The night rolls on

Scott hears Misty come up beside him, so for once, he isn't startled. He gives her a grateful nod. "Thanks. I'll try to eat something... if I don't, I'll just hear it from Rick later." A bit of dry humor seeps into his tone, a rarity for him as of late.

"Have fun and... tell everyone I'm listening, okay?"

Watching Misty leave, Scott's eyes stay on her for several moments. With her back to him, her hair waved gently in the breeze, the setting sun to her back, casting a long shadow in front of her.

Click.


Jason grins as Katie walks away, and takes a bite of his sandwich.

Mm... I'll have to keep my eye out for those monsters. I don't want them hogging the spotlight.

"Jase, you got that music I gave you?"

Jason's thoughts are halted and he stands up to rummage through one of JetStream's boxes for Mike. "Yeah...um... give me a sec."


Rocky looks up quickly as the door opens and a warm smile spreads on his face. "Hey, she made it!" He straightens from his work and nods. "Yep. Glad you came in this way. If you hadn't, we woulda had to rescue you from the overenthusiastic charity volunteers up front."

Axel offers a wry grin and waves Jess over. "You got here just in time. I need a storm cloud over here to help me with the sound check."

Once she's joined him, Axel points out the others in the room, giving her a brief rundown of who was who and what was happening.

One might miss the look that crosses Taylor's face as she sees Axel inviting Jess to be with him at the table. It was hard to determine whether Axel himself didn't see it, or if he consciously ignored it. Either way, Taylor wasn't the only one who found the situation out of the ordinary. Axel had always made it a point that the sound table was his space, not to be invaded. Seeing him allow anyone back there, let alone a woman, was more than rare. Nothing is said though, and the set up and sound check goes as normal for both JetStream and Cryptic.

It's not long before the crowd is allowed into the room and seats are being filled up. JetStream prepares backstage, changing clothes and running over their routine one more time as Jen remains beside the sound table to help run the sound with Axel.

The concert is a blast. Jason envelopes himself in his role on stage, pushing everything else aside, if only for an hour. The audience loves the band as always, and the guys get everyone involved, clapping and laughing at their routine of silly antics in between songs. Kyle banters with Phil and Jason well, keeping up on the keyboard and a few backup vocals. Jason stays in the spotlight though, loving every minute, and doing better on guitar than any other concert. Every once in a while he communicates with Katie, no one knowing why he was smiling.

By the time there's a short break before Cryptic, JetStream is half exhausted and half hyped up. Clearing their own equipment offstage is easy and doesn't take long at all, leaving Cryptic's own setup ready to go.

Axel stretches back in his seat and yawns, ready for the next round. He gives Jess a sidelong glance with a small grin. "Having fun yet?"


Backstage, JetStream finishes up their own work for the night.

“Sticking around?” Kyle questions.

“Thought we would.” Phil nods. “Might as well. I wanna see Cryptic play too.”

Kyle helps pack up some of the guitars, glancing over his shoulder as his nerves rise. “Well we’ve heard them a million times. How about we go to Mom and Pop’s or something?”

Phil looks at him with confusion. “What? Why? You don’t want to stay?”

Kyle shrugs. “Figured we would go out afterward anyway, we could meet them there or something.”

“Well it’ll be at least forty-five minutes until they’re done, then they gotta pack everything up too.”

Jason coils up a cord and cocks his head. “What up, Kyle?”

Kyle won’t look him in the eye. “Just tired I guess.” He shrugs. “I know Jen’s tired too, so I just figured we’d stick together.”

Jen joins in from where she sat nearby. “I am pooped, though I did want to hear Cryptic. But if the rest of you want to go, that’s fine. I know the other guys won’t care if we go or stay.”

Jason shrugs. “I guess I don’t care one way or the other. I’ve heard ‘em practice… not like we never hear them. Might be nice for them if we stay in the crowd or help ‘em pack up later, but…whatever.”

Strange. Kyle usually isn’t a party pooper.

Mike shrugs too. “Well if nobody really cares, we might as well go get pizza or something. No sense in sticking around if we’re that enthusiastic about it.”

Kyle closes up the last box and heads to take it to the trucks. Within minutes, everything is loaded up. Without the sound system to load, the band had made quick their wrap-up work as planned.

“Looks like we’re ready to roll.” Kyle sets his hands on his hips and glances around the room.

“Looks like it,” Phil agrees. “Alright… let’s move out. Pizza?”

“Pizza.” Jason nods.

As the group heads to the door, Kyle suddenly stops. “Oh, guys… I forgot something. Go on ahead, alright? I’ll catch up.”

Jen lifts her eyebrows in surprise. “Need help?”

“No… no, I’m good.”

Jason’s eyes narrow slightly at the odd tone in Kyle’s voice.

I feel like something is going on… I don’t know… I'm not used to feeling this way about Kyle. Maybe he’s just in some kind of funk or something.

The others shrug it off and head out, Kyle watching as they go. As soon as the door is shut, he spins around and sprints to the backstage rooms.

“Man, where you been?”

Kyle rolls his eyes at Max. “Long story.”

Rocky sticks his head in the door. “Three minutes, guys. This may just be a fundraiser, but we got ancy hosts out there. Let’s roll.”

In less time than that, Kyle has changed into a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, a black tee and black lace-up boots instead of his sneakers. Giving a quick look to the mirror, he grabs a bit of gel and messes up his hair, letting it fall where it would. Slapping on his leather wrist band, he’s the last to leave the room, but it’s according to plan anyway.

“Oh, shoot.” Phil snaps his fingers and turns around, just as JetStream gets to the vehicles. “Kyle’s absentmindedness must be contagious. I need to go talk to the hosts – they wanted to go ahead and mark their calendars for next year already. Wait for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Jason waves him off. “We’ll wait.”

The room goes dark. Those who have stayed are ones that have looked forward to a bit harder style of music, some already fans of Cryptic. A few whistles ring out as they wait for the last part of the show to start.

Axel’s fingers move along the control board, knowing just when to time things, having memorized where every switch was.

A fog machine sends a mist up around the stage and a strobe light is set off. In a moment of apparent confusion, suddenly the red and white lights over the stage switch on, the same moment Joel starts in with the bass drum. Next, Taylor comes in on the bass, joined by Max on guitar and finally Rocky’s keyboard. For several measures, the front of the stage remains bare, the audience waiting in anticipation.

Timed to perfection, all instruments stop on the same beat, leaving a deafening silence. Kyle hits the stage running, sliding to his place behind the microphone, dead center in the spotlight.

“Break out!”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the music starts again, the rock beat driving the heavy rhythm of the song.

“Of the things you do.
Break out!
Oh yeah, I’m telling you.
Break out!
No plan is fool proof.
Don’t get caught up in this world,
Don’t get caught without a clue.
Don’t be silenced by the rules.
Break out!”

The audience erupts to sing and clap along, the music shaking the room. Kyle’s one hand remains on his microphone stand, the other encouraging the audience to keep up their energetic clapping.

“We’re trapped alone tonight.
We know it in our souls.
What we seek we cannot find,
‘Cause our hearts have turned to stone.
Forget about that weakness.
Forget about those lies.
Forget the patterns taught to us.
It’s time to stand and fight.

Break out!”

Half-blinded by the bright lights, Kyle’s eyes roam the shadowy audience until finally finding Misty. Needing a point to focus on, he chooses her to stay in his sights as the chorus is repeated, swinging into the second verse. The stunned form at the back of the room goes unseen.

“We’re in a war without a will,
To stand for what we know.
What we want we cannot feel,
‘Cause our hearts have turned to stone.
Forget about that sorrow.
Forget about those fears.
Forget the triumphs never won.
It’s time to stand and fight.

Break out!
Of the things you do.
Break out!
Oh yeah, I’m telling you.
Break out!
No plan is fool proof.
Don’t get caught up in this world,
Don’t get caught without a clue.
Don’t be silenced by the rules.
Break out!

Plans. They all unfold tonight.
Crimes. They plague our hometown streets.
War. It’s what we’re living for.
Peace. It’s what we’re dying for.

Break out!
Of the things you do.
Break out!
Oh yeah, I’m telling you.
Break out!
No plan is fool proof.
Don’t get caught up in this world.
Don’t get caught without a clue.
Don’t be silenced by the rules…

Break out!”

All notes end on the same beat, leaving the stage silence to be overcome by the audience’s loud enthusiasm. Without a rest though, Joel hits off the next song with a steady beat.

Kyle puts his hands over his head and claps to the drums, furthering interaction with the audience.

“Come on, let me see those hands up. Come on. Yeah, that’s right.” He nods, then sends his hands back to the microphone, listening for the right time to come in.

“Silence. Like a fog drifting in.
Raindrops. Like tears fall to earth.
Whispers. Like fire burning hearts.
Storm clouds. Like lighting from our eyes.

Oh it’s a sad day, sad day.
Why have you not listened?
Oh it’s so painful, painful.
What more could I have said?”

Kyle’s voice is joined by Rocky’s, blending together to put an edge to the lyrics amidst the instrumental sounds. Rocky's eyes drift over the small audience, every once in a while making eye contact with Axel, or landing on Jess, a hint of a grin cracking his mouth as he sings.

“Terror. Like a river flooding fields.
Thunder. Like grief to make one cry.
Secrets. Like words chained to stone.
Sunshine. Like an eclipse born of greed.

Oh it’s a sad day, sad day.
Why have you not listened?
Oh it’s so painful, painful.
What more could I have said?

You decided not to listen.
You opted not to hear.
I tried to tell you,
Tried to warn you.
But you listened to the world.

Oh it’s a sad day, sad day.
Why did you not head my words?
Oh it’s so painful, painful.
To see you lose this game.
Oh it’s a sad day, sad day.
Why have you not listened?

Listen to me.
There’s still time.”

As the second song ends, Phil continues to stand, his eyes wide, his mouth almost hanging open. Staring at the stage, he can’t believe what he sees. He can’t believe what his ears are hearing. No way. Kyle??!

“Phil, what’s taking you?” Mike nudges his arm. “Are you…” His voice trails off as he follows Phil’s gaze. Expecting to see Rocky leading the songs, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “What…”

Max’s fingers strum the strings of his guitar, beginning a slower song, the eerie tones drifting through the room, almost hypnotizing the audience. The room settles down to listen.

This time, Kyle’s voice isn’t joined by Rocky, but by someone else. Only those paying attention would realize that Axel has donned a cordless mic while continuing to run the sound. His eyes bounce from Kyle to the switches, while his tenor voice blends in harmony behind Kyle’s.

“It seems just like yesterday,
We went our separate ways.
The tears we shed.
The words we said,
They didn’t change a thing.
But my heart still beats within my chest.
A rhythm driving me.
It beats to love that still remains,
True to only you.

How could we have left that way?
How did we give up?
How did we let freedom lose?
When did the curtain fall?"

Kyle's eyes automatically find other targets within the audience. Perhaps it was deliberate. Perhaps it was unconscious. But Misty wasn't focused on for this one.

"It seems a million years away,
The price we both did pay.
We said goodbye.
We told our lies,
That we no longer cared.
But my heart still beats within my chest,
A pulse that’s driving me.
It lives for love that still remains,
True to only you."


Jason ambles back towards the building, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Katie.

I don't know what's taking so long, but let's go see. At this rate, we might as well stay for the whole thing and forget about pizza for now.

It doesn't take long for the rest of JetStream to be at the back of the room, eyes wide, all listening.

Jason stares at the front of the stage, his ears picking up on the strong tones of Kyle's voice he'd never heard before. Surprise courses through him, along with a bit of irritation for not knowing.

What on earth... how come he didn't tell anybody? Why have we never seen him sing like this before?!


"Why did we just leave that way?
Why did we give up?
Why did we let freedom lose?
How did our pride just win?

I want to travel back in time.
To change that lonely day.
I want to travel back in time.
To change the words I said.

‘Cause I can’t just leave that way.
I can’t give up on us.
I can’t let freedom lose this way.
I can’t just say goodbye.

No I can’t just say goodbye.
My heart lives for love that still remains.
Baby, I love you.”

As the audience erupts again, a small grin curls Axel’s mouth as he takes off his mic and readjusts the sound once more. A smile is on Kyle’s face too, though no time is there for enjoying the moment. Cryptic’s routine was faster paced than JetStream’s, leaving fewer pauses between songs, and more time for hyping up the audience.

“Rising high above the rest,
My soul combats with my flesh.
I want to be, I want to win.
Want to lose myself within.

Towers all around me,
Mountains to be climbed.
All the while I’m living lies,
Running from the truth.

I need to fall deeper.
Deeper into your arms.
I need to fly further.
Further into your grace.
I need more devotion.
Completely devoted to you.
I need to fall.
Deeper into you.

Running faster than the rest,
My soul combats with my flesh.
I want to see, I want to rise.
Want to win myself the prize.

Cheering all around me.
Races to be won.
All the while I’m a dying man,
Restless beyond the hope.

I need to fall deeper.
Deeper into your arms.
I need to fly further.
Further into your grace.
I need more devotion.
Completely devoted to you.
I need to fall.
Deeper into you.

Deeper.
Why can’t I ever find my way?
Further.
Why can’t I ever seem to be?

I need to fall deeper.
Deeper into your arms.
I need to fly further.
Further into your grace.
I need more devotion.
Completely devoted to you.
I need to fall.
Deeper into you.
Yeah…
Deeper into you.”

Kyle grabs a swing from a water bottle, nodding to the others to keep it rolling. They normally would have had some sort of pause, but tonight it was getting late, and the fundraiser couldn't last all night. Starting into the next song, Kyle's voice is strong.

Jason leans back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. He glances to Mike, Phil and Jen to see the expressions on their faces. They were surprised… confused… a little hurt… but also pleased so see Kyle like this. Jason tries to dissect is own feelings. He was surprised too… and confused… and yeah, a little hurt… Was he also pleased to see Kyle like this? He wanted to be. But all of a sudden, a new emotion had risen. He wasn’t even sure what to label it as. It was something he didn’t like… something that didn’t make him feel good… something that almost made him wonder about his own significance within the band from here on out.

Keeping his eyes forward, he doesn’t look to Katie. He knew she’d be feeling what he was, but at the moment, he really didn’t want a communication over it.

The night rolls on with more songs, Taylor taking over the chorus of one, though most lead is continued to be sung by Kyle. The audience keeps up with Cryptic’s energy, while the band hid their weariness well.

During one song though, few would realize that Axel now only had one hand on the sound board. Hiding in the darkness of his location, his other hand lay in his lap, surging with pain as it trembled uncontrollably. Gritting his teeth, he keeps going, unable to stop and tend to it.

Lurking in the shadows

Smiling as she saw Reese enter Angelica straightens. Standing when he comes over to the table she gives him a nice hug. Today she was fashened in something not often seen but when she was home she just felt more comfortable dressing like this. A pear of jeans and a brown hoodie. Putting her arm around Reese she smiles pointing to her grandmother and than her mother.

"Mike this is Mi abuela Anabela and Mi madre Isabela! Abuela, Madre...this is Señor Mike!"

The woman that was introduced as Angelica's grandmother smiles up at Reese her eyes still full of life for such an old age. Though her english was bad she trys her best to speak clearly for Reese.

"Cirtinly is as handsome you described Angelica."

Gently tapping her mother arm Angelic's mom is almost as shock as Angelica is.

"Mamá dont embarass her."

Shaking her head Angelica sits with Reese and the conversations is kept light. Ordering there food storys start to be told through Angelica's mother and grandmother that make her cheeks turn red more than once and though once a while Angelica has to translate something to Reese the time is well enjoyed and when it is finally over all as sad to part.

....Giving a shake of her head Katie looks at Jen about to say something but it pulled into Jason's lap with a shill laugh.

"Yeah I bet you are huh?"

The day had been long and this moment, this time had been well intisapated. Katie was happy to be out of work and with the bands. Thought she didnt know Cryptic very well she had enjoyed them already and new they were good people.

I like Cryptic so far they seem pretty nice J. I am happy I get to shair this time with you.

Wrapping her arms around Jason's neck she squeezes just a little bit tighter. To anyone looking they would just think it was a hug out of no where. But to the one who could hear her new it was something more. Slowly slidding over his lap Katie stands and streches.

"Alright well I better let you eat and I am gonna go sacure everything making sure all it ready and good."

Dont want any monsters lurking in the shadows only on stage.

Katie tease as she walks away.

Hearing the voice Jess continues to follow them as she makes her way through the back. She wasnt sure if this was the right way but she figured its where all the cars were so she might as well. Being a bit on edge in a place she didnt know she takes note to the saroundings and where the exits are. It just made her feel more comfortable.

Getting to a solid steel door Jess cracks it open and peeks inside. Seeing some people she new she steps in a little farther figureing the was the right place.

Catching Rocky's eye and than Axel's Jess gives a wave as she walks over.

"I guess this is the right place. I wasnt sure what door to come in so I just came through the back is that ok?"

Exiting TJY and hitting the cold air Misty takes in a deep breath. Though it was starting to get colder out she didnt mind that much. She liked the cooler weather more anyways. Looking around Misty spots Scott and gives a smile as she see the camra in his hand. It was nice to seem him outside and doing something. Slowly Misty walks over to him and speaks in a soft voice.

"Hey You. I am headin out now. I left some left over pizza in the frige if you want any and Dalton is going to be sticking around for a while still if you need anything. Other than that you have my cell number and can feel free to call me anytime on."

Giving a smile Misty gives Scott's arm a gentil pat as she turns and heads to her car.

Antics

Reese finally finds a parking space outside the small cafe and makes quick work of exiting to head to the door. He was late. He hated being late for anything. But he'd gotten lost on the way over here, been turned completely around twice, and stopped for directions half an hour ago.

Getting inside, his gaze sweeps the tables, looking for the one face he knew. It wasn't hard. He spotted Angelica in the corner near the window, and immediately he knew who she'd brought with her. It would be nice to meet her mother and grandmother.

Approaching slowly, he feels just a tad bit awkward, but covers it up well. Today his dress was a contrast to the night before, simply a pair of jeans and a casual shirt untucked. Arriving at the table, he offers Angelica a smile. "Good morning, Angelica."

He looks between her mother and grandmother, a glint in his eye that hadn't been there for years... a charm that most of the world never saw. "And... these must be your sisters?"


Scott jumps a little as Misty enters the infirmary, having been in his own little world. At her question, he just shrugs. He didn't know how he was. He was tired and nauseas. It didn't bring much reason for enthusiasm.

Watching with a bit of confusion, he doesn't get what Misty is doing until she finally explains. And as she does, a faint smile quirks the corner of Scott's mouth.

"Thanks, Misty. That... that means a lot." He gives a little nod. Maybe he was miserable, but he recognized the efforts of those around him to make him feel better. It didn't necessarily help his spirits all that much, but it didn't matter... he still appreciated the thoughts.

Once Misty is back to work, Scott reaches over to the small table to grab the camera Katie had brought for him this morning. His hand also picks up the pair of glasses Rick had found. He hadn't known why one of his old pairs had been in the supply cabinet, but it wasn't worth questioning. At least now his good eye would be under less strain. Not to mention, he wanted to see what he was doing when fooling with the camera.


Jason gives a little grin as he picks up a stress ball to squeeze.

More than one reason to call in to work one day.

His emotions convey the teasing he felt.

Maybe I'll have to call in too. A ride to the lake sounds awfully good.

Tossing his ball aside, he sighs and swivels his chair back around to stare at his computer screen.

I'm looking forward to tonight too. Figure on getting out of here a bit early and heading to Mike's to pack up. You can be lucky and get a full day in here then meet us at the community building if you want.

Seeing an email that would put him to work a few hours, Jason decides it's best probably to quit talking, even if no one could hear it.

More later, Hero. The tyrant has me under his thumb.


The day moves on, following the pattern of the sun. Clouds passed by, keeping a shadow overlaying the ground, but high above, the sun revealed the passing of time.


"Mike, throw me that box."

"Jen, you got that tote?"

"Where's my extra picks?"

"Where is Kyle?!" Phil straightens from the enclosed bed of his pickup. "It's three o'clock and I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since early this morning!"

Jen looks up at her brother gently. "He'll be here. When was the last time he let us down, hmm?"

As if in answer, Phil's cell phone rings. "Yeah, hello? Rocky... yeah, okay... thanks." He flips his phone shut again. "Kyle just left Rocky's." He sighs. "He'll be here in a few minutes."

Jason leans against his own truck, waiting and watching.

Ready to meet us, Hero? It's a little tense over here. Probably best you're not here, unless you wanted to get in the middle of a squabble. Kyle's on his way though, so we'll be at the building on time.

"Jen, you got what you need?"

Jen looks back at Mike. "Yeah. I don't need much since we're sharing systems with Cryptic. Axel said he'd help me get everything set."

"Great."

Fifteen minutes later, Kyle's truck pulls into the driveway. He hops out, throwing his arms in the air. "Yo, wassup?! What's taking y'all so long??"

"Us?!" Jen smirks at him. "We were about ready to leave without you."

"Would have if we hadn't needed your truck," Phil complains.

Kyle throws him an enthusiastic thumbs up and sprints to the porch, spinning inside with a flourish.

Jen giggles and shakes her head. "Hurry up, Kyle!" she shouts. "I feel the love running out, out here."

Kyle reappears with a box of cords, throwing himself against the side of the house with a dramatic moan. "Oh, there is no love remaining for a wandering soul such as I."

Phil rolls his eyes. "Alright, Shakespeare. Come on."

Kyle grins and skips down the steps. "Forgiveness is sweet."

Jason shakes his head and laughs. "You dipped into the sugar barrel or what?"

"No!" Kyle gets into his truck and pulls out a bottle of Mountain Dew. "But it's my closest friend!"

"Uh-huh." Jen grins. "You're gonna be bouncing off the stage."

"Just keeping the crowd on their toes..."


"...Yeehaw!" Kyle's energy pulsates through the large room where the stage was.

"Kyle, my man!" Joel greets him with enthusiasm. A high-five swings them into setting up.

With everyone from JetStream and Cryptic, it made for a small crowd, but the atmosphere was light and fun. Behind the closed doors at one end of the room, the charity fair was taking place, with people who had already been there all day.

Rocky is just bent over opening a box, and when he straightens, Axel is next to him. Jumping, Rocky almost smacks him. "Axel! How many times have I told you not to do that to me! Where did you come from?!"

Axel gives him a wry grin. "A deaf man coulda heard me coming. What's your problem?"

Rocky's eyes narrow and he hands Axel an armful of equipment. "Here. Make yourself useful."

Within ten minutes, the two bands are working together to set things up so it would be an easy switch later on. With all the instruments and Cryptic's larger sound system, it would look to some like it was going to be a huge show. Rocky and Kyle work out the positioning of their keyboards, Phil and Taylor's bass guitars wind up in completely different spots, and Mike and Joel end up agreeing that it would be better to just share a set of drums, while Jason and Max try out each other's guitars for the fun of it. Axel works quietly at the sound table, showing Jen how things were set up, but because of the technical differences, Jen doesn't mind agreeing to simply sit on the side, letting Axel run most of the sound for the evening. He didn't mind, and would simply take direction from Jen on some of JetStream's songs, then perform the routine for Cryptic. It was agreed that in between shows, JetStream would simply take their own instruments or other equipment off the stage, leaving Cryptic already set to go for the rest of the evening.

It was going to be an odd night, but a fun one. Everyone getting along and being friends helped immensely, creating a crazy but often funny atmosphere.

"Help me, help me!" Kyle's shrieks got the desired attention as he is being 'choked' by an extension cord.

"The wires have taken over again!" Max shouts. "Quick! Somebody get the duct tape!" Getting beaned in the head with a roll, he whirls around to smirk at Taylor, who was standing near the sound table. "A better aim would be nice." The laughter continues amongst the group.

"Phil, is that what you're wearing?" Jen hollers.

"Yep."

"Kyle?"

Kyle stops his antics for a moment. "I got my green tee in the truck."

"Good. Jase?" Jen looks to Jason up on stage.

Jason turns from just setting his acoustic guitar on its stand. "Yeah?"

"You bring a pair of fitted jeans?"

Jason looks down at his comfy carpenter jeans. "No baggy allowed tonight, huh?"

Jen gives him a knowing look. "You know what I like to see you in."

"Yeah, yeah... tight denim. What is it with you women?"

Jen giggles. "Hey, if I'm gonna be the mother of you guys, I'm at least allowed to tell you what looks best on stage."

"You saying I don't know how to dress myself?"

"Well..."

Jason laughs. "Don't worry. I got a change of clothes out in the truck."

"Good. And while I'm being your mother, have you had anything to eat today?"

Jason thinks for a moment. "Um..."

"If you have to think about it, the answer is no." Jen leans down to a small cooler.

Jason has to move fast to catch both the wrapped turkey sandwich and the juice box.

Jen turns her attention to Katie. "Make sure that guy of yours eats, will you? We don't need him collapsing on stage."

Jason flops into a folding chair, reaching out to grab Katie around the waist and pull her down onto his knee as he unwrapps his sandwich with the other hand. "I'm just making sure that you make sure I eat," he explains, giving her a teasing bounce.

Axel works quietly by himself, plugging in cords and testing the equipment at the sound table. Though staying in his own little world most of the time, every once in a while, he'd throw in his own remarks or teases to the others, usually when no one thought he was listening.

"Everything set?" Taylor leans over the chair beside him, her face getting close to him as she takes a peek at the sound board.

Axel gives her a sidelong glance that serves as a warning.

"Sorry, sorry!" She straightens up and moves around the table. "Your zone, I know. Anything I can do?"

"Nope. I think we're good." Axel's gaze roams once again to the doors in the back. He didn't know when Jess was planning on showing up, but he wanted to be sure that she didn't have to pay to get in. Hopefully she'd enter from the back where everyone's trucks were parked.


Scott leans back against the outside of the building, a chilly wind brushing over his bare arms. He didn't care though. It was a feeling he'd gone too long without. The wind held a bitterness. But it was as bitterness that that fed freedom. His camera clicks.

TJY had been quiet today, and late afternoon, Scott had finally gotten up enough nerve and enough energy to venture outside. He didn't like being alone, and wished Domino were here at least, but... as long as he stuck close, it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. Every little sound made him jump and want to run back inside, but he tried to stay distracted with his intent instead.

He looks up, and his camera clicks again. It had been nice to see Angel today. Though not particularly liking it that she had to see him like this, seeing a familiar face from Texas had been a nice surprise. Rick had brought her into the infirmary, and all that Scott could gather was that she was here to see Misty, though he wasn't sure exactly for what. Now that the concert would be soon, Misty would probably be leaving. Scott did want to listen to the concert at least, so he knew he would be going back inside in just a couple minutes. He'd been tempted to stop in and see of Dalton needed any help today, but hadn't felt quite up to it. No... taking a few pictures was all he'd to today.

¡Brille cuando su digno de él!

As nothing is else is said about what Misty had said she just sits back with Carson as the movies is played once again. Was he thinking about what she said or was it going to go ignored she wasn't sure. But something told her this would not be the last time this conversation would be brought up and for now she should just enjoy the peace she had.

Snuggling into the couch with Carson Misty leans her head on his chest. Time...was something that waited for no one. Even moment much be enjoyed while it could be.

Quietly Marge sits with David as she keeps her eyes focused on the table. She wanted to say more but what could she say. Was this her open changes maybe to get to know him better but where would she start. Knowing her own place Marge says nothing letting the silence rule grabbing a glance every once and a while at David.

As Reese took Angelica in his arms for she could feel her walls wanting to form but for the first time they wernt as thick as other times. Placing her hand in Reese shoulder and the other stays wrapped in the warmth of his fingers.

Dancing slowly the smile on Angelica's face grows. She felt content, happy. This, was worth waiting for. As the music continues to play Angelica finally rests her head on Reese's shoulder as she becomes absorbed in the moment.

Opening her eyes slowly Angel stairs into the dark and for a moment she has to try and remember where she is. Sitting up in the bed she trys to let her eyes adjust to the dark lighting. Straining she looks around the room. Everything felt differnt this was not home. Trying her best to remember finally it comes to her she was in Nevada. Pulling the covers back on the bed she flips the light on and looks at her watch. It was now 11pm. She had wanted to go over to TJY but now it was to laught.

Letting a sigh escape her lips she stands and makes her way over to the small table where she had papers lined up. Taking a pen she jots down on a peace a paper about how tired she had been along with becoming more disorened. Along with many other symptons she had been having as of late. What was wrong with her? Why could she not figure it out. Normaly she wouldnt be worryed but the symptons had been growing worse rapedly.

Folding her hand Angel says a silent prayer.

God please let me find out whats wrong. I know I am in your hands but right now I am not ready. You have a time and reason for everything but please let me be able to find out whats wrong. I've got so much to look forward to right now. Luke, my grandchild...I beg that it is in your will for me to get better and if not than I pray you help me find peace and give me the strangth to tell my family.

Opening the small laptop Angel had braught with her she barrowed from Rosetta she starts to search for a few differnt things. Tomarrow she would go to TJY like she had planed today.

Night goes on and for some the night was welcomed today as the happyness lingered and for other the night was cursed as it was a reminder that something was wrong as they sat alone. But alone by there own doing. But no matter the mood morning was finally calling with arms that said a new day started and would hold a new wonder.

Pouring a cup of coffee for herself Angelica sits in the kitchen waiting for her mother and grandmother to finish getting ready before they headed to breakfest. A smile was still on her face from the night before as she sips her coffee and reads the paper. How happy she was and felt. Today Reese would get to meet her family and that was somthing that made her excited in itself. She almost felt like a kid again.

"You are shining like an Ángel you know that Mi Angélica."

A small woman smiles as she enters the kitchen. She looked to be about 75 if not older. Her hair was a soft white done up in a bun on the top of her head. A few soft wrinkles showed the age on the woman's face.

Looking up from the paper quick Angelica had been lost in her own world. Smiling at her grandmother. Standing her moves over to her and gives her a soft kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"Abuela nothing pass your eyes does it?"

"Ahh...these eyes have seen mucho but to see my nieta shine like this not even the blindest of men could miss it."

"She is right you know Angelica you are shinning brighter today."

Turning Angelica gives a smile to her mother as she enters the room. Turning from her grandmother Angelica walks over and gives her mother a hug. Standing next to her one could tell they were mother and daughter. Angelica just looks a bit younger.

"¡Brille cuando su digno de él! Shine when its worth it is was I was always told."

Smiling her mother hands Angelica and her grandmother there jackets.

"As long as your happy mi hija than shine like there is ningún mañana."

Gathering up the last of there things the three ladys head out of the house and make there way to the restront. The car is filled with chatter as Angelica tells her mother and grandmother about Reese and everything that they do back in Nevada. The car is filled with laughter and joy as the three ladys make it to there destination.

Sitting at her desk Katie shifts just a little bit feeling Jason's emotions building and the bit of discomfort it braught from him blacking them. Though she new why he was doing it, it still felt strange like always.

I'm hanging, I'm hanging. I think when you do letting it all out I am gonna have to call off I know that for sure.

Katie lets out a short emotions that resembled a laugh.

Just hope Austin wont put up a big stink about it. On a happyer note though I cant wait for the consert tonight. Nothing is better than watching you guys play and protecting you all than getting to listen and protect Cryptic as well.

Things had been going pretty smooth since Katie had been back. Though the tention had been high in the whole office and it just wasnt the same with without Reese, but Katie did her best to hold her head high dispight everything. The small things braught her comfort now and tonights consert was one of them. She loved playing the roll as bodyguard.

Entering the infermary Misty holds a small item under her arm. A small smile on her face. Looking around the room Misty's eyes fall on Scott who had taken his place once again on the small bed. She had hurd earlyer this morning from Rick that most likly Scott would not be going to the Jetstream consert. She also new he did like hearing them and it killed her to think he would miss it. Wracking her brain all morning had caused her to be late but it was well worth it even if she got in trouble. Slowly making her way over to the bed Misty gives a wave to Scott.

"Hey Scott. How are you this morning?"

Giving him a moment to reply Misty just cant help but keep her own excitment in and longer. Placing the item on the counter a raido is revealed. Pluging it in Misty turns it on for a moment and to a certin station before turning it off and looking at Scott once again to explain.

"I figured you might not be up to going to the consert so I though Maybe I could bring the consert to you through the raido so you can still listen. I found out what station they were going to brawdcast it on and now all you have to do it turn it on."

Having the cab drop her off outside of TJY Angel pays for her ride and walks twords the buildings door. Pausing for a moment she hesatates to go inside. She wanted to see her friend she had made again and she'd like to see Austin again but for some reson Angel felt a bit scaired at the same time too not to metion she had a killed headack this morning.

Feeling silly and knowing she was Angel gives a shake of her head and reachs out for the door. Heaving a heavy sigh she opens the door and enters. Going down the long hallway and coming to the elevator Angel takes it down to the bottom floor where she remembered Katie explaining once where everything went on.

Steping out of the elevator Angel scans the floor looking for anyone she new. From this point on she wasnt sure where to go or where anything was.

The morning of many

Carson didn't want to make a big deal out of this, but Misty's pausing the movie proved that it was big enough to at least pay attention.

Looking back at her, he tries to figure out exactly what she's saying. She missed the spunk? He wasn't stupid... he knew what that meant. She missed the old him? But... why? Everything he'd done... the man he'd been was so... wrong... wasn't it? Why would she want that back? Giving in would just be a compromise that he couldn't make. One move towards his old actions and he was liable to slip and fall again... wasn't he?

It just felt all wrong. Carson hangs his head. He wanted to be what Misty wanted him to be. Was her simply being happy enough? Or was there enough she missed to make things fall apart? He wondered.

Raising his eyes again, he forces half a smile to the surface. "I'm happy when I'm around you too." His response skips over her longing for the old him. He didn't know how to answer that part of what she'd said.

Letting the whole thing drop, he reaches over her for the remote and turns the movie back on. Setting the remote on the table, he flops back and slings an arm around Misty's shoulders to bring her down next to him where he can plant a kiss on the top of her head. The rest of the movie would be enjoyed, then he would go home. He'd revisit this conversation later when he felt more like thinking about it. For now... for now he just wanted to enjoy Misty's company.


David gives a little shrug to Marge's invitation and finally sinks down in a chair opposite her. "Why not. Looks like I lost my company for the night anyway."

He signals to a caterer walking by that he'd like another drink, and lets out a long sigh. "Guess a fellow's gotta give up sometime, eh?" He shakes his head and gives a weary laugh. "It shows character to admit when you've been beat, right?"

He glances back over his shoulder to where the balcony was. "Some guys got it... maybe I was wrong to think I was one of them."


Reese's smile is warm and genuine. "Well... looks like we're in the same rusty boat then," he teases. "Just so long as we don't sink."

Hearing the soft music coming from inside, he shifts his position to take Angelica's one hand, then rest his other lightly on her waist. Dancing under the moonlight was something completely unplanned. But it seemed a night where anything could happen. And it had. But it was too deep within his heart for anyone to see... one could only feel. And after years of a lonely coldness, the frozen shell was finally being cracked.

"You're welcome," he finally replies quietly. "Thank you for inviting me."


Morning. The dawn after the night before, bringing on a newness. To some, it's desired. To others, they would have preferred to stay in the comfort of the darkness. But no matter how cloudy the skies, the sun won't wait.


Reese rolls over in the hotel bed and slaps his alarm off. It felt too early to get up. Last night had ended nicely, bidding Angelica farewell after the party. But it had been late, and rising early didn't feel quite as invigorating as intended. He'd promised to meet Angelica for breakfast though, and he wasn't going to skunk her. Not to mention, he had a chance to meet her mother and grandmother... something that seemed a pleasant thought today.

Finally sliding out of bed, he heads for the shower. He'd have to leave with enough time to figure out the directions Angelica had given him last night. Being in unfamiliar territory wasn't something new, but it did feel different when not connected to a case. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out of town for pleasure.


Carson ties his tennis shoes and yawns, standing up and trudging to the kitchen.

"Morning, sleepy head."

He pries his eyes open further to see the blurry form of his sister at the table. "Hey."

"You're gonna be late."

Carson smirks at her. "Thanks for the reminder." Grabbing a glass of juice, he decides it will have to do for his breakfast.

Dani continues eating her buttered toast. "Have a good time last night?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Want a ride to work?"

He shakes his head and puts his now-empty glass in the sink. "Naw. I got enough time to walk it." Without having risen early enough to jog, walking was probably best anyway.

"Alright. See you later, then?"

"Yep." Carson ruffles her hair on his way past, grabbing his denim jacket and his ball cap. "Later." Hitting the outside air, he heads at a brisk walk towards Mom and Pop's. He'd tossed and turned all night, and wasn't near enough awake yet. His time with Misty had felt good, for sure. But it still felt like some storm cloud was hanging overhead. It didn't feel like it would rain yet, but something just still didn't feel right. And unfortunately, he sensed the problem was himself.

Looking up to the sky, he notes the gray clouds. The weather didn't help the mood much. But according to the weather report, it would stay cloudy all day.


"I want you to go over these three cases, and I want you in that upcoming meeting."

Jason lifts an eyebrow as the folders are slapped down on his desk. He looks up at Austin with annoyance. "Well I guess if I have time, I'll see if I can make it."

"You will make it," Austin corrects. "Or would you like another mark on your record."

"Well, the red marks do make for more colorful records," Jason muses. He glances at his watch. "Can't catch me for tardiness today though. I made it with thirty seconds to spare."

Austin's eyes show a glint of authority. "Didn't feel good to get docked pay, did it?"

Jason tries to hide a smile. "Oh, that's not it. It's just that I got a concert tonight, so I wanted to get on out of here early."

"You will work your full day," Austin corrects.

"Actually..." Jason straightens in his chair, his annoyance heightening. "I'll be leaving early. I have to be there early to help set up and we have to be on stage by six."

"I don't care." Austin crosses his arms. "Your job comes first."

"I was allowed the flexibility when I joined JetStream," Jason counters.

"By whom? Reese? I'm in charge now." Austin glares at his grandson. "Leave early, and it's just another mark against you."

Though his anger was boiling, Jason lets out a laugh. "Okay, then boss. Get your marker ready. I was going to invite you tonight, but... I guess you'll be working until closing then, huh?"

Austin grits his teeth, but says no more, simply spinning on his heel to stalk out of the office.

Jason groans and lets his head fall into his arms on his desk, his arrogant facade fading.

Great. By the time this is over, I'm gonna be broke. I don't care what he says. I'm going to be singing tonight. It's the only thing I got left that takes me away from here... away from everything that's holding me down and beating me up.

Straightening, Jason pops another sugar pill into his mouth. He knew at this point, he was once again a walking time bomb. But he needed to at least last through tonight... He just needed to get through this concert, then he could explode and crash.

It's coming, Katie... sorry. Not until another day at least though. Hang in there with me. I'll try to give you fair warning before I let loose on anything.

At least so far he hadn't had a bad spell. He could feel his writhing emotions building to the max, but so far, he'd been safe from flashbacks, and his nightmares had been kept at bay for the most part. Maybe... maybe this thing had evolved past the episodes. He could only hope.


"Kyle?" Phil taps his knuckles on his brother's door. "Kyle... you up?" Still no answer. Phil sighs and finally opens the door, just to find an empty bed. One that once again had not been slept in. Groaning in frustration, Phil heads for the kitchen. A quick phone call to his sister confirmed that Kyle had taken her home last night, but then after that he wasn't accounted for.

Just ready to call Mike, Phil hears the door open and close. "Kyle?"

"Yo."

Phil sets his hands on his hips as he wanders into the other room. "Nice of you to drop by."

Kyle tosses his keys onto the rack, and quirks an eyebrow at Phil's tone. "Um... thanks? Got any hot water left?"

"Yeah, and you're in it."

"Great. Now what did I do?"

Phil's eyes narrow. "Where were you? I've been worried, and so has Jen."

Kyle shrugs. "No where in particular. Look, I gotta go take a shower, then I'm gonna go help Rocky with a few things, then head to Mike's from there to load up right after lunch. What time we gotta be over to the community building?"

"Four o'clock. But I'm not done talking to you." Phil steps in his brother's way. "Where have you been, Kyle?"

"Nowhere!" Kyle throws up his arms.

Phil studies his brother with suspicion. "You look like you ran all the way home. What have you been up to?"

Kyle runs a hand through his sweaty hair. "Well right about now, I'd like to be up to taking a shower, unless you want me smelling like this on stage tonight."

"Kyle!"

"What?!" Kyle shakes his head and grins. "Would you stop worrying?" He gives a short laugh. "I'm not a little kid, ya know. I am capable of going out and keeping myself occupied."

"Yes, but with what?"

Kyle shoulders past Phil and heads towards the bathroom. "Nothing."

"But..." Phil's shoulders drop as the bathroom door is shut. "But I can't help but be worried about you," he finishes lamely. One second, everything seemed fine, and Kyle seemed to be perfectly normal. And the next, something just seemed very wrong. Which was the truth? Well, for now he'd just have to hope that the first was the truth. So Kyle had a few odd quirks... so what. Today they needed to concentrate on the concert.


Axel wanders into the garage, clocking in and heading to the car he'd been working on yesterday afternoon.

"Hey, Grease!" Leo saunters in, throwing his jacket on a wall hook. "I thought you weren't working today."

"Naw. Gotta put in a couple hours at least."

"Don't you got that concert tonight?"

"Yep. I'm taking off about noon to have a quick session, then load up, and eventually help the other band set up."

"Sounds like fun."

Axel glances at Leo fidgeting with a wrench, and a wry grin spreads. "You, um... gonna come see us?"

Leo's face lights up. "I thought you'd never ask."

Axel rolls his eyes. "It's a community event, Leo. You got three bucks?"

"Yeah - that what it is at the door?"

"Yep. But if you don't, I'll get you in with the band."

Leo shakes his head. "Nah. It's for charity. Besides, I'll have to show up after work. I gotta work a full day."

"Alright. Sounds good." Axel turns back to the engine and rolls up his sleeves. As he does, his right hand starts to tingle. Flexing his fingers, he manages to avoid a bad spell. Hopefully today would be free of any mishaps. The rest of the guys in Cryptic hadn't seen how bad it had gotten, and he'd just as soon keep it that way.


Rick heaves a sigh, leaning on the doorway to the infirmary bathroom. He finally enters, laying a hand on Scott's shoulder. "You alright?"

Scott is sitting on the floor by the toilet, pale and exhausted. Nothing he'd eaten for breakfast had stayed with him. He shakes his head slowly.

Rick wishes he had a cure. But it was so hard, knowing where the lines were between the physical problems and the mental ones. Scott had given breakfast a good try this morning, but it hadn't taken long for him to get sick. Was it something wrong with his stomach? Was there something Rick had missed? Or was it simply the stress and emotional state that Scott was in? He didn't want to put Scott through any more medical tests, but how else would he know? His medical training made him want to do more tests. But his better sense told him that it was indeed an emotional problem, not a physical one. For now, he'd just keep trying.

Getting Scott cleaned up and back in bed, Rick sits beside him thoughtfully. "There's a JetStream concert today..."

Scott keeps his chin rested on his knees. "Yeah... I know."

"You going?"

Scott shakes his head. No... he didn't want to be in a crowd like that.

Rick plays with his clipboard in his hand. "Even with Jason and Katie there to watch your back?"

Scott shakes his head again. Not even with them there. The thought was too terrifying.

"You going to at least get out of the infirmary?" Rick prompts. "I think some fresh air would do you good."

"Katie...she's going to bring one of my.... my cameras." Scott gives a little shrug. He was very tired after a night of tossing and turning. But he did want the distraction.

Rick gives a little smile. "Well that's good. If you want me to take you anywhere, or anything today, you just let me know, okay?"

Scott nods. Once his stomach had settled down, maybe he'd venture out for a short walk... maybe.


Clint stares into space, his hands cupped around his warm coffee mug. His elbows rested on the mess hall table, his eyes tired and bloodshot. The conversations around him were all droning together, none of much interest to him.

Jim leans up against the wall by the kitchen, sipping his own coffee, as his eyes land on his son. He watches him for a moment, wondering about his behavior. It had been like this for the past week. Clint had looked completely worn out, his mood wasn’t the greatest, and he had been much quieter than normal.

Mick nudges his brother with an elbow. “Wake up.”

Jim grins and nods. “I’m awake. Looks like Clint isn’t, though.”

Mick follows his gaze to see his nephew in the corner. “He alright?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t said much lately. Something’s up though.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it?”

Jim shakes his head. “Naw, I’m liable just to upset him if I do that.”

“I thought things were good between you two.”

“They’re better. But… I wouldn’t want to push it.”

Mick opens his mouth to tell Jim that he’d noticed Clint taking one of the ranch trucks at night lately, but then he decides better of it. Until he had some facts, maybe it was best that he didn’t tell his brother. Perhaps he would confront him himself. He could only hope it didn’t have anything to do with the fellows Clint used to hang out with. That’s all they needed right now was more trouble.

Finally Mick just shrugs. “I’m sure it’s nothing. He’s just got a lot on his mind.”

“This would be true.” Jim lifts his eyebrows as he thinks of Wendy. He sighs and glances to the clock. “Guess I better get to work. I’m helping you with those yearlings today, right?”


Clint finishes off his coffee and leaves his cup on the table, rising to leave. There were two cars in the shop and one they’d promised would be done today. He needed to get to work before he wasted any more time.

Outside, he’s hit with chilly air, but doesn’t zip up his jacket. He needed the cold to wake him up. Yawning, he pops his neck and trudges his route to the shop.



"Hey, Bret!" Kirk greets his old friend warmly with a hearty handshake, a smile spread on his face. "Glad you made it."

"Me too." Bret grins and nods, very glad that he had. Every appointment so far had to be postponed for one reason or another. But today... he had finally made it.

"Sterling!!"

Bret spins around to see his buddy. "Landon!" A hug and handshake follow.

Landon gives him a teasing punch to the shoulder. "Who says anyone can leave the track for good, eh?"

Bret gives him a smirk. "I don't remember saying that."

"Oooh, I do." Landon grins. "Everybody's talked about that one for years."

Bret smacks him upside the head. "Let's not have a repeat, eh?"

"Well don't look at me!" Landon teases. He lets the subject drop though, for Bret's sake. "So Kirk says you're back."

"We'll see." Bret promises nothing. "He just wants to give me a trial run today, and... we'll go from there."

"Good, good." Landon nods with satisfaction. "Not sure you came on a great day though."

"Why?"

Landon thumbs toward the other side of the track where other people were mingling, and other cars were being worked on. "Maria's here."

Bret's jaw tightens. "I didn't think she hung around here anymore."

"Not 'til she hooked up with Pat."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope." Landon shakes his head. "Been about six months."

"Wow... that's a long time."

Landon smirks. "You were the longest. We'll see how this one goes. She might try to get you back when she sees you behind the wheel again."

Bret shakes his head. "Well that will never happen."

"Never know," Landon teases.

"I do." Bret holds up his left hand.

"Dude." Landon's eyebrows raise. "Since when were you tied down again?"

Bret grins. "Since I fell in love."

"Well how long have you been tied down?"

"I haven't been tied down since Maria," Bret corrects. "This time, I'm blissfully married, and it's only been a short time."

"I guess congrats on that one, then. Shoulda brought her down here today so we could meet her."

"Yeah, well... I was going to, but we had a little tiff this morning, so I'm letting things cool off."

"So much for the 'blissfully,'" Landon smirks. "Major?"

Bret rolls his eyes. "Not unless you count arguing over an unpaid gas bill major. Flowers on the way home will be the cure." In reality, he'd woken up a grouch this morning and Charlotte had gotten the brunt of it before she'd left for work. Anything would have made him upset, and he'd regretted their argument as soon as she'd walked out the door. It was the first time he'd yelled at her, and it didn't feel good, especially when he knew that his temper had been a problem for him in the past. Charlotte deserved better. Flowers would be a start... an apology would be next on the list.

Landon gives him a sly glance. "You? Flowers? She must be somethin'. You never took the losing end with Maria."

Bret chuckles. "If being on the losing end is what it takes to keep Charlotte in my life, then so be it. It's a small sacrifice."

"Dude, you got it bad."

"Yep."

Landon laughs. "Well I'm happy for ya. You might wanna steer clear of Maria then."

"Good option. What about you and Amber?"

Landon gives a little shrug, forcing himself to keep his smile even though it wanted to fade. "Broke up about six months ago."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, well... it's been alright. I spend most of my time down here, keeping busy. Now I'll have you to keep out of trouble."

"Excuse me," Kirk interrupts. "I don't mean to break up this little reunion, but Bret, if you wanna take a run, I got half an hour left."

Bret's immediately ready. "Lead the way..."


"...How's she feeling, Sterling?"

Brad grins as he takes the car around the track, feeling the curves. "Landon, she's as smooth as butter."

"Good. I worked on her just this morning." Landon speaks into the mic on his headset from the side of the track, along with Kirk as they watched Bret takes several laps around the track.

Kirk shakes his head. "What's the matter, Bret? You look like an old man out there."

Bret's hand grips the gear shift. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really. You wasting my time, or what?"

"Not on your life." The gears shift, the engine revs.

Kirk grins as he sees the car speed up, beginning to fly around the track. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

"Wooee!" Bret heads into the curve with ease, expertly guiding the car.

Landon laughs. "You still got it man. You still got it."

"Just like riding a bicycle." Bret steers the car around the far turn. He was back in his zone, and it felt good.

Happy

Angelica cant help the feeling that serge's though she vains. It was a feeling long forgot but now once again made known that no matter what it always lived on. For once, in a very long time Angelica was ready. Ready to let another person in again.

"On day at a time, that works for me. I'm a bit rusty though so once and a while you might need to remind me."

Smiling back at Reese Angelica's face lights up a soft glow in the moonlit night. She hadnt smiled, or laughed and after she meet Reese things seemed to change.

"Thank you Mike for coming tonight. Thank you for more than you even know."

"huh?"

Marge looks up at David for a long moment almost as if mesmarised in his presince. But before it can even be noticed she looks up down at the table. Mumbaling as if she almost lost her voice.

"I know how you feel."

Continuing to look down her her glass Marge lets out a long sigh. She had been working for David and Angelica for a long time now and she had always had a thing for David. But she new where she stood, and what part of the totam poll she was on. She could never compete with Angelica's looks, and she would never had the money to back it up eather. All she had, was what she had.

"You can sit here if you want."

Watching the movie and eating the pizza with Carson was nice and Misty enjoyed it. Though She could feel the tention in the room she wasnt to sure what to do about it. So the silence lingers as the movie plays on.

As Carson asks his questions Misty is silent for a moment as she still watch the movie. Finally taking the remote Misty pauses the movie. Turning twords Carson Misty just looks at him for a moment.

What was she to say? How should she say it? Letting out a small sigh Misty finally replys.

"I am happy Carson. I've always been happy when I am around you and you havnt done anything wrong its just you've changed alot and I guess I kind of miss the old Carson at times. I just have to get use to the new you I guess is all. I just miss the spunk I guess."

Misty searches Carson's eyes for a moment. She wasnt sure how Carson would react or what would happen. She didnt want to lose Carson again but she did want to let him know how she felt.

...if you want

Reese closes his eyes for a moment as Angelica's fingers run down the side of his face. It had been so long since he'd had a woman's attention, or even wanted it, for that matter. Angelica had become so special to him, even if he hadn't let it show. They'd always kept things on a pretty business-like level, and he'd been satisfied with that... until he'd realized that he cared more about her than he'd thought.

Opening his eyes again, he locks his gaze with hers, her voice drifting on the night breeze like soothing music. "You've always been beautiful," he replies quietly. "Inside and out."

Reaching up to take her free hand, he grips gently, bringing it around to plant a soft kiss on it.

"I may not be old enough for retirement," he muses with a light tease to his voice. "But I'm old enough to be set in my ways. Though... if you're willing to put up with just taking things one day at a time..."

He didn't know how to ask. He didn't know if he even had to ask outright. But better to clarify than leave anybody wondering about his intentions.

"...I think I'd like to get to know you better, Angelica. I think I'd like anything that gave me the excuse to spend more time with you. That is... if you want."


David half-listens to Brad, though his eyes have wandered to the doors that led out to the balcony. At his angle he could just make out two shadowy figures standing very close together. He bristles. He'd known there had to be more between this guy Mike and Angelica. What did Mike have that he didn't? David had known Angelica for much longer, and had been trying for a long time to win her over, but work had always gotten in the way. What hadn't he done that this guy had?

"...you listening?"

"Hmm?" David turns his eyes back to Brad apologetically. "Sorry."

"You alright?"

"Not feeling well. I'll catch you later." David pats Brad's shoulder and wanders away where he couldn't see the balcony anymore. Folding his arms, he leans back against the wall near a corner table. Glancing down to the side, he sees Marge by herself and he sighs. "What's a guy gotta do, huh?" He shakes his head.


Misty's comment leaves Carson slightly surprised, and in a moment, he's left by himself to get the plates and food. He just stands for several seconds though, wondering about the tone of Misty's voice. She was disappointed. He knew it now. He was different than he used to be... he hadn't thought she would react to it... he'd thought it would be all good. But... something just felt like it was off kilter just a little bit. It wasn't bad... they weren't at odds at all. But... it just felt... strange. Was it him? Had he made a mistake?

Sighing at himself, Carson knows right where to find the plates and retrieves them, picking up the pizza on his way to the living room. Setting everything on the coffee table, he eases down on the couch, waiting for Misty.

It's not long before a movie has started, and supper is being eaten. But Carson's appetite just isn't what it was a while ago. Eating just a slice and a half, he concentrates on the movie, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He wasn't upset at all. Just... he wasn't sure exactly what it was.

Finally, he gives up and turns his head towards Misty. "Are you... happy?" he asks quietly. His eyes search hers for the answers to ease his confusion. "I mean... have I done something wrong?"


Kyle slides out of the truck and jogs around the other side to help Jen out. But by the time he gets there, she's already got the door open and is starting down herself.

She grins and holds herself steady between the seat and the door. "I want to get down myself."

Kyle smiles and stands back, though can't help a twinge of surprise. He knew his sister was already back in therapy and progressing more rapidly than the doctors could explain, but it still brought on a little bit of surprise. He was so used to helping here.

Jen giggles as she slides to the ground and stands a bit wobbly. "Help me walk inside?"

"You sure you don't want your chair?"

Jen shakes her head. "Uh-uh."

"Okay..." Kyle was a bit hesitant, but reaches out to help her as she headed for the porch. It took her one slow step at a time, and she had to hang onto her brother most of the way for support, but by the time she reached the steps, she was beaming.

"I did it," she exclaims.

Kyle eases her down so she could sit while he went to get her chair. "You sure did." Pride shown in his eyes and he ruffles her hair playfully. "Be right back."

Jogging back to the truck, he retrieves the wheelchair, but pauses for just a moment. He runs his hands over the metal frame, his mind taking him to places he would chide himself for. He was thrilled his sister was starting to walk again. No one was probably more thrilled than he was. But there was a strange emotion lurking in the shadows that bothered him. It bothered him because it didn't feel good, and because he felt utterly ridiculous for even letting it be there.

But the lump in his throat was undeniable.

Shaking his head, he finishes his task and goes back to the house to help Jen in the rest of the way. Staying only a few brief moments to say hi to his mom and stepdad, he trots back to his truck to head home. Tomorrow would be a long day. A good night's sleep would do him good.


Back in Texas, the night seems all too short. Though for some it seemed long. At four-thirty in the morning, another hour and a half was left before the ranch would come to life. But despite the quiet, one vehicle was just getting shut down.

Clint wanders tiredly from the garage after having parked the borrowed pickup. Trudging towards his bunk, he was glad that he had it to himself now, so he wouldn't be waking anyone. Glancing to his watch, he doesn't even have enough energy to grimace. He could squeeze in two hours, at best. Well... it would have to do. He'd run on two hours of sleep a night for the last week... he could do it again.

Stopping, he sleepily turns back around, going to the truck for something he'd forgotten. Then he heads for Wendy's place instead. Opening the door just a crack, he puts the handwritten note in between the two doors. All it said was "I love you," but he hoped it would make her smile. She needed to smile... she hadn't smiled enough lately.

Stifling a yawn, he aims back towards his bunk. Getting inside, he flops down on his bed, not even bothering to undress.

A long time

Stepping outside Angelica takes in the night air. After being in the stuffy room for most of the night the fresh air felt good on her skin and in her lungs. The noises of the city drowned on and Angelica payed little attachen to them. This was home and where she was use to being, this for her was normal.

Looking to Reese Angelica can feel her cheeks turn a shade of red at his comment. Just stairing at Reese with her big brown eyes twinkling in the moonlight she takes him in as well. It was not ever day they looked like they but it was nice to see the change. The light blue shirt that Reese had underneath his black blazer braught out his eyes and made them seem to almost dance in the moonlight.

"You know the city never bothered me to much until I went out to Nevada. Coming back and forth isnt that big of a deal but I am relizing just how much the city drives me crazy. Well this city anyways."

Angelica is quiet again for a moment as she looks out at the buildings and watching the cars pass by. People down on the side walks walking with hast to a destination unknown.

"You dont need to be sorry anymore Mike I think you made up for it quite well."

Turning to look at Reese again Angelica smiles at him. This had been a nice saprise something no one had ever done for her. As Reese takes her fingers and interlocks his own with them a strange tingle goes down Angelica's spine. Tighting her own grip on his fingers sligltly Angelica can feel her face turn red again as she looks up at Reese as he makes his comment. Looking into Reese eyes Angelica felt something she hadnt felt in so long. Everything about Reese made her feel good inside, and put butterflys in her stomach. Her own heart started to race as the silence continues. For sure she though Reese would hear it.

Taking a few steps closer Angelica knows that now is the time to let go, happyness was standing infront of her once again and what a shame it would be to push it away even if she was scaired. She had gotten to know Reese and new he was a good guy. Life was about risks and this was one she didnt want to turn down.

Bringing her free hand up to the side of Reese face she just runs her thumb over her cheek the smile making its way to her lips once again. Locking eyes with Reese Angelica keeps her voice soft.

"Tell me I am beautiful again Mike because its been a long time someone has made me feel the way you do."

More than

Alone with Angelica once more, Reese starts to relax again. Mingling with her wasn't so bad, and getting to meet the people she often mentioned was nice. He couldn't help but be glad they didn't cross paths with David again too quickly. He seemed nice, but... there was something about him that Reese wasn't so sure about. Maybe he just didn't want to admit what it was.

Brought back to attention by Angelica's suggestion, he shrugs. "Sure. Fresh air sounds nice right about now."

Led to the edge of the room, then out onto the balcony, he takes a deep breath of the warm night air. The sounds of the city were all around them, drifting up to the third story.

Reese wanders to the railing to lean on it, looking out at all the lights. "Reminds me how much I hate cities," he muses. "Never had the guts to move out of town though... seemed like too much work."

He's quite for several moments until eventually straightening and turning to face Angelica. The moonlight cradled her face with a soft glow and glistened off her necklace. A light chuckle surfaces and Reese shakes his head. "I must have been crazy to turn down your offer to come."

Hesitantly, he reaches out with his hand, offering to take her own. "May I?" Given permission, he takes Angelica's fingers softly in his. "I know I apologized earlier, but... I guess I want to again. I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I, um... well..." He can feel his face grow warm and is glad for the partial darkness. "It's kinda hard for a guy like me, ya know?"

His eyes lower to her hand, then raise again to see hers. "Not easy to move past a life, even if it's a life long gone and never to reappear." He didn't know whether she'd understand he was referring to his own married past, but didn't think he need specify.

"At any rate, I talked to your sister and she told me about your brother's birthday and all, and... I guess I realized that whatever I was going through wasn't worth not being there for a friend." His grip tightens a little on Angelica's fingers. "A good friend... more than a friend... if she wanted to be."

Alone

As the exchange with Carson continues and Misty feels his around around her, her heart starts to race. Oh how she had missed the kiss like this, and this feeling it gave her. The sence of freedome was missed and how Carson use to touch and hold her had felt like it was absent for so long that now feeling it again was almost like a cool breeze.

As the kiss ends Misty almost feels a bit of sadness. She wanted it to continue, she wasnted to back in for another kiss but a hug was all she got. Bringing both her arms around him Misty returns the hug. Though she could still feel something was differnt, and there was hesatance on Carson's part.

In Carson's turning Misty knows that somewhere inside Carson the kiss was what he wanted but was not allowing himself to have. Him not meeting her eyes she new, she new that his change had made him shameful of what happend and maybe confused. Ignoring his comment for a moment Misty steps closer to him again placing a hand on his back and rubbing gently. In a soft whisper she comments.

"It's not bad to kiss me like that Carson. I like it. Change is good, but that dosnt mean you have to change everything."

Removing her hand Misty backs away and turns to head out of the kitchen.

"Now what about that movie and I'll get it set up. You know where the plates are. Dont be to long, I am starving and am looking forward to snaggling."

The smile on Angelica's face is ever moving as her eyes stay locked with Reese for the moment. She had been sad when he had turned her down but now, getting this kind of saprise it really did but a bright spot to the end of her day.

Angelica cant help but laugh at the comment about the badge. She had to hand it to him it was smart thinking to use that to get in tonight. As Angelica goes to make her comment she is cut off by David. Looking to him and giving a smile she was happy to see David was being friendly, not to mention she wanted them to meet anyways to be able to put faces with names when she talked about them.

Watching David as she talks about her coming back Angelica cocks her head just a little. She new David had mention in the past that he would like her to come back to Cali but he hadnt said anything else about it till now. It kind of confused her a bit because he made it sound like he talked to her about it often. Brushing it off as nothing more than small tall Angelica gives a nod and than looks back to Reese her smile still in place.

"But I have told David that now having two jobs if I let one go I think I might be bored. I like working both places and I would want nothing less."

As David makes his exit finally Angelica gives another nod calling behind him.

"I'll catch up with you in a little bit David."

Turning back to Reese she is happy to give her full attachen to him once again. Though a bit confused by his comments of maybe going Angelica gives a small shake as she takes Reese arm with her own.

"No, I want you to stay please."

Walking slowly as to move out of peoples way Angelica keeps a light hold on Reese arm. It felt good that he was here and she thought nothing differnt of it. Talking to talk with Reese several differnt times Angelica is intarupted by other people wanting to know how she was and how the business were going. Most the talk was work related and very little room for normal day to day talk. Finally breaking away once again Angelica looks up at Reese giving another smile.

"If you want to talk a little in quiet there is a nice belcony we can escape to. There is also some food if your hungry as well....."

Over in a courner tucked away from everyone alse a woman sits. Her messed black hair hung in her face, and her lips drawn into a frown as she watches Angelica and David interact for a moment. Everything alse going on around her lost. Letting out a sigh the woman looks down at the table. Mummbaling to herself....

"Marge why couldnt you be that lucky. He flirts with her all the time and she dosnt even know it. I'm no compatition for Angelica Lockheart. I just wish I could be half of what she is."

Making it back to her bunk and wishing Clint a good night Wendy makes her way inside. Her back had been killing her today and all she really wanted to do was sleep. Sometimes the hours dragged on and it felt like the day was never ending. Filling with morning sickness, back pains, and the never ending feeling of hunger that plaged her. Finally getting use to the idea of having a growing life inside her Wendy pushed through her day. If not for herself than for her child. Even though at times she missed life before, and what she could have done she new this was what she had to do now.

Slumping down on her bed Wendy lets out a long sigh. Her mom had only been gone for a day but it felt like weeks, and with Clint seeming so distint as of late Wendy felt more alone than ever. Clint needed his space, and was having a hard time dealing with this whole thing but why...why did it feel like he was in another world completely?

Rolling over and burring herself deep in her covers Wendy just stairs at the wall for a long moment. Was this how it was ment to be? Would she always feel this alone now? Would Clint always feel this distint?