Author's notes – My apologies for the delay in this chapter. I just haven't had a chance to write anything in the last few weeks.
Notes and Disclaimer as part one.
Chapter four
Johnny snapped out of the vision and looked in shock at his son as he ran over to play with Walt. The boy didn't seem to notice the man's behaviour.
Sarah's eyes narrowed when she realised that Johnny was having another vision. The look on his face scared her. But what scared her more was that he'd had a vision which involved her son. Walt and Little Johnny were heading back to the house. Johnny was trailing after them. He was trying to make sense of the vision as well.
"What does it have to do with everyone?"
"How can I stop this from happening?"
He saw that Sarah was staring at him. He glanced at her and then he followed Walt and Little Johnny back to the house.
"Johnny!"
He heard her calling him so he stopped and turned to face his former fiancée. "Thanks for dinner, Sarah."
"What did you see?"
He let out a long sigh. "I've been having these really strange visions, Sarah."
"So what's new?"
Johnny saw the grin on her face. "I'm serious, Sarah. Everyone seems to be connected but I can't make sense of it."
"Make sense of what?" Walt came back out of the house to see what was keeping the two.
"Honey, Johnny's latest visions are puzzling him."
Walt knew to trust Johnny when he had visions. "Ok. So what did you see?"
"So far you, Bruce, Dana and Little Johnny are connected."
Sarah frowned at the mention of Dana's name. She folded her arms but said nothing.
"A thunderstorm. An overflowing river. A body being taken out." A fleeting memory of the vision came to Johnny and he let out a deep breath. "You're taking Little Johnny camping this weekend."
Sarah looked from Walt to Johnny and back again. "You can't go camping this weekend."
Walt stood, with his hands on his hips, looking at his wife and Johnny for several minutes before saying anything. He sighed. "I promised JJ."
"Go another time. Just not this weekend," replied Johnny.
"How do we know it's going to happen this weekend? You said yourself the vision wasn't clear."
"Honey!" Sarah was exasperated. She couldn't believe Walt was playing devil's advocate with Johnny.
"I mean it Sarah. You said it involved Bruce and Dana as well."
"Trust me. I'm gonna tell Bruce and Dana not to go camping as well." Johnny could feel a slight ache in his hip so he leaned on the silver topped cane even more.
The two men stared at each other for a few minutes. Walt began to feel uneasy under the blue gaze of the psychic. He nodded and then strode purposefully back to the house. Johnny watched the retreating back of the sheriff and then limped heavily to the house. When he got to the kitchen he heard Walt tell JJ that they couldn't go camping at the weekend as the weather was going to be bad.
Later that evening Walt sat on the side of the bath watching JJ get ready for bed. The little boy put down his toothbrush and turned to his father.
"Why can't we go camping?"
Walt smiled at his son who still had a mouthful of foam in his mouth. He handed him a towel. "The weather forecast is for rain and thunderstorm, champ."
"We've been camping when it's been raining before. Why can't we go now?"
"I don't really want to spend the following week getting over the flu."
"Does it have something to do with that man?"
Walt gave the boy a side long glance as he picked up the boy's shoes from the floor. JJ picked up the rest of his clothes. "What man?"
"Mommy's friend."
Before Walt had time to answer Sarah came into the bathroom. She indicated the clothes in the little boy's hand. "Are these for washing?"
JJ nodded and handed them to his mother. She noticed the expression of irritation on her husband's face. "What?"
Walt shook his head. "Nothing." He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. JJ tagged along after his father who came to a sudden halt outside his son's bedroom. He turned and kneeled to face his son. "I was thinking. Maybe we'll go camping after all."
He saw the look of joy on his son's face as he hugged him. He ignored his wife's look of horror on her face.
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Johnny lay back on the sofa with a weary sigh. He ran his hand through his blond hair. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. His sleep was interrupted by the sound of bells ringing. He opened his eyes to realise that his cell phone was ringing. He grabbed it from the coffee table and pressed the button to answer it.
"Johnny?"
A small smile played on Johnny's face as the unmistakable voice of Dana Bright came on over the line. "Dana."
"I…I just phoned to say goodnight," said the redhead.
"Well goodnight," replied Johnny. These goodnight phone calls had become a nightly ritual since they had their date which wasn't really a date but was.
"So…did you work out the vision?" Dana asked. She raised her eyes to the ceiling, kicking herself that this was the first thing that she said.
"Yeah. I think I stopped it," Johnny said. He struggled to get out of the sofa and made his way over to the liquor cabinet to make himself a scotch.
"That's good." A silence descended amongst the two. Johnny knocked back the scotch and grimaced as the liquid burned on the way down.
"I'm having a scotch. Would you like one?" Johnny asked.
Dana laughed. "Ok."
"Are you coming over then?"
She bit her lip as she considered his invitation. "Ok. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
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"How could you put our son at risk like that?" Sarah was angry. She was angry with Walt for ignoring Johnny's prediction about the camping trip. The two stood whispering in the kitchen hoping that their argument wouldn't wake the Little Johnny.
"I'm not putting him at risk," countered Walt. "I'm keeping a promise to our son, my son."
Sarah glared at her husband as he made the very pointed emphasis on the words 'my son.' "I can't believe you're going to ignore Johnny's prediction."
"Johnny said himself that he couldn't be sure who or when this prediction was going to take place."
"So all the better to listen to him this time."
"Why's that, Sarah? In fact why should we have him in our lives at all?"
Sarah looked at her husband with a hurt expression. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Walt immediately regretted saying that but knew it had to be said. "Nothing."
Sarah slammed her cup of coffee on the table spilling some of the golden liquid. She grabbed a cloth to clean it up. She threw it into the sink and then turned to face her husband who looked angry. "Johnny is an old friend. He has no one else. And don't forget – JJ is his son." She took one last look at Walt and walked out of the room. He watched her leave the room and then turned and banged his hand against the sink.
TBC
I hope to have the next part posted soon.