Continued…

"To what do we owe this second visit?" Logan asked. "Your father isn't chasing you is he?"

"Yeah I mean he is a cutie but I really don't want him barging in here all pissed off and everything. We love ya kid but there are limits," Taylor said.

"Don't worry he's in the shower. I need coffee, good coffee."

"I'm not comfortable loading you up on caffeine. Plan on running a long distance?" Taylor asked.

"No, not for me for my dad. He likes coffee and Max doesn't have anything good and even if she did…"

"Yeah we know," they both said speaking of Max's inability to do anything of a kitchen nature.

"Hmmm let's see," Taylor said setting his coffee mug down. "I somehow doubt he is a hazelnut kind of guy," speaking of the brew they had already made that morning.

"What about that stuff, Damien brought by when he was trying to go straight," Logan suggested.

"Oooh perfect," Taylor said searching the cabinet.

"You have to hurry he takes quick showers and if I'm not there when he comes out."

"Yeah he'll come here looking, step it up Tay."

They were off like a shot, each taking their spot in the synchronized drama. Taylor dumped the coffee pot while Sean dumped the old grounds and Logan loaded up a new filter. Taylor ripped the top off the container sending coffee beans everywhere. "These are whole beans," Sean gasped. This realization sent them scurrying all the more. Logan opened the cabinet and caused quite a racket as pots, pans and other sundries hit the floor as he came up with the coffee grinder.

Taylor dumped the beans in some missed and were bouncing around on the counter. They all stared at the contraption while it ate the large beans and turned them into mere dust of their former glory. Finally done Taylor picked them up and in his mad dash he sent a cloud of coffee into the air some of it landing in Sean's hair.

They all stood horrified as Sean shook his head and began to push the pile of caffeinated flecks into the filter as the boys looked on. "What? I'm desperate."

Understanding the situation they jumped in and filled the filter with precious ingredient.

"Wait," Taylor yelled running back to the cabinet and rummaging again. Cans and tins when flying as he searched for the black treasure, he finally grabbed a small tin and opened it tossing a smidge of that brew. "Perfecto," he said kissing the tips of his fingers.

Sean flung the faucet on full blast spraying them all with the wayward water. Amongst dirty looks he slowed the waters progression to a civilized stream and dumped it into the waiting coffee maker. He hit the button and they waited. They all tapped their feet as they watched the black liquid flow into the waiting pot. If the piercing eyes had any powers that coffee would have been done in mere seconds; calves were jiggling and faces scrunched as the final drops splashed their way home. "Logan grab that gallon sized travel mug your mom brought us from her last vacation."

Logan side stepped Sean and reached up and pulled down a gigantic mug that was about the size of the Impalas gas tank. Taylor sloshed the brew into the large mug and handed it off to Sean who slammed the lid on. He looked at the words on the one side his eyebrows arching, "Ride 'em Cowboy," he questioned.

Taylor turned it around, Altamont Ranch, Texas.

"Okay, thanks guys, I owe ya," Sean said launching himself down the stairs full speed.

Logan tasted the last few drops that clung to the pot and smiled. "Well if anything gives him a chance that would be it."

"Well Max did her part and we helped but I fear our lad will still be hurting by days end."

"What do you think will happen? I mean how can he ground a kid when they are constantly on the road and he already helps out a ton with chores and such," Logan wondered.

"I shudder to think, but I imagine that the way John carries himself he was once a military man and…" he said drifting off.

"And what?"

"Oh sorry, had a hot flash…that he takes care of things the old fashioned way if you get my drift."

"Ahh, drift gotten. Aww our poor little man."

"For sure, but he was reckless."

"True dat my man, true dat."

Sean rushed through the door grasping the large mug in front of him as a shield.

"And where the hell have you been?" John asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"Coffee, here Dad I brought you coffee," Sean offered it holding it out as a peace offering.

John looked skeptical but took it. "Where did you get it and why do you smell freshly brewed?"

"Upstairs from the guys," Sean said wording everything carefully. "They're great cooks and better friends. They've been very nice to me." He said shaking the fine grains from his newly coiffed hair.

"Well good, I'm glad you made friends," John said sincerely as he took a sip of the coffee. "Wow, that's damn good coffee!"

Sean smiled happy at the small victory. He glanced over at the couch that hadn't been slept in and John caught the action. "Um, it was a rough day…"

"Please I'd rather not hear it," Sean answered letting John off the hook.

"Very well then," John said relieved. He had more coffee and then sat down on the couch setting the mug down on the table. "Come here."

Sean closed his eyes knowing this was it and not only that he was going to be slung over his father's knees in a humiliating act and Max could come out at any time. He slowly made his way over and stood waiting for the strong arms to pull him into position but was surprised when he was being embraced. "Thank God you are okay. Max told me every detail last night. You were very brave and resourceful. She felt so bad that it all happened on her watch. But I assured her that even under my watchful eye you were difficult to contain. Sit down," John said pulling Sean down next to him. "But we need to fix this reckless behavior; I can't go off on a hunt and lose my focus because I'm worried about you."

"It's the force Dad, I can't deny it."

"The unseen force that makes you do this stuff; yeah right."

"I can't control it, so I have to use it."

"But this force won't grab your ass out of the fire will it?"

"I don't know, it hasn't had to," Sean said proudly.

"We could test it right now."

"I'd rather not, this isn't the kind of thing it would save me from," Sean said nervously.

"Cause I'm not a real threat."

"You kinda are."

"So you and this force aren't as tight as you thought. Look Sean I admire your bravery, I really do, but despite your gifts you are a child and this isn't a Star Wars movie. We have to get some things straight."

"Yes sir."

"Max tells me you brought several people together on this adventure of yours."

"I did and they are all friends now. We came together to help somebody."

"A stalker?"

"Yeah, a nice stalker, things aren't always as they seem."

"I know that better than anyone son."

"Yeah I know you do. When are the boys coming back?"

"I figured we would go meet them, finish the hunt and move on."

"Oh," Sean said obviously disappointed.

"Well I think I owe them that much. Tim Gallagher showed up to help out, but I would like to get back."

Sean scrunched his nose.

"What?"

"Tim Gallagher, he's weird."

"We are all weird in this line of work."

"Yeah but he smells like cheese."

"Well he is from Wisconsin and was willing to help out because I needed to come check on you."

"I was just kind of hoping that we could stay for Thanksgiving. Taylor and Logan are really good cooks and with help they are going to put on a big dinner at the church; everybody is invited."

"I see and I suppose you want to go?"

"Yes sir, I'm supposed to mash the potatoes," Sean declared proudly.

"Hmmm, well I'm supposed to get in touch with your brothers tomorrow and we'll see what is going on."

"Great," Sean whooped.

"But I think we still have something to deal with," John reminded.

"Right," Sean said sadly.

"Extra chores should keep you busy enough to keep you out of trouble," John announced handing Sean a very long to do list.

"Really?" Sean asked happily. He could handle a chore list easy.