A/N: I have a real busy weekend so I don't know when I'll get the chance to post again. You can count on me at least every few days (if not less) unless I warn you otherwise - but didn't want to leave you hanging. :) Honestly?? Its mostly that I have to get through this section of the story (and then one more chapter with Kate and Alison) before I can move on. So - as a Memorial Day bonus - here you go. How can you not love Grant?? Gosh, Chloe's a lucky girl. LOL! ;)

Until 48! Enjoy!! xox-G

Chapter Forty-seven

"OK. Katie-girl. Let's get a look at you." Ian said as he tried to hold her still.

"She's shaking, Ian." Abby whispered.

"She sure is." He said, his voice gentle as he looked into her eyes. "Been through a lot lately haven't you sweetheart?"

Abby pulled a blanket over her niece's shoulders. Kate finally stopped babbling and sat there quietly. Now she simply looked devastated.

Ian pulled back and rubbed his hands up and down Kate's arms. "She'll be OK. It's shock mostly and also because she's exhausted. Let's move her into the room over there and I'll give her something to help her rest." He helped Kate to stand and began to lead her to the door.

He saw Grant and Chloe looking on scared to death. "She's OK." Ian promised them.

Abby walked with him into the room and they got Kate settled. "She hasn't slept has she?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"No. She hasn't." Abby replied.

Ian handed Kate a few pills and a cup of water, urging her to take them. He ran a hand over her hair as he said softly. "That's a good girl. You'll sleep now."

Kate handed the cup back to Ian and laid her head down. Her eyes closed almost immediately.

"What about you Abigail? When did you last get some sleep?" Ian asked his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine." She insisted.

"Sure you are. Want me to call that husband of yours and ask him how fine you are?"

She sighed at him. "Ian…"

"Abby." He cut her off. "Except for when you went to look after Becky, you've been here since the moment they admitted Alison. You need to take care of yourself."

"I'm OK." She said as she moved to the door.

"You look pale. Why don't you take a break too?" He said. "There's two beds here."

She shook her head at him. "I need to take Becky home."

Ian looked over at Kate, wanting to wait till she was asleep before he left her. He called out to Abby as she tried to slip out unnoticed. "Abby. Take care of yourself."

"I will." She promised him as she made her way to the door.

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Now that things had calmed down a bit, Chloe stood by the vending machine wondering what to get. She was thirsty and thought Grant might be too.

Despite all the problems swirling around them at the moment just thinking of him made her smile and become completely distracted. As she went to put in some change she dropped her purse, causing her wallet to skid across the floor.

Chloe crouched down to retrieve it, but before she could someone else did. She stood slowly staring at the dark, dangerous looking man standing across from her.

"Chloe Ramsey. Let's see. You could belong to Chris or to Jack." Caleb said as flipped her wallet open. He stared at her driver's license and then into her pretty green eyes. "I'm going with…Jack. Last I heard Chris was with my ex-wife and I can tell from the looks of you she's not your mother."

Fear snaked up Chloe's spine as he spoke to her. She suddenly felt incredibly uneasy. She looked around frantically for Grant. She knew that if she was gone much longer he'd come to look for her.

"Guess your father finally gave up on brunettes and picked a redhead." Caleb commented as he leaned in and gently picked up one of Chloe's curls, letting it run through his fingers.

Pretty girl, he thought to himself. Maybe she would be the one to convince Colin to see the light. He ran a finger down the column of her throat.

Chloe's eyes grew wide with shock as she shrank away from his touch. She retreated until her back hit the machine causing it to rock back and forth a bit.

"Don't talk much do you, Chloe?" Caleb said with a wicked grin as he ran his hand over the leather of her wallet. "Leaving you speechless, huh? I'm not surprised. I tend to have that affect on women – no matter what their age."

Just then, Grant walked up behind him. His senses were heightened and his pulse was racing. Every inch of him was preparing to fight. "Clo?" He said softly. "You OK?"

She still was too scared to speak. She glanced at him and nodded. Caleb slowly tore his eyes from Chloe's and turned to face the young man behind him. "Oh will you look at this? If it isn't Slayer Junior."

Grant snatched Chloe's wallet from Caleb's grasp. He handed it to her and held onto her hand for a second. "Go to the waiting room." He said his voice deadly serious.

"Grant?" She finally was able to whisper.

"Go." He said again as he gave her a quick kiss. "I'll be there in a minute."

As he watched her go he looked into Caleb's eyes. Caleb began to laugh at him. "A minute - huh? You share your father's delusions I see. Think all it will take is a minute to deal with me?" Caleb sighed. "Guess again, Junior."

Grant wasn't in the mood to play games. "Save it, Caleb. I'm not planning on dealing with you at all."

"Good." He said with a nod. "Makes my job easy."

Grant wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of thinking he scared him. "You can try to turn this town upside down again. I know how it is. Every once in a while the rest of the world gets too tough for you and you have to come back here where you feel safe. You can stop wasting your time." Grant stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He squinted his eyes and said softly. "No one here's biting."

"Poor kid. You look a lot like your father." Caleb continued to taunt him. "Where is the old man by the way? You know – that's a figure of speech but I bet you he actually looks old too." He tilted his head and smirked. "That's something that fortunately I'll never have to deal with."

"He's with my mom." Grant said softly.

Caleb started to pace casually back and forth. "Oh. That's right. He knocked her up again and then seems she knocked herself down. Poor sweet Alison. Living with your father has proven to be quite dangerous."

"Are you through?" Grant asked him then, appearing bored with it all.

"Am I through?" Caleb asked. "With the likes of you? No. Not nearly."

Grant moved quickly and took Caleb completely by surprise. He held onto his throat and banged him against the vending machine. "Guess what? I am. I'm through with you. Take your fangs and your sick plans and go find somewhere else to play." His hand tightened around Caleb's neck as he leaned close and whispered. "Because as far as we're concerned? Game's over - vampire."