~Disclaimer: I own none of them, I'm just playing with them, and I'll be returning them when I get through. I also stake no claim to any episodes that I use for the Flashbacks. They belong to the writers and FFC. I do however own Alex Wallace.~
From now on, I'm going to put (~) around dreams.
~If you haven't found anything worth dying for, then you have never truly lived.~ Unknown
Alex Wallace sat across from his father in the limo. They were on their way to Seattle for a business meeting that he really didn't want to go to. He had joined his father's business a few months after they had found Shelby, he hadn't seen her since. His father, Michael, had been talking on his cell phone with Mark Barringer for at least a couple hours. All about the same thing. About Marks son, Scott, and how They had to have the meeting in Seattle instead of Santa Monica because he was just dropping his son back off at school and he needed to stay close incase Scott needed anything.
Alex didn't know anyone he would stay close to. The only two people who meant anything to him were gone now. Patty had been creamated a week and a half after they found her. They didn't even post it in the paper. The police wanted to keep it strictly 'hush hush.' Then there was Slate. 'Shelby' he told himself harshly. 'Her name is Shelby.' He hadn't known anyone like her. Her long blonde hair had been styled in many different ways, but he always loved it down. Nothing got to her on the streets. Which made her extremely different to her cunterpart, Patty. That's why she started using. Patty needed an outlet for all the anger, but Shelby took it as it came. She had been used to pain. The streets were nothing new.
He couldn't shake the image of her as they took her away. When the cops spotted her she had told him to get out of there. The last thing his father needed was a scandal. The closer the cops came, the higher Shelby's head got. Even when they were loading her into the police car she still didn't waver. That was the kind of girl he was meant to be with, and he had let her go. He would never find another Shelby, never.
That thought gave him an idea. Rather than find a girl LIKE Shelby, why doesn't he just FIND Shelby. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number to his office. His secretary picked up. "Hey Connie I've got a question for you"
Connie perked up at the sound of his voice. She was totally commited to her job working for Alex. "Yes sir?" She asked quickly.
Alex took out his laptop and started up his reports on the proposal that his father had him working on. He wanted to make Michael think that he was asking about something that shehad typed up. "Do me a favor and look into some private dectives. I want to locate an old friend of mine that I've lost touch of over the years." He hit a few keys on the keyboard and nodded to his father.
Connie was already looking through files and running a search on the internet. "I'll see what I can do sir." She coughed into her hand and set the phone back onto the cradle. She would get back to him as soon as she found someone capable enough to work for Alex Wallace, then call him back.
Closing his cell phone and sliding it into his jacket pocket, Alex laid his head back on the coushy pillow that Connie had packed for him. He knew that she would do everything in her power to find someone who could locate Shelby for him. Little did he know that he was going to a meeting with a guy that could tell him exactly where she was.
From now on, I'm going to put (~) around dreams.
~If you haven't found anything worth dying for, then you have never truly lived.~ Unknown
Alex Wallace sat across from his father in the limo. They were on their way to Seattle for a business meeting that he really didn't want to go to. He had joined his father's business a few months after they had found Shelby, he hadn't seen her since. His father, Michael, had been talking on his cell phone with Mark Barringer for at least a couple hours. All about the same thing. About Marks son, Scott, and how They had to have the meeting in Seattle instead of Santa Monica because he was just dropping his son back off at school and he needed to stay close incase Scott needed anything.
Alex didn't know anyone he would stay close to. The only two people who meant anything to him were gone now. Patty had been creamated a week and a half after they found her. They didn't even post it in the paper. The police wanted to keep it strictly 'hush hush.' Then there was Slate. 'Shelby' he told himself harshly. 'Her name is Shelby.' He hadn't known anyone like her. Her long blonde hair had been styled in many different ways, but he always loved it down. Nothing got to her on the streets. Which made her extremely different to her cunterpart, Patty. That's why she started using. Patty needed an outlet for all the anger, but Shelby took it as it came. She had been used to pain. The streets were nothing new.
He couldn't shake the image of her as they took her away. When the cops spotted her she had told him to get out of there. The last thing his father needed was a scandal. The closer the cops came, the higher Shelby's head got. Even when they were loading her into the police car she still didn't waver. That was the kind of girl he was meant to be with, and he had let her go. He would never find another Shelby, never.
That thought gave him an idea. Rather than find a girl LIKE Shelby, why doesn't he just FIND Shelby. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number to his office. His secretary picked up. "Hey Connie I've got a question for you"
Connie perked up at the sound of his voice. She was totally commited to her job working for Alex. "Yes sir?" She asked quickly.
Alex took out his laptop and started up his reports on the proposal that his father had him working on. He wanted to make Michael think that he was asking about something that shehad typed up. "Do me a favor and look into some private dectives. I want to locate an old friend of mine that I've lost touch of over the years." He hit a few keys on the keyboard and nodded to his father.
Connie was already looking through files and running a search on the internet. "I'll see what I can do sir." She coughed into her hand and set the phone back onto the cradle. She would get back to him as soon as she found someone capable enough to work for Alex Wallace, then call him back.
Closing his cell phone and sliding it into his jacket pocket, Alex laid his head back on the coushy pillow that Connie had packed for him. He knew that she would do everything in her power to find someone who could locate Shelby for him. Little did he know that he was going to a meeting with a guy that could tell him exactly where she was.