Okay here's a chapter to tell about what our so far hardly spoken of and probably not going to spoken of much character's are doing.

Chapter 21

Harper stood behind the bar nervously wiping his hands on his pants. Why he was so nervous he couldn't guess. Maybe it was because Terry was coming by. There was nothing all that great about her…except that she was great. He'd had crushes on just about every woman on Seefra but this was different. He smoothed his hair looking around. Was this what butterflies in the stomach felt like?

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked sitting down across from Harper. "That's the third time you've smoothed your hair."

"I'm fine," Harper glanced around looking for Terry again.

"Do you have a hot date or are you waiting for something big that none of us know about?"

"Well I promised Terry that I'd help her today."

"Would Terry be that five foot four inch red head with brown eyes that you were talking to yesterday?"

"Hey she's-."

"Relax Harper," Dylan smiled. "I've just talked to her a few times. Besides I think she likes you."

Harper poured Dylan and himself a drink. "You really think so? You mean she doesn't think I'm some hopeless jerk?"

"Well Kyrsten says she doesn't and from what I've seen these last few days I have to agree."

"Who's Kyrsten?"

"Only perfection in female form."

"Hey now," Harper broke in, "Terry-."

"In my opinion anyway. We've been going out for a few weeks now."

"So do you-."

"Don't you boys know not to talk about a girl when she's present?" A woman asked as she walked up with Terry.

"Hello Kyrsten," Dylan shifted so that she could sit on his lap.

Harper knew he was staring but couldn't help it. He'd thought Terry was beautiful before but now she was perfect. In a tank top and leather pants he couldn't help but stare. Once his eyes left her clothes and traveled to her face he knew his mouth was hanging open. The smudges of grease were gone and replaced by a little makeup.

"I can't look that bad," Terry said taking an empty stool.

"No…I just…you…" Harper stumbled over the words trying to figure out what to say.

"That means he likes it," Dylan broke in.

"Don't tease the poor boy," Kyrsten scolded taking a drink from Dylan's glass.

Blushing Harper handed Terry a drink and refilled his own, "You look great."

"Thanks," Terry smiled.

Harper swallowed as Dylan tried to suppress a laugh. "So…um…uh…do you need any help today?" Now Dylan did let out a laugh and received an elbow in his stomach.

"You really can't say anything," Kyrsten said.

Dylan took a drink. "Yes I can on the grounds of experience."

"Have any of you seen Beka?" Rafe asked walking up to them.

"Not since the day before yesterday," Harper replied, "Why?"

"Well I found her yesterday and she seemed to be having a bad time about something but wouldn't tell me what happened," Rafe took the empty stool next to Dylan. "I was wondering if you'd seen her."

"I haven't seen either of them for the last few days," Dylan answered. "Did she tell you anything?"

"She kept insisting that it wasn't something that Rhodes did. Kept saying that it was what she did."

"Rhade wouldn't consciously hurt her. He likes her to much."

"You know how they've been," Harper broke in. "Maybe they just had a fight."

"I don't know Beka has always had trouble with guys," Rafe accepted the glass Harper held out to him.

"You don't have to tell us," Dylan said. "We've had to deal with several of those ex-boyfriends."

"Did you ever think that maybe she's just having a bad day?" Kyrsten asked taking Dylan's glass back from him. "We do have those once in while."

"I'm sure their just fine," Terry added as Dylan took his glass back.

"Probably," Rafe shrugged, "I'm her brother I'm supposed to worry."

Harper and Dylan both chocked on their drinks at this.

"Sometimes, anyway have you seen Jade?"

"Valentine?" Terry asked.

"Yeah."

"She's working with Steve at Backwaters."

"Thanks," Rafe dropped a couple coins on the bar and left.

"I think you have a promise to keep," Kyrsten said standing up and taking Dylan's hand.

"How could I forget," Dylan smiled and let her lead him out of the bar.

Terry and Harper sat there silently for a few minutes until Doyle walked in. "You're still here?" She teased Joining Harper behind the bar.

"Um…uh…" Harper faltered blushing again.

"Harper you're hopeless. Why don't you go build something that doesn't work?"

"My things to work!"

"Of course," Terry rolled her eyes. "Come on I need some help."

Harper wiped his hands on his pants again and walked around the bar to join Terry as they walked out of the back door.

Doyle stood there watching the rest of the people in the bar. Now if Rhade and Beka could settle whatever it was that was going on between them.

THEN ONE NIGHT THE WALLS FINALLY CLOSED IN I CAME HOME LATE, SHE SAID WHERE'VE YA BEEN YOU USED TO CALL AND TELL ME YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY SHE SAID IF THIS IS HOW IT'S GONNA BE, THEN I QUIT SHE WALKED OUT THE DOOR
I LOST IT

Okay so here's my update. Even if you hate it let me know. I can't get better if all I hear is how good it is. So anyway what do you think? Maybe I'll have Rhade ans Beka both making out in the middle of town and then have some crazed chic kill them all. Wonder if I'll get reviews or death threats then?