Pizza Box

Scott is taken by surprise by Katie's hug, but slowly wraps his arms around her. Just to have her in his arms again...feeling her warmth...smelling her hair... He closes his eyes, letting all his senses take it in. It was pure bliss and pure torture at the same time.

He has a hard time letting her go as she backs away. Swallowing hard, his eyes follow her, his emotions going haywire. This couldn't be happening...it had been a nightmare since the night Katie had told him goodbye and it felt as if he'd never wake up from it. He had her within his reach and she was leaving again. His heart felt as though it was being torn from his chest. Consequences were being weight and he couldn't tell which way the scales would shift.

But as Katie approaches his door, he suddenly stands up as if his body had taken over his better judgement. "Katie..." The tears have finally filled his eyes and he looks at her with the pleading of a little boy who had lost the world. "I can't do this..."

Scott moves slowly from behind his desk, but stands feet from Katie as if scared to close the gap between them. "I keep saying it's impossible and I keep on convincing myself that there's no way it can work between us."

He stops, his tone wrought with emotions. "But it's just not true. I...I love you too much." His voice cracks. "I don't know how to survive without you."

Searching Katie's eyes, he looks for any sign of what he should do...any signal that would tell him stop or go. But it was all heart now. Logic no longer ruled. "Come back?"


Bret grins as he scans the menu and waits for the con to be tossed. "Oooh good. Appetizers it is, and leftovers sound fantastic as long as we at least finish up the onion rings tonight because those warmed up are nasty."

Hearing her suggestion for the next night, he rolls his eyes. "How about we flip a coin on the cleaning thing eh? Pretty soon I'm not going to be able to find anything in my house 'cause you've got it all crammed and stacked and sorted."


Jason sighs and takes Trooper by his leash, leaving his office for the evening. His stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to eat. He was feeling just a bit woozy after not having anything all afternoon and knew he should get some supper. Camryn was busy, so it was going to be another boring night.

Heading away, he sees the light on in the infirmary and pauses. Thinking for a moment, he goes to the door and pokes his head in, seeing Misty still there. He can tell she's been crying, and again his heart goes out to her. Carson had certainly done a number on her. "Hey, Misty..." He clears his throat. "Work much later you'll get everything done and there won't be anything left for tomorrow." He quirks a crooked grin. "I'm heading to the Pizza Box for some supper...you're welcome to tag along or I can bring something back for you."