Title- Fearless, Reckless Pursuit

Author- pepsicolagurl

Rating- PG13 for language. I warned you...

Disclaimer- See Chapter One. Loved by many.

Author's Notes- Latisha C- Square one and a half? I never actually thought of it like that before, but it fits. I'm a firm believer in the fact that it always gets worse before it gets better. Everyone, there aren't all that many chapters left (I don't usually write thirty chapter stories, so I hope you weren't expecting that). Also, my only knowledge of Toronto is from going there for two weeks, two years in a row. Aside from EdgeFest at Molson Park, the name of the airport, and the location of a hospital, I don't know much, so I'm basically pulling this out of my ass. And sorry for not posting yet today, I spent most of my day with my grandma, and the rest of the weekend, I'll be working. I'm hoping to finish the story before Monday, though. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Fearless, Reckless Pursuit
Chapter Ten

The largest tapestry takes patience and the ability to wait
For each thread to support the bigger picture and the larger purpose
And in the fearless, reckless pursuit of intimate love
It is not the destination, it's the journey

Jay was subdued for the rest of the visit, only smiling whenever Christina looked over at him. He had barely spoken to Andrea for the time he was there until early Monday morning, and whatever conversation they had was quiet, and strained at best. They had remained sleeping side by side, and if either of them ever woke up in the middle of the night, finding themselves reaching out for the other, they would simply turn around and hope to hell that nothing happened between then and the time that they actually got up.She ignored his red eyes and sorrowful looks as best she could, but she was more than pleased when the alarm clock went off early Monday, waking her first.

She laid there for a moment, blinking sleepily at the ceiling before reaching out blindly, her hand resting on his warm, muscular shoulder for a moment. "Jason," she said quietly, listening as he slowly woke himself. She removed her hand and yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm up. Thanks," he mumbled, before swinging his feet around and standing up. "Did you start coffee?"

"It has a timer. It should be ready by now."

She watched as he walked out of the room, before falling back against her pillow, listening to the muffled sounds of him making his way around the still unfamiliar kitchen. It was nice to hear someone else in the apartment, but she still wasn't too sure that it was Jay she wanted to hear. Regardless, Andrea couldn't help smiling to herself whens he heard his muffled curses, before he reappeared in the bedroom, holding two mugs in his hand. He handed her one, a trace of a smile on his face. "Milk and about ten granules of sugar," he told her, before walking around to the opposite side of the bed, sitting down heavily.

"You still takes yours with a teaspoon of sugar, I imagine," she said softly, looking over to see his smile widen. "I'll never forget that. It only took me two months to get it right."

His smile widened a bit, looking down at the comforter. He traced one of the flowers printed on it with a single finger. "Yeah, and that was some pretty bad coffee in the meantime. You...uh...you're working today?" he finally asked, scratching the back of his head as he sipped his coffee.

She readjusted her pillows behind her, nodding. "And Christie has school. I really wish you were staying for another day, because she's going to have to go to a friend's house until I can pick her up. She's not going to be too happy today, what with you leaving and me having to work late, but it's what happens every Monday."

"Except for the 'me' part," he added. "I didn't think that she would take it so bad when I had to go. And I would call her tonight, but by the time I get back from the show, it'll be around eleven o'clock, and that's a little too late. You'll probably be in bed by then. I wouldn't want to wake you up."

Andrea nodded, looking down into her coffee mug. "I'm sorry I can't drive you to the airport, but I'd never get back in time to take her to school. Our Mondays are usually busy."

"It's all right," he assured her. "Besides, I feel better taking a taxi. I remember how you drive. Don't forget, I was the one that taught you how to drive in Canada."

She waved a hand. "Please, it wasn't that difficult. My only problem was that you insisted that I learn how to drive a standard, and your car was as bad as they came. I'm surprised it started up every morning. And it always smelled like tuna."

He grinned suddenly, chuckling to himself. "Yeah, that's what happens when you're working the fifty dollar a day independent shows. Bad cars, bad food, and really bad money. But I'm sure that you don't complain about driving down the wrong side of the road anymore." After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he stood. "I guess I better get around to picking up all my stuff. Say goodbye to Christie. I'll call on Tuesday, if that's all right?"

"That's fine," she told him. "She'll look forward to your call."

"I know."

He rubbed his damp hair with the towel, looking down at his bag curiously as it emitted a ring. "It's been doing that all night. I would have answered it, but..." Chris Irvine said, before shrugging. He sat down on the bench to tighten the laces on his running shoes.

Jay dug through his bag until he found his cell phone, looking at the out of area number on the caller identification screen. He recognized it to be an Ontario number, but not one of Andrea's numbers. "Hello?" he asked, covering his over ear with his hand, trying to block out the noise of the busy locker room. "Andrea's emergency contact...uh, yeah, that's me. I'm her...husband," he added, shrugging at the strange look that Chris shot him. "What...Mt. Sinai Hospital? Why would she be there?" His face had been reddened from the steam in the shower room, but it quickly faded away. "Is my daughter there, too? Her name's Christina Reso. Blonde, six years old, small for her age."

"What happened?" Chris asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them.

The shorter haired man simply raised a finger, quieting him for the moment. "Thank you. Yeah, I can be there before morning. Around...three in the morning or so. I have to drive from out of town." He didn't bother explaining that he was in a state rather than a province, or even that he was in another country. "Tell Andie that I'm on my way. Thanks."

He turned off the phone and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on hastily, not bothering to fix the collar that stood up. The phone went into his pocket as he continued to throw his things into his bag, sitting down heavily to pull on his sneakers. "What's going on?" Chris asked again.

"Andie's in the hospital. A car accident. They said that it wasn't serious, but they wanted her to stay overnight for observation. Christie's not there, so she's probably still at her friend's house. She was probably going to pick her up."

The other man swore softly under his breath. "Are you okay to go alone? If you want, I can come with you. Or you could wait for Adam. His match is should be over in about five minutes." He saw the look Jay gave him and sighed. "I just don't think that you should be driving, that's all. It won't do Andrea any good if you end up in an accident, too."

"I'm fine, I...shit," he said, reaching back into his pocket for the ringing phone. Another out of area number, another number from Toronto. "Yeah?" he asked tiredly, expecting to hear either his daughter's voice or the mother of whatever friend she was staying with. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes, I'm Jason Reso. Yes, Christina is my daughter. Can you just tell me what happened to her?" He nodded a few times, before thanking the other person and hanging up.

"Not Christie, too."

"Fractured wrist. She was in the accident, too. God damn it," he said loudly, attracting a few stares as he stood up and reached for his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. "They took her to the emergency room at the Hospital for Sick Children. At least they're just across the street from each other. They're waiting for someone to come and pick her up, because she doesn't need to stay overnight, but they can't get in contact with her mother, and I don't know the number for any of her friends. Look, just make some excuse for me at the post-production meeting. Family emergency or something."

He nodded. "Sure. Are you off for the rest of the week?" When Jay nodded, he sighed. "Just call me and let me know how they're doing, all right? Go ahead, go. I'll let Adam know."

"Thanks." He let himself out of the locker room and walked quickly down the corridor towards the parking garage, keeping his eyes forward. He bumped into the occasional person, but didn't stop to apologize before going past them, pushing open the door that would let him outside. He shivered lightly at the cool air, before jogging over to his rental car. He thanked God that he was traveling alone that week, that he wouldn't have to explain why he left someone behind. He unlocked the trunk and threw his bag in, slamming it back down. It echoed through the concrete structure as he unlocked the driver's side door and slid in, starting the engine immediately.

The heater came on full blast, as did the stereo. He turned the latter off and pulled his seatbelt over his shoulder, snapping it into place. Jay looked over his shoulder briefly before he put the car in reverse, his foot pressing down the gas pedal harder than he needed to. He swung the wheel around, listening to the squeal of the tires, before heading for the exit a lot faster than he normally would have.

His mind was racing as he automatically slowed down to just above the speed limit, stopping impatiently for a red light. As soon as it changed, he turned the corner and started towards the road highway that would lead him out of town, until he could connect to a road that led to the Canada-United States border. He didn't want to think of Christina, alone in that busy hospital, not able to see her mother. She was probably scared out of her wits, what with the shock of the accident and then being surrounded by so many unfamiliar people. And Andrea might know where Christina was, but he couldn't be sure of that.

Chris had been right, he told himself. He probably shouldn't have been driving, but damn it, it was his little girl and Andrea. They needed him.

And he needed to see them.