Accusation

Jason shakes his head at Misty's questioning. "I don't know. He said that Car..." He hesitates, but knows that whether Misty still had bad feelings or not, he couldn't keep walking on eggshells. He keeps on walking, skimming over it. "...Carson found him out back of the Pizza Box. That's all I know."

Thinking about that, Jason's mind fills with reasons why any of this would have happened. One theory sticks out as the prominent one, and it makes his blood boil. But for Misty's sake, he keeps quiet about it...for now.


Kyle turns his head, and seeing Nate, he smiles a little. Glancing at Carson, he's a little more leery, but doesn't react. He lifts his left hand to give a tired wave. He was still a little foggy on all that had happened, but by now his mind was clearing things up enough that at least he now knew a little bit about what had gone on, and was realizing that it was by now, late evening.

He looks to Nate, then to Carson, then back to Nate with question in his eyes.

Carson recognizes the look and glances down for a minute, hesitant to approach the bed, but seeing that Kyle doesn't have any fear on his face, he goes ahead. "Glad you're alright, mate. You're lucky your attackers weren't too careful about making noise. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you."

Kyle quirks an eyebrow. Carson had been the one to find him? That was interesting. He looks up into Carson's eyes, studying them for a moment. He still remembered the day at Mom and Pop's. He still remembered the rough people that had been there. He still remembered Carson's threats. But tonight...there was more confusion and sorrow in those eyes than malice. And if Carson really had found him and gotten help, then Kyle owed him a thanks, no matter his personal feelings.

Knowing it was right, Kyle raises his left hand as a gesture of truce.

Carson can't help his surprise. He could still feel Kyle's foot smacking his face, and now wondered if this were a true act or if it was just to make it look good. Carson didn't know Kyle very well at all - only through Jason. But he'd never heard "dishonest" and "Kyle" in the same sentence before.

Though hesitant, he closes the gap, reaching down to shake Kyle's hand.

Kyle gives a little nod and releases his grip.

Carson hooks his thumbs in his pockets and sighs. He'd heard about Kyle losing his voice, and now this. "So what's up? Any idea why the Agency would be after you?"

Kyle swallows hard, his thoughts a bit garbled. He knew a few things about the Agency - stuff that Jason and Katie had told him. But what would they want with him? Was Carson right that it was the Agency? It appeared that way. He opens his mouth to try and respond, but suddenly a nurse comes in, interrupting them.

Kyle's eyes widen. It was the nurse from the third floor from the nurse's station.

The nurse sidles in past Nate and Carson and stands at the foot of Kyle's bed, setting her hands on her hips. "I thought I was done seeing you."

Kyle can't help his quirky grin, and he shrugs, throwing her a wink.

The nurse just shakes her head, unable to stop a chuckle. "Doc said you can't talk too well, so you just stay there and let me check you over." She goes about her tasks, trying to make Kyle as comfortable as possible.

At one point, Kyle stops her, forcing himself to speak in a raspy whisper. "So what's the verdict?"

"Honey, you'll be just fine." The nurse pats is shoulder. "You got a nice bump to your head and a few battle scars on your face, but nothing that won't heal proper as long as you behave yourself."

Kyle glances down to his right hand.

The nurse gives him an encouraging smile. "Don't worry. Your hand has been broken. Looks like someone dropped a cinderblock on it and several bones were broken, along with two fingers. But the doctor went in and put everything back where it belongs, so all it needs is a little time to heal. We'll just keep you here overnight to make sure everything is okay."

Kyle can feel his heart sink as low as it can go. This nurse had no idea what he did, and how important his hand was. Sure, it would heal...but broken bones didn't just heal overnight. He forces a weak smile to the surface and mouths a silent, "Thank you."

She keeps her smile. "You just rest now. I want to see you bouncing down these halls again before you leave."

After she's left the room, Kyle turns his attention back to Nate and Carson. He'd lost his voice. He'd lost his hand. Both may or may not have been permanent. Considering who he was, considering what had happened, the answer to Carson's question is as clear as day in his mind. Maybe not to the others...but only because they didn't know quiet everything. Though he wasn't going to tell them. Not now. No one else need feel any more pain or guilt. Especially Misty. "No," he manages. "They're just thugs."

Carson shakes his head. "They're more than that, Kyle. There's always a reason. Have you run into them before?"

Kyle shakes his head too. He hadn't.

Carson looks to Nate. It felt like another dead end. But if this didn't stop, Kyle could wind up more than just roughed up.


Jason heads with Misty down the hall after having asked where Kyle was, and getting his room number. The male nurse had also informed them of Kyle's condition. Jason had immediately realized what this meant, but tried to be positive about it.

As he walks with one crutch, his anger grows for this situation. His hurt for Kyle heightens. His irritation for whoever had done this increases. His emotions rising, he doesn't stop them, but uses them instead to form a more important thought that is propelled into the open and cast into oblivion. It's Kyle. Hurt but okay. Hospital. Call me.

Reaching Kyle's room, he enters, letting Misty in with him. Seeing Carson with Nate, he stops in his tracks. Nate had said Carson had found Kyle, but Jason hadn't expected him here. Not after the confrontation between him and Kyle before. The thought that had come to mind earlier came again, and his fists tighten. "What are you doing here?"

Carson whirls around, and stops dead. He doesn't like Jason's tone. But even stronger was the unidentifiable feeling that hits him as his eyes move from Jason to Misty. He hadn't seen her since the day at the restaurant and that had been less than good. But he isn't given a chance to say anything. Jason's on top of him again.

"What do you know about this, Carson? Did you just find Kyle, or did you tell them where he was? Maybe help them out on the beating?"

Carson's eyes widen, then narrow as he receives the accusation. He looks to Nate, his stare implying how unhappy he was with this before shifts his gaze again. "Watch what you say, Jason," he hisses. "I might take it the wrong way."

"Good. At least the truth might come out."

Kyle looks to Jason to Carson, to Nate, to Misty, to Carson, then to Misty again. He lifts his hand, not wanting to see this argument, but the two men pay no attention to him.

Carson glares at Jason. "What is it about me that you hate so much, huh?"

"Everything?"

"Jason..." Kyle's voice is too hoarse and quiet for them to hear, even though he tries. "Stop..." No good, the argument continues, and his frustration grows.

Carson takes a step closer to Jason, looking up at him. "So what are you going to do? Interrogate me? Arrest me? Put me in that holding cell you're so fond of?"

"If I had any sense at all, I ought to..." Jason's words are cut off as he's suddenly hit in the shoulder with a flying tv remote. "What the..." Glaring, he shoots his gaze in Kyle's direction. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Kyle is propped on his elbow, looking at him sternly after having thrown the remote. He shakes his head slowly, displeased with Jason's accusations against Carson. He didn't like Carson all that much either, but he'd seen the faces of his attackers and Carson hadn't been one of them. As for the remote, it was rare for him to show irritation like that...but he'd had his fill, he was hurting, he was upset, and he was tired of this stress. "You're wrong, Jase," he whispers. "Cut it out."

Jason grits his teeth and shoulders past Carson, respecting Kyle's wishes. He stands to the side, leaning up against the wall out of the way.

Carson watches him go and takes a deep breath. Daring a glance to Misty, then to Nate, he shrugs. "I guess that's my cue to leave." He wants to say more...so much more. He wants to defend himself, he wants to straighten this out with Jason, and he'd like to talk to Misty. But apparently he wasn't welcome, and therefore this was not the time or place. "I'll walk back to Mom and Pop's now."

Is he ok

*Shutting her phone Misty's heart races and her blood pumps. Misty felt angry she hated what was happing with Kyle. But right now her worry out weaghed that. Getting into her car Misty's tired squeel as she leaves the parking lot and races across town.

Minutes seem like hours and Misty can't get there fast enough. Millions of things run through her mind making it race faster and faster by the minute. Finally seeing the building come into view Misty is glad she is there. Pulling into the driveway she see Jason's truck pull in at the same time and is happy someone is there to go in with her.

Getting out of the car she gives a little wave to Jason and than heads inside with him.*

"Do we know anything alse about what is going on with Kyle? or did Nate just say he was rough up?"

*Nate makes his way down the long hall Carson close behind. They didn't know what to exspect. The Dr. had said Kyle was ok, but he was hesitint about one thing. What it was they dident know.
Finally getting to Kyle's room Nate enters. Walking slowly over to see him. Kyle looked a mess but I guess that was to be exspected.

Drawing closer to the bed Nate offers Kyle the best smile he can.*

"Hey, you need to stop getting yourself in trouble you knon that. Jason, Misty, and Rick should be on there we to see you, So you can see some friendly faces ok?!"

*Nate waits to bombard Kyle with questions, he just woke up he dident want to hound the poor guy right away.*

Groggy

Jason is immediately on alert as he receives Nate's call. Pushing aside personal feelings for a moment, he shifts into work mode. "I'm on it." Hanging up, he swings his legs down off his couch and dials several other people. Phil. Rick. Misty.

"Misty, it's Jase. Nate just called. Kyle's been roughed up and he's at the hospital. I'm on my way there with a few others."


Carson hesitates at Nate's beckoning to go with him. Weighing his options, he finally gives in. He wasn't used to interaction with this group anymore, but he did know who had done this to Kyle, and if he could help, at least it gave him something to do other than get into trouble. "Alright." He follows Nate out to his car and slips into the passenger side.


Kyle fights off the hands of a nurse, in pain and confused. Where was he, and what was going on? He opens his mouth, but no sound wants to come out, and the effort hurts. It brought back the reminder that he shouldn't be trying that.

He felt himself being moved somewhere...wheeled into a room. A shot to his arm makes him wince. But almost immediately, the throbbing subsides to a dull ache...a numbness. A stranger starts cleaning up his head, and something finally gets through to his mind that he was getting help.


Carson and Nate get to the hospital within minutes and quickly inquire about Kyle. There's a bit of confusion, but finally a doctor comes who seems to know what's going on. "The patient is doing fine, and he'll be in a room shortly so you can see him."

Carson breathes a sigh of relief. "How bad was it?"

"He got a nice bump to the back of his head, but a slight concussion was all he suffered there. Cuts and bruises on his face are nothing to worry about. The only concern I have is his...."

"Dr. Teller, please see Room three thirty. Dr. Teller..."

The doctor hears his name and gets cut off. "I'm sorry, excuse me."

"But..." Carson rolls his eyes and looks with annoyance to Nate. "Well, that was a lot of help. Let's go see if we can find him."


The light is soft and dim and Kyle tries to make sense of his new surroundings. His throat hurt. His head hurt. His face hurt. His right hand hurt. His stomach hurt. A picture flashes in his mind and he begins to piece together what had happened. But how did he get here? And what about...Misty... He groans inwardly. His date...now what. He didn't even know what time it was.

Waiting

*Opening the door and seeing Carson standing on his pourch was a saprise to Nate. He wasent exspecting him to show up anytime soon, but taking one glance at Carson's eyes tells Nate all he needs to know. Something was wrong and Carson needed help.

Hearing about Kyle, Nate jaw almost hits the ground. Not again.*

"Come on in Carson. I need to make some phone calls."

*Dialing Jason first Nate gets a hold of him filling him in on what was going on.*

"Jason its Nate. I just was informed by Carson that Kyle got rough up behind the pizza box tonight and he found him...He's on the way to the hospetil now. I am gonna head over that way. Inform Reese, and Rick too. He might wanna get a hold of Misty since she was looking after Kyle with him. Ok, I'll see you at the hospetil."

*Shutting his phone Nate put it in his pocket and grabs his jacket.*

"You gonna come with me? Might need to find out what you saw to help out."

*Nate heads out the door and starts twords his car.*

*Misty absintmindedly taps the table as she waits. Looking down at her watch she notices 25 minutes have gone by already. Her starts to worry alittle bit but tryed to let it not bother her. Kyle was probley just running later than he though he would be. Misty continues to wait.*

*As Jess sits at the bar someone sits down next to her. Not evening having to look over she could tell who it was.*

"What do you want Pete?"

*Peter's lips curl up in a grin. His eyes having a glass tone to them.*

"I wan't my girl back thats what I want."

*Jess lets out a sigh and shakes her head trying to keep her voice even.*

"I'm not your girl again and I never will be again. I'm done with you and that life."

*Peter cant help but scoff.*

"Yeah it looks like your doing a real good job and all."

*Reacing out Peter lays a hand on Jess arm as he leans twords her.*

"You know you miss me babe. How could you not!"

*Finally turning her head to look down at Peter's hand she takes her free on and brushs it off her arm.*

"Easy, I dont. Now leave me alone Peter."

*Jess takes another sip of her beer and than finish it off as she heads for the door. Peter stands and glairs as she walks away his face a crimson red.*

"No one walks away from me. You know that. You'll be sorry Jessica Fish and you know it. YOU KNOW YOU MISS ME! YOU MISS US!"

*Jess continues her rout to the door. The truth was, she did in a way miss Peter. She missed the closesness of caring for someone even if it was false on his end. He had his moments when he was sweet to but that only happend when he got what he wanted.

Jess was confused, caught. She believed the only kind of person she deserved was a person like Peter yet, she just dident want that anymore.

Getting into her car Jess makes her way twords home.*

Nighttime visitor

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Look, I just found him here, alright?" Carson grits his teeth against the EMT's questioning. "Just take care of him."

Kyle opens his eyes, but it hurts. It's dark...there's noise...flashing lights. What on earth... He tries to move, but it pushed back down.

"Just lie still. You're going to be alright."

Alright? He wasn't fine? Where was he? Whose were these strange voices?

Carson watches, helpless as Kyle is taken on a stretcher into the ambulance. The red and blue lights flash and the siren wails, warning other drivers to get out of the way. And Carson suddenly finds himself alone again. He had to let someone know about this...but he didn't even have a phone.

Thinking quickly, Carson aims in a new direction and takes off in a sprint...

...The house lights were on. That was good. Carson's lungs felt as if they were going to explode after the run he'd taken. The distance wouldn't have bothered him a while back, but now it just sent him into a coughing fit, forcing him to slow to a walk before he gets to the door. Finally there, he rings the doorbell and waits for Nate to come.

Looking at him, he's silent for just a moment, knowing that his being here was a surprise, and unsure if he was even welcome. But Nate was the only one he trusted not to throw him out before he'd said his piece.

"Nate...I didn't know who else to tell. Kyle Mitts...he just got roughed up by some Agency goons and was taken to the hospital."


Kyle's cell phone beeps, but there is no one in the dark alley to receive the message.

Group

*Misty pulls into the parking lot of the ice cream shop as a beep on her cell phone sounds. Listing to the rest of the song Kyle's voice fades signaling the song was over. Shutting the car off Misty opens the door and sets out flipping her phone open. Seeing Kyle's message Misty shakes her head with a smile. Entering a text back.*

Well hurry up slacker, I dont have all night. See ya there. (:-*)

*Putting her phone back into her pocket Misty heads over to a table to sit and wait for Kyle just enjoying the crisp evening air while she waiting for Kyle.*

*Katie sits in her cubicle thumbing through some papers as she runs a hand through her hair. The last few days had seemed to drag on forever and now Reese had her on another case that had no leads. She felt like she was running in circles with no way to tell if it was the right way.

Taking a swig of some moutain dew Katie glances over some more pictures studying each one closely. For a lead, for a hint. For anything.*

*Aerith enters her apartment her mail in one hand and some food from Mom and Pop's in the other. It had been a long busy day and she was bushed.

Throwing the single peace of mail down on the kitchen table Aerith figures she can read it later. She was way to tired to try and read it now. Not to mention it looked thick and might take a while. Putting her food into the fridge Aerith turns a few more lights on so she can clean up and dress for bed.

With in minutes of her head hitting the pillow Aeirth is out like a light.*

*As Jess sits at the lonly bar she orders up another beer. Her goal tonight was not to get drunk but to take the dull pain of life away. Jess was trying to figure out where she belonged in life now, and was trying to earn her own decent living but it seemed no matter what was she turned something alse happend.

Tonight the mainevent was the small group behind her, the people she once was the leader of and called friends. Sean, Peter and Velvet, were drunker than skunks and were making jabs at Jess any chanse they could get. Once the leader now the outcase Jess dident have any other friends. Without cards Jess dident know what to do in her life or how to act. As Peter had told her many time there never would be anything outside of this for her. Was he right? Did she really hold a change in this world?

Taking another sip of her beer Jess trys to drownd out the noises and jearing around her. Trying to just get lost in her self.*

Text message

Kyle shakes his head just slightly at Misty's comments. She really was making him feel good, but at the same time, at this point, he wasn't ready to change his mind about his secret. Not until he was confident of the outcome.

Being pushed on the shoulder, he can't help his laugh, and grabs Misty in a side headlock to drag her to the restaurant door, messing up her hair with his free hand. Standing back and grinning at his handywork, he opens the door for her and bows, letting her enter first.

Lunch is quiet but fun, Kyle keeping up his antics through the noon meal, despite his lack of speech. By the time he's able to be taken home, he's worn out, but happy, letting Misty know he'd be around and they'd do something again real soon.

Watching her drive away from his apartment, he cocks his head, seeing car disappear. But before he has much time to think, Phil has come out to greet him.


Several days later...


"No, we haven't found any leads. Nothing else has happened at their apartment though, so I think we're safe." Jason leans on his crutches in Reese's office, discussing the attack on the Mitts.

"And Carson?"

"Clean as far as we know." Jason rolls his eyes. "In this sense. Otherwise I don't know."

Reese quirks an eyebrow. "You want to elaborate on that?"

"Not really." Jason gives a little smirk. "Personal opinion I guess."

"As in...?"

Jason shrugs. "He looked like crap the last time I saw him. He's been running around with who knows what women, Nate picked him up in Vegas for some strange unknown reasons, he's been spotted drunk numerous times around town, he totaled his car in an accident that was his fault, though they say alcohol wasn't involved in that one. He has to pay out of his pocket for the other guy's injuries though, so he's low enough on money he doesn't even have his own place anymore. He's gained weight, looks like a bum and acts like one too." He cocks his head. "Honest enough for you?"

Reese rolls his eyes. "Quite. I thought he was staying at the restaurant."

"Yeah, I guess so. That's what Wyatt said anyway. Herb and Mabel are being awfully nice to him - the idiot doesn't deserve it."

"Does anybody?" Reese was just as ticked off about Carson as anyone, though he knew he'd been a good man once, and in a way, was glad to see someone having compassion on Carson.

Jason sighs. "Point taken. Anything else?"

"Nope. That's it." Reese waves to the door. "See you later. Have a good night."


Carson wipes off the counter at Mom and Pop's as the lights are shut off one by one. Giving a weary sigh from the busy day, he says goodnight to the others before heading back to the little room. It had been less than a week since he'd started sleeping here, but he was getting used to it slowly. Tonight he was tired, but more bored than anything.

Flipping on the little tv in the corner, he finds nothing good on. His nerves shot from the day, he grabs another stick of gum, trying to curb his cravings once more. With as many times as he'd quit smoking, he'd think that it would be easier... but it was always the same.

An hour later, Carson gives up on trying to rest. Slipping on his tennis shoes and grabbing his jacket, he heads out for an evening walk. He couldn't get into much trouble...Herb still had his wallet. Tonight it would just be a walk and only a walk.


"Kyle, I'll get the front door, you get the back."

Kyle looks up from where he was mopping, and waves to Sue to let her know he got it. She and the others had been getting the hang of looking at him for responses the last couple days since he'd started work again, under orders not to talk.

Giving the floor once last swipe, he looks at it with satisfaction and goes to put everything away. By the time he's got the lights shut off, everything in it's place, and has changed out of his work clothes, it's later than he had anticipated. Glancing at his watch, he notes that he's going to be late. He'd been in touch with Misty earlier, setting up a time to meet her at the ice cream place tonight after work, but she'd be getting there before him now.

Going for his cell phone, he's quick to send her a text message. Work sucks. Late. Give me twenty minutes. See ya there.

Grabbing the keys off the counter, he heads through the kitchen to the back, making sure everything was closed up for the night. Stepping out into the back alley, he shuts the door securely behind himself.

The last thing he remembered was turning the key.


Carson takes a deep breath of the evening air, looking up at the sky and for a moment, wishing he could see the sunset. But he was across town, where there were too many buildings. He'd been walking for quiet a while, but still had no desire to turn back yet. He felt almost as if this were a parallel to his life...walking without really getting anywhere, and with no destination in mind. Breathing a little heavily, he chides himself - he was so out of shape, it wasn't even funny.

As he's rounding another block, suddenly he hears the squealing of car tires as an engine is revved. Looking quickly, Carson can see a back car skidding to a stop just long enough for two guys to get in before it takes off, speeding down the road. A red flag shoots up in the back of Carson's mind. Those guys had looked familiar. Too familiar. What were they doing around here though? And why had they come from behind a restaurant that was closed for the night?

To satisfy his curiosity and the slight concern starting to rise, Carson picks up his pace a little and after looking to make sure no one else was around, he slips around the Pizza Box. His steps crunch on bits and pieces of gravel and dirt on the hard ground. Turning in to the back alley, he suddenly stops. A figure was lying in a heap near the back door. What on earth...

Adrenaline races through his veins as he sprints into a jog, sliding to a halt near the victim and kneeling down next to him. Carefully rolling him over, Carson's heart catches in his throat. Before he can blink, he's already got his cell phone out and is dialing 911.

Fighter, Winner, Spark

*As Kyle puts her hand back on the stearing wheel Misty throws him a grin.*

"I can drive with one hand you know...I also can..."

*Misty takes her hands off the week for a second.*

"...drive with no hands."

*Placing her hands back on the wheel before Kyle has a heart attack Misty cant help but laugh again as they drive on.

Finally reaching the destination Misty shuts the car off turning to get out but stops as Kyle hands her the paper. As Misty reads over the words written a new understanding washes over her. What a heavy weaght to carry, and all for the sake of not taking the attachen away from his friend.*

"Kyle, I...you should...shair the spot light with Jason or something. I mean Kyle....I understand why you keep you silence about it, it's just a shame to see your talent go to wast."

*Misty is silent for a moment and than smiles showing a bit of her own humor.*

"Well anyways, I know you voice is gonna heal just fine because your a fighter, your a winner, and you got the spark to pull through. And when you can sing again, you better give me my own privet consert."

*Misty opens her door and steps out of the car waiting for Kyle to join her. Giving him a small push to the shoulder with her own Misty smiles.*

"I'd love a copy by the way, and I promise I wont tell it."

Trust

Kyle watches Misty’s reaction to the music, surprised sometimes, others pleased. As she pays him the compliment when all songs are done, he smiles, though his gaze drops with a bit of embarrassment. There was some pride there too, but it did feel kind of different to actually have played this for someone. He’d resisted for so long…it felt good to share it with Misty, especially since she enjoyed it so much.

Feeling her hand on his arm, he looks at it quickly, surprised. A grin spreads though, and he takes her hand to give it a little squeeze. His humor still in tact, he gives her a teasing look, and reaches over to place her hand back on the steering wheel before straightening in his seat as if bracing for a collision.

Throwing her a sidelong glance, Kyle laughs and shakes his head. He really did trust her driving.

As they draw nearer to town, Kyle sighs deeply. He could have been telling her so much by now if only he’d been able to talk. Leaning down he grabs his backpack and pulls out his notepad and fishes around for a pen. It was worth the effort to write…signing or gesturing would take too long and this was too complicated anyway.

He scribbles away at a fast pace as they come into town and by the time they reach the little diner for lunch, he’s filled a page. After Misty has parked, he tears it out and hands it to her.

I’ve had this CD for a while. Some friends in a rock band convinced me to do it. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. But I’m loyal to JetStream. I don’t want to cause a competition. Jason is like my brother and he belongs in the lead. They want me on keyboard and writing the music, so I stay. I don’t sing like this around them because I don’t want them to know I can. It would only cause trouble. It’s a hard secret because it’s what I love – even harder now that I may never be able to do it again. But maybe that’s the answer. If I can’t, then there’s no more problem.
Glad you liked it though. I’ll burn you a copy if you promise not to sell it at a profit!

Kyle unbuckles his seatbelt, letting Misty read. This was something not even Phil or Jen knew about. His heart and soul were on the line when it came to his music, and though hard to let someone in on it, it wasn’t that difficult with Misty. He knew he could trust her.

Happyness

*Misty smile as Kyle draps his arms over her shoulder. Automaticly Misty brings her hands up to rest on his arms. Stairing at the still calming water one last time Misty lets out a content sigh. She was ready, the winds were changing, life was moving on and Misty was ready.

Slowly geting into the passanger seat and starts the car. Pulling out of the beach parkinglot Misty look at at Kyle holding the CD and wonders what he was doing. Seeing him reach back to put it in Misty smiles. She was happy to hear more. The style of the music was to her liking, on the harder side and Kyle had a very uneak voice that fit the rock music well. And thought she though it was crazy they he dident want to let anyone know about this talent and passion Misty wouldent tell a soul. Her lips were sealed and this was Kyle and her own's secrete.

One, by one Misty listens to the songs that come out, each one better than the last. Some Misty can put to her own life and others it was hard to believe Kyle wrote these a while ago. They seemed to fit the currant time so well.

Misty's head absintmindedly bobs to the music as she fingers tap the stearing wheel. The music was good, Misty liked it. Turning her head Misty smiles at Kyle before she goes back to focusing on the road and another song plays.

Hearing the next song about the Lord a new cureosity rises. She'd grown up in a christian home but had fallen away so long ago. So many questions she had were unanswered. So many reasons never given. But even through that and even though Misty dident totally understand she still liked the song.

Another song plays after this one ends. Misty listens carfuly to this one. Taking into the words as they cause a slight tear roll out of her eye that even shocks herself. It was a new feeling, she dident feel sad at all but happy. It wasent often Misty let anyone see her cry, let alone thinking all her tears were gone. But this time she just cant help it. Kyle has shaired something special with her that not even his own brother new about. Misty felt honnered for that in itself.

Finally as the songs draw to an end and the car is filly with silence Misty turns to look at Kyle before focusing back on the road.*

"Thank you for shairing that with me Kyle. I really, really like it and you sounded so good. You certinly had a good talent there. You're voice is gonna heal just fine ya know that. Than you can sing to me."

* Misty cant help the smile that spreads across her face. Reaches out her free hand and lets it rest on Kyle's arm. She was content and she just hurd something amazing. How much better could this day be.*

Music

Grateful for Misty's agreeing not to tell anyone about the song even though her eyes show her confusion, Kyle gives a little nod, scrambling to get the the car and shut off the key. He had to admit though, that her liking what she'd heard made him wish that he didn't have this secret.

Back in several moments, he gives her a smirk at the mention of Rick. He rolls his eyes showing that at this point, he really didn't care what Rick thought. A grin slips out at the mention of food. It was past lunchtime by now and for the first time since getting sick, his stomach wanted some real food.

Kyle gives Misty an enthusiastic nod. But before leaving, they stand one more time to look at the water. Kyle moves behind Misty, and slings his arms over her shoulders to drape over her front, and rests his chin on her head. His grin still present, he gives a little sigh, knowing they needed to leave. His humor wins out this time as his hand reaches to tweak Misty's chin before letting her go. Getting used to being unable to speak his silly comments and comebacks was already getting hard. But for now...neither needed to say much more anyway. It was apparent that both knew now that wherever their friendship went, so be it.

Heading back to the car, Kyle slips his socks and shoes back on, and settles into the passenger seat. As Misty starts the car, he reaches over to eject the CD that was in the player and is ready to put it in its case, but he stops. Glancing to Misty, he fidgets with the disc for a moment. He'd wanted to share this with someone for so long...but he hadn't been able to with anyone else. And now she'd already heard one song.... and she'd liked it...

Kyle puts a finger to his lips. "Shhh." She wasn't to tell a soul. Popping the CD back into the player, he adjusts the volume and sits back, letting her hear the other songs. They had an edge to them, different than JetStream, a little bit harder on the rock side, and Kyle's voice matched the style.

Walking up and down the road,
It’s just me.
I stare into a starry night,
Just being plain ol’ me.
Sometimes I’m so weak,
And sometimes I back down.
Sometimes I don’t say enough,
To stand out in a crowd.

But when I’m with you…

I’m a warrior,
Battle strong, courageous.
I’m a fighter,
Standing firm and tall.
I’m determined,
Faithful with a vengeance.
I’m a hard worker,
Stubborn and protective.
…I’m me.

Following the days gone by,
It’s just me.
I work at nothing all that great,
Just being plain ol’ me.
Sometimes I’m so blind,
And sometimes I mess up.
Sometimes I say the stupid things,
I’m the clown in the group.

But when I’m with you…

I’m a warrior,
Battle strong, courageous.
I’m a fighter,
Standing firm and tall.
I’m determined,
Faithful with a vengeance.
I’m a hard worker,
Stubborn and protective.
…I’m me.

See my heart is strong,
To hold a million pieces.
It’s what I feel that leads me to,
Seeing who I am…
When I’m with you…

I’m a warrior,
Battle strong, courageous.
I’m a fighter,
Standing firm and tall.
I’m determined,
Faithful with a vengeance.
I’m a hard worker,
Stubborn and protective.
…I’m me.

Kyle can't help the grin that spreads on his lips. He had good memories of this recording, and it had been so hard not telling anyone. He shifts his eyes a little to see Misty's face, wondering if she still liked it...almost as if wanting her approval.

The past can be a lonely place,
Filled with unshed tears.
The smile you wear upon your face,
Just hides the bitterness.
I can see the pain inside of you,
The fears and the hurt.
But I see deep down in you,
A courage to go on.

You're not done.
Quitting's just not part of it.
You're not through.
It's only the beginning.
You've been given a gift,
To live out loud,
You're eyes are open to the path.
So step out on,
A little bit of faith.
Shine...let the world see you.

It's a past within the shadows,
All you hold inside.
Your eyes are like windows,
Taking me back in time.
I can see the darkness in you,
The sorrow doesn't leave.
But I see deep down in you,
The strength to go on.

You're not done.
Quitting's just not part of it.
You're not through.
It's only the beginning.
You've been given a gift,
To live out loud,
You're eyes are open to the path.
So step out on,
A little bit of faith.
Shine...let the world see you.

You may not understand it all,
Sometimes we trip and fall.
But reach down deep,
Go on, reach down deep,
You'll find what you're looking for.
Yeah, you'll find what you're looking for.

'Cause you're not done.
Quitting's just not part of it.
You're not through.
It's only the beginning.
You've been given a gift,
To live out loud,
You're eyes are open to the path.
So step out on,
A little bit of faith.
Shine...let the world see you.

Kyle finds it just a little ironic how the lyrics of the songs he'd written months before could today be applied to so many different things. He wondered if Misty would notice too. The next one he knew was true for him...and it made him think for a moment of what else he could share with Misty later when he felt led.

Tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you’ve got in mind.
Tell me what you want for me, I’ll go.

Tell me how to do things right,
Tell me what you’ve got in store,
Tell me where you want me now, I’ll go.

‘Cause you are the Lord of my life.
You are the light that saves all mankind.
You are the Lord of glory,
And I’m your servant evermore.

Tell me how to make it work,
Tell me how you want it done,
Tell me where to go from here, I’ll go.

Tell me when I do it wrong,
Tell me when I I’ve got it right.
Tell me how to show the world, I’ll go.

‘Casue you are the Lord of my life.
You are the light that saves all mankind.
You are the Lord of glory,
And I’m your servant evermore.

Yeah, you’re the Lord over my life.
You are the light to take the dark away.
You are the Lord of all powers,
And I’m your servant evermore.
I’m your servant evermore.
Yeah, I’m your servant evermore.
I’ll go.

A smile escapes as the last song starts. Kyle remembered writing this one. He'd almost thrown it away, knowing the he really didn't know about these things. If only he'd known.

How do you chase the clouds away,
On a sunless rainy day?
How do you calm a raging storm,
That's raging through the sea?
How do you turn the night to day,
When time is standing still?
Oh how do you do it? How do you do it?
Where's the hidden key?

And how do you turn me upside down,
When we're walking side by side?
How do you change my tears to smiles,
When all is crashing down?
And how do you touch my heart of stone,
To soothe my weary soul?
How do you change me? How do you love me?
Tell me how you do it.

How do you turn the cold to spring,
In the blink of an eye?
How do you plant the stars up high,
For all to watch and see?
How do you change the black to white,
Right before my eyes?
Oh how do you do it? How do you do it?
Where's the hidden key?

And how do you turn me upside down,
When we're walking side by side?
How do you change my tears to smiles,
When all is crashing down?
And how do you touch my heart of stone,
To soothe my weary soul?
How do you change me? How do you love me?
Tell me how you do it.

Before I met you, the world made sense.
Before I met you it was all the same.
Before I met you, logic ruled,
Before I met you, I was walking blind.
Then you came along...

How do you turn me upside down,
When we're walking side by side?
How do you change my tears to smiles,
When all is crashing down?
And how do you touch my heart of stone,
To soothe my weary soul?
How do you change me? How do you love me?
Tell me how you do it.

As the rock music finally dies down, Kyle can feel his face start to redden a bit. No one had heard him sing like that before...and though knowing it was good, a slight lack of confidence there caused him to withdraw a bit, waiting to see Misty's reaction to it all as they head back to town.

Explain

*Misty's own smile fades just a little as she see the look on Kyle's face, and hearing his horse voice to go along with it. The desparation there was great. Misty's confustion grew but the importance for this through she may not know it was there.

Giving a small nod Misty reply.*

"Ok, I won't tell anyone. You have my word, but when you can talk again promise you will explain why to me? You sounded fantastic and I am curious to know why you would want to hide that."

*Misty moves a tad as Kyle goes to shut the CD off. She's like to hear more, Kyle's voice was great and it pleased her ears. But she would let him take his time. She wouldent push, not this time!

Turning and looking out at the water Misty takes in the sigh again, as well as a deep breath of air before turning back to Kyle and giving him a smile.*

"Well if your ready we should probley get back before Rick thinks I highjacked you or something..."

*Misty can't help but laugh a little at the thought. Knowing Rick he might just think she did.*

"...Unless your hungry and would like to grab something to eat."

Whisper

Seeing Misty's smile on her face and in her eyes, Kyle knows that she had received his message loud and clear. Both had been taken by surprise, but both wanted to test the waters together. Kyle did like her, and after spending so much time with her lately, he couldn't help the feeling that being something more could be appealing. As long as she was willing too, what could they lose? They could only gain.

Kyle squeezes Misty's hand back, glad that she'd liked the song, and glad that she'd understood what he'd been trying to say. But as she states the assumption of the singer, he suddenly tenses, the blood rushing to his face. He hadn't intended on her recognizing that. No one else would have.

He swallows hard and just stares at her, knowing that he was giving her a dear in the headlights look, but unable to help it. Desperate to get his point across quickly, he dares once to break orders. A hoarse whisper comes out, just audible enough to understand, though it has to be forced. "Don't tell anyone?"

His gaze drops. He didn't want to put a damper on things so quickly after they'd been so good. But this was important. He forces out a smile, trying to cover up the desperation, and moves toward the car, wanting to stop the CD as the next song comes on.

Amazing

*As the song plays Misty looks back up at Kyle. Seeing his heart in his eyes, Misty new what he was saying though no words came from his lips. Just stairing into Kyle's eyes, and hearing the words to the song, the voice....listing a little bit closer Misty wonders if that is who she thinks it is. But his voice seemsed so differnt in this song than normal. It wasent bad at all, just differnt. Ignoring it for a moment Misty just listens to the music. Closing her eyes Misty lets the words wash over her, the music filling her ears.

At the song draws to an end Misty looks up at Kyle, a smile on her lips, and a new shine in her eyes. Not saying anything, her own face expression says a thousand words. She did want to try, she did want to see if this would work.

Taking Kyle's hand her fingers interlock his. The feeling of his hand in her own was enough to bring a smile to her face as her happyness showed through. Misty stays silent again for a moment, than finally speaks.*

"What a very pretty song Kyle. I am honered your shaired it with me."

*Misty smiles and gives his hand a little squeeze.*

"That was you singing right? It sounded amazing!!"

Take Me There

The feeling of Misty snuggling up next to Kyle is a warm one…one that he hasn’t known before. He’s held friends close…he’s held his sister close…but this was different. This was…just different.

As Misty begins to speak, he listens carefully, digesting her words slowly to assume nothing and understand everything. Her words of how she feels about him...likes him...respects him, makes him wish he could wave them off. He did not feel important...he did not feel worthy of those kinds of compliments. He was more than glad that he had been helping her through her pain, but he hadn't intended on her thinking of him in this way. It hadn't been a goal. I had apparently just...happened. In a way though, he did feel flattered. Embarrassed by his nature, but flattered none the less. To have a woman talk to him like this was a pleasant difference.

Her soft kiss sends another chill down his spine, her hand on his chest feeling gentle and warm. He continues to listen, not trying to communicate until she is finished. Her confession of liking him, and her questions as to whether he felt the same or not made him stop and think.

His eyes stay focused on the water beyond, his demeanor appearing calm, while on the inside it was chaos as a million and one thoughts raced through his mind. Her ending statement feels like a little prick to his own heart. She had read him well...too well. He had indeed been trying to hide. There were just so many questions...so many doubts. How could he be sure about this?

Letting a pause settle between them, Kyle finally cocks his head, tilting Misty's chin up with a gentle finger. He needs to see her eyes again...to see the truth in the words she has spoken. And indeed, he finds it. She cared about him...liked him...wanted more than just friendship if he was willing. And was he willing?

He closes his eyes for a moment and swallows hard. Dang this injury that kept him from speaking what he wanted to. There were so many things that would take too long to sign or write down. What about his original goal? What about just simply making Misty get through this hard time? What about Carson? Was it really over between Carson and Misty? Was she this enthusiastic about Kyle now simply because she was missing someone to love? Or was it genuine, separate from the pain she'd been going through?

Kyle opens his mouth, then sighs, closing it again. He tightens his grip around Misty's shoulders a little, trying to assure her that his silence didn't mean he was saying no - he was simply trying to get his thoughts straightened out. He was sure he could stand the pain if this didn't work out, but could she? He would hate to put her through anything else, after what had happened with Carson. And yet...she was right...life was too short.

Reaching to her hand, he takes it in his, spreading her fingers out so their palms touched. His fingers were longer than hers, his palm broader. He liked the feel of her soft touch. Moving his finger tips down her own fingers, he maps out the curves and lines. He didn't play games...he didn't hold women just because it was fun. He didn't kiss them with the intention of simply walking away afterward.

Kyle's eyes finally drift back down to meet Misty's again. The music echoed in his mind, and he knew he wanted to believe. He was a risk taker...why could he not do this.

Without giving Misty an answer to her question, he moves to shut the lid on his little box and put it back into the hidden crevice. Standing up, he offers Misty a hand up too, silently helping her back down the rocks and onto the beach. Glancing to her, a faint smile is on his lips, but not enough to hint at what might be going through his mind. He doesn't try to let her know though, simply keeping her in the dark as he takes her back down the walk across the beach and up, close to where the car was parked.

Facing her for a moment, he sets his hands on her shoulders, planting her in place, his facial expression telling her to stay there. Next he makes several gestures, asking her for her car keys. Seeing hesitance, he rolls his eyes, his look conveying the thought, “I’m not going to drive away and leave you here, just give me the keys.” He holds out his hand until she gives them to him, then he goes to her car.


Getting in the passenger side, he rummages around in his backpack, then finding the CD he was looking for, he goes around the other side to turn the key over just far enough to get power without starting the engine. Slipping the CD into the player, he skips to the song he wants, and puts down the windows in the car, while turning the volume way up.

Making it back over to her, still on the sand and in his bare feet, the music starts, loud enough to be heard. It’s a hard beat with drums and electric guitars, the bass boosting the minor tones that drive emotion into the song.

Kyle takes Misty’s hands in his, facing her and just looks at her as the song plays, letting it do the talking for him. It was what was on his heart.

As the instrumental prelude dissolves into the lyrics, a strong male voice starts to sing, the mellow tone with a slight rasp fitting the rock style. It could seem familiar to some, but to most, it would be unrecognized as a voice not heard before.

"Caught in the confusion
Behind these iron bars.
The restraints all around us,
Holding us back from life.
I wanna live,
I wanna breathe,
Break out of this,
Break out and be free.

Take me there,
I wanna go there.
Take me there,
To be with you.
Take me there,
To the place where we can be free.

Stuck in this spinning world,
Under all the pressure.
Rules and regulations,
Keeping logic in check.
But I wanna live,
I wanna breathe,
Break away from this,
Break away and be free.

Take me there,
I wanna go there.
Take me there,
To be with you.
Take me there,
To the place where we can be free.

We’ve been held back too long.
We’ve listened to all but us.
We’ve done all the politically correct.
But what about us?
What about us?

Take me there,
I wanna go there.
Take me there,
To be with you.
Take me there,
To the place where we can be free.

Our hearts can be free.
Let loose and be free.
Yeah, be free."

As the drums fade, Kyle looks into Misty’s eyes. It was there time if they wanted it.

Keep talking

*As Kyle looks into Misty's eyes she cant help but search back. How she was feeling, she wasent to sure. The kiss felt good, and it felt like it ment more to her, but was it really? Or was it just fun to Kyle?

Searching his eyes more Misty can see the look, the look that said behind those eyes there was more, but it wasent going to be set free.

Misty's own feeling bubbled inside of her. Kyle, the last person she exspected, what turn out as a fun time to distract her mind had to her turned into something more. It was unexspected, but it was nice. Misty really enjoyed how Kyle made her feel, and she liked that maybe there would be more attached to it. Just something about him, had broken down those walls and let someone in again.

As Kyle pulls her next to him Misty lays a hand on his chest and her head aganst his shoulder. Her eyes searching behond the water, watching the birds fly and taking in the sounds around her silence being her best friend for a moment.

As the moments pass Misty finally lets out a content sigh and smiles the words coming from her lips soft.*

"This place, you, are amazing Kyle. Unexspectingly you came in as a friend and you made my heart sore in such a short time. You've opened my eyes, whiped away my pain."

*Misty is quiet for a moment, leting her thoughs collect as her words shake a little. She's never exspessed her feels this in depth before. Not even with Carson, it was always hi, kiss snuggle, bye. Having to voice how she felt was differnt, but she dident mind. Only hoping she was using he right words, and it was coming across ok.*

"...You've showed me something differnt Kyle, you have helped open my eyes to a feeling that was differnt from any other, and I like the feeling. I like it alot."

*Misty is silent again and she smiles and looks up at Kyle. Leaning over Misty leans up and plants a small kiss on Kyle's lips before withdrawing once again and leaning her head again on Kyle's shoulder.*

"I respect you alot Kyle, the way your free, how you still know how to have fun yet be grown up at the same time. You're an amazing person Kyle Mitts, and I am happy to have spent this time with you."

*As Misty's mouth moves she almost feels like she has not controll over what she is saying. Never had she exspressed herself like this to anyone, let alone have someone who sat long enough to listen without rolling there eyes.*

"I've come to learn I like you alot Kyle. More than I had intended myself after being hurt. But it happend, and I cant help how I feel. But that being said I dont know how you feel. And if you dont feel the same as I do please dont feel bad about it. Just tell me up front, and that will be ok. Than I will hold these presuse memories close to my heart like the shell you gave me.

But if you do feel the same, dont hide. Like the shell life if delacit, and its to short to hide behind our fears."

Questions

There are moments in life that impact us with such a delicate force that we wish it never to end. And though it does end, for time is in control, the moment is burned into our minds and hearts to not only be remembered, but cherished forever. Sometimes these moments are but of enjoyment and bliss...other times they are accompanied with realizations that are so strong we fear the very thought of it.

Kyle's fingers gently cradle the back of Misty's head, his other hand remaining locked with hers, the softness of her touch a contrast to his rough palm. Absorbed in the moment, he can sense Misty's willingness let it last. The passion of his kiss increases, proving what was in his heart the only way he knew how, as the exchange deepens. The only witnesses were the sky and the water below, sparkling in the sun...


Drawing away feels like letting go of a precious gift, and Kyle rests his forehead on Misty's once again, this time his eyes open to search her own. He knew he enjoyed this experience, and could tell that she did too. But what did it mean? What would happen now?

Getting this close to her had been unintentional. His gut reaction is to pull away and apologize. But his arms don't want to cooperate as he remains with her. He looks into those eyes...searching...seeking for the answers to his questions. He had stepped over a line he had drawn himself a long time ago, and now on the other side, he had no idea what to do. This wasn't supposed to happen this way...this relationship wasn't supposed to evolve like this... But it had...and once tasted, he didn't want to let it go.

So much confusion lies behind his eyes as he finally sits up straighter, moving his hand to tuck Misty's hair behind her ear. But he allows a quirky smile to mask it, a new twinkle coming to his gaze. One who knew Kyle would recognize the silly remark that was dying to come out, but this time he couldn't. All he could do was grin, while deep down, he only hoped that this had not been a mistake.

Letting out a contented sigh, Kyle eventually sits back against the adjoining rock, pulling Misty next to him, his arm around her shoulders as they sit in perfect view of the lake. He didn't know what she was thinking...what she was feeling...but though he could not speak, he knew she would when she wanted to.


Dani's shoulders drop as she reads her email. She'd heard from Angelica a while back, giving her at least a start in the right direction to find Carson. Since then she'd had a little more luck in tracing him, finding out bits and pieces. But now...now she had the whole story in front of her.

She'd been able to find Mike Reese's contact information through TJY and had inquired about what had happened with Carson, explaining who she was and why she was asking. His response informed her of how Carson had not gone to jail, though had lost his job over the illegal fighting. After that, he had job hopped, though had resided at the same apartment.

That part hurt the most, knowing that Dani had sent letters to the right address, and had heard nothing. Apparently Carson had gone through several jobs, finally landing at a little restaurant. Reese had explained that he wasn't a hundred percent sure about what had happened after that, but from what he had heard through his son, Carson had cheated on Misty, broken up with her, moved in with someone else and had gotten involved in some kind of gambling. The very latest Reese had heard though, was that something had gone sour, Carson left that group of people, lost his place to live, and just a couple days ago had totaled his car in an accident. Though fine, apparently he was finding a place to stay at the restaurant where he worked.

Dani leans back in her couch, closing her laptop. Carson was alive...though maybe not well by the sounds of things, he sounded perfectly capable of contacting her. Why had he not?

A tear rolls down the side of her face. Her reunion with her brother had been a shock, but had been so good...she had missed him so very much. And he had promised her that he would be in touch from then on. He'd promised to contact her. She'd seen sincerity in his eyes and had truly believed that he really would be in contact with her. But he hadn't...and all she could think now, was that his emotions had been less than genuine. Perhaps his story had been true, but maybe his hugs and reassurance hadn't really been from his heart...maybe it had just been more of a job to him.

Savering the moment

*As Misty feels Kyle's lips brush aganst her own her heart gives a jump sending a new sensation through her. Her mind races on more than one thing, the feels she felt were differnt but good.

As Kyle leans his head agast her own Misty leans in a bit as well, a smile on her lips, and leting out a content sigh. Her one hand still interlocked with his while her other was no around him and resting on his back.

Feeling Kyle's lips finding her again Misty's eyes close as she takes in the sweetness and gives back the passion she felt. How happy she was to be able to shair this moment with Kyle, how honored she was that he would shair this with her, and that she was able to give back. The softness of the kiss was differnt but it made it that much more enjoyable for Misty. Differnt was good, and savering the moment was even better.

Letting the sounds from the lake, and the nature around them wash over her Misty lets the exstain continue not ready to break it just yet. When life had seemed to be lost, the unexspected had come helping set her heart free from the pain that held it down. Kyle Mitts was a blessing, and Misty was thankful.*