Title: Losing You All Over Again

Summary: Jack Morgan comes back to town again after divorcing his wife so he can rekindle his relationship with Reba, but how will Brock feel about this when they decide to get married?

Couples: Jack/Reba, Brock/Reba

Rating: T (PG-13)

Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor

"So you're telling me that Barbara Jean actually went after Brock with a paint ball gun, shot him because she thought he was an intruder, and he came to your house yelling for help?" Lori Ann was talking to Reba one evening in the kitchen. "Where was I when all of this happened and why didn't you video tape it for me? That could have been the perfect gift to get me for my birthday and I would've called it 'Morons R Us.'"

"I know," the redhead replied back with a small giggle while sipping her hot tea at the table. "But by the time I had thought about that, he left because I threatened to shoot him with my real gun."

Lori Ann smiled at her best friend's response and drank some of her tea. "There's never a dull moment in this household, is there? Everytime you think things have finally calm down, something happens which causes a problem."

Suddenly the back door swung open and Barbara Jean came running through the kitchen to Reba's side, trying to catch her breath. "Reba! I've got a huge problem!"

"See what I mean?" Lori Ann said before she could say a word.

Reba put her hands up and said, "Barbara Jean, calm down and then tell me what's wrong."

"Okay. Well, you know how I recently just got my 700th Beanie Baby?"

"Yes," she said while rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Well after I came home from my Beanie Babies Mothers meeting, I decided to do check up on all of them, and then I saw that one of them was missing! I only have 699 Beanie Babies, Reba! Somebody stole one of my Beanie Babies!"

"That's your emergency?" Lori Ann looked at the other blonde like she was crazy. "You lost a stupid, little Beanie Baby? What do you do when you misplace a pair of earrings—tell all of Houston by skywriting?"

Reba rolled her eyes and said, "Barbara Jean, that's not a problem. Having 700 Beanie Babies is the real problem, and I'm sure you just misplaced it. You've got them all scattered around your house, so I'm surprised you don't lose them more often. Heck, I'm surprised you haven't misplaced Brock, although with his big, tan head I'm sure NASA can track him by satellite."

Lori Ann burst out with laugher and pointed at her best friend, "You got that right, honey."

Suddenly Brock came through the kitchen door. "Barbara Jean, did you come over here to tell Reba that you lost one of your Beanie Babies?"

Barbara Jean gaped at him. "I didn't lose it, Brock. It was stolen from me. There's a difference."

After being divorced for six years, Reba could finally say that her ex-husband's new wife was her best friend. However, she was still insane as ever, believing anything anyone says and jumping to huge conclusions like in this situation. Barbara Jean's crazy antics were what made her unique and Reba understood that, although toying with her was still a fun thing to do. And this was an opportunity she wasn't going to miss out on with Lori Ann beside her, helping along with the fun.

"Yeah, she's right, Brock," Reba spoke up into the conversation again. "The infamous Beanie Baby Thief takes a Beanie Baby once every month after you've reached 700. So you two better locked your doors and windows and never leave your house again or he may kidnap more of them."

"And the sooner, the better," Lori Ann chimed in with a smirk on her face.

Brock threw a bored look at the two and ignored their comments. Barbara Jean began to panic again. "There's a Beanie Baby thief out there? Well what if he takes all of my other Beanie Babies? What if I have to hide away them and never bring 'em out again?"

"Sweetheart, they were just—," Brock suddenly stopped himself after thinking about what his wife had just said and then continued, "Yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe we should do that. How about we go lock them up in the attic right now and then nobody will ever have to see them again."

Reba flashed a smile at her ex-husband, deciding that Brock wasn't going to get rid of his wife's obsession of Beanie Babies that easily. Toying with Barbara Jean was fun, but making Brock suffer was even more fun to watch. "Guys, I was just kidding. There's no Beanie Baby thief on the loose. Besides, if there was, I would have called him up years ago."

Perking up, Barbara Jean put on a happy face. "Oh, okay. I guess I'll go home and look for my Beanie Baby then. See you at home, honey. Bye, guys!" She gave Brock a kiss on the cheek and left through the back door, closing it behind her.

Brock looked at Reba with an upsetting look on his face and said, "Why did you have to go and say that? I could've actually gotten rid of her Beanie Babies once and for all this time."

"Because making your life miserable is her main thrill in life," Lori Ann said to him with a mischievous smile on her face. "And it's one of my main thrills in life to watch her do it."

"Have I mentioned to you how much enjoy seeing you back in here again?" Brock asked her sarcastically.

"Oh, I know, Brock. That's one of the reasons why I'm here—to help make your life miserable." Then Reba and Lori Ann clanked mugs together as they started laughing at Brock.

(Later on that afternoon…)

"I'm not gonna do it." Reba said to her oldest friend while walking into the living room with her.

"Oh, why not? It'll be fun. We'll go out barhopping and the most attractive guys we meet will take us out to dinner. It'll be just like good, old times—you know, before the both of us dated Brock."

The redhead laughed at her last comment and sat down on the couch. "Lori Ann, the last time we went out barhopping together, all I could do was talk about the kids. It drove every guy I met out the door."

"Yeah, I know. That's why this time you're gonna lie about who are again and pretend to be somebody who actually has a life." Reba was about to protest when the blonde stopped her. "And don't say you can't do it because you lived with Brock for twenty-five years and living with a man who constantly lies has got to rub onto you in some way or another."

"Lori Ann, stop it. I'm not going. I've got two very important appointments tomorrow and I don't wanna be suffering from a hangover while I'm showing my open houses."

The blonde finally gave in. "All right, fine. Have it your way, but I think gettin' you out of this house would do you a world of good."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you're always doin' things for everybody else. You never do anything for yourself."

"That's not true. I do stuff for myself all the time."

"Oh, really? When was the last time you took a day off from work?"

"Hey, you know I wouldn't do something that. It's irresponsible to take every other Friday off like Van does."

"Okay, when was the last time you went out on a date?"

"Uh…."

"When was the last time you had a dream about Mel Gibson?"

Reba's eyes widened with shock and embarrassment. "Lori Ann!"

"When was the last time you –?"

"Okay, fine! I'll go out with you, just stop with the questions. It's driving me insane!" the redhead spoke out as she bolted off of the couch. "God, you're gettin' to be as bad as Barbara Jean and Van."

Lori Ann smiled with triumph and said, "Okay, I'm gonna go home and get ready then. I'll see you at 7:00, and don't try to get out of it. We're gonna have a good time, you'll see." Then she got up from the couch, walked over to the front door, opened it up, and left the house.

"Well, I guess I better go get ready then," Reba said to herself before someone walked through the front. "Lori Ann, I heard you the first—Kyra? What are you doing here? I thought you had band practice until 6:00 tonight. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine and we were supposed to stay until six, but we finished up early because of some news we got," Kyra said while walking over to the couch.

"Well, what it is? Is it good news? Should I get you a speech prepared for the MTV Music Video Awards or the Grammys?"

"Mom," the teen gave her mother a look.

"Okay, okay. I'm done. So what's the news?"

"We got this huge gig at a club that we can never get it again if we don't go," the redhead teen said really quickly.

"That's great, honey! I'm so proud of you," she said while giving her a big hug.

"But it's in Dallas," her voice slowed down as they broke apart.

"Dallas? Oh, honey, I don't want you traveling that far away from home alone. It's not safe."

"I'll be with the guys from my band. You trust 'em, right? So what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is if you run into any trouble without anybody up there, you could get hurt and I'm not taking that chance. Now we dealt this before when you were sixteen and I'm going to put my foot down again. You can only do out of town gigs if you take somebody from the family with you."

"But, Mom, that's not fair! I'm over eighteen now and I can make own decisions. You can't tell me what to do."

Reba began to get angry with her daughter. "I can as long as you live under this roof and I'm telling that you can't go, not unless somebody goes with you to make sure you're safe. Period. End of discussion."

"Ugh!" Kyra complained as she stormed up to her bedroom.

"Well now that I've had my fill of teen drama for the day, I think I should get ready," Reba said to herself out loud before walking up the stairs to her bedroom.

(A couple of hours later…)

Reba came down about two hours later. She was dressed in dark blue jeans with a black and silver belt, a sleeveless black top with shiny silver glitter, and black boots. She wore black hoop earrings, a silver heart-shaped necklace and her hair pulled half way back with a black clip. The redhead grabbed her small, black and white purse from off the coat hanger, and then made sure her car keys and wallet were inside. Suddenly someone through the front door, startling her with the noise.

"Who the—Lori Ann, is that you?" Reba asked as she turned around to see who was at the door.

"No, it's—whoa!" Brock was completely surprised to see Reba dressed that way. He hadn't seen her dressed like that since the time she was pretending to date 'the one.' Black was always a good color on her, but tonight she looked absolutely amazing. "Reba, where are you going and why are dressed like that? Do you have a date?"

"No, I'm going out with Lori Ann. She wants to take me out barhopping so we can meet some men. What are you doing here? Are you still lookin' for Barbara Jean's lost Beanie Baby?"

Brock rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him and said, "No. She found it earlier in the living room and now won't let any of them out of her site. In fact, Barbara Jean's putting every single Beanie Baby that she owns in our bedroom tonight so she knows that they're all safe."

Reba laughed and replied back, "Hey, you did agree to take Barbara Jean in sickness and in health. Well that's her sickness—one of them anyway."

Brock sarcastically laughed at her comment; however, his eyes were still glued onto her outfit. The jeans and silvery-black top looked perfect on her. It seemed like the older she got, the more attractive Reba was actually becoming. He could have just stared at her all night if… hold it! The blond suddenly mentally slapped himself for thinking about his ex-wife in that way. They were divorced and he was married to Barbara Jean now. The last thing he needed was to start thinking his first wife was sexy in her barhopping outfit, even if that was truth. Brock didn't have to be married to her for twenty years to know that she was an attractive woman.

"That's very funny, Reba. So where's Jake at? I wanted to ask him if he wanted to spend the night with me tonight."

"But it's a school night," the redhead interjected.

"And I'm his father. He can spend the night at my house whenever he wants."

Reba suddenly figured out why he really wanted Jake to spend the night at his house. "You want him over there so you can spend the night on the couch with him instead of being stuck sleeping with 700 Beanie Babies."

"Yes! So please let him stay with me tonight!" Brock was practically begging as he stepped closer to her. "I won't let him stay up late and I'll even drop him off at school in the morning. Just please let him come home with me for one night."

Seeing Brock in agony over her best friend's obsession was so funny to watch. Reba held back a giggle as she calmly said, "Then what are you going to do tomorrow night? Sell 'em all on eBay?"

"You think I could get away with that?"

Reba rolled her eyes and said, "You can have Jake for the night, but just this once. After tonight you're going to have to figure out another way to stay away from Barbara Jean's Beanie Babies and I better not be involved in it or I will kill you."

"Yeah, thanks. Jake, will you come down here for a second, bud?" Brock called out for their son from upstairs.

"I'm coming!" he replied back and soon was walking the stairs towards his parents. "What's up, Dad?"

"Hey, would you like to spend the night at my house tonight?"

"Barbara Jean is making you guys sleep with her Beanie Babies tonight and you want me to come over so you don't have to, huh?" Jake said in a bored voice to his father while hanging onto the hand railings.

Brock looked over at Reba with shock. "You told him about the missing Beanie Baby?"

She flashed a grin at him and said, "Well unlink you; I don't have a problem with tellin' people the truth."

"I'll go with you, Dad," Jake spoke up again before Brock could say anything back to Reba. "Just let me pack a few things and I'll be down in a minute."

"Oh, thanks, buddy. Go upstairs and get your things together. I'll wait for you down here."

"All right," the brunette teen said to his dad and ran back upstairs.

Brock looked back over to his ex-wife and said, "Thanks, Reba. I owe you one."

"Try like a million, and don't thank me. He was the one who said yes. Besides, I'm actually glad that you're getting to spend time with Jake. I know this year hasn't been easy on him since he's going off to high school next year and half of his friends won't be going to the same school as him."

"Man, I still can't believe Jake will be going to high school next year. It seems like only yesterday he was seven."

"Yeah, I know. Our little boy is growing up so fast," Reba replied back as she sighed.

"Mom, did you put a new bulb in my train night light? I wanna take it over to Dad's house tonight," Jake yelled from his room.

"Yes, honey. I put it in this morning before I went to work," she informed her son. Reba looked over at Brock and said, "Okay, maybe not that fast."

Jake suddenly came back down stairs with a blue bag in one hand and his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Okay, I'm ready to go, Dad."

"All right, bud. Say goodbye to your mom and let's go."

"Bye, Mom," Jake said to his mother as he hugged her goodbye.

"Get the rest of your homework done and I'll see you after school tomorrow, okay? I love you, sweetheart." Then she kissed her son's cheek and watched them walk out of the door.

"I'll talk to you later," Brock said as he started closing the door behind, getting one last look at his ex-wife's outfit.

"Bye, Brock," Reba said she watched the boys leave. She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door to get a bottle of water, closed it shut, and then sat down at the table. As she was drinking her water, Lori Ann walked in all dressed up for their girls' night out about a minute later. "Hey, you ready to go?"

Reba smiled at her and replied back, "Yeah, lemme just say goodbye to Kyra so she knows I'll be gone." The two friends walked into the living room and the redhead called out for her youngest daughter. "Kyra, I'm goin' out with Lori Ann for a few hours. Call me on my cell if you need anything."

"Fine," Kyra called back from her room as she was practicing on her guitar.

"Okay, let's go," Reba told Lori Ann as they walked over the front door and she opened it. Although as she opened, her eyes widened with disbelief and her skin looked more pale than usual, all because of who was standing at the door. "Jack?" the redhead could barely speak out.

"Hey, Reba," he said to her with a smile on his face.

After not seeing or hearing from her ex-boyfriend in over a year, Reba had long given up hope of him ever coming back. She thought once Jack knew his wife still loved him, he would return to Cheryl and they would mend things with each other. So seeing him stand at her front door after all this time almost didn't feel real. Was it a dream? Was Jack really there, smiling at her with that adorable smile which could make any woman go weak at the knees? Was it really him?

"Reba, who's this?" Lori Ann's question snapped her back into reality.

"Hi, I'm Jack Morgan." He extended his hand out for her to shake, which she did in a heartbeat.

"So you're Dr. Morgan?" Lori Ann said while nudging her best friend in the shoulder. "Reba told me a little bit about you. Weren't you Brock and Barbara Jean's marriage counselor?"

Jack replied back, "Yes, I was, but I'm here to see Reba now."

"Well isn't that sweet?" the blonde said while grasping her arm. "Reba, could I talk to you for a minute in private?" Then she pulled her across the room, practically dragging her away from the door, before Reba could breathe a word out. "That's Dr. Morgan?" was the first thing to come out of her mouth in a whisper.

"Yes," the redhead said, still stunned by him being there.

"Then I only have one thing to say to you: marry him."

Ha, ha! I thought that would be a good line for the ending of the first chapter. Lol! I hope you all enjoyed it and will continue reading on. Please vote for who you want to see Reba with by the end of the story.

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