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Chapter 13: Kisses Sweeter than Wine

"Well, when I was a young man
and never been kissed,
I got to thinking it over,
how much I had missed."
Jimmie Rodgers ~"Kisses Sweeter than Wine"

"Hang on –you know her?" Rebecca demanded. "Who is she?"

"Her name is –"

"I'm Bonnie McAllister," Bonnie interrupted, glaring. "I'm right here. And could I see a doctor, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Why? What's wrong?" Rebecca asked, putting her gun into her holster. "Doc, it's clear!" she called.

"Well, I've been shot…" Bonnie said, raising an eyebrow and moving Tommy's jacket off of her so that his granddaughter could get a look.

She cursed as she inspected the wound. "Did he do this to you?" she asked.

"Tommy?" Bonnie asked. "No, of course not! It was someone on the roof, following us."

As the larger man with the ponytail came through the door, the man at Lucy's side with silver hair pulled out his phone, but Lucy stopped him.

"She can't go to a hospital," Lucy said quietly.

"She needs to get this looked at," the blond said with a suborn look.

"She's a sixty-three; there will be questions."

"You're… you're from Alcatraz?" Rebecca asked, turning to Bonnie.

"There was a guard with the last name of McAllister on Alcatraz," her partner said.

"That was my father," Bonnie said, feeling her throat get tight.

"How did you get here?" he asked, instantly curious.

"I don't know," Bonnie said honestly. "I fell asleep in 1963 and woke up in 2012."

"Hey, guys! She needs medical attention right now, not twenty questions," Rebecca said. "What are we going to do?"

Lucy gave the silver-haired man beside her a pointed look.

"No," he said emphatically.

"They've got to know sometime," she said quietly. "And there's the lab and Dr. Beauregard to help her, and we can discover all of these mysteries in good time. It makes sense, Emerson. Stop being stubborn."

"Would you like to tell us what you're talking about?" Rebecca asked, helping Bonnie stand and wrap Tommy's jacket around her waist as another bandage.

"It's easier to show you," Lucy said.

"A containment facility," the man named Emerson said, "was built to house all the sixty-threes we manage to catch. That's where we're going."

"I thought you sent them back to prison!" Rebecca said, clearly shocked by this new information.

"We couldn't send prisoners who were legally dead back into the prison system," the man said acridly. "So we found a solution. Come on; help the girl."

"My name's Bonnie," Bonnie mumbled.

As Rebecca helped her out of the building and into an SUV, Bonnie said, "You look like him, you know? Tommy."

Rebecca stared at her with searching eyes. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Bonnie shrugged. "Just a statement. You can see it, though, because you're the same age. Give or take."

Rebecca laughed humorlessly. "Tell me about it." She crossed her arms over her chest and asked, "What were you doing with him?

"I…there was someone following me," Bonnie said. "Tommy thought it was to discover where he was. I think he was trying to keep me safe, but obviously the shooter was… a bit ahead of him."

"Why does he want to keep you safe?" Rebecca asked.

Bonnie stared at her. "Because we're friends," she said. "He said he'd look out for me." She saw the woman's skeptical look. "He may be a lot of things," she said strongly. "I'm not stupid. I know what he's done. But he keeps his promises as best he can," she said. "And he looks out for the people he cares about. He cares about me. And he cares about you," she added.

She saw the disbelief cross Rebecca's face, but Bonnie knew her words were true. He called his granddaughter Becky –he called her Bon. He watched them both from afar to know they were okay. And he knew her phone number well enough to call it when he needed her.

He was a complicated man, but some things about him were absurdly simple.

The buzz of the elevator meant that someone was coming or going, and in a place where not a lot happened, it was a time of interest. Staring at three white walls and the bars of your cell all day was not interesting. There were always a few murmured conversations between cells, but everything hushed now as all the inmates, Ernest included, went to the front of their cells to see who was coming this time.

Sometimes it was a false alarm –just Hauser coming and doing whatever it was he did here, or the Doctor-that-should-be-dead, but sometimes it meant another inmate coming to join them in their white-walled existence here underground. So they got up.

Every time.

It didn't seem like they were bringing an inmate in this time –not a whole one, at least. Hauser and the Doctor and the rest were moving towards the infirmary. Funny –the blond girl and the big man had never come before. She had her arm around somebody, but the person pulled away and looked curiously down the length of cells.

It was Bonnie.

Suddenly, it was very hard to breathe. She was here, here, in 2012. She wasn't dead. She was here.

"Bonnie," he whispered as she turned away, drinking in her presence even at this distance.

And then his heart almost stopped, because she turned back, like… she might have heard him.

"C'mon, kiddo, we've got to get you checked out," Becky told her, but Bonnie still stared down the line of cells.

"I just… I just need to see," she whispered, walking away from the group. And Rebecca let her.

"Rebecca, she needs medical attention –" Lucy began to say in a low voice behind Bonnie.

"It's not critical, Lucy. A minute or two won't hurt anything," Rebecca said. "Let her have her look."

They were all staring at her… and she knew them. There was Paxton, and Johnny, Jack –he nodded at her, and she nodded back… and –

"Bonnie," she heard again, louder this time.

She couldn't help the smile that broke across her face as she walked as best she could towards the only person she had wanted to see for months. "Hi," she whispered, beaming and reaching a hand through the bars to him.

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, pulling her closer, and she felt like her chest was going to explode from whatever this feeling was… this huge, wonderful feeling.

"I missed you," she whispered, staring into his eyes. How funny, but she had never really had the opportunity to see him standing tall. She liked it.

"I thought you were dead," he said, staring at her like he still couldn't believe it. His sharp eyes caught sight of the multiple jackets pressed against her side and demanded, "What happened?"

She shrugged it off, still staring at him. "A shooter on a rooftop. It's okay; just a graze. He wasn't as good as you," she said, smiling wanly.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, and he said, "Bonnie, I…"

"It's okay," she said, her voice cracking. "Really, it is." Why was she tearing up? She was happy!

"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "I'm sorry you got pulled into all this, Bonnie."

"Well, I'm not," she said sharply. "Because I'd still be in 1963, and you'd be gone, and then what would I do?"

She thought she saw his flicker of a smile right before he reached through the bars and pulled her into a kiss.

She pressed her lips against his for as long as she possibly could without breathing, and still felt deep regret when she had to pull away to breathe. The pain in her side was stronger, and it took her longer to get her breath back.

She jumped at a presence at her elbow, but it was just Rebecca. "Hey, we've got to get you checked out, Bonnie." She glanced at Ernest. "You can see Cobb after the Doctor patches you up. Okay?"

"Really?" Bonnie asked, still holding his hand.

"Yeah," she said, smiling.

Bonnie told Ernest, "This is Tommy's granddaughter." The distrustful look on his face eased up somewhat. "See you," she said, pecking him on the lips again for good measure before Rebecca helped her towards the infirmary.

"One day you're going to have to tell me just what about me being Tommy Madsen's granddaughter suddenly makes me okay," Rebecca said.

Bonnie would have laughed, but her side hurt a bit too much for that.