A/N: Well, I'm finally back, no more playing Hurricane PCGirl—YAY! LOL.
So here it is, the possibly long awaited next chapter of Homecoming. Enjoy
ya'll! Until next time—PCGirl.
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PC: 2020
"I promise I'll be there in less than an hour, Ramsey," said Ian as he leaned against the brick wall and looked at the sky turning dark as night came.
"What can't wait until morning?"
Ian laughed, "This is entirely your fault. I asked a simple question about what is going on and you have me playing round robin for three days now. Let me just talk to Jamal real quick, and then I'll be over there—I promise."
It was Chris' turn to laugh now, "Fine, but make it quick. Hey—is Daniel coming? Leslie is over at Lizzie's for the night, so I can tell you that if you want."
"Yes, Danny is coming—and I want to hear about Elizabeth also," he grinned as he hung up the phone and walked into the bike shop. "Jamal."
"Hey," he grinned looking up from the bike he was just wiping off with a towel. "I know why you are here, and I'm all ready to tell you the story," he laughed.
"Anxious, huh?"
"Nah. Just something different. We don't tell this story to many, and though I'd rather forget it—it's fun to tell it to someone new, and see what they think of everything.
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PC: 2010
"How are you feeling?" asked Rafe as he came into the living room and saw Jamal lying down on the couch a wash cloth on his head.
"I've got a headache—for some reason Ali thinks this going to help me," he laughed looking at her and throwing the wash cloth at her.
"I was just trying to help," she grumbled as she put it in the sink.
"Thanks," he said as the door opened again and Imani came in. "Are you ok?" she said as she kneeled next to him and put her hands on his face.
"I'm fine, a little groggy, but fine," he said taking her hands and holding them together, inside of his.
"So can you tell us anything?" asked Rafe, his arms crossed in front of him.
"You never did waste time getting to the point of a visit," he smiled. "The earliest thing I remember is being in the bike shop, and I heard Alison call my name. He definitely wasn't expecting either of you two show up at that moment. So I turned around to call to you and he hit me over the head with something."
"That was the noise we heard," he said looking back to Alison. "Where were you when you woke up? Describe it for me."
"It was a dungeon, small window near the top. But I never saw the guy—he had an intercom set up, and he would ask me for hours about Joshua. Told me stories about his childhood—and this great man he has created in his mind as to who Joshua Temple really was. Kept asking me if I thought a man like that deserved to die. I told him that the man he described and the man I knew weren't the same. He asked how, but I wouldn't say—then I finally broke down and said he had drugged Alison, tried to marry her and make her his slave-bride."
"Did you say anything about vampires?"
"No, why?"
"We're planning on bringing that to his attention later," smiled Alison who got a laugh out of Jamal.
"So, anyways—I had been there, I guess two days and I feel someone shoot something into my neck. Knowing what happened with the others I figured I would wake up to find myself in the hospital with no memories of the past two days, but instead was at the edge of the park near the cemetery remembering everything."
"That's odd," said Alison as she got stuff out for dinner.
"I was walking around and saw Livvie, but she was at Amelia's grave so I didn't want to bother her."
Rafe gave out a chuckle, "She thought she was being stalked—I caught up with her later. So then you came here?"
"Yeah, I figured it was the best bet—and closest really, when you think about it."
The phone rang and Alison answered it, "Hello? Yeah, hold on a second Jack," she said passing the phone to him.
"What's up?" asked Rafe.
"It's Jasmine. Rafe, she knows Caleb is missing, and she's packing up her bags right now—she's leaving tonight. Can you come over and help me try and get her to stay?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit—don't let her leave that house, and don't tell her I'm coming either.."
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"Where is she?" asked Rafe quietly as he came into the house and saw Jack standing there holding Leslie.
"She's in the kitchen. I can't believe she's going to do this—leave me and Leslie just like this. There's got to be something you can say to her Rafe."
"I'll try my best," he said as he gave a grin to Leslie and went to the kitchen, "Hey Jazz—what's for dinner?" he smiled his hardest.
"Rafe. What are you doing here?" she sighed as she turned to look at him. It was obvious she'd been crying again.
"I came by for dinner, so what are you doing?"
"I'm making a list of things Jack needs to know. He thinks he knows Leslie's schedule, but I just would feel better, you know?"
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"Because I have to, because it's my destiny to be alone in this world. Just me and my sisters—it's always been that way and it will be from now on. Having a life, and friends and family was nice, but the fun is over and it's back to work," she sighed rubbing her forehead.
"You can't be serious."
"I am!" she shouted at him. "This isn't the life I was meant to live Rafe. You and Caleb—you two are able to have your powers and lives, I'm not."
"You not being able to see Caleb, or the others—it has nothing to do with a slack in your powers."
"Are you sure? I mean can you scientifically prove that, Rafe Kovich?" she said as he stayed silent. "NO, I didn't think you could."
"Give me a few days—please?"
"I'm sorry Rafe—I don't think I can give you a few more hours."
"Then are you going to say goodbye to the girls—to Alison, Imani, and Livvie? They are going to be upset if you don't. And Livvie—she's not going to be able to understand how you can walk away from your child."
"I have to walk away from Leslie, I have no other choice. As for Alison, tell her I said goodbye," she said giving Rafe a kiss on the cheek and leaving the room.
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"Rafe, you're back," smiled Alison as she heard the front door open and saw him come in with Leslie. "Hey sweetie," she said taking her from his arms. "What's going on?"
"I couldn't stop her," he sighed. "Do you know how it felt to watch her just walk out that door like that? To know there was nothing I could do—other than brute force—to keep her in this town. I've never failed more miserably at trying to do something than what happened tonight," he sighed.
"Rafe, you tried your hardest, and when everything is said and done we'll get Jasmine back, ok? Where is Jack?" she asked softly as she rubbed Leslie's back.
"He's at his house—Jamal was on his way over to try and talk to him. It's not going to be easy—you know how Jack is, he's either ready to go chasing after them or curse their name until his last breath."
"Which was he doing when you left?"
"Neither. He was just sitting there rocking Leslie back and forth. I tried to talk to him—but he just kept talking to Leslie and ignoring me. I finally offered to watch Leslie for the night—give him some time to think out the next step—he handed her right over and went to the kitchen for a beer."
"That's Jack. So what is the next step?"
"Livvie is moving in—just until Caleb comes back, or we find him."
"What do you mean find him—are you saying he could be dead by the time we reach him?"
"JT is getting antsy—he messed up with Jamal, and slipped with leaving the journal at Kevin's. But do I think Caleb will be dead? No, Caleb will never die—fangs or no fangs," he grinned.
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"Hey man, you in?" called Jamal.
"What's up, brother?" smiled a tipsy Jack as he came around the corner with a beer in his hand.
"Geez man—how many of those things have you had since Rafe left?"
"Oh, just—five," he said holding up a hand in front of his face and then putting it in front of Jamal's.
"Stop that," he said swatting away Jack's hand. "So this is number six, huh?"
"Yeah—one for each year I had Jasmine. I should have done that when Livvie and I broke up, but wait—the number of times we broke up was larger than the years we dated—of course if you add in Tess, then you get--," he drifted off trying to count on his fingers with no luck.
"Hey, come back to me," said Jamal as he snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened—ok? But we'll find her again—and I know when this is all said and done she'll come back here to stay."
"Finding her is a good idea man," he said as he got up and went to put on a jacket. "I'm going find her right now and tell her that I'm the man of the house, and that I'm not letting her leave me alone—because without her I'm more alone in my life than I think I've ever been. I mean yeah, I have Leslie, but Jasmine—she knew me, understood me, and loved me through all my faults. How could I have let her walk out that door earlier?"
"You were in shock—it's ok. Let's just get JT out of the way first, then we'll find Jasmine, ok?"
"No, screw Rafe, Caleb, and JT—I need my wife, and I need her now," he said as he went to the door and tried to open it, but instead just put his head against it and began to sob.
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PC: 2020
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PC: 2020
"I promise I'll be there in less than an hour, Ramsey," said Ian as he leaned against the brick wall and looked at the sky turning dark as night came.
"What can't wait until morning?"
Ian laughed, "This is entirely your fault. I asked a simple question about what is going on and you have me playing round robin for three days now. Let me just talk to Jamal real quick, and then I'll be over there—I promise."
It was Chris' turn to laugh now, "Fine, but make it quick. Hey—is Daniel coming? Leslie is over at Lizzie's for the night, so I can tell you that if you want."
"Yes, Danny is coming—and I want to hear about Elizabeth also," he grinned as he hung up the phone and walked into the bike shop. "Jamal."
"Hey," he grinned looking up from the bike he was just wiping off with a towel. "I know why you are here, and I'm all ready to tell you the story," he laughed.
"Anxious, huh?"
"Nah. Just something different. We don't tell this story to many, and though I'd rather forget it—it's fun to tell it to someone new, and see what they think of everything.
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PC: 2010
"How are you feeling?" asked Rafe as he came into the living room and saw Jamal lying down on the couch a wash cloth on his head.
"I've got a headache—for some reason Ali thinks this going to help me," he laughed looking at her and throwing the wash cloth at her.
"I was just trying to help," she grumbled as she put it in the sink.
"Thanks," he said as the door opened again and Imani came in. "Are you ok?" she said as she kneeled next to him and put her hands on his face.
"I'm fine, a little groggy, but fine," he said taking her hands and holding them together, inside of his.
"So can you tell us anything?" asked Rafe, his arms crossed in front of him.
"You never did waste time getting to the point of a visit," he smiled. "The earliest thing I remember is being in the bike shop, and I heard Alison call my name. He definitely wasn't expecting either of you two show up at that moment. So I turned around to call to you and he hit me over the head with something."
"That was the noise we heard," he said looking back to Alison. "Where were you when you woke up? Describe it for me."
"It was a dungeon, small window near the top. But I never saw the guy—he had an intercom set up, and he would ask me for hours about Joshua. Told me stories about his childhood—and this great man he has created in his mind as to who Joshua Temple really was. Kept asking me if I thought a man like that deserved to die. I told him that the man he described and the man I knew weren't the same. He asked how, but I wouldn't say—then I finally broke down and said he had drugged Alison, tried to marry her and make her his slave-bride."
"Did you say anything about vampires?"
"No, why?"
"We're planning on bringing that to his attention later," smiled Alison who got a laugh out of Jamal.
"So, anyways—I had been there, I guess two days and I feel someone shoot something into my neck. Knowing what happened with the others I figured I would wake up to find myself in the hospital with no memories of the past two days, but instead was at the edge of the park near the cemetery remembering everything."
"That's odd," said Alison as she got stuff out for dinner.
"I was walking around and saw Livvie, but she was at Amelia's grave so I didn't want to bother her."
Rafe gave out a chuckle, "She thought she was being stalked—I caught up with her later. So then you came here?"
"Yeah, I figured it was the best bet—and closest really, when you think about it."
The phone rang and Alison answered it, "Hello? Yeah, hold on a second Jack," she said passing the phone to him.
"What's up?" asked Rafe.
"It's Jasmine. Rafe, she knows Caleb is missing, and she's packing up her bags right now—she's leaving tonight. Can you come over and help me try and get her to stay?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit—don't let her leave that house, and don't tell her I'm coming either.."
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"Where is she?" asked Rafe quietly as he came into the house and saw Jack standing there holding Leslie.
"She's in the kitchen. I can't believe she's going to do this—leave me and Leslie just like this. There's got to be something you can say to her Rafe."
"I'll try my best," he said as he gave a grin to Leslie and went to the kitchen, "Hey Jazz—what's for dinner?" he smiled his hardest.
"Rafe. What are you doing here?" she sighed as she turned to look at him. It was obvious she'd been crying again.
"I came by for dinner, so what are you doing?"
"I'm making a list of things Jack needs to know. He thinks he knows Leslie's schedule, but I just would feel better, you know?"
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"Because I have to, because it's my destiny to be alone in this world. Just me and my sisters—it's always been that way and it will be from now on. Having a life, and friends and family was nice, but the fun is over and it's back to work," she sighed rubbing her forehead.
"You can't be serious."
"I am!" she shouted at him. "This isn't the life I was meant to live Rafe. You and Caleb—you two are able to have your powers and lives, I'm not."
"You not being able to see Caleb, or the others—it has nothing to do with a slack in your powers."
"Are you sure? I mean can you scientifically prove that, Rafe Kovich?" she said as he stayed silent. "NO, I didn't think you could."
"Give me a few days—please?"
"I'm sorry Rafe—I don't think I can give you a few more hours."
"Then are you going to say goodbye to the girls—to Alison, Imani, and Livvie? They are going to be upset if you don't. And Livvie—she's not going to be able to understand how you can walk away from your child."
"I have to walk away from Leslie, I have no other choice. As for Alison, tell her I said goodbye," she said giving Rafe a kiss on the cheek and leaving the room.
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"Rafe, you're back," smiled Alison as she heard the front door open and saw him come in with Leslie. "Hey sweetie," she said taking her from his arms. "What's going on?"
"I couldn't stop her," he sighed. "Do you know how it felt to watch her just walk out that door like that? To know there was nothing I could do—other than brute force—to keep her in this town. I've never failed more miserably at trying to do something than what happened tonight," he sighed.
"Rafe, you tried your hardest, and when everything is said and done we'll get Jasmine back, ok? Where is Jack?" she asked softly as she rubbed Leslie's back.
"He's at his house—Jamal was on his way over to try and talk to him. It's not going to be easy—you know how Jack is, he's either ready to go chasing after them or curse their name until his last breath."
"Which was he doing when you left?"
"Neither. He was just sitting there rocking Leslie back and forth. I tried to talk to him—but he just kept talking to Leslie and ignoring me. I finally offered to watch Leslie for the night—give him some time to think out the next step—he handed her right over and went to the kitchen for a beer."
"That's Jack. So what is the next step?"
"Livvie is moving in—just until Caleb comes back, or we find him."
"What do you mean find him—are you saying he could be dead by the time we reach him?"
"JT is getting antsy—he messed up with Jamal, and slipped with leaving the journal at Kevin's. But do I think Caleb will be dead? No, Caleb will never die—fangs or no fangs," he grinned.
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"Hey man, you in?" called Jamal.
"What's up, brother?" smiled a tipsy Jack as he came around the corner with a beer in his hand.
"Geez man—how many of those things have you had since Rafe left?"
"Oh, just—five," he said holding up a hand in front of his face and then putting it in front of Jamal's.
"Stop that," he said swatting away Jack's hand. "So this is number six, huh?"
"Yeah—one for each year I had Jasmine. I should have done that when Livvie and I broke up, but wait—the number of times we broke up was larger than the years we dated—of course if you add in Tess, then you get--," he drifted off trying to count on his fingers with no luck.
"Hey, come back to me," said Jamal as he snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened—ok? But we'll find her again—and I know when this is all said and done she'll come back here to stay."
"Finding her is a good idea man," he said as he got up and went to put on a jacket. "I'm going find her right now and tell her that I'm the man of the house, and that I'm not letting her leave me alone—because without her I'm more alone in my life than I think I've ever been. I mean yeah, I have Leslie, but Jasmine—she knew me, understood me, and loved me through all my faults. How could I have let her walk out that door earlier?"
"You were in shock—it's ok. Let's just get JT out of the way first, then we'll find Jasmine, ok?"
"No, screw Rafe, Caleb, and JT—I need my wife, and I need her now," he said as he went to the door and tried to open it, but instead just put his head against it and began to sob.
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PC: 2020