Troublemaker

Jason’s eyes fly open again at the sound of Misty’s voice, and he as to admit that it is just as bit humorous. Though this is quite the contrast to staying at Con’s…Con never had any late night visitors, that was for sure.

Carson’s eyes get even wider as he watches Misty bounce around, finally stopping in front of him. Feeling her touch drives a warm sensation straight through to his heart.

Letting his eyes narrow, he keeps his arms crossed, his face growing stern. “So I’m the man, but no truce, eh?” He takes several steps forward, starting to back Misty up. “You like being at war, eh?” Several more steps bring them further into the living room. “And I can see that you’re not one to surrender.”

Another two steps, and he’s backed Misty up to the armrest of the couch. Leaning forward he’s just enough of a push to send her falling back over the armrest onto the cushions. Bending down over her, he braces himself with his arms, staring down at her face. “You…young lady…are a troublemaker, do you know that?”

Studying her eyes, his own spark with life. Leaning in, he presses his lips to hers for a passionate exchange. Drawing back, his voice is lowered. “Unfortunately…I like troublemakers.” Returning, he kisses her again, proving all too well that he has not disliked Misty’s disturbance.


Scott opens his eyes, a bit embarrassed that he’s fallen asleep. Deciding it would be useless to fight Katie’s help, he accept it instead, managing to get to his feet, leaning his weight on her shoulders.

He gives a short laugh. “Yeah, Rick wouldn’t be too happy would he?”

The going is slow back to the infirmary. Scott may have been comfortable on the floor, but it hadn’t done him any good. Finally making it to the bed, he eases himself down, letting his breath out slowly, trying to relax.

Looking up at Katie, he reaches out to take her hand for just a moment. “Thanks for spending the evening with me. You’ve made this whole thing just a little more bearable whether you realize it or not.”