Hey

Scott slowly enters TJY, letting his eyes adjust to the inside. It was early yet. He'd had a late evening with Hope at the lake, having just talked for the longest time before finally getting back home... but even that couldn't keep him away from an early start this morning. He'd been hesitant to come... feeling almost that he wanted a day just to adjust again. But... no, he needed to come.

Only a few people were here yet. He knew Reese was in the back. He'd seen Rick and Misty's vehicles. As he wanders down the row between cubicles, he hears the clicking of computer keys and a small smile surfaces. Maybe they still did think alike in some ways.

He stops and leans quietly on the cubicle wall. "Hey, Sis."


Jason hits his alarm for the third time, sinking his head back down into his pillow. Ever since yesterday, he'd had a headache, and it was stuck with him, even this morning. It was late... and getting later. But Reese would just have to wait.

Trooper groans and nudges his arm, but Jason just rolls out of the way, ignoring his dog for now.

Simple Time

Hope gives a nod to Scott seeing the worry in his eyes. She new this would be hard and she hated knowing that Scott thought this was his fault. Turning a little more Hope looks at Scott with senserity in her eyes.

"I know I didn't do anything wrong. Its all been a miss understanding and it will be straitend out. Please dont worry Scott because there is nothing to worry about."

Hope ment it, and even if she did lose her licence she got to know Scott out of that, and somethings are more important.

"Now about those subs. I'm starving..."

Taking Scott's hand Hope gives it a small kiss, as a smile spreads on her lips.

Just letting Jason's emotions flow Katie runs her hands gentily through his hair. She could feel his termoil and new how upset he was. She felt badly for him and wish there was something more she could do, but right now there wasn't.

One day you will get your wish Jason...one day soon! Its not always your fault.

Not really wanting much of a reply Katie starts to hum a soft tune trying to sooth herself and Jason as she filtered both there emotions. Her mind went from step to step on what to do next. She needed to talk with Reese and explain to him she needed some time off.

Looking down at Jason Katie's heart aches for so many differnt reasons that they seemed to mush into one. Katie just wished they could go back to a simpler time.

Inner storm

Scott’s foot automatically lets up a little on the accelerator as he listens to Hope. They were already close to the sub shop he’d been thinking about anyway, so he pulls up to the curb and kills the engine.

Turning his head, he studies Hope for a moment. Though he’d felt alone and shoved in a corner for almost two months, gunner had taught him a lot… and one thing he’d learned was listening for the way someone spoke… and there was something in Hope’s voice that said there was more to this than just some misunderstanding with a no-name client.

Scott swallows hard, and fidgets with the car keys. “It’s me, isn’t it…” The embarrassment had already seeped into his tone. “But… but why? Or how? I mean… you haven’t done anything wrong…”


Jason manages to pick himself partway up off the floor, but he sinks down again, this time with his head in Katie’s lap. Picking at the orange, he finally eats a small slice or two, waiting for it to take effect.

It’s not going to work out… not until something breaks. Ever sine the beginning, it’s just been… waiting to happen. Everybody winds up hurt… I’m always the one instigating the problems. If I could just learn to… to… I don’t know.

His eyes are closed and though he doesn’t want to rely on their connection, with his body so weak, the emotions take over, flowing steadily to Katie, soothing his inner storm.

Orange

Giving a laugh at Domino the smile continues to stay on Hope's face. As she glances at Scott and than back to Domino before looking out the window.

Watching the scenes pass by Hope was excited about he lunch with Scott. Continuing to watch things pass by Hope hears Scott's question to turn and look at him giving a smile.

"I've been pretty good. I have a court date on Friday."

Hope hated to have to tell Scott about what was going on but she needed to. He was part of this to and he had a right now know. Not to mention Hope never made a habbit of lieing to people.

"...There has been a mix up with some things and I am being charged with inapropreat conduct with a pashent. But I have Angelica as my lawer and I know this will get straightened out and things will be fine."

Handing Jason the orange Katie lets out a sigh. As she goes to sit down on the ground next to him. Picking at a string at the bottom of her pants Katie looks up again.

"You didn't mess anything up Jason. Its going to work out, No matter what It will. Eat this you need it."

Katie new she would be going, She would take the medicen and so would Jason. Though it would hurt her...she would do it for Jason its what he wanted and though she didnt like it she would learn to some how deal.

Ham

Watching Katie walk away, Rick’s shoulders drop. From the beginning, he’d always wished he could fix this thing, and he still wished it now. He didn’t know what the key was, or what would ever solve it. If two people really weren’t meant to be together, how would they deal with this? Katie’s request for the antidote hits Rick hard. He knew that was an option she loathed. Yet she was willing to take it, if it would do any good. Was it really a good sacrifice for her to make? Who was he to judge?

Sighing, Rick shakes his head and goes to the cabinet to retrieve the bottle of pills he’d taken from Katie the day before. “Misty, how come things like this have to happen?” He didn’t really think he’d get an answer… he didn’t think there was one. He’d been asking the question of God for years and still didn’t know.


Jason has broken out into a cold sweat and is shivering in his still-wet clothes when he feels Katie nearing him. He hated it when she saw him like this. In the beginning, he’d been embarrassed. He was beyond that now… now he just hated it, period. He was supposed to be the strong one… but he was the one that was constantly taken down and beat up by these stupid emotions.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I just keep… messing things up, don’t I?”


Domino wiggles all over and gives a little woof as Hope gets in the car. She isn’t satisfied with just a scratch on the head, and crawls into Hope’s lap, getting a leg tangled in her purse strap. Tumbling forward, she plows into Hope’s lap head-first, somehow managing to fumble and turn around then sit up. Shaking her head, she lays her ears back and stares up at Hope with a look anyone would swear was sheepish. Giving Hope’s chin a lick, she turns around again to stare out the windshield, quite ready to go.

Scott rolls his eyes at his dog and starts the engine again, pulling away from the curb. “You ham,” he chides teasingly.

Driving down the road, Scott searches for a good place to get their food. He felt a little awkward with Hope all of a sudden, and tried not to let it show. “So, um… you know all about what’s been going on with me… so… what about you? How have you been?”

For me

Feeling the warmth from Rick Katie leans into it. The warmth the comfort, maybe thats all she really wanted.

"I just...dont know how to feel anymore. I need to find how I am again because I feel so lost, and I feel alone, and I dont know whats right or wrong anymore. I hope I make it through this...I just it hurts alot."

Sliding off the ledge of the windowsill Katie takes a few stops till she stops. Feeling Jason's emotions she gives a little cry as the tears fall from her eyes. Was is from the hard blast of emotions, or her own emotions she felt that made her cry.

Finally as the pain subsides Katie looks to Rick again her eyes slightly dull.

"I'm going to need able bottle of that antidote you mead up for when I leave. I dont know how long I will be gone."

Letting out another quiver of a sigh Katie's shoulders drops. She could now start feeling his suger drop.

"Take care of him for me while I am gone ok? because I dont know if he will take care of himself without me!"

Letting out another sigh Katie hangs her head just a little as she exits the infermary and to the breakroom. Getting an orange from the fridge Katie takes it and aim for the rec room.

Finishing up in the bathroom Hope gives herself a once over. She had jeans on with a little green flower on them to match her green top. Her hair was tied back nicly. A smile on her face she goes to the living room to look out the window. Seeing Scott's car parked out there Hope grabs her keys and heads out the door locking it.

Getting into Scott's car she gives a smile.

"I was worry you weren't going to come."

Looking down next to Scott seeing Domino Hope smiles and scratches her head.

"I missed you too little lady."

Waiting

Rick watches Katie for a moment, deeply saddened by the state this thing was in. He knew that both Katie and Jason had reacted differently since the beginning. Neither was right, neither was wrong. But with different goals and ideas about their connection, things like this would just keep happening.

Setting down his tools, Rick approaches Katie quietly, slipping an arm around her. He wasn't sure he'd ever done that before, but it felt like the right thing to do.

"It'll be okay," he soothes. "And you'll be okay too. If you need to go home then... then that's what you should do. You and Jason are... so different. But you have so much in common too. This will pass. I promise it will and... and you'll make it through everything you're dealing with now too."


Jason stalks downstairs, opening the rec room door with a bang. Pain shoots through his skull and he sinks to the floor, his legs giving out on him. With a little cry, he lets the negative emotions out more forcefully than intended. One of the lightbulbs above him shatters, spraying fragments of glass all over the place.

Wincing, he stays on the floor, feeling as though he were in the middle of a tornado, except it wasn't wind - it was raw emotions coming out... emotions he'd been holding back, harboring so that Katie wouldn't have to deal with them... so that she wouldn't question his intentions or misinterpret what he was feeling.

Tears stream down his face until he's curled up into a ball on the floor, tortured by something he himself had created. Tortured by the upheaval of emotions and the knowledge that things had evolved to a new level. He could no longer filter out his emotions and save them to let out later. It had gotten worse, this... thing.

Finally, slowly, the rampant emotions begin to fade. Jason's whole body feels numb and weak as he just lies on the floor. He breaks out in a cold sweat and starts to shiver, his bloodsugar at a rapid nosedive. But he just lies still, closing his eyes as if hoping when he opened them again, the nightmare would be gone.


Scott pulls up in front of Hope's house, not knowing if he should honk, park and go to the door, or just wait. He settles on just waiting, and reaches over to scratch Domino on the head. He'd chosen jeans and tennis shoes and a loose tee. They were going to the lake, not some fancy restaurant.

Home

Watching Jason leave Katie just stands there for a long moment before heading over to the small window that was in the infirmary. Sitting own on the windowsill Katie leans her head back as she looks out a few tears rolls down her face. Her voice was soft, and the pain was apparent.

"My life...its out of control Rick. Everything is so messed up. I...need to...heal."

A few more tears ran down her face as the pain still coursed through her. Everything with Jason, everything with the Agency it was ripping her apart inside.

"I..need to go home."

Weak

As Jason looks at Katie, his temper subsides for the moment. A strange sorrow floods his eyes as he takes her hand in his. "I just want to be able to live like normal people," he repeats quietly. "Just... to not have problems. I don't like the nightmares... I don't like the pain... I don't like my emotions taking control over me and attacking my weak spots."

I don't like being weak in front of you.

Letting go of her hand, Jason turns to head out of the infirmary and turns right, towards the downstairs.

Rick sighs and looks at Katie. He was glad Jason was going, but the damage was done. Would Katie go with him?

Let it out

Katie cant help but jump at both men raise there voice and Jason slams his fits on the table. She could feel her pulse race, and she could feel her own tension rise as her head starts to throb.

Hearing Jason's words Katie cant help the sharp pain that hits her heart, and she can feel the little bit of happiness she had today slipping away once again. She had thought this was a healing step, but now that was gone.

Looking up into Jason's eyes she saw that he didnt blame her but in another sence it was her fault they stopped the meds.

"But...dont you ever listen to me Jason? I don't get sick when you have a nightmare, and the pain isnt that when you give your anger to me. It doesn't bother me anymore, why don't you understand me? You hurt me more this way....I...I don't know what to do for you anymore Jason to make you understand."

Katie closes her eyes as she steps a few steps closer laying her hand on Jason's arm.

"I'm so messed up right now I dont even understand whats going on with me, my life is spiraling out of control but I do know one thing. I dont want anything bad to happen to you. Let your emotions anger out J, and than we will go from there. You have to Jason."

How much longer

Hearing Katie's frantic voice, Rick is immediately on alert. He tries to slow her down, asking her where she is, and is surprised that they are out in the parking lot.

Dropping everything else, Rick sprints down the hall, almost running Hal over as he goes. Across the main floor, he ignores a few strange glances, and he takes the stairs instead of the elevator to get up and out.

Once in the parking lot, he spots Katie and Jason and is by them within seconds. "Jason... Jason, can you hear me?"

Jason is still on the ground, but he manages a nod as the pain starts to subside again. "I'm not deaf," he grumbles.

Rick rolls his eyes and looks to Katie. "Help me get him up and inside."

Struggling a bit, Jason finally is able to get to his feet, though his knees want to buckle. His feet dragging, he leans on both Rick and Katie, making it into TJY and out of the rain. On the main floor, others are quick to realize something is wrong and start for them, but Rick waves them off, not wanting to deal with anything else, and he knows that it would just make Jason mad to have more people involved. Though Rick hadn't been told any details, he knows that this has something to do with Jason and Katie's connection.

The infirmary is quiet. Misty is there but Jeff has gone for a walk in the building. Rick moves Jason to the table so he can sit, and Jason does so without argument. His head felt like it was going to explode and he cringes, putting it in his hands.

Rick forces him to look up as he shines a light in his eyes. "Tell me what happened."

"It just... hurts." Jason couldn't really describe it much better than that.

"Emotions?"

"I think so."

"You haven't been on your dose?"

"No. Neither of us." Jason finally straightens a little as the intensity begins to wear off.

Rick stands back, a little bewildered. "Just happened out of the blue?"

"Pretty much."

"Not doing anything strange? Or trying things, or anything odd with your emotions?"

"No!" Jason growls. "I've told you everything!"

As his temper flares, Rick glances to Katie, not seeing much of a reaction. "Where's your anger, going, Jase?"

"What?"

"Where is it going?"

Jason looks to Katie, then back to Rick, then Katie, then Rick again.

Rick folds his arms, starting to frown. "You're keeping them from her again, aren't you?"

Jason swallows hard. "So what if I am? Is it so wrong for me not to want to see her in pain because of my own emotions?"

Rick shakes his head. "It's not wrong, but we've been through this how many times?!"

"I don't care!"

"You're killing yourself!" Rick's own voice raises. "Slowly but surely, you're killing yourself, Jason. No matter you reason, you're hanging onto your anger, your frustration, irritation, whatever, and it's eating you alive!"

"Why can't I just decide for myself what I do or don't do?!" Jason slides off the table to stand, his emotional storm still kept out of Katie's reach.

"It's not just about you, you know that! How many times must we go through this?! Let your negative out with your positive! Katie needs it all, whether it hurts or not, you know this!"

Jason looks helplessly at Katie before he looks at Rick again. "If I can't keep it in, then we have to find another way for me to let it out without hurting Katie."

"You know that's not possible."

"It has to be!" Jason's hand comes down hard on the table.

Rick isn't going to take Jason's temper lying down, and he matches the tone. "Why?! Why can't you move on from this and accept this for what it is?!"

"Because I want to be normal!" Jason throws his arms in the air. "Is that such a crime? Is it so bad that I just want to be a normal human being again? To not have to worry about breaking something if I shout too loud? To not have to worry about making Katie sick if I have a nightmare?"

Rick looks to Katie, apology in his eyes. He knew none of this was his fault, but he knew that this had to be horribly hard for her. He finally looks back to Jason. "You need to let your anger out now, before you kill yourself," he states calmly. "I suggest you go outside, or to the rec room, but whatever you choose, let it out. Katie would rather endure a little pain than see you dead."

Jason's fists are balled at his sides and his eyes drift from Rick to Katie. He didn't blame her. He didn't. This was nobody's fault. It was just the way they were. But he was so tired of all this. He was so tired of new things popping up all the time. The last time he'd withheld things, he'd gotten a little sick. This time it was so severe that Katie couldn't even give him any emotions back to communicate because it was too much for his body to take. How much longer would he have to endure this??

Help Please

Getting off the bike behind Jason Katie pulls her helmet off and puts it on the bike. Turning back to see Jason down on all fours the rain is forgotten and Katie is down next to him. Placing her hand on his arm again.

"Jason, whats wrong."

Katie's heart races as she can feel her insides churn and does flips. She could feel a little panic setting in as Jason doesn't say anything.

Pulling her phone out Katie dosnt care if it gets water damage or not. Dialing TJY she waits to get Rick before she cant help the panic in her voice.

"Rick, its Katie..we need help something is wrong..please hurry...please."

Going crazy

Hope's comment about Gunner brings out a mischievous glint in Scott's eye. "Yeah, well... I'll leave him in ignorance for now. Tomorrow I'll tell him to stuff a sock in it."

Watching Hope as she gathers up her things, he tucks his hands in his jeans pockets, his eye following her out the door. Looking around the room, he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Now alone, he was feeling the shock of the day.

Having seen Hope leave, Gunner pokes his head around the corner. "You alright?"

Scott nods. "Yeah, I... I think so." Turning around, he exits into the hall, his expression a thoughtful one. "Guess it all just feels a little strange."

Gunner starts to walk with him. "You mean freedom?"

"Yeah."

"I think you'll get used to it." Gunner grins. "Least you'll get rid of me tomorrow."


Getting back home, Scott sinks down in the couch, closing his eyes as Domino comes to jump on his lap. He absentmindedly strokes her head, as his mind went in a million directions at once. He was stronger than he'd thought. It made him feel good... it made him feel... worth something, maybe. At the same time though, it also proved there was more about his captivity that he didn't remember. And he dreaded the day it would surface.

For now though... "You ready to see Hope tonight?"

Domino wriggles on his lap and gives him kisses.

"That's what I thought." Scott grins and moves to stand back up again. "Come on. We better think about what we're gonna wear."


Jason revvs up the bike's engine to turn around and head back down to the main road. He takes it a little easier this time, paying more attention to Katie than he had before. Only once does he experience enough pain that he has to pull over for a minute or two before getting back on the road.

It's still raining when they make it to TJY and Jason grits his teeth as another wave of pain hits him. Easing the motorcycle onto its kickstand, he takes off his helmet, gasping as the rain washes down over his head. Another step forward and his world seems to flip on him. Losing his balance, he goes down on all fours on the hard parking lot pavement, unable to stand the pain.

He wants to tell Katie he's okay, he wants to tell her to go get Rick or something, anything so she doesn't panic, but he can't get the words out.

Touch

Silly smiling Hope catches the glint in Scott's eye and it makes her smile grow even more as a worm feeling washed over her that she had never felt before. Yes she had had boyfriends, and guys she liked, but she had always felt out of place with them like she just didnt fit in. But now with Scott that feeling was there and it was form and inviting.

"That sounds like a great idea, and yes Domino can come too. I think she would like the exercise."

Hearing Gunner's voice Hope cant help but giggle as she leans in a little to Scott the humor showing in her eyes.

"You know, you can tell him to stuff a sock in it now right?"

Giving Scott another quick kiss on the cheek Hope moves to the table gathering her things up. Looking back at Scott she gives a small nod.

"Seven, I will be ready. See you than."

Hearing that the communication was making things worse Katie cuts off talking to Jason that was and moves back on the bike. Wrapping her amrs around Jason and holding her hands to his chest Katie just lets her emotions draw from Jason.

"Just drive slow and if you have to pull over do so."

Katie new they had to get back and see Rick before anything else happend to Jason. Her worry escalated. She was messed up enough without having anything else bad happen to Jason.

Seven

Receiving Katie's communication, Jason cringes. "Don't... gah, that hurts." Taking a deep breath, he turns back to the motorcycle, still visibly in pain. "Don't use your emotions to talk to me right now, 'k babe?"

Getting to the bike, he leans on it a moment and shakes his head. "You crazy?" he mutters. "I don't care if you know how to drive or not, this bike is too big for you and we'll both wind up as roadkill."

He forces Katie to scoot back again before getting on in front of her. Then putting his helmet on, he turns to her one more time. He didn't know why he was telling her this, but somehow, he knew what to ask. "Put your hands on me." Even through leather, the closer Katie got, the better. It was almost like someone sucking off the foamy top of a soda pop to keep it from overflowing. Her emotional draw was just enough to take off the edge... for just long enough that he knew he could make it back to town. Deep down, he feared he knew the problem, but he would see Rick first. Would this thing never end?


"Well..." Scott gives a short chuckle. "I guess I wasn't expecting to be free at this point so... I have no idea where to go tonight."

He holds up Hope's hand, his thin fingers wrapping around hers. "How about... we grab subs on the way out of town and have a nice sunset supper on the edge of the lake somewhere?" For the first time in a long time, a shimmer is evident in his eye. "And... I even know someone who would like to come along... and she won't eat much."

"Scott!" Gunner has been left alone in the hall, and raps his knuckles on the door. "I'm missin' a game, let's go!"

Scott quirks an eyebrow. "You don't watch sports!"

"See? Then I'm missing a game, aren't I?" Though they couldn't see him, Gunner grins, lazily leaned back against the wall. "And yes, you can borrow my car."

Now Scott can't help a laugh and he looks back to Hope. "Looks like I can pick you up then. Seven?"

I'll drive

Feeling Jason's whole body tremble Katie can feel something is wrong, and it feels a little comfortable for her even though its ten times worse for Jason.

Turning to go back to the bike Katie can feel Jason's resistance and his own worry. She rode a bike once before when she was thinking about getting her own an test drived one so she new how to drive. Cutting this outing short was ok since it was for Jason. She would always do whatever for Jason no matter the cost.

Squinting her own eyes against the pain of her own headache she had, had for days Katie turns to look at Jason in the eyes.

"We are going back to see Rick. You get to hold me while I drive, and dont try to talk me out of it J."

Katie gives a nod. She had made up her mind and there was not talking her out of it.

I am messed up enough right now, I don't need to lose you on top of it. I couldn't handle it.

Putting on her own helmet Katie holds Jason's out to him before getting on his bike.

Pulling back just a little to see in to Scott's eyes the smile on Hope's face remained as her eyes twinkled. It felt so good to be close to Scott again and even though there words were few it was good to know they could talk once more again as well.

Her heart still pounding, Hope wondered if Scott felt the same way, his kiss made her say yes, and his question to dinner was a slight confirmation as well. Now where would they go from here? Continues to be friends and was this just the joy of seeing eachother again or was this to go deeper into a relationship that could grow. Hope, hoped it was the later of the two. It would be nice to continue to see Scott on a deeper level.

Giving a small nod to Scott's question Hope did have time. She was free for the next few days with having to cancel all her appointments. What a better way to spend her free time than with Scott.

"I would love to have dinner with you tonight Scott. You pick where we want to go. Spending more time with you sounds like a great idea."

Hope's hand slips down to Scott's as her fingers interlock with her own giving his hand a gentil squeeze.

Feedback

Jason shakes his head, gritting his teeth as he just stands shakily for a moment. "No... no I'm alright."

I don't know wha-

As soon as he tries to communicate with his emotions, he receives another shock. Cringing, he puts his hands to his head, feeling like a two-way radio that wasn't tuned in. It was almost like getting high-pitched feedback from speakers while playing his guitar, except it wasn't an audible sound. It was just... raw emotions.

Trying to catch his breath, he can feel his pulse racing. The thunder suddenly seems ten times louder. "Holy cow..." His whole body was trembling now. As much as he wanted to take Katie's question and leave, he wasn't even sure right now if he should be driving.

Another clap of thunder makes him jump. Looking down at Katie, he tries to get past whatever this was. "I'm... I'm okay now I think. Let's just... um... keep walking."


Scott can feel a bit of heat creeping into his face as Hope draws near. Her hand through his hair sends a tingle down his spine, and though a bit unsure, he lets her pull him closer.

Still somewhat in shock over the whole thing, and now surprised by Hope's affection, at first, he's not sure how to react. But as her lips touch his, his tenseness seems to melt away.

His hands move to Hope's waist, holding her close before slowly sliding his arms around her. Returning the kiss, feelings for her surface, that maybe he didn't even realize he had. It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had embraced one another. Now... the nightmare was gradually fading.

Scott feels as though his whole world is tipped upside down and spun in the wrong direction. Finally, slowly, he pulls back just a little, his eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against Hope's. His arms are still around her and he sways just a little to soft overhead music he hadn't heard until now.

"I missed you too," he manages quietly.

Drawing back even a little more, he looks into her eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things. She really did want this? She really did feel this way about him? It wasn't just some surface emotional thing?

Swallowing hard, his heart is still racing. "Are you... free for supper?"

Helping

Smiling at Scott as they were alone Hope rocks back and forth on her feet once or twice.

"Hi!"

She felt like a little kid again witch was a strange feeling but she wouldn't trade it for anything. Stepping close to Scott Hope smiles and she runs her hand down the side of his face gently running her hand through her hair and cocks her head just a little.

"You've changed. Not a bad change its a good one, I can see it in your eyes. You look good Scott."

Searching his eyes Hope's hand finds the side of Scott's face again and than moved down to his neck and wraps her hand around his neck gently pulling him close to her.

"I missed you Scott more than u know."

Feeling his breath on her skin Hope cocks her head a little and leans gentily pressing her lips to Scott showing him how much she had missed him. The emotions, the feeling washing over her. It was a moment she didnt want to end to soon and it didnt matter where they were.

Gently kissing Jason back Katie lets the feelings wash over her until Jason finally pulls away. Taking his had as he helped her off the bike Katie watch the lights brighten up the sky.

There are some good memories here.

Getting ready to walk forward with Jason Katie stops and gives a small jump before turning and seeing Jason. For that split momet Katie forgets about her own troubles and is down in the mud with Jason.

"J, whats wrong?"

Resting her hand on Jason's shoulder Katie cant help but feed a little more on his emotions trying to help him feel better. But seeing him stand Katie stands with him.

"What happend? Do you need to go?"

Hi

Would you stop apologizing?

Jason leans in closer, pressing his lips to Katie's for just as moment before leaning back again.

It's not your fault... so stop saying you're sorry and stop thanking me. I'm here because I want to be, not because I have to be.

Sliding off the bike, Jason holds out his hand to Katie, offering to walk her further up on the ridge in the middle of the rumbling storm.

Before he can make a step forward though, his body fills with a shooting pain. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he'd just been struck by lightning. Without realizing it, he's dropped to one knee, a hand to his chest as he gasps for air.

As quickly as the pain came, it was gone, leaving him with a strange, almost-empty feeling, but one that also made his head throb and his stomach churn. What was happening?

Trying to shake it off, he gets to his feet again, letting the rain bring him back to his senses.


Still staring at the small group, Scott gropes for answers. "What... what's going on?"

"You're free to go, Mr. Johnson," Barkley informs.

Scott's eyes widen in shock. "But... what... how..." He looks to Carson. "Did you... find it?"

Carson nods slowly. "I did, Scott."

Scott waits, but still nothing. "I'm sorry... I don't understand."

Reese steps forward and places a hand on Scott's shoulder. Emotions had flood his eyes, showing just how proud he was of who Scott was. Under all the quietness, nerdiness and strange quirks, he was the one who shone. "You are a strong man, Scott. Carson found proof that you resisted the Agency's brainwashing."

"But-"

"You don't remember it, but they recorded your assimilation as a failure. We know you have the data though so... Carson put the puzzle pieces together."

Scott swallows hard, suddenly finding it difficult to control his own emotions. "You mean I... I didn't conform? I didn't give in?"

"No." Reese shakes his head. "You didn't. You did it for us... the Elite. You've done what no one else has... you beat the Agency at their own game. And now... not only are you officially back on the force but..." He pauses, glancing to Brown then back to Scott. "...but you're back on as lieutenant."

Scott's mouth opens in shock. He was being... promoted? All the way to lieutenant? He blinks, overcome by a million and one thoughts and emotions. He really wasn't a coward? He really hadn't caved? He'd beaten the Agency?

"I have another hearing in five minutes," Barkley announces. "I must go now. Gentlemen, I trust you can handle the rest of this yourselves." Shaking hands, the judge leaves.

"And I need to finish up some paperwork with you." Reese nods to Brown. "We might as well do it now that we're together."

"Sure. We can slip down to the office, no problem."

With those two gone as well, Gunner sets his hands on his hips, looking to Hope, Scott, then Carson. Rolling his eyes, he moves and takes Carson by the shoulder, pushing him towards the door. "We'll be outside," he mutters.

Scott can't help a light chuckle. He and Hope were alone in the room and he finally looks at her again, searching her eyes. There was so much he could say. He was so grateful... so shocked... so overcome... so confused... it was all so much to take in at once. But all he can muster is a small smile. "Hi."

Love

Getting onto the back of Jason's motorcycle Katie's heart pounds. Being close to Jason and riding the motorcycle was always fun and exciting for her. Putting her helmet on Katie wraps her arms around his wast before resting her head on his back.

As the start out Katie enjoys herself the cool breeze washing over them and the cool water splashs on her skin and soaking through her close felt nice after the last few hot days. Hearing the thunder crash in the sky Katie looks up a little.

I dont care what anyone says I like rain storms and they are better with you.

Continuing to ride with Jason squinting Katie could make out were they were and it had been so long since this place had been seen. Katie enjoys the time out. The fresh hair felt nice and though her head still pounded.

Coming to a stop and having her helmet removed Katie takes in a deep breath of the nice fresh air. Looking through the rain Katie gives a small smile at Jason as her eyes still hold the lost look though somewhere behind them someone who new Katie on a deeper level could see the twinkle that wanted to come out to let her emotions for Jason show.

Feeling Jason's warm skin on her face Katie leans her head into it a little the tingles washing over her. Opening her eyes to look at Jason Katie brings her hand to his running her fingers over his fingers.

I love you too Jason. I'm....I'm sorry I am so messed up right now. Thank you for sticking it out with me though. You mean alot to me and I hope one day to be myself again and spend the rest of my life with you.

Continuing to listen to Jason Hope nods her head here and there trying her best to understand what Carson was saying and to follow along alot of the things her didnt know about.

Hope can't help the small that makes its way to her face she she finally starts to understand what was going on and exacly what Scott did.

"Yes Carson is right. Someone could push something so far away and out of reach that they themselves wont even remember it. Than slowly over time, and an involvement shift he could of known now was the time for the information to come out and wala."

Drawing silent once more Hope can't hide the smile on her face as it just stays put there. Maybe even a tear or so slipped from her eyes.

As Scott enters the room again Hope beams. Giving a small nod of reassurance to Scott that everything was ok. She wanted to hug and talk to him, but she would have to wait till Scott himself new.

Underestimated

Jason is already on his way out of the office to go home and exchange his truck for his motorcycle.

Just bring your helmet.

It doesn't take him too long to get across town and back, headed towards Katie's. He knew Ryder and Thirteen hadn't been back since going to TJY this morning, so he hoped Katie was doing alright by herself. Why he'd suggested a motorcycle ride, he didn't know. Maybe he just wanted Katie to get out of the house for a while. Maybe he wanted to give her something else to think about and knew she enjoyed it. Maybe he was trying to find something that felt as though it had been lost.

Pulling up to the house, he waits for Katie just as the firs few drops of rain fall from the sky. Seeing her emerge, he shifts on the bike to make it easier to get on behind him.

Hey, Beautiful. Hop on.

Revving the engine, Jason backs out of the drive, then heads down the street, picking up speed. Thunder shook the road and lightning streaked across the sky in front of them.

We better slow down, we're conducting electricity, he teases.

He had no destination in mind. No route planned out. He just drove. It started to rain harder, but he didn't mind. He and Katie would be getting soaked, but he knew she wouldn't mind either. Heading out of town he hits a back highway, sending spray from the wheels as they sped across the wet pavement.

Driving for about half an hour, they finally slow down. Jason takes a narrower, winding path that leads up to a ridge they hadn't visited in a long time.

Pulling the bike to a stop, Jason shuts off the engine and takes off his helmet, allowing himself to be pelted by the driving rain. A boom of thunder rattles the surrounding trees, and another flash of lightning illuminates the sky. The last time they were here, it was like this. Jason had brought Katie here on the motorcycle just like today, though at that time, she hadn't been able to walk. He'd taken her in his arms and they had been enveloped by the storm, enjoying the moment, for everything it was.

Turning in his seat, Jason reaches out to pull off Katie's helmet, staring at her through the rain, watching as her hair became soaked and hung down around her face. His hand runs down along her cheek.

I love you, Katie. I don't know how it happened... or why... but it did. I hope nothing I do ever makes you think otherwise.


"What is this?" Judge Barkley demands upon Carson's entrance.

"We're sorry," the officers apologize. "He just wouldn't stop and-"

"Carson, what on earth are you doing?!" Reese exclaims. "You know better than to-"

"But I found it." Carson holds up the papers. "I found the truth." His eyes beg the judge to listen. "Please... I need to talk to you... and Reese... and Brown..." His gaze finds Hope. She should know too. "And Miss Garrison. Please."

The judge frowns. "This is highly irregular, sir. Who are you?"

"Carson Banks. I... I used to be an Elite agent. Please... you've got to listen to me before you made a judgment."

Barkley thinks for several minutes and finally sighs and nods. "Officers, remove Mr. Johnson until I call you to return."

Scott looks around wildly for a moment, having no idea what was going on. He didn't have a clue what Carson would have found, and he was scared of things he didn't know. Being prompted up, he stands with the officers to be escorted out. A worried look is thrown at Hope as he passes by. What was happening?

Once the five are alone, Carson moves to the table with his papers. "I've been trying to get answers about Scott's assimilation," he explains hurriedly. "It always bothered me that they left him for dead, if the program had been a success. It being a success is why we're here today because that would mean he was a threat." He takes a deep breath. "I hacked into the Agency system to find answers. This morning I found a file that listed the day-to-day occurrences..."

Carson goes on to try and explain what he had seen on the account of Scott's assimilation, and the records that had shown the progress and finally, his failure. "So..." He shakes his head, finishing up. "I think it's obvious that... we underestimated Scott."

Reese folds his arms, confused. He looks to Barkley and Brown who seem equally confused. "What do you mean?"

Carson swallows hard. "I mean, I think he's got a mental strength that would put most of us to shame."

Now Barkley leans forward with interest. "Go on, Mr Banks."

"Well, the Agency files say the assimilation didn't work. They couldn't retrieve the information and they recorded that the program had failed - that he hadn't retained any information at all, and he was useless."

Reese frowns. "But you proved he did have the data. We know he does have the information."

"Exactly."

Reese waits, trying to figure it out. "I don't follow."

"Don't you?" Carson shakes his head, the amazement starting to sink in. "He fooled them, Reese. He was never brainwashed. He went through that entire program, without conforming. He received all of that data and went through all of their brainwashing techniques and even pretended to conform. When all along, it was just an act."

"Well how-"

"See, when they got done with the assimilation, he had to have led them to believe that the program hadn't worked. He didn't want to work for them, but he'd received a ton of information that could help us here, and he wasn't willing to give it up. So he hung on to it and resisted their attempts to withdraw the data from him, leading them to believe that he hadn't retained a bit of it. Once they thought he was a complete failure, they threw him in the dungeon and the rest is history."

Reese tries to process what he was hearing. "How could someone have resisted all of that, then even pulled off an act on top of it?"

"Ask Scott."

Barkley cocks his head. "You really think that's what happened?"

"You got a better explanation?" Carson points to his papers. "And I'd bet you anything that when he supposedly caved, that he didn't even give them any useful information - they just thought that he was." He pauses with seriousness. "I have never seen anyone or heard of anyone surviving that program without having been totally brainwashed and conformed to the Agency. But I'm telling you... Scott did it."

Reese shakes his head slowly. "Unbelievable. How come he doesn't remember?"

"Don't know. I'm not a psychologist." Carson glances to Hope. "But if he had the mental capacity to take in all that data, store it and resist their torture while they were trying to extract it... my only guess would be that he buried everything so deeply so they couldn't get it, and that his mind just tried to erase all of it, while he was blocking out the torture at the same time. It was traumatic, no doubt and it's not a surprise he doesn't remember a lot of what happened to him. But I think it was probably his effort not to let the Agency know he had the data that pushed it over the edge. He blocked it out... until he saw Phinox. Something was triggered and then he was willing, so I could extract the data, proving he had it."

Carson nods as he talks, thrilled that they'd finally found the answer. It had to be it. "That's why it was so confusing... because the Agency wouldn't throw away someone who had been assimilated, and we knew the program had been successful. The key was, that they didn't know that. They thought the program failed. Only Scott knew it hadn't, but that knowledge was locked away until a month ago when I discovered it was there."

"So... you think he didn't give them any information about the Elite either?" Brown asks.

"If you had the gumption to undergo that program and withstand it, do you think you would have spilled surface information?"

"No."

"I don't think Scott did either. I think he either gave them true information that was worthless, or he lied." Carson looks up at Barkley, the hope back in his eyes. "He's innocent, Judge. The Agency didn't train him as an agent or give him any special instructions because they thought it was a failed program. He's not a threat."

The judge leans back in his chair, heaving a heavy sigh. He couldn't deny what was in front of him. It was incredible that anyone could accomplish what Carson was suggesting Scott did... but he was right - it was the only explanation. Scott had been through so much... he had suffered the unthinkable with the Agency. It was no wonder he didn't want to remember all of it now. Barkley pushes an intercom button. "Wilson? Bring Mr. Johnson back in, please."

While waiting, the judge nods with decision. "Scott will be free to go."

Reese sighs one of the biggest sighs of relief he ever has as a smile slowly spreads on his face. Carson slumps in his chair, totally exhausted.

When Scott is brought in, his head is hanging slightly and he stares around the room at all the eyes that were on him. Why were they showing so much emotion? Why did Reese look so sad... or proud... or something? And why weren't they saying anything? He swallows hard and finally just looks to Hope, wondering what on earth was going on.

Mixed Feelings

Sitting very quietly Hope listens to whats going on and what was said. She wished she could stand up for Scott and reveal her own findings but she know she can now. But it was hard to just sit by and watch.

Continuing to listen as it seemed they had come to a desition Hope can't help but feel her heart stink just a little as they talk away Scott not working at TJY anymore. She new it was what they thought was best but is hurt anyways know that was Scott's second home and how much he liked working there.

Starting to formulate her own plans in her head about helping Scott find another job Hope gives a jump as Carson comes bursting into the room. Almost stunned she looks from Carson to Scott, to the judge and than back to Carson again waiting.

Giving a small nod though Jason couldnt see her Katie looks out the window at the dark sky. The weather seem to match her mood but maybe getting out of the house would go her some good.

Grabbing a few things Katie slowly makes her way to the bathroom closing the door behind her and turning the water on. Looking into the mirror Katie turns her head to the side for a moment bringing her hands up to the scars on her face and neck. They had healed nicely but there was still a scar non the less. A memories of what had happend and to Katie they looked horrable.

Sucking in a deep breath Kaite closes her eyes for a moment trying to regain control. Feeling her emotions going up and down Katie talks to Jason again.

I'll be ready when you get here. Do you need me to bring anything?

Sitting alone in the bed with Clint Wendy didnt say much. She didnt know what to say everything she could think of didnt make up for the great deal of loss she felt, and knowing Clint felt it to was worse.

She wanted to hold her son, and be with him too but her mother had told her it was best that for now they were with each other more than anything right now. But nothing seemed right, and it didnt seem fair. Wendy just didnt know what to do.

Stop!

Yeah... we can grab a late lunch too.

Jason sits up and slowly stands, stretching. He was worn out. Keep moving... keep moving.

Be ready for me to pick you up and...

Thunder rumbles again.

Wear something you don't mind getting wet.


Carson shakes his head wearily at Misty. "No... but thanks. I'll just keep working."

Pulling her down, he finds her lips with his own to give her a kiss. "I'll see you in a little bit, okay?"

Waiting until Misty is gone, he looks at the clock. Scott's hearing was starting. Was he too late? He looks again the the computer and once again, his fingers press the keys automatically, his eyes not moving from the screen. He blinks. His eyes start to droop and he shakes his head to keep himself awake, taking another sip of coffee. Focusing on the screen again he sighs and tries one more time. He wasn't the computer expert, but he knew where the files was. If he could just get to it.

Suddenly a new file comes open. He straightens in his seat. Had he made it? He had. New energy surges through him as he clicks through the information as quickly as possible. He knew this was a risk, and if Reese knew, he'd have his hide. But it was for Scott... he'd promised.

Johnson30A_Results > Assimilation > Failure

Carson's eyes widen. Failure? But... He doesn't bother figure it out now. Moving quickly, he copies over the whole file and disconnects. Most likely someone from the Agency would realize someone had hacked them, but hopefully they wouldn't know who and wouldn't know what was taken. He'd performed the task as securely as possible.

Once settled with the new information, Carson begins to read. There was a log for each day of Scott's assimilation. At last. They would know what happened.
Week 1 - 30A tested for assimilation intelligence. Results = positive. 30A refuses to talk. Pressure techniques applied. 30A becomes agreeable.

So that was the torture he endured to start with. Apparently Scott had caved within the week.

Week 2 - Questioning continues. 30A provides information.

Carson quirks an eyebrow. Scott had given information? About TJY? He'd said he'd resisted, so... what had been leaked? He keeps reading.

Week 3 - Questioning ceased. Assimilation begins.

And there was when they started the brainwashing. At that point, they probably kept Scott in a cell but weren't abusive.

Week 4 - Testing continues. Data transfers nearing completion. 30A compliant and responding to techniques.

Carson nods as he reads. That would be when Scott received all of his information... all of the data that he now carried. Throughout the program, brainwashing would have continued.

Week 5 - Assimilation terminated. Results: failure.

There... now what happened that had terminated Scott's advancement?

Assimilation failure report: 30A unresponsive, following assimilation program. Reasoning: Unknown. Data could not be retrieved. Force applied.
30A violent. Mental state: unstable. Further testing results: multiple failures.
Final Assimilation Result: 30A retains no data. Reasoning: Unknown. Medical examination results: Pressure of assimilation too much to handle. 30A too weak for the program.
Program terminated. 30A held prisoner.

Carson sits back in his seat, still confused, and trying to live out the scene. Scott had caved. They had put him in the program. All had gone well until the end. They couldn't retrieve the information and concluded that he had not retained any of it, being too weak to handle it. Carson knew of past cases where victims had died from the strain. But Scott had survived... yet had retained nothing - according to the Agency.

Carson could then imagine what had happened next... after being a complete waste of time, no wonder Scott was beaten and tortured. They probably then continued to try and squeeze even more information about the Elite out of him, which would include all of the physical brutality and then ending with simply leaving him for dead after they concluded he was of no more use to them.

But... Scott insisted that he didn't give the Agency any information. And on top of that, he had retained the assimilation data. He had proven it himself, here. So what had happened? He went through the entire program without a hitch, but in the end, they couldn't get any information from him... it just didn't seem right...

Then it hits him. Carson's eyes widen. "No way."


“We’re here to decide the fate of Mr. Scott Johnson.” Judge Barkley leans forward, resting his elbows on the long, shiny table. “Mr. Johnson? Do you have anything to say before we proceed?”

Scott looks up, and shakes his head slowly. He catches Hope’s eye, the looks back to the judge. “No. I myself don’t know if I’m a threat or not so… if it’s decided that I am, then… then I guess I need to be placed somewhere that I can't jeopardize the Elite or anybody else by informing the Agency.”

Barkley purses his lips in thought. “You’re a strong man, Johnson.”

“No.” Scott shakes his head again, his voice quiet. “If I was… I don’t think I’d be here.”

There is quiet for a moment before Barkley gestures to Reese and Brown. “You may state your case.”

Brown takes the lead, having already discussed it with Reese in private. “Your honor, we believe that Scott is innocent of any intentional sabotage. We believe his motives coincide with the law enforcement of the Elite, not against it. Therefore, we do not wish that he be placed in forced confinement. If it is true that he was indeed involved with the assimilation program at the Agency, then any activity would not necessarily be of his will, and therefore, it is our opinion that he remains innocent, as such. We do not believe that the state of Nevada would want to convict an innocent man.”

Barkley nods. “Go on.”

“After careful consideration, the board to oversee the Elite, which includes myself, has decided that it would be best to remove Scott from the Elite.”

“You mean terminate his job.”

“Yes, your honor.”

Scott’s shoulders drop. He can’t look up at Hope. His hands in his lap, he swallows hard, fighting his emotions. TJY had been his life… and now… it was gone and he didn’t even really understand why.

Brown continues. “It is the board’s opinion that having Scott distanced from the Elite will save the department from any unintentional sabotage, also relieving Scott from that concern.”

“Do you have an argument?” Barkley asks Scott.

Scott simply shakes his head. No. If it was best for the Elite, then it had to be done. Gunner lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Then…” Barkley sighs deeply. “I hereby terminate Mr. Johnson’s rank and position in the Elite and-”

“Stop!” The door bursts open, startling everyone present. Carson is breathing heavily after battling past two police officers to get in and his clothes and hair are a bit messy. He glances to Hope, then to the judge. Several papers were clutched tightly in his hand. “Scott’s innocent.”


A call to Angel... the gathering of a few... someone takes Chase for a while... circumstances are a blur. Jim finds Clint... hearts break as rain pours down over the ranch. Nothing seems right. Nothing seems good. And by noon, Beck and Jim are looking over Chase for a while, leaving Clint and Wendy alone together to make it through the day.

Clint sits quietly in a chair beside the bed, bent forward, his elbows on his knees. His eyes remain dry, while his heart has never felt heavier. Whats worse is knowing the pain that Wendy is going through. And he doesn't even know how to comfort her. Little had been said between them today. He had held her... she had cried. He had tried to tell her it was going to be okay, but it was a feeble attempt to fix something that couldn't be fixed. He blamed himself. He didn't know how to cope. He was surrounded by family, friends, his wife, and yet a part of him felt alone.

Pain

"Is there anything I can help you look through or anything? Sometimes it takes a fresh pare of eyes to see something you might have missed."

Misty wanted to help where she could, even if she didn't know how. Scott was her friend too and she wanted to see her friend back at work as soon as possible.

Sitting up slowly in bed Katie's head throbbed slightly. Feeling the push of emotions twords her Katie knows who they are from a the corner of her mouth turn up in a very small slight smile.

A motorcycle ride, that might be fun and fill up some time in her day.

Yeah that might be fun. Maybe we can stop and have some lunch together too or something.

Seeing Scott enter from her seat Hope gives a smile and cant help the flash of surprise in her eyes as she see Scott. It had been such a long time since she had seen him and now, he looked much differnt from how she remembered. He looked good, just differnt.

The small smile returned to Hope's face the look now in Scott's eye was differnt. Past the small fear he had today she saw the change, and could see he had grown.

Giving a nod Hope raises her hand a little in a wave and mouths "Hi." No matter what she would be here for him. Not as a councilor, but a friend and maybe when this was all over even more.

Feeling the small baby lifted from her arms Wendy's grip tightens just a bit. She didnt want to let her daughter go, she didnt want to believe her baby girl was gone. But feeling Luke to continue to pull Wendy finally lets go as the tears move from her eyes more now. It hurt all over to know her little girl wouldnt grow up, and that her life had been short and was now done. It was a pain she wished she didnt have to face.

Knowing her stepfather was here and feeling his arms around her Wendy leans into him burrying her head into his chest as her heart slip in two. There was nothing she could do, there was nothing anyone could do. It was just a wound that would have to heal in time. And what a long painful road it would be.

Silent hello

"Mmm..." Carson reaches for the coffee, taking a big swig before shaking his head at Misty. "No... nothing... I keep going deeper and deeper and... nothing."

He groans and leans back in the chair, rubbing his hands over his face. "Reese would kill me if he know how many times I've risked my hacking being spotted."

Taking Misty's hand, he gives it a kiss, then rubs her arm lovingly. "I got a little while left... and maybe they won't convict Scott anyway." But he doubted it. With no evidence of innocence, Scott was still a threat.


Good morning.

Jason keeps his eyes closed, the lights this morning giving him a headache. He had felt an increase in the pull on his emotions and he knew Katie must be awake now.

A low rumble of thunder signals the rain that is on its way.

Wanna go for a motorcycle ride?


Reese walks down the long corridor, searching for the right meeting room. Finally finding it, he stops, just in time to see Hope arrive as well. He waits, and escorts her inside, neither saying much. The judge is waiting and so is Brown. The room is comfortable with a large table and about a dozen chairs. Though Judge Barkley seemed a bit serious, he was also friendly, helping calm the atmosphere somewhat. When questioned where Scott was, Reese assures them that he will be there soon... Gunner would be bringing him. And so, they wait.


Scott splashes cold water on his face and lets it drip down into the sink before reaching for a towel. Part of him dreaded today, while another part of him was glad it was finally here.

Drying his face, he stands straighter to look at himself in the mirror. He'd often wondered lately who that man was... where he was headed... where he was running to. Giving a little sigh, Scott brushes his teeth after having showered and shaved, wanting to look the best he could for the hearing. He'd been told it would be fairly informal, not taking place in a courtroom. He was glad for that - maybe it wouldn't be as intimidating as he'd thought it would be.

Finished cleaning up and finally dressed, it's back to the mirror. He takes his one contact and puts it in, covering up his blind eye. Blinking as it goes in a little crooked, he cringes until it's right. Looking at himself again, it appears he was normal. No one would know any difference unless they looked really close. That was the whole point. But...

"Scott? Fifteen minutes."

He looks to the door where Gunner's voice could be heard. "Yeah..." He looks back to the mirror. He'd fought to be normal for such a long time, but had never seemed to have accomplished it. But was that really the point? Or was it that he was supposed to accept himself for who he was, rather than trying to conform to other people's molds? It felt like a heavy revelation to gain while standing in front of a bathroom mirror, but it was there nonetheless. No one could ever plan the timing of these things.

Slowly, Scott reaches up and removes his contact to expose the lifeless gray eye. It made him stick out. It made him different, maybe even strange. But it was a battle scar from a fight he had survived. It was a reminder that he had fought and won. It was... him.

Staring at himself a few moments longer, his hand aims for his glasses then stop and go for his other contact case instead. Putting one in his good eye, he blinks while it adjusts and everything becomes a little bit clearer. He puts his glasses in a case and puts them in the cupboard. Back to the sink, this time a pair of scissors is in hand. His hair was already wet and he knew what he was doing. Snip. Short locks of hair fall into the sink, shaping into the look that wasn't for anybody else... this time, it was for him.

Finished within minutes, he cleans up, then runs his fingers through his hair, not bothering to comb it straight. It was shorter on the sides and trimmed on the top and back... it would do.

Exiting the bathroom, his navy collared shirt has two buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tucking it into his jeans showed how thin he was, but he didn't care. He was through covering up. He puts on a belt while he walks into the living room to find Gunner. "Ready?"

"Yep." Gunner stands from the couch and heads to the door, letting Scott go out first. His sidearm was in place and he locks up the house before ambling to the car.

The ride to the courthouse is quiet, each man in his own thoughts. Scott wondered where he would be just hours from now, while Gunner wanted to reassure his friend but didn't know how.

Pulling up to their destination, a two-word prayer is all Scott can manage to think of. God... help.

Gunner is the first to get out of the car and he waits for Scott, knowing he was meant to be the escort, whether he liked it or not. Once inside, they're met by another officer who has the orders to see them to the room. Scott was no threat, but procedure was procedure.

Finally entering the room, all eyes look up. Scott can feel heat in his face, being the center of attention. His eyes go from Brown to Reese to Barkley to... Surprise flashes in his eyes as they rest on Hope. Something inside him immediately calms, while another part of him sends a chill down his spine. He wants to go talk to her, to greet her, to maybe even hug her... but he knew that nothing would be acceptable in this setting, other than to simply take his seat. So instead, he settles for mouthing, 'Hi.'

Sitting down in an empty chair, Scott's eyes fall to the floor. Gunner takes his seat on one side, the officer on the other.


Luke makes his way across the short distance between the house and the cozy medical building. It was early morning and a light fog covered the ranch. He normally wasn't up at this time... usually he could barely get out of bed before ten o'clock. But today he'd woken with enough energy to beat Angel out of bed and make coffee for her for once. With the help of his braces, he'd opted for a short walk, if he could make it, and had decided to check on Wendy, leaving Angel to some much-needed sleep.

He knew that Clint had finally been convinced to sleep a few hours in his own bunk as well, in order to get a little bit of good sleep. So entering the next building, he knows it will be quiet. But a new sound catches him by surprise. Stopping, he cocks his head. Was that... Wendy... crying?

Luke's heart leaps into his throat. No, it couldn't be... not yet....

Walking slowly, cautiously to the door, he knocks lightly with his knuckle before pushing the door open just a little. Then seeing his stepdaughter with her baby, his heart felt as though it were being torn in two. He knew.

Part of him wanted to turn right around and call Angel. But something made him stay this time, just for a few minutes before alerting anyone else. He didn't know why... but slowly his legs carry him over to the bed where he sits down on the edge.

Not knowing what else to do for the grieving mother, he gradually, gently reaches over to take Cecilia from her arms, placing her into the small cradle that had been her bed for only a few days. Then turning again, he wraps his arms around Wendy just to hold her as a tear of his own runs down his cheek. "Shhhh..."

Sad time come

Sitting at her desk Hope taps her pencil on the stack of papers on her desk. It was thirty minutes till Scott's hearing and Hope couldn't help but feel nervous herself. She didnt know what was going to happen but she could only hope Carson had found something.

Standing Hope gathers her things together and straightens her black shirt that she wore today with her white shirt. Taking her jacket she slids it over her shoulders and head out. She would get to the court house with a few moment to spare.

Coming up behind Carson Misty new he was busy at work trying to still help Scott. She couldn't be angry with him about that.

Setting the coffee down on the table Misty gives Carson a smile as she lays a hand on his shoulder.

"Find anything yet?"

The soft sounds of sobs can be heard from behind the door to the room where Wendy and the baby's were. The rest of the building being quiet as others were a sleep. Only Wendy was awake as she held Cecilia in her arms. The small baby was quiet, silent.

Laying quietly in bed Katie looked blankly at the wall. She could feel Jason's emotions again and they felt good, they comforted her and made her feel safe. But still everything swirled in her head and balance, and inner peace seemed so far out of reach.

Continuing to lay there Katie continplates what she would do today. Stay in bed? Go for a walk? She was told to relax but working was what took up most of her time and anything outside of that she didnt know what to do anymore. It seemed the time where she new how to fill the empty time was long gone, and that time would never come back. The simplicity of a child was gone, the joy was drained...and now..what was left?

Night, Morning

Reese gives a knowing nod to Hope. He knew that even though she herself would be tried for her relationship with Scott, he was important enough for her to risk further persecution. "It'll be at the courthouse in meeting room five. The judge will be present, along with Chief Brown, myself, and I don't know who else. Scott will be present and... it's at one o'clock."


Gage has to think about Sapphire's offer, but finally nods. "Okay. I... I like to read. They didn't like me reading books, but... I always sneaked some into my room anyway."


Jason gives Katie a little squeeze of encouragement. "Just take it easy for a while, alright? Take a couple days off work... give yourself a break. I think you need it."

Ryder nods as he finishes cleaning up the mess and pours Katie's water for her, handing her a plastic glass. "You probably won't want pizza but... if you want me to fix you anything milder for your stomach, just say so."

Both men hated seeing Katie suffer, and both knew that the kind of wound she had would take some time to heal. But both had faith that she was strong enough to overcome this hurdle, if allowed the time.


The night - regarded by some as a blanket of dark comfort... regarded by others as a frightening abyss of blackness. But it must come, as the sun sets below the horizon.

On one side of town, Ryder lies awake in bed, his body tired, but his ears tuned in to any slightest sound. Jason had left after supper, and since, Ryder had been aware that he might be needed, should Katie have trouble. Jason could feel her again, but Ryder was closer. His eyes stare up into the darkness. The evening had been a quiet one. After Katie had gone to bed, Ryder had stayed up with Thirteen to watch a fun movie before calling it a night. Now he was counting down the minutes until morning.

At a different street, Jason falls exhausted into his pillow. He was still withholding his negative feelings and it was wearing on him, after the trauma his body had already been through. But he was more worried about Katie than himself. The only reason he had left her tonight was knowing that Ryder was close by to help if needed. Tomorrow... tomorrow would be better. He tried not to think about the disappointments of the day. Tomorrow would be one step closer to a solution... one step closer to something new.

In the small room, Gage tosses and turns. Today had been full for him. With Hope. With Sapphire. Hope's evaluation had made him question himself... where he fit... where he was going. Time with Sapphire had continued to show him that there was more to life than he'd ever been allowed to see. He'd enjoyed eating out and trying Chinese food for the first time. He'd found that he couldn't take anything too spicy, but the flavors... oh the flavors were wonderful. And Sapphire was being so kind. He didn't know why, but he tried not to take it for granted. This night though... it was long. He'd never longed for freedom before... but the more he tasted, the more he wanted.

In another dwelling by dim light, a figure sits sharpening his knife. The sound of slide, slide, slide, pause, slide is the only sound that breaks the silence. Thoughts are far away. Hope is dwindling. And in the same house just down the hall, Scott listens to Gunner out in the living room. It didn't bother him - he was used to it by now. Tomorrow was what was bothering him. Carson hadn't called. Nothing had been found. He was as good as convicted.

Not far away, one pours over their computer, desperately searching. He needed more time. It wasn't fair. Carson had canceled his date with Misty to be here, and he kept running into dead end after dead end. He had until one o'clock tomorrow to find what he needed... and he wasn't going home and he wasn't opening up Mom and Pop's until he found it.

And while everyone is in different places in different circumstances with different thoughts, one common thread remains... the morning. And the sun does come, as sure as the dew on the grass. Slowly, slowly, spreading its light over the clouds in a brilliant display. But it was a light show not seen by many. For a thick cover of clouds had overtaken the land, thunder rumbling in the distance.


Reese looks at the clock. Time was ticking by slowly this morning. For Carson, who had been here all night, it was good. For him, he just wanted one o'clock to come and go so he would know the fate of his agent.


Scott paces back and forth in the living room, unsettled. Gunner trying to ignore him as he reads the newspaper.


Carson types away, his eyes red and tired. He'd seen Misty come in, moments before, but hadn't risen from his seat. He had to find it.... he had to.


Jason sinks down into his chair, exhausted. He hadn't yet said anything to Katie... he wanted to let her sleep as long as possible.