Liar

Carson leaves one hand manning the stove, the other slipping around Misty as she puts her arms around his waist.

Looking down at her, the same grin remains on his face, the same mischievous look in his eye. "Mmm... yes, you never did do every well with those consequences, did you? How many more times would it take to get you to remember them?"

The tone in his voice lures her as he leans in closer. But his teasing continues as he doesn't kiss her like he acts like he is. "That's ok though," he relents. "If I didn't have to remind you now and again, things might get awfully boring around here."

Finally unable to hold off any longer, he kisses her again, but his own laugh breaks up the exchange. Giving Misty a squeeze, he turns back to the stove. "Now that we've successfully gotten through desert, it's breakfast time."

He scoops the omelets up and slides them off onto the waiting plates. "Because.... if I end up late, and Herb asks me why, there's no way I'm going to tell him anything other than I stopped for breakfast." He swivels around to hand Misty her plate. "So I better not make a liar out of myself."

For a moment, Carson's eyes lock with hers, the teasing turning into a more mellow emotion - one that showed how much he really did care, aside from all the flirting. "Thanks for waiting for me, Missy," he says quietly. "I would have been lost without you."

Consequences

As Carson turns around and pushes her up aganst the wall Misty's heart starts to race and hearing his comment a all to familure grin forms on her lips. Receving Carson's kiss Misty can feel the passhion and what had been missing was soon returned. This feeling she had longed for had been replace. Kissing Carson back Misty can almost feel her knees go weak as she kiss him back with all the passen she had been holding back over the last few weeks. The Carson she new and loved was back.

As He pulls away and see the fire has returned in Carson's eyes her own fire has been reignighted again. The flam, the fire was burning strong once again and Misty felt like she used to like nothing had changed at all.

As Carson drags her around the kitchen Misty cant help but laugh placing her knife down on the counter as they pass.

"Hey, I'd father have dessert before the meal too. I like the dessert anyways."

Continuing to to be dragged around Misty dosnt mind, she liked being close to Carson even if it was like this. Laughter fills her apartment as the chatter of her farrets can be hurd from the other room like they new there master was happy once again and they had regained there own spark.

Finally as he lets her go Misty gasps for a moment catching her breath. What a morning it had been in a short time and now she was wide awake.

Hearing comments about being able to handle his cooking and him Misty cant help the grin slowly walking over to Carson. Wrapping her arms around his waist she looks up at him the grin and fire in her eyes burning strong.

" Oh I think I cant handle anything you throw at me and if there are consepuences...well, I do believe I told you once before I dont care or catch on to those very fast."

I didn't

For a split second, Caron freezes, his eyes widening. But just as quickly, his gaze narrows, a grin forming. "I didn't break in," he answers slyly. "I found a key."

Thinking for just a moment, Carson lets go of his spatula, quickly bringing his hand up to wrap around Misty's arm, gaining safe distance from the knife. In the same move, he whirls around to take her free wrist, his gaze clashing with her own as he backs her up against the wall.

Wrapping his arms around Misty, he brings himself roughly to her, unafraid of the knife. He hadn't talked to her at all the day before, but that didn't mean his mind hadn't been thinking. He'd done a lot of soul-searching and a lot of praying. And Axel had been right about him. "Tamed, the warrior never would be," he whispers. "Forever the fire would burn within. An army retreated, a battle surrendered - but neither would kill the flame. For when he looked into the eyes of the conqueror, he could not lay down his will. The war had ended, only to rise again, an intense battle surging across the land. Lines were drawn and swords clashed. Thunder rolled amidst the fire that blazed within the souls."

Moving closer, his eyes close as he brings his lips to hers, letting the exchange continue, his hands holding her close. Only the sizzling at the stove reminds him that he has other things to think about.

He withdraws from her, only to return for another lighter kiss before pulling away completely. He doesn't let her go though, putting her into a side headlock with a strong arm, to drag her to the stove with him. "Most people wait for desert until after the meal," he muses. "I like getting mine first."

Stirring the eggs around, he pauses again. "Never know when you might not make it through a meal." He leans down for another kiss and his eyes find Misty's, glowing with a flame reignited. "I gotta get in all I can while I'm still alive."

Turning to the food again, he still keeps her in his grasp. Going for a sliced green pepper on the counter, he pops a long piece halfway in his mouth. Cocking his head he twists to offer the other half, letting Misty bite it off.

Grinning, he finishes chewing his half and finally releases her so he can work with both hands as the food starts to get done. "You realize there was a benefit to all this," he states matter-of-factly. He gives Misty a sly sidelong glance. "Since I had to work at Mom and Pop's, I learned to cook some pretty mean food. Now you have me and my cooking." His eyes narrow slightly, a smile being withheld. "Think you can handle that?"

Break in

Laying in bed Misty is somewhere between half asleep and walk awake. Its was nearing time to wake up and Misty's body new it. The silence of the house was nice. One could hear a pin drop but Misty didnt mind it that way.

Suddenly hearing the lock on her front door click Misty naps up out of bed. Just sitting there for a long moment she just listens. It sounded like whoever was in the house was in the kitchen. Continuing to listen Misty is non to quick to jump out of bed before she new he sounds and how many people were in her house.

Soon the smell hits Misty's noise and she becomes a little confused. Slowly slinging her legs out of bed Misty opens the top draw on her night stand and pulls out her butterfly knife.

Slowly opening her bedroom door Misty slids out into the hallway keeping her mind clear. As the sound of rock music turn on she gives a jump not expecting it. Peeking around the courner of the wall into the kitchen and hearing Carson's voice Misty just blinks for a moment before placing her back aganst the wall so he didnt see her. What on earth he had scaired the tar out of her.

A grin form on her lips, she would get him back for scairing her. Waiting till his back was turned to the stove again the music makes a good sound barrier as Misty enters the kitchen slowly moving twords Carson. Very silently she sneeks behind him and for a moment does nothing making she he wasent about to turn around.

Slowly placing her one hand under Carson's arm she brings her other arm around his neck so her knif is close enough to feel it but not touching his skin so she didnt cut him. Standing on her top toes Misty almost can reach Carson's ear where she slowly in a sassy tone whispers.

"Dident you know you shouldnt break into a sheila's house without properly greeting her."

Breakfast

As quickly as the opening had been there, it was gone. The light slowly fades from Scott's eyes and he shakes his head a little. "Um... maybe next time?"

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns towards the door, pausing just a moment. "I'll... or Rick... I'll let him tell me when I'm coming back..." That was as close as he would come to saying that yes, he'd be back.

Hesitating again, he finally heads out of Hope's office, any opportunity for further conversation gone. It was time to retreat back into his corner again. He'd had enough for one day.

Getting back out to Rick's car, Rick asks no questions, but simply takes Scott back to TJY.


Axel hangs up the phone and sighs. He had absolutely nothing going on tonight. Why hadn't he said yes? He was constantly telling other people to get out of their boxes and live, yet he himself was held back by something that was over and gone.

Shaking his head, he goes back into the shop. He had other things he needed to worry about.


The day drags on, but even though it may feel like it is to go on forever, finally the sun does reach the horizon.


"Good evening, Scott."

He looks up quickly from his place on the infirmary bed. He'd been sitting cross-legged, fooling with his camera, and Susanne's sudden entry made him jump. "Oh... hi."

Susanne offers a warm smile. "I brought you some supper."

Scott tries to smile, but it doesn't come out very well. "Um... I don't think that..."

"You don't have to eat it all," Susanne interrupts. "I know your stomach can't handle much right now. But if you feel like it, there's some chicken and some rice - both mild so it shouldn't bother you too much." Still smiling, she puts the bag on the counter for whenever Scott wanted it. "I also wanted to tell you that whenever you're ready to go home, you've got a couch and a bed and... I think a table."

Scott's eyebrows rise. "What? How?"

"Well, I called a couple people in church and I was able to find some others who just happened to be wanting to get rid of some of their furniture. They were more than willing to donate."

Scott isn't completely sure he likes it, and it must have shown on his face.

"Just accept it," Susanne instructs. She gives him a nod of reassurance. "Let us care, okay?" Before Scott can respond, she turns and reaches around the corner of the door in the hallway. "And while I'm telling you to accept it..." She pulls in a bigger bag, bringing it over to the bed. "I got a few things for you today too."

"But what..."

Susanne cuts him off by heading out once more. "Goodnight, Scott. See you tomorrow."

Left alone again, Scott sets his camera aside, and opens the bag, curious. Inside, he finds several sets of clothes. He sighs. Susanne was too good to him. He'd never be able to repay her.

Pulling out a pair of jeans, he notices that she'd bought him a couple sizes smaller than what his old ones were - she was so observant and so thoughtful. He wouldn't need a belt for these. Looking down at what he had on, he realizes he'd been having to wear and wash the same jeans and shirts since he'd gotten back. While he hadn't been motivated for anything else, he would accept the gifts and wear them.


Jason slouches in Austin's desk chair, going through files. He'd been sitting here all afternoon, and had not gone home when everyone else had. It was quiet in the building. Only a few people were left like Rick and Scott.

Heaving a sigh, Jason just stares at the desk, his mind bouncing from one thing to the next. He felt calmer than earlier, but this was all a new sort of stress. No one but Katie knew yet about his position.

So... he was being threatened.

He shakes his head and leans back in the chair, letting his hand fall into his lap. He held a letter... one of many he'd finally found in Austin's office. It had taken some digging, but he'd discovered the small stash in the bottom of a drawer.

It was the Agency... threatening to kill me unless they got their way in getting me into prison. So Austin helped them. He must have thought he was keeping me alive.

Jason's fist balls up as he tries to control his emotions.

You'd think after all these years that he would know not to give in to the Agency's scare tactics - because that's all they are. But instead, he gave in. And look at where it got me. Not to mention, be never even had the decency to tell me the truth himself.

Heaving a sigh, Jason puts the letters back. Despite his disgust, a small amount of anger had been removed. At least he knew now that his grandfather hadn't had all ill-intentions. He guessed he could have come outright and confronted Austin about the whole thing... but he'd been too angry to even ask what the truth was. And now that he knew, what difference did it really make? He'd still gone through heck and back behind bars, regardless of intentions.

Jason stares up at the ceiling then closes his eyes.

I don't like hating him, ya know? I really do remember the good times... at least at the time I thought they were good. Maybe they weren't really, but I didn't know any better then.

He dwells on his own inner thoughts for a moment. For once, though he still felt anger, it was weakening enough to start dispersing. For once, it didn't feel so intense.

I'm letting him win by staying mad at him, aren't I? I'm just becoming what he's predicted. Harboring hate... I know it hasn't been good for me... or you. I just... don't know how to forgive him. I don't know how to look past all the things he's done against me... and all the things he's done lately to my friends. He's ruined everything I ever thought about him, and I don't understand it. You can't tell me that all of this is a simple part of growing up. Not everybody has to endure something like this. Why me? Why couldn't I have just had a normal life? Why couldn't I have just had a life of peace...

Jason just lets his mind wander for several minutes, finally just letting the subject drop. He had too many other things to think about right now, other than his personal issues with Austin. He could deal with all of that later.

He stays at work for several more hours until he grows weary. But during those hours, he had come to various conclusions, formulating plans and deciding what he would do the following morning. Austin wouldn't win this one - of this he was determined.

Before he leaves the office, he emails a memo:
To the Elite Staff:
You all may have seen Austin leave the building in disgust earlier today. I apologize if it caused a scene. The reason for Austin's departure is that he has handed over the responsibilities of commanding chief to me. Though surprised, I accept that position. I appreciate the opportunity it has given me, despite the burdens I know that go along with the job. While much at TJY requires change, other areas do not. I would like to take advantage of my new position by calling a meeting tomorrow at ten o'clock a.m. I would like everyone able to be present to discuss the future. Paper and pens won't be necessary, though I will be informing everyone of some of my decisions. Thank you, and I will see you tomorrow in the lower-level meeting room.
-Jason, Elite Chief

Satisfied, Jason shuts down the computer and heads home. Morning would come all too soon.


"Aw come on." Jaxon grumbled and let his chair fall back on all fours. "Why can't you send somebody else?"

Erica glares down at him, setting her hands on her hips. "Because I want you. It's an easy job and you're the laziest, so it's the perfect fit."

Jaxon scowls at his superior. His large frame might intimidate some, but not Erica. "Do I go alone?"

"No." Erica looks across the lab to the younger man sitting at a computer desk. "Alec is going with you."

"What?!" The blonde swivels in his chair to look at her. "I was suppose to be on that other case with Drew. I actually wanted to do that one."

"Tough."

Alec's eyes narrow. "Great. So you want us to nab this guy or what?"

"No. I just want answers. The boss said not to take him because he probably wouldn't last long enough for us to use him anyway."

Alec sighs. "Get in, make him talk, get out, right?"

"Exactly."

Jaxon stands from the table. "When do we go?"

"Soon," Erica responds. "But I want you to observe habits first. We don't wan any mishaps. You go to him only when you're sure there will be no one else around."


Dawn. A chilly foretelling of the morning to come. Axel takes in a deep breath of the fresh air before trotting down the steps to the ground outside the garage. The walk to the little diner wouldn't take him all that long. By the time he got there, it would be just about right to meet Jess.

Other than his hand hurting this morning, all seemed well. He couldn't shake an odd feeling that something wasn't right, but he tried to ignore it anyway. He was a long way from his troubles.

Finally getting to the restaurant, he's the first customer there. Finding a little table near the window, he waits.


Jason flops down behind Austin's desk. The night had been long. He'd hardly slept at all. Three times, he'd woken up, tossed and turned, and changed his mind about things. But this morning he was sure. He knew what he was going to do. Taking the bull by the horns was something he was quit capable of doing.

Taking a swig of his coffee, he sets to work to prepare for that day's meeting.


Carson slips out of Dani's car, throwing a quick "thanks" over his shoulder and offering a wave with his free hand. His other hand was busy holding several grocery sacks and a jug of orange juice.

It was early... the sun was just peaking up above the horizon. But Carson didn't have to be at work yet, and Dani had to be at the store to open this morning, so it had worked out well.

Walking up the sidewalk and getting to the porch, Carson juggles the things he has in his hands so he can reach up above the door to find the spare key he knew would be there. He knew that there would be no one up yet at this early hour.

Letting himself in, he replaces the key and quietly makes his way to the kitchen. He sets the bags on the counter and withdraws all the ingredients he needs, putting the juice in the fridge. Flipping on the lights, he grabs a towel to sling over his shoulder and moves about the kitchen, knowing where most things were already, and only having to hunt for a couple items.

Within minutes, the smell of eggs, bacon, peppers and more wafts through the house. Carson stands at the stove, spatula in hand, working on the omelets. While the bacon sizzles in a separate pan, he wipes his hands on his towel and turns around to find the radio and turn it on to a rock station, letting the volume rise enough to feel the bass.

Going back to the stove, he yells at the top of his lungs. "Hey, you lazy sheila! Daylight's burning! Get your bum out of bed before I come do it for you!"

Fascinating

Hope stops for a moment just taking in everything Scott said her own wheels turning. How his mind though and how indeepth he was. Maybe with Scott a round about way would have to be taken to help him.

A bit of colors comes to her face as Scott finish up talking.

"Well, thank you very much than. That is a very nice complement. I will live up to the number as best as I can."

Thinking for a moment Hope looks down at her papers and than back up at Scott again. Maybe she could get him to stay a little longer.

"What number are you and your friends? I have to admit I really do find this fascinating."

Giving a smile even though Axel couldnt see her Jess feels a little bit better knowing he wasnt upset with her. She would feel awfel if he did.

As Axel asks for Breakfast instead Jess gives a small nod. Breakfest was better than nothing.

"Yeah sure breakfast sounds great. I dont have to work till the afternoon so that works good."

Figuring he had something to do tonight Jess had no probley with doing something alse with him tomarrow.

"Well I am almost back to work I better let you go for now. I'll call you later to find out what time and where for breakfest in the moring. Take care Axel."

Hanging up the phone Jess gets out of her car and heads back inside.

Sanity

Scott remains quiet for just another moment, almost embarrassed that he’d said anything. At Hope's question of whether or not it was a good thing though, for a split second, his wall is removed. Numbers he could always talk about. A faint but unmistakable chuckle surfaces. “Yeah, it's a good thing.... I see numbers,” he admits timidly, “…in everything. Even people.”

He traces the threads in his jeans with a finger, contemplating whether he should really elaborate or not. “The first number one… is because you see people as individuals.” He keeps his eyes lowered. “You treat them for who they are and not for who they’re with. Then… the seven… it can’t be divided evenly. You’re…”

He pauses, looking at his fingers to count, even though he's hesitant to voice his thoughts. “…compassionate… perceptive… intelligent, peaceful… thoughtful… inspirational and… determined. It shows you have many sides… but you can’t take away any of them, lest you take away a part of yourself.”

Scott shifts his weight, still refusing to look Hope in the eye. “And… you’re alone. That’s the point one. It’s a decimal, which means… it doesn’t have a great bearing on your life, but just enough to be visible. Whether it’s intentional or not, doesn’t make or break the number."

Another pause follows until he eventually looks up at Hope again, almost scared to think he might have just revealed an oddity about himself that might make her think twice about his sanity.


Axel grabs the phone as it rings, just having gone into the office to fill out some paperwork. Hearing Jess' apology, a wry grin forms. "Not even weathermen can tell when or where a storm will hit. And a rainbow's efforts to predict the storm is for naught, because it can only greet the dark clouds after the rain has passed - not before."

He lets a light laugh escape. "Don't worry about it, Jess. I wasn't even sure if it was a plan anyway."

Absentmindedly, he sifts through paperwork while talking. Her question if dinner makes him stop though, as if he's thrown for a loop. "Um... dinner? I... well..." He glances over his shoulder as he hears a noise in the shop. "Um. How about breakfast instead? Unless you have to be at work too early."

Even storms

Smiling and still confused Hope looks up at Scott watching as the wheels in his mind turned.

"Mmmm...well I am not sure what that number means, so what does it mean and is it a good thing?"

Hope continues to watch Scott enjoying this interaction with him. It was nice to see Scott out of his bubble. And though on the outside he looks the same, in his eyes Hope could see a small light.

Continuing to drive down the road Jess rings to one of the songs on the radio. Glancing out her side window Jess pass a pizza joint. Chinese food had been good today but maybe tomarrow she would get some pizza. The company of a rainbow might be nice too.

As if slapped in the face Jess eyes go wide for a moment. Crap...she had forgotten that she had told Axel she would meet him to lunch today and now she stood him up. How horrable she felt.
Pulling out her phone Jess dials the shop number and waits for someone to answer. Hearing Axel's voice on the other end Jess apoligses.

"I guess even Storms can make mistakes in the wind. I'm sorry I forgot about lunch today Axel. I could still use the company of a rainbow if you would like to do dinner?"

Because

"You're back early."

Axel rolls his eyes at Leo. "I'm late."

"Not if you were on a date."

"I wasn't on a date!" Axel throws his friend a warning glance. "Now cut it out."

Leo backs up a step. "Whoa, alright, alright. Chill."

Axel smirks at him, the glare dispersing. "If you'd pay as much attention to the cars as you do other people's businesses, you'd be a star mechanic."

Leo gives a cheesy grin. "Maybe I should be a journalist instead."

"Then let me be the first to say..." Axel lowers his voice to a whisper. "It's none of your business who I was with for lunch."

Leo laughs and shakes his head, getting back to work. "Alright, be that way. While you're at it, bring that old beater in here - she's yours to work on today."


Scott hesitates a moment and gives a little shrug, finally looking up at Hope to reply to her question. "Because... you're that number and... people like you are rare."

Added memorie

Enjoying the mean and Rocky Jess is content. The chatter continues between them as smiles and laughs are thrown around.

Though the time was fun like always it passed to quickly and before you new it, it was an hour past. As Rocky gets up in a hurt is makes Jess jump just a little untill she herself slides from the booth.

"Thank you for lunch Rocky. I had a good time."

Walking with Rocky outside Jess takes in a deep breath of fresh air before turning to Rocky one last time.

"I am sure you will be seeing me around. You might see Jemmm Ferchin too."

Chuckling Jess gets into her car and gives a wave to Rocky before driving off into the way they came.

The smile on Hope's face is a plesent one. Though Scott still did not talk to much about what happend to him she could see he was in face opening up more and becoming more comfortable around her. That in itself made her feel good.

"Well I dont care what others think, I know what I think and I would like that picture."

Looking at at the picture of Rosetta and Mick a smile pass over Hope's lips a little bigger thing time.

"Your a friend of my friends, I'd like to add your picture to my memories."

Giving a small nod as Scott says he much go Hope is about to say something though stops as he looks down at the pictures again. A bit saprised and confused about the number he just mention Hope decieds she would questions it.

"And why is it such a rare number?"

Rare

Rocky returns Jess' smile with his own. "I don't know what you're thanking me for, but I guess you're welcome."

During the rest of the meal, Rocky keeps conversation light, asking Jess more surface questions about a few of her likes and dislikes, concerning anything from food to music, and sharing some about himself too.

By the time he glances at his watch, his plate has been long-empty, and the lunch crowd has already dwindled. His eyes widen as he sees the time. "Ohhhh no." He grimaces. "I am so dead, and I'm sure I've made you late too. At this rate, I'll be on the road until six with deliveries."

Sliding from the booth, he grabs his hat to slap back on his head. Grabbing his wallet, he takes out enough money to pay for both meals. Heading off any refusal, he states simply, "My treat."

Smiling, he pauses, giving Jess a nod. "Been fun, Jess. See you around?"


Scott almost gives a scoffing laugh. "You may be photogenic, but I don't think anybody would want the face of me anywhere permanently."

Pausing, he traces the threads on his jeans with a finger. "Rick is waiting," he mentions quietly. He really didn't feel like talking much more today. He was getting even more tired, and a headache had formed.

Getting up from his chair, he takes one last glance down at the photos, then finally back to Hope. "Seventeen point one," he muses. "It's...a rare number."

Artist

Eating a little bit of her food Jess is a tad saprised when Rocky informs her that Carson had been the one who informed Rocky. In a way she felt a little betrayed that he would talk about it, but as soon as the feeling came the feeling passed as well. Jess had been close to Carson and he'd never done anything to harm her and was her friend. If Carson didnt trust Rocky that he wouldnt have said anything to him.

Giving a small smile to asure Rocky she was not to upset, but stays silent as she continues to eat her food. Listing to Rocky talk about his special spot Jess gives her head a little nod. She never really just stoped and looks at the stuff around her. She'd always though she was to busy for that not to mention to her eyes there wasnt much in this world that look pretty to her. Maybe it was the error of her own ways that blinded her eyes, or maybe it was simply the world was full of so much hate that it blocked out the nice stuff to some. But for some reason when Rocky said it, Jess could almost feel the warmth that raideated off of it.

Jess ear perk up at the mention of Rocky hanging out at her house again sometimes and that he liked playing cards. The look of excitment pass through Jess eyes as a grin curls on her lips.

"I think I would like that, but you better watch out I am pretty good at card playing."

Thanks back for a moment to the time when Carson and her use to practice. Another smile forming on her lips. A look passing through her eyes. A look of remembering. The past had been bad, but it had some bright spots that Jess would always remember.

"Thank you by the way Rocky."

Looking up Jess eyes meet Rocky's as a small fire burns in them. One that wasnt there before. Where it came from some might not know, but deep in Jess heart she new and it felt differnt, but good.

Seeing the grin on form slightly on Scott's face a flutter happens inside Hope's heart. With every passing moment, here and there she caught a glimps that what she was doing really was helping and it gave the the curage, and the confadince that was was doing on good.

Giving a nod Hope replys to Scott a bit of excitment in her voice.

"I'd like that, and thank you."

Hope thinks for a moment before speaking again.

"I'd like maybe a picture with you as well. Art of the artist is a good memorie."

Photogenic

Rocky grows quiet for just a moment, thinking as their food comes. Picking around his chicken, he finally looks up at Jess again. "I... have a confession to make."

A sheepish grin rises. "Carson and I had a nice chat last night, and... I asked him about who you were." His tone remains casual, his eyes still lit with interest, not disapproval. "I hope you're not offended. I just..." He shrugs. "...wanted to know more about you."

The look on his face shows sincerity. His intentions were pure. "As for not having a special spot, I didn't for a long time either."

Rocky shifts the conversation right back around again, always casual and warm, not missing a beat to draw attention to anything. "Then I discovered a little spot out on the river a ways from here. There's an old wooden dock at a nice gentle bend in the river. And on a nice day it's just a breeze and the sound of water and the sound of birds. Secluded from the world, and never closer to God."

His smile broadens a little. "I should take you there sometime. I don't mind sharing." A wink is quick to follow. "In the meantime though, next time I come over to your place, I could go a hand or two at a card game. All I've had to play with lately is Max and... he's not much of a challenge." He chuckles. His mention of going back over to Jess' place had just rolled off his tongue without a second thought.


Though Scott doesn't respond, Hope's words don't fall on deaf ears. Scott knows. He knows that even though he'd never felt lower in his life, that people around him still cared. Even though in his mind he didn't think it was worth living right now, somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew that there was a reason to go on. There was light under that door... that could only mean that something better really did exist.

Realizing that Hope had walked around to be in front of him, he raises his eyes just enough that he could see her own, and searches her face for a moment. Why did she care? What made someone like her want to help someone like him?

Even though he suddenly shuts down, unwilling to be open anymore for now, his eye seems to glimpse something more, almost like a realization of something he hadn't noticed before. An ever-so-slight grin curls the very corner of his mouth. "Next time I come..." He hesitates. "Can I take your picture? You're very photogenic."

Hope

Looking up quickly at Rocky's comment Jess locks eyes with him for a moment. She wasnt to sure but his comment made her wonder that he new about her more than she thought but how? Jess felt a bit at easy yet a bit uptight not even sure how Rocky new. Seeing the look on his fae and the smile though made her feel better that even though he new about he past it still did not bother him.
Still it bothered her, maybe she had yet to come to terms with it, or maybe it was just the shame she felt that haunted her still.

Looking down at her plate once again after Rocky's comment she is silent for a long moment. The look in her eyes was almost empty as if longing for something that just wasnt there. There was a feeling missing, an emotion that just was not known. Thinking for a long moment Jess finally looks up at Rocky again. A look of sadness, empty, and lonlyness pass through her eyes for only a bref moment as she replys.

"I, dont have any special spots I like to go, and I..like to play cards, but I havent played in a while. Other than that I work, come home..and thats it. Yesterday was the first time I ever had someone over to my house to just hang out that wasnt a boyfriend. I dont really have any friends."

Hope falls silent as her eyes follow Scott around the room. Listing to what he was saying Hope was glad he was opening up, but it stung even her to hear the words he said. So much he had bene through, so much pain...and all he was harboring inside. Hope new Scott must feel so alone in the world and lost.

As Scott sits down again Hope looks down at the pictures once more and than back up at her pashent.

"You are lucky to be alive Scott and that counts for something right? I know some days it feels like you wish you wernt alive but you have so many people who love you and care about you and a VERY happy that they still have more time with you."

Drawing silent again Hope searchs Scott's eyes.How she wanted to help him so bad and wish she could do more than she was.

"Even if you dont think so, you are a wonderful and smart person. Don't let them win this one. So far I have enjoyed getting to know you. I can only imagen how those who have known you longer must care for you. You might feel alone but your not. Your friends, and the people who care are with in your reach, you just need to find the curage to take the first step again to open the door holding the light."

Standing Hope walks to the front of her desk and leans on it for a moment before squating down in front of Scott.

"The path lays infront of you Scott. I am simply here to help you along the way.With out even relizing it you have started to take the steps already, and even though they are small they are apart of the big picture and I am so proud of you."

Hope offers Scott a soft smile.

Unfolding

Clint musters up the best reassuring smile he can for Wendy. "Don't think twice about me being tired, alright? I'm just fine."

He gives her a little squeeze. "Yes... we do have the rest of our lives together, and I'm very much looking forward to it."

Leaning down he gives her a tender kiss. "No matter what happens, we have each other."

Finally he withdraws, even though he doesn't want to. "I need to keep working on that engine... If you need anything juts let me know, okay?"


Rocky keeps his gaze on Jess as she talks, truly interested in every word she said. As she allowed him any questions, he just studies her for a moment. An uneasiness had risen - one that hadn't been there before he'd asked her about herself.

"I just want to know what makes you you today, Jess," he responds. His voice is gentle...almost reassuring for some reason - as if he knew more than he had let on. The corner of his mouth upturns slightly, proving no displeasure. "You don't have to be afraid of the past - I'm certainly not." It was suddenly clear that he knew. Somehow he knew about Jess' immediate past.

Interrupted by the waitress again, it's several minutes before Rocky revisits their conversation, but he moves on as if there had never been a break. "Boring or not, you have to do something for fun," he prompts. "What do you like to get out and do? Where are your favorite spots to go?"


Scott can't help the brief look of surprise when Hope asks to keep some of the pictures and he just shrugs. "I don't care," he answers. "There's no reason for me to keep them."

Still quiet, he almost doesn't seem to hear Hope ask how he is. But finally he stands up, wandering back to the window he'd been drawn to the last time he'd been here. How was he? "I'm tired and sick to my stomach," he finally replies.

After a moment, he turns around, leaning his back against the wall beside the window and finally looking at Hope. "Not much different than any other day after another night of nightmares. I've come to expect nothing more."

He turns back around, his eyes seeing his own reflection in the glass. Slowly, his hair was getting a little longer. The markings on his face from the beatings were receding. If he weren't so gaunt, he might almost recognize himself.

"They didn't even plan on taking me, you know..." He had no idea why he was talking about this. She hadn't asked. He still hadn't even told anyone the whole story, or even written up the report he'd been asked to. But he was so tired of reliving it every night. Every night, the whole thing played through his mind over and over again. The images were a horror he despised.

His voice is so quiet, one would have to strain to understand. "The Agency watches everyone... all the time. I wasn't supposed to live through that explosion. I should have died."

He sees it again as if it had just happened yesterday. He could still hear the desperate voices of his team over the mic, urging him to get out of the house. "I tried to get out." His eyes have lost their life and he stares into nothingness. "There was someone who had already been shot... he was dead... blood everywhere."

Scott swallows hard. "I couldn't get out.... the house was locked down. But I remembered a passageway in the basement I'd see in the blueprints. I almost made it. The pressure from the bomb sent me in the rest of the way. When I woke up, my left eye's sight was gone - it had been a piece of debris. I don't know how long I'd been in there... but I crawled the rest of the way until I came out at the other end. It was several blocks away in an empty lot. I didn't know what was going on, so when someone offered to help, I didn't refuse. I blacked out. I didn't know it was the Agency. By the time I woke up, we were halfway to...their setup. And it was too late...I couldn't escape."

The rest was too horrific for him to want to talk about. It still hurt too much. It still frightened him too much. He had seen so much and experienced so much that it made him sick just thinking about it. Scott just stands, a picture of sheer despair of one who had given up all hope... of one whose fight was completely gone.

Eventually he turns back around to wander back to Hope's desk. Reaching down, he finds the picture of the broken mirror and picks it up, just looking at it. He sets it back down, then once more sits on the edge of a chair, his head hanging.

How are u

Wrapping her own arms around Clint Wendy nuzzles her face into his shoulder. Some might think she was strange for even bothering to hug him when he looked and smelled like grease, but to Wendy it was almost a comfort. Knowing he was close, and smelling him was almost soothing to her and she didnt mind it a bit.

" I know you do, and I love you very much as well. I know your so tired all the time, and this is all alot of stress on you. So I try not to worry about it to much. We have the rest of our lifes together right. So I figured a little sacrifice now is ok."

Wendy is silent for a moment as many things run through her mind. Moving her head just a little Wendy looks Clint in the eyes giving a smile.

"Thank you Clint."

Drinking her eat and taking a few bits of food here and there Jess listens as Rocky talk a little about himself. As the questions turns to her Jess can feel herself become a little bit nervouse. She still wasn't use to shearing her story with many people. But keeping her cool Jess knows that sooner or later this question would of come up.

Giving a grin Jess voice is laced with a bit of humor as she replys to Rocky.

"Well I dont know much about Jemmm Ferchen but...I do know a little about Jessica Fisher."

Jess cant help but chuckle again taking another sip of her tea.

"My life is pretty boring. You know where I work, I come home...dont really have any friends I had out with. I use to date Carson, I met Axel, met you...work and go home. Life is pretty boring for me now. But I dont mind to much."

Jess hopes maybe that will satisfy Rocky for now without giving to many details on her past. Jess didnt know why but talking about it still made her a bit uneasy though sooner or later she would tell him.

"Lets see...what alse would you like to know?"

Hope listens to Scott as he describes the pictures taking in his every word. How he described the pictures was so deep and for a moment Hope could see maybe a glimps of who the real Scott was.

Waiting for him to finish talking Hope smiles and looks up at him. A glint of amazment in her eyes.

"You have quite an eye I can tell you that. These could pass as being done by a perfeshinel. Do you mine if I keep a few to hang on my wall?"

Hope continues to offer Scott her friendly smile. All she wanted was him to feel comfrotable. Talking would come naturly once he was.

Waiting before she continues again she looks down at the picture of the light under the door, the bars on a window and the smashed merror. The pictures said more than one would think.

"How have you been today Scott?"

Beauty

Clint finally smiles down at Wendy, moving one hand to cradle her face. Pulling her up out of her chair, he wraps his arms around her in a strong hug.

"I love you... you know that, don't you?" He leans back to see her face, his arms still around her. "I... I'm sorry I haven't been great company lately.

He bends to rest his forehead against hers. "I'll try harder to be here for you, okay?"


Rocky can't help but laugh as he shakes his head. "Ah, but my punctuality has nothing to do with extenuating circumstances. I am always on time. It's my vehicle that arrives late."

Tossing her a wink, he takes a sip of his water. "Never thought I'd be back in the grind of things like this after traveling with the band. But... I think I like it." He shrugs. "Not that sitting in a delivery truck and running like the dickens all day is my ideal for a job, but... it's not that bad. This is home... can't help but like it."

He cocks her head. "Enough about me though. I want to know more about Jemmm Ferchen."


Scott leans forward a little to see the pictures that Hope had separated from the others. He looks at them for a minute before shrugging and sitting back again, reaching up to rub his blind eye without even realizing it. "I don't know."

He's silent for several long moments. While some might just think he's sitting without a thought at all, those watching closely would be able to tell that his lack of body movement did not signal a lack of thinking - his mind was indeed working, and at a level that most people wouldn't even comprehend. He understood perfectly well about the pictures and Hope's methods. It wasn't a foreign concept, nor was it something he questioned - he was intelligent enough to figure it out, even if he wasn't allowing himself to let his thoughts show.

Finally though, he stands up, taking a step to Hope's desk. Looking down at the three chosen pictures, he points to the one of Misty first, his thin finger mapping it out.

"She's walking away from me," he explains quietly. "Leaving. She has a goal... a destination. But all that's left for me are shadows because..."

Scott stops. He might be able to pretend that he had no idea why he'd taken the pictures. In reality, he really had just taken them on the spur of the moment. But he couldn't fool himself. He knew good and well why he'd taken each one. "...because I'm just standing still," he finally finishes.

Moving to the next, his finger touches the one of the tree branches. "There's light up there... somewhere." The sun could barely break through the limbs. "But it's a tangled mess to get there... a maze... the tree won't open up on its own. If you want to see the light... you'd have to climb higher and higher until all the branches were behind you and you were looking at the sun full in the face, soaking in the warmth, and celebrating the triumph of making it to the top."

He suddenly stops again, his eyes still refusing to meet Hope's. A bit of color comes to his face as he realizes how much he'd just said.

Quickly he gestures to the last picture. "It is beauty. It sits alone... overlooked... forgotten... but it's there, sitting quietly... waiting to be picked up by someone who cares."

Swallowing hard, Scott backs up and sits back down in the chair, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

Captured

Putting her arms around Jason Katie returns his kiss. Her mind falling silent for a moment as she just takes in the moment. Than finally it starts back up again.

Half teasing and half meaning it Katie gives a small chuckle.

Yeah it does just don't let it go to your head.

Finally pulling away Kaite just smiles at Jason for a moment trying to put her mind to rest. Everything would work out right? She would just have to have faith in him. He never let her down before, and she always had turn in him. This was not the time to start losing it.

"Mmmm...lunch sounds good."

Smiling back at Rocky Jess face lights up with a bit of color. She couldnt help it, it was something that just happend alot more recently.

"I am doing ok. Work wasnt as busy as I though it was going to be, hence why I am here and the back roads arnt so bad at this time of day so I didnt have to deal with any of the people."

Taking a sip of her tea Jess is silent for a moment just taking in the sounds around her. A small grin forms on her lips.

"So, I though being a delivery man you would know how to get places on time?"

Jess cant help the chuckle that escaps her lips. Thinking about it she really did know much about Rocky to be able to talk with him about much more than just work. Maybe after today she would know a little more.

Looking up from her desk Hope smiles as she see Scott. It was good to see him again and nice that he came back. She had hoped he would for his own sake.

"Afternoon Scott. How are you feeling today?"

Seeing the envilop in Scott's hand Hope's face lights up. It was good to know that Scott had found the inshitive to go out, and do something other than sit inside all day. She had hoped he would, not only was it something he loves that helped open him up without even saying any words, but it help him feel a tad bit comfortable with getting some fresh air.

Gently taking the envilop from Scott Hope pulls out the pictures. Flipping through them Hope's nods her head and smiles finding each over very intersting and the moment of the picture captured to perfection. Scott had a great eye for pictures that Hope noticed. A few of her own conclutions were drawn from the pictures but she wanted Scott to tell her more.

Laying the photo's in front of her Hope studys them again for a moment before finally looking up to Scott. Pointing to the picture of the young woman and then the picture of the tree branches intertwining together, than the rose Hope questions.

"These pictures , what do there represent to you? Why did you capture them in time?"

Feeling Clint's hands on her shoulders Wendy can't help the smile that forms on her face. No matter what, and now matter how much she was scaired without her mom around Clint did make her feel better when he was around.

Putting her hand on top of his Wendy is silent for a moment. There really was nothing anyone could do. She had to deal with this and work through it the best way she could.

"How about a hug? Your good at those and I could use one!"

Wendy smiles up at Clint. The tired lines under his eyes showing. Wendy had felt bad that Clint wasnt sleeping well latly. It was hard, it was hard for them both but Wendy felt more sorry for him than she did herself.

Lunches

Jason nods a little to Katie, knowing that this was something that couldn't be, and shouldn't be kept a secret. "Yeah... I'll tell everybody. I just want to let it sink in first. Get my head on straight. No use in starting out on the wrong foot."

As Katie comes around to rub his shoulders, for the first time in a long time, he relaxes, leaning back against her. There was so much turmoil going on inside of him. So much confusion. So much pain and anger he had yet to let go of. But right now... for just a few moments... there was some relief.

Grinning at her comment, Jason swivels around to pull Katie into his lap and lean his forehead against hers, looking he in the eye. Humor danced.

"You, take orders from me? That'd be the day." He laughs softly. "You telling me what to do is more like it."

Knowing there was probably a smart remark coming, he gives her a quick kiss instead to keep her silent.

Jason Stevenson, Elite Chief. Kinda has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Pulling back, he sighs, though a strange determination has formed, with an edge that one might sense as pride... perhaps a haughty pride though. "Austin thinks I can't handle this - otherwise he wouldn't have just thrown it at me like this. But I'll show him... I can do more than he thinks I can... I'm stronger than he thinks I am... I'm not the same little boy anymore. I should take advantage of this development, not let it scare me."

He nods to seal his decision. "Now, as for you..." Jason stands up, letting Katie slide off his lap. "How would you like to be the first to have lunch with the chief, hmm?"


Rocky slips into the Chinese restaurant and is greeted by a waitress. He's just about ready to go to a new table, when he spots Jess. A smile comes, and he tells the waitress he's with somebody.

Arriving at the table, Rocky slides in across from Jess and takes off his baseball cap, running a hand through his hair. "You're pretty and punctual," he teases. "That makes a good combination, but makes me look bad."

Interrupted, he orders a glass of water to drink, then looks back to Jess. "So after almost getting attacked by a dog, cut off by a stupid driver, stuck behind a slow-moving vehicle and got yelled at because someone thought their package should have arrived sooner... I think I'm ready for lunch."

His eyes dance teasingly. "How about you?"


Scott approaches Hope's desk, a small packet of pictures clutched tightly in his hands. He'd been a few minutes late for his appointment after his stop with Rick had taken longer than he'd thought it would. Being allowed to simply go into Hope's office instead of waiting, he'd been hesitant, but had gone in bravely, unsure what this session would bring.

Clearing his throat, he stands awkwardly for a moment, reaching up to push his glasses up farther on his nose. At least today he could see things a little better with his one eye.

"Hi," he greets quietly. His eyes don't settle on Hope's face. "I, um... took some pictures like... like you wanted.

Opening up the envelope, he pulls out several pictures and set them down on her desk. That had been his sole purpose for coming again. He'd set out with a goal, accomplished it, and now was presenting it to Hope. He wasn't sure what she really wanted from them, so he simply remains quiet.

Retreating, he sinks down onto the edge a chair, folding his hands in his lap and keeping his eyes busy with studying the floor or walls.

The pictures had been taken with black and white film. The first appeared to be either a sunset or a sunrise, light just barely peeking up above the horizon. Long shadows were drawn from the trees, darkening the scene.

Another picture illustrated a young woman, some would recognize as Misty. Her back turned, she walked away from the camera, her hair blowing in the wind, her own shadow going before her.

Another snapshot was simply of a closed door. It was dark, but light was shining from underneath the door, spreading a soft glow to the foot of the picture.

The next photo was one of a small window, appearing to be one up high near the ceiling - a short one, signaling that it might be from a basement. Bars kept the panes safe from being opened. The room was dark, while light awaited outside, beyond reach.

After that, was the image of a rose. It sat alone on someone's desk, brought into clear focus while the background remained blurred. Its petals were soft, almost reflecting the light, standing out as a beautiful portrait of the delicate strength it represented.

A picture of an empty parking lot came next. It evoked the feeling of emptiness, a lonely scene as a leaf blew past the barren ground.

Next was a photo that one might have trouble figuring out. But soon it would become clear that it was a shot of a tree, from the angle of one lying on their back and looking up through the branches that created a gnarled web, the sun just barely peeking through the tangled limbs.

Last was the picture of a broken mirror. The shattered, angled fragments revealed the weary photographer in pieces, multiplied by each slice of glass, but never seen in whole.

Scott fidgets in his seat. He hadn't thought a whole lot about the pictures he'd taken, but was a little leery of someone dissecting them. He was a might leery about being here again at all, though this time he hadn't balked as much, proving he really did want to try, even if he was scared.


Axel sighs a little and leans back in his seat at the pizza place. He glanced at his watch. It was a little later than he normally ate, but he'd hung out at the shop for a while longer this morning before finally venturing out to the small restaurant. The smell of pepperoni and tomato sauce wafted through the air. He'd had enough to eat already though. Several slices had been plenty, and now he was just passing the time.

Taking another sip of water, he waits, unsure if he should stay any longer or not. There was a feeling of disappointment that he was trying to shove aside. He'd already rolled his eyes at himself over it, because it was his own fault. He'd made an assumption that he shouldn't have, and had taken a statement for granted. He should have called first. And he certainly shouldn't have assumed he was so important that the casual remark hadn't been any more than that - a casual remark.

"Maybe tomorrow I can see a double rainbow at lunch. I heard that pizza place down the road is not too bad."

Oh well. His mistake. It wasn't the first time. He didn't like it that it bothered him though - it shouldn't. There was no reason for it to when it was his own silly fault for assuming things.

Standing, he grabs the bill to go pay. Next it was a quick walk back to the shop. He'd be getting his car at about two o'clock, so he at least needed to be back for that.


Clint works in the engine of a car, growing more and more frustrated with a part that he couldn't take out. His wrench slips and his hand gets jammed in a small space, sending pain through his fingers.

Letting out a wail, he withdraws quickly, his tool clattering to the floor. Muttering under his breath, he wipes the sweat from his brow. He was so tired... he couldn't concentrate on anything. He had a splitting headache and all he wanted to do was go crawl into bed. The lack of sleep was getting to him, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Signing, Clint heads for the office to wash the welt on his hand that had started to bleed. Stepping inside, he's surprised to see Wendy. He hadn't seen or heard her come in. Of course... he was so tired, he wasn't paying that much attention to anything at the moment.

Just standing a moment, he watches her quietly, his shoulders dropping slightly. He knew she hadn't been feeling well. He knew she was scared without her mom around. It was all his fault.

He wipes the small amount of blood off onto his jeans and ambles up behind Wendy, setting his hands on her shoulders to give her a gentle massage. "Hey you," he greets quietly. He leans down to give the top of her head a kiss. "Can I do anything for you?"

How many?

Not even being able to answer before Rocky is out the door Jess just shakes her head. She didn't even know if she would have time to go to lunch today or not, but obviously Rocky didn't want to wait and hear no as the answer.

Shaking her head the smile lingers on Jess face. It was a nice break in the day to see a friendly face and if she could find the time for lunch she would replay Rocky by meeting him. Getting back work Jess cant help the tiny bit of brightness that was left on her face.

The smile stays on Katie face though in the moment she had being a little excited about now having TJY back to normal a suddon worry came over her. Not that Jason wouldnt be a good leader but a worry that maybe...maybe she wasnt even sure but something didnt feel right. It felt almost as if the storm cloude was looming stuff collecting what it needed before it broke.

"No, I dont think anyone will throw you to the wolfs at all. But I do think they have a right to know."

Giving a small sigh Katie straghtens in the chair she had clamed at her own. Just stairing at the floor for a moment before looking up again and meeting Jason's eyes.

"Ok, I wont tell anyone yet but don't wait to long before you do tell them. It sure would be nice to have Reese and Ty back. Even if Reese is a pain in the butt sometimes. I know you will do whats right and will make a good leader."

Standing Katie walks over to Jason and gently places her hands on his shoulders as she gently rubs them. A small chuckle escaping her lips.

"I don't believe I am going to be taking orders from you now. Who would of thunk."

Entering the tiny Chinese restront Jess looks around for a moment to see if Rocky was there yet.
The rest of her morning had gone pretty smoothly. It wasnt as busy as Jess though it would of been today but she didnt mind much, the slow time was what gave her the chanse to be at lunch right now.

"How many?"

A woman startles Jess breaking her from her train out though but quickly smiles at her than looks back to all the people scaning the face once more. Not seeing Rocky yet she decieds it couldnt hurt to find a table and wait.

"Two but my friend is not here yet."

Giving a nod the waitress mostions for Jess to follow taking her across the restront floor and to a booth in the back.

"Can I get you something to drink while you wait?"

Sliding into the booth Jess starts to take her jacket off replying to the woman.

"Yes please some hot tea would be nice."

Once the woman walks away Jess glances at the door once more and than waits looking down at her placemate reading what was on it.

Slowly making her way into the shop Wendy slips into the office for the most part unoticed. Her body acked, she had gotten sick the morning, all she wanted to do was sleep..today was not her morning and she new that it was only going to get worse before it got better. Not to mention not having her mom around the ranch in case something happend frightend her just a little. It had been a while since she started stay at the ranch all the time now, and she had gotten use to the normal day in and day out ruteen. Knowing her mom was always just footsteps away if she needed she was a comefort. But now she was so far away and Wendy couldnt help but worry.
Wendy could only hope that keeping herself busy with work would put her mind at ease and make time move faster.

Mountain dew

Rocky’s eyebrows lift just a little at Jess’ remark about not going out to lunch with the delivery man, and for just a moment, he believes her until he sees her trying to hide her smile.

Leaning against the desk, he folds his arms across his chest and waits until she looks up again. Her mention of a rock star makes him laugh. “Well, I don’t see any rock star around here.” He looks over his shoulder as if making sure. “But if you don’t mind me as a substitute…”

His smile is aimed at her. “Chinese buffet… at noon.” The beeper on his belt goes off, and he looks at it quickly. “In the meantime, I gotta scoot. I expect to see you there.”

He throws Jess a wink before heading out the door.


Jason stares at Katie, letting her suggestions sink in. And at first, it sounds great. But then something else appears in his mind, and he stops himself from getting too excited.

“I don’t know, Katie, I mean… maybe I need to think about these things first, ya know? I don’t think anybody is gonna throw me to the wolves when they find out what happened here, but… I think maybe I should be a little more cautious about things. Maybe sit on it a while.”

An old pride had suddenly emerged through the other emotions. It was an old feeling that had at one time driven him to excel and driven him towards the ultimate goal of leadership. He’d settled eventually, satisfied with his other roles. But today… today that old goal had been handed to him free and clear. There were things even Reese had done that Jason hadn’t liked. Could he now change those things? Wouldn’t bringing Reese back just complicate things? A part of Jason wanted to see if he could do this on his own first. He liked Reese, but he wasn’t sure he’d like all the free advice that would come along with rehiring him.

Jason’s eyes suddenly meet Katie’s again, and he knew that these thoughts and feelings had seeped out. He didn’t mean them to be bad, or arrogant… they were just what he felt, and he didn’t want to be too hasty in making decisions.

“I… I don’t want to tell everybody yet. I want to think first.”


Carson enters the Mom and Pops kitchen quickly, out of breath from hurrying in through the back. “Sorry I’m late, Herb,” he apologizes. It had been quite a while since he’d been late, so he knew he’d be forgiven this morning. He hadn’t needed to be here early, but he was still a good hour late.

Throwing on his apron, he tries to get his bearings. It looked like a busy morning. His mind is tired though, and it’s hard to concentrate. The night had been long. After finally getting to bed, his mind hadn’t wanted to shut down. Thoughts were of the holdup, and of the words Axel had spoken to him.

The mess in the front still bothered him. Though the plastic over the window didn’t seem to bother customers any or slow them down. And at least this time it wasn’t his fault. And at least Herb hadn’t seemed worked up over it.

But really, that whole situation wasn’t nearly as troublesome as what Axel had said to him. Had Axel been right? And even if he had been, what did it mean?

A small pang hits Carson’s heart. A longing stirred – one that he’d succeeded in thwarting… one that he’d succeeded in burying deeply enough that it would quit bothering him. But now… now he questioned everything.

He pauses a moment while chopping peppers. He’d meant to call Misty this morning, but had forgotten in his mad rush to get here. Maybe he’d call her for lunch. Or maybe… he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore.


Kyle sits on the park bench, bent with his elbows resting on his knees. He should go home. But he didn’t want to. He should be out searching, but he had no motivation. After five years… after building up trust and a good reputation… after earning his way up to management… this morning felt like more than a slap to the face. It was more than a hit to his ego.


Phil runs a comb through his hair, and heads for the answering machine. He’d heard the phone ring a few minutes ago, but had been in the shower. Hitting the play button, he waits, then is confused as he hears the male voice for Kyle. It was Shane. But… what did he want? Phil didn’t know their old friend had been hanging out with Kyle at all, but… He lifts his eyebrows at the mention of “tonight’s workout.” Then it hits him. Shane used to do karate. The pieces suddenly begin to fall into place. Kyle hadn’t been with Rocky all these late nights. He’d obviously been physically active. But… he hadn’t taken an interest in karate since he’d been a kid, and even then, it hadn’t been all that serious. Why this, why now?

He shrugs and leaves the message for Kyle. His brother had been quiet and evasive lately. It was odd, but… who was he to stick his nose in? His questioning had only led to arguments thus far.


Finally arriving home, Kyle walks in the door and simply heads to the living room, sinking down into the couch, not even bothering to take off his jacket.

Phil is just ready to head out for the lumberyard, but stops, looking at the clock. “Kyle?” He himself was heading in for a later shift than normal, but Kyle was supposed to be at the Pizza Box right now. “Kyle, what are you doing home?”

Kyle leans his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “I’m sitting on the couch. What does it look like I’m doing?”

Phil frowns. “Why aren’t you at work? Off early?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Phil doesn’t trust his brother’s tone. “What do you mean?”

“I got fired, alright?”

Phil’s jaw drops. “What? Why? What happened?”

“Somebody stole some cash. Nothing could be proved. No one came forward. It was either me or the other guy, so we both got sacked.”

“Aw, Kyle.” Phil was genuinely sorry. His brother had held that job for quite a while. But faithfulness meant nothing to new management. “Now what?”

Kyle shrugs lamely. “They’re not pressing charges, so… I guess I find another job.”

Phil sighs deeply and eases down across from his brother, forgetting about his own work right now. It could wait. This was more important. “So you’re with two bands now, you quit the worship team at church, you’ve picked up karate again…”

Kyle lifts his eyes. “Figured it out, huh?”

“Yeah.” For the first time in a long time, Phil felt the opening to talk. Perhaps it was because Kyle was low from losing his job. “What’s really going on? Why all the changes?”

Kyle shrugs again. “Just… looking for something different I guess. Trying to get out of the same old mold.”

“I get that. But why all the secrecy?”

Kyle lets silence fill the gap for several seconds. “Guess I just wanted to do things on my own terms. I’m me… I do the things I want to do, and quit worrying about other people’s opinions or criticisms.”

Phil frowns. “I’m sorry you feel that way about me… and Jen… and Mike… and Jason.”

Kyle sighs. “I didn’t mean it was your fault. I just… I don’t know. I was wrong, and I’m sorry.” He gets to his feet, taking off his jacket. “Now I need to look for a job.”

Phil’s window of opportunity was gone. “You be alright?”

Kyle lets out a laugh. “As if I’m the first person to ever lost his job.” He smirks. “I’m fine. You better go though, or you’re going to be out of a job too.”

“You sure you’re alright?”

Kyle approaches his brother, leaning down to look him closely in the eye. “Phil Mitts… I am fine.” Humor sparks in his eyes. “Don’t make me wrestle you to prove it, because I’ll win.”

Phil relents and laughs, shaking his head. “Do you ever settle down?”

“Nope.” Kyle straightens and bounds into the kitchen. “But I do need some mountain dew to help me through!” He skids to a stop in front of the refrigerator. “Hey… that rhymes. Phil! I got our next new song!”

Phil rolls his eyes and heads for the door. “Great, Kyle. Don’t take too much sugar, alright? I want this place in one piece when I get back.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Kyle holds the fridge door open, until he hears Phil leave. But once alone, he lets the door fall shut, his shoulders dropping again. Instead of getting on the internet, or looking a the paper for jobs, he goes to his room and flops down on his bed.

Rock Star

Hearing about the new developments is almost like a ton of bricks to Katie. Slowly moving to one of the chairs Katie sinks down almost stunned. This had happend so fast and non of it made sence. Looking into Jason's eyes Katie trys to look for answers but comes up with nothing.

"Your...in charge?"

Katie lets the information sink in for a moment before saying anything alse. So much could change again.

"J do you know what this means? We can higher Reese and Ty back again. No one has to worry about getting fired. J...things can go back to normal. We can fix things."

A big smile spreads across Katie's face as she thinks about everything. About how less stressful things will become again.

"First thing first I think we should tell everyone whats going on."

Giving a smile Jess shakes her head. Rocky certinly did have a good sence of humor she did have to give him that.

"Yeah I could see how a nice day can help. Though I wouldnt know, I was here at 5 am this morning and it was a bit cold than."

At Rocky's invatation a small sassy smile forms on her lips. Lunch would be intresting and might even be fun. Though she couldnt give in so quick, she wanted to make him think a little first.

"Well I am not so sure about lunch. Its not normal for me to go out with the delivery men."

Looking back down at her paper work another smile forms on her lips though she trys to keep a straght face. Looking up again her eyes meet Rockys as her own softness lays behind them in a misterous mannor.

"But a certn rock star...I might be intersted in having lunch with him."

Better

Jason is still sitting behind Austin’s desk when Katie comes in. He looks up at her, his eyes searching for anything that made sense.

“I…I don’t know,” he answers lamely. For a few moments, his shock overrides the other emotions he’s feeling. He was too confused right now to be angry. "I..."

He blinks and just stares up at Katie. "How did... what...." He tries to clear his mind. "I'm in charge of the Elite." His own tone indicates the confusion, and amazement that he was suddenly in this position.

"I'm... in control? Chief?" He pauses again, thinking. "What... I mean... holy cow, Katie."

Despite the tenseness, a bit of humor slips through. "Guess I can change the rules about making it to work early every day."

He tries to laugh a little, but then just shakes his head. "What do I do?"


Rocky chuckles and takes the small clipboard back. "Well, my day is going w..." His voice trails off and he quirks his eyebrow as he stares at Jess' signature. "I take back what I said. I really did forget your name. This says Jemmmm Ferchen..."

Looking back at her, he grins, the humor twinkling in his eyes. "My day is going just fine. The weather is nice out there, so that helps."

Pausing for just a moment, he cocks his head. "It would be going even better if you agreed to meet me for lunch."