Cancelled

Bret chuckles and heads for the door with Charlotte close behind. "Alright then...the mountains it is."

Locking the door, he aims for his car, sliding in behind the steering wheel, now fully awake. The necklace Charlotte had given him still hangs from his rearview mirror, swaying gently as the car moves.

Backing out of his driveway and seeing no one coming from either direction, Bret steers the car's tail in he wrong direction. Gunning it, then slamming on the breaks and twisting the wheel, he spins the car back around in a circle, then burns rubber, squealing down the street going the way they want to. "Yeehaw!"

A figure watches from the shadows, lifting an eyebrow at the driving. Making a mental note, they slink away.


Kyle looks up at Misty and nods, though is a bit confused. He knew she and Rick hadn't been discussing lunch.

Rick stops Misty once more before she can leave, his voice still low. "We better find a cure fast...because if that poison gets through with his vocal cords, it will just move on to something else until eventually it will kill him." He sees in her eyes the concern and her sincere want to help Kyle, and Rick knows she cares about him. "I know we'll figure this out...just keep cool. In the meantime, don't give him too bad a time about talking. The poison is doing more harm to him than him using his voice."

Finally he turns back to Kyle, offering a little smile. "Well, other than some added strain, not a whole lot has changed. I know I said three weeks the last time, but I'm giving you he okay to talk a bit. Just don't strain too hard, and if there's pain, stop. Got it?"

Kyle nods with enthusiasm and gives Rick a thumbs up. Sliding off the table, he looks to Misty again and holds up his keys, jingling them as the mischief shines in his eyes.


Jason looks at his computer screen, tapping his fingers on his desk. He felt deceptive. He hadn't lied, exactly...he'd just...left things out....hadn't said everything... but... He hadn't known how. He hadn't known how to tell his mom those things...he didn't want to be a failure...a disappointment. He hadn't wanted her to worry.

He reads her email again, realizing though, that he might have gotten himself in more of a mess than planned...

Jason,
Yes, the days just seem to get longer and longer. Wes is around more lately though, so it's nice to have the company. Clint's taking care of things well at the shop. The only drawback for him was he didn't get the vacation for a road trip with his motorcycle like he wanted. Now he's thinking next year.

You forgot to answer me about the dresses - did Camryn decide if she was going with the blue or purple? I wanted to get a dress to match. I know, I know, don't ask - it's a woman thing. ;)

Glad your knee is doing so much better. I'm sure if you wanted, Reese would put you back in the field at this point.

By the way, Austin might be coming back to TJY. Reese doesn't like it that he's been gone this long. He'll have to send a replacement though, so I don't know what will happen. I asked Austin the other day about what he'd heard through Reese about you and he seemed a little evasive. Know what's up there?

Anyway, it's time to dust the living room. It's the little things that keep me busy.

Love you and talk to you more soon.
-Mom

"Jason, you've got a call."

"Thanks, Susanne." Jason picks up his office phone, closing out his email and reverting his mind to other things. "Yeah, this is Jason."

"Hey, Jase."

Jason raises his eyebrows at Phil's voice. "Since when do you use the TJY phone?"

Phil laughs. "Since all I get is your voicemail on your phone."

"Oops." Jason turns around and grabs his cell phone, realizing that he'd turned the ringer off. "Sorry."

"No problem. Hey listen, I just called Rocky...the guy from Cryptic."

"Yeah?"

"Well, good news and bad news."

Jason leans back in his chair with a sigh. "Shoot."

"The good news is that Cryptic isn't disbanding. They're just coming back home and staying in the area, taking things easier than they have been."

"And the bad news?"

"They're in Washington state at the moment. They were going to come back tomorrow, but a flight got canceled and they got stuck."

Jason purses his lips, disappointed. "So Rocky can't come."

"Nope." Phil pauses. "Said he would have if he could have...he'd love to still get together with us sometime. I told him about Kyle and he couldn't believe it. Said the guys would be praying."

"Mm-hmm." Jason nods absentmindedly. He was used to the praying and the talk about God all the time now. In the back of his mind, something always started asking questions when the subject came up, but he'd always dismissed it. It was getting harder though... Bringing himself back, he sighs again. "Well...that's that, then. Who's gonna call to cancel the show?"

"I will if you tell Kyle."

"Oh, thanks a lot."


Cindy walks slowly through the kitchen, one hand on her back, and she stops to stare at the large pile of dishes. Everything seemed to take twice as long to do lately, and not having done the dishes for several days made this task the biggest for the day.

Giving a little sigh, she goes to turn the water on, but stops as she experiences a sudden pain. Wincing, she leans on the counter until it has passed. Catching her breath, she shrugs it off and starts forward, but again, another sharp sensation sends up the red flags in the back of her mind.

Turning around, she changes her route and finds a kitchen chair to sit in. Resting for a moment, she thinks it has passed, but another wave hits her.

Grabbing the cordless phone, she dials Wes' cell. He'd gone to work just a half hour ago after Clint had called, needing help with something. Hearing him answer, she tries to keep her voice calm. "Sorry to interrupt your work hun, but...I need to get over to Angel...I don't think this baby of ours is going to wait much longer."