Emotions

As Bree stops his hand, Gunner's pulse automatically quickens. What was she doing? He straightens again and looks at her, catching those deep eyes that stared back at him. No words were being spoken, but it seemed somehow it didn't matter right now. Gunner was confused, but his voice had suddenly left him.

Feeling Bree's hand on his face, then moving to his arm and chest like she had the other night, warmth creeps into his neck and face. She... wanted to touch him. But the emotions in her eyes weren't quite what he'd expect. It wasn't just a want for physical attention, but something more... she was afraid, but not of him.

Starting to open his mouth to question her, Bree surprises him again by leaning into him and resting her face on his chest, next to her hand. By now his heart was beating rapidly again, surly pounding in her ears as loudly as his own. She was so warm... so soft. A chill runs up and down his spine, not knowing what any of this meant. Then he felt a hot drop hit his skin from Bree's face.

Drawing back a little, he sees now that she is crying. And he has no idea why. It must not be him...otherwise she wouldn't have come to him like this.

Feeling totally inept, Gunner didn't know what to do. It seemed like an eternity, but really it was only a few seconds before his arm moves, slowly slipping around Bree's shoulders. Drawing her in a little closer, he holds her, letting her take whatever time she needed. He was clueless as to why she was upset, and it felt odd to be on the other end this time. He'd been the one needing a shoulder since the beginning... and though it didn't feel good to know Bree was upset, it did give him a little warm tingle inside, knowing maybe he was helping her this time.

Gunner tries to decide how to help, but he still felt pretty awkward. Eventually though, he takes his other hand and puts it over her hand that was still resting on his chest. He moves a finger to wipe away a tear, then just remains still, his heart still pounding with the bubbling emotions brought on by holding Bree.

"What is it?" he asks quietly. "What's wrong?"


Wyatt quirks an eyebrow and looks in the rearview mirror to smirk at Katie.

Jason grins.
I don't mind a bit. I think I feel an attack coming on now...
"Hey Wyatt..."

"Here," Wyatt interrupts, having fished a candy bar from down beside the seat. "This will give your sugar a nice kick."

Jason's eyes narrow.
Thinks he can win at this game, does he? Ah, but he forgets...
"Wyatt," he repeats.

"What?"

"I outrank you."

"Aw, you wouldn't. You said there wasn't anything between here and the airport."

"I would." Jason grins evilly. "And all you gotta do is take a detour off this road for about ten minutes to get to another town."

"Jase..."

"Food!"

Wyatt groans and shakes his head. "Alright, alright! But we're off the clock."

"Of course." Jason throws Katie a wink.
All it takes is just a little bit of know-how.

"And quit talking behind my back!"