A/N: Let me say this is heaven—writing sloooowly, and not updating
everyday. Not that I didn't enjoy it before, but writing at your own
leisure, without a deadline is great. Ok, anyways, here it is ya'll.
Enjoy! Until next time—if I see another wedding dress I'm going to
scream—PCGirl.
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PC: 2020
Ian slipped into the seat and gave a nod to Frank, "So, what has ended up happening with you in the sixteen years I've been gone?"
"Well, I got married—to Sara Fairfield, remember the intern--."
"Yeah, the one that looked like Karen—is she?"
"No, she's not—Sara does have a lot of traits in her that remind me of Karen, her wanting to help every possible patient—she pushes herself too far a lot of times, but really Sara is completely different from Karen, though I think I'm sometimes the only one that can see that. What about you—what did Ireland bring you?"
Ian smiled brightly, "It brought me a lot of stuff I thought was lost for good," he said pulling out his wallet and showing Frank a picture. There was Ian—in a suit, Danny in his graduation gown, and an older woman next to Ian, and then Danny holding a girl—around the age of eight or so. Both of the females had coppery-red hair, though the little girl had brown eyes like both her brother and father, "That's my wife Maeve and daughter Claire. Maeve is a Kindergarten teacher."
"She wasn't Danny's teacher, was she?" he said looking at Ian who was biting back a smile. "Ian—I can't believe you would date and then end up marrying your son's Kindergarten teacher!"
Ian let out a very loud laugh, "Well, let me just say it wasn't love at first sight in the least—we butted heads almost the entire way through the first part of the school year."
"Sounds like you and someone else I used to know," smiled Frank.
"Yeah, well that's for sure. After dealing with her for half a year I almost came back here—figured that schools in the states had to be better than dealing with her. I'm glad I didn't now. So anyways—enough of my family and yours, I want to know about your disappearance and if this JT guy is who I think he is."
It was Frank's turn to laugh loud, "I knew that had to be what Chris and them were telling you about. Where did they get to?"
"Just told me up Alison and Livvie meeting JT—and they both got shivers."
"Ok, later that day is when they found me—,"
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PC: 2010
"I've got a Caucasian male, his early forty's—delirious state," said the EMT as he came in.
Chris ran up to him and saw Frank lying there—no bruises, no cuts, just looking straight at the ceiling, "Hey Frank—can you hear me buddy?" he said as he tapped him on the shoulder, "We've been looking for you for three days now—where have you been?"
"Karen—I wouldn't have killed her if," spoke Frank, his eyes still looking straight ahead.
"Frank—what are you talking about? Frank—listen to me, what's going on. Where did you go?"
"Karen. Karen," he spoke again as Sara came running up to him.
"Frank, you're ok," she said putting her hand on his forehead and giving him a kiss.
"Karen. Karen."
"Why is he saying that?" asked Sara as she looked at Chris.
"I don't know—let's get him into a room and begin running tests. He may have been drugged."
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PC: 2020
"So were you—drugged?"
"Yeah, they said I mumbled Karen's name for a day—just kept saying that and I wouldn't have killed her if—but I never finished the sentence. The next day I woke up, remembered nothing of the past four days. There did find drugs in my system, but couldn't explain the delirium I was in—or why I couldn't remember anything that had happened—it wasn't until—well, you'll find out later on," he grinned.
"You guys are killing me with this story—I'm only here for a week you know."
"Yeah, we know—we'll make sure to get most of the story over and out of the way before then. Now do you want to hear the next part—or wait until tomorrow?"
"Better tell me the next part," he nodded as Frank went and found Imani who came and sat down next to him, "Hello," he smiled. "I hear you have a son with Jamal."
"Yes, Jeremiah—his best friend is Alex Morley," she said with a laugh. "I'm sure they are off doing something they shouldn't be," she laughed again. "So I'm supposed to tell you what part of the story exactly?"
"I'm not sure, but the others and Frank believe you can give me the latest insight," he shrugged.
"Ok, I know why now—because I was the last person to see Jack."
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PC: 2010
"What else do we have to do before getting out of here?" asked Imani as she put the chairs on the tables and looked around.
"I'm going to put this money in the safe, and do a few other things before heading out—I know Frank's going to be out of it still when he comes in tomorrow—so I'll set things up for him."
"You want me to do that?"
"No, why don't you head on home to Jamal and Jeremiah—I'll be out of here within thirty minutes."
"You're sure?" she said as she grabbed her jacket and put it on.
"I'm positive," he said as he smiled and Imani left.
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PC: 2020
"I think I got a call probably three hours later from a frantic Jasmine. She ended up going over to Rafe and Alison's to spend the night. I think what worried her the most was when she tried to see where he was exactly she couldn't—all she saw was black, but she knew he was alive still."
"I'm going to guess, but he was mumbling something when he was found, wasn't he?" he grinned.
"Yes he was," she smiled. "He just kept saying he was with the band—and that he didn't care one way or the other."
"So we've got someone—or something—out there taking people hostage, obviously grilling them about something, and then giving them a drug so they don't remember anything, except they are repeating their response to the grilling over and over?"
"Yeah, now think about how we felt—we were all on our toes back then, unsure of what was going on."
"I can imagine, and I think I have an idea what was going on already."
"Yeah, well I don't think any of us wanted to admit the truth."
"I wouldn't either," he said as he slipped out of the chair. "Tell Frank I'll see him around, I've got somewhere I need to be now."
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PC: 2020
Ian slipped into the seat and gave a nod to Frank, "So, what has ended up happening with you in the sixteen years I've been gone?"
"Well, I got married—to Sara Fairfield, remember the intern--."
"Yeah, the one that looked like Karen—is she?"
"No, she's not—Sara does have a lot of traits in her that remind me of Karen, her wanting to help every possible patient—she pushes herself too far a lot of times, but really Sara is completely different from Karen, though I think I'm sometimes the only one that can see that. What about you—what did Ireland bring you?"
Ian smiled brightly, "It brought me a lot of stuff I thought was lost for good," he said pulling out his wallet and showing Frank a picture. There was Ian—in a suit, Danny in his graduation gown, and an older woman next to Ian, and then Danny holding a girl—around the age of eight or so. Both of the females had coppery-red hair, though the little girl had brown eyes like both her brother and father, "That's my wife Maeve and daughter Claire. Maeve is a Kindergarten teacher."
"She wasn't Danny's teacher, was she?" he said looking at Ian who was biting back a smile. "Ian—I can't believe you would date and then end up marrying your son's Kindergarten teacher!"
Ian let out a very loud laugh, "Well, let me just say it wasn't love at first sight in the least—we butted heads almost the entire way through the first part of the school year."
"Sounds like you and someone else I used to know," smiled Frank.
"Yeah, well that's for sure. After dealing with her for half a year I almost came back here—figured that schools in the states had to be better than dealing with her. I'm glad I didn't now. So anyways—enough of my family and yours, I want to know about your disappearance and if this JT guy is who I think he is."
It was Frank's turn to laugh loud, "I knew that had to be what Chris and them were telling you about. Where did they get to?"
"Just told me up Alison and Livvie meeting JT—and they both got shivers."
"Ok, later that day is when they found me—,"
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PC: 2010
"I've got a Caucasian male, his early forty's—delirious state," said the EMT as he came in.
Chris ran up to him and saw Frank lying there—no bruises, no cuts, just looking straight at the ceiling, "Hey Frank—can you hear me buddy?" he said as he tapped him on the shoulder, "We've been looking for you for three days now—where have you been?"
"Karen—I wouldn't have killed her if," spoke Frank, his eyes still looking straight ahead.
"Frank—what are you talking about? Frank—listen to me, what's going on. Where did you go?"
"Karen. Karen," he spoke again as Sara came running up to him.
"Frank, you're ok," she said putting her hand on his forehead and giving him a kiss.
"Karen. Karen."
"Why is he saying that?" asked Sara as she looked at Chris.
"I don't know—let's get him into a room and begin running tests. He may have been drugged."
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PC: 2020
"So were you—drugged?"
"Yeah, they said I mumbled Karen's name for a day—just kept saying that and I wouldn't have killed her if—but I never finished the sentence. The next day I woke up, remembered nothing of the past four days. There did find drugs in my system, but couldn't explain the delirium I was in—or why I couldn't remember anything that had happened—it wasn't until—well, you'll find out later on," he grinned.
"You guys are killing me with this story—I'm only here for a week you know."
"Yeah, we know—we'll make sure to get most of the story over and out of the way before then. Now do you want to hear the next part—or wait until tomorrow?"
"Better tell me the next part," he nodded as Frank went and found Imani who came and sat down next to him, "Hello," he smiled. "I hear you have a son with Jamal."
"Yes, Jeremiah—his best friend is Alex Morley," she said with a laugh. "I'm sure they are off doing something they shouldn't be," she laughed again. "So I'm supposed to tell you what part of the story exactly?"
"I'm not sure, but the others and Frank believe you can give me the latest insight," he shrugged.
"Ok, I know why now—because I was the last person to see Jack."
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PC: 2010
"What else do we have to do before getting out of here?" asked Imani as she put the chairs on the tables and looked around.
"I'm going to put this money in the safe, and do a few other things before heading out—I know Frank's going to be out of it still when he comes in tomorrow—so I'll set things up for him."
"You want me to do that?"
"No, why don't you head on home to Jamal and Jeremiah—I'll be out of here within thirty minutes."
"You're sure?" she said as she grabbed her jacket and put it on.
"I'm positive," he said as he smiled and Imani left.
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PC: 2020
"I think I got a call probably three hours later from a frantic Jasmine. She ended up going over to Rafe and Alison's to spend the night. I think what worried her the most was when she tried to see where he was exactly she couldn't—all she saw was black, but she knew he was alive still."
"I'm going to guess, but he was mumbling something when he was found, wasn't he?" he grinned.
"Yes he was," she smiled. "He just kept saying he was with the band—and that he didn't care one way or the other."
"So we've got someone—or something—out there taking people hostage, obviously grilling them about something, and then giving them a drug so they don't remember anything, except they are repeating their response to the grilling over and over?"
"Yeah, now think about how we felt—we were all on our toes back then, unsure of what was going on."
"I can imagine, and I think I have an idea what was going on already."
"Yeah, well I don't think any of us wanted to admit the truth."
"I wouldn't either," he said as he slipped out of the chair. "Tell Frank I'll see him around, I've got somewhere I need to be now."