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CHAPTER TWO: BACK TO THE BEGINNING

"So get back, back, back to where we lasted,

Just like I imagined,

I could never feel this way.

Get back, back, back to the disaster

My heart's beating faster,

Holding on to feel the same."

-Sugarcult

"They're sending me back!" Lena exclaimed into the phone as soon as Carmen answered.

"Lenny?" Carmen asked. This outburst both concerned and surprised her, especially coming from Lena. "Who's sending you where?"

"My parents!" Lena was in near hysterics on the other end. "They're sending me back to Santorini!"

For just about anyone else in the world, a trip to the beautiful and remote Greek island of Santorini would be a dream. But for Lena, Carmen knew, this was a very, very bad thing. A very bad thing. "What? Why?"

"My parents don't like the idea of Valia living all alone. So they're sending me and Effie again," Lena explained distraughtly.

"Well, he's not going to be there, is he?" Carmen asked.

"I don't know." Lena was close to panicking. "I don't know. Maybe. I don't know. I try not to listen to these things."

"Carma?"

"Yeah?"

"Carma," Lena whimpered, "What am I going to do?"

"Hang on." Carmen reassured her. "I'm coming."

In order to be here, painting her toe nails in a staff cabin at the place Tibby laughingly called El Campo, Bridget had braved the same two early flights and disorienting van ride as she had two years before. But now she was here, and with no regrets.

"So," Diana said, applying another coat of polish to her toe nails, "You seem awfully happy."

"God, you have no idea," Bee agreed, wiggling her newly turquoise toenails.

"All Eric, huh?"

"Oh, definitely," Bridget agreed, "But it's not just him. I love Brown, I love my team, and I'm glad to be back here, not hating myself."

"I'm glad, too. It is kind of ironic, in a good way, you know?" Diana said, reflectively, "You and Eric, back here, but so differently. It's like, good karma." Carmen had told Bridget the exact same thing before she left for camp.

"Have you met the other coaches yet?" Diana asked, half conversationally and half teasingly.

"Very funny," Bee said. "But somehow I don't think that there's anyone here I know."

"Maybe not," Diana laughed. "But there is this one guy who has these absolutely gorgeous green eyes. He seems pretty nice, I only talked to him briefly, though."

Bridget got up off the cabin floor and brushed off her shorts. "We should probably get going. We have a coaches meeting in a couple of minutes."

"Please." Diana rolled her eyes, but allowed Bridget to grab her arms and pull her to her feet. "You're just excited to see your boyfriend."

"So what if I am?" Bridget challenged, grinning, before sliding on a pair of Adidas flip-flops and heading out the door of the cabin, dragging Diana behind her.

Outside, Bridget was once again filled with the infectious vibe of Baja California. She felt her muscles crackle with the familiar buzz of energy. Brilliant rays of sun bounced off the turquoise water and glinted in Bee's hair. In that instant, Bridget was struck with the same feelings of intensity and spontaneity that she had possessed years before. A dangerous combination, she knew now. Yet, it was not always a bad thing in small quantities. And this place was magical, and today, right here, it all seemed to fit.

Lena had hated the idea of returning to Greece. This was possible in Bethesda. It was much easier, Lena found, to hate the world while staying comfortably in your own hometown than it was to hate the world when you're out in it. So Lena was quite successful in hating the idea of returning to Santorini while she was at home, packing. She hated it all the way to the airport, and while she boarded the plane.

As the plane began its ascent, Lena remained as excited as she would have been for a complimentary shuttle ride to her own personal hell. Which, as far as she was concerned, Oia was. But her hatred ebbed, much to her displeasure, as the plane began its descent, and Lena looked upon the gleaming Mediterranean stretching out below her.

She could never hate this place, Lena realized with a pang, as she walked along the cobblestone road. She passed the rounded, whitewashed buildings with their gorgeous blue trim, past the modest tourist shops, and the grizzled little old man selling pistachios right out of the burlap sacks on the back of his fuzzy white donkey. Try as she might, she couldn't help but imagine Kostos, breathing this same Grecian air and standing – maybe not as far off as she believed – on this very same island, this same piece of jagged, rocky crater edge rising out of the sapphire sea.

Lenny-

I hope you find this soon. Letters take too long to send, and I wanted to be with you now. Don't torment yourself over there, because we all love you too much. Remember that we're all with you, even when we're not. We're all here in the US, loving you way out in Greece.

Endless Xs and Os,

Carmen

Tibby was beginning to see a pattern, here. In all of the years of the pants (okay, so only four), this would be her third staying at home. Still, three out of four summers doing nothing is not a good average. She considered this dismally as she fanned a handful of playing cards in front of her, "Go fish. Got any twos?"

"Go fish," Nicky said loudly. Currently unemployed, Tibby had the luxury (or the curse, whichever term one preferred) of having no commitments, and nothing to do. Which reduced her social schedule to playing endless, ridiculous games with her younger siblings.

Do have any fives? Any fives, Brian?" Katherine wheedled.

"You're in luck, Kitty-Kat," Brian said, sliding the five of diamonds across the table and towards the four-year-old. Katherine piled her fives in front of her and beamed triumphantly. Of course, Brian was around. That's what Tibby loved about Brian. He was always around.

Bee-

I imagine you're having way too much fun in Baja. I hope you are. Meanwhile, I'm stranded here, yet again. My relaxing schedule so far today has included three games of war, six games of Go Fish, and four games of some sort of preschool rendition of Indian Poker. Yes, Nicky and Katherine have discovered the joy of monotonous card games.

While you're tearing up some soccer field in Baja with Eric and Diana, I'll be here, missing you. So please call me. And Beezy: Take it easy on the country of Mexico.

Love, Love, Love,

The (somewhat) Isolated Tibberon

Not much had changed in the last few years, Bridget quickly discovered. She was glad for that. The bougainvillea-draped cafeteria and deck stood within view of the beach, and the slowly waning sun beyond it. So they were early for whatever staff meeting was scheduled. One or two other coaches sat stretched out on the long benches that lined the tables, but that was all. The whole staff meeting struck Bridget as odd, anyway. Several coaches had yet to arrive. She leaned against a flower-entwined railing and admired her surroundings.

"It really is beautiful here," she told Diana, "That part I didn't exaggerate in my mind."

"Yeah," Diana agreed. They considered this for a moment. "Hey!" Diana burst. "Do you know what we have to do?"

"What?" Bridget felt a smile spreading across her face.

"Hotel Hacienda!" Diana said loudly and dramatically. "We absolutely have to go!" Bridget grinned, but before she could agree, she felt a tug on a lock of blonde hair, and knew exactly who stood behind her.

"Eric!" She turned around beaming, about ready to throw her arms around him. The smile dropped from her face. But it wasn't Eric.

It was Billy.

Bridget searched for words.

"I don't think anyone's been that horrified to see me in a long time," Billy made light of the situation, after several awkward moments had passed.

"Wow." Bridget was still trying to sort through it all in her mind. Actually, it took her a second or two to recognize him. To Bridget, Billy Kline existed solely within the world of Burgess, Alabama. She hadn't even tried picturing him anywhere else. It was funny how that is with some people. "Um. Hi, Billy. I, uh, didn't think you'd be here. I'm just sort of surprised." It was totally ironic, in a completely pathetic way. Why couldn't she ever just read the damned papers? What was wrong with her? It's not like she would've avoided coaching at the camp if she'd known, but it would've been nice to avoid this particular surprise. And she would've hoped that, even though last summer turned out to be great, she would've figured out that informational packets are good things. Apparently not.

"So, who's Eric?" Billy asked curiously.

"I'm Eric," Eric cut in, appearing out of nowhere, before Bridget could say anything. Perfect timing, Bridget thought. He slipped an arm around her. "Who are you?"

"I'm Billy. Billy Kline," Billy replied, extending a hand. Eric shook it. His brows furrowed as he surveyed Billy with a look of confusion and calculation.

"Well," Bridget said, trying to be as tactful as possible, "It's nice seeing you again, Billy. I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah, I'll see you around," Billy did a poor job of hiding his disappointment.

Bee could feel Billy's eyes on her as she and Eric moved to the other side of the deck. "I missed you," Bridget said, leaning up for a brief kiss before Eric could respond.

He kissed her back. "I missed you, too."

Diana appeared at Bridget's side. "Did you see him? Those green eyes are gorgeous. What's his name, again?"

"Billy Kline," Bridget responded dryly, "He's from Burgess, Alabama."

"Whoa. Blast from the past, huh?" Diana observed.

"Yeah, just a little bit," Bridget said sarcastically. At that moment, Connie appeared on the deck, and all the coaches congregated around one of the tables for the meeting.

A/N: Hey, hey! Here's the result of a study break... : )! And I kinda like it! I have a really good feeling about the nextcouple of chappies! I'mHyper! SCHOOL GETS OUT TOMORROW! YAY!

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