Kris, Jill, Kelly and Sabrina are featured in this story. My first fanfic ever!

I have read all the CA fanfics on this page and I am constantly here looking for new updates. So I thought I should try writing a fic of my own. I gladly welcome all kinds of opinions and feedback. English is not my first language so I excuse myself in advance for incorrect use of words or grammar.

Enjoy!

Kris was standing outside on the porch of her beach house, leaning against the railing, hear eyes set on the horizon. It was unusually cold for January and the ocean didn't look inviting at all. She wrapped her coat closer round her shoulders. Kris missed the warm sun, summer and surfing. The holidays had been nice though, having Jill back and all, a smile spread across her face thinking of her big sister. Her smile faded quickly when a loud crash followed by a scream was heard from inside the house.

- Jill! Kris shouted her older sister's name as she run in to the house.

Kris stopped quickly in the hallway to grab the gun from her purse. Her pulse was beating like a drum as she advanced through the kitchen. She pushed her back against the wall next to the kitchen door that led to the living room and the stair to the second floor. One deep breath and then she jumped out in the door opening with the gun held firmly in both hands.

Kris didn't know what to expect but the sight that met her sure as hell wasn´t it. On the floor at the bottom of the stairs was a mess of carbon boxes, clothes, broken glass, frames and old pictures. In the middle of the mess sat Jill, her hair looking bigger than ever. Jill looked up at Kris whit the same look on her face as a stubborn child not allowed to eat any more candy.

- Why are you waving that gun around? Jill asked. And stop smiling at me and help me up instead, she continued.

Kris helped a moaning Jill up and supported her over to the couch.

- I think a broke my back, my leg and the other leg to, Jill complained.
- You are walking exceptionally well for a person whit that many fractures, Kris teased.
- Shut up and bring me some whine instead, Jill said. Once again with the look of a stubborn child.
- Oh, I think you will need something stronger to cure that back, Kris said as she walked over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of whiskey.

I sure as hell do, Kris thought to herself. Kris could still feel the adrenalin pumping through her body. She decided not to tell Jill that she had scared her so. Not that it mattered but she didn't want them to argue. They had done that a lot lately, not fighting but arguing, stepped on each other's toes and getting on each other's nerves. We are just not used to live under the same roof again, Kris said to herself as she walked back to Jill in the living room.

- What were you doing anyway? Kris asked as she handled Jill the glass of whiskey.
- I was going through some old boxes in the attic, it was too dark up there so I decided to bring them down, I just carried to many! Jill said and put on that famous Munro smile.
- Really, to many you say? Kris replied and raised one eyebrow as she looked over at the mess at the bottom of the stairs.
- To bad you have to carry the rest of the boxes down by yourself, with my broken back and all. Jill said and sunk lover into the couch.

Kris knew she would lose this argument, if she didn't get those boxes Jill would go up on her own. Kris didn't want that, she understood that not Jill's back nor any of her legs were broken but that fall must have hurt like hell anyway. She also knew that Jill wouldn't give this one up, cleaning out the attic apparently was her new "project". Jill hade moved over to the big pile of clothes and other stuff at the bottom of the stairs and started to go through it all.

- Can you believe I used to wear this?! Jill shouted with a laugh and held up a huge hat-like thing.

Kris swiped down the last of her whiskey, stood up, smiled at her sister sitting on the floor and headed for the attic.