Notes and Disclaimer as part one.
I fixed a slight error in this part which is why I'm uploading it again.
Chapter 1
Sarah picked up her cell phone and stared at it. Almost as if she was willing it to ring. She sat down at the table and fanned herself with a magazine. The air conditioning had packed in. Walt had promised to fix it last week but hadn't gotten around to it. She picked up the phone again and wondered why Johnny hadn't called her back. It had been nearly half an hour since she had called. Usually he called back straight away. She sighed with frustration and put the phone back on the table. She stood up again and walked over to the A/C unit and pressed some buttons. The unit made some groaning noises and then stopped. She hit the unit but nothing happened. She stared out the kitchen window thinking about Johnny when her cell phone rang. She eagerly picked her phone up but noticed on the caller id that it wasn't Johnny. It was Walt.
"Hi Honey," her husband said as he sat at his desk in the sheriff's office.
"Walt," replied Sarah trying to sound not too disappointed that it was not Johnny who had called her.
"How would you and Johnny like to go camping this weekend?"
"He still has problems with his hip. I'm not sure if camping is his thing," replied Sarah.
There was silence on the phone as Walt realised who she was talking about. "I'm talking about our son."
Sarah was horrified when she realised what she had just said. "You promised to fix the A/C this weekend. It's like a hundred degrees here."
Walt stared at the picture of his wife and son on his desk. All his enthusiasm for the camping trip had evaporated. "I'll fix it tonight," he said flatly.
"Ok. We can talk about the trip at dinner," replied Sarah hearing the tone in his voice.
"See you later. Love you," replied Walt.
Sarah smiled. "Love you too."
Walt hung the phone up and picked the picture up in his hands. He wondered if Sarah had really meant it. He knew she was distracted since Johnny came out of his coma. Maybe a camping trip with her and their son would allow them to have time together as a family
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"So let me get this straight. You don't know where or who this is going to happen to," Bruce said after Johnny described his vision.
Johnny paced up and down the living room. "No."
Dana sat on the couch feeling a little weary at watching him pace up and down. "I think you're going to wear out that carpet."
Bruce let out a long sigh as he looked at the red head. "And why are you here?"
"Oh. I just stopped by to let Johnny know that the article "My date with Johnny" would be in next Sunday's magazine." She glanced over at her "date" who had stopped pacing. A small smile formed on his lips. "I hope I get a preview."
The reporter returned the smile as she remembered how he had also saved her life. "Of course."
Bruce rolled his eyes again as the two stared at each other. "Well now you've told him. Maybe you could leave."
"No! We have a vision to work through!" exclaimed the woman excitedly. "This would be an interesting angle to work on. Piecing together a vision. It's like solving a puzzle. The readers would be interested in the process."
Bruce shook his head. "Absolutely not, Dana."
"Why not? I can call my editor and get approval for the story." Dana was getting excited at the thought of the story with her by-line.
"No way," Bruce said in a firm tone of voice.
While Bruce and Dana argued the subject of the argument sighed heavily. "Hey. I am still in the room, you know."
They appeared taken aback at the interruption. "Johnny. It would be a great story," Dana said.
His mouth went into a tight line and he let out a slow breath. "As much as I would love it I'm gonna have to say no this time." He saw the disappointed look that she gave him. "Only until I can work out what it means." He ushered the reporter out of the room before she could say anything. Before she knew it she was standing on the front porch. The thunderstorm hadn't cleared any of the humidity from the air even if the rain had stopped. He followed her down the steps to the car taking in her slender frame under the formal grey suit she was wearing. He could smell her light perfume. "I'll call you."
She turned around to find him standing right behind her and her eyes met his intense blue gaze. "Johnny, I just wanted to say…"
"What?"
She was silent for a few seconds. "Thanks."
He nodded knowing that's not what she was going to say but knew she wouldn't want him to pursue the real issue. "I'll let you have the exclusive."
She glanced briefly at the ground as if to break the eye contact and then looked at him again. She wanted to touch him, touch his hair, stroke his cheek, something to make a connection with him but was afraid to. She was afraid of what he would see in the vision. But most of all she was afraid of getting too close. She had let down her defences with him that night and he had seen her vulnerability.
As if sensing her inner turmoil Johnny smiled and reached for the car door. Instantly he was transported back to his bedroom where they made love. Then the vision changed….
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…fast flowing water…trees…feet running....sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat...police sirens…body taken out of the water…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the water
//
As Dana got into the car she saw the glazed and unfocused look in his eyes and realised he'd had a vision. "What?"
He shook off the vision and looked at her. He wasn't sure what these visions meant and didn't want to say anything to her yet. "I just had a flash of… that night and us…"
"Really?" Dana asked with a grin.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure it was a flashback?"
He shrugged his shoulders but said nothing else. She laughed and then said goodbye. Johnny watched as she drove off.
******
TBC
I hope you have enjoyed this so far. As it is a WIP I'll post the rest soon. Please review :-)
I fixed a slight error in this part which is why I'm uploading it again.
Chapter 1
Sarah picked up her cell phone and stared at it. Almost as if she was willing it to ring. She sat down at the table and fanned herself with a magazine. The air conditioning had packed in. Walt had promised to fix it last week but hadn't gotten around to it. She picked up the phone again and wondered why Johnny hadn't called her back. It had been nearly half an hour since she had called. Usually he called back straight away. She sighed with frustration and put the phone back on the table. She stood up again and walked over to the A/C unit and pressed some buttons. The unit made some groaning noises and then stopped. She hit the unit but nothing happened. She stared out the kitchen window thinking about Johnny when her cell phone rang. She eagerly picked her phone up but noticed on the caller id that it wasn't Johnny. It was Walt.
"Hi Honey," her husband said as he sat at his desk in the sheriff's office.
"Walt," replied Sarah trying to sound not too disappointed that it was not Johnny who had called her.
"How would you and Johnny like to go camping this weekend?"
"He still has problems with his hip. I'm not sure if camping is his thing," replied Sarah.
There was silence on the phone as Walt realised who she was talking about. "I'm talking about our son."
Sarah was horrified when she realised what she had just said. "You promised to fix the A/C this weekend. It's like a hundred degrees here."
Walt stared at the picture of his wife and son on his desk. All his enthusiasm for the camping trip had evaporated. "I'll fix it tonight," he said flatly.
"Ok. We can talk about the trip at dinner," replied Sarah hearing the tone in his voice.
"See you later. Love you," replied Walt.
Sarah smiled. "Love you too."
Walt hung the phone up and picked the picture up in his hands. He wondered if Sarah had really meant it. He knew she was distracted since Johnny came out of his coma. Maybe a camping trip with her and their son would allow them to have time together as a family
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"So let me get this straight. You don't know where or who this is going to happen to," Bruce said after Johnny described his vision.
Johnny paced up and down the living room. "No."
Dana sat on the couch feeling a little weary at watching him pace up and down. "I think you're going to wear out that carpet."
Bruce let out a long sigh as he looked at the red head. "And why are you here?"
"Oh. I just stopped by to let Johnny know that the article "My date with Johnny" would be in next Sunday's magazine." She glanced over at her "date" who had stopped pacing. A small smile formed on his lips. "I hope I get a preview."
The reporter returned the smile as she remembered how he had also saved her life. "Of course."
Bruce rolled his eyes again as the two stared at each other. "Well now you've told him. Maybe you could leave."
"No! We have a vision to work through!" exclaimed the woman excitedly. "This would be an interesting angle to work on. Piecing together a vision. It's like solving a puzzle. The readers would be interested in the process."
Bruce shook his head. "Absolutely not, Dana."
"Why not? I can call my editor and get approval for the story." Dana was getting excited at the thought of the story with her by-line.
"No way," Bruce said in a firm tone of voice.
While Bruce and Dana argued the subject of the argument sighed heavily. "Hey. I am still in the room, you know."
They appeared taken aback at the interruption. "Johnny. It would be a great story," Dana said.
His mouth went into a tight line and he let out a slow breath. "As much as I would love it I'm gonna have to say no this time." He saw the disappointed look that she gave him. "Only until I can work out what it means." He ushered the reporter out of the room before she could say anything. Before she knew it she was standing on the front porch. The thunderstorm hadn't cleared any of the humidity from the air even if the rain had stopped. He followed her down the steps to the car taking in her slender frame under the formal grey suit she was wearing. He could smell her light perfume. "I'll call you."
She turned around to find him standing right behind her and her eyes met his intense blue gaze. "Johnny, I just wanted to say…"
"What?"
She was silent for a few seconds. "Thanks."
He nodded knowing that's not what she was going to say but knew she wouldn't want him to pursue the real issue. "I'll let you have the exclusive."
She glanced briefly at the ground as if to break the eye contact and then looked at him again. She wanted to touch him, touch his hair, stroke his cheek, something to make a connection with him but was afraid to. She was afraid of what he would see in the vision. But most of all she was afraid of getting too close. She had let down her defences with him that night and he had seen her vulnerability.
As if sensing her inner turmoil Johnny smiled and reached for the car door. Instantly he was transported back to his bedroom where they made love. Then the vision changed….
//
…fast flowing water…trees…feet running....sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat...police sirens…body taken out of the water…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the river…fast flowing water…trees…feet running…sound of a heartbeat…police sirens…body taken out of the water
//
As Dana got into the car she saw the glazed and unfocused look in his eyes and realised he'd had a vision. "What?"
He shook off the vision and looked at her. He wasn't sure what these visions meant and didn't want to say anything to her yet. "I just had a flash of… that night and us…"
"Really?" Dana asked with a grin.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure it was a flashback?"
He shrugged his shoulders but said nothing else. She laughed and then said goodbye. Johnny watched as she drove off.
******
TBC
I hope you have enjoyed this so far. As it is a WIP I'll post the rest soon. Please review :-)