Somewhere
"You shot me, you
crazy bitch, you shot me!" Jim yelled in pain as he lay on
the floor, his chest bleeding. Anne stood near him, the gun still in
her hand and looked at him with a cold look in her eyes. "You left me no
choice, Jim. I'm sorry," she said grimly. "You are nuts,
god!" he continude yelling. "Call 911,
something, I'm dying,
for god sake!" "I can't do that, Jim.
Too risky," she replied coldly. "What? What are you
talking about? You have two men injured here! You are
out of your mind!" "Maybe, but I'll be in
even more trouble if I call the police," she said, "and so
will you!" "Annie, I'm begging
you, I need help! Medical help. For God’s sake, it
hurts!" "I'm sorry, Jim. You
did enough. I can't take the risk of being throw in
jail. Now that Steven’s escaped and Craig’s dead, it's too risky,"
she told him still very calm. "He is not dead yet,
Anne! We can save him, but not if you hesitate. We both need medical treatment
right now!" "No, it's too late for
Craig, he's already dead. The question is, what I'm gonna
do with you.” Somewhere in
the mountains of
It took Dex
nearly a full minute to figure out where he was. He knew he was outside,
that much was certain. But where, and why? All he
could see were stars and a languid plume of smoke wafting overhead. But the growing warmth of
the flames soon slapped him back to full consciousness.
Alarmed, he now realized that there was a small fire not
too far from his head, practically burning his eyelashes. He snapped
to, springing onto his feet. "What the hell?" he thought. "The plane!" Dex's
small private jet was slowly burning up. But never mind that. Where was Alexis? Covering his face with his
shirt, he tried to peer into the cabin. The smoke,
light as it was at this point, still teared his eyes.
He coughed as
he tried to wave the smoke away with his hands. But after a quick
search of the cabin and cockpit, he realized that Alexis was nowhere to
be found. He shot back out of the plane before the flames got
too high and was back where he started. "Alexis! Alexis!"
he shouted. No answer. She must have been thrown clear of
the plane when it crash-landed, but where was she? That is, assuming she was
still on the plane when it hit. There was always
the possibility that she fell out in mid-air as the plane went into
its nosedive. But that scenario was too terrible to think of. Dex shuddered as
he started a search outside the plane. In growing circles,
he quickly tore through the weeds and brush of the hillside where
the plane had landed. Eventually he'd find her. He hoped. His search soon turned up
one of Alexis's dainty little shoes. He scooped up
the pump and again shouted her name. Still no answer.
That didn't
matter. The shoe at least proved that she was near. He continued
his circles, glad to be getting farther and farther from the flames
and heat of the burning plane. His luck eventually won
out, as about 30 yards from the wreckage, there
lay Alexis, her face and clothes scratched and dirtied, a little blood on
her forehead, but otherwise she didn't look too bad. "Alexis! Alexis! My
God!" Dex shouted as he dropped the shoe
and took her into her
arms. Her breathing was belabored and she did not respond. The
Sable sat in the library,
sighed and poured herself a shot of courage. With Frankie out of the
house it was up to her to play Mistress of the Manor.
And she knew it wouldn't be easy looking after a houseful of desperate,
frightened and confused young Carringtons and Colbys. She prayed to
the portrait of Constance Patterson Colby for luck, then entered,
not too drunkenly, into the grand parlor where her various relatives
alternately sulked, wept and quarreled. There was Monica, bless
her, reading a story to Cathy. Amanda and Miles stood close together
by the fireplace, their wedding day ruined by
all the commotion, wondering what to do next. Sammy Jo sat in an armchair
next to her sleeping twins. The open magazine on her lap seemed to
be far less interesting than the nearest wall. Lauren pouted in a
corner, apparently ready to kill the first person who’d say a word to
her. Joseph sat by himself, obviously stunned over his father's arrest.
And poor cousin Rosalind: senility had gotten the best of her and
she sat on the floor, carrying on conversations with housecats that
didn't exist. The only person who seemed unaffected by any of this
was Sable's own son, Cameron, who sat at the computer happily blasting
space aliens into oblivion. Sable couldn't find a chair
and so stood in the middle of the room, trying to
look authoritative and calm in the midst of so much angst. She was almost glad, for a moment, that Bliss had gone on home to her own
family. At least that was one less person to worry about. Dana, Cassie, LB and Jeff had
accompanied Adam to the police station. Wouldn't she love to be a
fly on the ceiling while that interrogation got
underway! In a sick way, she was also
glad that some of the other relatives had left
the house, despite the dire emergencies that had instigated their departures.
Blake and Krystle, along with Dominique, had flown
with William back to mother.
What that was all about, Sable could only guess. And so, Sable was
glad that she only had one dozen or so despondent relatives to deal
with now, instead of twice that many. Still, she had a job to do,
unpleasant and unwanted though it may be. "Lauren," she
announced, "I just received a phone call from Jason. It seems
your mother is all right and she'll be coming home shortly." "Goody for her!"
Lauren shrieked and stomped away. Sable wondered what that
was all about, but was hardly surprised, having
already noted the short-fused look on Lauren's face. Well, Lauren would have to be
dealt with later. Now it was Amanda's turn. She walked right up to her
new daughter-in-law and gave her a nice big hug
without a word. "Sable, Sable,"
Amanda said. "What are Miles and I supposed to do? We're thinking of cancelling our honeymoon; there's so much going on." "Don't be silly,
dear," Sable said. "You must know by now that this family
seems to explode once a year or so. Everything will be all right." "Still, I think I
should stay," Amanda pressed on. "That'll be
fine!" Rosalind clucked, popping off the floor. "And don't worry
about your tickets; I'll accompany young Miles. Oh, what a delightful
time we'll have together--just the two of us--on the sands of "Why
not "Er,
Aunt Rosalind," Amanda said, "I think I can handle my honeymoon on
my own. But thank you for your concern." "And thank you for
your concern," Sable said to Amanda. "But darling, really,
there's nothing you can do here. Please, take your honeymoon and
don't worry about anything. I'll handle it all." "And there's one or
two things I can handle," Rosalind said, smacking her
lips at the sight of Miles. Miles went white and was
quite relieved when the doorbell rang. Before long,
the butler announced an orderly and a nurse, both dressed in white. "We've come for Miss
Bedford," the orderly said. "Oh,
Hell's bells!" Rosalind spat. "Can't you see
we're having a party?" "But we're here to
take you to another party," the nurse said. "It's a lovely
tea party. Just you and all your dolls." "My
dolls?" Rosalind said. "Oh, yes, I can't keep my
dolls waiting. Such
lovely things, and so polite. All right, I'll go.
Amanda, I'll cast a
spell for all good wishes on your wedding night. Goodbye to you all!
Goodbye!" She spun around and allowed herself to be led to a waiting
car. "Poor old bird,"
Sable shook her head. "She's lost her grip. Happy as a junebug, though, I'd say." "Aunt Sable,"
Joseph interrupted innocently, "when is my daddy coming back?" Sable was momentarily
stunned. Oh, what to say to a child at a time like
this? "Joseph, I want you to be a big boy," Sable said, putting her
arms around him. "You see, there's a lot of
things that need straightening
out, and he has to go away. We may not see your father for a
long time." "What do you
mean?" Joseph started sobbing. "Where is he going?" "She means he's going
to jail!" Cameron said with glee. "You shut up!"
Joseph said, pulling away from Sable. "My dad's not going to
jail! My dad's better than your dad! Your dad scrapes cow poop
off his boots all day!" "So?" Cameron
teased him. "My mom's so rich she has a Van Gogh hanging in
her bathroom." "So? My dad's so rich
he has 'Vangle' himself hanging in the bathroom!"
Joseph shot back. "So? He probably hung
him there himself!" Cameron played on. "Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it!" Cathy repeated endlessly, covering her ears.
Amanda rushed to her daughter's side while Sammy Jo hid her eyes in
her hands. "All right, you
boys," Sable stood up. "Cameron--you can go to your room if
that's the way you speak to your cousin. And no video
games!" Cameron felt too triumphant
to protest, and soon vanished upstairs. Amanda and Miles, at this
point, thought it was high time they got their
sobbing daughter into bed, and realized that Joseph needed some down
time as well. Amanda picked up the tearful girl and took her upstairs.
Miles took Joseph by the hand and said, "Come on, partner; I'll race you
upstairs." The two of them ran off and were gone. The three remaining women,
Sable, Sammy Jo and Monica, all locked eyes and
let out a laugh of relief. "Well, Mother," Monica said, "it's quite a
menagerie you've inherited." "Like monkeys at a
zoo," Sable said. "Oh, why can't they stay little and
quiet like these two?" she said referring to the twin tots, Iris and
Alex, asleep in their dual crib. "They have their
moments," Sammy Jo smiled. Then her face grew cold again
and she stared at the floor. Sable went to her side.
"It's a shame your aunt Krystle had to leave so suddenly.
I wish there was something I could do to help." "Oh, I need help all
right," Sammy Jo said. "But I need answers more than
anything. I can't believe Steven would just run off like that. Bart Fallmont
said he never even heard from Steven. Why would Steven lie
like that? I can't think what could have happened to him." Somewhere
else…
While the Carringtons began to wonder, for the first time since his disappearance,
that something bad had happened to Steven, Steven himself
was running from his captors, hoping they were not after him. Now that he was finally out
of the cabin Craig held him in, he drove his
car to nowhere, without knowing where he was, or how to find his
way to a main road that would take him to the closest city where he'd be
able to contact his family. He still couldn't believe
that Jim was somehow involved with the kidnapping.
At first he thought Jim had located Craig and then came to rescue Steven, but as long he kept
thinking about the latest events he became more
and more certain that somehow, Jim knew that Craig had held him, and
came, maybe to rescue him, when he realized things had gotten out of control.
He only hoped Jim didn't used the last few weeks to get his dirty
hands back on Sammy Jo! The only reason Steven could think of was
the idea to kidnap him. He stopped the car at the
side of the road the second he noticed a public
telephone. "Finally," he told himself, left the car and prayed to
god the phone was working. It was his last chance; he had no money,
no food, no drink, and the gas tank in Craig's car was only half full. "Hello? I need to make
a collect call, Miss, to the
representative from the other line and gave her the phone number to
Delta "Come on, Sammy Jo,
pick up the phone, come on!” But Sammy Jo was not still in
"Can you tell me where
I'm calling you from? I don't know where I am, it's
kind of an emergency," Steven asked. "I'm sorry sir, I
can't hear you very well," the operator said. "I said this is an
emergency, hello? Hello?" he asked but the static made it
very difficult to hear, and eventually the line went dead. "Damn phone,"
Steven hung it angrily and tried to call again, but there
was no tone this time. "Where am I damn it, where am I?” Now he had no choice. He
had to go back to the car and continue driving to
the nowhere, hoping he'll arrive some place before the gas would
run out! The Colbys mansion,
Adam packed his last
suitcase and ordered the first flight back to the
damage that threatened to expose his actions and this time even send him
to prison. He knew that the minute Blake came back with Krystle, he'd demand Adam tell him the whole truth and
wouldn’t forgive
when he found out what Adam did. But he knew it won't be easy.
Blake was already very upset when he first heard Jeff's claims and
said some pretty harsh things to his son, things that Adam remembered
very well…
Back to the
present
"Damn you, Jeff. Damn
you!" Adam knocked on the table as the door
opened and Jeff walked into the room. "Going somewhere,
Adam?" he asked him, satisfied. "Get out of here, Jeff, I have nothing to say to you!" "You don't need to say
anything, Adam, at least not to me. But I'm sure Blake and the police will
find it very interesting to hear what you have to
say to them," Jeff said coldly. "You
bastard! You promised father you wouldn't go to the
police before he comse back!" Adam went ballistic. "Oh, so you're afraid
now, Adam? I thought you had nothing to hide," Jeff said. "Don't play games with
me, or I’ll--” "What? What will you
do, Adam? Send somebody to kill me like you killed John Nance?" "I had nothing to do
with that poor bastard’s death! Nothing!" "Tell that to the
cops. Oh, and don't bother trying to use the company jet; I gave
orders not to let you use it anymore," Jeff announced. "You
son of a bitch!" Adam yelled. "Believe me, Adam.
This is only the beginning. I'll see to it that you
spend your entire life at prison, paying for all you did, to LB
and to all those poor workers who died because of you!" Jeff attacked
him. "Finally you are gonna be punished for
everything, Adam. For everything!" he
continued and it looked like Adam could explode at any moment. "You stop that,
Jeff!" they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them.
They both turned around and found Dana standing in the doorway, "You have no right to
accuse Adam with anything until it's proven. And Blake specifically
asked you to sit and wait until he comes back to
get to the bottom of it!" she defended Adam. "Dana, I know you love
him and worry for him. But even you know that this
time he crossed the line, and he will pay for it, big time. I frankly
don't know what you’re still doing with a guy like this," Jeff said and then
walked out, without looking at Adam. "Thank you,
darling," Adam approached Dana and embraced her, "I knew you'd be
on my side," he continued. "And don't worry, I won't disappoint
you. We'll take the first flight back to this
mess; it's all going to be fine, I promise you," he told her. Dana broke away and turned
around. "No, Adam, it’s not
going to be so easy to kiss and make up this time," she said. "What? What are you
talking about? Of course we will. You'll see, it'll be
fine. I know you're confused now and maybe afraid of what’s to come, but
believe me, I'm innocent, honestly, I am!" Adam lied. "No, Adam. No! Can't
you see that? I can't live with your lies anymore,
with the constant fear that something else will happen, that something
new will rock our lives, I can't do that anymore, Adam!" "Dana, I know it
hasn't been easy this last year, but really, it's the last time,
darling. I swear to God, this is the last time," he tried to touch
her but she rejected him. "Yes it is the last
time, Adam. I can't deal with the lying, the schemes,
the fights with Jeff. I can't deal with this anymore, Adam" "Dana, come on!” "No, Adam. It's over.
I'm going back to sorry,
it's over," she said with tears in her eyes. "No, no Dana, please
don't do that, darling, I love you, you're my whole
life, you can't walk out on me, not you too, Dana. Please!" Adam begged
and tried to stop her from going, but she turned around and walked
out quickly, before the tears could flood her eyes. "No, Dana, please
don't do this," Adam called as the door slammed in his
face and he was left in the room alone, and desperate. Alexis'
penthouse, back in
"Well, here we
are," LB said when he and Lauren walked into Alexis' penthouse.
He put Lauren's luggage on the floor and looked around. " "Are you sure you
don't want to come back with me to the mansion?" LB asked. "We've been there
already, LB. This is where I want to stay, at least for
now. Besides, I think it's good for me to spend some time with Grandma.
It's really fun to live here with her," she said and he smiled. "I'm not so sure Mom
agrees with you, but whatever," LB replied. "Speaking of Grandma,
it looks like she's not back yet," Lauren said as she
walked into the living room, "the place looks exactly as we left it
before "What did Dex tell you?" he asked. "That
he needs some time alone with her. You think he took her
someplace else?" "Could
be. But I'm sure she would have called to inform you if she's staying
out of town for a while," LB said. "Maybe there's a
message on the answering machine," Lauren said and went to
the telephone desk to check for new messages. You have one new message,
the automatic machine announced. Lauren pressed
the speaker’s button and waited to hear the message. "Mother, this is
Steven!" they heard Steven's voice on the speaker. "God, Steven!"
Lauren called and LB hushed her, as they listened to the
rest of the message. “
I've tried to call you but you weren't home and I don't have much time. I
just called to inform you I`m fine and still working
on our big
deal. The negotiation with Sean Rowan exploded, but I'll do everything I
can to save that deal with him, and with Mr. Woo. I'll keep in
touch. Love you." "What the hell?”
Lauren began, "LB, they’re both dead, what is he
talking about?" "I don't know, but
it's very strange. I think he's trying to tell us something,"
he said and picked up the phone. "Who are you
calling?" Lauren asked. "Sammy Jo," LB
answered. Delta Sammy Jo quickly walked
into the ranch as the telephone began ringing. She took the twins to the
living room, left them in their pram and picked up
the phone, hoping it had something to do with Steven. "Hello?" "Sammy Jo, it's LB, I
hope I didn't interrupt you," he said politely. "Oh no, that's fine, I
just walked in now. What is going on? Is Fallon okay?"
she wondered why he called. They just said goodbye in the airport
after coming home together from family,
and Sammy Jo wondered if something happened, after all Fallon was
still at the hospital. "No, mother is fine as
far as I know. This is about Steven," LB said. "Steven? You heard
something from him?" Sammy Jo asked horrified. "Well Lauren and I
just walked into the penthouse. Grandma is not here,
so we check for new messages. The only message was from Steven. He left a message saying
he's fine and still trying to work on some
deal with Sean Rowan and Mr. Woo!” "What?" Sammy Jo
asked shocked. "That is how we
reacted too. Do you have any idea if Grandma worked on something
concerning those two?" LB asked as Lauren stood aside him, listening to
the conversation. "No, no, I mean, I
can't think of any reason why they'd be working on something to
do with two dead guys," Sammy Jo said worried, "unless Steven's trying to tell us
something," Sammy Jo said. "That's exactly what
we thought," LB said. "My god, something’s
happened to him. I should have known that the second
Bart showed up at the wedding," Sammy Jo said. "How did he sound?" "Very
serious. I don't want to scare you, Sammy Jo. But we
have to go to
the police with this; it looks like something bad’s
happened to him!” LB told her. click here to continue...
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