Disclaimer:
I don't own the song Please
Remember. It belongs to LeAnn
Rimes.
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Have Faith
Part Eight: Please Remember
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As the confusion and chaos died down, Harm quickly
noticed that Jacob was gone. After a
quick sweep of the courtroom by several others who'd also noticed, the
consensus was that he had slipped away.
"Carli. Where'd
Jacob go?" Harm asked her, his hands pressed to the table so hard they were
becoming white. He stood right in front
of her and could see in her eyes the lie she was forming. "And don't lie."
"Sorry. I don't
know." She was lying through her teeth – and she knew Harm knew.
"Damnit, Carli!
If you and him are planning something, I'll see to it that you spend the
rest of your life in Leavenworth! Where
the hell is he?" He had risen his voice so it was near yelling.
Again Carli lied, this time smiling evilly, "Sorry,
Harmon."
His hand flew into the air behind his shoulder, but
before it could come back down on Carli's face, Mac grabbed it, "This is not
helping. Go sit with Beth. I'll handle this."
"But…"
"Harm, go!" She commanded.
He did as told and sat down next to his terrified
goddaughter. He pulled her in the
safety of his arms once again, as Wendy and Gio walked Davy back from her seat.
"Uncle Harm, I'm sorry.
I…I didn't…"
"It's okay, Davy.
I'm sorry I never knew." He reached one hand out for hers. She placed her hand in his, and smiled. She squeezed it.
"I rented a hotel room, and I think Gio wants to go back
and catch a nap." Wendy interjected, "If Beth wants to come…"
"No." She replied softly, clutching Harm's jacket.
"Okay, well, Davy…Would you like to come? I have some movies and popcorn. You know, time to calm down and forget about
some of this."
Davy looked at her uncle, "I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Uncle Harm, after Bethesda, I'm good for awhile. I'd rather stay out."
"I know. I just
don't want to pick up the phone and hear…"
Davy nodded, "I understand. I'll just be with Wendy and the twins."
He sighed, "Go.
I'll see you tomorrow."
"Should we wait to see if…"
"No. Without one
of the accused we can't continue. We'll
have to wait to find Jacob, but I still have temporary custody so we're okay."
"Okay then. Goodnight."
"Night."
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As the car drove along, Wendy could sense what Davy was
thinking. As Gio and Gen could do with
Beth, Wendy could do with her best friend.
Growing up as pen pals and then on the same base and then in the same
dorm at the academy, the two were closer then any two friends could be – they were
almost like sisters.
"You are not getting out of this car to go chase him."
Davy looked at Wendy, "I can't let him stay out
there. He'll kill Beth."
Wendy pulled the car over and locked the doors. The sky suddenly unzipped and water poured out
as though someone was holding a hose above them. The twins had fallen asleep in the back, and were unaware of what
was about to be said.
"Wendy…"
The doctor stared at Davy before speaking, "You'd die for
her, wouldn't you?"
Davy nodded, "In a heartbeat."
"Why?"
"Because…" She sucked in air, "I love her. She's my sister and she's all I had sometimes. Base after base, I never had steady friends except
for you and your letters never really came on a schedule. I've never held you for that. I mean you were moving too, but I only had
Beth most of my life. You should know."
Wendy sat back, "It only happened once to me. Dad did it to them after mom died, and I'm surprised
they remember. They were so little."
"So was Beth." Davy sat back as well, and turned her eyes
to Wendy, "So what do we do now?"
"He'll kill her without a second thought, wouldn't he?"
She asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you have an idea where he is?"
Davy sat up again, her heart pounding her ribs, "Yeah."
"Then tell me how to get there." She pulled back onto the
road and pulled out her cell phone, "Call your uncle. When we get there, we'll call the cops if he's really there."
"I can't tell Uncle Harm. He'll worry. If he comes and
does something stupid, it'll…"
"Okay. Don't call
him, but save it for when we get there."
"Yes, ma'am."
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Gio was the first to awake. It was morning, another beautiful watercolor sky shinning as the sun
rose. 'This isn't right. Where are we?' She thought to herself,
as she looked at Gen. He was sprawled
out on the backseat – she had slept in the crevasse in between the front and
back, which explained her sore back.
"Gen…Gen, wake up." She shook him lightly, but he just
flipped over so his back faced her. "Fine,
dork." She got up, and stepped out of the car.
She stretched, trying to figure out where she was. Finally she caught sight of something on the
car windshield – and another car. Harm's
car. She walked over, after grabbing
the scrap of paper from under the wiper.
Gio –
Hey, darling. I figured you'd be up first. That is Cmdr. Rabb's car across from
you. He's probably been sleeping for a
few minutes, so knock lightly. He'll explain
everything.
I love you, sis.
Gwendolyn
'What the hell…' She knocked on the driver's side window,
and then waved when he looked at her. He
looked behind him at Beth who was sleeping semi-peacefully, and then got
out. He stretched much like Gio had, before
directing her toward a bench outside of the warehouse she just realized was
there.
"What happened?" Gio immediately asked.
Harm sighed, "Not a roundabout kid are you…" He paused, "Last
night on the way to the hotel, Wendy and Davy took it upon themselves to find
Jacob. Davy knew where he'd be – at this
place. It was a hideout of his when we'd
come here. Anyway, they got here and
found him. 911 got a hysterical call
around ten. Jacob came after them with
knife. Your sister fought him off for a
few minutes, before he went after Davy.
After a little longer, Wendy came back to the car for her gun."
"He's dead?" She asked.
"No. And neither
is Wendy. But Davy…"
Gio understood and began to rock on the bench, "No! Why?
How?"
"You don't want to know." He rubbed her back, as she
began to cry.
She looked up at him, red-eyed, "She…Davy…She was like my
sister…" Suddenly she stopped and croaked, "Beth…How's Beth?"
"She doesn't know.
I was called around twelve to come watch you two. She called back a half hour later to tell me
Davy…" He couldn't do it. He couldn't
say what he needed to say – Davy was dead. She was gone. She wasn't
coming back and Beth wasn't going to be Beth when she found out.
"Oh, god, Davy…" Gio fell back into her sobbing, as Beth
wandered over.
"Why am I afraid of what that means?" She looked
nervously at Harm.
"Beth, come here." He pulled her over, and into his lap
as he had many times before – more to keep her from running however instead of
security, "There was an accident.
Jacob, he's been caught."
"Why's that an accident?"
Gio looked solemnly at her friend.
A light bulb went off in Beth's head, and she looked into
her uncle's eyes, "Davy…Davy's dead…nononononono…" She murmured, rocking herself
in his arms, "No."
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"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, today we lay to rest the
lord's loyal servant, Davadita Serenity Parkington." The pastor spoke, before
entering into the more personal eulogy, "Unfortunately, I never had the chance
to truly get to know Davy as she preferred to be called, but of the times I've met
her and everything I've heard, she was an extrodinary person. She loved her sister as much as she could. She was loyal to her friends, and her belief
in God was unmatchable." He looked at Beth and then back at the whole group, "The
last time I saw Davy, it was in the hospital.
She had asked for me in between breaths. When I came, I could feel the presence of her angel in the
room. I knew it was close, so I told
she shouldn't talk. But with her last
breath, she told me that she was but a star across the sky. I didn't understand until I was coming here
what she meant. There are millions of
stars in the heavens, and each one is a soul.
Davy, though her soul no longer inhabits her body, is still with us. She is forever looking down on us from her
star." He finished, and then looked at Beth, "Before we began, Beth came to me. She asked to sing a song for her
sister. I think it would be quite appropriate."
He stepped back, as Beth stood from her spot squeezed
between Mac and Harm with the Admiral, Trish, Harriet and Bud all in the near
vicinity. She walked forward, dragging
the words from her memory. She slowly
moved behind the casket, and to the podium, "When her son died, Davy and I
decided to pick a song in case anything happened to one of us. We promised to sing it at the funeral of the
one who died. We picked one called Please
Remember." She explained, and then shut her eyes. Her mouth began to emit the melodious tune and everyone
understood why the song had been picked.
Time…Sometimes the
time just slips away
And your left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I…I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time
I had you with me
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
the memories we made
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
and you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
while we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me
Goodbye…there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
with just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We'll leave behind a life and time
I'll never know again
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
and you were there for me
And remember, Please remember me
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
While we were wild and free
Then remember, please remember me
And how we laugh and how we smile
And how this heart was yours and mine
and how a dream was out of reach
I stood by you, you stood by me
We took each day and made it shine
We wrote our names across the sky
We ride so fast, we ride so free
And I knew that you had me
Please remember, please remember
Beth stepped back, wiping the tears from her eyes. She remembered when she and Davy had picked
the song. She knew it was supposed to
be a boy/girl love song, but it was everything that they had meant to each
other, so it had been picked.
"That was beautiful." Harm whispered.
And that was the last clear moment Beth had, as
everything blended together as thought it were oil painting.
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Cassie Jamie
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