Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Cassandra and Devereaux 02/14/2013
Cassandra lies on the couch pressing the buttons on the remote glad she’d beaten Devereaux home but she couldn’t help wondering where he was. She looks down at her watch then walks to the window again. He should have been home an hour ago and she wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or a bad one. Hopefully his delay had nothing to do with her she doubted it did he seemed distracted for the last day or so and not his usual watchful self and he’d taken Maurice with him so there was no one to report back to him either so there was no way he’d know what she was up to this evening. She had to pat her self on the back she had both Rego right where she wanted him he was at the point where he would do anything to “Save her”. All she needed was a few more days and she’d have what she wanted. Her head swings towards the door as it opens and Devereaux steps in followed by Maurice who slips in quietly after him and down the hall.
Devereaux: Darling I didn’t expect you to be up (He says walking towards her and kissing her on both cheeks)
Cassandra: I was waiting for you. (She smiles then walks to the bar and pours them both a drink then hands him one)
Devereaux: You didn’t have to do that. (He smiles as he takes the glass from her takes a long gulp then sits on the sofa)
Cassandra: I know I didn’t, I wanted too. (She smiles sweetly taking the seat next to him)
Devereaux: Well that’s very sweet of you thank you. (He say taking another gulp of his drink)
Cassandra: I was sitting here watching a movie. I had made a pitcher of martinis. She sips at her glass propping her elbow on the back of the sofa and resting her head against her palm)
Devereaux: With the day I had I needed more than a martini (he holds up his glass in a salute sips it) anyway this is perfect.
Cassandra: Why? What happened? (Her eyes opening wide her curiosity peaked)
Devereaux: On our way home we witnessed an accident and had to call it in to the police then spend hours being questioned by them. (He sighs heavily throwing his head back against the sofa and closing his eyes his voice sounding weary)
Cassandra: Were you hurt? (Sounding concerned but inwardly happy that he was obviously in no mood for a romp thank God!)
Devereaux: No, nothing like that, a car went off the road.
Cassandra: Was it bad?
Devereaux: Two people were killed.
Cassandra: That’s awful.
Devereaux: From what I heard from the police it was a couple on their way to their honeymoon. I think he said his name was Ted or Tad…
Cassandra: Tad Martin?
Devereaux: Yes, that’s the name Tad Martin. Do you know him?
Cassandra: He’s my stepfather’s best friend I can’t believe Tad is dead.
Devereaux: No Mr. Martin is very much alive his wife and the driver were killed.
Cassandra: Oh my God they were just married today.
Devereaux: Yes the entire thing is very tragic. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the television it was all over the radio on the way home.
Cassandra: I was watching a movie on one of the cable channels. I guess I should get over to the hospital.
Devereaux: I think it can wait till the morning Mr. Martin I’m sure is, surrounded by his family.
Cassandra: You don’t understand how it is as far as Tad is concerned he is family.
Devereaux: I don’t think you understand you are staying right here from what I hear there are dozens of Martins to keep him company you would be hardly missed. Besides I think you have spent enough time running around Pine Valley this evening.
Cassandra: I wasn’t running around Pine Valley I was here most of the evening.
Devereaux: According to your bodyguard you were shopping then you went to “Confusion” for a dinner unless of course one of you is lying?
Cassandra: No, I went shopping stopped had dinner then I came back home and have been here ever since.
Devereaux: Waiting for me?
Cassandra: Of course waiting for you.
Devereaux: Why do I find that so hard to believe?
Cassandra: I don’t know why not my jailer confirmed everything I did tonight.
Devereaux: Yes he did but he neglected the part where you spent three hours at the Pine Cone don’t look so surprised my dear.
Cassandra: What are you talking about?
Devereaux: I’m talking about you and Rego Sherrigan spending three hours together at the Pine Cone. I lost trust in your guard after the last time you wandered off something in his eyes when I asked him your whereabouts so I had you and your bodyguard followed and imagine my surprise when I get a report back that you are spending hours at a hotel with a man I’ve told you repeatedly to stay away from?
Cassandra: Oh my God Devereaux what are you going to do?
Devereaux: My love I’m going to do exactly what I promised you. (He grasps her by the neck lifting her off the floor and slamming her against the wall) I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to kill that sniveling little boyfriend of yours! (He pulls a gun from his pocket and places the cold metal of the gun muzzle against her belly) Good-bye my love! (The gun fires and Cassandra awakes with a start sits up right on the sofa grasping her stomach her head snapping towards the door then lets go the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. It was a dream! She stands steeling herself for the task at hand her smile filled with sympathy as Devereaux comes towards her)
Devereaux: Sorry I’m so late darling. (He kisses her on both cheeks then hugs her)
Cassandra: It’s all right I saw what happened on the news. (She coo’s with mock sympathy stroking his hair) Are you okay?
Devereaux: I’m fine it was an awful ending to an awful day. (He pulls away from and sits on the sofa resting his head against the cushions and closing his eyes. Cassandra walks to the bar and prepares them both a drink. She hands him one watching as he gulps it down then places the glass on table)
Cassandra: Oh, I’m sorry darling what can I do to make it better?
Devereaux: Just your being here is medicine enough. (He picks up the empty container and hands it to her signaling for a refill) I’m sorry if all this ruined your evening.
Cassandra: It’s fine and it’s not your fault Tad’s lucky you came along when you did. (She walks behind the bar placing the dirty glass in the wet sink then reaches under the bar for a fresh glass for herself and one she’d prepared for him earlier she pours more liquor in to the then adds some ice. This should insure he’d have a good nights sleep. He pulls his head from the back of sofa reaching for a glass she handed him draining it and then placing the glass back down on the table with a heavy sigh)
Devereaux: I just want to forget about the day.
Cassandra: I can’t say as I blame you darling. It must have been exhausting.
Devereaux: Not to mention extremely tedious I should have been home hours ago.
Cassandra: I know honey, I know (She strokes his forehead gently with her finger watching a small smile of pleasure crease his lips and his shoulders relax)
Devereaux: I was thinking in the car on the way home perhaps it’s time you and I got away for a while. We could go back to that little Island in Greece again you loved it there.
Cassandra: Yes, remember that little café we had dinner at that over looked the bay and that spectacular sunset?
Devereaux: How could I forget? Remember the villa we stayed in and that awful maid?
Cassandra: I’ll never forget her! She ruined that beautiful dress you bought me in that little shop behind the bakery.
Devereaux: Yes, they had the most wonderful bread.
Cassandra: That was a wonderful week.
Devereaux: We should go back. We could leave tomorrow night.
Cassandra: I would love too but don’t you have that Expo in Mew York and the negotiations with the German firm coming up soon and don’t forget the contract signing with JR Chandler this week. And with what happened tonight I don’t think the cops are going to want you going anywhere.
Devereaux: Why? I’m not a suspect? (Sits up and looks at her his mind racing last thing he need was some cop on a vendetta poking around in his affairs)
Cassandra: No honey of course not (She smiles patting his hand inwardly enjoying the look of panic that washed over his face) but Tad is my stepfather’s best friend and he’s going to be all over this.
Devereaux: I suppose you’re right (He sighs heavily feeling suddenly very weary the late hour and events of the day taking their toll) well when I get in to the office tomorrow I’m going to clear my schedule and you and I are going to go on holiday how’s that get away from this dreary little hamlet for a little while?
Cassandra: It sounds like a plan and I can’t wait. In the mean time my love why don’t you go lie down and I’ll I draw you a nice hot bath?
Devereaux: That actually sounds lovely but only if you join me. (He wriggles his eye brows at her and smiles Cassandra smiles seductively back at him then leans in closely brushing his lips against his and whispers)
Cassandra: I wouldn’t have it any other way. (He pulls her to him kissing her deeply them releases her he stands his body beginning to feel as weary as his mind as he shuffles back towards the bedroom)
Cassandra: I’m going to tidy up and start the bath. (She calls after him smiling to herself when he mumbles something incoherent as he shuffles down the hall. She picks up the glasses quickly rushing to the wet sink, she dumps the ice then rinses the glasses smiling broadly in admiration for her cleverness. By the time she finished and walked to the bedroom he’s be out cold and since his evening had been so harrowing he’d blame his sudden exhaustion on the evenings events. All and all tonight had been a good evening she’d accomplished a lot and best of all shed a voided having to have sexy with Devereaux she’d been able to avoid that revolting ritual and least for one night it was like a miracle this morning when she’d changed purses and found those sleeping pills inside. She’d thought they’d been heaven sent she had a very useful tools to assist her with her plan. Slipping it to him tonight would give her the time to let Rego’s swimmers to do their thing. If everything worked out as she’d hoped she’d be the hell out of here but at least for tonight she could get a restful night sleep and perhaps few more here and there since there were only for left and she definitely would need them when she was finally able to leave here for good! He Walks back to the bedroom and luck her Devereaux was coconscious and naked, sprawled across the bed sleeping the sleep of the dead. She smiles to herself lies on the bed closing her eyes and dreams of the day she was finally free if him)Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thank you Readers!
Dear Loyal Readers,
I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your love,praise, loyalty, and all of your encouragement. I write this because for one I love to write and two my love of "All My Children". One of the saddest things for myself and millions of others was watching our program being slowly murdered day after day and when that didn't work to chase fans away seeing our beloved program canceled out of greed and replaced with schlock-reality!
The a fore mentioned murder was the reason I started writing the Fan-Fiction when excellent writers and the creator who had a love and a vision for the program were pushed out and replaced with hacks Megan McCrackpipe and then the Charles Pratt "Craptacular". I was so angry that characters were being taken out of character and literally being destroyed to suit weak and convoluted story lines I started writing and you my friends and readers are why I continue writing now.
So again thank you all for the love support and as long as you all keep reading I'll be writing!
Takeitish!
I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your love,praise, loyalty, and all of your encouragement. I write this because for one I love to write and two my love of "All My Children". One of the saddest things for myself and millions of others was watching our program being slowly murdered day after day and when that didn't work to chase fans away seeing our beloved program canceled out of greed and replaced with schlock-reality!
The a fore mentioned murder was the reason I started writing the Fan-Fiction when excellent writers and the creator who had a love and a vision for the program were pushed out and replaced with hacks Megan McCrackpipe and then the Charles Pratt "Craptacular". I was so angry that characters were being taken out of character and literally being destroyed to suit weak and convoluted story lines I started writing and you my friends and readers are why I continue writing now.
So again thank you all for the love support and as long as you all keep reading I'll be writing!
Takeitish!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Jesse 2013
Jesse looks around the crash site watching the coroner finish his notes and close the back of the van then climb in to the drivers seat Brot in to the passenger side. He’d watched Brot as the technicians had pulled Taylor’s body up from the bottom and he’d handled like the soldier he was all his men had giving her a soldiers respect stopping what they were doing standing silently with their hats over their hearts as they carried her body to the waiting coroners van. Jesse said a silent prayer then walked towards the detective who’d taken Devereaux’s statement earlier. It was a long night and it was guaranteed to be an even longer day. He wanted to get over to the hospital and check on Tad but he needed to finish up here first.
Jesse: Detective what do you have for me?
Detective: I finished getting a statement from Mr. St. Jacque and his driver.
Jesse: Anything interesting pop up.
Detective: Nothing so far but I’ll go over it more closely once I right it up.
Jesse: Make sure you get a copy of that on my desk no later than nine AM.
Detective: Will do something up Chief?
Jesse: No I just want to go over it.
Detective: Will do Chief. Ahh chief.
Jesse: Yeah, there was one thing Mr. St. Jacque said he was coming back from New York? Make sure you check that out I want to know the time they left and I want you to scan the footage from the toll plaza.
Detective: Got it, anything else?
Jesse: Yeah, make sure you do a complete background check on the both of them.
Detective: Yes sir. Oh and Chief I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry for your loss.
Jesse: Thank you very much. I’m going to make sure we get the Collision investigation team report with in forty-eight hours.
Detective: Yes sir. (Jesse walks over to where the investigation team are working.) Gentleman.
Investigator: How’s it going Chief?
Jesse: I’ve had way better night’s whatchu got for me?
Investigator: We’ve identified the point of impact and it happened just as you suspected the other vehicle went off the road here and impacted the limo here. We figure you’re looking for a mid size box truck it’s going to have some front end damage broken headlight and signal light I found the pieces here there’s the skid marks we’ve got photo’s for now that’s about all I can give you, I’ll have more once we get some day light and when they pull the vehicle up. Hopefully I‘ll be able to pull more evidence from there.
Jesse: You and me both, where you able to get any tire print anything like that?
Investigator: No sorry chief the shoulder is paved and any footprints in the dirt were pretty degraded by the time we got here if there were any that would have been useful they were trampled.
Jesse: Yeah I was afraid of that.
Investigator: I’ll let you know if we come up with anything.
Jesse: Please, do that. Night.
Investigator: I will. Night Chief.
Jesse walks back towards his car there wasn’t much more he could do here tonight he’d have to wait for reports and daylight before he’d know more. But even with as little as he knew now there were warning signs popping up all over the place and most them popped up around Devereaux St. Jacque. He really wanted to know more about his stepdaughter’s lover a lot more. Something about his behavior his and his drivers stories, just didn’t sit right with him. Especially after talking to Aidan and Adrian. Their reactions at the mention of his name, the looks they’d given each other were more than enough to peak his interest. Devereaux was in this up to his neck and so were those two and he was going to find out how and why. He opens the door of the car then stares down at the lights and news vans parked along the side of the road and the reporters standing in front of the barrier craning their necks to see past the police holding them back and blocking their view. He slides in to the seat shutting the door and starts the engine then wields the car around in a circle driving slowly through the parting crowd ignoring the reporters tapping on the car windows and screaming questions. Last thing he wanted to do was speak to those vultures they had been circling since before he’d arrived. This was definitely not the way he’d plan to spend his evening. He’d hoped to just have a quiet moment in his office catch up on some work and leave he hadn’t expected the DNA results to be there. After reading them he’d hoped to have a moment to allow it all to seep in, think about the best way to proceed before talking to Frankie. Then the call had come in about Tad and Taylor and he’d put it out his mind but how long could he just ignore it? He had to tell him about Griff and Randi but he supposed that could wait a bit longer Frankie didn’t know he’d gotten the results back and Randi had been without her father for her entire life another few days wasn’t going to make much difference. Besides, she had no idea the man was even alive let alone here in Pine Valley. The only one that had any inkling was he and Frankie and Frankie didn’t know he had the result back anyway. He also wanted to talk to Griff first before he spoke to Frankie. Kind of feel him out he’d been in kind of a similar situation and it didn’t seem fair to just blind side the man plus he wanted to hear his side, in his words without out them being discolored by raw emotions and knee jerk reactions. From what he knew of the man he seemed like he was a decent person who’d made a mistake but with everything his family had gone through and was going through he needed to take a good long hard look at this man first see if anything ticked on the meter. Right now though he needed to concentrate on Taylor the accident that killed her and the man his stepdaughter had entangled herself with. Frankie would just have to understand family matters would have to take a back seat to murder.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Tad Wedding Aftermath 01/25/2013
Jamie and Francessca rush into the emergency room and are greeted by his Grandmother Opal and Palmer.
Opal: Oh Jaime thank goodness how are you honey? (She reaches over hugging him tightly holding back her tears then Francessca)
Jamie: I’m okay Grandma?
Opal: I’m worried. We haven’t heard anything since Adrian and them bought him in. (She dabs at her eyes then drops in to the chair Jamie and Francessca sitting one on each side of her)
Jaime: Where’s Adrian now?
Palmer: He went down to the cafeteria to get us coffee. (He says taking the chair opposite them)
Francessca: You were here when they bought him in?
Palmer: We were here before they bought him in. (He says nodding his head towards Opal)
Jamie: Are you okay you’re not sick are you?
Opal: I’m fine now. (She smiles patting her hand)
Palmer: She hadn’t been feeling well all evening I made her come in to be checked out when we got here they were bringing Tad in.
Francessca: Are you sure you’re okay Opal?
Jamie: Maybe we should have you looked at?
Opal: I’m fine I told Palmer I was fine before he dragged me here.
Palmer: You weren’t fine you were cold and shivering and you said something was very wrong.
Opal: I meant that something was wrong in the cosmos not with me!
Palmer: Hmm! (He snorts)
Opal: Don’t “Hmm” me Palmer turns out I was right wasn’t I, (She says with a huff then remembers what she was right about and sigh shaking her head) but what away to prove my point.
Jamie: So what happened to you?
Opal: We came home from the wedding Palmer had some calls to make and I was so cold. I decided to build a fire and take a look at my cards.
Francessca: What did they say?
Opal: I couldn’t tell my mind was just so muddle. (She shrugs) Eventually I fell asleep and had this awful dream.
Palmer: That’s when I found her wrapped in a blanket and shivering so I sent her up to bed.
Opal: So I went up and fell asleep and had another awful dream.
Palmer: That’s when I found her lying next to me shivering again and I made her come here.
Opal: And I was sitting right here talking to Palmer and I look up and they’re wheeling your father in (Then her tears begin to well in her eyes and her voice gets tight) that’s when they told us about Taylor.
Jamie: Anyone contacted Mr. and Mrs. Thompson? I’d hate for them to find out from the TV.
Palmer: I called them as soon as we saw Tad come in and I’d spoken to the officer, then I called everyone I could think of.
Opal: How are the girls do they know?
Jamie: They were asleep when we left.
Opal: That’s a blessing.
Francessca: My Mom and Dad are staying with them.
Jamie: Yeah I asked them to keep them home from school and not let them watch TV till we can talk to them. (Ruth and Joe rush through the ER door walking to the small group and hugging each one.
Ruth: Any news on Tad’s condition?
Palmer: Nothing yet.
Jamie: I’m going to see if I can find anything out I’ll be right back.
Ruth: Thanks honey. Did anyone call Krystal?
Francessca: My Mom was going to call her when we were leaving.
Opal: What about Brooke?
Francessca: She should be here soon.
Joe: I don’t understand what happened. (He looks from one o the other confused)
Palmer: According to Adrian they were hit while the driver was fixing a flat. He said the impact pushed the limousine over the edge.
Adrian: Here you go (He holds out a tray of cups Opal and Palmer each take one) Hey Ruth, Joe. Hi Francessca is Jamie here?
Francessca: He went to see what he could find out.
Adrian: Did anyone call Jake?
Francessca: We spoke to Amanda on the way over here Jake is on duty tonight and she’s going to drop Trevor off with my Mom and be right over.
Ruth: Adrian how was he when you bought him in?
Adrian: I’m not going to lie to you Ruth he was pretty bad the paramedics still can’t figure out why or how he was still conscious and flailing around when they found him. He was even yelling at them but they think that was shock but we all know Tad that wasn’t shock. (They all laugh)
Tad lies on a chaise lounge holding Taylor’s hand. She lies on a matching one next to his sunshine bathing her face in a warm glow. He glances over at her and she smiles back at him looking pleased and happy. He turns is head toward the water gently lapping against the shore he glances up shading his eyes from the blinding light and the sound of screeching of tires and he laying among the dirt and jagged rocks and Phillip is standing above him)
Phil: How are you doing Tad?
Tad: You’re still here?
Phil: I told you I would see you at the hospital.
Tad: And I told you not to bother!
Phil: What can I say; you’re stuck with me for the duration.
Tad: The duration of what?
Phil: Till you don’t need me anymore.
Tad: I don’t need you now.
Phil: Yeah you do you just don’t know it yet.
Tad: I know what I need you can’t give me so go away.
Phil: I’m not going anywhere.
Tad: Well if you’re going to be hanging around could you at least shut up so I can get some sleep?
Phil: At the moment you are asleep.
Tad: Good so this is all a dream and Taylor is still alive.
Phil: At the moment because they gave you a sedative but, what happened isn’t a dream. Taylor is gone.
Tad: Then why are you still here? You’ve already taken everything from me what else do you want from?
Phil: Everything wasn’t taken Tad you still have your family and your friends. They need you.
Tad: What about what I need or don’t I count?
Phil: Of course you count more than you know it and in the next few months your family and friends are really going to need you. That’s why I’m here to make sure you know it.
Tad: Why me huh? Why do I have to sacrifice for everyone else?
Phil: No one was sacrificed Tad I told you Taylor dying had nothing to do with you. It was just her time.
Tad: It had everything to do with me! Do me a favor go away Phil!
Phil: I will but only because Jamie is coming. I’ll talk to you later.
Tad: Don’t bother Phil!
Jamie: Dad? (He says touching his shoulder) Hey it’s me Jamie.
Tad: Hey son Phil said you were coming.
Jaime: Who’s Phil one of your doctors? (He looks around the room at the doctors and nurses present not recognizing the name)
Tad: What? (He looks up at him confused expecting to see Phillip)
Jaime: You said “Phil said you were coming.”
Tad: Yeah sorry I think I was dreaming.
Jamie: Yeah they have you on some pretty heavy-duty painkillers I’m surprised you’re even awake. (He jokes surprised by his fathers tenacity)
Tad: I don’t want to sleep. (His voice heavy with anger and sadness)
Jamie: You have to sleep Dad you need your rest. You have to be tired.
Tad: I am but I don’t want to sleep.
Jamie: Why not you have to be exhausted?
Tad: because every time I close my eyes I see Taylor and when I open them I have to remind myself she’s gone all over again. (He begins to weep quietly at first Jamie sits on the edge of the bed holding his father his heart aching for him tears stringing his eyes and his throat tightens at the sound of his fathers gut wrenching sobs)Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Ryan and Griff 01/23/2013
Griff walks into the penthouse surprised to see Ryan still awake papers spread out across the coffee table.
Griff: Hey, you’re up late. What’s got you burning the midnight oil?
Ryan: Whatsup, just finishing up some stuff I need to get done for tomorrow. What about you? (He tosses his pen down a top the folder watching Griff as he tosses his jacket on the chair by the door)
Griff: I opened and closed for Carmen and Krystal. They had a wedding to go to.
Ryan: Oh yeah, (Remembering Tad’s wedding was today and noting Griff’s weary expression) long day.
Griff: I don’t mind (He smiles as he stretches) Carmen and Krystal are good people.
Ryan: You really like working there huh? (He smiles at him happy Griff seemed to have found his niche)
Griff: Yeah, I do.
Ryan: Good for you I’m glad. (He picks up the pen looking down at the contract in front of him as Griff walks to the kitchen)
Griff: You want a beer?
Ryan: Sure I’m finished with this. (He calls after him tossing the pen back down on the table and closing the folder as Griff hands him a bottle)
Griff: Here you go.
Ryan: Thanks! (He reaches for the bottle salutes him with it then drinks)
Griff: So what’s new in Ryan’s world? (He sits in the chair opposite him)
Ryan: Nothing, (He sits back against the cushions) nothing really working, spending time with my daughter, the therapy sessions.
Griff: How are the sessions going?
Ryan: Good, very well actually. (Grinning from ear to ear as he leans forward) I was surprised. Emma actually wants to spend time with me so that’s a great thing.
Griff: That’s real good. (Happy for Ryan was making some real progress with his daughter perhaps someday he could do the same then changes the painful topic) What about your new partner that Devereaux guy?
Ryan: That’s okay I guess. (He shrugs his expression betraying his words)
Griff: What do you mean you guess?
Ryan: I don’t know he’s just, (He sighs heavily shaking his head) I don’t know I just can’t put my finger on it. It’s just a feeling.
Griff: Trust your feelings Ryan just like in prison if it don’t feel right it ain’t right. (He nods using his beer bottle as a pointer then sips it)
Ryan: Yeah, (He raises his brow nodding his head in agreement) problem is I don’t know what it is.
Griff: Well what’s been going on lately? (He sits back in the chair cradling his beer bottle in his lap)
Ryan: Remember I was telling you a few weeks ago what a control freak he is?
Griff: Yeah. (His brow creasing his attention focused)
Ryan: Well recently he’s been he’s been giving me bits and pieces of the Sherrigan- Chandler deal that was something he said at the beginning that he wanted to handle exclusively now all of a sudden he wants me to do it?
Griff: Maybe he’s busy with something else.
Ryan: Like what? There’s no new business at the moment that I know of.
Griff: Maybe he’s out generating new business.
Ryan: If he is why haven’t I heard anything about it?
Griff: Is his work slacking?
Ryan: No it’s spot on but he seems distracted.
Griff: He lives with that Cassandra girl right? (He smirks sitting back in his chair)
Ryan: Yeah what’s she got to do with it?
Griff: From what I hear from Carmen and Krystal she a real piece of work maybe she’s got him all worked up. (He chuckles looking at Ryan’s doubtful face)
Ryan: Maybe.
Griff: Speaking of Sherrigan how you doing with that? (He eyes Ryan suspiciously remembering the day he’d met Rebeka Sherrigan)
Ryan: What do you mean?
Griff: I mean the last time we talked you were all “gaga” over Rebeka Sherrigan. (He teases amused by Ryan’s shy blush and defensiveness)
Ryan: I wasn’t all ‘gaga” I told you what happened I was just a little thrown.
Griff: I little thrown? (He says laughing heartily) Boy, it was more like knocked out by the pitch. You couldn’t concentrate for days, which is why you’re here now. (He points at the pile of papers on the table)
Ryan: I’m here now because I have a meeting with JR and Rebeka tomorrow that Devereaux just threw on me this morning. (He says stacking the folders on top of each other in a huff making Griff laugh harder)
Griff: So I was right! You’re seeing Ms. Sherrigan tomorrow and you want to shine. (Flailing his fingers out in a starburst shape around his face)
Ryan: I want to shine because that’s my job. (He grins then stands picking up the folders and putting them in his briefcase)
Griff: Yeah, that’s your job but don’t tell me you’re not looking forward to the opportunity to do it in front of her. (He sips his beer giving Ryan a sidelong glance and smirks)
Ryan: Why do you keep pushing this?
Griff: Because, I know there’s more to it than you just wanting to “Shine”.
Ryan: Okay, okay I admit it (Sitting back down on the sofa and reaching for his beer then holds it in his lap grinning from ear to ear) I’m kind of looking forward to seeing her again.
Griff: Isn’t she living with JR Chandler?
Ryan: Yeah I know, (He huffs) I just can’t help it she reminds me so much of Gillian.
Griff: You mean she looks like her. (He drains the remains of the bottle then sets it on the table)
Ryan: She looks like her she sounds like her.
Griff: My suggestion buddy keep reminding yourself she not her.
Ryan: I know she’s not I just…
Griff: You just nothing man (He cuts in shutting down any excuse Ryan was about to purpose) she’s not your wife and she’s in love with someone else. If I were you I’d put as much space as possible between the two of you before trouble starts.
Ryan: Don’t you think I know that? (He sets the bottle on the table looking as frustrated as he sounded)
Griff: Do you?
Ryan: Of course! (He finishes the beer in the bottle places the empty container on the table before continuing) That’s why I was relieved when Devereaux said he was handling it then he dropped it in my lap.
Griff: So what are you going to do? (He reaches over picks up the empty bottle along with his own and stands talking as he walks to the kitchen and walks back in)
Ryan: I’m going to complete my meeting with them and then I’m leaving it all with Devereaux’s secretary and I’m off to New York for the expo for the next three days. (He sits back against the cushions hands tucked behind his head and sighs loudly) So you’re going to have the place all to yourself.
Griff: Oh yeah thanks for reminding me. (Happy to have some time to himself for a couple of days) Well listen I have to get to bed. (He walks slowly up the steps and yawning)
Ryan: Yeah me too. I’ll see you when I get back.
Griff: Good luck man, night. (He yawns again rubbing the back of his neck as he walks down the hall)
Ryan: Thanks night. (He glances down at the Rebeka and Jr’s file his mind going back to the day he’d returned her phone the way she’d turned her head to the side when she was talking to him it was like having Gillian right there it was so hard not to just reach out and pull her in to his arms bury his face in the curve of her neck, run his hands along the length of her feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hands taste her kiss on his lips. Griff was right he had to stop. She wasn’t Gillian and he couldn’t pretend she was)Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Jamie and Francessca 01/22/2013
Francessca sits on the sofa a bowl of popcorn on the table as Jamie comes down the steps looking tired.
Francessca: The girls asleep?
Jamie: Finally four stories and two glasses of water later.
Francessca: Aww you’re a good big brother. (She holds her arms out) Come here. (He sits on the edge of the sofa and hugs him then kisses him)
Jamie: That’s more like it. (He grins then leans in and kisses her again then squeezes onto the couch next to her wrapping his arms around her and pulls her close then yawns)
Francessca: Tired?
Jamie: A little how about you?
Francessca: I’m okay. They were probably a little wound up too, because it’s a new place. (He laughs at the image of his sisters jumping from bed to bed trying not to touch the floor and smothering a laugh when he chastised them)
Jamie: That and they are packed with sugar up from the wedding.
Francessca: They had a really good time. (Remembering all the kids running and laughing from attraction to attraction all day) I thought with all the running around they would have fallen asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
Jamie: I wish. (He rolls his eyes and sighs)
Francessca: Are you hungry there are a lot of leftovers.
Jamie: No, I’m fine honey thanks. Did the Baby finally calm down? (He places his hand on her belly waiting for the baby to beat against his palm)
Francessca: Yeah he finally stopped playing me like a bongo if that’s what you mean.
Jamie: Maybe it was all the sugar you feed him. (He nuzzles her neck enjoying her head curl in toward his touch)
Francessca: The doctor said he’s turning besides I only had one piece of wedding cake. (She pulls away from him her voice defensive he chuckles pulling her back towards him and punctuating each word with a kiss)
Jamie: And three cannolis, baklava, a napoleon, and what was that other thing you had?
Francessca: A biscotti. (She half moans turning her head as Jamie trails kisses across her other cheek and down her neck)
Jamie: Biscotti! (Stopping his love making he sits up and looks up at the ceiling listening for foot steps then sits back when he hears none)
Francessca: They were so good! I haven’t had one that good since I came back from my Grandmother’s!
Jamie: They were good. How is your Grandmother?
Francessca: She’s wonderful can’t wait to be a great Grandmother so she can spoil him rotten. Her words. (They both laugh)
Jamie: She sounds like my grandmothers. (They laugh again Jamie swings his feet to the floor then helps Francessca sit up)
Francessca: Ahhg! (She groans resting her feet on the floor then pilling pillows behind her back) Yeah they’re all really excited and your Mom is just crazy! (She laughs)
Jamie: What did she do now?
Francessca: She bought the baby the biggest stuffed lion I have ever seen! (Her arms and eyes stretched out wide)
Jamie: Come on it’s not that big. (He smirks)
Francessca: The thing is life size Jamie. There’s no room in there for the baby. (She laughs and shakes her head)
Jamie: Then maybe we should start thinking about getting a bigger place.
Francessca: Maybe we should just get the grandparents to stop buying everything they see.
Jamie: Yeah, well good luck with that.
Francessca: No joke I mentioned to your mom I really liked this one electronic breast pump the other day and I went in the nursery to put the bedding set she bought for the baby and it was sitting on the changer.
Jamie: What can I say it’s her first grandchild she’s excited.
Francessca: I just feel…you know kind of… (She shrugs her voice trailing off her expression guilty he looks down at his hands then back up at her)
Jamie: You still feel bad lying to her.
Francessca: Oh course, your Mom is more than just my boss or my mother in-law she my friend and I don’t lie to my friends.
Jamie: Honey I know how badly this makes you feel but too many people already know and…(He finishes his sentence as if on queue then sighs resting her forehead on her palm)
Francessca: It puts your Mom in an awkward position I know, I know but it doesn’t make me feel any better. (Looking up at her the guilty in her voice and her expression still the same)
Jamie: Baby you have to trust me on this one please (he slips his arm around her pulling her close) if or when this ever comes out she has to find out at the same time as Oliver. She’s kept enough secrets from him about me, about us. You get it right? (He places his knuckle under her chin tilting her head up to look at him)
Francessca: Yeah I do but it doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies.
Jamie: Well you could just think of it this way either way she’s going to be the babies grandmother so if she wants to spoil the baby rotten let her she’d be doing it anyway whether she knew or not. So stop worrying okay.
Francessca: Okay.
Jamie: Promise?
Francessca: Promise.
Jamie: What do you say you and I go to bed? (He stands hands on his hips his eyebrows wiggling up and down)
Francessca: Just one second I was waiting for this news flash I saw earlier.
Jamie: Yeah? What happened?
Francessca: I’m not sure I was trying to listen when you called my upstairs before and I missed it. (She reaches behind her adjusting the pillows as Jamie walks towards the kitchen)
Jamie: Okay, I’m going to get something to drink you want something?
Francessca: No I’m good thanks. (She reaches for the remote and turns the volume on the TV up as the report comes just as the phone rings)
Jamie: I got it! Hey Mom what’s up? (Francessca raises the volume on the set to hear over Jamie talking on the phone) It’s coming on now he says turning towards the TV set as Brooke talks)
“Reporter: Dan I’m on Owego Ridge where earlier this evening it was the site of a deadly accident when a limousine went off the highway and down a fifty-foot embankment. Police are reporting that two people were killed another has been air lifted to Pine Valley Hospital.
Anchor Man: Do we have the names of the victims?
Reporter: No names on the victims of this tragic accident pending notification of the victim’s families.”
Anchor: Do the police know what caused the accident?
Reporter: Reports are still coming in but so far we have been told that the limousine was struck by another vehicle that fled the scene.
Anchor: Do the police know anything about the other vehicle?
Reporter: Nothing so far but we do have the names of the victims. The driver of the Limo was sixty-four year old George Lloyd who police was killed on impact and tragically Newly weds Tad Martin and his bride Taylor Thompson Martin. The two were just married this afternoon and were on their way to their honeymoon when tragedy struck. Mrs. Martin has been reported also have been killed and Mr. Martin has been air lifted to Pine Valley Hospital.
Francessca: Oh My God! (She looks up at Jamie who’s face is ashen his eyes filled with fear she turns off the set then reaches for her ringing phone as she goes quickly to him) Hello? Hey Mom we just heard….Oh that would be really great thank you.
Jamie: We’ll be right there! (He says putting the phone back in the cradle) My father and Taylor were in an accident. (He holds her to him closing his eyes breathing in her strength fighting back his tears)
Francessca: I know honey. (She whispers knowing all too well the pain he was feeling)
Jamie: My God this is so surreal. I just don’t believe it!
Francessca: That was my mother she on her way over to watch the girls.
Jamie: The girls! (He pulls away from starts up the steps then stops coming back to her) What am I going to tell them? How am I…
Francessca: We don’t have to tell them anything yet they’re asleep. We can talk to them in the morning. (He nods in agreement smiles weakly. Francessca strokes his cheek then kisses him gently)
Rhea: Cess I’m here. (Her mother voice calls softly as she enters the room hugging first her daughter then Jamie)
Rhea: I’m so sorry honey.
Jamie: Thanks Rhea.
Rhea: No problem you guys get going and call me when you hear something. (She says shooing them towards the door. Francessca picks up her purse from the table and follows Jamie towards the door he reaches for their coats on the pegs)
Jamie: We will. (He holds out Francessca’s jacket holding it while she shoulders in to it) Do me a favor, don’t let the girls go to school or watch TV till we can talk to them please?
Rhea: Sure thing and I’ll give Krystal a call.
Francessca: Thanks Mom (She kisses her cheek and hugs he quickly then follows Jamie out the door) we’ll call as soon as we hear anything.
Rhea: I’ll say a prayer.
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