Setting: ATF AU
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fanfiction based on the CBS television series, The Magnificent Seven. It is in no way intended to infringe on the copyrights of CBS, MGM, The Trilogy Entertainment Group, The Mirisch Corp., or anyone else who may have legal rights to the characters, settings or song references. I don't own the characters. This story is strictly for entertainment. No monetary gain will be made from anything contained in this story.
NOTE: Big thanks, no HUGE thanks to Julie, for her invaluable, generous and wonderful medical assistance.
"Who the hell is that?"
Brice Gamble looked up at the driver's exclaimation. His eyes narrowed as they raked over the prone figure. Then he saw the rifle.
"Tito, take him out..." He ordered and the man behind him eased his slim body out of the window and raised his weapon.
Always a man who believed in his instincts, Vin didn't fail to respond to his inner alarm now. He rolled over, shooting at the figure riding the turtle. He kept rolling, feeling icy shards hit his cheeks from the path of the bullets. Finally he hit a rock and stopped. He saw three blurry figures get out of the jeep and raised his weapon.
"Move! Move!" Chris barked and pulled ahead, the echo of shots stinging the air. "Buck, you're with me. Nathan, you and Ezra move forty degrees east. Josiah, pick a high spot... go!"
"What's the meaning of this Gamble?" Ken Dahl the anxious buyer backed up, "I don't like it... I smell a cop..."
"...that's cause ya can't smell yer own stink..." Vin choked, "Drop 'em and hit the dirt."
"Fuck you, asshole!" The driver raised his weapon, and two shots rang out. The Texan didn't fail, shooting then ducking as a bullet sailed over his head.
Gamble shoved a new clip into his gun, while the nervous buyer hid behind the jeep. He eyed the dense foliage, the only sound a quiet hissing of the icy hitting the road and trees. He lifted his head from the back end of the car and saw a slight movement to his left. Cautiously, he approached, skirting the trees.
Vin's heart thumped loudly as he tried to control the wall of vomit rising. His head hurt and he was so dizzy. He slid sideways, nearly dropping his gun. He heard the laugh, then saw black boots. He stared at the shiny black tips, fastenated at the melting icy running off them.
"I don't know who you are, punk," Gamble sneered at the dazed man, "but you're a dead punk."
"Drop yer weapon..." Vin whipped the rifle up, shooting the gun from the man's fingers. "Ya don't listen real good, do ya? Move!"
From his cold spot, Dahl heard the hoarse order and pulled out his own gun. He felt a tap on his shoulder and cold steel in his ear.
"Shhhh!" Buck placed a finger on his lips, as the other man turned. Then he cold cockedhim, cuffed him and took the weapon. He held one finger up, telling his partner one more to go.
Chris nodded and aimed at he clearing, where Gamble was walking from.
"Freeze, ATF..."
Gamble's side glance saw the young man behind him stumbling badly. He saw the car a few feet away. Thatsubtle movement cause the attention of the agents.
"Go ahead, make my day," Buck snarled, with a cruel smile. "I always wanted to say that."
"Clint said it better," Chris screwed his face up. "Listen you missing link, I'm running out of patience. How 'bout I put a new buttonhole in that fancy shirt?"
Gamble put his hands higher and stopped. Chris jerked his head and his partner went running to find their missing agent. Ezra and Nathan appeared.
"Josiah is collecting trash ahead," The southerner said of the truck. "Where is our drawling thorn?"
"Over there," Chris waited for both agent's to draw their weapons, then he shook down the leader.
"Vin!" The cry from Buck's lips died, when the shaggy haired man shoved a rifle in his chest. "Yo, Slick, it's Buck" His concerned blue eyes dismayed at the sorry sight. The Texan's face was marred, one eye swollen shut and a lip swollen and bleeding. The violently shivering slim man was wet, pale and his eyes were clouded in pain. "Take it easy, huh?"
"Shutup!" Vin barked, hitting the enemy with the gun, his foggy vision fading. He was cold and disoriented. His head hurt terribly and he needed to throw up. "T..t....urn... around..."
"Okay... easy Vin..." the womanizer grimaced, rubbing his sore side.
"Toss the gun... awa..y..." Vin managed, but it was hard to stay upright.
"I got him," Nathan clipped the prisoner's hands. "Where's Vin?"
"I don't know, " Chris turned to the path into the woods that the mustached agent took . "Buck!" He stopped his pace, when the rogue's weapon landed at his feet. His green eyes went wide at the sight of Vin holding a rifle on Wilmington. He saw Buck shake his head slightly and nodded, backing up. "Nathan..."
Something about the quiet tone caused the EMT to look up.
"What the hell..." His voice trailed off at the odd sight.
"He's injured." Ezra decided, "Go on... I'll keep the vermin in line."
"Git back..." Vin growled to the gunmen, shoving the prisoner ahead.
"Vin, it's Chris. Put that gun down. We got it covered."
Gamble put the pieces together and began to snicker.
"Just my luck... a pig with a screw loose..."
"Utter one more word and you'll be wearing a colostomy bag." Ezra shoved the prisoner's face hard into the car hood. "So sorry, this ice is treacherous. It would appear I'm losing my footing.
Chris tossed his gun down and put both hands up in front of him. He saw what Buck did and more. Vin was suffering the effects of too many hours in this cold temperature and maybe a head injury. His face was a mess, the heaving chest and rapid swallowing, told the leader he was forcing down vomit. Then there was the confusion in the pain-clouded gaze.
"Vin, look at me..." Chris said quietly, catching the dazed eyes.
"I'll look at yer back," Vin ordered, "git movin'... now!"
Chris caught Buck's eye for a moment, when Vin began to do a birdcall.
"Who the hell is he signalin'?" Buck whispered.
"Kid... come on out... I got 'em... Kid?"
"Damn..." Chris sighed.
"Poor boy's all confused..." the rogue's heart went out.
"Shut up!" Vin didn't want them whispering. Then the pain in his head exploded in angry red pulsations. He cried out and went to his knees, clutching his head with one hand.
"Chris.." Nathan warned, watching the blond turn and face the wavering gun.
"He won't shoot me."
It was that confidence that made their relationship special. Buck turned also, watching Chris kneel by Vin, but not rush him.
"Let me help you, Cowboy..." He winced at he unintelligle mumbled cries coming from the other's lips.
"J.D.!!" Vin pleaded. "J..."
"Nathan!" Chris cried out, catching the troubled man who doubled over, vomiting hard. "Easy, Vin..." He saw sticky blood congealing on a knot in the back of the agent's head.
"Buck, get that chopper... and help Ezra get those scum to the truck. Read 'em their rights... they won't be seeing daylight for a long time."
"Here," Buck took off his heavy jacket and waited for Nathan to move. He draped it around the other man's shoulders. He saw the eyes blinking at him, one hand swiping the bloodied, vomit encrusted mouth.
"Buck...lin..."
"Yeah," He tossed a winning smile, "You look like shit, Vin."
"...fuck... up... shut..." he whispered annoyed, "aw, hell,... that ain't right..." He heard the familiar deep laughter and blinked. Then he saw Buck clutch his side. "Yer hurt... who... done... that..."
"I got 'em," Buck smiled at the angry sky eyes. "You just take it easy. You look like a ratsicle."
While Buck relayed their coordinates, Ezra and Josiah got the prisoners together. Chris stayed by the semiconscious man's side, worried about his uncontrollable shivering.
"Where the Hell is that chopper!"
"...hope... they... got... ear... plugs..." Vin rasped weakly, casting a crooked smile at the blond's face .
"Wiseass." Chris shot back.
"...s'name... don't be wearin' it out..."
"Vin?" Nathan cradled the injured man, glad for Buck's wool coat. "Stay with me..."
"Nathan, how is he?" Chris asked, watching the nimble fingers working on the fallen agent.
"Well," the healer replied, sitting the semi-conscious patient forward over one arm, while examining the back of his head. "His heart rate is slow... breathin' too. He balance was off, his muscles are stiff. confusion, sluggish, shivering like that... lips turnin' blue. He's got.hypothermia, got a nice Texas knot on his head, too." He smiled at the green concern flickering. "He's gonna be fine, Chris. He'll be cranky in no time."
"Chopper's here, Chris!"
"Okay, Buck!" He stood, "You stay with him, Nate." He watched as Nathan carefully bundled Vin in blankets and strapped a portable oxygen mask on the pale face. He handed Buck his coat back, and eyed the grimace. "Go on... get an xray. Don't need you popping a lung."
"They're not broke, he don't hit that hard," Buck defended and saw a single sandy eyebrow rise. "Well, not when he's at half power... I'm fine, Chris."
"You're one slip away from a break." Chris paused ,"That wasn't a request, Buck. You keep J.D. and Vin in line 'til I get there."
"Okay," He walked towards Nathan, who was hovering over Vin.
"What are you doing?" Nathan asked, watching Buck unbutton his shirt.
"Well," he panted, shifting in the tight confines of the helicopter. "I figure they got nurses in Maybell. I got find the best side..."
"You need some help," Jackson laughed, then frowned when the mustached man being to grimace. "Hold on... I can help..."
"I'm okay," Buck's face returned to normal "I'm praticin' my grimaces..."
"You are one sick puppy," the EMT turned back to his patient.
"How's the little ratsicle?" Buck moved his hand onto Vin's and winced. "Can't you put gloves on him or something? He's freezing. "
"He'll be fine in a few hours. " Nathan smiled at the concern in the older man's eyes. "They'll warm him up... and toss some stitches in his skull."
"Hope they got lead thread..." He teased, tugging on the blanket and pulling up. "You're gonna give me premature gray hair..."
"Lily?" Chris called over the noisy F.B.I. team at the scene of the investigation.
"Chris? Are they okay?"
"Yeah, a little banged up, but alive. They're gonna be fine." He smiled, hearing her soft sob. "You tell the others, okay? Brie was very upset."
"She's not here, Dear."
"That's okay, I'll call the hospital..."
"No, Chris, I mean not here in New Orleans. She flew to Denver as soon as you spoke with her."
"Looks like our ratsicle's gonna thaw out...." he smiled
"What's that?"
"Nothing, Lily. I'll call you from the hospital." He flipped the phone shut, then redialed, accessing the pretty doctor's cellphone.
"I hope you brought plenty of TLC with you doc..."
"You found them?"
"Yeah, they're a little dented but fine. You okay?"
"No, but I will be." She eyed the beautiful mountains and heard his soft laughter in her ear. "I nearly lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm not gonna make that mistake again. I love him, Chris and I won't leave him."
"Good girl," he grinned, "You head up to Lily's. We should be in later tonight. He's got hypothermia and a knot in that thick Texas pine."
"TLC coming right up!" She smiled, "Chris, don't tell him. I want to surprise him, okay?" She flipped the phone shut and eyed the mountains again . She was home.
By the time the last detail was done, the perps tucked away in iron cradles and the last report finishd, Chris Larabee was whipped. He scrubbed his face with soap and water and tossed down a sandwich. By the time he got the hospital, things were looking up. He heard his best friend before he saw him. He felt a sloppy grin forming and kept it there.
"Nathan, if ya come near me again, I'm gonna stick that fuckin' thing up yer ass..."
"I ain't even begun yet, You hush up or I'll tell that big nurse you're constipated." Nathan bit back a laugh at the blanched face, but Buck didn't, he howled.
"Damn, Vin, I'll bet that battleaxe's got a real wide enema tube with your name on it."
"Shut up, Buck, that ain't funny."
"Hey Pard!" Buck stood up gingerly, vacating Vin's bedside chair. "The little ratsicle's thawin' out."
"Hot air," Nathan nodded to the warmed oxygen.
"Like he needed any more," J.D. tossed from the next bed.
"I thought ya was on m'side?"Vin glowered at the youth. "Some friend. Shouldda left yer sorry ass on that mountain."
"Hot IV fluids..."
"..n'regular fluids..." Vin beamed his IV'd hand holding up a mug of hot chocolate. Then his smile turned upside down. "Nathan, ya leave m'peeshooter alone..."
"Hot towels," he sent back, tucking a hot wrapped towel into the complaining man's groin. "Help to improve your circulation and bring your temperature up." He tucked another one behind Vin's neck and then two more, under each arm.
"Nice work," Chris toussled J.D.'s hair and got a flushed grin. "You did good, Kid. You and Vin get the credit for this one. Gamble's gonna be chief cook and bottle washer at the house of many doors for a long time." He eyed his best friend, whose cranky face was a welcome sight. "Nathan, can we take Evel Knievel and Ratman home?"
"Yeah, in a couple more hours. Vin has to thaw out a bit. He's got a concussion. He's been throwing up..."
"Don't be talkin' over me..." the shivering man protested, "I ain't dead." He glared at the laughing mustached agent. "and I ain't no rat neither..."
"Yeah you are... long tangled rattails on your head... beady blue eyes ... scurrying around a mountain rounding up criminals... half froze." A chuckling Wilmington supplied.
"I'm fine, we can go now," Vin tried to sit up and two hands shoved him back. A third set grabbed his ankles and the youngest, unable to reach him, shook his head in support. "Aw, hell," he slumped, shivered and swatted Nathan's hand. Then he squinted his eyes at his gloating best friend.
"Where is it?"
"What?" Chris asked.
"M'chocolate."
"It's in your hand."
"No, not this," Vin scowled to the blond, "Gift chocolates."
"Gift chocolates?"
"Somethin' wrong with yer ears, ya keep repeatin' me." Vin returned.
"Well if you made sense I wouldn't have to repeat." Larabee noted.
"Now, Chris, you know Vinlogic don't make any sense." Buck winked at J.D. "Ez and Josiah head back?"
"Yeah, they're gonna update Orrin. I don't have any fuckin' chocolate, Vin." He slapped away the hand that slid through the railing and patted his pocket.
"Cheap bastard. Most folks bring invalids nice presents. Flowers and chocolate and such..."
"You're not an invalid." He turned to Nathan and Buck. 'There's a steak house down the street." He winked to them, unbeknownst to Vin and J.D. "Sign says 'Home of the Monsterburger' Sixteen ounces, three kinds of cheese, hickory smoked bacon and comes with a 'mountain of fries.'
"Sounds great," Nathan grinned, watching Vin's blood pressure rising rapidly.
"Yeah, toss in some cold beer," Buck grabbed his coat.
"You wouldn't!" J.D. blurted. "You got no morals... leaving us with hospital food."
"Did he say 'mount'in o'fries?" Vin's mouth was watering.
"Yeah, dripping with chedder cheese and bacon..."
"Nathan, get me outta this thing..." He fumbled through the heavy blankets. "Bucklin'll eat 'em all 'afore I git there."
"Rest up, Ratman," Buck winked, "We won't start without you."
"Ya best not quit yer day job, Larabee," he threatened, shivered and settled back into the blanket. While the others talked, he exchanged a special smile with his best friend.
"You need a hand?" Buck whispered, unlocking the door of the van. Nathan had taken J.D. home and Buck was heading over there, once Vin was settled.
"Yeah," Chris slid the door open and climbed inside. "Vin, Vin, we're here..."
"Huh?" the sluggish man's tongue stuck to his mouth. Neither eye would open.
"Slide him out Chris, don't wake him," Buck got the legs steadied and Chris sat the slumbering man up. Between the two of them, they got him to the door, which opened.
"Hey, Darlin'!" Buck beamed, accepting a kiss "I knew you'd come to your senses. As soon as we dump this ratsicle in bed, I'll be right with you."
"Nathan call you?" Chris whispered, nodding to his partner. Each of them lifted an arm and leg, carrying Vin like a chair.
"Yes, I have all the doctor's orders. I made a big pot of soup and some chocolate peanut butter chips cookies" She watched amazed as the two men quietly and quickly undressed the stuperous man and got him in bed. "You two are good."
"Practice makes perfect." Buck grinned, pausing long enough to give her a big hug. "There's no medicine invented that's as good as your touch. Take care of him, Darlin'!"
"I will," She turned to Chris, as Buck jogged down the steps.
He didn't say anything at first, he just smiled. Then he held his arms out and she folded herself into them. She let the tears fall then, for how close she'd come to losing him.
"Hey," Chris moved her back, eyeing the wet eyes. "Welcome home, Lady."
"Thank you, Chris," she swiped her eyes and kissed his cheek. "I am home... for good. "
"I'll stop by tomorrow." He stopped at the door as she tenderly brushed the hair from the sleeping man's eyes. "But not too early..."
"Call first," she raised a naughty eyebrow and got a laugh.
He was dreaming again. The same warm, wonderful dream he sought out each night. It was a warm spring day by a lush river. Nearby a picnic lunch was spread out, for the lover's to feast on. A small cottage was in the foreground, with a garden and swing. His eyes swept over the beautiful meadow, alive with flowers. Then he cast his eyes down, raking over her lush body. He descended then, kissing her tenderly and covering her body with his own. They drowned in a sea of wildflowers.
A loud groan woke him up... his own voice. He blinked in the darkness, his muddled brain trying to make sense of things. He saw the stars peeking shyly through the large window... his window. He was home. He sighed deeply, overcome by the wonderful feeling that word brought. He was buried under a pile of blankets. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace. He tried to sit up but the axe in his head came crushing down. He cried out and felt a pair of hands gently press him back down. He blinked again, turning his head painfully. The fuzzy shape came closer and his heart clenched. This dream was too real.
"Damn dreams..." he muttered. "...ain't fair... that hurts... God, I miss ya Brielle..." His words were cut off by a soft, lingering and tingling kiss. The skilled lips then kissed his cheeks, each closed eyelid and then stroked his face. He was afraid to open his eyes. He felt his head drawn up and rested against a pliant pair of breasts. She was warming him. More than the IV's, blankets or fluids. He sucked in a long draw of air, as a lush body pressed against his under the blankets. The skilled hand began to tune up... on his flesh. One eye... his only working eye... opened. The beautiful face was inches above. The eyes were radiant, then she smiled and he lost his heart all over again.
"Yer real... yer here..." he croaked, fumbling but finding his hand and catching her face.
"Now and forever, Baby," she whispered huskily, as his fingers touched her face, neck and traced a path on her back. She saw his other hand catch the locket, which dangled at eye level. "I'm home, Vin." Her smiled widened when tears filled that single blue eye. She felt his hand pull her in and parted her lips.
"Sealed with a kiss..." She thought as their souls united.
For two days, she nursed him, fed him and cared for him. Finally, on the third day, he rose first. It wasn't dawn yet and she was sleeping. He eyed that face and felt such a peace invade him it took his breath away. He loved touching her, her skin was flawless and like velvet. He loved watching her breathe. The sweet satisfication that came with every rise and fall of her chest. He ran his fingertips lightly over her back and backside, smiling as she sighed. Then he got an idea. He rose , dressed quickly and pulled the blankets over her.
Something smelled wonderful. She sighed, shifted and sighed again. It was heavenly and intoxicating. Her senses were awakened by a skilled set of hands and teeth, nibbling and caressing every inch of her. She smiled and her hands raked through his long hair, as he continued his feast. Then she opened her eyes and gasped. Wildflowers of every color and shape covered the bed.
"Vin..." She amazed, as he rose up on his elbows and grinned boldly, raking his eyes on her. "You went outside... you're not supposed to be up yet. You could have a black..."
"Ya talk t'much..." Vin decided, silencing her with a long and probing kiss. He shifted his body, claiming hers in their blanket of wildflowers. "...am I bein' naughty..." he panted, nipping her ears and neck.
"I'm gonna... have to... punish you..." Was the husky reply, as his flank was smacked.
Afterwards, he held her in his arms, stroking that glorious skin. They sipped mimosas and watched the sunrise. It crested over the mountains and lakes... sending a golden and rosy shower right in their bedroom. He turned her face towards his, still numbed by her beauty and the knowledge that she was here in his arms.
"I am humbled now, as Heaven strokes m'face. Here at the rapture of Dawn's first embrace..I am lost ferever in yer beauty and grace. With m'promise, Sweet Lady, I offer m'heart. I'll love ya and cherish ya and Thank God every day... that two hearts beat as one..."
"N...n...ow..." She tried, sobbing in his arms. "...and... for...ever..." She kissed him softly, then rested against his strong chest. She heard that heart beating against her ear. "I love you, Vin Tanner," she vowed, letting his lullaby soothe her.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1) Dirty Deeds, by Bon Scott, Malcom
Young, Angus Young
Stray Cat Strut by Brian Setzer
What's Goin' on by : Al Cleveland/Marvin Gaye/Renaldo Benson
Have I Told You Lately by Van Morrison
Do you wanna dance by 98 degrees
2) I want to take a minute to thank everyone who's been kind enough to stay on this looonnng ride. I posted part 1 waaaay back in Junuary. To those who have taken the time to write to me and tell me your feelings about the story and the characters, or ask questions about the plot and such, a special thanks.
Gabrielle placed her grandmother's vase on the mantle over the fireplace and smiled. It was funny how easy it had been to blend her things with Vin's and Lily's. The sprawling, beautiful house was truly their home.
She'd given notice at the hospital and taken a couple weeks to clean out her home. She would never sell it, it had been in her family for close to two hundred years. Caitlin and Ryan made it their home, with hopes of filling the many bedrooms with babies. Caitlin was taking over the renovations of Sauville House, making it a Victorian Inn.
Caitlin and Ryan had gifted her and Vin with Isabella and Philippe's cottage by the river. While she was packing her antiques and possessions to bring to Denver, Vin and Ryan cleaned and repaired the cottage. Now the three room riverside abode was a place they could come to for weekend getaways. The family could use it as well. She flushed, thinking of the erotic picnic they'd shared there by and in that river, playing like Adam and Eve.
She eyed the pretty wildflowers in the antique vase and smiled again. Every morning, without fail, Vin presented her with flowers in bed. For thirty years she'd thought she was happy. Now, in his arms and by his side, she knew what the word happiness meant. A knock on the door brought her attention to the time.
She was the new chief of medicine at the small hospital in town. It was only a twenty minute drive; a quaint, quiet mountain town with good neighbors. ALso, she was the head of operations for Adam's Place. They hoped to clear ground soon and once the permits came through, they could begin building. They had several proposals from architects in New Orleans, and Lily and Caitlin were handling that. As she rested her hand on the door, she thought just how wonderful and exciting her new life was.
"Hi!"
"Hello ,youself," Chris returned the hug and eyed the spacious living area. It was spectacular. Brie had effortlessly juggled all of their things into a warm and beautiful home. "Place looks great..."
"Thanks, he's upstairs..."
"You gonna be able to make it?" He asked of the eveing in town. The others were coming up to spend the weekend at Chris's. All the guys were going into town to Woody's a roadhouse with music, cold beer and hot food.
"Yes, I should be able to get an hour off for dinner, around 7..." She entered the bedroom, which was all in Native American motif. Vin loved the southwest and she let him design their bedroom. She made a face and turned to see Chris Larabee covering his laughter with his hand. In the bathroom, singing at the top of his lungs, woefully offkey was Vin Tanner. His barely covered hips, with slipping towel, were gyrating to the sounds of AC/DC.
"If ya got a lady and ya want her gone,
but ya ain't got the guts...
she keeps raggin' ya at night...
enuf t'drive ya nuts...
pick up the phone...
leave 'er alone ...
it's time ya made a stand, fer a fee..."
"He's awful!" Gabrielle whispered.
"Yeah," Chris's drunken grin widened, "Pretty isn't it?"
"I'll be happy t'be yer back door man...
Dirty Deeds done dirt cheap...
dirty deeds done dirt cheap...
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap...
neckties... contracts... high voltage.."
He moved over, eyeing the large sand painting of rainbow dancers on the wall near the fireplace. From thecorner of his eye, he saw the pretty doctor enter the bathroom.
Vin parted the steam of his concert and wiped a hole in the condensation on the mirror. Half of his face was still lathered, waiting to be shaven. His wet hair was combed and hung in wavy ringlets at his shoulder. The lean tanned body was slick with water and barely holding onto the towel around the slim waist. He was about to begin the next refrain, when a pair of hands moved under his towel. His shoulders jumped at that and the teeth that nipped his damp neck.
"Don't be doin' that!" the wet body complained, as the towel hit the floor. "Ye'll get the boys all riled up....then ye'll go off t'work and I'll hafta climb back fer a cold shower."
"Chris's here..."
"Here where?"
"In the bedroom..."
"Aw, hell..."
"I heard that!" Chris tossed back, "I only came up here to pick up that box of stuff Lily wanted."
"Take it and go..."
Chris grinned at the husky tone in the raspy voice. He picked the box up and heard the Texan complain again, as he hit the hallway.
"Whaddya mean ya gotta go t'work?" Vin protested, his body on fire and his love leaving the room. "Ya can't leave me like this..."
"Duty calls," She grinned, slipping from the bathroom and reapplying her lipstick.
"Fuck duty... I got needs... Brielle... dammit t'hell..." He squinted his eyes in the steam and heard the distinct sound of laughter . "Shut the hell up, Larabee!
As with every Saturday night, Woody's was crowded. The large bar was two deep and all the tables were occupied. The longest table in the popular bar was filled with a group of friends. The waitress lowered a huge tray, depositing beer, wine and soda accordingly. She smiled at the handsome young man on the end, then gave him a saucy wink.
"Hey, Buck, did you see that?" J.D. kicked the boots to his right. "She's made a play for me..."
"For your wallet more likely," Ezra noted, watching the youth scowl.
"Near as I can tell, she's not blind." Nathan added, taking a handful of pretzels.
"She's got one of them twitches... from nerves." Buck winked, taking a large sip of beer.
"They're jest jealous, Kid," Vin supported, lifting a Coors lite.
"Hey, look at this, there's an amatuer contest tonight!" Buck announced, flagging the waitress. "A hundred dollars first prize. Hell between my voice and all these fine young woman, I may not be home until next weekend." He filled out the entry card and handed it to the waitress.
"Ain't we the lucky bunch..."
"I heard that, Tanner," Wilmington stood up, unbuttoned his first four butttons and smoothed his hair.
"Knock 'em dead, Stud," Chris saluted with a raised glass, as the tall, mustached man went backstage.
"How's everybody doin' tonight!" Buck hollered, nodding to the stage hand who gave him tall red stool to sit on. He eyed his table, where his friends sat. Brie had just arrived, sliding into the seat next to Vin. He eyed the smitten Texan and got an idea. He turned to the host and made his request.
"This song is dedicated to a friend of mine," he waited, watching the animated sniper head cock. He took the wireless microphone and waited.
"Hey, hey..." Vin tilted his head, listening to the music start. "Is it that cat song?" When the would-be-crooner, smiled, he hooted. "Aw, hell, I love that song..."
"Black and orange stray cat sittin on a fence ...
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care ...
I strut right by with my tail in the air.."
Buck's perfect voice hit every pitch and he slid off the stool. The band was great and the audience very enthusiastic. They swayed and clapped in time, hooting and whistling at the singer. He moved about the audience, kissing girls and oozing charm, while he sang. He bopped over to a very attractive older black woman, with long red nails and sat on her lap.
"Bare them claws and scratch my back, Darlin..."
"Lawd, yawr a fine looking thing... Honey, ya come home with Rochelle and I'll give ya a ride yawr never gonna forget!" She proclaimed, sealing the deal with a kiss and a grope.
" Stray cat strut I'm-a (ladies cat)...
Feline casanova hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean ole man ...
Get my dinner from a garbage can "
Chris's grin grew wider by the second, watching the pro work the room with ease. Sometimes, he wondered why the gifted singer didn't pursue a career, he was that good. He chuckled and heard his comrades hooting, when Buck got pulled onto the lap of a very large and chesty woman, who practically tore his tonsils out.
"Wooo!" Buck howled, jumping up and trying to catch his breath. Several woman grabbed at the hansome man, trying to snag him. He grinned and accomadated as many as he could.
"How come Buck never gets sick?" J.D. called to Nathan, who was moving past him. "I mean, not even a cold. All the women he kisses..."
"A mystery to modern day science, to be sure," Ezra imparted, laughing at the antics of his friend.
"You gonna air out them tonsils, Brother?" Sanchez asked Jackson, who popped on a pair of very dark black sunglasses and grinned.
"I got ten on Nate," J.D. stuck money on the table. It didn't take long, and Ezra kept the pot.
" I don't bother chasing mice around, oh-no.."
He paused to accept a kiss and a grope from a beautiful redhead.
"I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight ...
Howlin to the moonlight on a summer night."
Vin hooted and stood, shaking his head as the tall man's gifted voice rose in perfection, scorching the already charged air. The place went nuts and the big guy ate it all up, wearing a cocky grin.
"Over here, Honey!" A voice called out, and Vin turned.
"Hey, he ain't that excitin'..." he sassed to his date, who was cheering like all the women. "Brielle? Hey, remember me, yer date?"
"You missed one, Stud!" Chris called out, pointing to a tall blonde whose breasts were spilling out of a tank top. In try Buck fashion, he slid over, snapping his fingers and using that voice.
"Singin the blues while the lady cats cry...
Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy "
He voice dropped and his body followed, draped over the blond and her pretty brunette friend. They weren't shy and he accepted their 'gifts', before sitting up, taking a long swallow from her beer and cupping her chin.
"I wish I could be as carefree and wild...
But I got cat class and I got cat a style ..."
He drew that last word out, inches from her face and kissed her, then leapt up onto the table top, belting out the last verse. Everyone was on their feet, cheering and clapping.
"I don't bother chasing mice around, oh-no...
I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight
Howlin to the moonlight on a summer night ...
Singin the blues while the lady cats cry
Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy ...
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat a style ..."
"Wooo!" Vin hollered, whistled and cheered. "Ya kick ass , Bucklin!"
"You might as well sit down, Vin, he'll be an hour, by the time he collects phone numbers..." Chris took a sip of beer, caught Buck's eye and saluted with his green bottle. "Buck looooves to work a room!" He laughed, shaking his blond head.
Buck by now was back on stage, drying his face on a towel and hooting back at the audience. He gulped down a half a bottle of water and tossed the towel to the blonde woman. He turned, still catching his breath and then laughed, when a very tall black man approached. His shirt was unbuttoned three quarters, exposing the bare, muscled chest. He had on a dark pair of glasses and a cocky grin.
"Man, get your sorry ass off my stage!" Nathan sassed, getting a howl from the crowd.
"You talkin' to me?" Buck challenged.
"You see any other sad lookin' Elvis wannabees drippin' sweat on my stage?"
"You leave the King alone!"
"Some King," Nate took Buck's offered hand and shook it. 'He died on the throne..."
The audience howled again, enjoying the bantering and Nathan ate it up.
"Looks like you like them mashed potatoes and hamburgers too..." he pinched some flesh on the other man's waist.
"You're just jealous 'cause you don't have love handles," the rogue shot back, "That there is the gears for the Loooovvvee Machine." He ripped his shirt off and the woman began to scream and cheer. "Whaddya say now, huh?"
Nathan walked up the other man, eyeing the sweaty chest and wrinkling his nose. Then he adjusted his glasses, took the mic from the offered hand and smiled, exposing even white teeth.
"Eat My Dust, White Boy!"
Buck doubled over laughing so hard he thought he'd pee. He shook his head, clapped the other on the back and walked to the side of the stage.
"Ya tell him, Brown Sugar, " Rochelle called out, "My my... yawl is one fine speciman... uhm... uhm... Child it's gettin' hot in here..."
"Rochelle?" Buck turned, holding his heart. "I thought you were taking me for a ride?"
"Child, I got plenty of gas..." She sent back, grinnig seductively.
He was just turning, reaching for the beer offered by the manager, when the first notes of the song came on.
"Hey, that's not fair... usin' Marvin Gaye is cheating!" He accused.
"My my... I don't think I've ever seen so many fine lookin' women in one place. There outta be a law..." he tapped his chest, exposing flesh and getting a howl. "Let's tone things done a bit, Ya'll like Marvin?" The roar gave him his reply. "Okay ,then..." He eased off the stage, swaying his lean body and unleashing his lethal voice.
"Mother, mother,
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today ..."
He paused, swinging his hips and snapping his fingers. He made his way to the tables at the back first. He shook hands and accepted kisses.
"Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer...
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way...
To bring some lovin' here today..."
He sauntered past his own table, high fiving J.D. and Vin and stopping to give Gabrielle a rose.
"Hey!" Vin warned, watching the lovely woman swoon.
"Thank you, Sugar!" She sighed, sniffing the rose.
"Dammit t'hell, Nathan..." Vin winked, then stood up. "Mebbe I outta enter..."
"No!"
"Let me check fer blood," Vin feined hurt and tapped his 'broken' heart at the loud and vocal response from his team.
"Picket lines and picket signs ...
Don't punish me with brutality...
Talk to me, so you can see...
Oh, what's going on...
What's going on...
Ya, what's going on...
'Ah, what's going on...
In the mean time...
right on, baby...right on...right on..."
The talented man bopped and swayed, snapping his fingers in time to his rich and sexy voice. He got back on stage, dancing and gesturing to the crowd.
"Okay, we're gonna bring it home now!" He announced, blowing a kiss to the dancing doctor by the Texan's side.
"Cut that out, Nate!" Vin barked, then grinned when a small hand pinched his butt.
"Don't you worry, Sugar," She murmured, nipping his earlob "I got a private concert lined up later..." Her answer was a deep kiss.
"Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong...
Oh, but who are they to judge us...
Simply because our hair is long...
Oh, you know we've got to find a way...
To bring some understanding here today...
Oh Picket lines and picket signs...
Don't punish me with brutality...
Talk to me...
So you can see..."
He went to his knees, reaching down inside for a deep and moving finale. Sweat poured down his face and clung to his chest and neck. The crowd was on their feet, swaying and clapping to the music.
"What's going on
Ya,... what's going on...
Tell me what's going on...
I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
Right on baby...
Right on baby..."
Over the roar of the crowd and hurricane of cheers, including a bottle stomping from his own table, the manager appeared.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner!" He handed the check to the out of breath man.
"I was cheated!" Buck catcalled from the side of the stage "I demand a recount..."
"Buck, you're in no position to be making any demands!" Nathan laughed, "But you did pick the right song..."
Nathan left the stage and took a bottle of water, draining it. He saw Buck staring into space and followed the eyes. Vin and Brie were cuddling and kissing, talking softly amidst the loud crowd. He turned back and saw the rogue grinning.
"What's up that sleeve of yours?" he asked and got a wink and slap on the back. He watched the big-hearted man approach the manager, whispering in his ear. The older man nodded and then Buck went to the band. He took an acoustic guitar from one of the band, sliding it over his damp, white shirt. Finally, he approached the bench, sitting down and taking the microphone.
"You know, most days, I feel like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch breathin' free air," he tuned the guitar, strumming for a bit. "
"That's only because all those irate husbands haven't caught up to you yet," J.D. hollered.
"Now that young man," he paused , nodding to J.D.' "pay attention ladies, he's single... is one of my team. You met one already," he nodded to Nathan, who got a rousing cheer. "The other four are at that table. The six finest men wearin' boots ." He continued to strum. "We're more than brothers, a lot more... and that's a fact, Jack!" He strummed, moving his head. "Recently, we almost lost one of the younger brothers. He had a close call... a real close call." He paused, dead serious and saw Vin duck his head. Gabrielle's hand snaked out and took his hand. Chris reached over and gripped the Texan's neck. That made his smile, as he continued.
"So tonight, we're gathered here, celebrating life. His life and how much he's enriched all of us... just by the gift of Vin." His smile widened, when the younger man squirmed, Gabrielle smiled and rubbed his cheek. The next words brought he shaggy eye head up, eyes full and moist. "To quote and old friend of ours, down New Orleans way," He raised his half empty bottle and drilled the sky blue eyes. "I'm a better man fer the knowin' of ye, Vin Tanner."
"Ya talk... t'much..." Vin rasped, coughing and trying to control his shaken emotions. "Shut up and sing..."
"Now that is gratitude for you," Buck laughed "You see folks, that cussin', fussin', drawlin' blue-eyed boy went and lost his heart." He stopped strumming and tapped his own heart as the audience 'ahhh'ed. "But not to just any woman, a special woman. Someone so fine she takes your breath away." He nodded when the pretty doctor sent him a kiss. "He was so lost in dark world of pain... she came to him... fought for him... found him and brought him home. She put a rainbow in his soul and wings on his heart." He paused, smiling at her again. "For that, beautiful woman, I thank you."
"Oh Buck," She began to cry, feeling Vin's strong arm on her shoulder, drawing her close.
"This one is for you, Darlin'!" He boomed, "and that sorry-assed, long-haired Texan." he winked at Vin. "I'm gonna need some help with this one... " he turned to the side of the stage and grinned. "How 'bout it, brother, You up for a little two-part harmony?" The audience broke into a loud clapping and stomping session. "Well alright!" He put down the guitar as the other man joined him, exchanging a brotherhood handshake.
"Man, get off my bench!"Jackson complained, smacking the broad back, "Helluva invite... "
"My generous nature," Buck got up and bowed, offering the bench.
"Your generous nature!" Nate laughed, "I know all about that. It's a wonder there ain't about ten little tax deductions runnin' around Denver. " He nodded to the chair, letting the guitar player-singer sit. He leaned over and heard the song, grinning and winking at Vin and his date. "Go on..." he nodded to Buck, giving him the lead.
"Have I told you lately that I love you.
Have I told you there's no one else above you.
Fill my heart with gladness
take away all my sadness...
ease my troubles that's what you do.."
He smiled, winked at the moved couple and tossed the next verse to his partner, whose voice never sounded richer or more moving.
"For the morning sun in all it's glory
greets the day with hope and comfort too
You fill my life with laughter and somehow you make it better
ease my troubles that's what you do.."
Buck was ready to join him, singing the next part together, when Nathan shook his head. "Hold up... hold up..." he leaned over, resting his elbow on Buck's shoulder. "Now, brother to brother, is that not one of the finest female creatures God saw fit to grace us with?"
Buck waited for the howling and clapping to stop, enjoying how deeply Gabrielle was blushing. "Nathan, I already staked a claim," He turned to her, "Ain't that right, Darlin? When you finally wake up and dump that mangy Texan, I'm gonna sweep you off those pretty feet."
"Reckon that'll be right after Hell freezes over," Vin defended, jutting out his chin.
"Gettin' back to my point," Nathan took over. "There you are, sitting in the audience. Two of your best friends..."
"Best looking friends and well honed sex machines..." Buck added, giving the other man a loud groan.
Vin laughed though, so hard he began to choke.
"Can I finish?" Jackson waited, "...are up here, singing fine and I do mean fine. You got this beautiful woman by your side. Whaddya gotta do?" He asked, waving to the dance floor.
"Dance."
"Ask her to dance."
"I'll dance with her."
Vin laughed at the catcalling and got the point. He stood up, blushing when the audience began to heckle him. He led her to floor and waited.
"You ready?" Buck asked, strumming the next verse.
"Nah, let's make that blue-eyed weasel sweat for awhile."
"Nathan..." Vin hissed, holding her and waiting, then the two voice merged beautifully and they began to dance.
"There's a love that's divine and it's yours and it's mine
like the ...
And at the end of the day
we should give thanks and pray to the one, to the one ...
Have I told you lately that I love you ...
Have I told you there's no one else above you ...
Fill my heart with gladness ...
take away all my sadness...
ease my troubles that's what you do .."
They ended the song, fading off into a harmonious conclusion. As they sang, the watched with hearts light, as the much-in-love couple danced, kissed and nuzzled. The audience stood and cheered, their friends stood and cheered and they embraced, suddenly feeling so very lucky.
They made their way back to the table, accepting well wishes from the audience. Buck had to ruffle Vin's hair and drank in the cranky string of curses.
"J.D., hand me that bag!" the rogued commanded, taking a medium sized gift bag. "Here you go, Vin. It's a house warming gift... go on..." he nodded, watching the suspicous features.
"There's a critter in here... ain't there," Vin eyed the bag but didn't open it.
"Hell,no... Go on..." Buck pushed the bag closer and Vin pulled out a pint sized brown paint can.
"Chocolate Body Paint?" He furrowed his brows and scowled.
The others watched in humor, as Gabrielle leaned over and began to whisper in his ear. Slowly, the wrinkles disappeared and the narrow eyes grew wider and wider. The Adam's apple began to bobble with a vengeance. The jaw dropped and the lips worked.
"Yer shittin' me?" Vin rasped, eyeing his date, who shook her head. Then he turned back to the gift giver. "How much more of this ya got?"
They laughed then, long and hard and Buck clapped Vin on the back. It was so good to be here, tonight, together again and living it up.
"Sounds like they're playing your song, Cowboy," Chris elbowed Vin, as "Always and Forever' came on. He winked at the younger man, who led the beautiful woman to the dance floor. They swayed gracefully, enjoying the music and lost in each other's eyes.
"I love ya... Gabrielle..." Vin mumured in her ear, his fingers dancing on her back.
"Now and forever, Sugar..." She replied, taking his face and kissing him tenderly.
"The door's open," J.D. entered Tanner's house and eyed the empty downstairs. "Vin knew we were coming, right?" They were meeting the others on the river for white water rafting.
"Yeah," Buck shut the door quietly. "Brie's working 7 to 3 today. I told him we'd pick him up at 9." He scratched his chin, 'Maybe he's sick... Vin!"
J.D. started to turn, and heard a muffled cry.
"Shhh!" He trotted up three steps. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Buck came behind him.
"A muffled cry... Vin! Are you okay?"
They were both at the top of the stairs, when another muffled cry sounded, along with thumping.
"What the hell?" Buck was alarmed now, knowing the Lily had left several priceless art works in the house. He motioned for J.D. to flank him and pushed the door open. "Oh God... " He shut the door, face flushing.
"What? Is he okay?"
"Uh... uh... he's uh... tied up..." Buck managed, then began to chuckle.
Vin was flushed a shade of scarlet, not yet invented. He'd woken up at dawn, and as was his custom, gathered fresh flowers for his lady love. But he was hung over and miserable. Even the shower, shave and quart of orange juice, didn't help. He took two aspirin's and went back to bed. A cold draft woke him up. He tried to speak, but found a silken scarf tied around his mouth. He was spread eagle on his bed, his hands and feet tied with colorful scarves. Confused and annoyed, he began to curse. That's when he heard Buck and J.D. He hollered for them and heard footsteps in the hall. Then he saw Gabrielle and his heart began to gyrate. His blood began to boil and every sense caught fire. He moaned under the gag, as she appeared, doing a seductive dance. She was wearing long sheer silken clothes wrapped around her. Only her eyes were visible. She had a long silken, twisted rope with tassles in her hand. She used the rope on his exposed body, causing him to groan. That's when Buck's face appeared.
From where she knelt between Vin's legs, the temptress saw the blue eyes bulge and heard Buck Wilmington. She smiled and called out.
"Vin cannot come out to play today." She used a deep creole accent, her aqua eyes blazing. "He's been a very naughty boy and needs to be punished."
"A carnal sin, the best kind," Buck laughed, jogging down the steps.
"You mean cardinal right?" J.D. corrected, easing out into the sunny morning.
"No, I mean carnal," He saw the image again, "Damn that Texas river rat, he sleeps in shit..." he commiserated of the lucky man.
"Why couldn't he talk?" J.D. climbed into the driver's seat. "I thought she was working today."
"I told you, he was tied up." Buck grinned. "and she's working... alright."
"I don't get it..." Dunne pulled out on the dirt and gravel path. Then he saw Buck's eyebrows wag and got the picture. "Oh... punished... oh..." He grinned, shaking his head.
Vin was being to sweat, his body was on fire. She used other tools to tempt him and he was gasping. Then the music came on and she began a sexy dance. She used her body well, gyrating and bending, taking off scarves and trailing them across his body. Then pulled the gag off with her teeth, allowing him to capture her mouth. As he groaned, she pulled back, lowering her body over and letting him pull the red scarf covering her breasts off with his teeth. She cupped them, running them over his cheeks and face and began to sing in a low, sultry voice.
"Baby, I gotta ask you...
Do you wanna dance...
Because I'm in the mood.."
She slid down his body, nipping and teasing as she slid off the bed and continued to sing. Her body swayed and moved, hips thrusting in time to the sultry tune.
Vin's heart was hammering and his mouth like a desert. His hair was damp and his face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He strained at the restrictive bindings, as the need to conquer built. The colorful scarves continued to disappear and the seductress plied her wares.
"... look in your eyes and my world starts to shake...
Intoxicating me with every move you make ...
Come and get down with your favorite tune...
I feel the need to get with you soon..."
She straddled him, teasing him again with teeth, tongue and fingers. Smiling and moving, she traced a finger over the stammering lips making unintelligble sounds. She leaned low, her lips nearly touching his, staring deeply into his eyes.
"Oh you're looking so fine ...
And I'm liking the way that you move...
Boy, you're making me high...
And there's nothing I wouldn't do to you, oh...."
She let him kiss her again, and lifted his head, sucking noisly, then sat back, swaying and teasing him, before kneeling over him on all fours. Onec again the low voice crooned.
"So what you wanna do...
Do you wanna dance...
So what you goin' do...
Boy...
Do you wanna get ..."
Between each phrase, she'd paused, lowering her face and licking and nipping him in sensitive areas. All he could do was groan, then he felt his right hand loosen. Concentrating on getting the left free, his heart continued to hammer and the heat rose again.
"So what you wanna do...
Do you wanna dance...
Boy...do you...do...you..."
She pressed herself on him then, kissing him, as his left hand sprung free. With a quick jerk to his legs, he flipped her, gasping loudly. She fought back and they rolled on the bed, breathing hard and sweating. Then he triumphed, snagging both her hands and tying them together, above her head.
"Yer a naughty... girl..." he panted, wiping his face on one of the discarded scarves.
"What are you going to do about it?" She whispered, body of fire. She wondered about the devil in blue eyes lying on top of her. She felt the need and wondered why he was waiting. Then he let his rough fingers tease her and she gasped, tossing her head back. She pried her eyes open, when the weight left the bed.
"Got me a wicked thirst..." he grinned, squatting beside the tiny refrigerator in the large bathroom.
"No... Vin... don't... " She gasped, when he knelt over her, holding an ice cube in each hand. "That's not... f...f...f...fair..." She hissed, as the expert sniper delivered.
"Ya hush up," Vin called back, "'er I hafta spank ya..."
Later, while he slept, she crept out of the bed, drawing the covers up. She had switched shifts with a coworker, taking the three to eleven shift. She dressed and then sat on the side of the bed. Her body still wore the scars of his lovemaking. Looking at him now, his face like an angel, she wondered why God had bestowed such a gift. She loved watching him sleep, his fine features relaxed and so beautiful to gaze at. She brushed an errant curl from his cheek and stroked those sensual lips.
"Do you how much I love you?" She whispered, kissing his cheek.
The sun was bright in the blue sky as she drove to work. She felt lighter than air and as the memory of their torrid morning returned, she heard that naughty Texas laugh and smiled. She thought of the story that Seamus told Grace, about finding the pot of gold. She eyed that beautiful skyline and realized she was living at the end of the rainbow.
It was a weekend to remember. On Friday, Adam's place opened on a little piece of heaven in the Rocky Mountains. It was spectacular, beyond even their wildest expectations. The large ranch style main house, was surrounded by a dozen cottages. There was a corral and barn with horses. Boats, canoes and other water sports at the lake and an undefinable spirit encompassing the entire estate.
Lily made her way slowly across the grounds, walking with a cane. It was crowded and between the baloons, music and hoards of people, she knew where she'd find him. She smiled, watching his handsome profile. His blond hair was short and perfectly groomed. The pale olive shirt made those spectacular green eyes shine. He was by the water, letting the breeze lift his hair.
Chris turned and saw her approaching, the smile can easy. It always did when Lily appeared. He held out his arm to steady her, leading her to a bench by the water. They sat for some time, not speaking. The watched the birds swooping over the graceful water, sprinkling with sunshine.
"She'd have loved it."
It was a simple statement, but the small choke in his voice caused her heart to flutter. She turned to see a single tear running down his face. Her gnarled, old hand wavered, but made it to that fine cheek, taking the salty exclaimation away.
"Oh, Honey..."
"I can't..." he stopped, gripping her hand and gathering his scattered emotions. "...believe how deep this hit... it shines, Lily, like your eyes... yours and Sara's"
"That, Christopher Joseph Larabee," her voice shook with pride as their eyes met. "Is the greatest tribute I've ever received. I can close my eyes now..." She saw Mary and Billy and knew one day, they'd make her grandson whole again.
"Tell me about Paris again," He smiled, watching the age lines leave and a lush young wild beauty of 18 appear. Her hair was glossy and unruly black curls. The beautiful face was captivating and held incredible violet eyes. She was bold and exciting and capturing the hearts of every male in France.
The next day, they travelled to New Orleans. It was another family party. A very special occasion. The garden at Sauville House was once again decorated and full of food, wine and invited guests. Instead of white bells decorating the trees and posts, it was pastel balloons and animals.
Vin was sitting next to Buck, Caitlin and Seamus. The old man held a spectacular child. A lusty boy with a head of black hair and startling blue eyes. His rosy cheeks and fair complexion marked his Irish roots. The bottle was taken from him and he howled, thrusting a fist in the air.
"Aye, that's me Lad, ye give 'im hell," He held the infant, his face beaming with pride. "Is he not the most beautiful babe ye've ever seen, me namesake".
"He's a good lookin' kid, alright," Vin agreed, letting eight-week old Seamus Maxwell McKenna grab his finger. He loved children, they captivated him. His smile widened when the startled infant looked at him and began to hiccup.
"Yup, that's the effect Vin has on most folks," Buck teased.
"I don't know, Seamus," Chris Larabee argued, sitting next to the old man. "I'd argue with you on that point." His face softened when he gazed as his eight-week old goddaughter, Sorcha Isabella McKenna. They'd named her after Sara, taking the Gaelic as they had with their son. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he lost his heart. Her tiny heart shaped face and curly black hair were set off by a pair of striking blue eyes and tiny rosebud lips. She was beautiful , every inch of her.
"Where's your shadow?" Buck asked, Vin, who grinned and pointed.
"She's got herself a new boyfriend. Reckon she ain't interested in marryin' me no more."
"God help, Billy," Caitlin laughed, standing next to Mary and Ryan. Several feet a way. Six year old Billy Travis followed the chattering moppet around, his eyes like blue saucers. He was starstruck by the raven haired little girl.
"Hey, Sugar!" Vin called out, "Whatcha doin'? I thought we was gonna get hitched?"
"Well," She dragged the unprotesting boy by the hand over to her hero's side. She resting her single free hand on his larger one. "I still love you ,Vin, but I decided I'm gonna marry Billy."
"Why's that?" Buck asked, as Vin ruffled her hair and laughed.
"Well, he don't scratch like Vin does when he kisses... cause he don't got whispers..."
"I thought ya liked m'whiskers..."
"...and Billy's got yellow hair..."
"Yella hair?" Vin protested, "What's so special 'bout yella hair?"
"Hey, Cowboy," Chris tossed a burping cloth on his shoulder and lifted the incredible infant with a thirty inch antique white christening gown. "them's fightin' words..."
Lily sat with her sister, rocking on a swing by the entry. They let their eyes rake over their family. What a family it was. The laughter filled the air, mingling and mixing and making memories.
"It's quite a legacy, Sister," Grace noted.
"It certainly is, Sister," Lily agreed.
The rain fell in torrents outside on the lazy Saturday morning. She lounged back on a bank of pillows, stretching like a sated cat. Despite the gray day, those mountains outside her floor to ceiling window took her breath away. The running deeply drawled dialogue made her heart smile. She trailed a hand through his long hair, stroking it and humming softly.
His face was pressed against her swollen abdomen. His catherdal, he called it, a special place where their child would emerge from in about eight weeks. Every morning, he would talk to the baby, Lily or Christian. A running commentary of life and all aspects of it. Every night, he'd read a book to the baby, his head resting on the 'cathedral'. From the moment she'd told him, he began to buy books. At first she didn't understand. Then he told her how poor he'd been and books were like a forbidden fruit, something just beyond reach. Now, they baby's room, had shelves lined with them. Her hand moved over the warm skin on his back, making lazy circles.
"It's rainin' today," Vin stroked her stomach, "God's tears... that's what the rain is... sometimes, God sees all the sadness in the world and he cries. Them tears spill outta heaven and fall onto Earth. Then, he sees all the love and kindness there is... and he smiles... and all that love makes a rainbow after the storm. They's beautiful... God's smiles that is... where yer bigger, I'm gonna take ya out there and show ya. But iffen ya ever wanna see a real rainbow... ya just look in yer Mama's eyes. That's where I find 'em... every day... and I thank God."
"Oh Vin..." She felt her eyes filling again and he kissed the 'baby'.
"I love ya, Little Angel..." he said, with a final kiss and rub, before moving to the top of the bed and kissing his wife deeply.
They fell back to sleep, lost in each other's arms. The rain stopped falling and God smiled on them, sending a special beam of light and a most spectacular rainbow, which ended right at that window and bathed them in a pastel rain.
The End
October 2002
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