You can't barrow

Jess holds up her keys and smiles heading for her car. It was strange Axel would want to drive sepret when they were both just going to the same place anyways.

"We can take my car I don't mind. It would take a few hours if we walked."

Getting into her car she holds her smile. Pulling out of the parking lot and heading down the road Jess is quiet for a long while just letting her mind wonder from one thing to the next till finally her own curosity can not be held back any long. But how did she want to ask? Should she just sound nosie or think of a way to ask differently.

"You know Axel, I dont mind having a rainbow in my car..."

Giving a nod to the airfreshiner that hung on her window Jess smiles.

"It gives me a chanse to see a double rainbow. So...if you ever need a lift, or lunch and you dont have the truck you can ask. I dont mind."

Looking up at Jason once again Misty cant help but enjoy his company for the moment. She missed him more than maybe she would like to addmit. Jason had become one of her close friends and fast. Just not having him there was wrong and felt wrong.

At Jason's question about Carson Misty thinks deeply for a moment as a look pass through her eyes. Almost a longing, or as if something just might be missing.

"Things are going ok. Carson is a regular gentilmen now."

Misty lets out a long sigh. Over the last week things had been good and it felt great to have Carson back but still something was missing. Carson had changed so much it almost felt like he was a new person that Misty didnt quite know anymore. Finally looks back up at Jason Misty continues.

"...He's changed alot Hotshot. Thats not a bad thing, but...its just...do you think a person can change to much?"

Watching her brother leave Sapphire eyes never leave him. How she had missed her brother and though they had fallen away over the years losing him once had shown here just how much she was taking for granted. Never again would she do that. Her brother was her brother and she loved him no matter what.

Looking up from her desk Katie's grin widens a bit as she see Scott. How good it always was to see him and hear his voice. Knowing he was there, and he was ok made Katie feel good. Hearing the question about the cameras the smile on Katie's face grows. She was hopping that sooner or later Scott would ask for them back. Since she had taken them she never used them but made sure to keep them clean and ready.

"No, you cant barrow them Scott sorry. but...you can have them back."

Katie holds her smile as her eyes sparkle.

"They are you cameras, I was just keeping them safe for you so nothing happend to them. Tomarrow when I come into work I can bring them for you or I can bring them to your house along with a few other things of yours I have."

Borrow

Axel gives a nod at the suggestion. "Sounds good to me." He opens the door and holds it for Jess before sidling out behind her. Stepping into the parking lot though, he suddenly stops. Glancing around, he gives a little groan.

He walks to the side where one bay was open. "Leo!" he hollers. "Where's the truck?"

"Jed just took it," Leo responds loudly, followed by the clang of a dropped tool. "Got called to tow. Why?"

Axel shakes his head. "It was personal use anyway. Forget it."

Leo steps out from behind his car to look out at Axel and Jess. "You going to lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Well..." He quirks an eyebrow and gestures to Jess' car. "She said it was running. What's your problem?"

Axel throws him a withering look. "Never mind." He had his reasons. He had planned on driving separately. It was better that way. Safer. But left with no choice, he wasn't going to embarrass himself or Jess.

Turning back to her, he shrugs. "Guess you're the driver today. Unless it's close enough to walk to."


Jason grins and catches the bottle of pills. "I wish you woulda been out there too. It was one of my best performances."

He rattles the bottle. "And yes. I'm lucky you're around. Thank you."

Starting to leave, he stops and glances back over to Misty. The subject was out of the blue, but he knew Misty well enough to ask. His tone grows more sincere. "How's things with you and Carson?"


Something strange flickers in Scott's eyes as his sister explains where his better cameras had gone and why. His gaze lowers for a moment and he tries to stay on track.

Hearing her question, he looks back up at her again. "Um... I was thinking about it. Thought it might...you know... be something other than..." He shrugs. "This."

He pauses as if not really knowing how to end the short conversation. "...Thanks. I... guess I'll see Katie then, and... I'll start there." He gives a little nod. "Appreciate it."

Turning, it's as if he wants to stay for just a moment, but has to pry himself away. Things had changed... feelings had changed... priorities had changed. He'd be stopping by his sister's desk more often from now on.

Scott's hands go back in his pockets for the route down the row of cubicles. Sidling past several other people, his body language clearly communicates that he isn't comfortable with the thought of stopping to chat.

Getting to Katie's space, he stops and taps lightly on the wall, only after glancing to Austin's office to make sure he wasn't around.

"Katie?" Scott doesn't want to bother her, even though he knew she wouldn't mind. He skips over any morning greeting... having a goal in mind was something new. "I was just, um, talking to Sapphire and..."

"Scott?"

He turns quickly at the sound of Susanne's voice, startled to discover she was standing so close. "Oh...sorry, am I in your way, I..."

"No, no." Susanne shakes her head. "I just saw you here and it reminded me that I was having trouble printing from my computer yesterday, and I wondered if you might take a look at it."

Scott swallows hard, then looks down, around, and back towards the hallway. "You should ask Dalton."

"Well I thought you..."

Scott shakes his head to cut her off. "I don't... I mean... I don't think I would do a very... very good job at the moment. So, um... yeah... ask Dalton."

Susanne is almost ready to argue further, but seems to realize that it would only upset him. "Okay." She gives Scott a warm smile. "Thanks."

After she'd gone, Scott turns back to Katie, now more awkward after having lost his train of thought, and growing more and more on edge the longer he was out on the main floor.

"Cameras... um... Sapphire said you might have a couple that I used to have?" He pauses, feeling strange about asking Katie this. The cameras were his... but then they'd been hers. He didn't want to just outright ask for them back. It didn't seem fair to her. "Could I maybe... borrow one?"


Reese flips open his phone, his thumb hovering above one of the buttons. Sighing, he shuts it again and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. If Angelica hadn't answered her phone yesterday, she probably wouldn't answer it today.

P.O.L

As Axel wraps his fingers around Jess hand for a moment a strange tingle runs through her. It was unexspected and make her jump a little on the inside. Though it wasnt a horrable feeling it was one that made her stop and think for a moment and wonder.

"I guess you know what they say, rain is always around the corner. I guess this time the statment is more true than known."

Thinking for a moment Jess trys to think of a nice place to eat. Nothing to fancy but she did want something a little more than the norm.

"Mmmm...how about the bar and grill thats not to far from here. I hurd they have some pretty good food there and I could go for some BBQ chicken. Thats my fav."

A smile pass across Jess face. It felt good to ask Axel to lunch and not have a problem. It felt strange but good non the less.

Looking up from her desk Misty gives a small smile as she see Jason. It had been quiet around the office and a little boring to say the least without Katie and Jason there. Even if Misty didnt see them much, she could always here there voice outside the infermary and just the though of them not being there hurt.

"Good Morning Hotshot. Sounds like you made a pretty intresting display out there. Wish I would have known so I could of watched."

Giving a sly grin Misty opens her desk draw and pulls out a small bottle tossing it to Jason.

"Good thing I am a dr or you would be P.O.L. you know that!"

Giving a small jump after being in her own world Sapphire looks up from her desk to look face to face with her brother. It wasnt often he ever went out of his way to talk to her, not in a long while anyways so seeing him now was a bit of a saprise.

Drawing quiet for a moment Sapphire just thinks about here most of her brothers stuff ended up. It had been split between so many people and the rest had just been tossed it was hard to remember who got what.

"I got some of your less exspensive cameras and than the ones that were most important to you I believe Katie took. I think she said she wanted to keep them safe because they held memories to them that shouldnt be thrown away."

Thinking again for a moment Sapphire wonders if maybe she offered to much information on that one. Figuring one way of the other it probley didnt matter she cocks her head at her brother for a moment as a little bit of hope fills her. Maybe her baby brother was starting to feel better if he wanted to take some pictures.

"Were you going to take some more pictures?"

All gone?

Thinking he was alone, Jess' voice startles Axel and he looks up quickly. His eyes lock with hers for a moment, though he doesn't say anything...just analyzing her words.

As she approaches, he almost backs up when she takes his hand in hers. But for some reason, he doesn't. Not from her.

His own hand was still shaking slightly, and her gentle pressure at first felt like needles. He cringes a little, but he doesn't withdraw. His eyes lower, his shoulders dropping slightly.

"A rainbow only hides when it's at its weakest," he responds quietly.

After several moments, Axel realizes that the spasm has stopped, and slowly the numbness was dispersing. Keeping his gaze downward, his fingers tighten around Jess', stopping her from continuing, and his thumb runs through her palm.

"You're going to get grease on your hands," he almost whispers. Taking the rag from his back pocket, he gently wipes off her fingers, then slowly lets them go. He needn't thank her verbally... he knew she would know his gratefulness for her subtle gesture of kindness.

Stuffing the rag back into his pocket, he clears his throat and looks up to see Jess' eyes again. A faint grin forms. "I told Leo it was going to rain. Looks like I was right." Moving to the side, he rummages on the desk for a moment before punching his time card and regaining composure. "I'd love to join you for lunch," he replies. "But this time you decide where we're headed."


"Mmm...." Jason's eyes spark as he looks down at Katie.

So did you.

His emotions are sly and teasing after her kiss. Reaching out, he brushes her cheek with the back of his hand.

See you later. I better get something done or else I'll be pushing my luck.

He tosses Katie a wink and turns to stride back down towards his office. The anger and frustrations were still boiling underneath the surface, but for now, he was under control. Feeling a bit weak though, he passes by his office and aims for the infirmary instead.

Poking his head in, he spies Scott and gives him a little wave before entering and approaching Misty. "Morning," he greets, leaning against the side of her desk and folding his arms. "You uh... wouldn't happen to have a few of those sugar pills on hand, would you?" He grimaces. "I gotta let off some steam, but until I can..."


Scott glances up as Jason comes in, and gives him a little wave. The night hadn't been great... he was tired this morning, weary from another battle with the nightmares. But this morning he wasn't going to sit here and be bored like he had been. No... there was just one thing that he had to focus on now, and it was all he could do to stay focused on it. But he would.

Finished tying his shoes, he walks slowly out of the infirmary, his pulse starting to quicken. There were a lot of people here this morning... he'd already heard Austin's loud voice. He didn't want any run-ins... he didn't want any confrontations. He just wanted to see Sapphire.

Shuffling along down the hall, one hand runs along the wall, his stability on the walk. Passing by Dalton's office, his fingers hit the door, and he looks up at the nameplates again. Maybe he had two things to focus on.

Continuing his route, he gets to the main floor that was busy with activity. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and keeping his eyes lowered, he walks quickly so as not to be stopped by anyone until he gets to Sapphire's cubicle.

Stopping and looking over the wall, he tries to smile for her, though it's weak. "Morning..." He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts. "I... I kinda had a question for you..." He stops again, unsure how to ask. It wasn't usual that he went out of his way to talk to his sister, even if he did need something. "I... did any of my.... I mean.... my cameras.... are they all gone?"

Storms and Rainbows

Watching Scott leave Hope lets out a small sigh as she looks down at Scott's file. They hadnt gotten far but it was farther than where she normaly got on the first session. Quickly Hope jots a not down on Scott's file.

Hope looms in the air. What is normal?

Cloing the file Hope lets out a small sigh and stands to put it away before she leaves for the night.

Waiting to make sure Scott was inside before Katie pulled away she finally heads for home. She was more tired than she would like to admit but it had been a pleasure to take him. She could only continue to hope that he would be ok in time. She missed her friend and she hated seeing him so sad.
Goodnight J! I am heading to bed early. Sleep well!

Wrapping her arms around Luke in a tight hug feeling his own arms around her Angel burrys her face into his shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you alot too."

Letting the hug linger Angel takes in Luke's smell and his feel. How she really was going to miss him. It had been a long time now since they had been apart and the though was a bit scary.

Finally drawing away Angel smiles and gives Luke a quick kiss before turning again to get her bag.

"Ok, I guess I am as ready as I ever will be. I'll make sure to call you when I get there."

Giving a small smile Angel turns to make her way out of the house. She new everyone had her number if they needed her but for some reason a feeling of meloncoly loomed almost like she wouldnt see home for a long time again.

And so Night once again turns as many minds are one many differnt things. The new day would hope new avents that to some might be a little scary and to others was the norm, but non the less the time came and the run rised telling everyone to wake for the day.

As the morning comes its another day at TJY and many work as normal. Nate sifts through a tone of files that had been piled on him letting out a long sigh. He hated the paper work, he was ment to be out, on cases not sitting behind his desk signing them.

A suddon comotion catches his attachen as he looks up from his paper work for a moment seeing Jason pass. Giving a small returning salute he cant help but smile at his friends air a small snicker escaping.

"You do what we all want to Hotshot."

Giving another shake Nate looks back down at his papers. Maybe today was going to be intresting after all.

Hearing Jason's voice Katie looks up from her desk. For a moment she is saprised by the way Jason was dressed and acting and a suddon panic rushes over her. Jason's feeling had been blocked off all morning and now this. Was everything that was going on causing Jason to go back to his old ways.

As Jason draws closer and lets his walls down a smile forms on Katie face.

You had me worryed there for a moment.

Finally relizing what Jason was doing Katie cant help the small laugh, but as Austin's harsh tone is hurd Katie almost gives a jump. Though the look on her face is replace with another smile as Jason stands up to his grandfather.

As the rose is presented to Katie again her smile grows. She wasnt sure what she was taking please in more. Jason and Austin or the fact that she got to see Jason at work again. Standing at one point in the conversation Katie gently but fermly take a hold of Jason's shirt and pulls him slightly twords her. Pressing her lips to his she lets the kiss linger for a long moment before finally breaking it and than looking Austin in the eyes almost as if making her own statment.

Lunch sounds great J. You did good, you did good.

Once again the bell to the shop rings as Jess enters the gradge. Glancing around she see Axel disapear into the waiting room. Giving a small way to Leo she reasures.

"Dont worry nothing wrong with the car today. I think all the problems are fixed."

Giving a laugh she heads to the waiting room door and opens it slightly stepping inside. For a long moment Jess just stands there looking at Axel taking now to him rubbing his hands once again. Finally speaking in a soft tone Jess smiles.

"As the storm went hunting for the rainbow it wished to see, only to find it hidding for non to see."

Still smiling Jess holds out her hand to Axel as she gently slips hers into his once again and hently starts to rub. Thought this was only the second time Jess couldnt help but feel like this was now normal. To help Axel's hands feel better though she could still feel the color forming in her own cheeks.

"I thought maybe the rainbow would like some lunch today, that is if it wants to still."

Anytime

Though Scott doesn't look at Hope as she speaks, and though some might think his mind was a thousand miles away, he was listening. He was taking in her words, analyzing them, calculating, and trying desperately to cling to the encouragement they offered. It was hard though. Two months of being put down and being helpless wasn't easy to overcome. And there were still blank spots in his memory.

At Hope's suggestion to take pictures, Scott slowly looks back up at her. He'd always loved taking pictures... it was the one thing away from computers that he could do well. He used to have fun with it. Fun... what did that mean to him anymore?

Finally he nods. "I'll have to find a camera," he comments quietly. "Everything... all my things... it's all gone." He remembered one camera in particular that had been his favorite. He'd saved up a long time to buy it. He didn't like digital. He'd gone old fashioned, but always thought the pictures turned out better anyway.

Sitting quietly for a few more minutes, Scott finally rises to his feet again. Though open for a few brief moments, he had shut down again, and this time was too tired to fight it again.

"I'll, um... have Rick... set up the next time or... or something. If... I feel like coming back." He hadn't needed to add the last part, but saying it reminded him that he was still in control of his own decisions. It was up to him if he was going to come back, not Rick's and not Hope's.

Though on his way to the door, he turns one more time, bravely looking at Hope and mustering up the courage it took. "Thank you..."

Before anything else can be said, he leaves.

Head down and shoulders bent, he goes back through the front office, not looking anyone in the eye until he's finally free again, out in the open air. Taking a deep breath, he heads to Katie's car.

Domino wiggles with excitement, turning around on Katie's lap, and giving her several kisses as if thanking her for waiting for Scott. Giving a little bark, she hops into the passenger seat to greet her master with enthusiasm.

Scott reaches in to pick her up so once he's seated, she can he on his lap, and he scratches her head lovingly. It's several moments before he even speaks, glancing over to Katie. "You can take me..." He stops, thinking. "...back to TJY." He gives a little nod, trying not to change his mind, before he buckles himself in.

The ride is quiet. Scott doesn't say much on the way back to TJY. He doesn't offer any information about what went on inside, but he knows that Katie doesn't care. That was one thing he could count on... Katie would never pry and never push. And right now, that meant more to him than it ever had before.

Dropping Domino off at Katie's and Laura's, then making it to TJY, Scott goes inside slowly, not really sure how to act now. He had a couple things to think about now. Some goals, even though they were small. Maybe Susanne could help him out with this one. But for now... for now he would keep Rick happy by staying here at least another night or two... at least until he felt like he could go home without the fear of himself.


The ringing phone startles Axel from his dazed state, and it takes him a moment to realize just what it was. It wasn't like him to doze off like this, and it was hard to shake the cobwebs.

Getting up, he staggers to the phone by the kitchen, leaning on the counter sleepily as he answers it.

Hearing Jess's voice, he opens his eyes wider, a crooked grin forming. "I like downpours," he muses casually. "Especially when I know they're coming so I can be prepared."

He fiddles with the phone cord, trying to think of something intelligent to say, but his brain seems to have stopped altogether. It wasn't a feeling he liked. "Well this rainbow will be around the shop all day tomorrow, so anytime Stormy wants to stop by it's fine."

Finishing up the short conversation, Axel knows that he'll see Jess tomorrow. At least he hadn't caused too much damage there. Maybe tomorrow he'd have to talk to her a little more about himself so this didn't happen again.

Going back to the living room, he picks up his guitar from the corner and sits down on the edge of his couch, strumming out a new tune...

...A knock at the door startles Axel from his sleep and he squints in the dim light at the clock. He hadn’t intended on sleeping again until he went to bed, but apparently he’d been out for several hours. So much for going for that walk.

Rising slowly, he mumbles a the next knock. “Coming, coming…” He gets to the door and unlocks the deadbolt before opening it and lifting his eyebrows with a little bit of surprise. “Taylor.”

She smiles. “Hey, Ax.” She cocks her head at his tired eyes. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Yeah.” Axel shrugs, leaning on the door. “No problem. What’s up?”

“Oh…” Taylor hands him a manila envelope. “Joel said these were yours so I offered to bring them down.”

Axel takes the recent batch of songs he’d received. “Oh yeah… thanks. I could have gotten them in a day or two.”

“It’s ok.” Taylor shrugs. “I wanted to take a drive anyway. You coming to practice tonight?”

Axel shakes his head, his eyes still weary. “Not tonight.”

Taylor immediately switches gears, standing a little straighter to put more space between Axel and herself. “One of those days, huh?’

“Mm-hmm.” Axel nods. “Tell Rocky I’ll call him tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure. If you need anything…” Taylor grins and shakes her head. “Yeah. See ya.”

“Thanks.” Axel watches until Taylor’s halfway down the stairs until he shuts and locks the door again, ambling back to his chair and tossing the papers onto the table.

Taylor makes it to her car and gets in to drive away. Though she was a little disappointed in the less-than-enthusiastic greeting, she knew better than to stick around. It hadn’t taken the band long to learn that some days, Axel needed his space . All had learned the signs soon after he’d joined them, and though not always even knowing what set him off, there were simply those days when he needed to be left alone. It had taken a few spats, some hurt feelings and some apologies to realize it, but everyone knew each other so well by now, that it was routine. Everybody had their quirks. Axel seemed to have the most of the bunch, but he was a good friend, and an asset to the band.

Heading to Rocky’s, Taylor picks up her cell phone to call Joel and let him know Axel wouldn’t be there tonight.


Luke wanders into the bedroom slowly, but on his own, which was better than the day before. Going over to Angel, he reaches down to run a finger along her face. "Ready to go?" He offers her a smile. "Truck's waiting to get to the airport, whenever you're ready."

Holding out his hands, he helps Angel back to her feet, pulling her into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, ya know that?" He pulls away, giving her a grin, then leaning in to give her a kiss. "You be careful, alright? And call me."


"Ty!" Wyatt gives a start as the front door opens and closes. He gets to his feet, leaving his open book on the couch. "I've been trying to call you all day."

Ty quirks an eyebrow and retrieves his cell phone from his pocket. He checks the screen he recognizes. "Huh... looks like you have."

Wyatt's eyes narrow at the apathetic tone. "Where have you been? I've been worried about you. Where were you last night?"

"Out." Ty starts for the hallway, but Wyatt is quicker, stepping in front of him.

"Where were you?"

"None of your business."

"It is my business! You're my friend and I care. Talk to me, Ty."

Ty rolls his eyes. "Can I just go to bed?"

"Not until you tell me where you've been."

"With friends, alright?"

Wyatt crosses his arms. "Which friends?"

"My friends." Ty glares at Wyatt. "Last I knew, it wasn't any of your business who I hung out with or where I went. Why start now?"

"Because you're being stupid, that's why."

"Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Tell me where you've been!"

"With Brandi, alright?!"

Wyatt searches Ty's face. "You mean to tell me that you spent the night with a girl?"

"She's a woman. Besides, what do you care?"

Wyatt's tone remains firm. "Were you at her place?"

Ty grits his teeth, refusing to look Wyatt in the eye. "Yeah, so what?"

Wyatt continues to study Ty, not believing the questions that were going through his mind. "So last I knew, she didn't have a guestroom."

Ty suddenly looks up at Wyatt, a cocky grin forming on his lips. "Nope."

Wyatt is just about ready to give Ty a piece of his mind, when he sees the flash in the younger man's eyes. "You're lying to me."

Ty holds out his arms. "You asked, I told you. Don't like the truth? Complain to someone else."

Wyatt shakes his head, his tone lowered. "It isn't the truth is it? 'Cause you're not that stupid. You wouldn't pull a stunt like that, no matter how mad you were."

Ty lets his arms drop to set his hands on his hips. He gives a scoffing laugh and shakes his head, lowering his eyes to the floor once again. "I was at the park 'til sundown, then I wound up in Con's truck the night."

"Con's?"

"Yeah, he didn't lock it." Ty shrugs. "I didn't want to go inside so I just...borrowed the backseat for a while."

Wyatt rolls his eyes. "Nice. Then what?"

"I just been wandering around all day. Got something to eat, walked around. Came back here."

Wyatt lets out a long sigh. "Look, Ty... I'm not going to tell you what to do, but please... stick around, alright? I know you're hurt and frustrated, but we're going to get it straightened out. By the time this is all over, you'll have a job back. I promise you that."

"How can you promise a thing like that?" Ty shoots back. "Your dad isn't the boss anymore, or hadn't you noticed? The only reason I'm sticking around is 'cause I wouldn't be able to find a job anywhere else, so my only option is to mooch off of you until something else turns up."

Wyatt lets him shoulder past and stalk down the hall. He lets out a groan. "You're not mooching," he mumbles, though he knows Ty is out of earshot. "Just... stay out of trouble."


"What? No way." Kyle shakes his head as he pulls out of the Pizza Box parking lot, talking on his phone with Rocky. "I can't do that and you know it." He sighs. "I told you why... No... I just... No, I never told them. I can't. I just... can't." He rolls his eyes as Rocky argues with him. "Alright, look... I'll come to your practice session, but only to help you guys figure something else out, alright?"


A day can never last forever. Nor can the feelings and thoughts that drift on the daytime breeze. No, they must pass, and pass into night, bringing a new day once more. A clean slate. A new beginning.


Jason's alarm goes off, startling him from his nightmarish dream. Grabbing it and giving it a good toss, it rips from the wall, abruptly ending the buzzing sound.

He leans back in his pillow and runs a hand over his face, trying to wake up. He wasn't in a good mood. Part of him wanted to go back to work today, and part of him didn't - not as long as Austin was still there. He was tired... he was cranky. The dreams of the past he'd experienced through the night hadn't helped much, and this morning, he was just... miserable.

Not wanting to deal with anything today, Jason puts up an emotional wall - one that would warn the only one who could read him. It clearly said "off me," with a vague intention of lowering the wall as soon as he was in a better mood.

Giving a groan, he rolls over and pulls his pillow on top of his head to block out the world...

Jason pries his eyes open. It was lighter in is room. It was later. How much later? Sitting up, he rubs his eyes, and tries to rouse himself, grabbing his watch off his nightstand. It was nine o'clock. For just a brief instant, he feels panic, but then it's replaced with apathy, and a blatant disrespect.

Sliding out of bed, he takes his time showering and getting dressed. Downing a glass of orange juice, he keeps his emotional wall up for now, feeling too on edge and too unpredictable - he didn't want to put Katie through any unnecessary flareups. When he felt more stable, he'd open up the connection wider...

...The door to TJY opens, and Jason steps in. A few eyes look up from their desks, a bit surprised. He was wearing jeans with holes in the knees, his black leather jacket and black boots - not in the type of apparel recently encouraged by the reining staff.

Setting his sunglasses up on his head, a cocky grin is pasted on his face, his eyes full of fire. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he calls out loudly. "Good morning, TJY!"

Those who realize just what he's doing start to smile and called out their own greetings to him. This morning, for just a moment, it wasn't the Elite... it was TJY.

Ambling down between the cubicles with a confidant air, Jason stops by Laura's first, hanging over the wall.

Laura smirks up at him with amusement. "Well, if it isn't Hotshot, living up to his name. I haven't see that look in your eye for a long time."

Jason winks and clicks his tongue, pointing a playful finger at her. "For everything, there is a season."

"Mmm." Laura's eyes narrow. "Ecclesiastes. I'm impressed."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Laura tries to read into Jason's intentions, but finds it hard, and can only grin and shake her head. "Go get 'em Hotshot. Just be careful."

"I'm always careful." Giving the cubical wall a tap with his hand, Jason leaves her to her work, and continues his route. He throws Nate a sloppy salute as he goes, along with giving Susanne a borderline-flirtatious point from across the room.

Sauntering towards the hallway, he sees Hal emerge, just leaving for the day.

"Hey, Jason."

"Hal! What's up?"

Hal lifts his eyebrows, a grin toying at his mouth. "Not much. Good to see you back."

"Good to be back. I..."

"Jason."

He turns around at the sound of his name, coming face-to-face with Austin. "Yo, Austin! Just the guy I wanted to see."

Austin looks at his grandson sternly. "You're late."

Jason shrugs. "Yep."

"No excuses?"

"Nope." Jason shakes his head. "Just wanted to sleep late. Got a problem with that?"

Austin hesitates, taken off guard by Jason's behavior. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. You'll be docked pay for the time you missed this morning."

Another smile spreads on Jason's face as he raises his voice so everyone can hear him. "Hey! I was one of the first to be suspended, and I'm the first to get docked pay due to tardiness!" He holds up his hands in a victory stance. "Troublemakers eat your heart out!"

A whoop and whistle come from one end of the room, but when Austin turns around, the culprits can't be found. He whirls back around to glare at Jason. "What kind of game are you playing?"

"I dunno." Jason crosses his arms casually. "But I'm not out to lose." A tone of seriousness has entered his voice, and his fiery stare blazes with a righteous indignation. "So help me, I'm not out to lose."

Austin grits his teeth. "Get to your office and get to work."

Jason's cocky grin returns and he gives a pathetic bow. "Yes sir, right away, sir." Backing away, he finally spins around, but then stops. "Whoops, almost forgot something." He pats Austin on the shoulder. "No worries. I'll get to my office here in a minute."

Ambling down the cubicles, he comes to Katie's, slinging his arms over the wall. "Hey, Babe." Reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, he withdraws a small wrapped rose. "One lovely token, for a lovely young lady." He hands it out to her, while at the same time, lowering his emotional wall enough to say he was sorry for his bad mood and for cutting her off earlier.
And another not-so-lovely token, but for just as lovely a lady.

"I told you to get to work!" Austin barks behind him.

Jason rolls his eyes and turns to him. "And I'm saying good morning to my girlfriend. You got a problem with that?"

"Yes, I do. You're supposed to be working."

"Or else what?" Jason challenges. As his emotions churn, it would be obvious to only one that he was not slipping back into the way he used to be, but rather was using this mode against Austin out of pure rebelliousness. It wasn't a mask, but he was using this side of his personality to the extreme.

He gives Austin a sly grin. "You can suspend me... you can dock my pay... but you're not going to fire me, are you?"

"Don't push me, Jason," Austin warns.

Jason holds his grin. "You're too scared to fire me, aren't you? Too scared of who I might take right along with me. Too scared of the uproar to follow." He cocks his head, retaining his arrogance. "Yes, there's some around here you've already had the audacity to fire, but there are some you would never dare do that to. I'm too important, and I hold too much power here." He purses his lips and sets a hand on his grandfather's shoulder. "Guess you're stuck with me."

Austin glares at Jason for several moments before finally spinning on his heel and stalking back towards his own office.

Jason turns around, the feelings inside of him boiling and churning in every direction as he kept them from doing damage around him. He looks back at Katie with a pleasant expression. "Maybe I should do at least a little work while I'm here. See you at lunch?"


"Axel you done with that?"

Axel slams the hood on the car and wipes his hands on his towel. "She's ready to roll."

Leo whoops. "We're booking. At this rate we won't have anything to do all afternoon."

Axel grins. "Maybe you won't."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Axel glances outside. "I think it might rain."

Leo looks confused and cocks his head to see out the open garage door. "Um... the sun is shining."

"Is it?" Axel doesn't offer anymore, and simply turns back to the toolbench to set his wrenches down. Setting one in the box, the all-too familiar pain shoots through his hand again. Wincing, he holds back the words that wanted to come. He'd been fine all yesterday and all morning.

Looking down at his hand, it starts to tremble unconrollably. This was something new... and it scared him just a little bit.

Stopping what he's doing and keeping his back to the other guys, he rubs his hand, trying to get the spasm to stop. It hurt more than normal, and the numbness was setting in again.

Moving slowly to not alert the other guys, Axel moves into the office, letting the door fall shut, and leaning back against the wall to keep working on his hand. This wasn't good.

Down pour

Accompanying Scott back to her office Hope's smile never fades glad he was going to stay. He'd mad another choise and another step in the right direction. Slowly, very slowly this would all come together and land to the end resalt.

Moving back to her desk Hope sits down and just watches as Scott moves around the office and stays standing. Once again she says nothing about it, letting him feel his own freedom in the room. As he stops and comes to the pictures on her desk once again, Hope is a bit saprised that Scott in fact new the people in the pictures and had taken them himself. Though not letting the saprise on her face show a softer smile seems to make its way through as she thinks about her friends back in Texas.

"Its a small world after all huh?"

Continuing to let Scott speak Hope just listens waiting to talk till she new Scott was done, and once again seeing the ever so smile make its way on Scott's face Hope can feel the slight bit of joy that maybe, maybe this is how she would help Scott thought the one things that seemed to make him smile.

"They are great people indeed. Its not often you find people in this world anymore who wont judge or turn away at the first glance, but Rosetta was the ond people I met who was so differnt. I never really met Mick. Maybe once but I didnt get to know him as well. But Now that Rosetta is married to him I know that me must be just like her."

Thinking for a moment Hope picks up one of the pictures frams for a moment and almost gets lost in thought as she remembers the last time she was at the ranch.

Follow your heart Hope and it will tell you were to go, let the Lord lead you and give you the understanding on all things.

Rosetta's voice could still be hurd as clear as yesterday in her head. How she had loved being at the ranch and listing to Rosetta and the other talk for days. Even if she had kept to herself it was nice to see the smiles.

Turning her attachen back to Scott the smile still ramins on Hope's face processing Scott's words.

"I think that is a very good thing that you are Katie are still friends and she cares for you a great deal. Your a very nice person Scott, and I couldnt understand how anyone would not want to be your friend."

It was the truth that Hope spoke she didnt know Scott all that well yet but from what she could tell he was a great person. Someone worth knowing.

"You say your worthless Scott, but really stop and think. It's might be foggy and it might be hard but just think...if you were worthless would Katie got out of her way to bring you here? Would she bother being you friend still? Everyone back at TJY that are your friends they dont think your worthless. The person who proclame to be you friends are the ones who matter, the ones who still look up to you and care. Everyone alse is just missing out and un important.'

Hope thinks back once again to a time when she felt less than nothing. It was a part of her life it took a long time to get over but over time she did. She could only hope that her words though not much now would help Scott and show him the way back to happyness.

"I want you to do something for me..if you want that is. I'd like you to go out and take some pictures. They dont have to be perfect and they dont have to be the best, but I'd like them to be pictures of how you feel, or maybe even pictures of what the world looks like to you. If you wanna take someone along with you, you can..but when you come to see me again I'd like you to bring them in and maybe we can see through pictures how we can fix somethings."

Looks up at Scott and catching his eye for a moment Hopes gives a small nod.

"And remember Scott...there is always hope. Even in the darkest of courners hope will be there waiting for you."

Falling silent once more Hope lets her statments linger as she keeps the air open so if Scott wanted to talk more he could or if he wanted to make a comment on her idea he was free too.

Finally crashing on the coutch Jess lets out a long sigh as her day is nearly over. It had been one of those days where things are went good, but somethere it just didnt seem all that great. Maybe it was the morning she had that just set the day in a bad motion.

Seeing the flashing message on the masheen Jess leans over pressing the button and than leaning back on the coutch once again. Hearing Axel's message a small smile cant help but makes its way to her face. She was upset still about the whole thing this morning that happend but now it was starting to go away, and just the simply face the Axel had bother to called her at all proved he was diffent.

Picking up the phone and dialing his number Jess waits till he answers.

"So I hurd that the rainbow might need a little bit of rain to shine tomarrow. From what I am told there is going to be a down pour so it might be in luck."

Though she face couldnt be seen a smile made itself known anyways.

Putting a few more things in her bag Angel lets out a small sigh going over everything once again to make sure she wasnt leaving anything behind. She had more than one reason for going to Nevada but now as she rethought it she wondered if it really was a good idea or not. Luke didnt seem like her minded and Angel was sure if he did he would of said something. But the feeling of maybe not sticking her noise where it didnt belong.

Just leaning back on the bed for a moment Angel is hit with a sudden exsaustion. If anything at least she would be able to see some of the research Misty was working on. Though Angel didnt know her all that well she had hurd much about her work and it intreaged her. If anything alse maybe she would leave Nevada with a little more knowlage. She new one thing for certin though she sure would miss Luke while she was gone.

Just once

Scott swallows hard and wants to withdraw from Hope, but something about her softness... something about her sincerity... something about her gentle tone... he didn't turn.

Forced to look up at her, his eyes search hers, wondering about her intentions... wondering about her motives. Why did she want to help? Why did she care?

Feeling her hand on his, he feels a warmth creep up his arm. It didn't matter why she cared... she did, and that was the bottom line. It was different when his friends cared - that was a given. But knowing that someone he didn't even know had hope in him... had insight enough to tell him not to give up... it meant more to him than he thought it would.

Slowly, slowly, he lets go of the door handle and gives a little nod. "Okay." His voice is quiet and small, and he lowers his eyes once more, but he's willing to walk back in Hope's office. For now... for today... he would stay and do his best. He would try.

Letting his hand slip from hers, he keeps his head down again, but willingly follows her back to her office. Once inside, he just stands for a few moments, contemplating what he was really doing here. He didn't really want to talk about his problems right now. He didn't even know what they were. But he couldn't just stand around not saying anything.

Spying the pictures on her desk once again, Scott approaches once more. And once more, he singles out the photo of Mick and Rosetta. A little braver this time, he picks up the frame, cocking his head to look closer. "This was a good day," he muses quietly.

It really had been a good day. And even though some of it had turned to heartache later, he could still enjoy that part of his past.

"They liked me there, ya know?" His eyes linger on the photo and he remembers how Mick had treated him... how Rosetta had treated him. "I was somebody. I wasn't the geek... or... or the nerd. Nobody made fun of me... nobody put me down."

His thin fingers run over the photo one more time before setting it carefully back down on Hope's desk. Looking over at her, that ever-so-faint smile returns. "I... was the photographer that day," he finally explains. "I was um... a friend of... Rosetta's niece." His eyes roam to the window where he knew Katie was nearby. "We were... engaged once. She still cares about me though." He gives a little nod. "She's the one that brought me today."

Growing quiet again, it's several moments before he even moves. Feeling weary, and too tired to fight the awkwardness, he finally eases down in a chair, though he remains forward, on edge, ready to stand if need be. His eyes roam the room for a moment, once more taking note of the paintings. Now he knew why they looked familiar.

Resting his elbows on his knees, his mind seems to run circles. Maybe it was trying to think of everything but why he was really here... groping for stability... reaching out for something, anything that would make him feel normal.

"I used to have it good," he muses. His tone was soft, forcing anyone listening to try hard at catching what he was saying. "Not so great when I was a kid... got pushed around a lot, but... someone found me." He'd finally felt wanted. "Kinda the grand adventure a nerd dreams about, ya know?"

Scott tries to focus, though it's difficult, and he gradually leans back in his chair, trying so hard to relax... trying so hard to keep himself here. "TJY was... was like where I finally belonged. Even though I messed things up and... and sometimes made mistakes... I still had a place."

He stops, finding it nearly impossible to focus his thoughts, and at the same time, not even sure why he's saying what he is. It really had nothing to do with anything. But perhaps somewhere he thought if he talked, he wouldn't leave room for as much questioning.

"I wasn't the best... I was always... kinda clumsy I guess. But... at least I had a purpose. And then... it was a long time, but... someone even made me feel...special." Katie really had made him feel special, even now, after they'd broken up. "But then everything fell apart."

His eyes grow dim once more. "Nothing is the same. I can't... can't even see straight to do anything I just... can't function. Nothing I do is right... nothing I think is clear. But once.... just once..."

Scott's tone proves his desperation as the emotions fill his eyes again. "Once I felt good. But not anymore. There's just no hope.... I'm not... I can't..."

He looks down, now wishing he hadn't said anything at all. "I'm worthless," he whispers.


"Man!"

Axel turned from the front counter, lifting his eyebrows at Leo's dejected tone. "What?"

Leo smirks at him and points towards the door where the tall brunette had just walked out. "What it is about you?"

Axel doesn't have to fake innocence - he truly didn't know what Leo was inferring. "What are you talking about?"

"You're a chick magnet!" Leo throws his arms up. "I can't get a girl to give me the time of day, but every time some model walks in here, she can't get her eyes off you!"

Axel grits his teeth to keep from grinning. "Oh really."

"Yes, really!" Leo comes around the counter to lean over it, looking at Axel wildly. "What do you do anyway? I wanna know."

Axel finishes putting some papers away, then looks back up at his friend with seriousness. "Well, Leo... maybe it's because I don't try." He pats Leo's shoulder then heads to the door, punching his time card. "I'm out of here."

"You're just gonna leave me hanging like that?" Leo shouts after him. "Traitor!" But as the door falls shut, a little smile creeps into his face and he shakes his head, aiming back for the garage.

Axel skips up the steps to his apartment. Heaving a sigh, he rolls his eyes. Some guys would die to be in his shoes and he knew it... but sometimes his shoes didn't even seem to fit very well on his own feet.

Tossing his jacket across his couch, he greets his goldfish with a pinch of food, then flops down in his corner chair. Reaching back, he parts the horizontal blinds with a finger to look out across the empty lot behind the garage. His mind wanders for several minutes until he finally turns his head to glance at his answering machine. One message.

Getting back up, he goes over to his phone to listen. Rocky's voice greets him.

"Hey, Axel. Listen, Logan's down with something nasty. His voice is going fast. It's gonna take a miracle for him to be able to sing at the show in a couple days. Be thinking. Taylor voted me in, but I was thinking about asking Kyle. Let me know what you think. Later."

Axel gives another sigh and goes back to flop down in his chair again. His day had been long... now it felt longer. There had been good days... he shouldn't complain. But today had been a doozy. He had a headache that made his eyes feel like they'd been hit with two-by-fours, lunch hadn't agreed with him, he'd been blamed for a mistake on a car and...

He stops his mind from going further. It shouldn't really bother him that much that he didn't know whether or not Jess had gotten his message. But obviously it bothered him enough for him to lump it together with everything else from the day. So he'd had a crappy day... so what... tomorrow would be better. It would all blow over, and his stupid mistakes would ride on the wind.

He closes his eyes and lets his head sink deeper into his chair. He wanted to go for a walk... he would go for a walk... but right now he was just too tired.


Austin crumpled up another sheet of paper and let it fall into the waste basket. He rubs his eyes wearily, the misery evident on his face. What was the point anymore? This place? This mission? He looks around his office at all the things the years had built together. He hadn't moved into Carter's office. He hadn't wanted to. This responsibility... running this place... why was it handed to him? Why was he even here anymore?

Look down

Continuing to stay bent down next to Scott Hope dosnt move. Just staying by Scott giving him space between them to breath. Just listing just watching.

As Scott hangs his head and gives his sorrys to Hope, she frowns her brow for a moment. Reaching out a hand she lifts Scott held slightly.

"Dont looks down on yourself, and dont be sorry when you did nothing wrong. Accidents happen and can'tbe helped."

Continuing to watch Hope trys her best for her new pashent that was with her. He needed help and she wanted to help, she wanted him to find trust in her. She new this was going to be a great challange but it was one she was willing to take.

Walking over to Scott Hope just looks at him for a moment and cocks her head slightly. Reaching out her hand Hope takes Scott's in her own bringing her other hand to his chin she lifts his head to look him in his eyes.

"Keep your head up, that is the first step. You have no reason to look down on yourself of on the world. You need to show them you they didnt win. Come on lets go back to my office and talk a little more and we will decied if you want to stay her for a little bit or just come back in a few days"

Power of prayer

Rick paces the infirmary, his mind unable to settle on anything. He looks up at the clock. He'd gotten nothing done, but felt like he'd been working for a week straight. His mind could concentrate on nothing but Scott. So once again, he prayed. It was all he could do... it was the most he could do.


Scott can hear Hope's voice, and knows that he's just made a fool out of himself again. Embarrassment, more than fear, keeps his face buried as he rocks, trying to rid himself of this feeling that was clinging to him so tightly. What he was afraid of, he didn't even know or understand. Why he couldn't function, he didn't know. But all he could do was continue to make messes and cause strife.

But Hope's prompting was just soft enough... just strong enough to lift his head. Resting his chin on his knees, Scott is silent for a moment, holding back the tears that he didn't understand. He knew he was safe here... why couldn't he convince his mind?

"I'm sorry," he apologizes quietly. "That just... happens sometimes."

Swallowing hard he slowly uncurls, not wanting to follow Hope's asking, but knowing there was no other options. It took him a moment to get to his feet, teetering just a bit before leaning back against the wall. His eyes stay glued to the floor, and his hands go back in his pockets. "I should go."

Starting to walk away, he reaches the exit, looking out into the street. The sunshine. Fresh air. Freedom.

But Scott stops. The outside world terrified him. It seemed better than this... it seemed better than being forced to think about things he didn't want to, or talk about things he didn't want to discuss. It seemed like freedom. But... was it really? Was it really freedom, when he was enslaved by his fear? His pain? The memories that haunted him?

Scott's hand slides off the door handle. Slowly turning, he looks past the receptionist and past the secretary who was just picking up the rest of her fallen papers. His weary eye meets with Hope's, for a moment, the pleading having returned. But it wasn't a plea to let him go. It was a plea for help... and he knew it. No matter how badly he wanted to go home... no matter how badly he wanted to be left alone... he wanted help more. He couldn't live like this. And he couldn't recover on his own.

Still looking at Hope, his shoulders drop, signaling ultimate defeat. "I don't want to live," he admits quietly. "They were right."

Hot tears finally make their way to his eyes. "Rick knew if he let me go that I'd hurt myself... and I would have."

His hand makes its way to the door handle again as he fights to make the right decision. "Please don't let me go," he almost whispers. "'Cause I won't come back." His fingers wrap around the handle, his grip tightening. It took all the strength he had, not to walk out. Little did he know, the intensity of the spiritual battle around him.

"I don't know if this would be good for me or not." His words prove that he had heard Hope's earlier question and that he had retained it, even though he'd seemed to ignore or forget. "But... I can't..." He hesitates. "I can't live like this anymore."

As if the stress caused an open door, several horrific images flash through his mind, making him cringe and sending his eyes back to the floor once again as he relives the torture for a brief moment. "Help me?" he almost whimpers.

Started

Hope just watches Scott not sure what he was thinking. She could only make guess by what she saw. Scott look scaired, and at an inner way with himself. Seeing the look in Scott's eye Hope new he wanted the help, he wanted to be normal again but was scaired. Every so scaired.

Watching Scott as he heads for the door and stops Hope just watches for a moment, the fear that ran through this man infont of her was great, but hill will was even stronger She could see this. Now to just try and draw it out of him. As Scott stops Hope lets out a small sigh.

"Go on, you can do it."

Hope promps Scott gently. He was making a desition on his own on this one. Every small desition was a small step forward and weather he was to come back or not to see her again a chain had been started, the feeling had been tasted and Scott would know how it felt again.

As the minutes movie on and the colitions happens with Scott Hope just sits for a moment, watching evaluating. Finally though not being able to see Scott on the ground anymore Hope stands and walks over to him. Squatting down next to him she dosnt touch him but her tone is soft but still strong and respectfu.

"Scott, its time for you to stand up now. Your in a safe place and no one will hurt you here. Stand up for me?"

The road

Scott listens quietly to Hope, half paying attention, and half letting his mind wander. He knew his friends cared about him... and deep down, he knew he wasn't really crazy. He just couldn't get his mind to cope. She was right.

He can't help but be surprised at Hope letting him go, and he turns, his eyebrows raised. His hand slips off the window and he just looks at her, trying to understand. Rick had tried so hard to get him to come... had done everything but threaten him. And now... Hope was just going to let him go?

Scott lets his eye study her face and her own eyes, trying to understand her methods...trying to understand where she was coming from and why she was willing to let him go.


"God, please watch over Scott." Rick's words were whispered as he sat at his desk, his hands folded, his head resting on them. "I don't know what's happening in his heart and mind, but You do. Please...please bring him comfort. Somehow, some way... don't let him go. If the clinic is where he can get the help he needs, please.... somehow help him to see it and stay." His prayer was a plea for his coworker... a plea for his friend... a plea for a member of this close-knit family. "Show him how to live again... show him the road he has to take."


Scott swallows hard and opens his mouth to respond, but what could he say? He really didn't want to be here. He wanted to go back out to the car and have Katie take him home. Even TJY would be better than this, though he was so tired of being in the infirmary. This was one of the first times someone was letting him make up his own mind.

Finally making up his mind, he turns to make his way slowly back to the door. His hand was shaking a little as he gripped the knob, though he didn't know why. It was as if an invisible force was trying to make him stay, while his emotions were driving him away.

Looking over his shoulder once more, he sees Hope again, feeling as though he'd just wasted her time. Then in a quick movement, he opens the door as if scared if he didn't, he never would.

His blind eye to the left, he doesn't even see one of the secretaries walking by. Taken completely off guard, the crash is over in a second, but the damage is done.

The secretary gives a little shriek, totally surprised by the door suddenly opening, and she doesn't have enough time to stop. Papers, pens, paperclips and folders cascade to the floor in one big mess. She stumbles backward a couple steps to regain her balance, her eyes wide.

Scott, however, didn't have enough balance in the first place, and is taken right off his feet. The collision sends him ricocheting off the wall and stumbling to the floor. His weak wrist buckles and one of his knees scrapes the floor hard, burning his skin. Without the gumption to catch himself well, he falls hard, increasing the shock.

His face red, he tries to right himself, but the incident has taken its toll. Nothing had changed. He couldn't see well enough, he was a klutz at the least, and all he was capable of was embarrassing himself. What was the point? He wasn't good for anything but causing trouble and getting in people's way.

The mockery rings in his ears. Words of the past, but still so fresh. Words that convinced him he was no good. Words that convinced him he was worthless. They had been right... it had all been true.

Though on his feet again, the words of the secretary's apology fade into a foggy oblivion. Scott doesn't even realize that he's slid to the floor again, this time his knees tucked up against his chest, his arms around his legs in a protective position that had served to block out the world for over two months.

Rocking slightly, he closes his eyes tight to keep out the tears. Part of his mind knew that this wasn't necessary...that all he was doing was making a scene. But the other part of his mind had lost it's grip on reality, holding him here like a whipped and terrified puppy. There was nothing here to fear, yet the terror still surged through his veins.

Home

Quietly Hope watches Scott as he looks around the room at all the pictures as if he was in his own world. Studying his eyes, Hope trys to look behond the blank look seeing the pain that layed deep inside. This young man had been hurt and his life was taken away. Now what was left was pain and misary.

Continuing to watch Scott Hope takes note to the small smile on his face as he looks at the picture that was on her desk of Mick and Rosetta. A bit of curosity rises in her at his action though she does not say anything about it. That smile, that one single smile told here there was hope yet for him. Taking a pen Hope jots a quick note down as a reminder for another time also making a few other notes as well.

"Your not out of your mind you know. Your scars are thick and your pain is deep. Your mind is trying to cover up the pain you feel but its not sure how. Some of us have strong enough minds and can mask our pain, while other peoples minds arnt that strong and find other ways to hide the pain or let it out. These are the times we should worry because its not healthy. But this happens not because your out of you mind but because simply you mind does not know how to cope. Your friends also care a great deal for you Scott. They dont want to lose you again that is why they wanted you here."

Falling silent again Hope continues to once again watch Scott. The fear in his eyes as he looked at her shattered Hope's heart. As Scott looks to her and his eyes plead Hope is silent untill he is done talking. Letting out a sigh and clearing her throut Hope jots another note before looking up at Scott again.

"You can go home Scott. I can't make you stay and talk with me. I want you to be here because you want to be not because someone is making you...."

Hope is quiet for a moment. Forcing someone to stay and talk with her wouldnt help if anything it could hinder. Hope couldnt help Scott untill he wanted to help himself.

"...Your free to go Scott and maybe I'll see you next week same time."

Hope smiles at Scott. She didnt want to let him go, she didnt want him to leave but she couldnt keep him eather. There wasnt enough for her to want him to stay. She feared if he walked out that door she might never see him again, but if that was so it was his choise and she couldnt change that.

I just...

Carson smirks at Misty toying with him as though she were going to leave, and he straightens up, ready to say something back, but she turns to him first.

Receiving her warm embrace, Carson braces one hand on the counter, while he slides his other arm around her, a smile on his face. It felt good to have Misty back in his life... she had been one of the missing puzzle pieces. Looking her in the eye as she draws back, he studies her gaze, wondering what might be going through her mind.

As she takes him closer for a kiss, his hand slips on the counter, bringing him in for a bit harsher of an exchange than intended. "Mhh," came his grunt of complaint, though he regained posture and let the kiss linger for a moment or two.

Drawing back, he takes his arm from around her to lay his palm against her face. "We better go before they throw us out," he teases. "Let me grab my jacket."


Scott doesn't like having to wait, and is tempted to turn around and walk out, but something keeps him there. Instead, he sits on the edge of a chair, enveloping himself in his own little world until he has to stand again.

Meeting Hope, his eyes study her for just a moment. She wasn't what he'd expected. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but she seemed so... young? No, that wasn't quite it. He didn't know what it was that surprised him, but it passed quickly.

Hesitantly returning her handshake, he doesn't want to be put at ease. He doesn't want to be here, and doesn't really have the desire to continue here. But her hand was so warm and inviting, even he found it hard to resist following her.

Stepping in through the door, Scott bristles, not liking being that far from an exit. He didn't know this building, and that made it all the more worse. Noting that Hope opened the windows, he eyes her curiously. Could she read him that well that quickly, or had she simply been informed about him through Rick?

Still silent, Scott glances around the room, taking note of the paintings on the wall. Something about them seemed familiar. For a moment, he's lost in thought, trying to figure it out.

Hope's voice snaps him back to attention, almost making him jump, even though her tone was a soothing one. It takes a second for it to register what she'd just said, and he contemplates his options. With his hands still stuffed in his hoodie pockets, he picks the choice that could get him out of here faster than the others. "I'll stand," he replies quietly.

Wandering a little closer to her desk, he sees a framed photo that catches him by surprise, and he squints to make sure he was seeing what he thought. Feeling a little bolder than normal, he reaches out to run a finger over the glass that protected the memory of Mick and Rosetta's wedding. An ever-so-slight smile moves the edge of his mouth. Though confused about how Hope was connected to the Henson's, he lets his curiosity go for now. It was a small world - who knew how she knew them.

Putting his hand back into his pocket, he gives a little nod. "Nice picture," he comments a little wryly. He wondered where the rest of his photography had ended up at. Probably much of it had been thrown away after his assumed-death.

Backing away a couple steps, he lets his eyes continue roaming the room even though Hope is speaking to him. It takes him several long moments before finally he sighs and lets his gaze find hers. How must he look to her? What must she think of his physical appearance? And what exactly had Rick told her?

"I'm here because I'm out of my mind half the time." Scott gives a defeated shrug. "Because my friends are worried I'm gonna kill myself, and because I can't...can't seem to handle anything anymore."

He finally drops his gaze and wanders over to one of the windows. "Living is more frightening than death," he muses, almost to himself. The sun was shining warm, but he felt cold.

Turning around, his expression pleads with Hope as the emotions pool behind his eyes. "I don't want to be here. I didn't want to come. I..." He swallows hard, trying to figure out if he felt like crying or not, and if he did, how to stop it. "I just wanted to go home. I just wanted to be normal again."

He turns back around, taking a hand to rest his palm against the cool glass. His hand was so thin. "I just want it all to end."

First Meeting

An even bigger smile forms on Misty's face as she hears Carson with a slight hint of the old sassy spark as she seems him. Shaking her head she lets out a small chuckle

"Well I kind of took the rest of the day off myself. I just had to get out of there. Dont know if I am going to get in trouble for it or not but I dont much care. I just couldnt stand it any longer."

A misgivish look enters Misty's eyes as the sparkle remains.

"But...if you dont want to spend time with me I can always go..."

Misty stands for a moment like she just might leave but a small glimmer in her eye tells differnt. Turning back around she reachs over the counter and wraps her arms around Carson. Holding him for a moment Misty finally moves away just a little look deep into Carson's eyes for a moment untill she drew slowly closer to him. Feeling his breath on her skin Misty's heart starts to race she her lips gently touch Carson, the feeling washing over her the kiss ever passionit.

Looking up from the desk the receptionist gives a friendly smile to Scott.

"Why Hello there. Give me one second to look up your name fast."

Getting Scott's name the receptionist turns to the computer and does a bit of typing before she turns back to Scott again.

"Ok your apointment is in about 5 min. If you want to take a seat I will let Hope know your here."

The soft smile the rested on the lips of the receptionist never moves, or faulters. The smile was one that was true.

"Hope Mr. Johnson is here to see you."

On the other end of the intercome a soft voice almost like a soft song playing replys back.

"Thank you Miss. Granger I shall be out momentarly."

Going back to her paperwork and what she was going Miss. Granger lets Scott sit if he wants not drawing attachen to him as if she was watching him. Though she was keeping track of what he was doing.

The time slowly pass and second feel like hours but like everything the time comes no matter how we want it to stop for us to sometimes face our greatest fears.

The door to the office on the left of the receptionist desk finally opens as a medium size woman with long curly brown hair emerges. Fashened in a black silk shair and a pare of black jeans a business air was about her yet the smile on her lips and the light that shown in her eyes was soft and comfortaing. Coming over to Scott she holds out her hand as she smiled.

"Hello Scott. I'm Hope Garrison. Its nice to meet you."

Still offering a smile Hope takes a few steps back and motions to her office.

"Lets step into my office where we might have a little more privecy to talk."

Leading the way into the office Hope closes the door behind them yet opens a few windows though it was cold outside. She tryed to make it feel more comfortable for Scott so he didnt quiet feel trapped. With the windows open it let in air and sounds making the room seem bigger than it was.

Sitting down at her desk she offers one of the chairs to Scott as she shuffles some papers on her desk before she finds Scott's folder.

"You can sit or stand, you can even walk around the room if you like. What ever makes you feel comfortable Scott."

Staying silent for a moment Hope just watches Scott trying to take in from first glance everything she could not wanting to bomb bard him with to many questions at once. Finally as the silence linger Hope speaks up again.

"So Scott...Rick has told me a little bit about you and why your here but I would like to hear it from you if I could. Could you tell me why you think your here and if you think this will be good for you or not?"

First step

Carson hears the bell on the door of Mom and Pop's, but can't look up as he's cleaning off the counters in the back. When Aerith calls him though, he grins.

"Medium-sized brunette?" he hollers back. "I don't know anybody like that."

He pauses, his teasing tone lingering in the silence. "But if you're talking about that ornery little sheila from across town - now HER I know."

Finally finished with his work, and finished with his short day, he tosses his apron on a hook and comes out and around the counter. He smiles his greeting to Misty, and leans his elbows on the counter beside her. "Well...it is her after all. Aerith, you gotta work on your descriptions."

He nudges Misty with his elbow. "Off work early, or got just enough spare time to waste on me?"


Scott hesitates, as though not wanting to leave. He was uncomfortable here, but the thought of the clinic was even more uncomfortable. Finally, he accepts Katie's hand up though, and helps her gather the rest of the items that had been brought.

He's quiet on the way back to the car, showing his gratefulness for Katie's willingness to help, bu simply following her back without argument.

After Rick speaks to Katie to give her directions, they're well on their way across town. Scott is silent most of the way, though after parking, he gives a little nod. "I'd go with you to get a dog." His words prove that though he'd been quiet, he hadn't missed what Katie had said earlier. Maybe he hadn't responded right away, but he'd mulled it over and hadn't forgotten about it.

He sits for several moments, staring at the building. His hand grips the door handle tightly, his nerves heightening. Domino slips up between the seats to crawl onto his lap, curling up as if thinking he would be sitting there for a wile.

For a second, Scott's attention is diverted as he strokes her head. "I'll be back," he promises softly. He didn't know what awaited him. He'd never been to a counselor before. He didn't know how long it would take, what kinds of things they'd talk about, or what kinds of questions he might have to answer. He didn't know how these things worked, or what to prepare for. He didn't know how seeing a counselor could help him through his mental torment. But Rick was pushing him, and somewhere, deep down, he knew it was best, even if he didn't understand it. He was scared of his own mind right now, and if somehow this helped then...he should at least give it a chance, even if he didn't feel like it.

Finally getting up enough courage, Scott steps out of the car to go inside. Having the door shut in her face, Domino gives a little bark, then whines as she watches her master walk away. Whimpering for several seconds, she finally sighs, then crawls onto Katie's lap, reaching up to lick her chin, then focuses out the window to wait.

As Scott approaches the building, he sees his reflection in the glass door. Setting his fingers on the handle, he stops for just a moment, looking at himself. Though he couldn't see all that well, it didn't matter. He could still see his chopped-short hair, his gruesome eye, and his sickly-thin frame. Even with his loose hoodie, one could tell he was just skin and bones, shown through the jeans that hung on him, and his gaunt face.

Who was he anymore?

Sighing, Scott knew he had to go in. Once inside, his senses take in the atmosphere. It was warm in here...welcoming, even if he didn't want to be here. His eye roams the room, taking note that the entrance was the only visible exit as well.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he keeps his head down to approach the front desk. Barely lifting his eyes, he speaks to the receptionist. "I, um...have an appointment."

He didn't even remember the name of the counselor, nor did he know all what Rick had already set up. "I'm Scott Johnson."