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Serendipity
CHAPTER SIX
David sat at his desk. The recorder was sitting in front of him. He hadn't listened to it yet. For some reason, he knew that if he did he would want to go and beat the crap out of that guy. Kendall hadn't said much about it, just that it was obvious something was going on. She said it wasn't what he said as much as how he said. As if it was a rehearsed story... no feelings, not real ones, and so cut and dry... no real details. But, she wouldn't tell him more because she wanted to hear his perspective... one not highly emotional, or irritated by the little weasel.
Taking a deep breath he reached for his scotch, took a deep swallow, and hit the play button.
Grabbing a pen and pad he prepared to take some notes. Listening to the voices in the silence of his home he tried to be objective... to really listen.
911 call... If Kramer got the call how come no one in the search and rescue party did... how come Joe Martin didn't notify us?
Helicopter malfunction... What caused it?
Incubator was thrown... Why wasn't it secure... how did it fly out of the helicopter?
Three very important questions... David tried to recall how the scene had looked when he got there... Babe was on one side and Bianca was on the other... Bess had been in the incubator in the middle... a branch had been on top... the baby unharmed... laying safe...
David looked up and bit on his pen... how had it landed so perfect... had the Kramer moved it to check the baby? Why was the branch still on it... why not move it away from the baby?
He had obviously moved the girls and covered them... something wasn't adding up...
He now had Kramer's story to Kendall, but what had he told everyone else... Chandler/ Adam, brunette/Bianca's friend... obviously Lena... or Maggie Babe's mom... Krystal had questioned him... why? Plain concern...
Well, at least he knew where to start... He could see why Kendall had felt so nauseated... after telling Kendall about the last hour of her niece's life the bastard had actually hit on her... she was right... what a weasel... Shutting of the recorder David drank down the last of his scotch... He knew it was late, but for some reason he wanted to talk to Kendall... to tell her what he thought about the tape... to tell her she was right something was going on here... to make her smile...
Grabbing his keys he set off for the cottage... maybe he could wake her up again...
Kendall got out of bed and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. She should be exhausted after the day she had, but sleep was too far away.
She walked past Bianca's door and was stopped by the sound of crying... Bianca... She caught herself about to knock... but couldn't. Her sister had earned the right to cry... to have some moments of grief all to herself...
Walking into the kitchen she bypassed the water and reached for the bottle of wine David had brought the other day. Grabbing the opener she opened it and grabbed a glass, opening the back door she stepped on to the deck and curled up in the lounge chair.
Good wine... she thought as she took a sip... David had good taste. David had good taste... he wasn't interested in her... get over yourself Kendall she thought as she drank some more. Leaning back she stared up at the stars. How she wished sometimes she could just disappear... to lose herself and go somewhere anywhere that didn't have these memories... this history...
But, then she wouldn't change the last few months she had shared with Bianca for anything... God may not have given her Ryan... by he has sure blessed her with a wonderful sister to love...
"Penny for your thoughts..." David was going to try and throw rocks at Kendall's window, but after this morning he knew she would probably never wake up. So he had walked around the house on the off chance that the back door was unlocked or that he could knock on the door and he could wake Kendall up without waking Bianca up. Of course, Bianca would probably read romance into it... Oh hell! Maybe they all need some romance these days...
"David! You scared the shit out of me! What in the hell are you doing here?"
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" David was amazed that this woman sitting in front of him was the same woman who lied to and manipulated most of Pine Valley.
"Are you drunk?" Kendall laughed... what was he trying to do?
"No... but if you feel like sharing that glass... we might could work on that..." David laughed... this feel good. It felt good to joke around with someone who had no motives... no one to try and make jealous...
"Well, my friend, pull up a chair... did you listen to the tape?" What a mood killer she thought... but she needed to know.
"Yeah... I did. I think I know where we go from here... you know... your instincts were right... he is a weasel... and yeah he's lying about something..."
"Oh God! David... I thought... a million things... I thought maybe I was crazy... maybe I just wanted to see a conspiracy... something... anything so I could blame someone..."
Neither one realized that they had leaned forward until their lips touched. The connection was magic. Maybe it was the stars... the wine, who knew...but it felt good.
Pulling apart David gathered Kendall in his arms and leaned back in the chair. Both knew that if they talked that the moment would end and for some reason they didn't want to analyze they needed this... whatever it was.
Bianca wiped the tears from her eyes, rolling over she sat up and got out of bed to walk over to her closet. Inside just on the top shelf, she pulled down a box and opened it up. Pulling a stack of pictures out she looked down. Miranda... Bess... would her heart ever feel whole again. Putting the pictures back she glanced at the clock.
Grabbing her phone she dialed and held her breath, "Lena... it's me. I guess you're busy... I just wanted to say I love you and miss you so much! Call me when you can..."
Hanging up she dialed another number. Her mother's voice mail picked up and she held her breath... she wouldn't leave a message... she never did...
Walking out of her room she went into the kitchen. Hearing voices she peeked out the window... who was Kendall talking to? Was that David... Seeing them kiss and embrace brought a smile to Bianca's face... maybe there was a chance for them all after all.
Determined she walked back into her bedroom and picked up the phone.
"Uncle Jack? No... no I am fine... I promise... Kendall's fine... We are BOTH fine... I couldn't sleep... quit worrying ok... I was thinking and I have decided on something... you said Aidan was in Las Vegas and that he had a lead on mom... well... I think it's time you went out there a got her. I know... Uncle Jack... we need her and she needs us... Either you go get her... or I go alone... Tomorrow! No... this can't wait. I'll come over tomorrow after I have arranged your flight. I know you're an adult... please... go and bring my mother back to us...ok... we'll talk in the morning... goodnight."
With every act of standing up and taking control of something... someone... she felt a tiny bit stronger...
Once her mom was home she would find away to lose the anger, the sorrow... and maybe then she would find a way to sleep through the night without the tears...
CHAPTER SIX
David sat at his desk. The recorder was sitting in front of him. He hadn't listened to it yet. For some reason, he knew that if he did he would want to go and beat the crap out of that guy. Kendall hadn't said much about it, just that it was obvious something was going on. She said it wasn't what he said as much as how he said. As if it was a rehearsed story... no feelings, not real ones, and so cut and dry... no real details. But, she wouldn't tell him more because she wanted to hear his perspective... one not highly emotional, or irritated by the little weasel.
Taking a deep breath he reached for his scotch, took a deep swallow, and hit the play button.
Grabbing a pen and pad he prepared to take some notes. Listening to the voices in the silence of his home he tried to be objective... to really listen.
911 call... If Kramer got the call how come no one in the search and rescue party did... how come Joe Martin didn't notify us?
Helicopter malfunction... What caused it?
Incubator was thrown... Why wasn't it secure... how did it fly out of the helicopter?
Three very important questions... David tried to recall how the scene had looked when he got there... Babe was on one side and Bianca was on the other... Bess had been in the incubator in the middle... a branch had been on top... the baby unharmed... laying safe...
David looked up and bit on his pen... how had it landed so perfect... had the Kramer moved it to check the baby? Why was the branch still on it... why not move it away from the baby?
He had obviously moved the girls and covered them... something wasn't adding up...
He now had Kramer's story to Kendall, but what had he told everyone else... Chandler/ Adam, brunette/Bianca's friend... obviously Lena... or Maggie Babe's mom... Krystal had questioned him... why? Plain concern...
Well, at least he knew where to start... He could see why Kendall had felt so nauseated... after telling Kendall about the last hour of her niece's life the bastard had actually hit on her... she was right... what a weasel... Shutting of the recorder David drank down the last of his scotch... He knew it was late, but for some reason he wanted to talk to Kendall... to tell her what he thought about the tape... to tell her she was right something was going on here... to make her smile...
Grabbing his keys he set off for the cottage... maybe he could wake her up again...
Kendall got out of bed and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. She should be exhausted after the day she had, but sleep was too far away.
She walked past Bianca's door and was stopped by the sound of crying... Bianca... She caught herself about to knock... but couldn't. Her sister had earned the right to cry... to have some moments of grief all to herself...
Walking into the kitchen she bypassed the water and reached for the bottle of wine David had brought the other day. Grabbing the opener she opened it and grabbed a glass, opening the back door she stepped on to the deck and curled up in the lounge chair.
Good wine... she thought as she took a sip... David had good taste. David had good taste... he wasn't interested in her... get over yourself Kendall she thought as she drank some more. Leaning back she stared up at the stars. How she wished sometimes she could just disappear... to lose herself and go somewhere anywhere that didn't have these memories... this history...
But, then she wouldn't change the last few months she had shared with Bianca for anything... God may not have given her Ryan... by he has sure blessed her with a wonderful sister to love...
"Penny for your thoughts..." David was going to try and throw rocks at Kendall's window, but after this morning he knew she would probably never wake up. So he had walked around the house on the off chance that the back door was unlocked or that he could knock on the door and he could wake Kendall up without waking Bianca up. Of course, Bianca would probably read romance into it... Oh hell! Maybe they all need some romance these days...
"David! You scared the shit out of me! What in the hell are you doing here?"
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" David was amazed that this woman sitting in front of him was the same woman who lied to and manipulated most of Pine Valley.
"Are you drunk?" Kendall laughed... what was he trying to do?
"No... but if you feel like sharing that glass... we might could work on that..." David laughed... this feel good. It felt good to joke around with someone who had no motives... no one to try and make jealous...
"Well, my friend, pull up a chair... did you listen to the tape?" What a mood killer she thought... but she needed to know.
"Yeah... I did. I think I know where we go from here... you know... your instincts were right... he is a weasel... and yeah he's lying about something..."
"Oh God! David... I thought... a million things... I thought maybe I was crazy... maybe I just wanted to see a conspiracy... something... anything so I could blame someone..."
Neither one realized that they had leaned forward until their lips touched. The connection was magic. Maybe it was the stars... the wine, who knew...but it felt good.
Pulling apart David gathered Kendall in his arms and leaned back in the chair. Both knew that if they talked that the moment would end and for some reason they didn't want to analyze they needed this... whatever it was.
Bianca wiped the tears from her eyes, rolling over she sat up and got out of bed to walk over to her closet. Inside just on the top shelf, she pulled down a box and opened it up. Pulling a stack of pictures out she looked down. Miranda... Bess... would her heart ever feel whole again. Putting the pictures back she glanced at the clock.
Grabbing her phone she dialed and held her breath, "Lena... it's me. I guess you're busy... I just wanted to say I love you and miss you so much! Call me when you can..."
Hanging up she dialed another number. Her mother's voice mail picked up and she held her breath... she wouldn't leave a message... she never did...
Walking out of her room she went into the kitchen. Hearing voices she peeked out the window... who was Kendall talking to? Was that David... Seeing them kiss and embrace brought a smile to Bianca's face... maybe there was a chance for them all after all.
Determined she walked back into her bedroom and picked up the phone.
"Uncle Jack? No... no I am fine... I promise... Kendall's fine... We are BOTH fine... I couldn't sleep... quit worrying ok... I was thinking and I have decided on something... you said Aidan was in Las Vegas and that he had a lead on mom... well... I think it's time you went out there a got her. I know... Uncle Jack... we need her and she needs us... Either you go get her... or I go alone... Tomorrow! No... this can't wait. I'll come over tomorrow after I have arranged your flight. I know you're an adult... please... go and bring my mother back to us...ok... we'll talk in the morning... goodnight."
With every act of standing up and taking control of something... someone... she felt a tiny bit stronger...
Once her mom was home she would find away to lose the anger, the sorrow... and maybe then she would find a way to sleep through the night without the tears...