AN:
Hi, this is the start of my story which's called „Lucky Stars".
It's a little short, but there's much more where this comes from :)
I posted it in our german fandom and now i'll give it a try to take it up to here
as a translation.
If you have any suggestions about horrible gramma or other mistakes
or something else: I'm always greatful for constructive criticism!
Otherwise... i hope ya enjoy and if someone out there might leave a review-
i'm the happiest person in the world, i promise! So... please read and review!
Disclaimer: I own absolutley nothing!
No show, no songs, no lyrics, no artists, no actors-
god, this sounds so sad! But i will, i guess, at least when i'll be up to chap.11 :)
But now... i have to be patient with that and wait for Izzie.
Timeline: Post Season 7 Episode 22, „Shattered",
mentions/related to Season 4 Episode 11 „The Red and The Blue"
and later Season 7 Episodes 18/19/20...
And now...
Have fun with the followin' story! On with the show!
Special regards to you, my dear friend, oucellogal :)
It's thanx to you that i'm proudly present this here!
-1- A Phone Call from Tennessee
Lucille „Honey" Sugar picked up the phone and turned a pensive little buisness card in her hands.
„Yeah , is this the Philadelphia Police Department ?
You see, I'd liked to speak to Detective Lilly Rush , please.
Would you mind tellin' her please, that Lucille Sugar wants to talk her?
Don't worry, she will already know if you mentioned my name, Ma'am..
Yeah, thank you very much!"
A short music hold on with Mozart was playin' quitely in her phone.
On Lucilles own radio, Country Music was playin' and Lucille rocked back and forth on her stool
next to the phone she was sitting on, along with the music, the guitar and the smooth voice of
Kenny Chesney.
Outside, the sun shone through her curtains, dipped her cozy living room in warm summer colors-
orange, yellow, and pink blossomed into the room out from the ranch.
From the porch, the low hum of crickets came along with the scent of fresh hay.
A light, warm breeze billowed the beige curtains.
Lucille smiled brightly and took the long phone cord , twisted it and walked over to the front door.
She opened it a little and looked thoughtful at the long row of white fences, rolling down the hills with their gold-green grasses that bow in the breeze that came down from the Great Smokey Mountains .
Her horses were grazing close to each other on the meadows.
From time to time they moved on and dust came up when one left the series to trot in search of a few remaining green stalks a bit towards the stream whichs flowin' in the corner of the meadow.
From time to time Lucille can hear the gentle sound of their hooves that moved on the grass ,
such as air cushion and the rhythmic grinding of their jaws.
It was a pleasant, quiet and peaceful sound to her.
Today it was also way too hot, so that they won't fight or play with each other ,
as they did usually in the early morning hours.
Their big shiny bodies moved in perfect harmony, nearly synchron, to wind and grass up and down
the hill in front of her house, a wonderful sight of the great nature that's souroundin'
her Quater Horse ranch up here in Tennessee.
Rarely one threw up its head and listened with pricked ears to things that were always remain hidden for herself as only a human with only human hearin'.
Maybe they heard the call of freedom, the ones these last wild horses in the mountains up there
sent down to them, in the hope of being able to win their hearts with it and took them away
from her owner.
But the pretty white fence held the Quaters at her ranch.
The fence and the knowledge that this was their home.
A small smile brightened Lucille „Honey" Sugars features as she thought about showin'
these piece of land with all its glory to her dear friend, PPD Detective Lilly Rush, soon.