Disclaimer: I do not own any characters including: Bobby Manning, Jack Hudson, Myles Leland the third, Lucy Dotson, Tara Williams, Ted Garrett, Sue Thomas, Howie, Levi the Dog, or any other characters that were created by anyone other than me. If any character is similar to others it is a mere coincidence and not intentional.

Chapter 7

Tara felt her soul slipping from inside heart, when she heard a distant call, Tara! Seconds later she felt strong hands pull her from the windowsill. She was turned around and faced with Bobby. Worry and anger filled his features, he looked at her, "What do you think you were doing?" he shouted.

"Q-q-qu-i-i-e-et-t," Tara tried to say, "Y-you-ll w-wak-ke u-up Ch-ch-loe."

Bobby stared at her; she was drenched and shivering uncontrollably. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped her in it, then wrapped her in his arms, trying to absorb the chills racking her body – wait – he looked at her again, sobs were shaking her. He rested his chin on the top of her head. When the shivering subsided he pulled back to look into her eyes. "What were you doing? I need you to tell me the truth; were you going to jump?" He didn't want to hear the answer.

"No! Never! Bobby you know me better than that!" She looked into his blue eyes, "I was just thinking! I would never kill myself! I have too much to live for!" I have you to live for, Bobby.

"Okay," Bobby whispered. He tried to pull her into an embrace again but she stepped back.

"You do believe me, don't you?" Tara looked at him.

"Yes, Tara, I believe you. Now can I please hold you again? You look freezing." Tara nodded and walked into his arms. "Just promise me one thing…"

"Okay..."

"Never scare me like that again."

"I promise."

"Good. Now, go get changed into warm clothes. I'll try to see if I can find an electric blanket to keep you from freezing to death." He felt her nod against his chest. Bobby reluctantly let her go.

He walked through the halls, searching in every closet he could find until finally he found one downstairs. He plugged it in and made a cup of hot chocolate will it heated. He heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Bobby?" Tara asked.

"Right here," he came out with two mugs. "How are you feeling?" Her hair was still wet, but she had combed it, her fingers were purple and her cheeks pink.

"Better, thanks," she took the mug Bobby offered. He led her into the living room. She sat down and wrapped her small body in the heated blanket. "Mmm, good hot chocolate," she took another sip. They quietly talked for another half hour before Tara dozed of. Bobby carried her back upstairs, this time into his room – hers was still to cold. He tucked her in gave her another kiss goodnight and walked to one of the guest rooms where he spent the night until the doorbell woke him up the next morning.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thankyou 'Weezel' for Bobby's dads name, (Mac Ellis, there ya go jesuschick) :)