-1Disclaimer: Not mine just borrowing.

Ennis was sitting alone in his trailer drinking his nightly beer and not paying any attention to the television that he'd turned on after walking through the door. It ha d been another long day at the ranch, but, he didn't mind it. It was a way of keeping Jack's memory at bay. He tried his damnedest to keep those memories put away during the day because he knew that he would have more than enough of them at night. It had been just over two years since Jack had died on the side of the road in Texas. Two long and lonely years for Ennis. On a sudden impulse he got up and walked over to the closet. Opening it he let his eyes rest upon the picture of a mountain that was tacked up on the back of the door. Below was a faded shirt with checkered patterns and inside that shirt was another shirt made of solid blue denim. Letting his fingers caress the shirts and the bloodstain on the left sleeve of the outer shirt, he could feel his eyes filling with tears that refused to fall. A silent whisper seemed to echo throughout the trailer "Jack, I swear…"

Laying in bed he closed his eyes and focused on the face he found there. A face that had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen in his life was crowned with jet black hair and had a wide smile plastered on it. Taken together it was the most beautiful face he'd ever laid eyes upon. It was Jack's face. As he focused on that face he finally let the tears flow and felt his heart break even more with the loss. "Ennis," the face said. "I'm here for ya, Friend. I will always be here for ya. Ain't never goin' away again." Ennis's eyes flew open and he sat straight up in bed. He was scared shitless cause he knew Jack had never said those words to him while he was alive. Hearing a noise across the room he looked and thought he saw a shadow where no shadow should or could be. What the hell was that?, he wondered. Suddenly, he could swear he felt a hand caressing his leg just above the knee, but, when he looked down he didn't see anything. That's it, he thought, I'm losing my mind here. Either that or I'm having one hell of a dream.

He wasn't losing his mind though or dreaming either. What he couldn't see, what his mind wouldn't allow him to see, was the fact that Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at him. Damn it, he thought. Sure wish he could see me even if it ain't allowed yet. Wish I could tell him that I'm here. Better yet, I wish I could hold him again. Jack knew Ennis had somehow seen the shadow he'd made and, from the looks of things, had felt his hand rubbing his thigh, but, for Jack it still wasn't enough, still never enough. That's when he came up with a plan and went off to see his grandmother.