Disclaimer: I don't own Dreamcatcher, nor do I own any of it's paraphenalia. Stephen King is a great man whom I respect. References are made to his characters, whom I don't own either, but any new character is of my own imagination. ok?

A New Beginning

Tracy flicked the ashes of his cig onto the dirt ground at his feet. He watched with lidded eyes as his girl buttoned her shirt up behind the truck. Seeing her look up, he turned his face and took a deep drag on the burning brown leaves. "Almost ready there, Darling?" He said low, still feeling what she had done to him.

"Almost." She replied and bent down to grab her sandals before walking around to stand infront of him.

'She looks gorgeous...' he thought, looking up at her from his feet and smiling. She smiled back sweetly and coughed a little.

"Tracy," Her smile faded. "If my dad finds out..."

"Don't worry, honey." Tracy laughed softly. "He won't find out."

"You sure?" She sounded hesitant.

"I"m sure." He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, flicking his cig away as he did. "Come on. It's almost midnight. We don't want to be stuck out on this lake all night." Tracy winked and grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and walked around the truck to get in the passenger seat.

Half and hour later, Tracy pulled into his girl's driveway and shut off the truck. "There darling. Home in time for curfew." He smiled, turning in his seat to face her. "Wasn't so bad, huh?"

She blushed slightly, turning to face him. "No, I guess not."

He kissed her again. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She laughed.

"Of course, we've got school." He sighed.

"School, yeah." She caressed his face one last time before getting out of the truck and walking up the the front door. She turned around to wave and saw him drive off towards the town.

"You're late." Her father's voice behind her stunned the silence. She glanced at her watch.

"No. It's 11:30"

"No. It's 11:31, you're late. Get inside." His cold eyes stepped aside for her to step into the house.

"You said home by 11:30."

"I said in the house by 11:30."

"Same diff."

"Not really. Get ready for bed." Dad, known as Jonesy to his friends, closed the door and walked around the house turning off the lights.