Disclaimer: Don't have a clue who owns
them now. Just know it isn't me. :-( I just go with the
flow now, when they want to come out and tell stories, I type them up for
them. Classification: SBR
Rating: PG, It has that word in it.
Authors note: Thanks for the beta read, Isis. {{hugs}}
A New Plan
By Tarrant
Bailey lay at the bottom of the steps, a broken empty
bottle of scotch beside him. At first, John didn't realize it was Bailey
but then he took the steps two at a time to reach his side.
"Bailey!" When he didn't receive a reaction he felt
for a pulse. It was there. "Thank God."
Twenty minutes later, the EMS crew was wheeling Bailey
into Grady Memorial.
"Fifty-two year old male found at the bottom of some 20
steps. Large lac to back of head, obvious fracture of left ankle. Positive loss of consciousness. Intoxicated."
Late that night, Bailey began to come around. He
blinked his eyes and moved to hold his aching head. "Shit."
"Hurts pretty bad, doesn't it? You know you are
a real bastard, Malone."
Bailey's eyes jerked to where the sound of her voice came
from and then they slammed shut at the pain from the effort.
"What happened?"
"What part, the part where they called me and scared the
crap out of me or the part where you got drunk and fell down the stairs?"
"Why did you come here, Sam?"
"So what, I am supposed to pretend that it was just an
accident that the day after I leave the VCTF, you just happen to get drunk
and fall down a flight of steps?"
"I'll be fine. You did your part, you can go."
For the first time since he woke up Bailey heard her crying.
"I can go? You think, just like that, I can go? Why the hell didn't you try to stop me yesterday? Why wouldn't you
tell me that you needed me? Why won't you tell me that you love me?"
Bailey squinted his eyes against the pounding in his head. "I did tell you yesterday, I let you walk away. Besides, what makes you
think I need you?"
Sam walked slowly to the bed and softly caressed his cheek. "Because I have been listening to you for three hours, call for me, beg
me to come back. You may not be able to tell me when you are awake Bailey,
but you told me loud and clear tonight."
"Delusions of a man under the influence."
"Do you really want me to believe that, or would you rather
I just told you the truth and tell you that I love you and need you as
much as you need me."
Bailey opened his eyes widely momentary and then slammed
them shut again against the dim light. Slowly he opened one enough
to look at Sam. "You love me?"
Sam nodded. "Very much."
Bailey closed his eye again and gave a small sigh.
"But listen up, you do something stupid like this again,
and I personally promise to hurt you."
Bailey grimaced. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, so am I. But don't worry, now you have a
good reason to move in with me. 'Cause I plan to take very good care of
you and Chloe for awhile." With that, she kissed him gently on the
lips. "Sleep now. I can yell more later. I love you,
Bailey."
