One Catch
Winking Tiger • Mblab6@aol.com
Author's Notes: The formatting is an issue I've just not been able to get fixed. The way you guys see things, isn't how I see it on my computer, and I'm still working on fixing that. It's nothing big, just keep that in mind.
I've decided that I'm not going to research anymore. So, if something's not real, and I've taken some of that handy thing called writer's license and changed things around, that's what's happened. I just want to get my thoughts out, and in the process double-checking be damned.
Also, I'd had every intention on just getting to the main points and trying to end this as fast as I could. But as I sat down to write this, the sub-plots just came on their own accord. So, depending on how many more pop up, and how long it takes for me to figure out how to get it all to come together, things may not be ending so soon. Unless, of course, you guys just want me to stop it here, and just wrap things up for a quick finish-which if you wanted, I could do-I'd have to butcher things up though. Let me know!
If it helps any, this is from Logan's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fox's. But I do own Arlyn, and the O'Briens (including Colom).
And now on with the show!
Chapter 16
~*~ "She's going to kill me for this, but I've got to make sure she's alright. Where does she live Ar?" ~*~
"Here, let me … wait. She said that at one point you'd given her a cell, just in case. I think that I remember her saying that she'd kept it on her, just for that 'in case'."
"Really? She's got it, on her?"
"Should"
Pulling out the ever-present cell phone, I dial her number-of course I know it by heart. The number went through, no message as of yet that it's off or disconnected. Is there … wait, I'm not sure. Wait there's ringing! And now there's some noise on the other end.
"Hello?"
What am I supposed to do? If I talk, she'll know it's me. If I make any noise, I know she'll hear it. I know she's in good enough condition to answer her phone.
"Hello?"
And of course I know that she's using those "special skills" of her's to to hear whatever there is to hear. I knew I shouldn't have called. She's going to kill me. But at least I know she's okay.
"Hello? I know that someone's there. Besides the fact that phones don't dial themselves, I can hear you breathing. Mind telling me the name that goes along with those quick breaths?"
Uh oh. There wouldn't happen to be anyone around to help out here? Wait! That lady!
The phone's now fully covered, and a few good feet, well at least inches-my arms aren't that long-from me, and my mouth. "Hey! Can you do me a favor? Just talk into this phone and say that you've got the wrong number?"
"Ah, sure."
The now uncovered phone, placed in this kind woman's hands should get things moving.
"Oh. I'm sorry! I must have the wrong number!"
Perfect!
"Hey, mister!"
"Oh. Yeah, thanks for that! Thought that maybe it was a new friend's number, but it wasn't. And I'm just horrible with-thanks!"
"Sure. But you know. It's going to cost you."
"Sure, this enough-" A few bucks should be enough.
"Oh, Mary Ann. But … I couldn't take your cash. But it's going to cost you all the same. A very high price though."
"Ah, how much, Mary Ann?"
"No, I get-your name was what, I'm sorry I didn't catch it."
"Logan Cale, sorry."
"Well, Logan Cale, my fee is a date with you."
"Excuse me? A date with-that was you back there in the shop?"
"Yeah. And now I'm gonna get some of you."
"Well, I don't know about that. But you saved me back there. So I guess that I've got to pay you, something. And if that's you fee, well-I'll just give you how much a date would cost and that should be good?"
"No, not your money. I require you, your actual body, well, I require at least your presence."
"Ah, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't. I mean, that's just not … no, I couldn't. No."
"We'll just have to see about that Cale."
"No, I still don't-"
"Logan! You get through?"
"Oh, Ar. Ar! Sorry … Mary Ann, I've got to go now."
One of the quickest escapes ever seen, and now I'm on my way to that amazing man that's saved me from that mess.
"Thank god Ar! You saved me back there. That Mary Ann was trying to hustle her way into getting a date to me, as a payment of sorts."
"Yeah, sounds like Mary Ann. But why'd she need a payment from you?"
"I got Max's cell. Only I realized if I talked she'd know it was me. And I don't think she'd be too pleased. So, that kind lady-at least she was kind right then-to answer instead. Tell her that she'd called the wrong number. Saved my ass. Only until she wanted her payment for her 'duties'."
"Glad I could help you out there, buddy."
"Good. Now, I know she's fine. Maybe she's just out … thinking, whatever. She's entitled to some time." Everyone is, aren't they? "Hey, you going to show me the sights or what?"
"Yeah of course. How about … you feel like seeing the local mountain side and then grabbing a bite?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Perfect. To the Gap we go!"
"Great."
"So, this is a jaunty ride?"
"Yeah. It's great. A nice ride, friendly horses, personable horse handlers."
"Don't let them here you say that!"
"What!"
"Forget it."
"Fine. Just enjoy, I've seen this before, but you haven't."
Which was really true. It was beautiful. Lush green mountainsides, waterfalls scattered about, and an amazing view of valley. Only a few problems, the speractic rain I could do without-though that really makes Ireland Ireland-and this shaking. Couldn't the ride be a bit smoother?
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