Twilight's Last Gleaming

Vin felt them staring at him and felt a flush of color rising on his cheeks. His heart was still hammering from the exhausting coughing fit and his insides were churning. He didn't know if it was anger or shame or something else that filled him. He didn't understand the struggle he was now encountering and didn't want to lose control in front of them. He remembered the Major's warning and tried to steady himself. But the painful sadness only grew stronger, giving him a physical ache. He shoved away from Buck and headed... headed where? He froze like a deer caught in crosshairs. His frantic blue eyes were wide and his chest heaved; both fists were clenched and panicked when too many bodies appeared in his path.

"Back off," Buck mouthed to Nate and J.D., motioning with his hand. He and Chris knew the spectrum of emotions that Vin suffered through all too well. He moved in beside Vin and saw the eyes dart his way, lingering for a second. "There's a nice patio off Chris's room..."

Now Vin really felt embarrassed. He was grown man, not some spoiled kid. He shouldn't be having temper tantrums. Weeks... months... the Major's words about his delicate emotional recovery loomed large. He heard Buck's voice near and didn't miss the sincerity there. He nodded and moved swiftly. The room was dark and he made his way past the bed and flipped on the porch light. He returned to the bed and saw the bottle empty. That was a good sign; Chris had roused and taken many drinks. He reached a hand out, greedily needing to hear that strong voice. He felt the raging emotional storm rising and stifled a confused cry. He noticed that Chris's features were relaxed and he was glad. Hopefully, his pain was gone. He felt tears welling up and didn't understand the melancholic state at all. He staggered from the room, banging the sliding door frantically trying to escape. Escape from what? Finally, with an angry cry and a harsh slam, the door slid open. He staggered outside, sucking great gulps of air and trembing from head to foot. The colors of twilight, rich blues and crimsons, tinged with purple, caressed his pained face. He gripped the wooden railing and raised his wet eyes skyward.

"What the hell's wrong with me?" he cried out. He stood there for some time, letting the tears come. Gradually, his senses returned to normal. The hairs on his neck stood up; he sensed the presence behind him and closed his eyes, letting out a long, deep exhale. He felt a hand on his slumped shoulder and bit his lip. He felt embarrassed at his outburst and refused the green eyes. He lifted both his hands and stared at the backs of them hard. A stranger's hands... too thin... skin clinging to frail bones. He pounded the deck again and hissed, raising his angry eyes skyward.

"One day a time," Chris said quietly, having witnessed most of the outburst. He'd felt Vin's hand on his arm and saw the battle at the door. He waited patiently until Vin was under control again, before moving closer.

"She said... she... Shit, Chris, months... I can't do this..." Vin slapped the railing. "Gettin' all busted up inside fer no reason... right in front of all the guys... they must think... fuck!"

"Part of being a friend," Chris said after several minutes, "the best part is taking a hand when you need it. It's trusting someone so much you reach out and grab on for all it's worth. You cannot battle this storm alone, Vin. We'll get through this together, I promise."

"We?" Vin whispered, casting his large eyes at his best friend and swallowing hard.

"We," Chris vowed, curving his lips into a smile and gripping Vin's forearm. He was glad when the gesture was returned. He then turning his handsome face into the glorious sunset. "Seems I recall someone telling me every sunset is God's grace."

Vin paused and watched the beautiful palette of colors exploding on the sky and water. The tide rolled in, causing a nearly hypnotic effect. "... fer everyday I watch and wonder, asking the 'hows' and 'whys'. When life gets t'hard and t'many suffer, I ask the 'hows' and 'whys'. But then as Twilight beckons, the colors of time lighting her face, it's then I see and no longer wonder, fer then I feel God's grace."

Chris felt a tug inside, the combination of Vin's words and his soft drawl was better than any medicine in a bottle. He stood next to his friend until darkness came, the waves now were black and churning. He saw Vin shivering and grinned at the cockeyed shorts. The distinct and tantalizing aroma of roasting meat was carried forth across the air. Chris's stomach rumbled and he turned , eyeing Vin's profile.

"I'm okay," Vin answered the intense gaze.

"Good, cause I'm starved," Chris grumbled, heading for the sliding door leading back into the bedroom. He stood back as Vin crossed in front on him, heading inside. He grinned again as Vin's backside was exposed. "Let's get some grub... sweet cheeks..."

"Aw, hell..." Vin crowed, yanking up his shorts.

Through a blue haze of cigar smoke and the rich, medicinal laughter, the six poker players didn't seem to notice it was past the witching hour. The large table on the deck overlooking the beach was scattered with money, mugs of beer and bowls of prezels and chips. The first couple days of the vacation disappeared all too quickly. It was the wee hours of Monday morning and as cards were tossed and coins raked in, bawdy humor made the laughter more heartfelt.

Buck excused himself to go to the bathroom and on his way back, frowned at Vin's tangled limbs on the sofa. He shook his head and lifted the leg dangling on the floor and the arm sprawled onto the coffee table back close to the sleeping man. Vin sighed, muttered and rolled over, curling his body up. Buck rejoined them, pausing for a moment at the steps that led to the beach below. He couldn't help but smile at the group torturing J.D. for his bad jokes, teasing Nate for his loud Hawaiian shirt, tormenting Ezra on his uncanny ability to win and tearing into Chris for abusing the air space with his thin panatela cigar. Just as a breeze sauntered onto the lively deck, lifting his dark hair, he felt a wave of emotion grip him. To have become a part of something so special; to have found this band of brothers, a diverse group of men who Fate brought together, was overwhelming at his moment. But Fate was sometimes a fickle maiden and she'd held them precariously in her hands for a few weeks. The temptress dangled Chris, Vin, Nate and J.D. nearly offering them to Death's cold hands. In his name... in his name... his name... Jamie's face rose up, sneering at him.

"Where you going?" Josiah asked Ezra suspiciously.

"To get a jacket, I am a bit chilled," the Southerner replied, starting to rise.

"Oh no you don't," Nate clamped a large hand on the other's arm. "Every time you put somethin' with long sleeves on, we end up with five kings or six queens. Sit your ass down."

"Moi?" Ezra feigned shock, "Are you accusing me of underhanded tactics?"

"YES!" several voices boomed, Ezra fought a grin, instead turning to their solemn companion. "Is he still asleep?" He asked of Vin.

"Yeah," Buck blinked, his voice distant. He slipped down the staircase barefoot, letting the cold sand caress his feet. He walked for several yards, stopping just short of the rushing water. There was something alluring about the sea and he inhaled the salt air, fighting his own salty rush. He bit his lip as visions of Chris's body in the water and cradling a wet, lifeless Vin sprung to his mind. Nate lying in a pool of blood, J.D. surrounded by snakes...

"Guess all them naps today wore him out," Josiah joked of the sleepy Texan, tossing two dollars into the pile. "I call... J.D. them cards aren't going change, you in or out?"

"Where'd Buck go?" J.D. asked, eyeing the deck.

"I'm out," Chris tossed his cards down and rose. "I got it, J.D.," he patted the back of the AC/DC tee shirt and cast his eyes to his friend far below. He grabbed two bottles of beer awkwardly from the cooler and tucked them into his sling. Holding the rail carefully, he made his way onto the beach. He pulled out both bottles and slowly padded through the cool sand. He paused as he got closer, watching Buck's face changing. He saw the strong hands twice wipe the full eyes and then moved.

"Guaranteed to kill all allergies," Chris stated, holding the bottles out. He saw the familiar curve of Wilmington's lips, something that was deeply reassuring. Buck twisted both caps off and handed Chris a bottle back. The deep sigh that followed troubled the blond and he cocked his head and waited. Three long sips later, Buck finally turned to him and spoke.

"Standin' up there, just now, hearing the laughing and joking... all of us together." Buck paused, taking another swig, "I don't think I've ever been so grateful, Chris. What this is... what we've got here... this brotherhood... is special. To think because of me... Nate, J.D. you, Vin..."

"Because of you, we are still seven." Chris took a liberal drink and felt the power of the restless sea. "You were there to save Nate in the parking lot, you were there to get the Kid out and take care of business," he snarled, thinking of Tony Kennedy and Buck's 'swift hello'. "You pulled me out of this very ocean," Chris saw Buck's head lift and turn to face him. "...and Vin... " he choked, thinking on Buck's lightning fast decision that saved his best friend's life, despite the risk. "... that took balls Buck..."

Buck flashed his teeth, feeling a swell of pride at the admiration in the concluding tone of Chris's thought. Feeling the gravity getting too close, he took his gaze to the sea.

"Actually Chris, that was for self-preservation," he paused, "I got that boy broke in just right. I'm too damn old to break in a new one."

"You're full of shit, Buck," Chris laughed, tapping his bottle to the other's "...and I've never been prouder to call someone friend."

The two profiles remained side by side, each lost in thought as the sea called to them. The beers were drained when Buck finally spoke.

"Damn this sand is cold," Buck commented, "Don't want to get a hemoroid."

"A what?" Chris turned and his voice shot up a full octave. "You can't get that from sitting on the beach."

"Sitting on a cold stone?" Buck frowned.

"How the hell would I know?" Chris screwed his face up, "Jesus, Buck... you need to read something besides the ragsheets in the supermarket. Hemoroids..." he shook his head, "It's time to break camp, this conversation is going down the toilet fast."

"Was that a pun?"

"Oh, Man," Chris groaned at the smirking face that hovered above him. He shook his head and grinned, letting Buck haul him up. He felt the hand move to his good shoulder and give a squeeze.

"Thanks, Chris."

"You're the Calvary, Bucko," Chris returned quietly as they headed back, "You always answer the call."

Monday was a beautiful day, full of sunshine and promise. Chris, Buck and Nate wanted to spend some time fishing. They were in the car, waiting for Josiah. The other rental, the one Nathan had, would be piloted by Ezra, who was taking J.D. and Vin into town. The two were on the deck, enjoying the view.

"Now don't let the youngun's get the best of you Ez," the eldest warned, "Remember Brekenridge..."

"What on earth for?" the green-eyed gambler replied, buttering a toasted bagel.

"Got ya a date didn't it?" Vin's surly voice proceeded his body to the table. He plopped down, putting a bowl in front of him. "Ya want some?" he offered, yawning and reaching for a spoon.

"I'll pass," Josiah decided wisely, grimacing at the large amount of sugar disappearing into the sugar puffs, floating in a sea of chocolate milk.

"The fact that you still possess a perfect set of teeth is astounding," Ezra shook his head and watched the grin appear.

"...s'okay, Ez," Vin consoled, "...it ain't yer fault yer kin was squattin' in the shitty side of the gene pool."

"NASA doesn't know what they missed," Ezra rebuffed, "How on earth can you digest that mess and call it breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" Vin muffled, gobbling up the cereal. "This ain't breakfast, it's m'snack. J.D.'s cookin'..."

"Dare I ask?" Ezra waited.

"You're a brave man, Ezra," Josiah grinned, packing the last of the gear for the fishing trip.

"Peanut butter, bacon and banana club sandwiches," J.D. answered, setting a plate down in front of the happy sniper.

"Thanks Kid!" Vin beamed, eyeing the large sandwich, piled high. "Ya outdid yerself."

"My thoughts exactly," Ezra nodded to Josiah, "Rest assured, I will be in one piece and without a visit to the ER when you return."

"You said that last time," the preacher warned, "In Brekenridge."

"The ski trip!" J.D. winced as his injured ribs pulled, "That was awesome. You should have seen your face, Ezra, when you woke up with that girl in your bed."

"...yeah..." Vin grinned, "...all yer eyes bugged out when she sat up buck naked and dialed room service as 'Mrs. Standish'." He laughed, elbowing his partner in crime. The team's two youngest had the adjoining room and climbed over the cojoined balconies to peer in the window. "...remember her old man? Damn he was mean SOB."

"...and a retired sheriff to boot," J.D. laughed, recalling the prank they'd pulled on Ezra that weekend. The mild sedative had been in Ezra's coffee in a deserted spot in the lounge after supper. J.D. got a wheelchair from the concierge and he and Vin got the drugged agent stripped and in bed. Angie, a buxom brunette who was friends with a girl Buck met, had been drawn to the Southerner. J.D. and Vin hatched the plan and 'planted' the 'new bride' in Ezra's room at breakfast the new morning. She'd been a great sport about it, inventing two children and a cranky non-English speaking Mother-in-law for Ezra. The gag played for several hours, until her father heard a rumor and confronted the pair. He was less that amused and Ezra ended up with stitches and bruises.

"I'm glad you two delinquents find humor at my expense," Ezra poured a cup of coffee and flipped the paper open.

"Seems I recall ya gettin' quite cozy later in the hot tub with her... that moanin' didn't have nothin' t'do with yer cut head."

"You spied on us!" Ezra slapped the paper down.

"Hell yeah!" Vin crowed, finishing his sandwich.

"By accident of course," J.D. concluded and Vin nodded his tangled head.

"...of course..." he agreed

While they four fisherman were testing their skills on the open sea, Ezra took the mustangs into town. There was a craft and antique festival/flea market in the open plaza. Hundreds of vendors from several of the surrounding towns descended, anxious to sell their wares. Ezra loved antique hunting and Vin and J.D. were content to browse the tables at the flea market. It was nearing lunch one p.m and the two youngest were hungry. They planned on meeting Ezra at one at a cafe just across the street from the large gathering. J.D. saw that Vin was worn out, his coughing and wheezing was increasing and he was struggling to stay awake. He left Vin at the curbside cafe table, pulling the large, red, white and blue umbrella open, shielding the recovering man from the harsh sun. He strolled back through the restaurant, leaving their name with the hostess, so Ezra could find them.

Vin sipped the ice water J.D. got for him and craned his head to see where the kid went. He rubbed his eyes and blinked hard, fighting the lure to sleep. It happened so fast, he didn't realize he was moving, until the chair he was in flew back and turned over.

"Watch out!" He screamed, flying across the short expanse and snagging a two-year old who ran into the street. A red car screeched to a halt, barely missing the pair.

"Vin!" J.D. screamed, rushing to the streetside dining are and shoving a waitress out of the way. He'd seen the Texan fly and heard the horrid squeal of brakes. "Vin!"

Ezra froze in the main entrance as J.D.'s voice bellowed backwards. He wasted no time in running through the crowded cafe.

"Are you okay?" J.D. reached to help Vin up.

"Yeah," Vin said shakily, moving his arms and legs. "...everythin's still workin'. The boy?"

"He's okay," J.D. eyed the crying child in Vin's arms. "You saved his life Vin."

"Get your hands off of him!" a hysterical, high pitched voice screamed. Before either of the young men could reply, J.D. was shoved aside and the child was ripped from Vin's shocked arms. "Don't you touch him, you monster. You shouldn't be allowed to just walk around like us."

"Monster?" Ezra recoiled.

"What do you mean 'like us'?" J.D. demanded, his fists curling.

"I know who you are!" She screamed, turning to the gathering crowd "He's that killer with the plague, the one from TV."

"Aw, shit!" Vin hissed, watching the irate woman ripping an antibacterial towelette from her diaper bag. She scrubbed the boy's arms where Vin touched him and loudly told the owner she needed a ride to the ER.

"Now look!" Vin defended, his voice trembling, "If yer all s'fired up about his safety, where the hell were ya? He damn near got run down!"

"Vin saved his life!" J.D. snarled, trying to get free from Ezra's restrictive hold on his arms. "Where I come from, Lady, we say Thank You for saving a life. That's what decent folks do."

Suddently the murmuring of the crowd became deafening. Vin's darting eyes saw the nodding heads, faces curled in disgust and fingers pointing. The whispers grew, stabbing at his tender psyche. Killer... plague... monster... disgrace... safe... police... news... complain. The long hours in the sun and the weak lungs rebelled. This only made the crowd more incensed. He found himself on his knees, coughingh, choking and gasping for breath. He felt J.D. close by, gripping his shoulders. He saw Ezra's mouth moving, but couldn't hear him. His fingers fumbled for his pocket, seeking his inhaler. His frantic, wide blue eyes searched the ground. There... there it was... he crawled forward, his shaking hand reaching for it, but he wasn't fast enough. The screaming banshee whose child was still breathing because of Vin, stamped her foot on it, smashing it.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" J.D. screamed, shoving her out of the way. "He needs that to breathe!"

"Get him to the car," Ezra dictated, lifting Vin up and into J.D.'s arms. "Madame, for your continued health and preservation," He gritted, physically forcing her away from the stricken sharpshooter, "I'd suggest you take your child and leave, before I forget that I am a gentlemen.

Fortunately, St. Michaels was close by and they took Vin to the ER. The resident on call couldn't have been nicer. She spent a good deal of time with Vin, talking to him and calming him down. She helped him with his breathing exercises and got him a new inhaler. She also warned Ezra and J.D. that Vin's blood sugar was a little low and recommended a good meal then bedrest. Vin hadn't uttered a word, except to answer the doctor. He remained silent in the back of the car, watching the nameless landscape sail by. The first place they came to was near the rocky bluffs. A sandwich shop with an outdoor grill. Ezra wisely steered them away from the entrance. They parked near a bench and he gave J.D. twenty dollars for food, indicating they'd wait here. He was helping the weakened man to the bench, when Vin sagging body shot up straight. The dull, lifeless eyes sprang to life and the voice that had been silent for so long, shot forth.

"Ben!"

"Who?" Ezra asked, chasing after the staggering Tanner. He eyed the elderly man Vin was heading for and frowned. Vin couldn't possibly know anyone here. The man was wealthy, his clothing dictated that. The gnarled hands rested on a wooden cane with a gleaming, shiny ball on the top.

Vin's heart was beating wildly as he raced up the path. Ben. The name burst into his head, breaking into pain of the aftermath. Another piece of the puzzle was unearthed as a sharp memory was reborn. He was lost, wet, cold, desperate and dying. Near the rocks on the beach he met an old man. Someone who wasn't afraid of 'the plague'. Someone who'd given him food and drink, told him a safe place to hide. Vin took that advice and hid in Bootlegger's Cove.

"Ben, how are ya?" he greeted enthusiastically, sitting down next to the well dressed elderly man. "It's Vin Tanner, remember me? We met on the beach a couple weeks back, I was in bad way. Ya saved m'hide, I'm grateful. Damn, I didn't think I'd see ya again."

Ezra's well trained eyes saw what Vin's anxious one's didn't. He knew before the nurse appeared that something was wrong. The man never acknowledged Vin or even looked over at him. Vin rambled on, babbling about a beach and a cave. He rested a hand on the excited younger man's shoulder.

"Vin," he said gently, "He doens't understand you."

"'course he does," Vin argued.

"No, he doesn't," the nurse approached, "He lost his mind during the second world war... he was POW... he's hasn't spoken in years. He lives in a Veteran's Home near here. I bring him every day, he seems to enjoy the beach. I'm sorry, you must have mistaken..."

"I didn't mistake nothin'!" Vin shot back, kneeling in front of the elderly man. He studied the face carefully and rested a trembling hand over the withered on on the cane. "Ben? Ben? Thank You... " he swallowed hard, unable to look at the eyes before him, void of activity. "I ain't never gonna ferget ya... " He remained on his knees as the nurse led the frail old man away. He sank to the ground, his mind whirling and churning, unable to absorb all that had happened. He felt Ezra's hands on him, helping him up and onto the bench. He heard the buzz of voices and felt a sandwich pressed into his hand. A voice commanded 'eat' and he did. He drank the soda and limped back to the car, his spirit sagging behind him. He didn't remember the ride home, until he was pulled from the car. He nodded to both of his friends, sending his thanks. He heard Ezra mention a nap, but turned away, seeking the beach.

The other two left him go, neither able to fathom the pain he was in. They slowly walked upstairs, and into the large house.

"So did you buy the place out?" Buck boomed, "What did you get? J.D.?" He puzzled, as the listless youth sank onto a chair, looking like he could cry. "What the hell happened?"

"Ezra?" Chris said, seeing the same dejection in J.D. and a simmering rage in Ezra. "Where's Vin?"

"He's on the beach," Ezra said as Josiah and Nate appreared.

"What happened?" Nate alarmed, "Is he okay?"

"No, I'm afraid he's been injured grievously," Ezra's voice was still tinged with anger. "There was an incident..."

As the story unfolded, all of them were hit hard with the cold truth. Like most breaking news, the original incident made the 'front page'. But the retraction was buried inside, on page thirty-nine. How many thousands of viewers saw Vin's face those first few days? Accusations of being a drug addict and worse; then a plague-carrier and a murderer. The fact none of that was true was beside the point. When the truth came out and Orin tried to clear Vin's name, how many people saw that? Or wanted to remember?

"Give me a minute, Chris," Josiah rose, worried as much about the blond as he was for Vin. Chris's face was a tight, white mask; a harrowing mixture of rage and sorrow. The preacher had no doubt that Larabee's heart was aching. With a concerned nod to Buck, who moved in and flanked Chris, he headed for the beach.

Jabbing sharks with jagged teeth raped his delicate insides, drawn by the vicious eddy that churned within. His breath came in shallow pants, forcing air through stubborn teeth set on the clenched square jaw. He wrapped his arms around his chest, rocking back in forth from where he stood in the sand. He didn't hear the calls of the children playing in the distance; he didn't hear the squawk of the gulls overhead. His luminous blue eyes were fixed on a spot far beyond the horizon. He only heard the screams of the possessed; their bigoted calls of 'monster' and 'killer' ripping into his tender heart.

Josiah saw so much desolation in that fixed stare, it scared him. He slowly made his way to Vin's side, pausing a couple feet away. He heard the harsh breathing, accented with suppressed hisses and eyes washed in sadness and fear. He took a minute to eye the group of children far down the beach, then the gulls soaring overhead and lastly the ocean. From his side view, he caught Vin's bloodless lips part, the chin quiver and the mouth clamp shut. More hissing and a two arms that left their womb and raised high, trussed into fists.

"Ya missed the show," Vin spat out, relishing the bitter taste in his mouth, "Hell, they should'a sold tickets and balloons. Hide yer children... 'fore he kills 'em..."

"His anger endures for but a moment; in his favor is life. Weeping may be endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning," the wise one said of Psalms 30:5

"Well I reckon it's gonna be a long night," Vin shot back, then closed his eyes and sat down on the sandy slope. "ya heard?"

"I did," Josiah sat next to Vin, keeping an eye trained on the heaving chest and the soft coughs.

"...she... she... said I was a monster, 'siah..." Vin bit his lip and shook his head. "they was pointin' and whisperin' sayin' I was a killer..."

"She was scared Vin, they all were." Josiah squinted as the strong sun hit his eyes, "They were wrong Vin. You can't let that poison destroy you. You need to heal from the inside out; a good part of that is foregiveness. You gotta let that anger and hurt out, your pride's been wounded."

"What the hell ya think I been doin'!" Vin's head shot up and his eyes were burning. "I ain't no goddman monster. I saved her kid's life... she smashed my... she... they all stood there... they... aw, hell, what's the use..."

"Feel it, release it and move on," Josiah returned, "Pretending it never happened will only hurt you more, Vin. You need to face that fear, untie those ropes that are binding your soul. It's dragging you deeper, blocking your light."

"In here," Josiah tapped Vin's sternum. "We all have one, it's a life sustaining force. You keep yours covered in bitter roots and pity chains and you'll choke on that hostile mud. You have to forgive them their ignorance Vin, then the chains will fall away. If you can't forgive, you'll lose that light forever."

"How?" Vin rasped, still hearing the echoes of the horrid calls. "What if they never... everytime I go out... hollerin' and gawkin' like I'm some kinda freak."

"What you are is a man, no more no less. A human, full of the same fears and frailities that they have. You have a special light, Vin, I've seen it, and unless you reach out and forgive those who cast stones upon you, you'll never find it again." He paused and saw a glimmer of hope in the forlorn blue gaze. "It's the awe on your face when the sun rises and the peace there when it sets. It's the joy that exudes when you celebrate a victory and the strength that pours out when you hold a wounded friend. It's the pure wonderment when you see a baby yawn and smile and the tenderness when you see a newborn fawn. Become alive, Vin, use that glorious joy he gave you in here..." Josiah tapped the sharpshooter's chest. "That light of yours illuminates us all, Vin Tanner, and without it, we'll all be lost."

For several moments, neither man spoke. Vin thought on every word Josiah said and felt the pain leaving. The awful coldness that Doubt wounded him with was now evaporating. A trickle of warmth filled him, as the generous preacher's gift took hold. He licked his lips and found a soft smile, turning and extending a shaking hand.

"Ya once told me that it's a lonely man who don't have no friends t'lift him up..." Vin paused, taking a deep breath as Josiah's large hand engulfed his smaller one, "Reckon I'm the luckiest bastard breathin' then... Vin choked as the shock-like vibration of Josiah's faith filled him. "Thanks Preacher..."

"Your welcome Son," Josiah returned the handshake, gripping the back of Vin's neck as well. "You need faith in yourself or they won't see who you are. You stand tall, keep that chin up and those eyes clear. You'll never walk alone, Vin."

"There was a man... uh... today... Ben... I seen him 'afore. He saved me, Josiah, the mornin' after I called Buck and the cops were huntin' me. I was lost, hurtin', scared... he gave me food, showed me where t'hide. We talked just like we're doin' now... " Vin paused, his chest clenching. "But today... I seen him, after them others jackals..." Vin stopped and took a few controlling breaths, letting the hate out, "...I was happy... I couldn't believe he was there. I wanted t'thank him... fer all he done..." Vin's voice wavered when the old man's blank stare came back, "He was gone, Josiah, his mind... the nurse said he's been like that since the world war ended. How can that be? I talked t'him?"

"God opened a window," Josiah spoke softly, "inside that old man and his light came out, for you, so you could find your way. I believe you spoke with him, Vin. In that time and space, he was home again and he reached out to you. Don't doubt it, just embrace the gift for what it was and hold it close."

"...that part o'the healin'?" Vin mused, thinking again on Ben. "...that... that... if Ben didn't find me that day... talk t'me... I wouldn'a found that cave... or the boat... or Chris..."

"Now you're learnin'...embrace it, learn from it and accept it for what it was."

"Yer a good man, Josiah Sanchez," Vin said, before his coughing fit took his breath away. He felt the strong arms support him and took several hits on his inhaler. He let the wise one help him stand and lead him back to the comfort zone

Later than night, down the beach

She snuggled back against him, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation of his arms around her. They were sitting on the beach, watching the stars wink at them boldly. The wine was sweet, the moon was alluring and her heart was bursting. But something was lurking behind those caring blue eyes.

"A penny fer thoughts, me handsome Buck," Mollie whispered, tracing the edge of his strong jaw with her finger.

"A penny?" Buck chuckled, turning and lifting her face, brushing his already bruised lips against her forehead. "talk about a recession..."

"Yer stallin'..." she groaned as his skilled fingers tantalized the supple soft folds on her chest.

"I'm worried about Vin," he murmured against the silky black waves of hair that tickled his bare chest. He pulled the blanket around them and pulled her closer, letting her warmth invade his already tormented senses. "Whatever Josiah said to him, helped. But what if it happens again? I don't know if he's strong enough... Fuckin' bastards... I'd like to get my hands on them."

"I'd rather ye not bruise those hands, Mr. Wilmington," she replied huskily, biting the side of his neck and snuggling close. "...If it's work they need, I've got some places that need tendin'..."

"Did ye not listen," she gasped as she pulled away. "Is only been a few days, he's goin' to need some time. That's what yer job is... be patient with him... with him emotional swings... his highs and lows... He's me Bonny Vin and he's a survivor."

"You talk too much," Buck groaned, kissing her deeply and feeling himself stirring.

"...God what have ye done to me..." she gasped, letting him lower her softly into the cool sand. That magnificent mouth closed over hers, his tongue marching boldly into the caverns of her mouth. His nimble fingers sent ripples of excitement through her, sending off electrical charges. He broke away, smiling and gently caressing her face, before those talented lips travelled south, leaving a scorching path down her body. "God..." She moaned, gripping the sand as his mouth and teeth thrilled her. His lean body covered hers as the surf created a wonderful choral medley. "I need ye me handsome prince..." she groaned as his head moved back upwards. She moved her legs and felt his lean body shield hers, covering it with a passioned stance. "... I need ye now... Buck..." she cried out as their souls sang.

Just after sunrise, the next morning

Memories of the magical journey of the night before lingered; the harmonious sanctuary was like nothing he'd ever encountered. He stretched in the bed, resting his hand on his abdomen, his body missing the soft curves of her nestling close. He could still taste her and he ached to hold her again. He sighed heavily as the heavenly vision of the beautiful woman faded away. An inner alarm sounded, something most lawman grew accustomed to. He peeled an eye open and saw a solemn face set with two blue saucers just inches from his own.

"Jesus!" he croaked, flattening his body against the bed. He turned slightly and saw the glaring number dictating that it was just past six a.m. "What the hell are you doing in here?" his groggy voice asked the still silent, somber Texan. He frowned and followed Vin's gaze, and his hand managed to snake it's way up to his neck. Still frowning he shoved Vin aside and sat up, gazing at his haggard image in the mirror on the wall next to the bed.

"Damn," he whispered, fingering the large purple marks on his neck and shoulder. "Damn!" he repeated in a low, sultry voice, grinning like a wolf as the memories returned.

"Musta been a helluva night," Vin commented, his eyes roaming to the claw marks on Buck's back and then moving to the purple passion mark over Buck's left nipple, winking at him from the mirror. "Ya been a naughty boy, Bucklin..." Vin smiled, and wagged his eyebrows.

"Get the hell off my bed," Buck fought a grin and shoved the smaller man off, "...and get the hell outta my room."

"Jesus, Buck, how'd you get bitten down there?" another voice asked, as a dark, shaggy head appeared from the floor next to the bed.

"Goddammit J.D.!" Buck roared , snatching the sheets back up over his waist. "Is there a sign hangin' over my door that says' Grand Central Station'? What the hell are you doing down there?" he asked in a loud tone, then his eyes narrowed and his head bent over the side. "Wait a minute... what the hell are you doing down there?" He repeated in a wary voice. "J.D. if you put crabs in this bed..."

"Sounds a mite paranoid t'me... whaddya think Kid?" Vin asked, kneeling on the bed and resting an arm on Buck's shoulder. He leaned his smaller frame over the side too.

"This ain't a fuckin' commune, Vin," Buck snapped, shoving the Texan away from him. "Get your mangy hide off my bed. What did you do?" he warned the grinning pair.

"You two in the same room wearin' shit eatin' grins..." Buck hollered, lifting the sheet and sighin in relief when nothing with claws was attached to him. "That and your less than immaculate track record..."

In the bedroom next store, Chris Larabee swallowed his pills with a large glass of iced juice. The Texan had been in while he was still asleep, just as he had every morning. He left pills, juice and the paper. Chris snuggled back in the bed, grinning broadly as the conversation from the next room sailed in through the screened door. He chuckled and closed his heavy eyes as the voices of the two youngest carried up from the beach below, joining the sounds of Buck's frantic search of his room.

"Goddamn pair of juvenile delinquents," Buck charged, peering in his closet, "They're gonna cost me bail money before this is over."

"You'll never learn, Buck," Chris grinned, knowing Vin and J.D. didn't do a thing, they just wanted to make him paranoid. As he drifted to sleep, that smile remained in place.

Sunday, six days later, near sunset

The vibrant, orange sun began it's heavy descent into the placid blue ocean, bringing the busy day to a close. They'd rented a cruiser and gone water skiing that morning. Nate, Chris and Vin were dropped off for rest time in the afternoon. Nate and Chris remained on the large porch, while Vin crashed on the sofa, lost in a deep sleep. Josiah, Ezra and J.D. were working on dinner, while Buck was icing up the beer.

Josiah manned the large gas grill easily, cooking a bevy of steaks, chicken and shrimp Hawaiian style on kabobs. Ezra was at the helm of the large electric grill, expertly using tools to saute a host of red peppers, broccoli, yellow peppers, onions, string beans and zucchini. J.D. was tossing a large Caesar Salad, while Buck was tapping the keg that rested in a large metal cannister loaded with ice.

Chris and Nate were reading the paper. Nate was still fighting a small infection and had to take it easy. Chris looked up and saw Buck's head crane to see through the sliding glass doors behind him.

"He's still out?" the rogue asked of the slumbering Texan. He flipped a handful of ice at Ezra, who glared at him and gave him a silent salute. "Watch that language, Ez..."

"Yeah," Chris noted of Tanner, as he struggled to get out of the chaise. "...dammit..."

"Hold on Chris," Buck waved off Nate who was rising to lift the injured leader. His still healing abdomen didn't need that strain. "They're damn near impossible to get out of with two hands."

"I'll wake him up," Chris nodded his thanks as Buck steadied him. "I need to use the head anyway..." he winced as his full bladder reminded him. "Shit..." Chris winced as his need grew urgent.

"Go on," Buck knew that feeling all too well and steered the wincing man towards the bathroom. "I'll get him up." He paused in the kitchen to run his hands under warm water, not wanting to startle Vin. He made his way to the sofa and smiled, shaking his head. Tanner's mouth hung open and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. One hand was draped on his chest, the other dangled off the sofa. It wasn't often you saw the Texan's face so vunerable and he needed to see that. Finally, he lowered his hand and shook Vin gently. "Vin... Vin..." He frowned when there was no movement. He sighed and shook him harder, "Vin, wake up, supper's ready... come on now..." Finally signs of life returned. The features furrowed, wrinkling up in distaste and the tongue peeked out briefly. Buck chuckled as one hand washed over the sleepy face and then two eyes blinked up at him. "Hey there..." Buck enthused, cocking his head at the drowsy man. "Have a nice nap?"

Vin's eyes shot past the well intentioned sentry, to the escaping daylight. It mocked him, slapping rosy hued fingers in his startled face. His anger grew like a dragon at his weak body's betrayal and his face screwed up in dischorded anger. He'd wasted almost the whole day; he'd slept it all away. He sat up and bringing the angry mask with him.

"Damn," Buck laughed, "...that's a face only a mother could love." He noted as Chris reappeared next to him.

"So don't fuckin' look then!" Vin hollered, shoving Buck hard and standing up too fast, staggering and nearly knocking Chris down.

"Take it easy, Vin..." Chris warned, grabbing Vin with his good arm. "You were sound asleep... get your bearings." He saw something more dangerous than frustration descending on the younger man and braced himself for the explosion.

"Don't!" Vin wheeled around and warned the blond, seeing a speech about to be born.

Chris read the blazing cobalt twins and shifted his weight. They'd gotten used to Vin's emotive outbursts and he didn't want another explosive scene that would lead to his deep depression over his body's betrayal later.

"It's gonna take time, Vin," he directly bluntly, "You know that, so take a deep breath and let it ride. It's time to eat anyway..."

"I don't want dinner or yer pearls o'wisdom," Vin spat back shoving Chris's arm. "Get out o'my way..."

"Come on Vin, that won't help," Buck interjected, grabbing the still groggy body before he fell.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" Vin screamed, his eyes shooting blue fire at the mustached man. His whole body was quaking in disquieting rage and he couldn't control it. His frayed nerves were still raw from another bout with disturbing dreams. He lashed out viciously at the healing hand in front of him. "... don't need yer kind o'help... I reckon ya already done enough!" he blasted, shoving Buck hard and staggering toward the bathroom. He didn't want his friends to see the look of sheer horrific confusion on his face. The words came out and he didn't know why. He was tired of the battle and didn't know what weapons to use. He felt tears brimming and didn't want them to see him fold. He knew his caustic words wounded the large man's heart and it ripped his own as well. He headed for the bathroom... for temporary sanctuary. The door slamming caused both older men to jump.

"I'm sorry Buck," Chris said with deep conviction, walking and standing next to the stricken man's side. He saw such deep pain etched in the handsome features, it caused his to flinch.

"Not half as..." Buck sighed, trying to fight the choking voice, "...as sorry as I am, Chris."

"I hate to use an old cliche," the blond tried to take some of the pain away, "but..."

"...time heals all wounds?" Buck guessed, then shook his heavy head, "I'm not so sure this time, Chris." He paused and fought for control, eyeing the spot on the sofa that had become Vin's nest all week. "...and I don't blame him one damn bit..." He felt Chris squeeze his shoulder and he headed outside, past the startled faces of his friends, who'd heard the outburst. He went to the rocks near the bluff down the beach. He tried to control the battling emotions inside, which seemed to be in sync with the restless surf.

"Chris?" J.D. asked, seeing the very rare look of uncertainty on the leader's face.

"Tell Josiah and Ezra to hold up on dinner for a little while, J.D." Chris imparted, as the youth left. He sighed deeply and narrowed his eyes, hoping the wood would burn under the green fire. He didn't flinch when the plastic items in the the bathroom started making contact with hard surfaces, he waited. He didn't raise his hand to knock when he heard the single, nearly strangulated cry bounce off the door, he waited.

Vin stared hard at the mirror, looking deep within the blue eyes that were fixed on him. He penetrated that gaze and left the room behind. He took several deep breaths, the loud pounding of his own heart nearly deafening him. Memories of the many adverntures, good and bad, rough and relaxed, that he'd shared with his team... his friends, invaded him mind. What did they see when they looked at those eyes? Did they see him? Or the out-of-control stranger that wore his skin? Desperation invaded his trip within and his fears grew. The enemy seized his chest and the his body jerked, as he struggled to breathe. He fell to his knees, battling the invaders for control of his own air space. Help... help... his mind flashed and one name burst forth over the horrid coughing. The one he always sought...

"You okay Vin?" Nate rattled the locked door. "You have your nebulizer?" the EMT raced back to the sofa and tore the cushions apart. Then he spotted it on the coffee table and grabbed it, reaching the door. The lock clicked just in time, before all the color left Chris's already tense face.

Vin was on his knees, clutching the side of the tub. Nathan brushed past Chris and knelt next to him. One hand latched out and grabbed his forearm, the thin fingers sinking deeply into the brown skin. He turned Vin's face towards him and saw the wide blue panic.

"You're alright," Nate coached, using an even voice. He nodded as Chris moved closer, resting his free hand on the middle of Vin's back. He felt the smaller man jump at the touch and reassured him. "That's Chris..." he dictated, "Look at me, Vin... exhale through your mouth." Nate waited and held the inhaler an inch from the Texan's open lips. "Okay, inhale... easy now..." He waited five minutes and repeated it, before he saw the tension leave Vin and heard his breathing regulate. He put the inhaler back in Vin's pocket and gripped his shoulder. "You know Rain don't like gray hair..." he teased and saw one shaking hand leave it deathgrip on the tub. He took the hand and accepted the grateful blue eyes. "You're welcome..." He stood and patted Chris's arm on the way out, shutting the door.

Chris slid his right hand under Vin's elbow and helped his stand. Vin didn't turn around to meet his stare, rather he took a few steps to the sink, fisting his hands as he gazed into the mirror. Chris's eyes were trained on the clenched hands.

"Is that necessary?" He asked, "We don't need a trip to the ER tonight," he warned of the potential glass damage. He moved closer, standing just behind the troubled man. Finally, the shaggy head came up and he saw the unsettling disquiet reflecting large and blue, right back at him.

"I'm sorry," Vin whispered, amazed at the smallness of his voice. He met his best friend's face in the glass and saw great compassion, which caused him to release a ton on pent up weight from this chest. "Ya hand me any weapon, I can load, aim and fire. Becomes an extension o'my eye... as natural as breathin'... never had trouble pickin' the right one fer the job."

"I can't find one this time, Chris... I don't where t'look..." Full of shame, he tore his gaze from the other's in the glass and stared hard as his own image. Who was he looking at?

"He's the only one you have to answer to," Chris said quietly of Vin's penetrating introspection. "When it comes down to it, he's the judge and jury." He saw Vin turn his eyes back to his own, staring intently at the emotive blue pools. "Don't shut him out, Vin, listen to him." He paused and watched Vin losing himself in the shaken image. He saw the tense muscles relax and the fists uncurl. "You got better instincts then anyone I've ever met; Put your trust in him, Vin, I do..."

That last phrase caused an audible gasp and Vin closed his eyes and lifted his arm, grasping the other's in a lock of brotherhood. After several more shaken breaths, he released his arm and heard Chris's voice. It was with just this side of tender with such steadiness and strength it rejuvenated his soul.

**"Yes, humanity surges with uncontrolled passion, is tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt. Only the wise man, only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

Tempest-tossed souls, wherever ye may be, under whatsoever conditions ye may live, know this - in the ocean of life the isles of Blessedness are smiling, and sunny shore of your ideal awaits your coming. Keep your hand firmly upon the helm of thought. In the bark of your soul reclines the commanding Master; He does but sleep; wake Him. Self-control is strength; Right Thought is mastery; Calmness is power."**

For a long moment, Vin couldn't speak, then he felt a warmth inside as every one of those words invaded him. The inner light that filled him, had been missing and he welcomed it home. He looked up at that face of integrity, to a man he admired like no other, and found a smile of serenity.

Chris saw the emotional drama unfolding in Vin's eyes and felt his struggle. He gripped the back of the survivor's neck and turned up his own grin.

"Hell no!" Vin croaked, swallowing hard. "Bad leg er not, that foot o'yers is just right t' kick m'ass..."

"Not mine," Chris imparted, "James Allen's, an English writer at the turn of the century. He was a master of... of... uh... creating a clear Truth with unbelievable eloquence. I have several of his books and they got me through a lot of dark times. That was from "As a Man Thinketh."

"It made this man thinketh..." Vin concurred, eyeing the wall for a dixie cup. "...and thirsteth..." He took the chuckle from Chris with the cup of water and sipped it thoughtfully.

Chris watched the change unfolding and decided it was time. Vin needed to hear it and Buck needed Vin to understand.

"Vin, how much do you remember about the Fourth?" He asked of the night the boat blew up and Buck made his heroic stance in the sand.

"Uh..." Vin sat down on the commode and rubbed his eyes, "...not much... it's still comin' t'me in bitsy pieces... like seein' Ben..." he took a deep breath. He spotted Buck's discarded wristwatch on the sink and cocked his head.

Vin closed his eyes and saw a cave, coldness, fear, pain... terrible pain. "...hurts... pain... m'head hurts... can't breathe... s'dark... cave... uh... boat... fell inside... uh... uh... voices... yer talkin' t'somebody... uh... shit!" Vin's eyes shot open. "That bitch was on the boat..."

Vin closed his eyes again, but the images were cloudy now. A dark sky, a rocking boat, he can't stand. "...s'dark... can't find m'legs... can't see... shoutin'... m'head hurts... yer shoutin' at me... there's an explosion..."

Chris watched intently as Vin's fine features screwed up tightly, as he fought hard to find the truth. Then the face totally relaxed and the eyes opened, tinged with dejection.

"Vin," Chris said softly, moving and resting a hand on Vin's shoulder, "there's a piece of this puzzle that you need to know. The most important piece," he paused and saw Vin's eyes bear into him. "We were on the boat, fighting for control. She had a gun, I got shot and some of the other bullets hit the tank. We got off the boat, just before it blew. I put a lifepreserver on you and threw you over, then I got blown over..." he sighed and remembered Vin's incredible sacrifice in the water. "Any of this ring a bell?"

"That's okay," Chris sat on the edge of the tub and examined the palm on his hand. "I was messed up, shot, fevered, hunk of my head missing..."

"Best in the West," the blond tossed back, causing the younger man to smile. "I kept sinking under and you..." He bit his lip and saw Vin's smile fade. "...did you own thing... counterminded my orders..."

"You took that damn vest off and put it on me... you ungrateful bastard... were ready die for..."

Vin saw Chris drop his head and felt his own chest constrict. He thought hard, needing to remember this piece of time for Chris, but came up empty. He saw Chris struggling and his eyes darted.

"Ya know what they say," he managed to steady his voice, "Only the goodlookin' studs die young."

"I think it's 'Only the good die young'" Chris grinned, knowing exactly what Vin did, "...stud?" he wrinkled his nose and saw the crooked Tanner grin that always grabbed him.

"No, he and Josiah were on another boat, chasing ours. He saw the explosion and dove in, how the hell he found us that fast, I'll never know. He got me out and tossed me on shore. You were gone Vin." he blurted and winced as his rush of words.

"You went under," Chris gasped, "...said goodbye to me... and... " he pushed out a harsh breath. "Buck went after you, dove down deep under... longest minutes of my life..." He choked, "Jesus..." he shuddered remembering. He took a long, calming breath and continued, lifting his face up and staring deep into Vin's troubled blue pools. "He... found you in that dark ocean... carried you to shore... Vin, you weren't breathing." He saw the trembling 'O' of Tanner's mouth, the news having taken his breath away. He lifted his hand and gripped Vin's shoulder, then used his commanding tone. "For days before, all the news stations reported you had the Plague, from Jamie and her records. He never hesitated, Vin. He dropped over you, opened your mouth and brought you back to us... to me. He never hesitated, Vin, he knew and he's said since he'd do it again."

The staggering pride in Chris's voice took Vin's breath away. He couldn't control the emotions that swept through him, fueled by the monumental event. Images of Buck's face split into a grin, audio sensors projections of that wonderful laugh and boisterous persona filled him. The heart that's what caused the emotional overdrive. The impact of Buck's courageous act punched him hard.

Chris saw the tears running down Vin's face and saw the slight body trembling. He stood and moved closer, letting the emotionally distraught man lean his face against his chest. He rubbed the back of Vin's shirt for a moment, until the body pulled back. Vin looked up at him once and nodded, sealing his thanks.

Chris didn't recognize the wavering, unsteady imitator. He pulled the shaken man up and turned him towards the mirror. He rested his hand on Vin's shoulder and waited until Vin studied his own face.

"...ask... him..." Chris's tone was a curious gentle steel, "...put your faith in his words. I do."

He gave Vin a final pat and left the room, confident that his mission was successful. He went outside and saw the five heads swivel, all wearing masks of concern.

"We had a little talk," he offered, taking a beer from Nate and letting the wind lift his blond locks. Thinking on the lost man who entered the bathroom, he waited and turned as the his kindred spirit emerged. The saved soul paused momentarily at the top of the steps, resting his eyes on Chris's only. They shared a long, probing moment, then Vin disappeared, leaving a unprecidented smile on the handsome leader's face. "He's a Tanner," he bragged, grinning proudly. "Every inch of him..."

The restless dance of the angry tide left him uneasy. He felt his stomach lurching with every rush of salt water and his heart break with the retreating foam. He raised his troubled eyes heavenward and asked for guidance.

"They got cellphones up there, Frank?" He whispered into the wind, desperately needed the man who'd been like his father.

As Vin trudged along the beach, toward Buck, he thought on Chris's words. He thought on lots of Chris's words, like the fact the Buck had been tortured for months. What had Chris said? How would you feel if someone was killing and torturing your friends in your name? How would he feel? How would hold his head up. Buck was just a few yards away and Vin looked at the profile, suddenly the man he knew seemed so much taller. Those shoulders seemed broader and the heart seemed mightier and invincible.

Buck heard the soft coughing and braced himself. He felt Vin draw along side him, and they spent several tense moments, staring at the troubled surf. The breeze was full of hearty salt and remorse, which left butterfly kisses on their faces. As the water lapped over his ankles, Vin stole a side glance and winced at the unbridled agony in Buck's eyes... pain that he inflicted. As he opened his lips to apologize, Buck spoke.

"God, I'm sorry Vin, all this shit is my fault..." the mournful voice pierced Vin's soul, "She should have just killed me..."

"She did," Vin rasped, his heart heavy, "in inches..." his voice was full of sincerity, "She cut yer heart out..."

"Don't!" Vin cried out, offering his hand and pledging his loyalty. The extended appendage trembled with anticipation and quivered with apprehension. "Man puts the breath o'life in ya... knowin' he's signin' his death warrant... says all I need t'know 'bout him... Thank..." His voice cracked and his eyes filled up. He couldn't comprehend the supreme sacrifice this brave man made. Suddenly he was so proud to call Buck Wilmington friend, an inner explosion occured, sending his own salt moisture past the emotive blue doors.

"Salt Air?" Buck teased, seeing the tears rimming the shimmering eyes, then spilling over. He knew that until a few moments ago, Vin Tanner was totally unaware of his brush with mortality. The shock was shouting silently from both emotive orbs and etching new wonder on the handsome Texan's face.

Vin didn't hide his overflow of gratitude; he didn't have to, he was with family. What about Buck? Then this gregarious big brother turned and smiled. It was such a beautiful smile, so full and pure, it caused one of his own to fight to be born. The hero took his hand of thanks and the body attached to it, wrapping him in a bearhug.

Buck embraced the shaken smaller man, resting a large hand on the tangled brown locks. "Your welcome," was all he could manage, his own chest squashing his words.

That nearly did him in. How one word, rather, one soft drawled call could cause such turmoil in his chest was a wonderous mystery.

They turned back towards the house, Buck slowing his longer pace, so Vin would stay next to him. He watched Vin's grin fade and a troubled mask appear. What now?

"Reckon that explains a lot..." Vin decided, barely hiding his devilish grin as he peeked up at Buck woefully.

"Explains what?" Buck asked, his eyes turning suspicious. He saw the Tanner wheels spinning inside the curly head and waited.

"Well, ya know I been wrestlin' alot with m' dreams..." Vin frowned, "some o'them been scarin' me awake..." he paused and peeked up again at Buck, and saw a smile tugging on the other man's lips. "...it s'bout the worst kind o'nightmare... I'm bloated up in a white jumpsuit with a big-ass studded belt, caterwallin' them Godawful Elvis songs."

"You leave the King the hell alone!" Buck roared, exploding into laughter and grabbing the smaller man in a mock choke hold from behind.

Chris and Josiah were at the rail, the others just behind them. The five stood sentry, waiting and wondering on the fate of their lost comrades. They saw the silent exchange, then the bearhug and all sighed a collective breath of relief. Hearing Buck's deep laughter sail through the air and surround them, gave Chris a huge sigh.

"You bet your ass it is," Chris grinned, "Fire up that grill, boys, we're havin' us a 'kick-ass' party tonight!"

By the time they reached the edge of the stairs, leading to the deck, Vin was struggling. His still recovering body was out of fuel. He was panting heavily and staggering in an uneven gait. Then his knees buckled and he went down in the sand..

Vin stared at the hand, then the arm and the restful face above. He smiled through his coughs and let the strong arms lift him.

Twilight's Last Gleaming by Deirdre

Later than night, down the beach

Just after sunrise, the next morning

Sunday, six days later, near sunset

Twilight's Last Gleaming
by Deirdre