Some background on Dick aka Rich. And it's a neeeew day for our OC's and their men. A short update on the morning of Day 2 in Dutch. I soooo love your Read & Reviews! Please keep them coming as I struggle to figure out where this yarn is going. :-)

Dick

Rich, the name he had gone by since leaving Homer, had been more than pleased to find he had been assigned to the Time Bandit, and had looked forward to getting his revenge on Hillstrand's by fuckin' with them up to, and beyond the scope of his authority. He had devised a litany of hard ass hoops he was looking forward to making their asses jump through.

But now he was reeling as he sat in a dark corner of the Sports Bar. When he saw Sioux, he couldn't believe his eyes, and was compelled as if possessed, to make himself known to her. He had carried her mark for so long, it was a part of who and what he was. For 40 years he had invented so many lies to explain his disfigurement; from bar fights, to an enraged former lover, to combat wounds (not that he ever served a day in the military having washed out on a psychiatric 4-F). When he looked in the mirror he only saw the constructs of the defense mechanisms he employed to hide the psychic scar that lay beneath.

He had watched Sioux take down that big dude and his chick with ease, and perform like a superstar. Then felt the smart of hate and envy as he watched Hillstrand claim her. Seeing them, the past rose up vivid, broke down his defense constructs and he felt smaller and smaller with each passing minute. How dare she and Hillstrand be so in love even he could feel it! Deep into the churning in his mind, he drank and plotted how he would destroy them. Because he had to destroy 'them'. He couldn't tolerate the narcissistic wound they had unwittingly struck hurtling him back to his 'small' place. The place where he felt helpless and terrified. The small feeling had fueled his bulling as a child. But now, Rich Payne would and could do anything, to regain his sense of a 'big' self.

'Rich?' A soft voice meekly whispered. He wretched his thoughts away, raised his eyes and sneered.

'Sit down Darleen. Again you're just stuck on stupid. I said 10 p.m. and you're late. Who do you think you are to keep me waiting?'

As Darleen Shaffren, the observer trainee assigned to Dick, slide into the chair across from him, Dick unleashed a barrage of verbal abuse that had her shaking, her guts in knots.

Sioux & Johnathan

Sioux's internal clock woke her at 6:30 a.m. on the dot, entangled by arms and legs, trapped at the foot of the bed with Johnathan snoring against her breast. She combed his hair with her fingers making a mental to self; when combining bar fighting and singing expect to be re-claimed until the wee hours!

As she struggled to untangle herself, he groaned in his sleep and held her tighter. Trapped. His fault she was going to have to wake him. She had a hungry crew to feed.

'Jooohnathan' She gently patted his cheek. 'Wake up sweetie. Joooohnathan.'

'Johnathan!' She barked. He jumped and flailed. Freed, Sioux rolled off the bed.

'Get up! We gotta get up and get around here! Crew call at 9 and I gotta make breakfast!'

He mumbled something unintelligible into the mattress. She leaned over him. 'What?' Again he muttered nonsense. She again raised her voice. 'Get up!'

'Call 'em.' He croaked in a grumpy staccato. '10 a.m. Coffee shop. I'm buyin'. Tell 'em.'

Sioux affectionately pulled the covers back over him and kissed his forehead.

'Will do me Capitán. . .shhhhh. Go back to sleep baby.' She pushed a pillow over, he clutched it, and the snoring again commenced.

'Sweet!' She thought as she worked her phone calling Neil and Andy who answered groggily, both grateful for the later call. Now she had some time to order coffee, fire up her laptop, and get on Dick!

Dawne & Edgar

She awoke to Edgar's phone singing Roy Orbison's 'Workin' For The Man' and Edgar pressed against her back snoring against her neck at 8:30 a.m. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it.

'Sig?' She muttered in an intended sexy moan.

Sig gritted his teeth and barked. 'Where is he! 'Where's Edgar!' He's a half hour late for crew call!'

Dawne grinned and held the phone over her shoulder, close to Edgar's mouth so his rhythmic snoring could be heard. Then brought the phone back to her mouth.

'Oh Siiig! I'm sooooo sorry.' She whispered in a throaty purr.

'Don't blame Edgar. I missed him sooooo much. It just got later and later. . .I just couldn't stop. . .'

Sig to his mortification, blushed as he cut her off. 'Please! Gimme a break.' He washed his face with a hand, shook his head, and gave an evil chuckle.

'No rush I guess. Me and the crew need to get 're-acquainted' anyway.'

Then barked. 'Get his ass here before lunch!'

Before he could cut the call. Dawne's throaty purr begged the question.

'Siiiig? What time is lunch?'

Sig slapped his forehead and groaned.

Dawne felt Edgar laughing against her neck and grinned. 'What?'

Edgar pulled her in tighter and growled in her ear.

'Nobody can mess with my brother like you can baby.'

Lita & Andy

After Sioux's call he tried but couldn't fall back to sleep. He turned over and swept the hair off Lita's face and smiled at the shiner he predicted. The icing down had helped but the skin around her left eye was bruised deep violet, yellow, and green. She was sound asleep and he didn't have the heart to wake her. Since he was now fully awake anyway, he decided to hit the hotel gym, shower and dress there. Before he left he sat down at the desk and wrote her a note, placed it on the pillow next to her with a tender kiss on her forehead.

Slugger, 8 a.m. Gym.

Breakfast w/crew 10 in the coffee shop.

Join us if you feel it. If not -cool.

Call me when you're ready to carp diem and I'll pick you up.

Want you to meet my 'issue' the TB!

xoxxxoxxxo

A

P.S. Shiners are hot. . .on you!

Sioux

Her deep scrub of Dick's life left her disturbed and on guard. She was especially concerned at the lengthy and disturbing school and juvenile records. His adult records were this close to coming home to roost and taking him down. It would be so easy to push his fragile hold on his life and career if he came for her and hers. But taking down such a wounded creature would give her no joy. However, she would and could do it with the cold precision of a Terminator if he gave her cause. Don't make me come for you Dick she prayed as she sipped her coffee, saved her investigation document and looked over at the love of her life sprawled on the wrecked bed snoring like a hibernating bear. She checked the time icon on her laptop and rose. She had just enough time to hit the gym before breakfast.

Lita

She came awake, the right side of her face sore, in bed with no Andy. She blearily focused on the clock radio and saw it was 9:30 a.m. She groaned and turned over and saw the note on Andy's pillow and read it.

'Oh! Merde!'She leapt off the bed and ran to the bathroom. As he teased, her right eye was a rainbow of bruising. She sighed and got busy getting ready to make her appearance at the crew breakfast, which she had only a half hour to get it together. As she showered, she determined she was going to hang with Andy, Sioux and Dawne and make each and every one of the expected appearances and expectations on her first and last visit to Dutch Harbor. Dos mios!

From: Workin' For The Man - Roy Orbison
Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you
We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do
Forget about your woman and that water can
Today were working for the man
Well pick up your feet
we've got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Don't relax
I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind

'Cause your working for the man working for the man
you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pull to the left I heave to the right
I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right

'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man
gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man