybe if you can sober me up, we can have a formal introduction, where I promise not to keep talking your ear off."
Eric stares up at the late night sky, letting his eyes study the stars. There wasn't a cloud in sight, making it seem as though there were an extra million points of light.
It was late, but again, he hadn't been able to sleep. The day had been alright. He wasn't sure why he felt stressed. Things were going fine. The barn was running smoothly. Jeff was taking off tomorrow to spend a couple weeks with Jay's family. Dylan was slowly improving. The shock of the news about Wes was wearing off. There wasn't much he should be worried about. Maybe it was just a simple case of insomnia.
Sitting in the open door of the barn hayloft, he had one leg propped up so his knee could serve as an armrest, while his other leg hung out the door alongside the outside barn wall. Unless someone would walk behind the barn and look up, no one would ever spot him.
Drunk Thing
Katie
"I like my life," he mumbles. "And besides, Kyle's had it coming to him for a long time." He looks out the window at the passing lights, his stomach feeling a bit squeamish for the first time since going on the late night binge. "We were best friends once, you know. And tonight I put him on the ground. Figured I'd feel better than this."
As they reach TJY, Hunter suddenly realizes that they weren't going to the police station and he's immediately on edge. Sitting up straighter, he looks around, still confused as he's pulled from the car. Planting his feet, he refuses to move yet, putting his full weight against Katie to resist walking. "Wait, wait..." He squints at the door, finally seeing the Elite emblem, and his eyes then widen. "The Elite? You're an Elite agent? I thought you were just a normal cop." Though his speech was not slurred, his mind was still a bit foggy as he tried to straighten everything out.
Turning around - or at least trying to while Katie was holding him - he furrows his brow. "Friend of Kyle? Elite? You're.... you're...." He thinks hard. "Christine? No... Kathy? No, no..." He shakes his head. "Katie! That's it... you're Katie, aren't you?"
His grin returns as his glazed eyes twinkle with a bit of humor. "See? I'm not all that drunk. Kyle used to talk about you. I must say..." He gives her a once over. "You're finer than I imagined."
"I know." Kyle sighs and gives Alice's hand a squeeze. "I'd never want to go back and change anything."
He looks over at her before reaching his hand up to brush her cheek. "I know I got the better end of the deal... but I never knew he'd take it that hard, let alone stay bitter for so long."
Dropping his hand back to hers, he turns his gaze to the dark street. "I keep thinking about him and me as kids. We really were the best of friends. We did everything together... camped... fished... made stupid pacts. I think we were going to be blood brothers once but neither of us had the guts to prick our finger." He grins at the memory, but it quickly fades. "I guess you never know which path someone is going to take later."
Shut up!
Hot chick
Flopping back in the seat, he sinks down low and manages to curl his long legs up to set his motorcycle boots against the bars. "All I need is a couple cups of coffee." His rambling continues. "Then I'll be totally sober again. How about stopping for a cup and then you won't have to take me in at all? My treat." His feet drop back to the floor and he leans forward again, looking in the mirror. "Come on... live a little, eh? I promise to behave. I'm not ready for the night to end so quick, especially with a hot chick like you."
NeverMind
4/2/12
After work
Nobody? His mind suddenly flashes back to Kyle and his gut twists. He'd had no intention of running into Kyle ever again, let alone tonight of all nights. And when he'd seen Alice... he'd just... gone mad. He'd tried to forget the past. He'd tried to shove it as far back as he could, but tonight, seeing them... it had just brought it all back to the surface. Kyle had gotten everything handed to him on a silver platter while Hunter had just struggled to survive. It hadn't been fair, and still wasn't. And yet... deep down... there was a different kind of churning. One that reminded him he wasn't only feeling upset. He was feeling the pangs of guilt too.
His attention suddenly snaps back as he's shoved inside the car and he grumbles his displeasure. Situating himself in the middle of the seat, he waits for Katie, quirking an eyebrow as he looked at her in the rearview mirror.
"Bummer. You coulda had a fun motorcycle ride tonight. Nice warm breeze. Starry sky."
He jolts a little as the car starts forward, and he scoots up, resting his forehead against the metal bars between the front and back seats. He'd heard her comment to Gunner, and that, mixed with a bit of alcohol made for a looser tongue than normal. "Somebody who likes to work late needs a life. Seriously. What are you doing after you get off work tonight?"
Seeing Hunter and one of the other guys taken away, Kyle trudges beside Alice and Twila back to his pickup. He looks to Twila, making sure she was okay. "You be alright driving?"
"Yeah... yeah, I think so." She was still a bit shaky, but was better now. "I'll see you guys later."
Kyle nods and opens the passenger door for Alice before going around the other side. Sliding in behind the steering wheel, he starts up the engine, remaining quiet. The silence keeps up all across town until they're pulled up to the curb for Kyle to drop off Alice at her place.
Fiddling with the steering wheel a moment or two, Kyle finally turns his gaze to Alice. He knew that his eyes would give him away, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Alice knew him better than he knew himself. "I guess when Hunter and I parted ways, I never thought I'd later be looking up at him from the ground, only to realize it was him who'd put me there." The pain in his gut had subsided. But not in his heart. His heart still hurt - a lot. What had happened to their friend? What had he done to himself? Why was he hanging out with such a group of people? Kyle hadn't even known he was back in Nevada at all. Why hadn't he contacted him? Did he really think nothing of their friendship anymore? There were so many questions.
Better Hope
Yours or mine?
Yanked to his feet, he stumbles forward, cursing under his breath. "Sheesh, woman. If you'da wanted me to go with you, all you had to do was ask." He looks over his shoulder as they walk, a sly grin quirking his mouth. "Are we taking your car or mine?"
Gunner has his own quarry to his feet by now - sluggishly as it were - and is shoving him towards his own Elite vehicle. Looking around, he spots Katie with her hands full as well. "I got one," he calls to her. "The other three took off, but my guess is they're not gonna get far. I'm gonna take this guy in, then come back out to look for the others - they'll be driving around drunk and causing accidents if they're not stopped."
Arrested
Caught
Hunter backs up a step as Alice approaches, even though his buddy was still bugging him to "finish him off." Staring down at her and Kyle, he grits his teeth. As Alice speaks to him, his eyes lock with hers for a moment - just long enough for a flame to shoot across his gaze. It was anger. It was jealousy. Regret. Guilt.
Kyle pulls himself up with the help of Alice, still bent slightly, his abdomen throbbing. "You're right," he agrees. Before going though, he turns to look at Hunter again, pain filling his eyes. There was so much he could say. Wanted to say. But no words surface. Instead, it's a simple look passed between two men that were once best friends.
Kyle has no idea where Katie had come from or why she was here, but he nods, standing a little straighter. "Yeah... yeah, I'm okay. Just got slugged but I've had worse. There's five drunk guys here - they all got bikes and loaded beer bottles so watch yourself."
Everyone had been so focused on what was happening, that no one had noticed the two new arrivals. As Katie approaches quickly, Hunter backs up a couple more steps, glancing over at his howling buddies, then back again. Something told him they needed to leave. Then he sees the badge on this woman's belt, reflecting in the parking lot light. Yep. Time to leave. He whirls around, signaling to his nearest friend to get out of here.
Seeing Katie wave him over, Gunner wastes no time. En route, his eyes sweep the parking lot, counting men and checking to see where all the exits were. Halfway to Katie though, he spots one of the rowdies start to run for his motorcycle. Breaking into a sprint, he goes after him, determined to catch at least one guy tonight. If he went back to TJY empty handed, he'd be quite annoyed at the waste of time. "Stop!" Of course, that didn't work. Running across the lot, he closes in on the guy and jumps up onto a hood of a car to vault off and fly right into the drunk. Both go down - hard. Wrestling for a moment or two, Gunner gives him a quick punch to the jaw. "Night night." Breathing heavily, he looks around for more.
Having taken off behind his buddy, Hunter sees the cop take him down. Skidding to a halt, he turns and sprints the other direction, planning to swing wide and get back around to his own bike. By now, the other rowdies were hollering to each other to scram, and at least two bike engines start up.
See Better
3/31/12
Rowdies
"I gotta finish up some reports for Reese, then we'll go grab something." Straightening, he taps his hand on the top of the cubicle wall. "See ya in a bit."
...Eating lunch together wasn't unusual. But it felt just a little bit... off today. Like something wasn't quite right. Jason couldn't put his finger on it. But of course, feeling anything lately wasn't exactly something he was good at, let alone interpreting what he did feel. He tries to ignore it for now though, and does his best to have a good time with Katie. Once back to TJY, the rest of the day goes quickly for him, and he leaves just a little early so he could get home in time to shower and change before meeting up with Sandy and the guys...
Kyle slings an arm around Alice's shoulders as they exit the building into the night air. He'd enjoyed being a part of the audience tonight at a concert. While part of him always liked being onstage, it was nice to have a break and just sit back and listen. And any time spent with Alice was fun anyway.
Heading to Kyle's pickup, he gives Alice a playful little jolt. "So I was thinking we could-" His words are broken off by the sound of shattering glass in the parking lot, followed by loud laughter. Kyle's eyes sweep their surroundings. "What on earth..." By now, others from the concert are filtering into the lot as well, and everyone could see there were five men who hadn't attended the concert. They were all dressed in black leather, all having motorcycles, though they were rotating between riding and running around on foot.
"Yeeeeehaw!"
"Yo, try this out!" A motorcycle engine is revved as one rowdy weaves in and out of cars with one hand while chugging a beer.
"Hey, who got the nice car over here? Check it out!"
"Dude, we gots da good crowd tonight. Hey! Here they come!"
Another empty beer bottle is flung through the air, landing on the pavement to explode into a million pieces, followed by more laughter. "Hey, look at me! I'm Batman!" Three men had abandoned their bikes and one jumps on a car and climbs up and over the top, across the trunk and jumps to the next car, then the next. An alarm goes off, mixed with more shouting and howling like dogs.
"Hey, get off of my car!" A man from the concert audience stalks up to his car that was being used as a jungle gym. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Aw man! We got party poopers on da loose!" The one guy jumps down to face the man, revealing he was quite the larger of the two. Simply walking forward, he gets the man to back up. "Boo!" The man jumps, making the rowdy cackle with drunken humor. "Chill man! Have a beer!" He slings a bottle in the man's direction - it isn't caught and crashes to the ground but not before splattering beer all over the victim. The man just stands a bit stunned, angry but afraid to fight.
Someone nearer the building dials the police while the ruckus continues. Kyle hangs back with Alice, his face showing displeasure. His truck was far enough away, maybe they could skirt around. "Come on," he prompts. "Let's get out of here before we're pulled into this stupid mess."
The noise, laughter and rowdiness keeps on as Kyle guides Alice alongside him, aiming for his truck. Once they're inside though, Kyle is just ready to start the engine when he looks back to the building to see Twila emerge alone. It only takes a moment for her to be spotted and two of the men approach and start to harass her.
Kyle shakes his head. "No... no, no... they just crossed the line." He wasn't going to let anyone get away with messing with one of his friends. He didn't want to leave Alice alone here either, so he nods for her to follow him. "Come on. I'm not waiting for the cops."
Twila backs up against the building, wide-eyed at the two men laughing and jeering. They weren't hurting her but as one touches her hair, she slaps his arm away, only bringing more laughter and a threat to hit her with a beer bottle but no action. "Get away from me!" Twila begs. The dim light wasn't helping any and she couldn't see clearly, making it even more frightening. "Leave me alone!"
"Oooh, the little lady got spunk!"
"Hey!" Kyle sets Alice to the side and approaches the scene. "She asked you to leave her be, so do it."
"Whoa!" One of the guys whirls around and takes a swig of beer before pointing at Kyle. "A knight in shinin' armor. Who's that?" He points at Alice.
"None of your business. Now get out of here before I take you out."
"Ha! I think he's got two women here!" He cackles and finishes off his beer before tossing the bottle aside and letting it shatter on the ground.
It was hard to see faces this far away from the parking lot light, but tension was rising. Kyle takes a step forward, far enough that Twila can slip behind him. She skitters out of the way and over nearer Alice, trembling slightly. Kyle glares at the one man and points to where their buddies were still making a ruckus around the cars. "Get out of here."
"Aw, we're jist h'ving a bit o' fun!" The rowdy's words are slurred and he reaches out to pat Kyle's shoulder, but Kyle won't let him. Grabbing the man's wrist, he twists it around and gives a little shove, forcing him to back off.
"Woooo.... this's a smart 'n here!"
"Naw, he ain't all that smart." The second man takes a step closer. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have interfered. But then... he's good at that."
Kyle furrows his brow in confusion. He recognized the voice and it sounded like the guy knew him. But in the shadows, he still couldn't make out his face. "I only interfere when I see people like you displaying how stupid you really are."
"Why you..." The first thug is stopped from advancing by his buddy.
"This one's mine, Les. Back off."
Only now does Kyle catch a clear view of the second man's face. And when he does, his eyes widen in shock, all defenses down. "Hunter?"
"Hey, buddy ol' pal." Hunter stands with a cocky air, despite his churning emotions. He hadn't planned on seeing Kyle tonight... or ever, for that matter. He hadn't even known Kyle was back here at all, let alone at a stupid concert. All he'd been doing was having a good time after tonight's race. Seeing him now brought on a wave of feelings he'd buried and wanted to keep buried. Though a part of him wished to back off now, he was just drunk enough to let anger rule instead, so it was easy to push aside what he knew was right. "What do you think you're doing, ruining our fun?"
Kyle blinks. "That's all you have to say? You're actually with these guys? Making an idiot of yourself?"
"Hey now, be nice." Hunter cackles before his glazed eyes drift to Alice then back again. "I see your shadow is still with you. Impressive. You like showing off in front of her?"
"I'm not showing off," Kyle defends. "What are you doing here? You fall off the face of the earth, then when I see you again, you're a drunk, harassing people?"
"I'm not drunk." Hunter stretches out an arm then reaches in to touch his nose. "Just slightly inebriated, see? Don't get so riled, WWCK." He sets a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "It's bad for your health." Though his tone was even, a threat flashes in his eyes.
Kyle's shock turns to anger and he whacks Hunter's hand from his shoulder. But as soon as he does, he's open, and a fist flies into his gut. Doubling over, Kyle stumbles back into the wall and sinks down to the ground, holding his stomach and gasping for air.
"Never listen, do you?" Hunter hisses. The other guys were still making a scene behind them in the lot, whooping and hollering and breaking more bottles. Hunter stares down at Kyle's form. "Come on, tough guy. Get up. Show us what you got. Or have you gotten soft?"
Kyle doesn't move. He wanted to get up and punch out Hunter's lights. He wanted to get up and stop this mess before someone really got hurt. But even greater was the pain that had struck his heart. The man before him... the man who had just hit him... Kyle had once called him his best friend. But it looked like their friendship was over. He was too shocked and saddened to get up and fight.
As the phone rings, Reese growls. He should be home, but instead, he was still at TJY and since Susanne was gone, he either needed to let the phone system pick up or answer it himself. He opts for the latter, hoping it wasn't something that would keep him at work any longer. No such luck. "This is Reese."
"Hi, Reese. Happy to catch you. Brown here. We've got a situation."
"Oh?"
"We just got a complaint - there are five drunk guys down at a concert who are stirring up trouble. We don't think anyone's been hurt yet but it's getting out of hand. Problem is, my men are all either gone or tied up. This isn't usually your department, but do you have any agents you could send down there?"
Reese withholds a sigh. He wasn't sure who was here anymore tonight, but he'd come up with something. "Yeah... I'll figure it out. Just give me the address." After receiving the information and ending the call, Reese heads out on the main floor. Jason was off duty for the night, Con was already gone, Pete had disappeared earlier in the day... if no one else was here, he'd go himself. Spotting a couple people working late though, he's glad. He arrives at Katie's cubicle just as Gunner is there handing her some paperwork. "Just the two agents I wanted to see."
Gunner quirks an eyebrow and looks at Katie, then back at Reese with suspicion. "Yeah?"
"Got a call. Concert downtown. They got some rowdies causing trouble. Nothing major yet, but there's alcohol involved so it's escalating pretty quick. Police station doesn't have anyone to go so Brown called in the favor. I want you two to go break things up and bring in whoever you can."
Gunner smirks. "Just what I wanted to do."
"No complaints, Gunner. Get in gear and go."
Gunner looks down at Katie and sighs. "Looks like it's you and me. Let's take two Elite vehicles."
Rocky's grin feels like it's a permanent fixture on his face. "Okay good."
Grabbing a napkin and a pen, he scribbles out where his church was located, and slides it over to Michaela. "Services are at nine and ten thirty - I gotta be at both for the music, so if you wanna just come to the second one, then we can take off from there, that's fine. Up to you."
"Um..." Dylan picks at he bristles in the brush, contemplating what he wanted to do now, or what he should do. He was still feeling a bit woozy, but didn't want to go back to the house quiet yet. And if nobody cared if he was in the barn...
"Yeah, okay, I guess. What are you doing now?"
Great Idea
Looking up at Jason Katie give a small smile. It was strange for him to mention going somewhere and not invite her. But that was ok right? For them to have sepret time...if it was ok, why didn't Katie feel ok?
"Yeah, yeah lunch sounds good. Ummm...want to do something easy like pizza?"Katie never had heard Jason tall about his high school friends. It just seemed so strange now, maybe it was just the fact she couldn't read Jason's mind.
"I'm probley gonna work late tonight anyways."Thinking about what Rocky had offered Michaela gives a nod a smile on her face. She really liked the thought of going with Rocky to fellowship. It excited her more than the date.
"I think that sounds like a great idea. Spending time with God, you and meeting new people what could be better."Looking over the horse again and can't help but continue her smile. She was happy Sparky had been here to ease some of Dylan's doubt. The more people he new cared the better it would be for him to accept.
"Actully I still trust you. I don't think you would let anyone get hurt. You just lost your way."
Ashlee goes back to brushing the horse just a little more getting a few of the lose strands. Stopping again and putting the brush on the shelf in the back.
"So, want to help me with some other stuff or do you have to go?"3/30/12
Some friends
"Yeah... yeah, okay. If nobody'll kick me out, I could use something to do for a while."
Wandering into the barn behind Ashlee, it doesn't take long to be grooming a tall bay mare. Dylan's hands were a little shaky but not enough to keep him from full strokes, making the mare stick out her neck in pleasure. Dylan works in silence for a while, a curry comb in one hand, a brush in the other, making his way from the neck, on down to the back and towards the rump. The sound of brushes and the swish of her tail was like gentle music. The smell of the barn, which Dylan had hated when first arriving at the ranch, was now a sweet comfort. Maybe he really hadn't minded it all along... maybe he just hadn't wanted people to know that he actually did like it here.
"Hey there... how's it going?" Sparky ambles past, giving Dylan's shoulder a pat.
Dylan looks up quickly, startled first, then studying his uncle to see just how he felt. He couldn't really tell though. "It's... going. I hope you don't mind... that I'm helping Ash, that is."
Sparky shakes his head. "Nope. I'm just glad to see you on your feet again."
Dylan bites his lip. "Really?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sparky cocks his head, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "Move forward, Dylan... looking over your shoulder all the time will only give you a crick in your neck. This is your home. That never changes."
Dylan could feel an odd sensation in his gut. It was kind of like guilt but coated with warmth. He wasn't sure how to take it, but finds himself nodding slowly. "Okay..."
Sparky's grin returns. "And when you're ready, so is Sharpshooter. He misses his rider."
Watching his uncle walk away, Dylan eventually looks over the horse's back to Ashlee, not resuming his work quite yet. "So maybe you're right. But that still doesn't change the fact that nobody around here trusts me."
Rocky mulls over the options for a moment before shrugging. "I'm helping lead worship this Sunday... if you didn't mind coming to my church, we could do lunch after then go bowling? Maybe a few other people would come too? If you didn't mind?"
Cindy folds her arms and looks into her open closet. The suitcase on the bed behind her was half-packed. Nobody knew that but her, though. She'd mentioned this to no one. It had only been around two weeks since the news of Wes. Part of her knew she needed to just give herself more time. And part of her wanted to get out of here so bad she could taste it. The walls were closing in on her and all she wanted was to not be here. She didn't want to see Wes' belongings. The things he'd made. His clothing. The pictures of him on the wall. She just wanted to get away from it all. Not forever... but just for a little while. Long enough to let the healing begin. Long enough that when she returned, she'd be able to face this home again alone. Some people would understand. Some wouldn't. But it's what she knew she had to do. Right now, she had to cling to what she had - the things God had given her. Some where here at the ranch. And some were not. But if she did not try to gather close to her the blessings, she would feel as though she had rejected them, and she would never want to face God and admit that she had denied any of the blessings He'd given her.
Taking out another blouse from the closet, she folds it neatly and places it in her suitcase. She wasn't sure exactly when she would leave, but it would probably be soon. Dylan was better, which meant BJ would most likely stay at home again, starting tonight. And Kaylee - she would be going with her.
"I'm gonna... go hang out with some friends tonight." Jason leans on Katie's cubicle wall, staring down at her while she worked at her desk. He folds his arms, resting his chin on them. He'd gotten in touch with Sandy and had agreed to meeting her at the Pizza Box, along with Will, Rusty, and whoever showed up. He was... looking forward to it... at least he thought he was. He and Katie almost always tried to do supper together, and he knew he could take her along... but tonight... These were old friends, and he didn't want Katie to feel left out. That wouldn't be fair to her. And maybe part of him just wanted to see if he could find some enjoyment in this and just focus on his own time for once.
"Just some old friends from high school... gonna kick back and reminisce." He gives her a bit of a smile. "So... since you and I won't be doing supper, if you wanna go do lunch with me here in a bit, I'm buying."
3/29/12
One Month
"Uhhhh....nobody does, sorry to disappoint you."
Ashlee gives a smile as her eyes held a little bit of humor. She didn't know for sure if anyone did hate Dylan or not but if she had to guess she would say no one did. Everyone made mistakes and any one of them could be forgiven, so Dylan's could too.
"Want to come brush some of the horses with me? Eric says there soothing nature can really help when your having a bad day."
She really did believe Eric when he had told her that. For some reason just being around the horses it seemed to make her feel better when she was down in the dumps. Maybe it would help Dylan too or at least keep him busy for a little bit so he didn't feel like a caged animal in his room.Taking another bite of her sandwich Michaela thinks for a long moment. It's not like she had a busy life she just did things in different spirts of the day. Sometimes it was hard to plan anything.
"Well the rest of the week I have nights free, Sundays I always am free and next Wednesday I have free too. Sooooo...take your pick."
She'd spouted out when she had off now Rocky could pick the rest. She thought it only right that he make the official date but maybe an idea wouldn't hurt.
"We could always go to church together Sunday and than do something after if you want.""We can't give up looking. We didn't find a body that means he's out there somewhere still. We owe his wife that."
Shean leans back in the car seat. He was on the phone as soon as he heard they were going to declair Wes dead. It hadn't even been that long yet they just couldn't...not yet.
"At least a month for someone who gave there life to protect us. I know that's a long time to maybe to find nothing but we need to that for his family. So if its true there us real closure there."He'd go and look for Wes himself if he had too. Just as long as someone was looking for him. That's what Yw cared about.
"Yes Sir. I know he would if done the same for me. Yes, thank you. One month, I got it, thank you."One month was better than the other option if not looking at all. He had to find something, he just had too.
Unknown History
He slips his hands into his jeans pockets and shrugs. "I'm feeling okay. Kinda woozy but I couldn't stand being cooped up inside any longer. I guess I..." He shrugs again. "Guess I wanted to find out how many people hate me now."
Though it hurt a little, Tal willingly returns Ryan's kiss, glad to know that she didn't want to pay attention to the threats either.
"Eh... it shouldn't be surprising. Somebody like him who would stoop low enough to leave you in the first place..." He coughs, wincing as he does. "That alone... leaving you... proves he was stupid to begin with."
Though his face is still red, Rocky laughs. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better. I still made a fool out of myself though."
Keeping his humor intact though, he crunches down on a potato chip, grinning. "Then it's a date. What night works best?"
After watching the news for an hour, Jared was confused enough about world events to change the channel and wound up finding an old comedy that was at least funny enough to make him crack half a smile. It didn't keep his weariness away though, and that, together with all of the pain medication he was on, finally prompted his eyes to close.
No sooner had he dozed off though, that a sound at the door roused him. Slowly turning his head, he spies his mother... and Justin? After that first visit by his brother, he hadn't come back, and Jared had wondered if he even would. Lydia came every day. But not Justin.
"Hello, Jared." Lydia smiles big and comes to sit by the bed. "How do you feel today?"
Jared grins. "Like I got hit by a bus. But better I think."
Lydia chuckles. "Always the humor. That is a good thing."
Conversation was kept very light and was mostly led by Lydia. Though Justin pulled up a chair too, he remained mainly quiet, observing more than interacting. He hadn't really wanted to come today. But his mother had asked him... and he knew he couldn't just ignore this whole thing, especially after he'd already been here once. And maybe... deep down... part of him was curious as to what would happen if he did interact with Jared a bit more.
It wasn't long before Lydia decided it was time to go, although she tells Justin that she wanted to stop and talk to some of the nurses, so he could stay a few more minutes. Once she leaves the room though, the silence brings even more awkwardness than there had been already. Both brothers find their eyes locked in a strange tense gaze. Finally, it's Jared that speaks. "We didn't get along, did we?"
Justin drops his sights for a moment. "Why would you say that?"
Jared shrugs. "Maybe the awkward pauses... or the way Mom doesn't talk about the two of us much... or how you avoid coming here."
Justin looks back up at him and purses his lips. As hard as it was, he knew the truth should be spoken. "No... we didn't get along. As a matter of fact, since being adults, we hardly spoke to each other."
"I see." Jared nods slowly, not really sure how to digest that. "What... I mean, why?"
Justin almost laughs. He'd like to tell Jared just the reasons. How he was a jerk. How he lived a life to be ashamed of. "I guess... we went our separate ways."
"It's more than that." Though calm, it was obvious Jared was somewhat frustrated. "What happened between us?"
"Look, it really isn't worth digging up."
"It is to me... Please."
Justin sighs. This was just so uncomfortable for him. "If I rehash the past, it's only my perspective - it would be an unbalanced story because you can't tell your side of things."
Jared swallows hard. He was almost afraid. "Sometimes there's a right and wrong behind opinion... I was wrong... wasn't I?"
Justin's brow furrows as he leans on the back of the chair he straddled backwards. How could he say it? How could he tell this clueless man what kind of life he'd lived? The lies he'd told? The grudges he'd held? The manipulation he'd learned all too well? It didn't seem fair anymore since Jared was innocently ignorant.
Unable to think of any good way to explain things, Justin stands up. "I think we best just let this subject lie."
"Not again." Jared's eyes beg him. "Please... just talk to me. I've obviously done something wrong and I'm sorry I can't remember so I can apologize for whatever it was. But if you tell me, I can."
Justin returns the chair to its place and shakes his head. "Saying you're sorry now isn't going to change or fix anything. If you can't remember, there isn't a point." He turns towards the door. "I gotta go."
"Justin, wait!" Jared raises his voice. "Talk to me!"
Justin keeps on going. "I'll see you soon," he responds calmly.
Jared growls loudly but it does no good as he watches his brother walk away. For the first time since waking up, he tasted what must be his temper. Perhaps it was good that he was immobile, but it only added to his frustration.
"Hey, handsome." The nurse walks in with a cheery smile. "Ready for supper?"
"Go stick a sock in it," Jared grumbles.
The nurse stops and quirks an eyebrow. "Forget I said handsome. What's wrong now?"
"I'm a jerk, that's what's wrong." Jared toys with the edge of the bed sheet. "Or at least that's what I think. Or something."
The nurse cocks her head and approaches a little more slowly. "You look more blue than mad."
"I suppose."
"Well, out with it."
"How can I get out with it when I don't even know what I did?!"
The nurse fluffs up his pillow before setting her hands on her hips. "You're not making any sense."
Jared rolls his eyes. "Thanks for that information."
"Why are you so upset? Was it a visitor you had?"
"Yeah... my brother."
"So what's so wrong with that?"
"Apparently I did something to him but I don't remember what and now he hates me. He doesn't want to admit it though so he keeps coming like everything is fine but he won't talk about it. So I'm stuck in the dark and can't even chase the coward out of here 'cause I can't walk."
The nurse smiles and pats his arm. "Better to be stuck here than arrested for assault."
Jared smirks. He wanted to stay mad, but it was hard when the cute little nurse was grinning at him like that. "Yeah, I suppose. But you better stay and help feed me my supper or I'll lie here and pout."
It was the nurse's turn to smirk. "Last I knew, you had one good arm and that's all it takes to shove jello into your mouth."
A little smile finally quirks Jared's mouth. "You could hold my other hand."
"Oh, psh." She gives the same arm a whack that she'd just patted. "I'll be back with your supper shortly."
Watching her leave, Jared sighs. Maybe being ignorant really was best at this point. At least he couldn't stew about what he didn't know.















