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Lance saw Jen and Wes fighting…how will he react to this? And will Frax be caught soon?

cmar- We're going to see more of Frax's insanity within the next few chapters…bare with me!

The chapters will get longer…I know their short…but its information leading up to an event…

Enjoy ch 9!

Steph

Star Light, Star Bright

Lance watched painfully as his mother and Wes fought. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop yelling! I'm sick of it!" Lance said above them as his eyes flooded with tears. Jen's head shot left and she watched Lance look at her, then ran up the stairs and she heard a door slam. Jen looked at Wes.

"We'll finish this later." She said calmly and walked up to Lance's room.

When she arrived, Lance was heard quietly sobbing through the door. "Lance, can I come in?" Jen called. No answer. "Sweetie?"

"I don't care." His muffled voice came through the door. Jen slowly opened the door to see Lance sitting on his bed, and his face in his pillow sobbing lightly. He lifted his head and looked at her, eyes red.

Jen sat down on the side of his bed and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, Lance." Jen said slowly. Lance didn't respond. "You have to believe me, I didn't mean the things to said to Wes." Still no response from Lance. "What's wrong?"

"Besides the obvious?" Lance asked smartly. Jen didn't respond.

"I deserved that." She admitted. Lance looked at her.

Lance sniffed heavily. He looked in his mother's eyes and saw sorrow. Lance knew she didn't mean what she said to Wes. It was out of anger. But something else was on his mind.

"It was stupid of the two of you to be fighting." Lance said quietly. "You two love each other and you still fought. You once told me that when you're in love, there's no reason to fight. But seeing you and Wes, I don't know what to think anymore."

Jen sighed heavily. "There's going to be a lot of things you won't understand, Lance. Not for a long time, at least. But love will be the most confusing. Love is…" Jen cut off trying to find the right word. "complicated." She said. "when I first met Wes I had no idea what to think. I was young and…"

"Stupid?" Lance suggested. Jen laughed slightly.

"Yes, stupid would be a good word to use." Jen said. Lance smiled. "Come here, kiddo." Jen held her arms wide open to Lance who graciously accepted his mother's hug.

"Mom?" Lance asked. "Do you still love Wes?" Jen didn't respond. Lance looked at her. "Please say yes, Mom. You two need each other and depend on each other."

"I don't know what to think anymore, Lance. I really don't." Jen said. Lance bowed his head. Jen looked at the clock, which read 9:36PM. "Get to sleep, Lance. You need your energy for tomorrow." Lance changed into his pajamas and lay down in his bed. Jen tucked the comforter around him, since to was going to be chilly tonight. Jen kissed her son goodnight and went downstairs to watch some TV.

Later

Lance couldn't sleep. He got up and looked out his window, to see a little lonely star in the sky. He looked out the window as the star shown over him.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish that I wish tonight." Lance completed the poem. "Please let my mom and Wes get back together. I know they love each other. I know that you can't grant everyone's wishes, but this is all I ask for. Please get them to love each other again. I know they do."

Lance watched the little star for a while, it's light dimmed for a brief moment, then glowed again.

Wes's room

Down the hall, Wes lay down on his bed and re-played his fight with Jen ten times over in his head. He knew she didn't mean the things she said, and even a deaf man could tell Jen wanted revenge on Frax. He had no doubt in his mind about that. But the most heart-wrenching experience Wes had to go through was seeing Lance come in and see Jen and Wes yelling at one another. It brought back to many memories of his parents fighting. They fought every night, about petty things. It was anything from a painting not being hung right on the wall to the divorce his parents wanted.

But if anything, they fought over Wes. His mother wanted him to become a doctor, like she was. His dad wanted him to become a businessman, like himself.

One night, however, all of his dreams and hopes were lost. His parents got into a major fight over something. His dad said some things and Wes's mom left. She did that a lot, but was usually back by morning. But that night was different.

His mother said she was never coming back, like she normally did. That night, she never did come back. His father had received a call about his wife being in a car accident. She was killed on impact. His father was forever beating himself for that.

When Wes heard the news, he made himself a promise. His promise was to find a woman he loved, have a few kids and never yell or argue with his wife. Wes didn't want to get a call saying that his wife had been killed in an accident. Wes didn't want to relive that tragic night.

But it was 20 years since she died on this night. A few hours ago, Jen and himself fought, only to have Lance intervene. It was gut wrenching for Wes to see that. But now Wes had a son. He had a woman he loved and would do anything to see her as his wife. He loved Lance and wanted to see him grow up into a proud young man and choose his own future.

But Wes had shattered any chance of getting back with Jen after yelling at each other. He loved Jen beyond all time, and seeing Lance standing there, a tear-stricken face, Wes knew he broke his promise.

"Mom, why did you have to leave me?" Wes asked. "I could use some advice right now." He sighed heavily. From downstairs the sound of a TV being turned on was heard, and Wes instantly knew it was Jen. "It's now or never."

Wes got up and went downstairs, hoping to make amends with Jen.

Downstairs

Wes walked down the stairs slowly and took a breath. He saw Jen downstairs in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. Her hair was down for a change and was gently spread over her shoulders. But as quickly as he saw it down, she put it up again and a loose ponytail. Jen began to rub her right shoulder and shifted her head down to her left shoulder. He watched her get up and walk into the kitchen where she took a washcloth and began to put some warm water on it. Wes took a breath again and watched her.

Jen stood at the sink, letting the warm washcloth rest on her shoulder. The warm water descended down her arm to her elbow and dripped back into the sink. From fighting Frax all those hours ago, she had developed a rather painful cramp in her shoulder and was desperately trying to relieve it. "You'd think I'd be smart enough to remember a heat pack." Jen muttered to herself as she let out a groan when she rolled her shoulder over, but was stopped when the pain shot through her lower back as well. "Great. That's all I needed." Jen mumbled. Jen re-heated the cloth and sat down on the couch yet again.

Jen bent her chin down to her chest and slowly brought her head to rest against the couch cushion. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, but her cramp didn't get any better.

"Doing that strains the muscle even more." Wes's voice reached Jen's ears as she turned around and saw him step out of the shadows.

"How long have you been there?" Jen asked dangerously.

"Long enough to realize you're hurt." Wes said. "If you'll let me, I'll help."

"What makes you an expert in pain relief?" Jen asked. Her mood softened slightly.

Instead of answering, Wes took her hand and led her up to his bedroom.

"Just relax. I'll be back in a second." Wes said. He went into his bathroom and opened up a cabinet.

Jen looked around the room. It wasn't too long ago that they slept in that same bed. It was last night actually. But it seemed different at that point. Jen was still mad at him for arguing with her, even though she knew she had said some inappropriate things as well. But if Wes could help relieve her knot in her shoulder and now aching lower back, she was willing to let him.

Wes immerged with a tube of Icy Hot cream.

"It'll help relax your muscle, Jen. You just need to rub it in." Wes said. Jen gave him an uneven look.

"All right." Jen said. Wes directed her to sit down on the edge of his bed. Wes got up behind her and knelt behind her, his knees brushed her lower back.

"It'll be cold, then it'll get hot." He said. Jen merely nodded. Wes put the cream on his hands and gently placed his hand on her lower back, but he felt her tense at the tip of his fingers. "Just relax, Jen. All you need to do is relax." Wes whispered in her ear. Jen closed her eyes and let Wes rub the cream into her back.

As Wes rubbed in the cream, Jen felt it go cold. A few minutes later it warmed up and was a soothing heat. Wes heard her let out a relieved breath. "Feeling better?" Wes said. His head was close to her neck to the point where she felt his breath.

"Yea." Jen's voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyes still closed. Wes's hands massaged her back as he felt Jen's uneasiness leave. She relaxed in his arms, as Wes sat down behind her. Jen felt his leg brush against her but disregarded it. The pain in her back soon subsided, leaving her shoulder as the only other option.

Wes put more cream in his hand and nonchalantly removed the right strap from her shoulder. He waited for Jen to protest, but she didn't. Her eyes still closed, but her face was relaxed. Wes watched her, as she relaxed into his touch. Wes wanted so much to kiss her and to say how much he loved her.

As the cream went cold, and Wes's hands massaged her shoulder. Jen felt overwhelmed by his touch. It was strong, yet so gentle against her. His soft hands worked magic to soothe her muscle. Jen let her head fall back and rested it on his shoulder. The cream went warm and her muscle soothed.

But Jen didn't want Wes to stop. She didn't trust herself to speak, knowing she's day something wrong to ruin their moment.

Wes knew that once her cramp was worked out she'd get up and go to her room. But he didn't want her to leave. He had a longing for her. Even though they had slept in the same bed only last night, it felt like an eternity for Wes. He longed to keep her in his arms. He thought of stopping, but his wanting got the best of him.

Jen felt the cream go hot, soothing her muscle even more. Jen's shoulders dropped as she relaxed completely into him. Wes felt Jen lean up against him, her soft skin against his chest. Wes's hand slowly crept down her arm and down to her hand. His fingers went between hers and he held her hand, feeling Jen's fingers enclose around his.

Wes was overwhelmed at the sensation of holding Jen again. He felt her hand enclose around his other hand and pull his arm around her waist. Her breathing was growing slightly heavier. Wes pulled her closer into him, not ever wanting to let go.

He nuzzled her neck slightly and felt Jen respond. Her head rolled to her left shoulder, leaving her neck fully exposed. Wes wrapped his arm around her completely. Jen turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes. They were full of passion.

Wes watched her look into his eyes. His hand caressed her cheek and he kissed her in what seemed like an eternity. Jen happily accepted his kiss.

Once they broke apart, Jen lay her head down on his shoulder and felt Wes's arms wrap about her body. He felt her shiver. The temperate in the room dropped since Wes turned off the heat in his room, but he didn't want to leave Jen. He crept back to where the pillows were, with Jen at his side. She pulled the comforter around them and lay down next to him.

Wes smiled at the sight of Jen beside him. He took a piece of hair away from her face, letting the dim light reflect off of her face, giving Jen a radiant glow. Wes flicked off the light and snuggled close to Jen as she rested her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead lovingly.

Jen and Wes lay beneath the covers, enjoying each other's body heat.

"I love you, Jen." Wes said.

"I love you too, Wes." Jen responded. She yawned and Wes followed.

"Don't to that. It's addicting." Wes said as he yawned as well. Jen glared at him, but laughed. She kissed him lovingly.

Jen laid her head on his chest as Wes wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her hand crept across his stomach and found his hand and she held it, feeling Wes's fingers wrap around hers.

Both fell asleep beneath the covers as the night wore on.

Later that night

Lance had been watching the star for the past few hours, waiting for something to happen. It had dimmed before then glowed. But that was hours ago. He repeated the poem over and over.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish that I wish tonight…" Lance said again. The star dimmed again and Lance gasped.

He got up and quietly opened the door and went down to Wes's room. He slowly opened the door to see his mother and Wes asleep in each other's arms, with a smile on their faces. Lance's face lit up.

As quickly as he could without running he ran back into his room and looked out the window.

"Thank you so much, little star. You've done it. Mom and Wes are back together." Lance smiled. "Who says that wishes don't come true?" Lance asked himself as he lay down in his bed. He yawned and fell back asleep.

The little star that gleamed against its dark cloak shown brightly again, then slowly dimmed to a speck, then disappeared into the night sky.

ch 10 up soon…