Dark Visions – Chapter Twelve

Back at the hospital, Doctor Mirhm shook his head.  "Agent Donovan, you sure run one helluva crew."  He looked over the room full of his patients.  Donovan and Sabrena sat on her bed while Monica and Jake sat on the spare bed.  "A stab wound, a sprained ankle, rope burns, and a still recovering agent with multiple knife wounds."

"Hey," Cody interrupted.  "He's a pro!  Anything worth doing is worth doing well."

"Cody," Frank groaned.  "Please don't help me."

The door opened.  Nona entered followed closely by Bre's parents, Audrey and Cooper Fairchild.  "What on earth?" Cooper exclaimed.

"It's over," Bre told them.  "Donovan took out the bad guy."

Nona sat on the bed between Donovan and Bre.  "I have a feeling you saved our little girl's life."

"No, ma'am.  Just doing my job," he stated plainly. 

"I know better, Mr. Donovan," she said, turning to look at her granddaughter.  "Poppy told me everything."  She reached up and caressed Bre's short, uneven hair.  "Even about your hair."  She stared hard into her granddaughter's eyes as if trying to convey something unspoken.

Bre patted her grandmother's knee.  "Poppy won't be back, will he?"

Nona shook her head.  "He said to tell you goodbye, dear.  That he had stayed around to help you and once the powers-that-be felt it was his time he would be free to move on."

"Poppy stayed because he was told Bre would be in trouble?" Cody asked, mystified.

"Not only Bre..." she turned to look at Frank.  "He was told to help and keep safe the one who loves his granddaughter." 

"Oh, Nona!" Audrey cried.  "Really!  How could this be?"

"Shhh, Audrey," Cooper directed with a grin.  "Mother is never wrong." 

Bre could sense Frank's discomfort.  "Stop it, all of you."  She reached behind Nona and gently touched his arm.  "I'm sorry about all this," she told him when he turned to face her.

"Okay, people," Doctor Mirhm finally spoke up.  "We have a room ready next door for Agent Shaw and Agent Donovan.  "Let's clear this room.  Miss Fairchild has had enough excitement today.  You will all have to come back later."  He ushered Bre's parents, Nona, Alex, Cody, Monica and Jake from the room.

"Guess he's too afraid of you to make you leave," Bre commented with a smile.

"Me?  Why do you say that?" He chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know.  You are rather intimidating," she said, scooting back on the bed.  "Lay back and put that ankle up."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, laughing as he lay down beside her and took her into his arms. "I'm going to miss that long hair of yours," he said absently.  He loved the way it had spilled over her shoulders and how it spread like a soft blanket beneath her.

"Well, give me a chance to get this mess repaired," she said, gazing into his dark eyes.  "It might not be so bad."

He lowered his head, ever so slowly until his lips were touching hers.  "Don't you know?" he asked against her lips.  "Don't you know how beautiful you are?"  He traced her lips enticingly with the tip of his tongue.

"It only matters that you think so," she said, cupping the back of his neck with her hand and pulling him closer to kiss him deeply. 

He broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, "Nona wasn't wrong."

"I know," she said, as he kissed her again.  When he broke the kiss again, breathless and in need of air, she said, "I'll say it...if you will."

He pulled back so he could look into her green eyes.  They held the gaze for a moment before they both smiled and said together, "I love you."

Laughing, he captured her lips again in a light kiss.  "You are a strange woman, Redhead.  Our life will not be a dull one."

"Promises, promises," she said, laughing.  "Now, less talk and more kissing."

"Yes, ma'am!" he said as his lips descended to hers once again.

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Cody watched as Nona let the door close quietly.  "Well?"

Nona chuckled and hugged him as they walked down the corridor.  "Has Nona ever been wrong?"

"Never," he said, laughing.  Then he stopped dead in his tracks. 

"Cody?" Alex asked, almost bumping into him.

"Aw...man!  Does this mean he's going to be like...part of the family?" he whined.  "The Fairchild's are like...my family!"

Nona laughed at the young man who was as close as a grandson to her.  "Don't worry, darlin', there's plenty of room in our family."

The End.  A big THANK YOU for all the wonderful reviews! :-)  And to organized-chaos...I would never harm his ears!  *g*  I think they're precious! ;-)