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Re: New Beginnings [message #2348 is a reply to message #2347] Mon, 30 July 2012 22:57 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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New Zealand, outside of Christchurch, after 11 am .. .

As Gordon drove the car down route 75, Aaron glanced through the pamphlet for Dale Scenic Cruises. Other than what Gordon had told him about the dolphin cruise, the teen wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. The opportunity to swim with dolphins had sounded like an adventure, though. Now, to pass some time on the hour and a half drive from the airport to Akaroa's main wharf, he decided to look through the pamphlet Gordon had gotten with his gift certificate.

"So, Coach, have you actually read this pamphlet?"

"Not really," Gordon replied. "I looked at the important stuff -- the schedule, directions, and the section labeled 'Information You Need To Know Before Arriving'. The pictures are pretty cool, too."

Aaron smiled at the last comment. The two were quiet for a bit before Aaron spoke up again.

"It says here that Dale Scenic cruises was started thirty-nine years ago by Anthony Dale, Sr. They only had one catamaran when it first opened and they did four scenic cruises of the harbor a day. Now they have a six boat fleet: two devoted just to the swimming with dolphin trip we're going on. Two others do scenic cruises; one does lunch and dinner cruises, and the sixth boat is devoted to charters or a back-up vessel."

"Sounds like a very enterprising family," Gordon commented.

"Maybe I should mention the meal cruises to my Dad. He's been trying to find somewhere to take Mom for Valentine's Day."

"Well, that's one thing I don't need to worry about this year. Other than it's my birthday, it's not going to be a special day for me. I kind of envy Virgil right now."

"I don't see what the big deal is about Valentine's Day is anyway."

"Give it some time, kiddo. When you find the right girl you'll get it," Gordon said slyly.

"I plan on staying single, thank-you very much."

"Sure," Gordon said, dragging out the one syllable word. He remembered going through a stage like that himself, however he had been younger than Aaron when that had changed.

"The pamphlet says that in the past couple of seasons they've had successful swims with the dolphins on eighty-three percent of their trips. Sounds like we should have a fairly good chance at actually swimming with the animals, huh?"

"Yeah, it does," Gordon said, trying not to laugh at Aaron's sudden change of the subject.

Aaron finished browsing through the pamphlet, mentioning a few other things to Gordon. After he had finished with it, he put the brochure into the glove compartment and turned his attention to the passing scenery.

Upon reaching Akaroa, Gordon didn't have much trouble finding the place; the company's name was painted on a dolphin-shaped sign which sat on top of a azure blue building. The unconventional sign and painting made the place stand out from the other businesses around it.

Gordon easily found a parking place and the two of them headed toward the building. Once inside, it didn't take them long to figure out where to go. They joined the others going on the same cruise in a room with folding chairs set up in rows. Gordon and Aaron found seats in the back.




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A gentle breeze was blowing in off the sea as Dominic and Luke took a stroll along the beach. Rommel was trotting along a few paces in front of them. Joshua had one hand securely placed on the soft fur of the dog's side. Rom set the pace for the little excursion, and Dom was glad. Luke didn't look too good.

"How're you feeling?" he asked.

Luke smiled wearily at Dom and shrugged.

"I'm bone weary," he answered. "Not that I really thought I would feel differently. You don't feel top-notch after being shot in the back, straight through the lung."

"I'll bet," Dom said in a voice that was strained with an attempt at normality.

The small group continued on a little further until Luke signalled that he needed to sit down. Immediately Rommel returned to his master's side, his tall ears folding downwards and his brow pulling back.

"I'm okay, boy," Luke said as he settled himself on a boulder.

The rock was warm from the midday sun, and Rommel sat down by Luke's legs, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth as he gently panted. Seeing this, Joshua decided to sit by the dog's side and stick his own pink tongue out. Luke chuckled and ruffled the little boy's blond hair, but as he did so Rommel looked up with his head cocked to one side.

"Here," Dominic said, and slowly reached out to pet the dog's head.

Luke chuckled again.

"I think that's the first time you've ever petted him," he said.

Dom's fingers relaxed as he rubbed them over Rommel's soft fur.

"Maybe dogs aren't so bad after all," he said. "Or maybe I'm just making an exception for this mutt."

Luke shifted a little and made room for Dom to sit down beside him. The rock was one of the larger boulders by the shore, brought down by volcanic activity many millennia before. Dominic sat and placed his ever-present bag in between them, pulling out some strong sunscreen. He brushed some errant sand from Joshua's pale arms and sprayed the liquid over them. Joshua frowned.

"I don't like it!" he complained.

"Well, you wouldn't like melanoma either, so sit still."

Joshua's little brow creased.

"What's melon-coma?"

The two men laughed, and Joshua couldn't help but join in after a moment's confusion.

"You're a pistol," Luke said to him.

"Bang, bang! Pistol!"

Joshua ran a little way out onto the beach, causing Dom to splutter with annoyance. As he saw the little boy make his hands into the shape of guns, he hung his head. Luke saw his hands tremble. He watched as the man's demeanour changed completely, the veiled normality sloughing away like melting snow. Luke felt a pang in his chest and shifted around carefully. What is this all about? he thought, but before he had the chance to ask, Dominic began to answer.

"You know," the dark haired man said, sniffing sharply and hiding his eyes underneath his hands, "I felt like throwing up when I found out you'd been shot," he said, letting the bottle fall out of his hands. "I couldn't believe it. When I heard where you'd been hit, it was even worse -- all I could think about was that your heart could be damaged, and that... "

His voice trailed off as Joshua ran back over and turned his attention to Rommel. Luke signalled to the dog that it was okay to relax, and Rom allowed himself to be petted and even rolled over to give Josh access to his belly.

"I could see myself, you know, as part of the LifeFlight crew that pulled you out. I could see myself as the nurse assisting in the operation to remove the bullet, because I've done both in my time. Then we had the back-to-back rescues in November. When I had to body-bag fatalities, all I could see was your face on their bodies, even though I knew that you were going to recover." Dom stood up abruptly and paced away from the rock and back again. "It's been like that ever since."

"I'm back now," Luke said, stumbling over the words. He wasn't entirely sure where this was all coming from and where it was going. What he did know, however, was that he was becoming more and more worried for his friend. "You've had a shock recently; you're still mending yourself. And think about it: it's been two months since my accident, and I'm here. I'm fine." His mind flashed back to the memories of Roger and those words Luke had never expected to hear: 'You died, Luke.' He suppressed a shudder. "I've been really worried about you," he continued. "From that phone call, and even just from the way you were yesterday when we met, something's really wrong. And I don't think it's just because of the rescue. Something else is up. I'd like you to tell me."

"Don't, Luke."

"Don't what, Dom?"

"Don't ask."

"So there is something more, then."

"Please, Luke --"

"Dom, you've become a great friend of mine here, and I want to help you. Just spit it out. I'm not going to drop it because it's obviously something that's really bothering you."

"I don't want to ruin that friendship!" Dom snapped, but immediately his face paled and he turned away.

Luke narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"How could you ruin it?" he asked. "What, are you going to tell me you hate me or something?" he asked, trying to inject some mirth into the very heavy atmosphere.

"I could ruin it because I think -- dammit, I think I love you, Luke!"

"What?"

"There, I said it!" Dominic said, throwing his hands up into the air. Joshua looked up from where he had been digging a hole with Rom standing by, and Dom shook his head. "I've said it. God damn it, I haven't been able to get you out of my head for months! It's been killing me. I mean, maybe it's not love, but it's definitely more than just friendship. I don't know what it is!"

Luke gulped and stood up. Rommel trotted over to him. Joshua looked as if he was going to cry.

"Dom, I had no idea," he said.

"How could you?" Dom answered, visibly deflating. "You haven't been here. No one has any idea. I haven't said thing-one about it."

"I didn't even know you... swung my way."

Dominic reached out for his son and picked him up. Joshua buried his face in his father's neck.

"I don't think anyone does. I haven't talked about it to anyone. But yes, I'm bisexual. To be honest, I haven't really viewed myself as attracted to anyone since Josh's mother. She burned me so bad I vowed I'd never be with anyone ever again. I didn't even realise myself how I was starting to feel until what happened to you, and I realised I saw you as more than just... a friend."

There was a moment between them where the only sound was the wind and the waves, and Dominic turned away.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I guess I've just ruined our friendship," he said. "I can't say you'll want to be around me much. It'll be too awkward."

"Now hold up, Dominic," Luke said. "Look at me."

Reluctantly Dom turned back around, his eyes shining.

"Now, I'm not going to deny that this is all coming as a big shock," Luke said, spreading his hands in front of him. "But, and I want you to listen to me here and not disappear inside your own brain: it's not necessarily something that's a bad thing."

Dominic jiggled the little boy in his arms. His eyes widened in confusion.

"What?"

"Well, have you ever looked at yourself? You're a good looking guy. I've never thought about you in that way before because I never suspected that you walked on my side of the street, but... that doesn't mean I'm going to hate you because of how you feel. And it doesn't mean things need to be awkward. Maybe... maybe I'm happy about what you just said."

"Huh?"

"Maybe it's given me some food for thought. Some nice food."

"Gah?"

Luke couldn't help but chuckle at Dominic's slack jaw.

"I think I can see you brains dribbling out of your ears, guy," he said. "Come on, let's go and grab some lunch. We can talk more later."

"Mugh."

On that articulate note, the small party began to walk back up along the beach.




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Re: New Beginnings [message #2350 is a reply to message #2349] Mon, 30 July 2012 23:01 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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A little after 1pm, Akaroa Harbor . . .
"Wow, this place is awesome," Aaron commented as he leaned on the rail of the catamaran, taking in the view of the surrounding harbor.

"Yeah, the scenery is great," Gordon commented absently.

Aaron glanced over at his coach to find that he wasn't even looking out at the surrounding harbor. Gordon had his back to the vessel's rail, and was looking in the direction of something much closer. Aaron turned to follow his companions gaze. He found himself looking at their guide for the trip, Alysha. The brunette was currently talking to a couple of other passengers.

"I was talking more about the natural beauty of the place."

"Right there my friend is 'natural beauty," Gordon said. "Give it time and you'll know exactly what I mean."

Aaron said something under his breath that Gordon couldn't understand as he turned back around.

The two fell silent as the catamaran, skippered by Anthony Dale, continued heading out into Akaroa Harbor. So far, they hadn't come across any Hector dolphins but there was still plenty of time.

It was a ten-year-old kid who spotted one of the sea mammals first. "There's a dolphin!" the little boy called as he pointed toward one jumping out of the water.

As everyone on the vessel turned their attention in that direction, the captain came on the loudspeaker.

"Well, folks, I'll head the boat in the direction that our little scout has indicated. With any luck, the situation will be right for our swimmers to be able to join the Hector dolphins in their environment."

As the boat got closer, they found that there were actually three dolphins in the area. As there were no calves with the dolphins, the crew of the boat made the decision that it would be a good situation to attempt a swim.

"All right, I need all of the swimmers to listen up," Alysha called out, clapping her hands to get people's attention. "I'm going to go over the safety instructions you were given back at dock one more time before we proceed. Safety for our swimmers as well as the dolphins is our number one priority."

Those on board the catamaran listened intently as Alysha and Jonathan, the other guide, went through the safety guidelines again.



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About 2:15pm

"That was awesome!" Aaron exclaimed as he climbed out of the water and back onto the boat.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Kristin, the photographer for the trip, told him as she stood nearby in case any of the guests needed assistance.

"Definitely one Christmas present I'll never forget. I'll have to thank Alex and Tyler again when I get home," Gordon commented, as he climbed the ladder behind Aaron.

"Thanks for inviting me along, Coach."

"You're welcome," Gordon replied as the two of them moved away from the ladder to allow those behind them to climb on board. "This was definitely one of those things that experiencing it with someone else makes it all that much better."

The two of them headed for the cabin of the catamaran to get something to drink as they waited for the the trip back in to begin.

Around 3pm

After showering and dressing, Aaron headed back outside in search of Gordon. His coach had showered quickly and yelled to Aaron that he'd meet him outside.

He's probably taking another shot at getting Alysha's phone number, Aaron thought as he stepped out the front door of the main building. Gordon had spent most of the trip back in chatting with the brown-haired guide, who, though she had been polite, hadn't seemed all that interested in Gordon.

As Aaron looked around the premises, he sure enough spotted Gordon talking with the brunette. He debated whether he should go join him or wait elsewhere. The teen decided to head for the car and wait there.

As he walked in that direction, he glanced over at Gordon and Alysha trying to decide if his coach was having any better luck this time around. He noticed Gordon writing something down, using the clipboard and paper the guide had with her.

Aaron didn't have to wait long by the car before Gordon joined him.

"So did you get her number, Coach?" the teen asked.

"No," Gordon replied, as he hit the button to unlock the car doors. "However, she did agree to exchange internet chat names, so there is hope," he added, as he climbed in behind the wheel of the car. Wearing a satisfied smile, Gordon pulled the car out of the parking lot as he headed back toward Christchurch.



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Alysha Dale watched the young man, who had introduced himself a Gordon Tracy, walk away. This wasn't the first time that she had someone from a trip ask for her phone number. However, she had to admit, this was the first time that she found any interest in spending time with the person.

He certainly is cute, she thought, finally looking away from his retreating figure and down at her clipboard and the instant messenger and email address he had written down for her. Which is definitely a different tactic, she told herself. The guys usually asked for her number but never offered their own.

Gordon had come off as polite and charming. The brief conversation she had with him led her to believe he could be a fun person to spend time with. Still, Alysha had her doubts, a few which revolved around the young man's name.

The name Tracy was well known even in her small home village of Akaroa. She was suspicious enough to wonder if he was really who he said he was, or some guy dropping a name, hoping it would score him a date.

"That guy giving you a hard time, Sunshine?"

Alysha turned to look back in the direction of the boat. Her father, Anthony Dale, walked along the dock in her direction.

"Nothing I can't handle," she told him with a shrug of her shoulders.

Alysha had always had a close relationship with her father. She had been about five years old when she started tagging along with him at work. Like him, she loved not only the water but just being outdoors. For as long as she could remember, her goal had been to join her grandfather and father with the family business. The only stipulation they had ever imposed on her was that, if she wanted to be a part of the business, then she had to graduate from a university with a degree that was somehow relevant to their work. Due to her interest in nature and the environment they shared with so many creatures, she had chosen a major in biological sciences along with a minor in business.

"Good," he told her, patting her shoulder. "I want to check on things inside. Want to help Jon in making sure the boat's ready for the next cruise?"

"Sure, Dad," Alysha replied. As Anthony headed toward the main building, she turned and headed back to the boat.

When I get my regular duties done today, I think I'll do a little research, she thought to herself. If she checked the reservation records she could at least verify that there was indeed a Gordon Tracy on the noon cruise today. If that checked out, then she would consider whether she wanted to take the initiative to contact the guy or not. Who knows; he could turn out to be a nice guy and we might even have some common interests. Everyone keeps telling me I should start dating again. Perhaps its time I take their advice, she thought, as she stepped onto the vessel.



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Tuesday January 22nd, a little before 5 pm . . .

"Are you coming with us, Mommy?" Lea asked as Lana braided her daughter's hair. Lana didn't want it getting in the girl's way during her first art class.

"No, sweetie. I'm gonna stay home and do some writing. You can tell me all about your first class while you get ready for bed tonight. I do plan on coming down to see you and your father off though."

"Good!"

"All done," Lana said, finishing the braid off with an elastic.

"Daddy, I'm ready!"

"Great," Vince replied from where he was rinsing his plate from the quick dinner he had eaten. "Then why don't we get going," he added, setting the plate down and turning from the sink. "Don't want my Poppet to be late for her first class."

A few moments later the three of them were in the lift, heading down. When the doors opened on the first floor, Lea preceded her parents out of the lift.

"Can I check the mail?" she asked, without looking back.

"Go ahead," Vince said with a smile, having anticipated it. Like a lot of little kids, Lea loved checking for mail even though she seldom got anything addressed to herself.

The little girl hurried to the mailboxes but then had to wait for Vince to catch up. Coming up behind her, he gave his daughter a boost so she could reach the family's mailbox. There were two white envelopes and a manila envelope in their space. The little girl grabbed the three items and then her father placed her down on the floor.

"I got something!" she exclaimed after looking at the three envelopes. She held the prize up in one hand as she handed the other two items out to her mother who had joined them.

"Who's it from, sweetie?" Lana asked as she looked at the other two envelopes. One was a letter from Vince's parents and the manila envelope was from her publicist, Jean.

"Grandma and Grandpa," Lea replied. As the little girl referred to Lana's parents and Nannie and Pop-pop, Lana knew she was referring to Vince's parents.

Leave it to May to think of sending something just to Lea, Lana thought before addressing her daughter. "Well, why don't you let me hold onto it for now. We can read it together at bedtime."

"Okay," the little blonde replied, sounding a little disappointed. She slowly handed the envelope over and the little group headed for the airstrip.

Lana entertained her daughter while Vince did preflight checks. She then watched as the plane headed down the runway and took into the air. She watched the craft until it was out of sight and then headed back to the apartment.

Upon entering, Lana took the letter from her in-laws into the bedroom. She placed it on top of the vanity so she and Vince could read it together. She then headed out to the little workstation that Vince had set up in the living area of the apartment with the other envelope. She turned on her laptop and while it was loading opened the other envelope. Inside she found a handful of letters. Looking at them she saw that they were all addressed to Chase Rivers.

While a lot of her fans tended to send correspondence via email, there were still some that chose to write her actual letters. To keep her address secret, such mail had always been sent to her publicist who then made sure she got it. Despite the move overseas, that practice had not changed.

As much as she enjoyed hearing from her fans, she also knew that Lea liked to read the letters with her. Lana found sharing them more pleasant than reading them by herself and it also gave her a chance to help her daughter with her reading. She placed the small stack of letters off to the side and turned her attention to her computer. With any luck she could take advantage of the quiet and get some work done on her next novel.




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Tuesday, Jan. 22, after dinner . . .

"I know you miss him, and at some point you're going to want pictures of him to remember him by."

It seemed like such a long time ago since Jordan had said those words. In reality it was only about four months ago. She had known then that he was right, she just hadn't seen that time coming any time soon.
Now she was sitting on the couch looking at the small photo album that her brother had put Nathan's pictures in.

She glanced up from the photo album, to the entertainment center in front of her. On top, the baby shoe she had taken before leaving the city now sat next to the signed fire helmet. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to suddenly dig the things out of the bottom drawer of the vanity but she had. Her unfinished dinner still sat on the table.

Cassie thought about the email she had sent to Dr. Lindon the other day, telling the psychiatrist about how she had been feeling lately. About how her thoughts revolving around Nathan had gone from what she was missing with him to wondering what he would've done had he had a chance. It didn't seem like much but somehow, she thought it was significant. She also recalled what she had written about Josh.

My one neighbor has a little boy who is about the same age that Nathan would have been. When I first met them, it was hard being around the boy and his father. It just reminded me of my little boy and what I was missing. I can't say everything is better as my neighbor and I still have some awkward moments from time to time but there is a difference. I don't think about how I could avoid them. In fact, I actually enjoying spending time with both of them. The little boy has even taken to calling me 'Auntie Cass' and I've got to admit, I like the being called that.


She had ended that email with the line, 'perhaps its time I stopped dwelling on what I've lost and remember what I gained in the short time I had with Nathan'. Still, now that she had the photo album out and in front of her, finding the courage to open it was proving to be difficult.

Taking a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, the dark-haired woman tried to calm herself. While she had been digging the photo album out, she had been so sure this was what she wanted to do. I think I'm already past having second thoughts about this. Maybe fourth or fifth thoughts.

She picked the dark blue book up in both hands, held it a few minutes, and then placed it back on the coffee table. Getting to her feet, she walked into the kitchen and stood staring at the unfinished dinner still there. Eating was the last thing on her mind so instead she picked the plate up and went to the trash can.

Just as Cassie was finishing cleaning up her abandoned dinner, the door chime sounded. She headed for the door and opened it. "Scott?" she said, unable to keep the surprise of seeing him there completely out of her voice. Though he had been to her apartment before, he had never stopped by unexpectedly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Sorry, I didn't think me showing up would be such a surprise."

"It's just that I wasn't expecting anyone. Please, come in," she added, stepping aside so he could come into the apartment. "Can I get you something to drink -- ice tea, water, milk, soda?"

"Soda would be fine," Scott replied stepping into the apartment.

"Please, have a seat," Cassie told him, waving a hand toward the couch as she headed for the refrigerator. "What brought you up here anyway?"

"Wanted to get away from my siblings for awhile."

Cassie nodded despite the fact that Scott couldn't see the gesture. "What flavor? I've got grape, cola, ginger ale, and orange."

"Cola will be fine."

Cassie grabbed a can of cola and ginger ale, filled two glasses with ice, and headed for the living room. She placed the items on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Scott nodded toward the photo album still sitting out, as he opened the can of soda and poured it into the glass.

"Not really. Haven't been able to get the courage to actually open it. I thought I was ready but I'm having second thoughts now."

"Second thoughts about what?" Scott asked

"Before I left New York, my brother went with me to gather photos from my old apartment. Jordan went through the album containing pictures of Nathan and picked out ones for me. He even bought and put the pictures in that album. When I moved in I packed the album and other things that belonged to my son away. I dug them out tonight but now I can't seem to find the courage to open that book," she said waving a hand toward the book. "Guess it sounds kind of silly," she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm as she glanced down at the floor.

"Not at all. I can't say I know what you've gone through with losing your son but I know it couldn't have been easy. Maybe looking through the album wasn't something you were supposed to do alone."

"Yeah, I thought of dropping in on someone but the two I would feel comfortable going to are dealing with their own issues right now."

Scott nodded, knowing who she was talking about without her saying names. "Well I'm here. That is, if you don't mind sharing the pictures with me."

Cassie paused. It seemed like she had been spending more and more time with the Thunderbird 1 pilot lately, but looking through a photo album with him had never crossed her mind. It just hadn't seemed like something that would interest him. Now, that he had made the offer though, something about it seemed right.

Cassie leaned forward and pulled the album closer to the edge of the coffee table. Taking a deep breath once again, she reached out and grasped the cover of the album. Slowly, she opened it, revealing pictures that had been taking at the hospital shortly after Nathan had been born, one of which showed her holding the little boy and all four of her brothers gathered around her.

Cassie slowly flipped through the pages, finding herself telling stories that went along with the pictures occasionally. At times, she'd stop in mid-sentence as the emotion would overcome her voice. In appropriate places, Scott made comments while others times he remained silent. He did notice that her one brother seemed to be in more pictures than the others. As it wasn't one of the triplets, Scott knew it was her younger brother without asking. If he hadn't already known it, looking through the album would have told him how close the two siblings were.

Turning the page again, pictures of Nathan's first birthday came up. Cassie scanned over the photos, memories that went along with that day surfacing. On one of the pictures, a date caught her eye -- 02-22-2067.

Nathan would have turned three next month,
Cassie realized. Reaching up, she wiped away a couple of threatening tears.

"Cass, you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine," she replied, reaching out to close the book. "I think I've seen all the pictures I can stand tonight." Spotting his empty glass she decided to try changing the subject. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked, waving a hand toward the glass.

"No, thank-you."

Cassie picked up both his glass and her own and got to her feet. "I'm just going to set these in the kitchen."

Not saying anything, Scott got to his feet and followed her. Cassie went over to the sink, and took longer than necessary rinsing out the glasses. Watching her, Scott leaned against the end of the counter, thinking over what to say.

"His birthday is coming up soon isn't it?" Scott finally asked. He saw Cassie nod, but she didn't turn to face him. "Perhaps you should go home for it. Maybe visit his grave." Scott paused for a moment. When she didn't turn to face him or say anything he continued. "When we lose someone unexpectedly it takes awhile before we're really ready to say good-bye. Even then, it's good to have a place to feel close to them."

"Are you a psychologist along with everything else?" Cassie asked finally breaking her silence.

"No. Just someone who's lost someone unexpectedly, and an older brother to seven siblings now. Not to mention, going to my mother's grave and talking to her, reminds me of how much she is still a part of my life. Part of who I am. Just like your son will always be a part of you."

Cassie finally turned away from the sink. Scott noticed the thoughtful expression on her face and chose to remain silent for the moment.

"I think I'll talk the idea over with Dr. Lindon. Thanks for the suggestion and for listening."

"Anytime."

Scott glanced at his watch and frowned.

"Shoot. I've got to get going," he said. "I'm meeting Virg for a chess match in five."

Cassie nodded and stepped forward, to lead him to the door. Scott smiled at her, and then reached out to draw her into a hug. Cassie stilled for a moment, before she relaxed into the embrace. Scott gave her a squeeze and drew back.

"I'm here for you any time you need, Cass," he said.

"Thank you, Scott," Cassie said.

Scott gave her a warm smile before crossing the threshold and out of the apartment.

"I'll catch you later," he said.

"Goodbye, Scott."

Scott waited until the apartment door closed before making his way back down to the monorail. He rode across to the Villa with his hands in his pockets, leaning his back against the glass. This has got to be tough for her, he thought. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a child. And what's worse, his birthday is coming up. I wish I could do something. I guess I can just be there for her.. The monorail came to a stop, and Scott walked towards the lounge. He couldn't help feeling gratified that Cassie had opened up to him. He resolved to be there for her as much as she would allow, and smiled.


Thanks to ArtisticRainey for her help writing the ending of this!



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Tuesday, January 22, 2069, 5 a.m., NH (10 p.m. same day, Tracy Island)

Jeff rolled over, his mind barely conscious, his arm reaching for the warm body next to his in the bed. It took a few uncoordinated, unsuccessful grabs for him to realize that the portion of the bed beside him was empty. That realization brought him slowly awake; he touched the bedside lamp and squinted at the rumpled, thrown back covers. A quick glance at the clock showed him that the sun was far from rising. With a heavy sigh, he scrubbed his face with both hands and shoved his own blankets aside, padding off barefoot in search of his wife.

A quick check in the bathroom disclosed that she wasn't enjoying a soothing soak in the hot tub. He shuffled out to the main living area, intending to head for the kitchen.

He didn't have to. There, standing before the window, looking out at the night sky, was the soft, pale-limned silhouette of his wife. She was draped in the long embroidered robe that she loved so well; it was open at the front, revealing her shapely legs and bare feet as well as the short, sheer chemise she had worn to bed. Her hands were clasped around a cup, steam rising from its depths. The light aroma of orange and spice wafted his way. Herbal tea, he realized, his mind's catalog automatically bringing recognition to the fore. His body stirred at the sight of her, and he moved without thought in her direction.

He must have made a sound, for she turned to look at him. Starlight on her face enabled him to see her weary smile before she returned to her contemplations.

"Ah'm sorry if Ah woke you," she said as he came up behind her.

"You didn't," he replied, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. Her hair was damp and stuck up at odd angles; she smelled of shampoo and perspiration. "I reached for you and you weren't there." He set his own gaze to follow hers. "What's going on? Didn't I wear you out today?"

He could feel the muscles in her face move as she smiled. "You'd think Ah'd be dead to the world with all the skiin' we did today, wouldn't you? Then the ice skatin' an' the sleigh ride?" She leaned back a bit, resting her head on his bare chest. "You did wear me out, suh. Ah was sound asleep when..." She drew in a large breath and sighed. "Ah just suddenly woke up, all covered with sweat. Mah sheets are probably still damp."

He frowned a little. "Not that I noticed." Lowering his head a little, he rubbed his stubbled cheek over hers. "How long have you been up?"

She shrugged. "Ah dunno. Ah jus' couldn't get back t' sleep, an' Ah didn't want to wake you. So, Ah thought Ah'd have some tea, see if it'd help."

"I see." He slid his hand up, surreptitiously feeling her forehead as he smoothed her damp hair back.

"Ah'm not fevered, if'n that's what yoah worried about," she told him. "Ah already checked."

He smiled at her perceptiveness. "You know a parent's instinct never quits."

"Noah does a husband's, it seems."

They stood silent together for a few moments. His hands ghosted over her form. Her skin was chilled and the gooseflesh he encountered wasn't raised by his touch. "So, any ideas about what brought this on?"

She shook her head slowly, her hair brushing soft against his neck and collarbone. Her shoulders lifted and fell with another deep sigh. She sipped more of the tea, the steam long gone. One sip, two, and she let her arm drop. The lukewarm liquid sloshed in the cup; a few fragrant drops fell on his foot.

"Ah've had enough of this," she said. "It's no good cold."

"Let me take it." He slid his hand down her arm, encouraging the elbow to bend, taking the cup from her fingers. He was loath to leave her, and so reached out for a nearby table and left her drink there. When he straightened, he found they were now face to face. Her eyes, shadowed by the starlight behind her, still glimmered as she raised her mouth to his. They kissed; her mouth held the tang of orange and spice. He couldn't help himself; he cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss, conveying the urgent hunger that swept over him.

"Come back to bed with me, love," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

She dipped her head, a single, solemn nod, and reached up to run her hands through his hair. They slid around his neck, then down, trailing warm fingers over broad shoulders. He caught one hand with his; their fingers entwined and he drew her to their bed to satisfy both his ardent yearning and hers.




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January 22, 2069, noon, Paris, France (midnight, Tracy Island)

The car pulled up before a modern set of condominiums. Brains glanced at his watch. "I hope Professor Borrender will be available for lunch today."

"And I hope he doesn't think he has to provide it for us," Tin-Tin said as the driver handed her out of the car. "This is to be our treat." She turned to the driver and gave him instructions about when to return.

"He did say he had something new he wanted to show me." Brains offered his arm, and the pair walked into the well-appointed lobby. "Looks like he decided that it was time to live in something modern instead of the old place he had in Bern."

"It's lovely." Tin-Tin looked around, taking in some of the more esoteric architectural details. "They keep it very clean."

"Hm." Brains frowned as they entered the elevator. "That may be a problem."

"Why?"

Brains said, "Seventh floor." The lift immediately rose. "Professor Borrender isn't known for being very neat."

"Oh, dear."

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"Come in, come in!" the old man called, waving the two younger people into his condo. He closed the door behind him, and hurried to move a short stack of books from one of the comfortable chairs. "Please, Fraulein Kyrano, sit here." The books joined another stack in the corner, by the televid. He then gathered up a pile of data padds that were scattered across the sofa. "And you, my young friend, sit here."

When he had disposed of the padds...by tucking them into an almost dangerously full closet...he rubbed his hands together. "Now, can I get you something to drink?" He wagged a finger at Brains. "I don't have the ingredients to make you one of your martinis, Hiram, but I do have a good beer, a bottle or two of wine, and some soft drinks."

"Oh, we couldn't possibly," Tin-Tin said with a soft smile. "Breakfast was so very filling..."

"Ah, I see," Borrender nodded vigorously. "We should save some room for luncheon in any case."

"Yes," Brains said, smiling. "We'd like to take you out for lunch, if that's all right with you."

"Ja, ja, I think I would like that." The older man glanced around the room. "Sometimes I forget what the world outside is like, though on cold days it's better to stay home and keep warm."

There was a moment of silence then Brains asked, "What made you move to Paris, Professor? And why did you leave that big old place you had in Bern for..." His voice trailed off, and helplessly waved a hand, "... this?"

"Oh, that old place was too hard to keep up," Borrender said. "I was always losing things. So I decided to downsize. As for the move to Paris, well..." He tipped a wink at Tin-Tin. "Das Mädchen here are much prettier, and I have access to one of the best laboratory facilities in Europe. It is also easier for Sir Jeremy Hodge to visit and help me with my work. He has an apartment here, you know." He shrugged, holding up his hands. "What more could I want?"

Tin-Tin decided to change the subject. "What are you working on now, Professor?"

"Ach, ja!" A broad smile spread across his face. "Hiram tells me you are yourself an engineer, nicht war?"

She inclined her head gracefully. "I am, Professor."

"Then you will understand what I am trying to do."

He got up and beckoned them to follow. The condo had two bedrooms, and the second one was dedicated to his workspace. It was less cluttered than the living room, but only marginally so. They followed him to a long table he had set up. "Of course, I cannot work on this in the research facility; the owners would think it below them. To them it is a passing fancy or perhaps a hobby. But that lovely girl, Lady Penelope, brought me a most interesting problem some time ago, and asked if I could duplicate the effects in a way that would bypass the original methods."

There were several cans lined up on the table. Brains squinted at them. "Beans?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face cleared. "I think I know what this is. Tin-Tin, do you remember Mr. Tuttle and Lady Penelope's visit to him?" He was being circumspect; though Sir Jeremy was a member of International Rescue, Professor Borrender was not.

"Yes! I do remember!" Tin-Tin picked up one of the cans. "This couldn't possibly be..."

Brains nodded as they said in unison, "Ma Tuttle's beans!"

"Ja, ja, it is the beans," Borrender said, nodding vigorously. "Lady Penelope assured me that these beans had explosive properties. I thought she was joking until she demonstrated it for me one day." He shook his grizzled head. "I am trying to figure out exactly what it is that makes the explosion. Is it the spices? The beans themselves? The method of canning? Mrs. Tuttle refused to give out her recipe and its secrets, so now I must try and discover them for myself." He chuckled as he swept a hand toward the cans. "I am lucky that Lady Penelope's chauffeur was able to procure these samples for me. I do not think the old woman would have let her Ladyship take any home."

The two engineers glanced at each other. Brains smiled, while Tin-Tin stifled a giggle. "That's Parker for you," Brains said. "He's very good at, ah, procuring things."

"What progress have you made?" Tin-Tin was determined to treat this as a legitimate line of inquiry...which for the professor and for Penelope, it indubitably was.

Borrender sighed. "Not much. I have been having great difficulty in reproducing the exact conditions under which the beans are cooked and canned. Most people who can their own foods use glass and pressure. Mrs. Tuttle has managed to use a lightweight metal. I have found no historical references to this at all."

"Perhaps we could ask Mrs. Tracy," Tin-Tin suggested. "She might know of the method used."

"Or know where to find a description," Brains added. He glanced at Tin-Tin. "Tin-Tin's father is a chef; he might have some insight, too."

Borrender nodded. "It seems that perhaps this is not a job for a scientist, but for a cook." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of cooks, where would you like to go for luncheon? I can recommend a good German restaurant..."

The conversation turned to cuisine, but Tin-Tin studied the cans for a long moment, wondering if it would be safe to take one or two of them back home with her. She decided against it, and resolved to ask Parker if he could provide another can or two for their own analysis.



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Wednesday January 3rd, The Cliff House, a little after dawn...

Luke leaned back in the lounge chair and propped his feet up on the balcony railing. The sky was lightening in the distance and around him, the birds were slowly waking. At his feet, Rommel groaned and rolled over. Luke chuckled and rubbed the dog's belly with one foot. "Hard to believe we were freezing our butts off less than a week ago, hey mutt?" he said quietly. The dog merely rolled over more so his master could continue. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the frangipani. It's good to be back where I belong. Now if I could only get my body clock back to normal. Dawn is never a good time to be awake.

He opened them again as he heard movement off to the side and the lights popped on in Will's apartment. I think I'll take Will up on his offer to hang out in the bay today. I'm tired of all the fussing. I came here to get away from all that! The meals and stuff are great until I get my own supplies in, but the hovering can stop.

He nudged Rommel. "C'mon boy, let's get some breakfast. Then you and I are going down to the beach and do some work." They went inside and Luke hit the button on his coffee machine. A few moments later, he held a steaming cup in his hand. Not bothering to let it cool, he sipped (and burned his tongue in the process) as he nosed through the freezer. Spying a glass dish, he grinned and popped it in the microwave. As he waited for the egg casserole to heat up, he wandered back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and continued drinking his coffee. Spying a picture from Josh on the table, he smiled, then it slowly faded as he thought back of the conversation on the beach yesterday.

I never in a million years would have thought Dom was bi. Never. He still seems so broken up over his divorce. As to his feelings for me...Luke sighed. I can't believe it. I'd like to but...He's under so much stress at the moment, he must just be seeing things that aren't there. He's one of my best friends here. Do I feel more than friendship?

Luke's thoughts wandered back to those early days in the hospital after he'd been shot. Most of that time was a hazy blur, but he clearly remembered a point where he'd woken up to find Dom at his side, gripping his hand tightly. He hadn't really thought much about it at the time, Elise had been there as well, but now...

He's gorgeous. I wasn't kidding when I told him that. But how can I know if he really feels that way or if it's just a by product of all that's happened? I wish Anna were here. The chiming of the microwave interrupted his thoughts and he went to get his breakfast. His attention wasn't on eating however, but still on Dominic. I'm already in love with Josh. And it would be oh so easy to fall for Dom, but I can't. Not until we can talk, really talk and get to the bottom of this whole situation.

Rommel nudged his leg, demanding his master's attention. Luke looked down and smiled. "Feeling neglected, are we?" He reached down and scratched his dog's ears. "Well we can't have that." He stood and put his dishes away, then pulled on his sneakers. He grabbed a backpack and threw a water bottle and a chocolate bar in. Pulling on his Rockies cap, he turned back to his dog.

"C'mon, Rom, let's hit the beach for a walk before work." As they walked into the lift, his thoughts turned back to Dom. And maybe the fresh air will do me some good, too.



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In the pilot's seat of Thunderbird 4, Vince listened patiently as Gordon went through some instructions as they waited for John. The copper-haired aquanaut was standing behind him, one arm resting on the chair back as he leaned over Vince's shoulder. The plan was for Vince to pilot Thunderbird 4 out to Mateo and back. It was the first time the former Navy Seal would be behind the controls of the little sub outside the simulator. Though his performance had improved greatly from his first time in the simulator, the blonde was a bit nervous at the prospect of piloting the yellow sub. And apparently I'm not the only one, he thought, as he listened patiently to Gordon tell him things he had told him before.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting," John said as he entered the cockpit of the sub.

"Not a problem," Gordon said, glancing in John's direction. He smiled as he saw what John was carrying with him. "Was just going over a few last minute things."

Hearing the amusement in Gordon's voice, Vince shifted in the seat enough so that he could see John. He saw that the blonde Tracy had brought scuba gear with him. "And just what is that for?" Vince asked.

"Well, seeing as you're piloting Four out to Mateo, I figured it would be best to be prepared just in case you sink her for real."

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" Vince said, though he had a smile himself, taking the comment good-naturedly, as he had the other jokes at his expense since the 'fatal' simulator experience. He cast a questioning glance over at Gordon who was grinning.

"Probably not," the two Tracys said in unison.

Vince just shook his head. "Why don't we get this trip started," he suggested, turning to face the controls again.

Gordon and John got themselves settled in the two other seats in the cockpit and strapped themselves in. Vince radioed for clearance to leave. Receiving clearance from Scott, Vince fired the hover jets on the craft and maneuvered Thunderbird 4 out of the hangar and down the runway normally used by Thunderbird 2. Reaching the end, the sub made its way down the lowered end of the runway and slipped beneath the surface. Gordon refrained from making any comment as Vince pointed the yellow submersible toward Mateo.

With a little coaching from Gordon, Vince piloted the sub away from Tracy Island and toward Mateo. Without incident Thunderbird 4 reached the smaller island and was docked inside the hangar built there.

"There you go. No scuba gear necessary," Vince commented as he powered down the submersible.

"We've still got the return trip," Gordon quipped, before John had a chance to make any comment.

"Keep it up and I might sink her on purpose," the older man told him as they stood from their seats.

"Got it," came the aquanaut's reply. He still wasn't sure how far he could push Vince's sense of humor sometimes and he figured now wasn't the time to find out. While Gordon knew the older man wouldn't actually sink the sub on purpose he was convinced Vince would find a way to get even.

Gordon and Vince followed John into the small hangar where it TB4 was now docked. Vince glanced around the small area though there wasn't much to see. Without a word, he followed the blonde headed Tracy across the cavern to a set of stairs leading upwards, trying not to think about the fact that like the hangars back on the island, they were underground.

Get a grip,Vince chided himself as a shiver went up his spine. They would have made sure the place was perfectly sound when the built these caverns.

"We'll give you a tour of the facility before we take the fuel tanker to the island," John said as he led the small group up the steps.

"Good. I've heard people mention Mateo on the island. I've been looking forward to getting to see the place first hand."

"Well, you didn't have to wait as long as some of the recruits. Not to mention that Dad thought this would be a good opportunity for you to see the routine for the fuel run and get some experience with the VTOL engines for real. Scott said you've been doing well with the simulator."

"Yeah. Piloting air craft comes more naturally to me than piloting submarines," Vince said, casting a glance back over his shoulder at Gordon.

Gordon held his hands up in mock surrender, indicating that he wasn't going to touch the comment. I'll let him cool down a little, first, the aquanaut thought.

As they made their way through the complex John told Vince much of the same information Scott had given the other recruits a few months earlier, answering questions as they came up.

"And these are the medical facilities here," John said as the three of them stepped into the room off of the temporary quarters.

"Not one of the most impressive things I've seen since coming to the island," Vince commented.

"Yeah," Gordon said, standing on Vince's left. "Scott and I were going to mention the fact that this place could use some renovations." He leaned forward slightly to look around Vince. "Maybe that's something you could bring up to Mom when she gets back?"

John nodded. "I can do that. We leave it to you and you'll probably forget again."

"I've got a lot of things on my mind."

"Sure you do," the older Tracy said. "Well, now that you've seen most of the complex, how about I show you what you get to fly back to the island now?" he said addressing Vince.

"Just lead the way," Vince replied.

While the other two headed to the fuel tanker's berth, Gordon hung behind. He'd run the necessary diagnostics while they made the fuel run.

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Around 4:30 pm, Tracy Island (3:30 HI, previous day) . . .
The sounds of Kahanu Iona, a popular Hawaiian musician, filled the apartment of D2. At the table, Lana and Lea were playing a game of Go Fish. The little girl currently had quite a few more matches than her mother. In the kitchen, Aaron was cooking baked mahi mahi, a recipe he had learned from his grandmother. Lana was enjoying a break from the cooking.

The telephone rang, and Aaron stepped away from his prep work, to answer it.

"Hello. Crenshaw residence," he said into the phone.

"This is Jean Harper. Is Lana available, please?"

"Hold one moment, please." The teen placed a hand over the mouth piece of the phone, and addressed his mother. "It's for you, Mom. Mrs. Harper."

Putting down her cards on the table, Lana pushed her chair away from the table. Reaching her son, she took the phone from him, as the teen went back preparing dinner.

"Hi, Jean. How are things there in Hawaii?"

"Same as usual. How's New Zealand?"

"We're settling in. Found a church that we like here and Vince is enjoying his new job."

"How's the new book coming along?"

"Steadily," Lana replied. She had written quite a bit before Vince and Lea got home the previous evening even with taking a break to hear about Aaron's trip.

"Glad to hear it. Sales on Coping At Home are still steady. Did you get the pack of letters I forwarded to you?"

"They came yesterday."

"Good. The main reason I'm calling though is to run something by you. I've been doing some talking to store owners more in your neck of the woods. Thought this might be a good opportunity for you to get out and greet some fans who haven't had a chance to meet you. If you're up for it, I have two stores willing to hold a book signing. One would be in Sydney on February 1st, and the second in Christchurch the following day. Are you interested?"

"Sure. Sounds like a good opportunity to promote the book," Lana replied, even though questions on how to handle it had already started going through her head. Not only would she need to figure out transportation for both events, there was also the issue of keeping Jean from knowing that they weren't exactly living on the mainland.

"I was hoping you would say that. I'll give the two stores a call and close the deals today then. I'll be in touch with all the details in the next two days; tomorrow if I can get things accomplished that fast. I'll have to book flights and hotel rooms for myself. Speaking of which, do you need me to arrange a flight from Christchurch to Sydney for you?"

"No. Don't worry about it. Just tell me what time you need me in Sydney and I'll make my own arrangements," Lana told her. "Could use a ride from the airport to the bookstore and back though."

"I'll have that covered," Jean told her. "I'm making a note of it now."

Lana continued the conversation with Jean for a few more minutes, before hanging up and returning to the game of Go Fish. The upcoming book signings were an exciting prospect and she couldn't wait to break the news to Vince. She also knew her husband would help her figure out answers to all the questions that were going through her mind.[/color]


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Wednesday, January 23, 6:15 p.m., Thunderbird Five

Alan sat in Five's small lounge, his feet on the table, the remains of his dinner pushed aside, and a pouch of lemonade at his elbow. It was the first time he'd had all day to relax, and he was using it to catch up on his email. One window was open with his list of mail, and another was open to his favorite sports network. There wasn't much of interest to him there; the racing season hadn't yet started in the States, and though the Paris-to-Dakar race was nearing completion, he hadn't been able to muster much enthusiasm for it. No one he knew was participating.

He opened the first of his emails and scanned it. "Hm... Kenny Malone wants to know when my next race will be. Gotta talk to Dad about that." He gave a sharp bark of laughter as he read about Kenny's latest girlfriend. "If she thinks she's going to get her claws into him, she has another think coming. Kenny's the perpetual bachelor."

Scanning down the rest of his list, he sighed. "Let's see: a bunch of forwards from Gords...I hate to see what weird stuff he's found this time. What's this? A note from John?" Opening, he scanned down. "Ah, yeah, John. I've been doing maintenance on the scope. No, I'm not having a good time up here; it's boring beyond belief this month. Only bright spot has been that rescue in the Mediterranean. Wonder if Dom's okay. He sounded kinda shaky." Glancing down, he smiled. "Ah, an email from Dad and Mom. With pictures of their vacation. That chalet looks nice; I'll have to see if I can get out there sometime before the snow melts." He shook his head slightly. "They look so happy. It's great seeing Dad smile like that."

A chime sounded, announcing the arrival of another email. The address made him take his feet from the table, and sit up straight. "Hot damn! Nikki!"

"Hullo there, Alan.

"I'd have rung you up, but my landlocked mobile doesn't work where I am now, and the satellite phone needs a good recharge and wouldn't you know it? I forgot the charger. I'll get it from the island as soon as I can.

"How are you? Nothing caught on fire up there yet? Did Gordon leave you any presents? I keep getting these strange emails from him. Where does he find those things?

"Have you heard anything about Luke? How are the children? Has Cherie finished that big project? How is the rest of the family? Thanks for forwarding those pictures from Kyrano and Lisa's honeymoon. It looked as if they enjoyed themselves. Elise has been in touch; it seems she and Virgil are an... ahem... item. Cassie sent me an email the other day, and told me about the Crenshaws. Lea sounds like a doll.

"I heard there was a rescue in the Mediterranean. Is everyone all right? I tried phoning Dom, but he wasn't at home. It feels very odd not to know all the details.

"I'm finally in Auckland. The flight from Heathrow was long; guess I'm spoiled from flying direct. Half my bags were lost for a day... you'd think that in this day and age they could keep bags and passenger together! But now it's all here, and I'm getting settled in my own little flat. Tomorrow I'm going to find out what I need to do so that I can work as a nurse here. Most of the information I've had is spot-on, but some of it conflicts, so I want a definite checklist of what to do. I'll be in classes, but I don't want to depend on your parents for everything, nor do I want to dip into my savings any more than I must.

"I might advertise for a flatmate; I'm not used to living by myself. I mean, on the island I had my own flat, yes, but there were always people around that I knew. Elise often popped by, and so did Dom and Josh. God, I miss them. I miss the infirmary, and working with Dianne. I miss swimming in the pool, and playing basketball.

"And, oh, yeah. I miss you, too. I miss you most of all.

"I'll give you my new mobile number as soon as I have it. My email remains the same. You'll have to reply to get my flat's address. I expect you to come out and visit once you're back home. As much as I like email, and phone, it's better to see you in 3-D, if you understand me.

"Waiting impatiently to hear from you.

"Love,
Nikki"

Alan smiled and chuckled. "So, she's getting settled in. And classes don't start for a few weeks yet." He pulled up the calendar. "I'll have to make the trip early in the month; don't want to miss Gord's birthday." Choosing a date, he shot off a quick email to his father, asking for that weekend off to see Nikki. Then he settled back in his chair and put his feet up on the table. "Computer, new email." Thinking a moment, he nodded, and began. "Hey, Nikki! I was terribly bored, and ready to throw myself out the airlock when I got your email. You saved my sanity!" He paused, moistening his lips. "Now, which of your questions should I answer first?..."



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He made his way down the rock corridors of Mateo. Ahead of him was the blond head of John, who was recounting information about the facility they were making their way through. Suddenly, the narrative was pushed to the background as a low rumbling came from above. His feet froze as he glanced upwards to see rocks falling down from behind him. As the ceiling came down around him, he thought he heard Gordon's shout from behind.

"Run!" his mind cried, but his feet wouldn't cooperate.


With a gasp, Vince sat up in bed. Breathing heavily, he looked around at his surroundings. In the dark he could make out the now familiar shapes of the furniture in his new bedroom.

"Honey, are you okay?" Lana softly asked, as she rested a hand on her husband's arm.

"Yeah. Just a bad dream," Vince said, trying to get the image of rocks falling around him to leave his mind. Guess visiting Mateo bothered me more than I thought, Vince thought to himself. "Sorry I woke you up."

"Want to talk about it?"

Vince shook his head. He was sure he'd eventually talk to her about it, as he had in the past. Right now though, it was still too close. The last thing he wanted to do was relive it.

Throwing back the sheet, Vince swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Why don't you go back to sleep? I think I'm going to step outside and try to clear my head."

"Okay. Whenever you want to talk . . ."

"I know," Vince said, leaning over and stopping her words with a kiss.

Vince headed for the dresser. In the dark, he changed into a T-shirt and some jogging shorts. Retrieving a flashlight he headed for the balcony door. The morning air was on the cool side as he made his way to the side stairs.

The island was quiet at this hour of the morning, the sounds of nature being the only interruption of the silence. Vince headed down to the beach, where he turned off the flashlight. He stood there, letting his eyes adjust to the dark. Not far away, the waves crashed onto the beach.

It's been quite awhile since I've been up this early in the morning, Vince thought. I'd forgotten how peaceful this time of day can be.

As his eyes adjusted, Vince started walking down the beach, thinking about his dream and trying to rationalize away his fears.




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After retrieving a cup of coffee from the kitchen, Scott headed out to the balcony. He figured the combination of caffeine and fresh air would help wake him up while Kyrano finished cooking breakfast.

Scott leaned one arm on the balcony railing and took a sip of the hot beverage. Looking down, he saw Gordon and Aaron conversing by the pool. They're probably finishing up a lesson, he thought, even as he noticed the pool was occupied by someone else. Cassie was reaching one end of the pool as she swam some early morning workout laps. He remembered the dark-haired firefighter mentioning at Penelope's party that she had been on the swim team in junior high. As he watched her swim he could see that training in her technique.

Cassie had been on his mind a lot since the other evening. Though they had spent time together the day before, the topic of Tuesday evening had not come up.

Not that I haven't thought about it since then, Scott admitted to himself, leaning on the railing, the cup grasped in both hands. I just wasn't sure how to bring her son up or even if I should. She needs to work through this at her own pace.

Scott shifted his position, taking another sip of his coffee. The eldest Tracy son kept watching the scene by the pool. Eventually, Aaron left. Probably heading back to his apartment, he mused.

Cassie had reached the end of the pool where Gordon was. The black-haired woman grasped the side of the pool as Gordon squatted down to talk with her. From his vantage point, Scott couldn't make out what the two of them were saying but whatever it was, it made Cassie laugh.

Standing up straighter, he told himself. Cassie is just a friend, just like the other recruits are.

Scott turned away from the railing, taking a gulp of the the cooling liquid. Anything more wouldn't work. Given the situation, the two of us can only be just friends. Anything else wouldn't be appropriate given my position as IR's field commander, he told himself. He crossed the balcony to the door he had exited earlier. Even a friendship is questionable but--given the circumstances--cutting myself off from interacting with the all the recruits on a day-to-day basis just wouldn't work. It's one thing for Virgil or Alan to pursue closer relationships, but given my position, it's not right to be closer to one recruit over the other. It would be unprofessional as well as possibly detrimental to IR and the work we do.

Falling back on what had been drilled into him during his years in the Air Force, the rational part of him could easily convince himself that Cassie could only be a friend, just as all the other recruits had become.


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Early afternoon, right after lunch...

"Patient has glucose of 30. You give him D50 and he states that he wants to leave. He tries to take out the IV and appears not fully alert. The next step would be to..."


Luke sighed and shut his laptop. I am so NOT in the mood to study today, he thought to himself. "What I need is a decent study partner. One who can actually help me." He nudged Rommel, who was sleeping at his feet, with his toe. The dog merely rolled over, tail wagging sleepily. Luke chuckled. "Some help you are."

He set the computer on the coffee table and leaned back. I could ask Dom to help me. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. But that brings up a whole set of other issues. Luke stared up at the ceiling. Does he want me because he's attracted to me, or because I need looking after? That's how it all started with Barry and me. Is Dom feeling the same way? He's never even given me an indication of feeling like this before. Dammit, I'm so confused... His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the door chime.

Rommel sat up, eyes alert. "Come in!" Luke called out.

The door opened and Alex and Tyler walked in. "Hi, Luke!" Alex said.

Luke smiled. "Hey, guys! How are you?" He nodded and signaled Rom, who trotted over to the boys, tail wagging happily.

"Great!" Tyler replied, sitting on the floor to scratch Rom.

Alex handed Luke a basket. "We had fried chicken for lunch and Grandma sent some over for you."

"Terrific. I'm starving. Tell her thank-you for me." Luke walked into the kitchen and put the basket in his nearly empty fridge. "So, what are you guys up to this afternoon?"

"School," Tyler said morosely.

"Hey," Alex piped up. "It's not too bad. It's only one more class and it's science!"

"I have history. Bor-ring," Tyler muttered.

Luke smiled at their banter. "Hey, I have something for you guys. Be right back." He disappeared into his bedroom for a moment, then came back out holding two packages. "Better late than never. Merry Christmas." He handed one to each of the boys.

Both tore into them. "Awesome!" Alex said as he pulled out a green t-shirt with the phrase: Support your local Search and Rescue. Get lost. There was also a ball cap with a SAR Rocky Mountain Division patch on it. "Thanks, Luke!!"

Tyler promptly pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Wait until Mom gets back and we show her!"

"I also have this." Luke handed Alex a computer disc. "Remember how we talked about stocking a trout pond?" The boy nodded. "Well, here's some preliminary data. It looks like it would be too hot for trout, but bass might work. Take a look and tell me what you think. Put a report together for me and then we'll work on the next step."

"Cool!" He glanced down at his watch. "C'mon, Ty, we have to get going."

"Awwww! Do we have to?"

"Tyler, listen to your brother," Luke told him. "Tell you what. I haven't given Rom a good workout since I got here. Go to class then check with your grandmother. If she says it's OK, come get me and we'll go do some training with him."

Tyler jumped up and headed for the door. "We will!!! See you soon, Luke. Bye, Rommel!!!"

With a wave, both boys left. Luke smiled down at his dog. "Well boy, looks like I'll go pack a bag. We have work to do."



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The north side of the island, around 2:30pm...

Luke, Tyler, Alex and Rommel stood on the beach near the north end of the island. "OK, guys, here's the plan. Tyler, I want you to head back the way we came, then duck into the jungle. Not too far. Find a decent hiding place and stay there." The boy nodded enthusiastically. Luke then turned to Alex. "I want you to head north along the beach for a while before heading into the jungle. Stay away from the cliffs, do you hear me?" Alex also nodded. "Rom and I will wait fifteen minutes, then go searching for Tyler. We'll then head out and try and find you. Alex, if by some chance you find a stream or puddle in the jungle, cross it. Make this hard for him." He glanced down at his watch. "OK, go!"

Both boys sprinted off, each in a different direction. Luke sat down in the sand, idly tossing a stick for Rom to fetch. A few minutes later he got to his feet and whistled to his dog. Kneeling down, he fastened Rom's orange vest on. He grabbed the dog's muzzle and looked into his eyes. "Rommel, time to get to work." The dog instantly came to attention and sat rock still at his master's side. Luke hefted his pack on his back and the two started off down the beach.

As soon as he was out of Luke's sight, Tyler trotted off into the woods. He wove through the underbrush, scouting for a good hiding spot. He spied a medium-sized tree, with plenty of low hanging branches. He quickly scrambled up, and found a decent branch near the top, then settled down to wait.

Alex wandered along the edge of the water until it started to turn rocky. He made his way to the edge of the jungle, skirting the bushes, but still staying in view of the water. He carefully watched his step. The land here dropped sharply into the ocean, the cliff edges meeting the water about forty feet below. The constant wind at this part of the island had smoothed the land, and made the rocks slick with sea mist.

He was about to turn into the bushes when something in the water caught his eye. He paused for a moment, staring out at the sea. He was rewarded a moment later when he spied a pod of whales, breaching and sounding not far from the island. He crept closer, staying well clear of the edge, trying to get a better look.

A sudden gust of wind tore his new ball cap from his head. He tried to snatch it as it flew past, but missed. The hat landed on the edge of the cliff, a few feet in front of him. He cautiously made his way forward, reaching out to grab it. Suddenly, he slipped on the wet rock and with a yelp, went plummeting off the side of the cliff.



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Luke led Rommel back to where he and the boys had stood. He moved to where the boys had separated, then knelt down and pointed to the tracks in the sand. "Rommel, find." The dog sniffed around a bit, then looked up and barked. "Find him, Rom," Luke said again. Rommel moved forward, nose to the ground. He followed the footprints to the edge of the jungle, then turned and barked again before plunging into the greenery.

Luke followed close behind, giving the dog space but keeping him about four feet in front of him. Rommel suddenly paused, and sniffed, appearing to lose the scent. He looked up at his master. "Find him, Rommel. Find him." The dog nosed around a bit more, then looked back and barked before moving forward. Less than ten minutes later, they paused at the foot of a tree. Rommel looked up and barked sharply, standing on his hind legs and resting his forepaws on the tree. Luke joined him and looked up. "Found ya, Tyler. Good job."

The boy waved then skirted down the tree. He stopped in front of Rommel and held out his hand. The dog sniffed him, circling all around his body, then woofed. Luke grinned. "Good boy, Rommel. Good boy." He pulled a treat out of his pocket and handed it to the dog.

"That was fun!" Tyler said. "Can I come with you to find Alex?"

"Sure." They made their way back to the beach. "I need to sit for a second though." Luke sat down on a boulder and pulled off his back pack. "Want a chocolate bar?" he asked Tyler.

"Yeah!!" Tyler parked himself next to Luke and took the offered bar. While eating, he peered down into Luke's open bag. "What kind of stuff do you have in there?"

"Well, snacks for all four of us, water too. Then a first aid kit, some ropes and calipers. Basic stuff."

"What do you need ropes for?"

Luke shrugged. "Nothing at the moment. But I'm working on building my strength back up and this is a good way to do it. I can't carry a full pack yet, so I just put a few things in, and add more each time."

Tyler nodded. "That's a pretty good idea."

Luke chuckled. "Thanks, I'm glad you think so." He zipped up the pack and turned to the boy. "Ready to go find your brother?"

Tyler jumped down off the rock. "Yep! Let's go!"

"Easy there, Tiger. Stay back here with me, quietly. Let Rommel do his stuff." The boy held back as Luke approached his dog. "Rom, find." He pointed to the ground. Rom sniffed and looked up at Tyler, whining. "No, find him." He once again pointed to the sand. The dog bent down and nosed around. Then his head snapped up and he looked northwards. Giving a low bark, he trotted off, Luke and Tyler following close behind.

They walked for about quarter of a mile before the beach ended and Rommel moved into the jungle. He then paused and looked back. "What is it, boy?" Luke asked. The dog merely whined and pawed at the ground.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asked.

Luke frowned. "I'm not sure." He looked around. "I don't really see anything. Stay here." He moved forward, breaking out of the brush to scan the cliff. Rommel pushed past him, nose to the ground. Suddenly the dog sprinted forward. "Rommel! Get back here!" He cursed under his breath as he followed the dog. As he finally got out into the open, he scanned the cliff for Rom. "Rommel! Where...Oh, God, no!!"

Spying the discarded ball cap on the edge of the cliff, Luke raced forward. "Alex!! Alex, answer me!!" He came to a stop at the top of the cliff and looked down, heart pounding.

On a ledge about fifteen feet below, lay Alex. His left arm seemed to be twisted at unnatural angle, and he appeared to be unconscious. Dear God, please let him only be stunned, Luke prayed as he pulled off his backpack.

"Luke?" Tyler called out, breaking through the trees. "What's going on?"

"Stay back," he snapped as he quickly pulled out some rope. "Rommel, guard." He pointed over to the boy and the dog hurried over. He tied a length of rope around his waist and pressed the button on his wrist-com. "This is Luke, come in, Base."

"Hey, Luke, it's John. What's up?"

"John, I have a situation here. Tyler and Alex were helping me with Rommel and Alex is hurt."

"Hurt? Hurt how?"

Luke filled John in on what had happened. "We're on the northern face of the island. About a mile from the house."

"I can track you with the microchips. I'll let Scott and the others know and get rolling."

"Hold on a sec." Luke quickly anchored a belay line to the rock, and grunting, pulled it tight.

"What are you doing?" John asked, though he suspected he already knew.

"I'm going after him. He's down about fifteen feet, on a rock ledge."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Help is on the way. Wait until we get there."

"There's no time, John. What if he wakes up and panics, rolling off the edge? Or worse. What if he's too badly hurt to wake up?"

"Dammit, you're right. But be careful. We don't need to rescue two of you."

"FAB. Get here as soon as you can." Luke cut the connection and looked up at Tyler. "Your brothers are on their way. I need you to stay put until they get here."

The boy nodded. "Are you going down there?"

"Yes. Alex needs help. We can't wait for the others. Stay there," Luke said again. He turned towards the cliff edge, and taking a deep breath, started his descent.



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"Come on, honey."

Drew was sitting under the shady arbor, reading a book, when Maggie came up and snatched the book from his hands.

"Hey! I was reading that!"

"I know, but we have to set up the infirmary." Maggie tucked the book firmly under one arm and extended her hands to her husband. He frowned, but took her hands, and allowed her to pull him to his feet.

As he followed her inside, he asked, "What's going on? Who's the patient?"

Maggie shot him a look, her face showing that she was both troubled and exasperated. "Alex. John says he's fallen off a cliff..."

"What!?" Drew's eyes widened. "Where? When?"

"I'm not sure where, just that it's at the north end of the island." As Maggie stepped into the sick room, the lights switched on. "When? It seems Luke just called in a few minutes ago. The boys are preparing the family helijet. Luke is going down to the ledge..."

"Luke is doing what?" Drew's training had kicked in, and he was already pulling out the equipment he thought he'd need. He paused, frowning. "He's supposed to be on light duty."

"Right, but from what I've heard, Alex is on a narrow ledge and unconscious. If he wakes, he'll be disoriented and could roll off..." She let her voice trail off, letting the implications of her words sink in.

Her husband drew in a deep breath and let it out in a huff. "Okay. I get the picture. As long as Luke doesn't try anything stupid, like hauling Alex up himself, he'll probably be okay. But I'll insist on looking him over, too."

Maggie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure Luke will be fine. It's Alex we need to worry about right now."

They worked in silence for a bit, Maggie making sure the sick beds were clean and their linen was fresh, Drew stepping into the scanner room and preparing it for both scanning and possible surgery. He stopped long enough to pop his head into the sick room and ask, "Has anyone told Dianne and Jeff yet?"

Maggie scowled at him. "Not that I know of. And it's better that they hear about this once Alex is rescued and treated. They don't need this kind of worry while they're on vacation. You hear me, Andrew Barclay Carmichael?"

It was time for Andrew to shake his head. "I hear you, Margaret Jean."

There was a moment of silence, then Maggie said softly, "I'm sorry, Drew. I'm just worried. Seems even Dianne's little ones can't catch a break."

Drew came over and put his arms around his wife from behind. "I'm worried, too, but we don't have the luxury of being great-aunt and uncle right now. Doctor and nurse until he's treated." He rested his chin on her head and said, "You might want to reconsider your words, too. Alex may very well have 'caught a break'."

Though Drew couldn't see her face, he could tell when she caught the double-entendre of her own words by the way her shoulders relaxed. "Oh, Drew. You know I didn't mean it that way."

He chuckled. "Yes, I do. Just wanted to see if you were listening to yourself."

"You know I never do that. It's what gets me in the most trouble!" She turned around and gave him a kiss. "Now, let's get this place ready."

"Yes'm!" Drew gave her a mock salute, and went back to the surgery.

Maggie watched him go, and shook her head, muttering, "From my mouth to God's ears. I'd better see what kind of cast cover they have around here."



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Sweat ran down Luke's back as he slowly lowered himself down the cliff face. He paused a moment to glance down and assure himself that Alex hadn't moved. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or terrified to see the boy in the same position. Taking a deep breath, he started down again.

He had made it another couple feet when his wrist-com beeped. "Luke?" John asked.

He continued his decent, not able to find a decent hand-hold to pause.

"Luke? Is everything all right?"

"Hold on a sec," he muttered to himself, wincing as he reached a little too far.

"Luke! Answer me! What's going on?" John's voice was sharp with anxiety.

Finally he reached the ledge and pressed his com. "I'm down. Give me a minute," he grunted. He quickly fastened his rope to the cliff and knelt down to check Alex.

The boy was pale, his left arm bent wrong at the shoulder. Luke ran his hands lightly over Alex, relieved to find no obvious broken bones. He was loathe to move him however, until he awakened and Luke could asses him more thoroughly. "John? I've reached Alex. It doesn't look like anything's broken, but he's definitely got a dislocated shoulder."

"Is he still unconscious?"

"Yes. Breathing is even and... " He gently pried the boy's eyelids open. "Pupils are equal and reactive." He probed Alex's head, finding a small trace of blood behind his ear. "He has a small head contusion, but no immediate sign of major trauma."

"Thank God. Scott and, Elise are airborne in the heli-jet. They should be there shortly. Gordon and Virgil are en-route on the hover bikes."

"FAB."

There was a short pause before John spoke again. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Luke said shortly. "Let's worry about Alex." As if on cue, the boy stirred, his eyelids fluttering. Luke placed his hands lightly on his chest. "Alex? Alex, can you hear me?"

Alex struggled to open his eyes. "My... hat... "

Luke smiled. "I've got it, kiddo. C'mon, open your eyes."

"Luke?" He finally focused and stared up at Luke. "Where am I? What happened?"

"Easy, Alex. Just lay still." Luke pressed his wrist-com again. "John, he's awake and talking."

They both heard John's sigh of relief. "Don't worry, Alex. Help is on the way."

"Help? Why do I..." His voice cut off in a scream of pain as he struggled to sit up.

Luke pressed him back down, kneeling on his left arm to prevent it from moving. "Alex! Don't move!"

"It... it hurts!" he sobbed.

"I know it does, pal." He carefully pulled off his belt. "Alex? I'm going to strap your arm down. It'll keep it from moving. I won't lie to you; it's going to hurt. I want you to close your eyes and count to one hundred. Out loud so I can hear you, OK?" The boy clenched his eyes closed and nodded. "Good. Go."

"One. Two. Three... "

Luke moved as quickly and gently as he could, steeling himself against Alex's whimpers of pain. "I'm almost done. I'm going to tie a rope around you so you can't roll off." After a few more moments, Luke had Alex's arm belted securely to his side then fastened another line to the cliff face. "There we go, done. Good man." He patted the boy's uninjured shoulder.

"I want my mom," Alex whimpered, tears running down his cheeks.

"I know you do." He heard the faint thump of rotor blades. "Hang in there; sounds like the cavalry is here."

"Luke? Scott says he's just about at your position. Can you see them yet?" John asked.

"Negative. But I can hear them." Suddenly a shadow washed over him. Looking up he saw the silver, black and gold heli-jet appear. He waved with his left arm as the craft circled around and came to a stationary position above them.

"Luke, we've got you." Scott's voice came across the wrist-com. "We're going to lower the platform and get Alex off first."

"FAB." Luke turned and smiled down at Alex. "Hear that? Your brother is here. Hang tight and we'll have you home in no time."

Alex tried to smile. "G-good."

They both looked up as the platform lowered towards them. As it got closer, Luke was stunned to see Dominic with Scott. "What are you doing here?" he demanded as the platform reached them.

"I could ask you the same question," Dom snapped back. He focused his attention on Alex and his tone softened. "Well, lad, you've gotten yourself in a mess. Let's get you home."

Scott held his younger brother's hand as Luke and Dominic carefully slid the back board under him. He then nudged Luke aside and lifted Alex onto the platform. "Hang in there, kiddo. Uncle Drew is waiting for you back at the house. We'll be there in no time."

"It hurts, Scott. It hurts." Alex's eyes filled with tears again.

"I know." He looked up at Dom. "Are we ready?" The nurse nodded. "Then let's go."

Dominic turned to Luke. "We'll be back for you."

"No, I'll be fine. Get the boy back to the house. I'll meet you there."

Dom shook his head. "No. We..."

"You're wasting time, Dom. Get him back." Luke looked up as he heard his name shouted. Gordon was peering down over the top. "I'll be fine. Go!"

Muttering under his breath, Dominic started the platform rising. Luke watched until it reached the heli-jet and sped off. He retied the rope around his waist and, taking a deep breath, started upwards. Halfway up, his arms started shaking and spots danced before his eyes. He stopped and clung to the cliff face, breathing heavily.

"Luke! Hold on, we'll hoist you up!" Gordon called out from above. Luke merely waved and a moment later, felt his line go taut. He walked slowly up the rock, letting them pull from above. When he reached the top, he was grabbed under the shoulders and hauled away from the edge.

Biting back a moan, Luke dropped to one knee, his left hand gripping his right shoulder tightly. He tried to breathe through clenched teeth. Someone pulled his chin up and placed a mask over his face. Breathing in the pure oxygen cleared his head a little and he looked up.

Virgil knelt in front of him, concern written all over his face. "Relax, Luke. Just breathe."

"Working... on it." He closed his eyes again, only to snap them open a moment later. "Tyler!"

Virgil pushed the mask back on. "He's right there with Gordon. We'll just wait a few minutes and see if you're up to riding back on the bikes or if we'll have Elise and Scott come out again."

Luke nodded and sat back on the rock, his head resting on his knees. A wet nose nudged under his hands and he smiled. "Hey, Rom. Good boy."

Gordon joined them. "Damn dog nearly took my hand off when I went for Tyler. But we're buddies now, aren't we, pooch?" He ruffled the dog's fur.

Luke smiled weakly. "Told him to guard... waiting for me... "

"That's what I figured. He calmed down when he saw you pop up from below."

"How are you doing?" Virgil asked.

Luke pulled the mask off. "I think I'm good. Could you give me a hand up?" He held his left arm out and Gordon carefully helped him to his feet. He took a cautious breath and nodded. "I'm ready to get out of here."

"Then let's go." Virgil led them over to the hover bikes.

Tyler rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Luke. "You're OK!"

Luke chuckled and ran his hand over the boy's head. "I sure am. And so is your brother." He smiled. "You did great, too, waiting with Rommel." Tyler blushed and shuffled his feet.

"C'mon, Ty. You're riding with me." Gordon swung the boy up onto the back of the bike and started it. "We'll see you back at the house!" he called out as he sped off.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Always an adventure. OK, your turn. Drew wants to see you in the infirmary, too."

"I figured as much," Luke sighed. "Come on, boy. Up." The dog leapt up and lay down at Luke's command. Virgil fastened the straps, securing the dog to the pad on the back of the hoverbike, then indicated for Luke to climb on.

"Ready?" At Luke's nod, Virgil started the bike and followed Gordon back to the Villa.




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If Drew was surprised by the crowd waiting in the infirmary, he showed no sign of it. He just waved the anti-gravity stretcher through, letting Dom and Maggie take charge of a drowsy Alex. The Tracy sons got out of the way quickly at Maggie's glare. Leaving his brothers -- and Lisa - to oversee Alex's transfer to one of the sick room's beds, Scott stepped up to Drew, clearing his throat.

"Before you ask, Scott, he's going to be fine." Drew glanced quickly over to the bed, and back again, meeting Scott's eyes firmly. "He's drowsy from the light sedation I used while putting his shoulder to rights. All of his neuro checks have been fine so far, but I want to keep him here a few hours for observation. At least until he's slept off the sedative, and we can introduce pain meds. I also want to see the muscular inflammation decrease somewhat before he leaves here." He raised an eyebrow. "He's not going to be a happy camper for a bit, I'm afraid."

"Yeah, that's true." Scott turned to watch Maggie shoo his brothers away from the bedside. Each of them managed to get in a quick pat on Alex's good shoulder, or a brief hair tousle before being ousted. Cherie had come, as well as Tyler. The girl gave her younger brother a kiss on the forehead, then made a beeline to Scott's side, as-yet-unshed tears pooling in her eyes. Tyler, on the other hand, climbed up on the bed and sat at his brother's feet, video game in hand. Lisa tweaked the covers that Maggie had pulled up, and found extra pillows to support Alex's immobilized arm

"Wait a minute, Cherry, until I see Alex for myself, okay?"

Scott excused himself from Drew, and went to Alex's bedside. "Get some rest, kiddo," he said in his best cajoling big-brother tone. "You'll be up and about soon enough." He tousled the already mussed hair. "See you soon."

"Scott?" Alex's voice was slightly slurred.

"What is it, bud?"

"When's Mom and Dad coming home?"

Scott had no real answer for that, but he said, "Soon, bud. They'll be home soon."

Alex yawned. His eyes blinked against the drowsiness he felt. "Good."

Scott smiled. "Don't fight it. Get some sleep."

"Okay." Alex closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Scott got out of the way as Maggie bustled in again, but not before he gave Tyler's head an affectionate rub.

Sitting on the other bed, looking both weary and pained, was Luke. He watched the other Tracys interact with Alex, and smiled slightly. He could be forgiven if he jumped a little when Dom touched him on the shoulder.

"Your turn," the nurse said, hooking a thumb in the direction of the surgery. Luke sighed, and slid off the other bed, groaning slightly as he eased himself to the floor.

"Hey, Luke?"

Both Luke and Dom paused as Scott came up. He put out his hand. "Thanks. For helping Alex."

Luke sighed, and took Scott's firm grip. "You're welcome."

Before any other Tracys could step up, Drew stepped in. "All right, you lot. Out!" The distraction gave Luke and Dom time to make it to the surgery. The last thing Luke heard before the door closed behind them was Scott asking, "Uh, Uncle Drew? Who is going to tell Mom and Dad?"

As he climbed onto the diagnostic bed, Luke groaned a little.

"Still in pain?" Dom asked, a concerned frown on his face.

"Just achy." Not quite the truth, but not a lie either. Luke glanced over at the door. "Don't know why they're thanking me. I'm the one that got the kid in trouble in the first place."

"Well, I guess they're not thinking about that right now."

Dom's words became uncharacteristically flinty, his face suddenly hard. Luke stared at him, his mouth open slightly, but before he could challenge the nurse Drew entered. Dom's face slid back into professional neutrality.

Drew was scowling, shaking his head, and muttering. "Nevah knew mah new great-nephews were such cowards. They go out an' rescue othah people all the time, but when it comes to tellin' theyah fathah and mothah some bad news..." He shook his head one more time, then turned his attention to Luke. "So, get that shirt off, and let's see how badly yew've messed up all that surgeon's fahne work." With a sigh, Luke unbuttoned his shirt. Once it was off, both Drew and Dom helped their patient lie back on the scanner.

"Well," Drew said from where he sat at the console, his drawl diminishing. "It doesn't look too bad. Some muscle strain and inflammation." He shot a look at Luke. "You'll need some anti-inflammatory meds for that, and maybe muscle relaxants to help you when it comes time to sleep. You should ice it, and maybe get in some more therapy exercises." Drew nodded at Dom, who helped Luke back up into a sitting position. "How's the breathing?"

"A lot better," Luke replied. "The O-two helped."

"Let me be the judge of that." Drew put in his ear buds, and rubbed the stethoscope's surface to warm it. He listened to Luke's heart and lungs, prompting him to take in deep breaths and let them out slowly. Finally, he nodded.

"Sounds good. You can put your shirt back on."

As Luke got dressed again, Drew went back to the computer console. "What do you have left of the meds you were prescribed stateside?"

"I'm pretty sure I have a couple of weeks' worth of pain reliever, and at least a week of muscle relaxant." Luke's voice sounded sure.

"All right. If you have that much, I won't write a scrip for it. However, if you run out, or find you have less than you thought, I'll leave an order in your file so you can refill it."

After a moment's pause, Luke asked, "Am I good to go, Doc?"

"Yes, you are." Drew rose as Luke slid off the scanner. "And for the record," he held out his hand, "you did damn fine work out there."

Luke took Drew's hand and mumbled, "Thanks." Then he was off like a shot.

Drew watched him go, and sighed. Then he straightened. "Well, Dom, looks like that crisis is over. Let's clean this up..."

"I c'n handle it, Doc." Dom gave Drew a lopsided smile. "Won't take but a minute."

Drew snorted a laugh. "And here I was, hoping to forestall the inevitable." At Dom's quizzical look, he added, "Looks like Lisa is going to be the one to tell Jeff and Di what happened here today, and I'm expected to back her up."

A slow grin spread over Dom's face. "Better you than me, Doc. Better you than me."



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[face=Arial]Callie was hard at work in the lab after working in the pod bay. Her attention, though, was focused on seeing the heli-jet take off just a couple of hours earlier as she made her way from the pod bay back to the lab. I can't stop thinking about it, she thought. I wonder why the heli-jet was needed? Could be for training? Perhaps there was a rescue and I didn't know about it? Oh, no, get real. If there were a rescue, everyone would know about it by now. If I don't contact John, I'm gonna go nuts.

Will was also at work in the lab when he saw the concerned look on Callie's face. "Hey, what's the matter?"

"We both saw the heli-jet take off when we were coming back from the pod bay. I can't help but wonder about it."

"You know, I'll admit I'm a little curious myself. Maybe we need to contact John and see what exactly is going on."

"I'm with you. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She walked to the nearby phone. "Okay, time to find out what's going on here."

At the desk, John noticed the light. "That's the lab. It's got to be either Callie or Will."

Answering it, he said, "This is John."

"Hey, it's Callie. Will and I were on the way back to the lab when we saw the heli-jet take off. What happened?"

With a sigh, John said, "Alex fell off a cliff, about 15--"

"Fell off a cliff!? Is he all right?"

"Take it easy. According to Luke, he's suffered a dislocated arm and a head contusion, but it appears to be nothing major."

"Luke?" Callie felt like her heart had just jumped into her throat. She tried hard to control her voice, only barely succeeding. "What in the world was Luke doing there?"

"Rescuing Alex, apparently. More or less against doctor's orders to be on light duty."

Callie sighed. "I'm just glad they'll both be okay."

"Yeah, but if Luke has injured himself again, a couple of doctors are not going to be happy with him. I'm just relieved he did reach Alex in time."

"If anyone had to get to Alex, I'm glad it was Luke." After a long exhale, she added, "Thank goodness he has those SAR skills, and no injury will stop him from doing his job."

"That's for sure. I know Alex is doing okay, and Luke's injuries didn't seem serious enough to send him to the mainland."

"I see. The only thing is... what about Mr. and Dr. Tracy? Are they going to know about this?"

"They'll have to eventually. I don't think Mom'll be happy with what Luke did, but when she learns about Alex, she may not be so hard."

"So am I, John. So am I. Thanks for the info." Hanging up the phone, she walked back to Will. "I know why the heli-jet took off." She told him all the details.

"Whoa," Will said, following with a low whistle. "That was a close call. I'm happy both of them are out of danger."

"Me, too, Will. John'll keep us up-to-date when he can."

"Oh, boy, when Mr. Tracy and his wife return..."

"I don't even want to think about that. I say leave that one to Mr. Tracy. I'm going to stay out of that as much as I possibly can."

"We'll think more about it after work."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's get back to it."

As Callie worked with a Bunsen burner, she thought, I know they'll be okay, so why can't I stop worrying? Alex isn't the one I'm concerned for. Just... Luke. She rubbed her chin while looking at the chemical. You'd better face it, girl. He may never return the feeling, but you've definitely got a crush on Luke.




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Thursday, January 24, 2069, 4:30 p.m., Tracy Island (10:30 p.m., Wednesday, January 23, New Hampshire)
Lisa smoothed her hair as she sat down before the kitchen vidphone. Drew, a cup of coffee in hand, was seated at the little table where his sister and Kyrano took many of their meals.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Lisa turned to her younger brother, an eyebrow raised. "Of coahse..." She cleared her throat, and fought to keep her drawl under control. "Of course. She'll listen to me if she'll listen to anybody."

"What about Jeff?"

Lisa snorted a laugh. "Jeff Tracy is a teddy bear. Well, to me, anyway." She shook her head. "After putting up with Garrett all those years, a mere multi-billionaire is a piece of cake."

"A teddy bear, huh?" Drew sipped his coffee, using his cup to hide his smile. "I'll tell him you said so."

Lisa snorted again, a soft, offended huff. Then she told the machine to dial Jeff's satellite phone.

In New Hampshire, Jeff and Dianne were cuddling before the fireplace, watching the wood spark and pop. Jeff has his arm around his wife's shoulders, and she had her feet tucked up under her, her head on his chest. She shifted a little, and groaned as she rolled one shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Jeff asked, suddenly solicitous. "That was a nasty spill you took."

Dianne hummed a little, a tuneless sound. "Yes, I'm all right. Just a bit sore. I expect I'll be stiff in the morning."

"Well, we can let the Jacuzzi work its magic." He glanced over at the tall windows, where fat snowflakes plummeted down, whirling around in the glare of the security light. They joined the thick layer of snow that already lay on the chalet's deck. "It's not like we'll be going anywhere, not with that much snow on the ground. I understand that they may close the airports."

"Then I'm glad..." Her thought was interrupted by Jeff's phone ringing. He extricated himself from their clinch and went off to find the instrument.

"It's your mother," he said, calling from the bedroom.

Dianne stifled another groan as she unfolded her legs. "Why is she calling us? Is something wrong?"

"Hello, Lisa." Jeff's smiling face appeared on the viewscreen. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Hello, Jeff." Lisa fidgeted a little in her seat. "How are you? Are you having a good time? What's the weather like out there." Her words came out a good deal faster than she had planned, and she grimaced a little.

"We're fine. We went skiing today, and Dianne took a little tumble, but she's just stiff and sore. The weather? We have heavy snow and we're pretty much snowed in." Jeff frowned at his mother-in-law's picture. "What's going on there? What's wrong?"

Lisa swallowed, and her shoulders slumped. "Theyah's no easy way to say it, so Ah'll jes' come out an' say it. Alex fell off a cliff today."

She regretted her words the minute she saw the blood drain from Jeff's face. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His face regained some of its color, but his expression was thunderous. "Now, let me get this straight, Lisa. You say Alex fell off a cliff?! What. The Hell. Happened?"

In the background, there was a shriek of "What!" and like a flash, Dianne had ripped the phone from Jeff's hands. "Alex? A cliff? What are yew talkin' about, Ma?"

All of a sudden, Lisa felt very weary. She shook her head. "Jes' listen to me, an' let Jeff listen in, too, so Ah only have t' tell this once. First o' all, Alex is okay. He had a bump on his head, an' a dislocated shoulder, both o' which have been tended. He was out helpin' Luke do some trainin' with his dog, he an' Tyler, an' he slipped on some rocks at the north end o' the ahland. Fell about fifteen feet onto a ledge. Rommel led Luke to him, an' Luke went down on a rope t' get him an' make shuah he didn't fall off. He also called John in th' office. John sent out Scott an' some othahs in th' helijet, an' they got Alex off'n th' ledge. Drew treated him an' he's in the infirmary ovahnaht foah observation. Maggie's with him now." She paused. "Okay, you ken ask yoah questions."

"It was an accident?" Jeff asked, his scowl ratcheting down to a less intimidating frown.

Lisa was visibly relieved at the change. "Tha's what Ah heah. His cap blew off'n his head an' when he went t' fetch it, he slipped on th' rocks theyah. Ah'm told theyah slick from sea mist."

"Then I think I know where it happened."

"What the hell was Luke thinkin', usin' mah kids lahk that?!" Dianne's face was red with anger. "Who was watchin' them?!"

Jeff put a hand on Dianne's shoulder. "If I recall correctly, Di, you said they could help him with Rommel."

This made Dianne stop in her tracks. "But... but... I never meant..." With that, she handed the phone back to Jeff, and buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

"How's Alex?" Jeff asked, his tone sounding resigned.

Drew moved in to peer over Lisa's shoulder. "He's gonna be fine, Jeff. I had to lightly sedate him to fix his shoulder. He was a bit dazed... Luke said he wasn't conscious at first. His neuro checks were fine, though; he answered all my questions, and there's no physical sign of concussion trauma. But I'm keeping him overnight, just to be sure. He's likely sleeping off the sedative right now." He paused. "Y'know, someone mentioned that if Luke hadn't been there, Alex might have rolled off the ledge."

Jeff paled again, and took in another deep breath, then cleared his throat. "How's Tyler?"

Drew smiled a little. "Perfectly fine. Sticking close to big brother, though. Anna might find this comes up in conversation when she gets back."

"How's Luke?" Jeff only just remembered Luke's condition.

"Can't discuss that with you, Jeff." Drew was matter-of-fact about the subject. "I can tell you that I checked him over too, and released him to his apartment."

Lisa now spoke up. "Alex did ask when you would be coming home."

Jeff glanced outside again, then shook his head. "Not for a couple of days, I'm afraid. It's been snowing hard all day, to the extent that we're pretty much socked in. The main roads are fairly clear, I think, but no one's thinking about the little side roads... or the helijet pad, I reckon. The last report was that air traffic was being rerouted to the coastal areas, where they're not getting quite as much of this." He glanced over at Dianne, whose breath was hitching from her cry, but was otherwise calm. "Di?"

She came over and took the phone. "Is Alex awake?"

Lisa shook her head, and Drew looked sad. "No, he's likely asleep," Drew said again.

"How about we call again early tomorrow afternoon?" Lisa suggested. "He should be awake then and it won't be too late where you are."

"That would be fine." Jeff took the phone again. "We're not going anywhere for a couple more days." He made a rueful face. "Even we Tracys have to bow to Mother Nature... once in a while."

Drew snorted a laugh, and Lisa smiled. Dianne stood next to Jeff, and he put his arm around her. "Give him... give him hugs and kisses from us, would you, Ma?"

"Of course. I'll give them all hugs and kisses from you... even the big boys."

This finally brought a chuckle from Dianne. "Love you, Ma. Uncle Drew... thanks. I'm glad you were there for him."

"So was I, truth be told," Drew said quietly. "Now, it's late over there, isn't it? Get some rest."

"Yes, Doctor."

It was Jeff's turn to talk. "Thanks, Drew, for taking care of my boy."

"You're welcome, Jeff. Anytime. Now go sleep!"

Drew pulled back, returning to the table and his cooled cup of coffee. Lisa lingered. "You two take care of yourselves and don't take any chances, y'hear? These kids will need both of you rested and whole when you come home." She shook a finger at her son-in-law. "Take care of my daughter."

"I will, Lisa. We'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye." Jeff finally ended the call, and put down his phone. He turned to find Dianne at the windows, staring through the pulled back slats at the swirling flakes.

"I used to love snow," she said with a sigh. "I loved it when we got a day -- or more -- off from school. Even when it was the kids getting the time off. Now..." She leaned back a little as Jeff wrapped his arms around her from behind. "... I think I hate it."

"Don't say that," he told her, his warm breath caressing her ear. "There's magic in it still. I think we should go out in the morning and make a huge snowman... just like my boys and I used to do when we lived in Kansas."

Dianne chuckled. "We had snow days with as little as an inch on the ground, if the weatherman predicted more. We never got to make a huge snowman. Just little puny ones."

"Then we'll be from Kansas tomorrow and play in the snow, like the kids we still are inside." He rested his chin on the top of her head. "Whattaya say, Mrs. Tracy?"

She turned her head, dislodging his chin so her mouth could find his, then said, "Sounds like a plan, Mr. Tracy."




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The Cliff House, early evening...

Luke leaned forward, resting his left hand on the wall and let the steaming hot water run over his back. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder and chest. After a few more minutes, he shut the water off and stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepping over Rommel, walked into the bedroom. He shook his hair out of his eyes and glared up at his bangs. I really need a haircut.

He paused in front of the mirror, his eyes going to the myriad of surgical scars on his chest. Sighing, he toweled dry and pulled on a faded Rockies t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs. He sat down on the bed and pulled a bottle out of the nightstand drawer. He shook two pills out in his hand and wandered back into the kitchen for water.

Luke opened the freezer and pulled out a package of frozen peas, then waited a moment before pulling out a similar bag of carrots. He grinned ruefully down at Rommel. "Bet Mrs. Tracy thought I would be eating these instead of using them for ice packs."

He went into the living room and settled down on the couch. He placed the bag of peas on his right shoulder, then put the carrots on his chest. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt Rom nudge his muzzle under his hand and smiled. "Good job today, Mutt." The dog's tail thumped happily.

He was just dozing off when he heard a tap on the French doors. He opened his eyes and saw Elise standing in the doorway. "Hey, come on in."

Rommel trotted over to her as she walked inside. "Hi, Rommel!" She bent to scratch his head, keeping the container in her other hand, well out of reach. She looked over at Luke. "I made you some tortilla soup. Want some now or should I put it away?"

Luke eased himself into a sitting position, wincing as he sat up. "I'll take some now, thanks. I just took some pain meds and they do a number on me if I take them on an empty stomach."

She smiled. "Be right back." She went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a bowl of steaming soup and a spoon. She placed it on the coffee table and sat down next to him. She eyed the packages of frozen vegetables dubiously. "How are you feeling?"

Luke shrugged as he reached for the spoon. "Not too bad I guess. Achy mostly. Dr. Carmichael doesn't think I did any more damage. Just aggravated everything." He took a sip of soup. "This is great, thanks."

"You're welcome." She glanced over at him. "You know, you scared us today. We got the call that Alex had fallen and you were going down after him." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I still can't believe you did that." She turned to face him. "You did good work out there, but did it ever occur to you to wait for us?"

"Wait for you? I didn't know when you'd get there! What if Alex... " Luke's voice shook. "What if he was dead? It was my fault he ended up on that ledge!" He got up and paced the room, his movements stiff and agitated.

"Dammit, Luke, it wasn't your fault! It was an accident."

He shook his head. "No, it wasn't. I shouldn't have let him out of my sight. This never should have happened." He leaned heavily on the table. "It won't happen again."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Elise walked over to him shaking her head and huffing. She put a hand on his shoulder. "Look at you. Mr. and Dr. Tracy won't have to beat you up over this; you're doing a fine job all by yourself." She paused. "Alex needed you and you were there."

"He wouldn't have needed me if I hadn't sent him and Tyler into the jungle."

"Oh, and I suppose you told him to walk over and fall off the edge of the cliff, right?"

Luke glared at her, his grey eyes flashing angrily. "It wasn't his fault."

"And it wasn't yours either! Why can't you get it through that thick skull of yours! It. Was. An. Accident!!"

Rommel whimpered and lay down under the coffee table, his eyes on his master.

"Don't you yell at me," he snarled at the same time throwing a sharp look at his dog.

"I'll yell at you whenever I please," she snapped back. "Especially when you're acting like a moron!"

"Oh, so now I'm a moron?"

"If the shoe fits!" She stood glaring a moment, then her expression softened. "Luke, I'm only telling you this because I care about you."

He whirled on her, his temper exploding. "I don't need taking care of! If that was the case I would have never left Montana! I wish everyone would just leave me the hell alone!"

Elise's own temper flared. "You want to be left alone? Fine! I'm leaving!"

"Good!!"

"You can take care of yourself!"

"I will!!"
Elise turned on her heel and stormed out the door, muttering under her breath.

Luke stood where he was for a moment, then went and picked up his empty bowl. He clenched it tightly for a moment, then turned and hurled it at the nearest wall. The ceramic broke with a resounding crash causing Rommel to leap up with a sharp bark. "Rommel! Go lay down!" Luke snapped. The dog's tail dropped between his legs and he slunk into the bedroom.

Luke stood with his eyes closed, his whole body quivering with emotion. I'm useless here, he thought to himself. I never should have come back.



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Australia, Thursday, Jan 24th . . .
"Jenny, love, you don't need to help me. I can wash up the dishes myself and besides you're my guest," Sandra Finch said as she noticed her daughter following her into the kitchen. Wendy, Murphy and Darren had left for their respective homes after they had all shared dinner together.

"I want to help. Besides, the task will go quicker with the both of us," Jenny told her mother. "You wash and I'll rinse and dry. Then we can spend out last evening together chatting."

"Fair enough," Sandra said, consenting. She could tell by the tone in her daughter's voice that she wasn't going to be able to talk her out of helping.

Mother and daughter worked in silence, quickly getting through the dishes that had accumulated throughout the day. When the task was complete, the two retreated to the sitting room, cups of hot tea in hand.

"So, what do you think of Darren?" Sandra Finch ventured. She was happy that she could finally introduce her second daughter to the pensioner with whom she had been spending time. Though she had enjoyed spending time with Bob, the time she spent with Darren was different somehow. Just like it was more important to her that her daughters like this guy. I'm not sure if it's love yet or not, but it's definitely more serious than the previous relationships.

"He seems like a decent guy," Jenny replied, glancing over at her mother. "Definitely a better sense of humor than Bob. Have you been seeing a lot of him?"

"At least a few times a week. We don't always do anything special but it's nice to just spend time with. First guy I feel I can talk to about anything since your father died."

"I'm happy for you, Mum."

Sandra searched her daughter's face. What she found there told her that Jenny really meant the words.

"No one can ever take your father's place, but I don't want to spend my life alone. I need some companionship, especially with you living so far away. Wish you had someone with you. I wouldn't worry about you being so far from your family then."

"I'm happy without a guy in my life right now," Jenny said. She had been hoping she could get through the visit without talk of her social life, but like always her mother had brought it up.

"I just don't want you to be lonely, love."

"I'm far from lonely at my new job, Mum. The Tracys are very nice people. Though I do miss you and Wendy and I'll miss being around to see my niece or nephew grow up. Still, I can't see myself being happier doing anything else at this point in my life."

Sandra couldn't say anything about that. She wanted her daughters happy and Jenny certainly seemed to be. "Speaking of Wendy's little one, I was thinking of giving her a baby shower next month. Do you think you could get a day off to come home for it?"

Jenny sat up in her chair. "Oh, I'm sure Mr. Tracy will give me the time off for it! Maybe I could even come the day before to help you prepare for it! What day were you thinking of? Who were you thinking of inviting? What about decorations?"

"I was hoping you'd be excited about the idea," the older woman commented, and then informed her daughter of what she had been thinking of doing for the shower. Mother and daughter continued to make changes and add to the plans as the evening got later.



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Around 9:30 p.m., Tracy Island . . .

After a long, relaxing shower, Gordon turned on his computer and settled down in front of it. Logging into his messenger he scanned the list to see who was online. Besides Alan, none of his friends were currently logged in, though he was pleasantly surprised when a message box opened up.

The message was a request from bluedolphin to be added to the contact list. I guess she was mildly interested after all, Gordon thought as he clicked on the button to accept the request.

As bluedolphin was added onto his contact list, Gordon noted that it was highlighted. He smiled as he tried to decide whether to send a message or not. I don't want to come off looking desperate, he thought. He was just about to say "hi", when the chime indicating an incoming message sounded.


bluedolphin: Hey! Thought you might like to hear from me.

Gordon smiled as he tried to decide what his response should be.


Capnahab: Yes, I'm very pleased to hear from you. How have the cruises gone the last couple of days?

bluedolphin:
Very well. The weather has been great and we've only had one cruise that we didn't see any dolphins. The others we got to swim with the dolphins which makes for happy customers!

Capnahab: I know I enjoyed my swim with the dolphins. Glad my little brothers thought of it as a gift.

Capnahab: Glad things are going well.

bluedolphin: Thanks. I'm just glad I got through yesterday. I worked until about eleven covering for one of the servers who was suppose to go on a charter cruise and was ill. Hazard of working for your Dad, I guess. I just can't seem to tell him no when he asks me to work extra.

Capnahab:
I've had experience working for family myself. It definitely has it's drawbacks along with its perks. So are you the only child your Dad has working with him?

bluedolphin: Right now I am. My younger sister plans on joining us when she's done university. She helps out during the summer break, too. My older sister had other interests and we're not sure about my brother. He seems to be changing his mind on what he wants to do everyday.

bluedolphin: What about you? You said you had experience working for family. Still working with them?

Gordon considered his answer before typing anything.

Capnahab: Yeah. I joined my Dad's company after I left WASP. Like I said, it has its perks and drawbacks.

bluedolphin:
Any siblings?

Capnahab: Quite a few actually, though only one sister. Step-sister actually though I don't often think of her or her brothers as step siblings.

bluedolphin: It's good to hear that. Family really is what you choose to make it, not always strictly flesh and blood.

Gordon found himself nodding as he read her last message. Kyrano and Tin-Tin had always seemed like family even before the recent wedding.

bluedolphin: So, was your companion the other day one of your brothers?

Capnahab:
No. Actually that was my swimming student. I thought he'd enjoy the experience and I sure enjoyed the company.

bluedolphin:
So you're a coach?

Capnahab: He's my only student and its something I just started recently. I've been enjoying it though.

bluedolphin:
That's good. It's good for athletes to pass along their knowledge to younger athletes.

Gordon paused as he read her last message. Did I tell her I was a swimmer? He thought about his conversations with her on the cruise and on the dock the other day. He didn't remember swimming coming up. Then how did she figure it out? Or is she just assuming that because I'm coaching? Well, there is one way to find that out.

Capnahab: I didn't mention I swam competitively, did I?

There was a short but noticeable pause before her answer appeared on the screen.

bluedolphin: No and I also can't honestly say I was just making an assumption either. Truth is, after work Tuesday I did some research on my own. Guess I wanted to make sure for myself that you really were who you said you were.

As Gordon read the words, he felt a twinge of anger. He wasn't sure he like the idea that Alysha hadn't believed him when he had told her who he was. The feeling passed quickly though as he started looking at the situation from her point of view. He supposed if some woman had come up to him and claimed to be someone well-known, he might have his doubts, too. She was just being cautious. He knew what that was like in a relationship. How many times over the years had he wondered if someone had liked him, not because of who he was. but because of his last name.

bluedolphin: Are you mad?

Capnahab: No.

Gordon looked at the simple answer on the screen. It was the truth but he wasn't sure the simple word was enough.

Capnahab: So, did I pass your background check?

bluedolphin: Yes, but then I'm not a professional.

Capnahab:
So if I asked you out again would I get a different answer this time?

bluedolphin: Can't say. Guess you would have to ask and see what answer you get.

Capnahab: Okay. How about you and I go out to dinner sometime?

bluedolphin: I'll think about it.

Capnahab: Fair enough.

Gordon smiled. It wasn't the answer he had been hoping for but at least it wasn't a downright refusal. Perhaps he did stand a chance.




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And thus ends Chapter 14 - New Beginnings


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