A/N: Still don't own the people you recognize, hell I'm not even sure if I own Chet...for all I know there might actually be a Chet that lives near Glen. So if there is I'm just borrowing him. But I do know that I own Fiona and her plethora of animals.
Fiona was standing out in the field watching as the decrepit stable fell under the bobcat. So far winter in Tennessee seemed to be mild, during the day it was around 50 and at night maybe mid 30's. After an initial walk through the stable Fiona decided that it would be better if she just leveled it and built a new one. Luckily she had found someone at the local hardware store that not only would do the demolition but would also do the reconstruction. All together it would cost her around thirty-five hundred. Before she hired him though she asked to see proof of his work and even asked around town to see what other people thought. She had heard nothing but good things and after seeing his work felt that she was actually ripping him off.
Her dogs were lying by her side watching the preceedings interestedly and absentmindedly she knelt down and scratched their ears. The man on the bobcat looked over and waved with a smile. She smiled back and headed into the house, the two dogs trailing behind her. The wind had started to blow, making it a little nippy so she thought that he would like a nice cup of coffee. Just as she was pouring it into the cup he came in, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them.
"Alright, so it's down now. I'll start hauling away the debris today and then after I get it all cleaned up we'll go over designs."
"Sounds good, coffee?" She asked, holding the cup out.
"Thank you." He took a sip, then cradled the cup between his hands before speaking again. "One question."
"What?"
"Are you looking for a dirt floor stable or a cement floor stable?"
"A dirt floor. It's better for the horse's feet."
"Sounds good. When are you looking to get this done?"
"It doesn't make much sense to start it now. The actual construction can wait until spring, if that's ok with you."
"Sure, now I have one more question."
"Ok."
"How many horses are you looking to house?"
"One or two. Not too many. But I would like the stable to have at least six stalls." He nodded his head and placed the now empty coffee cup on the counter.
"Thanks for the coffee ma'am, now I'm going to head back outside and start the clean up. Then I'm going to head home for the day."
"Ok, thank you for doing this for me Chet."
"It's not problem. Anything to help out a beautiful woman in need." He smiled.
Fiona grinned and playfully slapped his arm before he headed back out to the downed stable. She took a seat at the bar and stared at the blinking courser on Wordpad. Once again the words were mocking her, everything she tried to put down seemed to go together wrong. The sentences didn't make any sense and the characters came off as too cartoonish. Twice now she had erased the entire thing only to stare at the blank screen. Her notes on the characters were laying by the laptop and she shuffled through them trying to get a handle on the plot that she had had in mind. With a growl she threw the papers up in the air and watched disinterestedly as they fluttered to the ground around her. The rottweiler walked over and sniffed the papers before dropping down heavily on them.
"Good boy Axel." She laughed, he raised his head and gave off a lazy sounding woof, bringing more laughter from her.
The shepherd heard the noise and came clicking into the room, his head tilted to the side and his ears cocked. Fiona patted her leg and the shepherd padded over and laid his head on her lap, licking at her hands. She rubbed his muzzled and scratched under his chin, loving the soft feel of his coat. He lolled his head to the side and it looked like he was grinning. There was a knock on the sliding glass door and Fiona looked up to see Chet waving at her. He mouthed that he was leaving and she waved him off, smiling as the dogs barked half heartedly. After staring at the laptop again she decided to take the dogs out. She slid off the chair and slipped her sweat shirt on then whistled for the dogs.
"Come on boys, lets go."
She opened the doors and laughed as they rushed out, barking as they raced each other across the yard. The wind had died down but there was still a nip in the air and as she walked she hugged herself, lifting her face to the weak winter sun that hung low in the sky. Coming from Michigan she was used to cold weather so this mild weather was a welcome relief. Axel and Slash came running back to her, and she looked confused as Axel sat down in front of her with something orange and fuzzy hanging from his mouth. She knelt down and gently pried it from his mouth and sucked in a breath when she realized that it was a kitten. It didn't look very old and it shaking hard in her hands.
Fiona got back to her feet and pracitcally ran back to the house, Axel and Slash following behind her. She ran a sink full of luke warm water and gently put the kitten in. While to her the water wasn't warm enough she had watched enough 'Animal Precinct' to know that if the water was too warm it would throw the kitten into shock. Carefully she rinsed the kitten off, looking for any puncture wounds. She didn't find any but as the kitten's shaking subsided she looked through the phone book for the number of a vet. Dialing the number she picked the kitten up and wrapped it in a towel then walked over to her sofa and sat down. There was no answer and she hung the phone up.
The kitten let out a soft 'meow' and Fiona looked down then rubbed her finger over the kitten's forehead. It buried itself deeper into the towel and soon a light purring emanated from it. With a small smile Fiona set the towel down on the couch and got back up, heading to the kitchen to find something for it to eat. The only thing that she found that she felt was safe for the kitten to eat was some sliced turkey. She ripped it up into small pieces and popped it into the microwave for a few seconds to warm. After she was sure it wasn't too hot she went back and sat down, picking the kitten up and holding a small piece of turkey out for it. Haltingly the kitten licked at it and finally nibbled on it. Soon all the pieces were gone and the kitten settled down and fell asleep on her chest.
After putting the plate in the sink she made a quick list and headed towards the store, taking Axel with her. The ride to town was a short one and soon she and Axel were walking through Petsmart looking for cat supplies. The cart was practically full and before she left she headed over to the dog toy isle and picked up some rawhides and chew toys for Axel and Slash. At the counter she asked a few questions about the needs of a kitten and the cashier helped her get some milk replacement formula. After she was rung up she headed back to the truck and as she was loading the bed she noticed a familiar figure walking into the store across the street.
Fiona shook her head and her mouth dropped open. In disbelief she rubbed her eyes, questioning her sanity. There was no way that Glen Jacobs, Kane, had just walked into the hardware store across from her. She snorted, convincing herself that she was seeing things and finished loading the truck. Then she snapped the cover down on the bed and climbed behind the wheel. Axel was curled up on the passenger seat and only let out a breath as the truck turned over. She reached over and stroked his head as she drove, still laughing at herself for thinking that a WWE superstar and Kane at that, was in her small town. It did however jump start her creativity and once everything was put away she sat down at her laptop and started to type furiously.
