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| Shelby ([email protected]) January 9, 2003 The hold was a small room, with one tiny window, too small for Kit to get out of, which had been the reason for putting him in there. Next to the door, which Rick had closed on his entry was a chair, and he pulled it in front of him and sat down glaring at the boy laying in front of him. "We have unfinished business," Rick said dryly, trying to maintain a hold on his temper. Annoyed that this man, who had made the past several hours a living hell for him, had once again returned, Kit chose to keep his eyes planted on the floor. "I've got nothing more to say," came his cool reply. "Oh, you'll answer my questions, even if I have to spend the next two days in here with you," came Rick's reply, equally as cool. ~*~*~*~*~ Outside the room, Jonathan had his ear pressed firmly against the door, trying to determine if he should intervene before both of them ended up killing one another. He was so focused on trying to hear, that he didn't see or hear the approaching footsteps of his nephew, and for that reason, he jumped, and hit his head on the frame of the door. "Bloody hell that hurt," he said as he turned coming face to face with Alex. "You're mum is going to have a fit if she finds you out of bed," he said, feeling relieved that it was just him. "And my dad will have a few words for you when he finds out you're eavesdropping," Alex said holding a blanket around his still fevered body. The commotion which Kit had made earlier, about someone not being his Uncle woke Alex, and now he wanted to know what was going on. It appeared that the boy had a point, and Jonathan sighed, rubbing his head as he sat back down in his chair. Then realized that Alex didn't look so good. "I'll fill you in, but maybe we should get you back to bed before your mum comes looking for you," he said as he stood up and proceeded to escort Alex back to his room. ~*~*~*~*~ The tension in the air of the small room was so thick, that one could likely cut it with a pocket knife. Not a word had been spoken between the two occupants, and Kit now glared at the man before him with more hate in his body than he had ever felt. Not far from where Kit lay, on a pallet of several blankets piled on the floor, Rick starred back, still trying to come to terms with what Kit had said before everything went black. The boy was obviously telling the truth, he couldn't have made up all that about Carrie Anne, or their parents, and remembering them brought up old feelings, ones that Rick hadn't let surface in a long time. Kit lowered his head to the floor, and thumped it once before raising it again to stare back at the bastard who sat in front of his only way out. He had better things to do than to just sit there. When he had raised up the blanket had fallen away, and Rick's eyes were now fixed on a mark on the back of his right shoulder, a birthmark shaped like the half of a moon, the same birthmark his mother had. "What the hell are ya looking at?" Kit finally said as he sat up dragging the blanket around him. "You have a mark on your shoulder, like your mom," he said, without anger. "Look you Son of a Bitch, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't know nothin� about me, or nothin� about my mom, so why don't you move away from that door before I knock your teeth out?" When he didn't move, Kit stood, letting the blanket fall. All he had on was his underpants, but he didn't care, and started forward when the knob on the door twisted, and both of them heard Evelyn's voice. Evelyn, had checked on Alex, and upon finding Jonathan with him, had decided she better go make sure Rick and the young man they had found, were still in one piece. "Rick?" she called out as she twisted the handle of the door with her right hand. Under her left arm, was an old shirt, and some pants that belonged to her brother, which she thought might fit him. When the door opened she found her husband standing with his arms folded against his chest, and Kit sitting on the pallet, with a tan blanket wrapped around him. "Rick, why don't you take over the wheel for a while?" she suggested as she walked in front of him, getting his attention. He looked at his wife. "Not till Junior here starts talking," "I don't think you'll get anything out of him if you try forcing it," she said as she turned to face Rick's prisoner. Her eyes opened wide as she looked down at him. The way his hair fell on his face, and the manor in which he was looking at her was exactly like looking at Rick, and she would have said as much, but knew that he would likely be repulsed by that, so decided to leave her thoughts to herself. "These may be a bit big for you, but I thought they might due for now," she said as she put the cloths on the chair. "Thank you," he said, staying where he was. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," he responded pleasantly. "I'll bring you something to eat," she said, smiling at him before she turned back to her husband. "Rick, I need you to come with me," she said, taking his hand. For a moment, Rick stood where he was, then heaved a sigh, and left with his wife, shutting and locking the door behind him. ~*~*~*~*~ "He looks just like you do, the way his hair fell in his eyes, the way he looked at me," Evelyn said as she made a sandwich for Kit. Rick was sitting at the table, still thinking about the birthmark. "Carrie Anne had a birthmark on the back of her right shoulder, and he has the same mark," Rick said as he looked at his wife. She had finished making Kit's meal, and walked over to him, settling on his lap. "It seems like our past is coming back to haunt us doesn't it? My Parents, your sister, and Kit. I'm almost tempted just to have you turn us around and go back to England," she said, then sighed as his lips moved over the right side of her neck. "I don't think we have a choice about this anymore, there are too many things that need answers, and whether he wants to or not, Kit is going to have to learn to trust us," Rick said as he rested his chin on her left shoulder. "Maybe you should let him rest first," she replied. A sigh escaped his lips, then he stood up and turned her around. "He doesn't have that luxury, nor do any of the rest of us," he said, then kissed her before getting the food she had prepared for him, and returning to his room, to get the answers he needed. Emilee ([email protected]) January 11, 2003 Five years. For five years he'd spent every day knowing that when he got home she would be there. For five years he'd woken up every morning with Gabrielle sprawled out next to him, using his chest as a pillow. She'd become a part of his life so easily that it was strange now without her there. Jonathan didn't depend on many things. Rick, Evie and Alex were one, his room in the East wing of the O'Connell manor was another, and then there were a few others...Scotch, Glenlivet, his whiskey flask always being full and tucked away in his jacket pocket...let's see...Chap's Bar on the corner of Cole Street next to Barney's... All right, so Jonathan depended on quite a few things, but one thing he'd always swore never to depend on, was a woman. Sighing for what must have been the umpteenth time as he sat at Alex's bedside watching over the boy, Jonathan slumped about as far as one can slump in the chair. His hand found his father's ring and he twirled it absently on his finger. The only problem about swearing never to depend on a woman, was what to do after you fell in love with one. Jon hadn't been all too eager for Gabrielle to go home for a while, but the move didn't seem to affect her much. She was sad, yes, told him she was going to miss him, definitely, but all in all she immediately agreed when Nefret asked her to do |