I do not own the copyrights to either Fantasy Island, or Monarch of the Glen.

NOTE: Some of what I have happening happened in the show (will not be putting this on anymore as it's already been stated three times now).

Ch. 11

The wind blew across my face as I sat on an over-sized boulder overlooking one of the many lakes on the Glenbogle estate. My short-sleeve white shirt was light and allowed the breeze to blow freely against my skin. The jeans I wore were medium blue, and the boots stopped comfortably just below my calves. My mind was on Gully and the time we'd been spending together. "Uh-uh, if you say so, darling" I'd spoken those words when Gully was teaching me how dance at the celebration for Paul upon his becoming the official laird of Glenbogle. "See, it's not that hard." Gully's voice echoed in my ears just as I felt someone sit behind me; I didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"Thought I'd find you here," Gully chuckled as he slid his arms around my waist, and I leaned against his chest. "It seems to be your favorite spot."

"It is." I sighed, wanting this moment to last forever even though I knew that to be totally unrealistic. Neither one of us spoke until Gully broke the silence and asked me what I think of teaching piano to the local children.

"I'd love to, but people don't really know me, and the other piano teacher is better known… not to mention well-liked." It is fact; I did not try to sugar coat it.

"It will take time, but you've got plenty of that." His Scottish accent is music to my ears, and I consented to give it a go. I don't really care if I get a lot of students or not... as long as my home doesn't have wheels I'm a happy camper.

"What's your name, Gully?" Changing the topic I turn my whole body sideways and glance up at the man who has been under my skin for ages.

"People call me Gully." His dancing eyes and smiling mouth only get louder as I roll my eyes and let out 'No, duh, but what's your legal name?" The man thought a moment and whispered in my ear; it's all I could do not to bust a gut laughing. My mouth clamped down and my chest slightly shook, but it didn't seem to bother him. Though, I suspect the man's grateful when any laughter stays under wraps... and I say Gully sounds like a good name.

"You're something else, Gully." I get on my knees and slide my hand down his cheek. "Though, I think you must have to shave five times a day just to keep your facial hair down to just peach fuzz." That comment set the man to chuckling; he said two times a day is plenty. Naturally, that set me to laughing. What happens next I should see coming, but I don't. Gully kissed me, and then pulled back half expecting to get slapped I think.

"You call that a kiss?" I razzed him and gave him a far longer one. When we pulled apart I told him, "Now that, darling, is a kiss."

"It is at that." Gully ran his hand through my own hair. "I'm glad your brother told me so much about you before you came. Jesse may not have been able to get through to me if he hadn't." He looked at me then asked me how I'd gotten the nickname Lizzy, other than my middle name that is.

"I'm not sure, ten to one it was Matthew's doing." I'd long since stopped thinking of him as James.

"Is that so?" Gully's eyes danced with merriment.

My mouth tilted on one side as I continued on, "That sibling of mine was forever calling people by a nickname. It stuck with others and I gave up trying to get people to cut it out."

"What would you prefer to be called?" Gully's question shocked me only because I'd gotten so used to people refusing to change what they called me. Nonetheless, my voice was found and I answered that I preferred the name Caci. "Caci it is." He tapped my nose with his finger, "Lizzy no longer exits. And don't worry, if people fight the change, I'll get them to do it." That was something he had no problems in convincing me he could do.

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Dogs barked as Janet was once again in Roark's office giving him headaches. Of course, with her being totally unaware of any name change, the gal was griping over Lizzy not being back yet. "She's had her time and then some. No one lives in that place, and she has obligations here."

"Like what?" Roark leaned back unaware of any unmet duties the gal may have had.

"Like her teaching job for one," Janet was not thrilled when the magistrate pointed out that no longer counted as the gal's friend had turned in her notice of resignation before making the trip to the island. "How about Lizzy's duties at the hospital?" Again Roark pointed out it was a mute issue as that one had strictly been on a volunteer basis. "Dog-gone-it Roark! Lizzy belongs here, not in some living ghost town. And I'm not sure seeing one person in that whole place even constitutes a town."

"I guess I could go check in on her, but the way things stand now I have no real justifiable reason to bring her back." While the gal was thrilled to hear her host was willing to go talk to her old class mate, she was not thrilled to hear Roark saw no need for her return. That being the case, Janet slammed Roark's office door on her way out.

The magistrate leaned back in his chair tapping a pen on the desk as he did so. What he said was true. There was no real reason to bring Lizzy back. Besides, he'd felt a shift in the air similar to the one which had tagged James' disappearance. Back then he had not known it to be connected with the name change to Matthew, but now ….Roark bit his lip and instinctively knew Lizzy was no longer going by that name and couldn't help but think Janet would be better off leaving well enough alone.