Would you come?

The next couple days at TJY were a nightmare. Chance sat behind a desk all day, filling out paperwork, writing reports and hacking into systems to glean information from the Underground. He was working for the other side now, and breaking in wasn't easy. But with some help from Dalton, Chance was able to get enough information to get the ball rolling with Reese... and prove he meant business.

Names, dates, locations, plans... Chance knew much of it. He'd been a top double-agent for the Underground, giving him access and knowledge that not everyone had. And now, it was vital to remember. But pouring over paperwork and being boxed in by four walls wasn't the worst part... the worst part was the torture of knowing that Destiny was somewhere, being held. Was she hurt? Was she okay? Did she think it was something he'd done? Did she know the truth? How long would the Underground wait? Without any calls from them, Chance knew they were simply waiting for him to contact them. They were, most likely, still betting on him calling them... and they'd be right. But negotiations had been delayed. Though he and Reese were going to call the Underground immediately, they had decided to wait. If the Underground wanted to meet right away, Chance wouldn't have the opportunity to share the information he had, and right now, he was being held to his promises...

…Reese leans back in his desk chair, reading over reports Chance had put together. Lots of names... the Underground was bigger than he'd imagined. Lots of past dates and events... crimes that the Elite had investigated and either blamed on the Agency or never found the culprits. Lots of plans - though few had names and all seemed to have one purpose: to eliminate anyone connected to the Agency. They preyed on those who were straddling the fence or who had begun to turn on the Agency... those who were weak and made vulnerable away from the rest of the Agency team. While Reese agreed with ridding the world of the Agency, the Underground's methods were not pleasant...

"...and why don't you know more about future plans?"

"Hardly anyone knows what comes next." Chance keeps a steady gaze on Reese in the interrogation room. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, his posture slouched. He hadn't slept in days and it was beginning to wear on him. "The only ones not flying by the seat of their pants are the top dogs. But they don't share intel easily, just because things change and they keep a pretty tight rein on the system so there aren't any leaks."

"What about you? How did they trust you?"

"They just gave me one job at a time and I got paid. They knew I was benefiting from both sides, but they also knew they paid me more than the Elite, so they knew I wouldn't turn on them. That, and they knew I knew they'd kill me if I tried to cross them."

"And you believed in their cause."

"I did." Chance's eyes fall for a moment as he hesitates. "Until Destiny."

Reese studies him carefully. "Why did that change anything?"

"Because before her, I never saw the aftermath. I didn't kill her parents, but I knew about it, and I helped find them. Before knowing Destiny, all those other people - they were just things to be rid of. I never saw the feelings... or the families that were hurt. I was doing a job... getting paid... and it was easy to turn a blind eye."

Reese shakes his head, unable to imagine living such a heartless life. "Yet you were also a very good Elite agent."

Chance shrugs. "I knew how to do my job. I could get out of scrapes no one else could and it got me in on the action. Playing both sides kept me busy and... gave me a comfortable lifestyle."

"You've never said yet who the leader is."

"That's because I don't have a name."

"You were near the top, you were with them for several years... you killed for them.. and you don't have a name?"

"No. All I know is it's a man and he goes by Shadow."

Reese quirks an eyebrow. "Shadow."

Chance nods in total seriousness. "Yes."

Reese sighs deeply and fingers some papers on the table. "You've given us a lot, Chance, and I'm grateful. I had Dalton do some checking and it looks like your intel is good. With what you gave us, we can start investigating new leads and try to stop unnecessary murders from happening."

Chance senses there's more. "But...?"

"Something came up." Reese purses his lips, unsure how to say it. "I've been discussing the current situation with Chief Brown and overseers of the Elite are also aware. However, I have been... given direct orders not to work with you."

"What?" Chance's eyes widen. "Why? I don't understand."

"They view you as a risk. You were set free because we wanted to trace you and see if you'd lead us to the Underground or Agency. When you didn't, we figured you had gone into hiding. And what happens the minute you show up? We have another victim on our hands. Another bad situation as soon as you surfaced. The Elite board doesn't run on personal feelings or a person's intentions - they look at the evidence and cold hard facts. And what they see right now is someone who should be behind bars so that no one else gets hurt."

Chance swallows hard. Behind bars? After all this time? After letting him go in the first place? He finds himself getting to his feet. "No. You can't let them do that to me. I came to help someone, not get thrown into prison!"

Reese remains calmly seated. "I know this must be difficult for you. You've given us a lot of information, and for that, everyone is grateful. But as long as you're free, the Underground will want you. And as long as they want you, they'll find more ways to get to you, and more innocent lives might be lost."

"Fine." Chance's anger boiled in his veins. He leans on the table, glaring into Reese's eyes. "Throw me in prison. Go ahead. But if you do, Destiny's blood is on your hands, not mine. I came here knowing the risks. But I did it because there's a woman out there behind held by the Underground and the only way in is through me. You want to play games, go right ahead. But if I'm not going to have your help, I will leave... I will find a way out... and you will never see me again."

Reese's eyes don't wave from Chance's, nor does he express any heightened emotions. "Please sit down, Chance."

Unsure why Reese wasn't yelling back at him, Chance slides back down into his chair.

Reese takes a deep breath. "I said I'd been given orders... I didn't say I would follow them..."


"...So, they've agreed to meet out at the old abandoned mill. The exchange will take place in the north parking lot at eleven PM tomorrow night. One of their men will bring out Destiny and meet Chance and our escort halfway. Nate, I'd like you to be the escort." Reese looks across the conference table at Nate, Wyatt, Chance and Dalton as he explained how everything would work.

Wyatt rocks back in his chair, quirking a slight grin. "I think someone over there has been watching too much television."

Reese smirks. "Unfortunately, as corny as it may seem, they have the upper hand and there's not much we can do about that. We've been informed that if we try anything from scouting out the area beforehand to having more than two agents there, that Destiny will be immediately executed. And Chance believes they mean it."

Chance's eyes study the table instead of the men's eyes. This was all his fault. First to have gotten involved with Destiny in the first place, then to have come back here to seek her out. All it had done was make her vulnerable and make her a prime target.

After a pause, Reese resumes. "Wyatt, I'd like you as the second man behind the wheel. You're to park and wait for Nate to get back to the car with Destiny. I want you in contact with Dalton at all times so we know what's happening. As soon as Nate and Destiny are in the car, you're to drive away and come straight here. With any luck, we'll pull off the exchange without anyone getting hurt."

Wyatt exchanges a glance with Dalton before looking back to Reese. "So who do you have on standby to get Chance back out before they take him anywhere?" Not receiving a response, he blinks. "We do have a plan for that, right?"

Chance finally looks up. "We don't. The Underground means business and this entire thing wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for me. The only purpose of this is to get Destiny back."

"And you?"

"I'll see if I can cause some damage when they take me back. I won't be working for them like they think I might, so you won't have to worry about me turning on the Elite and giving up information."

"But they'll kill you."

Chance's eyes fall again. "Destiny's life is worth more than mine." He had been a little surprised that Reese had agreed to all of this... but it really was what he deserved. It wasn't like the Elite to trade lives or not have a plan to rescue everyone. But Chance had made far too many mistakes to be begging for protection. This was the way it should be. This was his payment.

Reese eyes the men once more. "May I remind you that information about this operation is to be kept within the walls of the Elite. If this leaks out, we might get into a lot of trouble for going against orders. Does anyone have any questions?"


Jason slips his arm around Katie the best he can, and holds her close as she buries her face into his chest. Kissing the top of her head, he just lets her cry, his hand gently rubbing her back. Though his own eyes remain dry, his heart was breaking - not because he knew he was going to die, but from seeing Katie in such anguish.

"Shhh," he tries to soothe in a whisper. "It's gonna be okay." He kisses her head again. "You don't have anything to be sorry about so don't take the blame for anything, ya hear?"

It takes effort to stay alert, but he tries, for Katie's sake. He didn't want to leave her... he hated seeing her like this. And though he knew it was wrong, a part of him wished they hadn't been so close so she wouldn't have such a hard time now. "You're gonna be okay," he whispers. "Shhh."

In the other room, the three at the table had grown quiet. They could hear Katie crying and all knew that it was breaking the young woman's heart. Cindy feels a tear of her own trickle down her cheek. Everything hurt so badly... why did someone like Katie have to suffer on top of it all?

Suddenly feeling a warm hand on top of hers, her gaze snaps up to Derek. At first, she wants to draw away - she didn't trust this man. Yet as she lets his hand linger, she feels that he means no harm. He only means comfort. And right now, she had no one else. Taking in a ragged breath, she nods to him, another few tears escaping.

He gives her hand a squeeze. "How about letting Liz and I go get some food to bring back in for supper? I don't think Katie will want to cook, and I think you could use a break, too."

Cindy forces a smile and sniffs, composing herself. "Okay. Thank you, Derek... for coming."

He nods and lets her go, standing up and looking to his daughter. "How about we go do that, huh?"

"Yeah. " Liz isn't going to argue. While part of her wanted to stay near her brother, she knew that getting out for a little while would be good....


"...Jason... Jason, Hon... want to wake up for a while?" Cindy sits on the edge of Jason's bed and runs her fingers through his hair. It was late morning and he still hadn't stirred. He'd been awake for part of the evening before, but had drifted in and out, carrying on only bits and pieces of conversation until Derek had helped him get into his own bed. "Come on... I'll fix you a little breakfast if you want." He still didn't move. "Jason?" Cindy's voice turns scared and hopeful. She rubs his shoulder gently. "Jase?"

Biting her lip so she didn't cry, she tries a few more times to rouse her son, but fails. Making sure he still had a pulse, she finally picks up his bedside phone and dials. "Rick?" She sniffs and takes a deep breath. "Yeah, it's me. I can't wake up Jason. He seems to be sleeping peacefully but he just won't wake up... Okay... yeah, I'll be ready... Thank you."

The inevitable was finally happening. And even though they'd all known it, it didn't make it any easier. Rick and Con come to transport Jason back to the TJY infirmary, and he's made as comfortable as possible, in bed and with medications to help with any pain. But his eyes remain closed. Cindy comes to stay with Jason and a conversation with Rick lets her know that he believes Jason had a few days left at the most.

Others come and go... Derek and Liz... Phil... Mike... the church pastor... even Carson stops by for a brief time. It was quiet in the infirmary, despite Rick and Misty's continual work to find a cure, even though time was almost up. Cindy meets new faces and sees many old ones from TJY but later it would all be a blur. She takes up residence in the spare room, lying down part of the time, but unable to rest. Even with all the visitors, she still felt so very alone. Her thoughts continuously bounced between Jason, Derek, Trey, Wes and Kaylee... what she would do when Jason was gone... how she would cope... if she'd ever get to know Trey... what Wes might say if he were here... what she'd tell Kaylee about her brothers when she was older. As the day drags on, her tears fade as her emotions simply grow numb.

Derek and Liz opt to spend most of the day out to visit a few of their own friends from Cryptic, knowing they would be called if anything happened. Cindy had had a long conversation with Derek the night before and he now knew about Trey. Though incredibly shocked and wanting to meet the son he didn't even know he had, he refrains from staying around TJY... This was a time for Jason, not a time to stir up anything else, and Cindy had told him how negatively Trey had responded to her - who knew how he'd respond to meeting his real father? Leaving and trying not to think about Trey for the day, though, was very difficult.


Left alone for a few minutes, Tal starts making some coffee then goes to at least throw on a clean shirt. Back in the kitchen in his bare feet, he makes a couple phone calls, checks on the puppies - thrilled to see the runt of the litter was doing as well as the other pups - then stands at the counter, collecting a few things for pancakes.

As Ryan comes up behind him and slips her arms around him, a grin surfaces, her kiss to his cheek only making the grin wider. He takes a deep breath, smelling the sweet scent of shampoo in her hair. Setting a few more things closer to the stove, one hand moves to hold hers on his waist. "You don't need to thank me," he responds. "I liked having you here."

Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he looks at her with one eye for several moments. "I still like having you here." Smiling, he turns around so he can face her and drape his arms over her shoulders. "You make one awfully pretty midwife," he muses. Laughing a little, he bends down, giving her lips a tender, slow kiss. Drawing back, he rests his forehead on hers. "I'll never know what I did to deserve having you in my life..." Goodness knows he hadn't ever thought he'd be able to do more for her than just help her get over Alec. Even then, it had been hard to accept his own actions weren't wrong, then to believe she actually had return feelings for him. Now though... looking in her eyes... he knew he'd done no wrong. She was his, and he couldn't be happier. "...but I'll never take it for granted." Cocking his head, he gives her another kiss, one hand crawling up to the back of her head, his fingers combing through her damp hair.

Pulling back only slightly, humor dances in his eyes as the laughter threatened to bubble over. "You really think I'm cute?"


"Yes... Yes? Really?" Kyle's eyes had turned wide, full of hope, wonder and relief. Flopping onto his back, he puts a hand to his forehead. "Oh man, that's a relief." Though lying perfectly still for a moment, he suddenly springs back to life, rolling onto his side again and putting his forehead against Alice's staring her right in the eye, his wide again. "Do you have any idea how long I've been planning to ask you? I have been going completely insane!"

Forming a smile from ear to ear, he sits up quickly, bits of grass going every whichway. Digging in his pocket, he pulls out the little velvet box and makes Alice sit up too, facing him. Taking out the elegantly simple diamond ring, he holds her hand and slips it onto her finger. Staring at it for a long while and turning her hand so the stone sparkles in the sun, Kyle's face starts to hurt from the smile he couldn't wipe away.

Turning his gaze back up to Alice's eyes, he gives a little laugh. "Thank you, Alice... for making me absolutely, positively, without a doubt the happiest, hyperest, man alive." Leaning in, he gives her an enthusiastic kiss, drawing back only to stand and pull her up with him. Grabbing her hand, he starts back across the yard at a run. "Now let's go look at the house again since it's gonna be ours!"


Sitting alone in his living room, Justin stares at a blank television. He hadn't been in the mood for any movie tonight. And supper had been a mere salad. But he wasn't hungry anyway. Things were just... blah. That's about the only way he could describe it. The last time he'd seen Beth was several days ago, and he'd avoided her since then. He didn't want to talk about the other night. He didn't want to talk about his family or how she'd overstepped her bounds. He didn't want to admit it had upset him. He knew Beth hadn't meant any harm... he knew she had innocently been trying to help. But he was still having a hard time getting over it. He felt betrayed and wasn't sure how to trust her again - if he even wanted to. And yet...

He sets aside his water glass and pulls his legs up on the couch to sit in a nearly impossible position. His mind wanders to all the time he'd spent with Beth as of late. He'd gotten pretty used to her being around. After she came out of her shell, doing so many things with her was just... nice. He didn't hang out with anyone else. She never judged him. She was fun, quiet, thoughtful, kind. Though only a few days had passed, those days just didn't seem right without seeing her. Something was just... missing.

His mind continues to wander until he again thinks on the things Beth had said about his mom. Was it true? Did his mom really not blame him for what had happened with him and Jared? Did she really still love him? Want to talk to him?

His eyes roam to the telephone by the couch. He sighs. His good sense told him that it was time he swallowed some of his pride and just see what would happen. After all, it couldn't get much worse than this, right? He finally picks up the phone and dials. Hearing his mom answer gave him a reassurance that he hadn't even known he needed - that his mom was still well. "Hey, Ma."

"Justin?"

Her voice sounded hopeful. Was it really? "Yeah. Can you talk?"

"Yes, yes, of course... I'm so glad to hear from you. Are you okay? How are you doing? Are you eating right?"

Justin can't help his wry grin. "I'm fine, Ma. Yes, I'm eating right."

"I've been so worried about you."

"Yeah that's... what I heard."

"You... talked to Beth?"

"I did. I thought you were still scared of me though. I mean, the last time we talked..." Justin pauses. He usually didn't feel this awkward talking to his own mother.

"I am sorry, Justin. I was not thinking. I was convinced you were violent but I still knew you were not. I doubted you and I am sorry. But it was soon I knew it was not your fault. Your brother, he is not like you. I had forgotten. But it did not take long. I did not mean to upset you. Jared has a hard heart and I hoped I could change him. But I could not, if you were here. So... I let him stay and prayed for you that you would be okay and forgive me."

Justin leans his head back, closing his eyes. While he did feel badly that his mother had chosen to cater to Jared while he sat here thinking she hated him, he did understand her reasoning. He didn't agree with how she handled it, but she didn't deserve to be yelled at. She was doing the best she could. "Of course I forgive you. This whole thing wouldn't have started if I hadn't belted Jared to begin with. For that, I'm sorry."

"It is okay. I still love you and so does God - He understands. And I have a feeling Jared would have found another way to make you look bad anyway."

"Why? I just don't understand."

"I don't either. I have nothing - you know that. I do not know what he wants. But he does not want you here - that much I know. I wonder if he is jealous or.. or... something. I don't know. But please, Justin... I love you. You are still my son and if it's your fault or my fault or whoever's fault... I want to forget about what happened and just move on."

Justin bites his lip. "Kinda hard to do that when Jared's still living with you."

"I am not sure what to do about that, yet. I was hoping I could help him somehow but it seems I cannot. Maybe I just need a little more time."

"Why not tell him to find his own place?"

"Would I do that to you?"

Another sigh comes from Justin. He didn't know what it was like to love a wayward son. "No. But it's stupid that he's dictating you. I bet he's not even there right now, is he? And that's why you can talk about all this?"

"Well I..." Lydia sighs now. "Yes, you are right. He will not hurt me. And he will not hurt you. I believe that. It will just make him more mad if you come and I do not like seeing you fight. I just need a little more time. I want to see what he really wants, then see if I can help. If I cannot, I will tell him to leave."

Justin didn't know if that was the best solution or not, but it was all they had at this point. "Is he helping take care of you? Are you getting along okay?"

"Oh yes. You do not have to worry about anything. He makes sure I have groceries - otherwise how would I cook for him?"

Hearing his mother chuckle makes Justin laugh, too. At least she could find some humor in it all. "Alright. I'll try not to worry. I know I just happened to catch you at a good time... Next time, you call me, okay? When he's gone again and you can talk freely. I won't call again in case he's there - I don't want him getting mad at you."

"That will be fine... oh... I think... yes, he just got back. I should go. Thank you for calling me, Justin. I love you. I will talk to you soon."

"Love you, too, Ma. Talk to you later." Hanging up, Justin just holds the phone for several moments. A part of him felt as though a great burden had just been lifted... while a part of him remained angry that his brother had such a hold over them. Though Jared hadn't "done" anything, their mother was still afraid of him - afraid to make him mad. Was she fearful that he would do something to her, or just fearful that she'd lose him as a son altogether? Probably the latter, but still, Justin wished she could just stand up for herself and give Jared a piece of her mind. But... she was the mother, not him.

Continuing to sit alone, Justin wondered if that bridge would have been mended, had it not been for Beth. He still didn't agree with her method but... it still had brought him and his mother back together again. At least a start anyway. But... Beth had still spoken to his family without his knowledge... involved herself in something very personal... it still didn't set right with him.

During the next few days, nothing much changes...



"So you gonna come back over tonight or what?" The blonde woman gives Jared a devilish sort of look as she leans on the open doorway, her skimpy nightgown blowing in the afternoon breeze.

Jared pauses on the porch, cocking his head and giving her a once-over. "Maybe. When did you say your boyfriend gets back?"

She shrugs. "In a day or two. He always calls when he gets close to town though."

"So I come tonight and then what? Goodbye Jared once your man is back or what?"

The woman steps closer and slings an arm over his shoulder, leaning in to give his lips a kiss, then his cheek and on down his neck. "You wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" she whispers in his ear.

Jared grins and pulls her closer, forcing his lips to find hers in a strong kiss. "You know me way too well to just be a stranger," he muses.

She laughs and lets him go. "Call it womanly intuition. I have to admit though... I think I'm gonna miss you when this is over, Mr. Hawks."

He studies her with a sly glint in his eyes. "Then we better make tonight worth remembering." Backing away, he finally leaves after having spent the last two hours here rather than the "trip to the mall for a business meeting" like he'd told his mother. Now to pick up his mother some trinket somewhere to make her happy and so she'd believe where he'd been.

Walking out into the street where his car was parked, he goes around to the driver's side and pulls his eyes from his pocket. As he does, loose change goes everywhere. Hearing the woman's voice, he looks up to the house to find her laughing at him. He grins and throws his arms in the air before wandering into the middle of the street to pick up the runaway coins.

The nearby public bus had not been seen. Nor had the impatient car, taking the risk of speeding around the slower vehicle. And as they travel, another car turns from a driveway, creating oncoming traffic that the hurried driver had not anticipated. Witnesses would later give testimony that all three vehicles had swerved to avoid a collision. The innocent car spins out into someone else's driveway, taking with them two trash cans. The speeding car bounces up onto the opposite curb then overcompensates to nick the front corner of the bus. Like a domino affect, the bus takes its turn to swerve. But as the bus driver battles with the car at fault, his eyes are taken off the road in front of him. And when his sights return to his lane, all he can do is slam on his brakes.

Oblivious to what was happening around him, Jared picks up the last quarter and straightens. The corner of his eye catches movement, but there's simply no time. The last thing he sees is the front of the bus coming towards him…



"…Whoa, whoa, Ma, slow down." Jared had almost not answered his phone as he drove from Brookshire back to his place. It had been a crappy morning, but not because of his session with Scott. That had gone very well. Everything else had gone to pot. His morning had started out badly when he hadn't heard his alarm. Finding he was out of dog food hadn't helped, nor had slipping in the shower and whacking his shin on the faucet. And leaving Brookshire without having seen Beth... again... just seemed to add to his irritation. It was stupid since it was his choice. It had now been a week since the night she'd left his place. And even though he'd called his mom and started working things out with her, the whole thing with Beth still bothered him and now it had been long enough that he wasn't quite sure how to approach her again even if he wanted to. One thing was for certain though... as much as he didn't want to feel it... as much as he didn't want to admit it... he was getting lonely, and he did miss her company.

Now hearing his mother's frantic voice on the other end of the phone, he tenses. "Start over. What about Jared?"


...It was several hours later. The medics from the hospital in Truman had just taken Jared, who was in critical condition, to the Franklin Hospital in North Springs for more extensive surgeries. It wasn't looking good. Lydia was trying to stay strong, but it wasn't easy - with the help of a couple ladies from church though, her tears had lessened. They would take her to North Springs while Justin went to the house to get a few things for her then meet her there and stay with her until they knew what was happening.

But now, as Justin sits on his mother's bed, back at the house to pack a few things in her little travel bag, it's the first time since getting the call that he took the time to just sit. His mind had been going a hundred miles and hour, and now, in the quiet of the house, his emotions had a chance to surface.

His brother was close to death... and part of him didn't care, while the other part was stunned and not wanting it to happen. He was trying to take care of his mother the best he could but he knew this was even more a nightmare for her than him. After today... after her friends left... would he be able to do enough for her? Could he give her the support she needed? On his own? What if Jared did die? What did that mean? He felt guilty for not feeling worse about the whole thing. Would he feel a hole? Could they have worked things out? Would he always wonder what could have happened, had they had more time together? Would his mother come out of this well? Would she be able to move on, with only one son left as she mourned the loss of her other son and still lived with the loss of her husband?

Justin puts his head in his hands and continues to just sit. Fifteen minutes... that's all he needed. But he needed to regroup before heading to the hospital. He needed to think. He needed... a shoulder. He didn't know how to feel. He was frustrated, upset, angry for some reason, scared... he didn't know what to do with all of it. His mother had friends she'd been talking to all afternoon. He had... himself. But sometimes he hated his own analytical mind and just wanted someone else to carry the burden. Not all the time. Not even often. Just... once in a while. He just needed... someone. This was bigger than he could handle and he knew it. This was more than he could think through with logic.

Taking a deep breath, he straightens and pulls his phone from his pocket. Thinking for a few minutes, he finally dials. Hearing Beth's voice answer the other end was like the breath of fresh air he'd been missing. And yet... what to say?

"Hi, Beth. It's me." He sighs deeply, closing his eyes. He didn't even know where to start. "Um..." Here he was, calling her out of the blue after a week's silence. And it was because he wanted something from her. How must that look? How would that make her feel to think he only called her when he needed something, rather than to try and fix whatever had happened between them?

Trying to push aside the doubts, he swallows hard. "Something... something happened today. My brother was in an accident and... he might not make it. I'm in Truman - at Ma's house, but I gotta go to North Springs where they took Jared. Ma's there already with some of her friends. I just... um... I know it's about a two hour drive for you but..."

But what? He was asking an awful lot of her. Yet he had no one else. He didn't want any of his other friends right now. None of them would understand, if they even came at all. In the back of his mind, he remembered waking up when he'd been so sick, and finding that Beth had cared for him. The comfort she'd offered... the peace she'd shared... Perhaps that's what he was seeking now, and just didn't know how to ask.

"...would you come? To the hospital? I... I know there's things we should talk about, but right now, I just..." His voice grows a little quieter, his shoulders dropping. "I'd like your company."


JT wanders into the doctor's lounge and pours a cup of water from the cooler, sipping it slowly. Pacing the room, he rubs a tired hand over his face. It had been a long day full of one emergency after the other. He was supposed to have had the day off... but again, he'd been called in. Though he cared a great deal for his patients, he knew that several other doctors took advantage of his willingness and often shoved their work off onto him. But who else would do it if JT didn't? He sighs and downs the rest of his water. He'd take a short walk down the halls to loosen up then get back to the patients he needed to check.

Just as he's tossing his paper cup into the trashcan though, someone grabs him from behind. He goes to cry out but a strong hand is clamped over his mouth while both of his own hands were held tightly behind his back. His eyes widen and he struggles against his captor, fear racing through his veins. Backing up, he slams his assailant into the wall in an attempt to get him off, but it does no good.

"Cut it out," a whisper is hissed into his ear. "You wanna alert the whole flippin' floor?"

JT stops struggling for a moment. Who was this? Whose voice was that? He tries to speak but it only comes out as a muffled mumble. All at once, he's being dragged through the rear door in the room and into a back hall. Turned around and pushed forward, he stumbles the long trek to the stairwell, down one flight, then to the back parking lot of the hospital. Finally released, he whirls around, hands up in defense only to find Gunner standing right behind him. "Gunner!" He throws his arms in the air. "What do you think you're doing?! Are you nuts?!"

"Yes." Gunner gives him a shove towards his car. "But you're coming with me."

"Now hang on just one minute." JT stops in his tracks and straightens. "I don't know what you're trying to do but-"

"I'm kidnapping you."

"What?!"

"Kidnapping you. It's the only way."

"Only way for what?!"

Gunner sets his hands on his hips. "It's the only way to get a vacation while you're still young enough to go on one. So come on." He takes JT's arm, pulling him towards the car. "We're all packed."

"Whoa whoa whoa! Vacation? We? Who is we?"

Gunner sighs. "A vampire and a lovely maiden who only want to spend a little time with the people we care about. Is that too much to ask?"

JT blinks. "You are a very talented man to be able to lose me within two sentences." He grabs Gunner's shirt collar and yanks him closer. "You just scared the wits out of me in there! For a vacation?! What are you talking about?!"

"Look, just because we're at a hospital doesn't give you the right to have a heart attack." Gunner pries loose JT's fingers form his shirt. "And I'm sorry I scared you but if you need a clean pair of shorts, Bree made sure to pack those for you."

"Bree. You and Bree. Vacation. Kidnapping. This is great. Just great. I have a job, Gunner! Patients! You can't just come in here and drag me away!"

Gunner grins. "I just did. And..." He looks at his watch. "That fine niece of yours will be coming out any moment with your lovely girlfriend."

"Girlfr... what?"

"Oh come on now... don't pretend we haven't noticed. It's time you two had a date. And a vacation."

"Dr. Fuller? Bree is bringing Dr. Fuller?"

"I think that's Amanda to you. And yes. Yes she is. And yes, we're going on vacation. The four of us. Today. Right now."

"But-"

"We've taken care of everything. Your patients are fine, Amanda's patients are fine and your work will be done for you while you're gone. Now come on... please? Get in the car, will you?"

JT's mouth hangs open and he just stares at the car. "Well what-"

"Bree's got her car too. We have everything we need. We'll just need to stop by Amanda's to get her stuff and then we'll take off."

"But-"

"Get in the car!" Gunner yells, yanking open the passenger side door.

JT blinks and numbly goes to sit in the car.

"Thank you!" Gunner lets the door fall shut and looks to the hospital's back door again, waiting for the other two to complete the foursome in this surprise camping trip.


Jeff smiles and takes a sip of his water, too. "You're welcome. While the idea of supper with Stacy had been a bit haphazard, Jeff really does enjoy the time with her. It had been so long since he'd really socialized apart from the others at the ranch, that her company was a breath of fresh air. Most everything was small talk, but he didn't mind. Cracking jokes and talking about the ranch was what he was good at, and he even talked a little bit about his own past and what had transpired with Katie being his daughter. When the meal is over, something inside of him wishes it wouldn't end, but he knew that Stacy needed to make her rounds before bed and he didn't want to hold her up. There were no promises to have dinner again, but Jeff left it open in case she ever did want the company another time. Tonight, instead of card games, he spent time in the kitchen cleaning up, then heading to his bunk, leaving the night life to the younger group...


Eric sits on the edge of his bed, cell phone in hand. He sighs. Again. Today had been a long day. The whole thing in town still bothered him a bit, though the embarrassment had subsided, as had his anger with Jeff. He hadn't meant to get so upset. It had just... happened. He'd been uptight all through his evening meal, but maybe Kaylee's little outburst had had a purpose after all. Sitting with her in the living room and calming her down had somehow calmed him down as well. Maybe because he'd been thinking about someone other than himself.

When he'd walked through the dining room later, he'd seen Jeff and Stacy eating together. It had taken him a little by surprise. He hadn't known of his brother's plans, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was anything more to it than just a meal. After all of Jeff's teasing during the day, he hadn't thought Jeff would be interested in Stacy but... maybe he was. Eric didn't know and though his curiosity wanted to ask, he knew it was none of his business. He did wonder though if Jeff spent more time with Stacy if that would ever mean Ashlee wouldn't be spending quite as much time with him in the barn. It was a silly notion, he knew, and he quickly pushed it aside, but somewhere deep down, that thought was still there.

And now... late evening... sitting on his bed... he felt the letdown after the day was done. He really did feel miserable. Was Jeff right? Had he been moping around? Was he a burden to the others? Was he just making everyone else miserable too? He looks down at his phone. He'd comforted one little girl tonight and it had helped him see a little more clearly. Perhaps telling another two little girls what he should would be an additional step.

Dialing, Eric hears an answering machine with Katie's voice. He wasn't sure if he was glad no one had answered or not. Should he even leave a message or call back later? He finally decides to speak. "Hi, Katie and Thirteen. It's your uncle Eric. Listen, um..." He knew he was talking to the whole household by speaking to the answering machine, but it would have to do. He was past the point of embarrassment now. "I just wanted to call and see how you both were doing. I, um... I also wanted to say I'm sorry. I know it's been a little while since I visited and I probably should have called sooner, but... well, I guess I was too proud. I'm sorry about what happened when Dana and I were there. You've probably heard that she left me right after we got married, so I guess I got what I deserved. I still don't know exactly what happened but I do know that I said things I shouldn't have and I should have listened more to my family. So... I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I love you both and I'd like to see you again soon. ...Bye."

Flipping his phone shut, he feels a little silly but a little bit better, too. He hoped both girls got his message. If not, maybe repeating himself would be easier. At the very least, he'd said he was sorry... as he was. There were so many things that never should have happened... and now he was reaping the consequences.

Knowing that others were probably still up in the dining room, Eric opts not to socialize tonight. He'd rather be alone and just think. But rest didn't come easy. After lying in bed for several hours watching stupid television, he still hadn't fallen asleep. By now it was well after dark and the ranch was quiet. Probably everyone else was in bed. They were probably sleeping. Why couldn't he just get his brain to shut off for a while?

Eventually, he's had enough. If his mind wanted to keep him awake, he might as well help it along. Still dressed, he pulls on is boots and heads out into the night air, forgetting that Stacy might still be up and about. Taking a deep breath, the coolness felt good. It was a little chilly but he didn't care about putting a jacket over his t-shirt. He'd rather feel the air. Walking towards the dining hall, he stops halfway and just stares up at the night sky. Stars... millions of them. The sky was so vast and he was so small. Who was he that his life mattered? Who was he that in such a huge universe anything he would do would matter? He knew God loved him and had a purpose for him but... where? Why? When?

A cool gust of wind pushes ahead of a breeze. Keeping his head back, he closes his eyes and slowly stretches out his arms to feel the full force, drinking in the refreshing air. The chill caressed his fingers, swept around his arms and combed through his hair, giving him goosebumps. And then... stillness again. Letting his arms flop back down, his shoulders drop. And he continues his route to the main building.

Getting inside, there were no lights on. He turns one on in the corner, giving the dining room a soft glow. Then heading for the kitchen, he prepares a pot of coffee. It doesn't take long before he's seated at the little corner couch near the fireplace... alone... thinking while sipping the warm drink.

Yes

Katie couldn't help the tears that sprang into her eyes. They didn't have their connection but the hurt seemed greater than even that. her heart was being shattered all over again and this time it was because Jason would be gone for good and she didn't understand why this was happening.

"I can't let you go, J. I love you... How am I to live without you?"

Burying her face into Jason's chest, she just let the quiet tears come. Tonight was the night Katie knew everything would change. She wasn't ready. She wanted more time. Tons of people still needed Jason in their lives. She still needed him and it just wasn't fair.

"We all need you still. I need you still. I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't be the hero this time."

Keeping her face buried into Jason's chest and her arm wrapped around him, she pulls her legs up onto the little empty space on the couch and curls in next to him, staying close but not smothering him. Her sobs still seemed to come though she tried to keep them quiet, not wanting to upset Jason more. It was just hard to keep them inside.


Though eating at a different time than most of the others tonight, Stacy still was in the dining hall for dinner after she took a short shower and cleaned up. Sitting back and just watching, she takes everything in. It was different today - sitting and watching she was able to observe a little more than normal.

Watching the crying child as she roamed the room trying to find what she was looking for, Stacy gives a small smile. She remembered when Ashlee decided she wanted to do everything on her own. It seemed like just yesterday and now the days had just slipped away.

Continuing to watch as the young girl takes a spill and Eric is the first to scoop her up in his arms, it brings another smile. After seeing him in a rotten mood before the ride home, it had made Stacy feel slightly bad, but now seeing him with the child in his arms, there was a love, almost maybe a longing. Seeing how the family bonded and that the child was everyone's to protect, it settled in a good feeling.

The time passed and as everyone filtered out of the dining area, Stacy changed positions to the small table Jeff had set up where she could still see Dylan. Giving a smile to Jeff as he comes out with the food, she thought everything looked nice. Nicer than she had expected it to be.

"Mmm...everything looks so nice and smells good. I have to admit, before we got here, home-cooked meals or sitting down as a family was not something that came much. It's really been nice to do that again."

Placing her napkin on her lap and reaching for her glass, Stacy gives a giggle at Jeff's comment about the welcome party as she can feel her cheeks grow slightly warm. "Thank you for the meal and making me feel welcomed." She holds up her glass to Jeff's and gives a little clank, then takes a sip.


Walking down the sidewalk, Beth's stride was short and slow. It was a normal day at Brookshire visiting her sister, except today wasn't really normal. Feelings from what had happened the day before were lingering and Beth couldn't help but still doubt herself.

Stopping at the bench and finding it empty, Beth lets out a small quiver of a sigh. This was the first time in a long time that Justin wasn't waiting for her and it made her feel even worse. Part of her wondered...would she see him again or would life continue on just with one less friend? She had learned a lot from Justin. Now she just hoped this wasn't the end and she could continue to learn and grow.


Looking over her shoulder, Michaela gives a smile and shakes her head. Rocky had a funny side and she liked it. It wasn't overboard but it wasn't dull either. It was balanced nicely.

"I have a feeling...you're late for everything." She laughs again as humor dances in her eyes. It was nice to have someone different to talk to and have new conversations with. Rocky having such a sense of humor just made it even better.

"Hmm...I think I'll have the double chocolate chip frappachino. With whole milk, not soy. What's the point of getting something unhealthy if you're not going to go all the way, right?"


Just lying there for a long moment, Ryan doesn't move. Hearing what Tal said about the shower, she gives a little grunt before sitting up and just watching him for a long moment .She really had been comfortable lying on the floor last night with him. It had been more comfortable than she had originally thought.

"Right about now, a shower sounds good." Heading down the hall and into the bathroom, she finds a towel before getting in. Standing under the water for a little bit, the rest of her shower went fast before she was ready to get out. Getting dressed in her tank top that was under her hoodie, and her sweatpants, Ryan runs her fingers through her hair, leaving it down before heading out into the kitchen.

Standing in the doorway for a moment, she watches Tal before walking around to where he's standing. Coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, she leans up and places a kiss on his cheek, then leans her head on his shoulder as he cooks. "Thank you, Tal, for letting me experience the puppies with you. That was something really amazing that I will never forget. The puppies are so cute, just like their owner."


As Kyle talks about how nice it would be to have a family here and all the memories for the future that could be made, Alice continued to watch him and her own eyes held that maybe she was picturing it herself. It was a nice thought that made her lie back again and just look up at the clouds. She hadn't thought about a family in a long while, but now thinking about it, it just made her smile again.

"It would be a cute house to live in. Sounds almost...perfect, really, like a dream or something from a book." Letting the silence come again, Alice was a bit surprised as Kyle mentions them getting married and the ring in his pocket. Sitting up on her elbows, she just looks at him for a long moment, searching his face to see if he was serious. Her heart raced. It almost felt as though it was going to beat out of her chest.

Finally, the shock wears off and a smile spreads over her lips as she continues to look up at Kyle. The shock had turned to excitement and she could feel how happy she was. "Kyle Mitts, if you're asking me to marry you, my answer is...yes. Yes, Kyle, I will."

Dinner

Stacy's initial response makes Jeff bite his lower lip. He hadn't even thought before speaking, and he hadn't intended, at all, for his offer to be inappropriate. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, so now realizing the implication of his suggestion gives him a turn at being slightly embarrassed. And she was right about Dylan, too. He smirks a little - but not at her. What had he been thinking?

Opening his mouth to apologize, he stops, a little surprised at the suggested compromise. A grin pulls on his lips as he looks over at her. "Looks like I've had my fair share of sticking my foot in my mouth already today... you might regret having dinner."

He chuckles and shakes his head. Looking over at her as she drives, he studies her for a moment, prepared to just tell her to forget the whole thing, make another joke and move on. But... was that a genuine smile? Was that real interest in her eye? For the first time today, Jeff wonders if maybe his flippant offer was more than that to her. She was the newcomer, after all, and though the ranch families were welcoming and friendly, the adjustment was probably still a bit hard. Maybe Stacy really did want some one-on-one company.

"Okay. Lasagna it is. And if it tastes bad, we'll blame the microwaveable box, not me."

The rest of the trip back to the ranch was rather uneventful. Conversation was light, and Jeff couldn't help a few wisecraks as they drove. Inside though, he did wonder if the trip was as nice in the other vehicle. And the closer they got to the ranch, the more Jeff knew he should apologize to Eric.

...Once everyone is back at the ranch, Jeff says he will see Stacy later - after the others were gone from the dining room at supper, if not before. Eric disappears and Sparky and Dylan unload the grain before getting the new tack into the barn...

Mick watches from a distance as he grooms Remington in the far barn aisle. Dylan was talking with Sparky... helping with the work... putting his new saddle in the tack room. He seemed... calm. If the young man would have cracked a smile, Mick would have thought he was... having fun. Leaning on Remington's back, Mick studies the scene. What did Sparky have that he didn't? Why did Dylan take to him and not his own father? Mick was trying so hard... but it was Sparky that Dylan accepted. Mick knew it wasn't right for him to be jealous - after all, Dylan didn't have a bad history with Sparky. But still... it wasn't easy to just stand back and watch.

...Dinner time at the ranch was much like usual. The only thing different that someone might notice was that Dylan had again joined his sister and Dan, along with Wendy and Clint. Though still barely showing signs of smiling, let alone laughing along with the rest of them, the look in is eye proved that perhaps he really was having a good time today, even if he wouldn't let it show.

Not everybody ate with the gang, but that wasn't anything too abnormal. A few people wondered where Jeff was, but no one thought a whole lot about it. Mick, Rosetta and BJ were eating at their own house tonight too, so the absence of one or two was never anything to be overly concerned about.

During supper, wails come from the far table as a green bean goes flying into the air. Though reprimanded, Kaylee continues to show her displeasure by refusing anything more to eat, continuing her toddler tirade with a few kicks to the table and a few loud "No!"s.

Becky sighs as she tries to figure out what the little girl wanted, but it wasn't easy. Jim tries too, but Kaylee didn't want him either. Let down from her highchair, she just continued to fuss, babbling words that no one understood. Jim looks to his wife with a quirked eyebrow. "Any ideas?"

"None." Beck shakes her head while trying to clean off Kaylee's face from supper. "She was perfectly content up until today. Nothing seems to please her."

"Teething?"

"Maybe. I think she's got a couple left to come in."

Kaylee finally squirms enough that she's suddenly free of her aunt's arms to head towards the kitchen. Becky stands, tired of the day-long fight, but doing her best to not lose her cool. "Kaylee," she chides. "Where do you think you're going?"

Kaylee stops and looks around the room, her big eyes roaming all of the faces. She gives some sound of displeasure before changing her route to the back door and taking off at a short-legged sprint, her pigtails bouncing as she goes.

Knowing the little girl couldn't reach the doorknob, Becky doesn't run, but sighs again and wipes applesauce off her hands, giving Kaylee time to figure out she couldn't go anywhere.

Almost to the door, Kaylee trips and goes sprawling face-first onto the hard floor. Already in a sour mood, tonight isn't a night to bounce right up and keep going. Tonight is a night to let the crocodile tears burst forth to accompany the shriek of pain and fear. Lying on the floor and screaming, "Owie!" she cries hard enough that she can't get back up.

Thankfully, she wasn't far from watchful eyes, and it was Eric who was closest to her. He'd chosen a table away from the others, joining Trent for a quiet supper without conversation. Not in the best of moods, he hadn't really wanted to socialize much, and dealing with kids never had been his thing. Now though, it was pure instinct that brought him to his feet, the rest of his half-eaten meal forgotten. It only takes two strides to reach Kaylee, and without thinking, he scoops her up in his arms. "Shhh," he croons. "You're okay. You're not hurt."

At first, his comfort does nothing but bring louder wails. Her tears stream down her cheeks as she fights his arms, wanting independence, but feeling scared from her fall at the same time. Realizing she wasn't going to be put down though, she suddenly buries her face against Eric's neck, her little fists clenching his shirt. "Dada!" she sobs, her words muffled.

Realizing just what it was that had been bothering the little girl, Eric tightens his arms, holding her even closer, while rocking her back and forth. "Shh..." He rubs her back gently, trying to calm her down. "Daddy will come... he will... you're okay."

Approaching slowly, Becky's face now wears some sadness. Everyone missed Wes, but this little girl must miss him the most. No wonder she'd been a holy terror all day. Joining Eric, she gives him a look of apology. "I should probably take her back to the house and see if she'll sleep."

Eric nods and tries to hand Kaylee over, but it's nearly impossible. Kaylee refuses to lift her face or let go of his shirt, screaming even louder as Becky tries to take her. Eric looks at Becky a bit wide-eyed. "Apparently she doesn't want to leave."

Becky throws up her arms. "I don't know what she does want."

Giving up and resuming the slight rocking and rubbing Kaylee's back, Eric doesn't realize that most everyone had suddenly stopped to see what on earth was going on. Just as suddenly though, Kaylee's wailing ceases. Though still crying softly as she hid her face, she'd grown limp, exhausted from her outburst.

Becky's eyebrows rise. "Or maybe I do know what she wants."

"Me?" Eric's surprise was evident. He'd figure he'd be the least likely candidate for any kid to latch themselves onto. "She must really be out of it." He smirks and goes back to the table with Becky. But just as he tries once more to pass off Kaylee, the screaming starts again, and again, Eric is left with the sobbing bundle in his arms. Looking at Becky's helpless expression, he shrugs in surrender. "I guess I give up. I'll try to get her to calm down first before we try this again." Perhaps feeling more sorry for Kaylee than he'd ever admit, Eric heads to the living room where he sinks down onto the couch. It would take a while, but eventually, Kaylee would fall asleep long enough for him to take her to Jim and Becky's where they could put her to bed for the night.

In the meantime, the rest of the ranch carried on, and soon, the main dinner was over. Most of the gang filtered out, but Dylan, along with a few others, stuck around for a card game that would last who knows how long. Perhaps no one would ever find out why Dylan just happened to stay on this particular night. Though remaining quiet compared to the rest of the bunch, he took up a seat next to Ashley, finding her presence fun in a way.

But back on the opposite end of the room, one of the small tables was pulled away from the others and donned with a tablecloth that had a pattern resembling a giant red bandanna. Two place settings were prepared- everything set "just so" but not so much that one would be afraid to move anything. As promised, a small pan of lasagna was served, along with some garlic bread that Jeff would never own up to making himself.

After serving and a quick prayer for the meal, Jeff leans back in his chair, offering Stacy a bit of a sheepish grin as he toasts her with his glass of water. "To the bodyguard... who never got a welcoming party."


With Beth deciding to leave, Justin wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He didn't like letting her walk away without resolving this first, but he really would rather be alone right now.

"Yeah... okay." Once the door is closed, Justin sets his ice cream aside, not wanting to finish it. Staring at the television, he ends up shutting it off, unable to get his mind to concentrate on the movie anymore. And though he went to bed early, it would be a good long while until he fell asleep.

The next day at Brookshire would be the first time in a very long time that he didn't cross paths with Beth while there.


Slipping into the coffee shop and quietly approaching Michaela from behind, Rocky leans his head close to her shoulder. "Boo."

Straightening, he grins. "Would you believe I got all the way up to the checkout and realized I'd forgotten something and had to walk clear to the back of the store again?" He shrugs. "That's the best reason I can come up with for being later than you."

Sidling around her and walking backward a few steps, he gestures for her to follow him to a booth by the window where he sits. "So, Michaela White... what'll it be for you in a place like this?"


Tal could probably just lie here all day if Ryan wanted to, but that obviously wasn't an option. Once Ryan sits up, he looks up at her and laughs. "I'll take the pancakes, but I don't think I want any mean ones."

Finally getting himself to sit up, stretch then stand, he helps Ryan up too. Reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear, he smiles. "Thanks... for...well, just being you." Leaning in, he gives her a gentle kiss on the lips before moving around her to the cupboards. "Looks like I got some pancake mix here... and I should have anything else in the fridge, so help yourself. Oh, but don't use the front left burner on the stove - it doesn't work."

He stops and glances over his shoulder. "Feel free to take a shower or anything too if you want - I don't mind. Bathroom is down the hall."


Kyle grins and kisses Alice's fingers as they pass by his lips. Her thanks isn't needed, but the look in his eyes reveals that he has thoroughly enjoyed letting her in on his life, and has just as much enjoyed the fact that she's liked it.

Rolling over so he's half on top of her, propped up on his elbows, he leans down and presses his lips to hers, giving her a slow, passionate kiss. As a cool breeze blows, he knows this is surely a small taste of heaven.

Pulling away, his eyes twinkle in the sunlight, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. Moving back onto his side, he leans on an elbow, resting his head in his palm. "Yeah, this really is the perfect house. Wouldn't it be cool to live here? I mean, that sun room would be awesome for inspiration... you for your articles... me for my songs. And that spare room off the kitchen - that would make a great office, wouldn't it? The basement... can you imagine that as where the band could practice? Mmm, and the backyard... moonlight walks... backyard parties or even Bible studies... imagine having a small group out here or something. Family picnics... lying out here with you and watching the clouds just like this... all in between band travel."

He shrugs, letting his eyes wander the property. "Of course, we'd have to get married first. I mean, it would only be right." His lips curl into a smile full of mischief. "Say yes and I'll give you the ring that's in my pocket."


Looking up from the table as Katie enters the house, all three pairs of eyes see her. Derek and Liz exchange a glance, both knowing this was Katie, but unsure if they needed introductions or not. Cindy is about to do the honors but doesn't get much of a chance as Katie leaves to go into the living room. At least the offer to make supper wouldn't go unnoticed. "Thank you," Cindy calls after her. Looking back a bit awkwardly to Derek and Liz, she gestures to the living room. "That was Katie."

Derek nods. "I'm sure this is pretty rough on her, but she looks better than the last time I saw her."

In the living room, Jason feels the couch move again and he tries to climb from the depths of his lethargic sleep. Hearing Katie's voice, he tries even harder, but he can't help but relax as her fingers comb through his hair.

Feeling her hand in his, he manages to give her fingers a squeeze. "Yeah," he mumbles weakly. "Popular. Want my autograph?" Though his eyes remain closed, his lips quirk a little grin.

"Mm... tell them... Dalton and Sapphire... Um..." Almost drifting off again, his train of thought is momentarily lost. "They can come, but..."

His statement remains unfinished. Perhaps it was best he didn't say it anyway. Not now. But he could feel that by morning, he would not awake. He wouldn't tell them... he wouldn't fight it. The atmosphere was different this evening, and he knew it. It didn't have anything to do with his mother's worry or the presence of his father and sister. It was a feeling that had settled over the room, foretelling of a shorter end than anyone wanted, but would be easier for him to endure.

Katie's kiss to his lips brings him back once again, and he gradually returns the affection, finding the strength to slip his hand behind her head and run his fingers through her hair. And when the moment is finally broken, he forces open his eyes, looking up into hers where he sees the tears. "Aw, Katie..." His voice was but a whisper now. His thumb brushes aside the tears. "Don't cry. It'll be okay."

Swallowing hard, he fights to remain. "I love you. But... you gotta let me go."

Helpless

Getting in and buckling up, Stacy was ready to go and just waits for the others. She wasn't in much of a hurry so if they wanted to take their time, it was fine with her.

Hearing the voices that were starting to grow louder, she looks behind her first, to make sure Dylan was okay, only to realize it was Jeff and Eric. Giving a sidelong glance, she didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was hard with their voices raised. Some of the things said were interesting and it seemed Eric had been gone for a little bit? Ah, she'd forgotten he was a truck driver.

Once the voices quiet, Stacy glances into the mirror watching Eric walk to the other truck. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed he had chosen to ride with the others, on top of not being able to help but wonder what had gotten into him. Had she done something to put him on edge or was it really just Jeff's teasing?

After the door closed and Jeff was inside, Stacy waited for the other truck to pull out before she pulls out behind it. Hearing Jeff's apology, she glances at him and then back to the road, the corners of her mouth upturning into a small smile.

"It takes a lot more than that to really embarrass me. I guess being on the police force and being a woman can toughen you up pretty quickly when it comes to that kind of stuff. Thanks, though." Continuing to drive, she couldn't help but laugh at Jeff's attempt to make things up to her. His bad singing, no jokes - Stacy just couldn't see that being Jeff at all. She hadn't been here long, but she had come to know what each person was like, and Jeff was definitely the joker.

Hearing the invitation for dinner at Jeff's bunk or back in town, Stacy can't help the small bit of shock she felt, though she recovered quickly from it. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her to dinner... Was Jeff really just trying to make up for what he bumbled?

"Jeff... Thanks for the offer. That's very kind of you, but...I don't think going back to your bunk is very proper, even if it's something innocent, and going into town - I need to stay at the ranch in case something happens."

Stacy is quiet for a moment, not daring to look at Jeff. It was nice of him to ask, and he was nice, but it just didn't seem right to leave for town and not be here. Yet, there seemed to be something that wanted to pull at her heart - something that told her she shouldn't let this opportunity pass her by...but why? Maybe because having a friend would be nice.

"We could always have dinner in the dining room. You could always bring that lasagna there to cook it once everyone else clears out."


Michaela gives Rocky a wink before pushing the cart away to get the rest of the stuff she needed.

Fifteen minutes later, she was packing her bags into her car before making her way across the street. Entering the shop, she looks around for Rocky but not seeing him yet, she just waits.


Squinting just a little and hearing the sounds around her, it took Ryan a moment to remember where she was. She never spent the night over at Alec's apartment - even so, it made her surroundings even more strange, but it wasn't alarming. It felt... comfortable and safe.

Hearing the little squeaks of the puppies again and Tal's voice ask her about breakfast, everything came back to her from the early morning, and she relaxes a little more into Tal's arm that was wrapped around her. Moving her head a little so she could look up at Tal, Ryan gives a smile, her eyes glittering in the morning light. She felt comfortable here - at peace, as if in this place no caution was needed because there was no worry of something happening. It was a nice feeling not to have to watch one's step and just...be.

"If I say yes then you're going to move and I am far too comfortable, but if I say no, then I fear the rumbling of my stomach will scare you away as well. It's a loss either way I guess."

Giving a little bit of a laugh, Ryan stretches and reluctantly moves, sitting up so Tal could as well. Looking at the small puffballs that still rested with Holly, she smiles even more. She had been part of something special last night. She had been part of life...and it would be something she would not easily forget.

"Want any help? I can make some mean pancakes!"


Looking up at the sky and watching the clouds pass by, the smile never leaves Alice's face. Any place with Kyle was always fun, but something about being in this house with him was just extra special.

"Sometimes I look back and wish I was still a kid too, but then I remember if I never grew up then I wouldn't have been blessed with everything I have been in life. So, I hold onto those memories and look forward to the ones I have yet to make."

Turning her head to the side to see Kyle, she can't help but let her eyes dance as they always did, even more so when it was just her and Kyle. The special silent moment shared between them - they meant the world to her and every moment was cherished. "I think it's an amazing house, perfect for raising kids in, especially like your family. It sounds like you all had quite the energy and there is enough space here just for that."

Hearing the stories about the house made Alice happy. It was nice getting to know a little more about Kyle each day and just hearing about his past - it made her feel so special that he wanted to share it with her.

Taking her hand and bringing it to the side of Kyle's face, Alice just runs her fingers over his skin - his eyes, his lips - just letting them map out his face. Her touch was soft and light as they just traveled, making their path.

"Thank you, Kyle, for letting me in a little more and seeing another part of your life. It means the world to me being able to share these memories with you. Today has been wonderful."


Pulling into the driveway, Katie takes note to the one extra car. She'd never seen it before and the license plate didn't even trigger in her mind who it could be. If something had been wrong, Cindy surely would have called her at work.

Entering the house and passing by the kitchen before heading to the living room, Katie stops, looking in to see Cindy and two other people. Just standing there for a moment, she looks over the man and the other girl before giving a small wave. It was not hard to tell that the man must be Jason's father because he looked so much like him, and the girl must have been related to Jason as well.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know I was here now in case you wanted to try and get some rest. I'll make dinner in a little bit so you don't have to tonight."

No smile passed across Katie's face like it normally would have, and no introduction to who she was was given. She could do that later. Right now, she was just worried about seeing Jason since she had been gone all day. The day had been long and her worry great, the wear and tear was written all over her face, but she would continue on and worry about everything else later.

Giving a little wave, Katie goes down the hallway and into the living room, going right to Jason's side. Sitting down on the edge of the couch, she takes his hand in her own and runs her hand gently down the side of his face before making her way to his hair and running her fingers through it a few times then combing it back into place for him.

"Hey, J. I'm here now. Looks like you have a busy day with some visitors. Mr. Popular, huh?" She tries to smile, though it was hard; the smile was only for Jason. She had to try and stay positive even if only around him. He had to keep his spirits up so - so did she - even if they couldn't feel each other.

"Dalton wanted me to tell you he said hi and Sapphire, too. They'd like to come see you maybe tomorrow."

Letting out a long sigh, Katie couldn't help the tear that rolled down her cheek. It was hard to sit here, helpless, seeing Jason this way. She'd been the hero...his hero... but now... even the hero couldn't save him and it hurt.

Leaning down, Katie presses her lips to his softly, just letting them linger for a moment. If anything, she just wanted to let Jason know she was there. She was there for him, and she wasn't leaving.


Lying in bed and just looking up at the metal slabs that marked where one started and the other stopped, Trey squinted and winced in pain now and then as someone made a noise down the hall. He had too much to drink last night and he was paying for it this morning. Almost everything seemed like a blur and if he hadn't found the paper inside his pocket this morning, he would have thought for sure he'd dreamed up the whole situation that happened at the bar.

His brother was dying, Jason was his brother, Jason's mom was his mom, his brother worked here, and he could save his brother? Why? His brother had the life while he was shipped away. Why had this person thought he would care if Jason lived or died?

Did he care? The same tug at his heart that had been there when he walked away from his mother was back again. A longing, a want, a need to know these people but the mask of pain and anger kept pushing it away even if Trey knew it was down there deep before those other emotions.

Closing his eyes again, he groans. What was the chance he was sent here, where his aunt worked, only to find out his brother was here, his twin brother, and his mother as well? Why did this happen? He'd been happy back in Mexico with his adopted family and now...now his brother's life was in his hands. How was he to make this decision and how much time did he have to make it?

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Eric drops his eyes for a moment before returning his sheepish gaze. While his lips were still curled, on the inside he was wondering if Stacy's words hit a little closer to home than he'd like. Was she talking about getting hung up on his speech, or something else? He sets that thought aside to revisit it later.

Gaining her permission to teach Ashlee to ride widens his grin a little. At least with all his bungles, she still trusted him - and for him, that was actually pretty good. The redness slowly fades from his face. "You're welcome. It's the least I can do. I mean..."

His words trail off as he feels her touch on his arm. For some reason, he felt much more sensitive today... like he could feel her warmth all the way through to his skin... as if he'd just been touched by a fuzzy electrical current that ran right up his arm and then down his spine.

Blinking, he tries to get himself back on track. "...with her bein' kinda alone and all." He felt badly, too, that Ashlee didn't have a dad in the picture, but he wouldn't say anything like that, for fear it might be taken the wrong way. "Guess I'll think a little more on teachin' her."

Backing away, his arm slips from her hand and he gives her a slight nod before turning and wandering back to where the hats were again. As he stops and looks at the hats though, the black one in particular, his hand finds its way to the place on his arm where Stacy's palm had been. And once again, he knew there was more to her than the tough outer shell she wore.

...The rest of the morning went without a hitch. There were no mishaps with Dylan, which made everyone feel a little more at ease, and after leaving the tack shop, they all walked a couple blocks to get a bite to eat where Sparky let Dylan stay with Stacy and Jeff while he and Eric went to get grain. Once back, Jeff convinced them to stay for an ice cream cone before heading back to the ranch. Dylan remained quiet most of the time, and though not cracking much of a smile, his eyes proved that he was having a bit of fun and was glad to get away from the ranch for the while.

Wandering to the pickups in the parking lot, Eric aims for the second truck, only to be met by Jeff, who held the door open for him. Stacy was already behind the wheel. While Eric didn't want to be squished in the middle again, he didn't want to make a scene this time, nor did he want any more embarrassing moments. He's just ready to slide in and take his spot when Jeff's words stop him short.

Jeff gives him a silly grin and gestures inside the truck. "In you go, Sexy. Are you going to wear your hat or not? 'Cause that might determine if I need my sunglasses."

Not only did the first comment make Eric bristle, but the second one only reminded him of the awkward spot he'd been earlier in over his "shining" hair. So much for not being embarrassed again. He knew Stacy had heard the comment, and immediately he felt the heat crawling up his neck to spread into his cheeks. And this time... he'd had enough. This time, he just couldn't be sandwiched in the middle again trying to swallow his pride and pretend he wasn't feeling like the local idiot. Jeff had gone too far. Forgetting his decision not to cause a scene, Eric steps to the side, glaring at his brother. "Get in," he hisses.

Jeff lifts an eyebrow, not really sure if that was real anger he saw or not. "That spot's reserved for you, Bro. Remember me and getting carsick?"

"I ain't ever seen you carsick," Eric counters. "And I ain't ever been so embarrassed as you've made me today. If you don't get in and shut up, I'm finding my own ride home."

Jeff's humor is dropped and he furrows his brow. "Hey, cool it. I was just teasing."

"You've been teasin' me all morning and I'm sick of it. I came along today because I had something to buy, not because I wanted to be poked and prodded and made fun of."

"For crying out loud," Jeff defends, "I'm just trying to get you to lighten up."

"I don't need to lighten up," Eric growls, his eyes still glaring. "All I need is a little more respect from my brother, rather than being made a fool of all day. Or is that too much to ask?"

The angry sarcasm sets off Jeff now and he can feel his own anger rising. "You do need to lighten up," he argues. "Ever since you got back, all you've done is mope. You're in a horrid mood and you act like it's the end of the world. Well it isn't, and I'm tired of all your crap. Far be it from me to tease you a little and try to get you to laugh instead of hating everyone and everything."

"You don't need to embarrass me to tease me!" Eric raises his voice.

"I don't know why you are!" Jeff throws his arms in the air. "Get over yourself!"

"Me?! You're the one that needs to grow up!"

"Well if growing up means not having a sense of humor anymore, then I guess you beat me to it."

Eric is tired of the verbal war and throws Jeff one last glare before spinning on his heel and stalking towards the other truck.

Watching him go, Jeff sets a hand on the open door to steady himself while trying to control his shortness of breath. Getting uptight wasn't the smartest thing anymore and his racing heart proved it. He hadn't wanted to get in a fight - he really had just been kidding around. Why couldn't Eric just be... Eric again?

Seeing his brother join Sparky and Dylan, Jeff's shoulders drop a little and he slowly climbs in the passenger seat next to Stacy before buckling in. Giving her a sidelong glance, he purses his lips. "I'm... sorry about that. I guess I didn't know he was that sensitive today. I hope I haven't embarrassed you as much as I've apparently embarrassed him." He really hadn't wanted to make anyone feel awkward. He was just tired of seeing his brother so sad and had only wanted to get him to laugh and have fun. Maybe he really had teased too much. He probably teased everyone too much. But life was too short to take everything so seriously all the time - a fact that he knew better every day.

Looking back at Stacy, he gives her a sorry sort of grin. "I can make it up to you... a little bad singing on the way home... no more jokes for a week... dinner at my place? Er, bunkhouse? I make a mean microwave lasagna. Or we could come back to town for dinner that actually tastes good."


Carson grins as he wipes off the counter again, watching Dalton leave. The big guy was alright, and Dani always seemed happy around him. Carson was pretty sure they'd make a good couple. He had to admit, it sent a little pang to his heart though, thinking about his baby sister getting married. They'd always be brother and sister, but he knew that their relationship would change some, and it would be a little bit of an adjustment. It would be Dalton's job to take care of her, not Carson's. He wondered if that would be easy to let go of or not. Sighing, he turns and heads back to the kitchen. That was one thing he could always count on - life would always change.


Hearing Beth's response, Justin questions what he would do next - he could tell by the tone of her voice that she felt badly. Wasn't it rightly so? She'd gone too far on this one, and probably should feel a bit badly about it. He still couldn't bring himself to reprimand her, though. Not like he did other people.

Looking down at the chocolate again, he goes for a paper towel, wetting it under the faucet to clean up the mess. The movie wasn't even near the end and Beth was suggesting she leave. Part of Justin wanted to stop her to make sure the consequences of this whole thing weren't too great. But part of him would just as soon have her leave. If he couldn't trust her to respect boundaries, maybe their friendship had gone too far.

"Up to you," he finally calls back. Tossing the messy paper towel into the trash can, he picks up the chocolate again and wanders back into the living room. Resuming his seat on the couch, he doesn't look up as he puts some chocolate on the ice cream he really didn't even want anymore.


"More prepared?" Rocky laughs. "What? I don't look prepared to you?" He stands straighter and looks down at himself. He did look a bit disheveled. But it didn't spoil his grin. "If I go home first, Puzzle is gonna expect me to stay, and I'd hate to disappoint him. That and..." He shrugs. "Call me lazy." The laughter still twinkles in his eyes.

"Shall we say... fifteen minutes? Coffee shop across the street?"


No sooner had Ryan curled up with him and Tal was asleep. Normally the floor would be too uncomfortable, despite the soft blanket, but this morning, he was so tired he could have slept anywhere. And maybe having Ryan in his arms helped...

...The sound of soft puppy whimpering rouses Tal from his sleep and he pries his eyes open. Yawning, he sucks in a deep breath of air, only now feeling something heavy on his chest. Glancing down, he realizes it's Ryan's head, and he grins. He didn't know what time it was, but light was shining brightly in the window and the sounds of traffic indicated activity. His gaze drifts lazily to the clock on the wall. It was nearing eleven o'clock. Even with as tired as he'd been, he was surprised he'd slept that long. He must have been extra comfortable.

Glancing at Ryan again, his arm gives her a little squeeze. "Hey," he whispers. "Want some breakfast?" Shifting a little to twist his neck around, he kisses her forehead. Somewhere along the way, fear of her not liking his apartment had dissipated. And somewhere along the way, apprehension had dissipated, too. For right now... this morning... he couldn't be happier.


Reese nods at Nate. "Thank you." He looks to Chance once more. "If you know the Underground so well, you tell me what comes next."

"I need to offer them the trade and then wait. They will probably run it up to the top dog then call me back. If they're desperate, it'll be quick. If they want to make me sweat, they might wait a day or so."

"Then make the offer." Reese holds up his phone. "From here." He nods to Nate. "You're free to go, but keep yourself available."


Kip digests Karla's words, remaining quiet for a long while after she'd spoken. He wasn't asleep though. On the contrary, his mind was going a million miles an hour. It hurt - everything did. He didn't know what was happening to himself... he didn't understand what was going on inside of him and it was scary. Maybe Karla was right? Maybe he should at least try what Kyle had suggested? And if he didn't like it, he didn't have to keep going... and Karla said the others wouldn't think any differently of him. So... was there really any risk to talking to someone?

Rolling onto his side, he faces Karla, closely enough that his forehead rests against hers. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply, draping his arm around her. "Okay," he finally whispers. "I'll tell Kyle I'll do it. But let's forget about it for tonight, okay?"

Pulling her closer, he battles with his mind for peace. And half an hour later, he doesn't even feel a blanket being pulled over the both of them by Gram who pads softly from the room again.


With just a little bit of imagination, the brick, two-story house might look like a fairytale cottage, complete with rounded windows and ivy crawling up the south end. A long driveway set it back into a cozy grove of pines and oaks, far enough from the main road to make one think they were far away from civilization. The front yard was spacious, dotted with tasteful bushes and shrubbery. The backyard was bigger than one might think, half cooled by the shade of trees. A stone path led the way from the broad back porch with a swing, around a vibrant flower garden and to a peaceful respite with a bench and small rock pool.

The inside of the house was just as elegant, though without a huge interior or fancy furnishings, it maintained a homey feel. The wood floor bore small marks - evidence of children's play. The kitchen, though bare, told of happy meals and singing. Living room and dining room both, though void of furniture, held memories of running children, silly shrieks and very simply, the love of family. A sun room in the back had hosted many quiet hours, spent with loved ones, or in prayer. Three upstairs bedrooms still echoed with laughter and the late night whispers of sleepovers.

And Kyle loved telling Alice about it all... his fall down the stairs when he was six, sneaking into the kitchen at midnight for cookies with his cousins, adventures with Phil out the bedroom window that no parent ever knew about, and the tears spilled in the sun room after the death of his dad. His aunt and uncle's house on the edge of town had given Kyle many fond memories that still entered his mind often. As he'd grown older, the time spent here had grown less and less. Life moved in and sleepovers, backyard camping and birthday parties had been outgrown. Then last year, his aunt and uncle had moved out of town to be closer to Kyle's aunt's parents. Today though, he'd had permission to come and had given Alice the grand tour, complete with stories for each room - some sweet, some sad and many funny.

Lying on his back in the front yard and watching the clouds pass over, Kyle squints into the bright sky. After the stress of last night dealing with Kip, today was a slice of heaven. "So... I guess this is the last place I really wanted to show you. Sometimes I wish I was still a kid again so I could come hang out here but... I guess these are just good memories to treasure, ya know?"

He rolls onto his side to look at Alice and a smile spreads from ear to ear. "Cool house though, huh?"


A knock at the door rouses Cindy from her light sleep as she sat in the living room chair with a blanket. She'd been there most of the time since being brought back by Susanne the night before. Not knowing at first what the noise was, she looks quickly to he couch, finding that Jason was still there and still sleeping. He slept most of the time now, and when he did wake, he wasn't always lucid enough for conversation. Rick had sent along some more powerful pain killers that knocked Jason out most of the time - a stark reminder that the end was approaching more quickly every day.

Cindy walks to the couch and reaches down to run a finger through his hair. Oh, to have her son full of life again. Another knock makes her jump and she realizes that's what had woken her. Heading to the door, she hopes it's not someone who just wanted to chat. Everyone meant well, but a few quiet hours had been nice. Opening the door, she looks out only to be met by a stranger. Or was he? It only takes a moment for Cindy's face to pale, her heart leaping into her throat as she simply stares.

Derek swallows hard, bringing Liz a little closer with his arm around her shoulders. "Hi, Cindy."

Cindy blinks and tries to say something, but no words come. She clears her throat and looks down for a moment, finally looking back up at him again. Squaring her shoulders, she takes a deep breath. "Derek. It's been a long time."

"Yes... it has."

Sensing the tension, Liz moves forward and stretches out her hand. "I'm Liz. Jason's sister. He told me a lot about you the last time I was here."

Cindy weakly accepts the handshake and does her best to smile. "I know he enjoyed getting to know you a little bit."

Derek shifts a bit uncomfortably. "We... came to see him... if that's okay."

"Um... he's sleeping at the moment. He, um... well it's..." Cindy swallows again, mustering up her courage while she battled against images from the past that bombarded her mind. Standing before her was the man who she, at one time, had blamed for ruining her life. This was the man that was the father of her sons. This was the man that had abandoned her when she'd needed him the most. Who had taken advantage of her in a vulnerable moment, only to tuck tail and run. And yet... the wounds didn't hurt quite as badly as they used to. Cindy looks between father and daughter, finding it hard not to be bitter against the fact that this girl had her dad in her life, while Jason had had no father growing up. But she knew it wasn't Liz's fault. And right now, Derek had just as much right to see his son as Cindy did. "Come in... please."

Derek's shoulders drop in relief and he offers a gentle smile and nod, following Liz into the house. Cindy leads them to the kitchen, offering them seats at the table as she sits with them. "Jason... is pretty out of it most of the time," she explains. "If you catch him when he wakes, it may or may not even register with him that it's you."

Derek nods. "We understand. I would have come sooner, but we just got word. I think Rick was waiting until he knew for sure that..." He lets his sentence trail off. "Well... he just said maybe now was a good time."

After having cried so many tears, Cindy again struggles to keep her emotions at bay. She had always been strong but this... all of this... it was beginning to take its toll and she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand up under it. "Yes, Rick has been here often to check on Jason. He wants Jason to be at TJY but Jason asked to stay here as long as he could so Rick agreed."

Derek nods again. "That's good. That he gets what he wants... Jason, I mean." An awkward silence follows until he clears his throat. "May I go see him?"

"Yes. He's in the living room." Cindy gestures to the next room.

Derek stands and holds out his hand for Liz to join him and they both slowly find their way to the couch where Jason still lay. Derek takes a knee and Liz quietly lowers onto the edge of a cushion. "Jason?" Derek sets as hand on his son's shoulder.

Jason's eyes flutter open and he looks up at the two blurry faces. He furrows his brow, thinking for a moment, then lifts one eyebrow. "Took you long enough," he teases weakly.

Liz breaks into a smile and she laughs softly. "Yeah well... timing isn't our best quality."

Jason manages a crooked grin as he fights to keep his eyes open. His hand moves to rest on Derek's. "Hey..."

"Hey." Derek forces himself to smile. "We didn't want to interrupt your sleep. We just wanted to say hi and let you know we were here."

"Mm-hmm..." Jason's eyes fall shut but he pries them open again. "Liz... you got a... a toothpick?"

She blinks. "A toothpick?"

"Two." Jason holds up two fingers. "To prop open my eyes."

Liz giggles. "No. But if you're that tired, we'll let you sleep."

"If you do that, you might.... might never get to talk to me." Jason tries not to wince too much as a new wave of pain hits, and he concentrates on the conversation instead as a good distraction. "So what's new... with you guys?"

Derek shakes his head. "Not much. Same old stuff. Figured we were due for a little vacation to Nevada was all."

Jason's mouth curls into a wry grin. "Sure."

Seeing his son's eyes dropping again, Derek gives his shoulder a pat. "You rest now, okay? We'll be around."

"Mm-hmm." Jason gives them both a weak wave.

Liz is reluctant to leave the couch, but she pries herself away to follow her father back to the kitchen, rejoining Cindy.

Cindy does her best to muster up another smile. "Katie spends a lot of time over here too... she and Jason are so close, you know. I'm sure she'll be here after work like usual."