THIS IS THE CHAPTER 5 THAT YOU HAVE MOST LIKELY ALREADY READ BUT I FORGOT THE ORIGIONAL CHAPTER 5 SO THIS IS NOW CHAPTER 6. PLEASE READ CHAPTER 5 AND REVIEW. okay do you ahve my point? Anyway this is basicaly to tell you that I made a small mistake and sense I like the chapter 5 I origionaly wrote I'm going to put it here. If you can't review for chapter 5 just list it under this chapter. I don't think the signed review's were deleated. Shout out's for this chapter are listed in what is now chapter 5. Thank you so muach for your time.
Hey, I have another version of this chapter written in which Rhade fights and Dylan watches it but I couldn't get the emotion right. You see the man that Rhade fights was his best friend at one time but for some reason he changed sides and ended up handing Rhade's son a bomb that killed Rhade's wife, daughter, and both sons. I can't write fight scenes and the intense emotion the original version of this chapter had is just beyond my ability and experience. So this one is from Beka's point of view.
Dinner
Rhade sat down across from Beka in the back of a small restaurant about fifteen minutes away from where they were staying.
"What can I get for you today?" A waiter asked walking up to them.
Rhade barley glanced at the menu. "Do you still have the fish?"
"Hey Jack that's my table," another waiter said stopping next to the first one.
"Oh, I thought-."
"Don't worry about it. There's a party of four at the door. Make sure you offer them the officers menu."
"Yes sir," the first waiter turned and walked away.
The second waiter turned to Beka and Rhade. "Let me guess fried fish and," he studied Beka for a moment, "the specialty of the house."
"It's good to see you're still working," Rhade said with a small smile. "Beka I would like you to meet Clark. Clark this is Beka."
"It took you long enough," Clark grinned.
"Don't you dare," Rhade broke in.
"Fine I won't," Clark turned back to Beka. "What can I get you my lady?"
Beka glanced at the menu and then at Rhade with a raised eyebrow.
"What's on special?" Rhade asked.
"Tonight would be the fish platter which now comes with three side choices."
"How about the fish with fries, mashed potatoes, and macaroni."
"And what would you like to drink with that? If you get beer or a soda refills are on the house."
"Two root beers."
"Coming right and feel free to leave a large tip."
"You still owe me two rounds."
"That's why your drinks are on the house," Clark nodded to Beka and walked away.
"I take it you come here often," Beka said.
"I try to come at least once a visit. I actually worked here once," Rhade replied.
"You worked here?"
"Yes, I need the money. It's a long way from, how do you say it? Oh yeah, a goody-goody academy pinhead."
Beka blushed slightly, "it's still kind of hard to believe."
"It's not as hard to believe as you liking a planet."
"There's a difference."
"Not from the way I see it."
"What have we here?" A drunken man asked stopping at their table. "There's an über at my table."
All sounds in the room stopped as everyone turned to see what was happening.
"Your table is over there," Rhade said gesturing to the table next to theirs.
"You're wrong there über. This table is mine, and you will move now." The man swayed slightly but the look in his eyes said he knew perfectly well what was happening.
"I would move if this was your table, but it's not."
Suddenly the man grabbed the front of Rhade's shirt pulling him out of his chair. He threw him into the next table causing its occupants to jump back as the table broke.
"Beka get out," Rhade growled to Beka who was now standing up. He didn't take his eyes off the man though.
"Rhade-." Beka stared toward him.
"Get out."
"No stay," the man drawled. "It's always good to see an über get his ass whipped."
"Beka."
Beka heard a note in his voice that she'd never thought she'd hear in a nietchzean. It sounded like he was a afraid, and pissed at the same time. There was even something like a flash of hatred in his eyes. That look and his tone scared her more than anything ever had; even more than when her dad went mad and started throwing anything that got in his way. Rafe had been thrown several times. She blinked and even though she wanted to stay she turned and made her way out of the restraint.
Outside Beka tried to sit on a bench but became too restless. So she started pacing and one thing she'd thought she'd never do. She began praying to whatever god there was that Rhade made it out of this alive and preferably in one piece. She began to remember things from before this trip. Suddenly she could remember ever time Rhade had looked at her with love in his eyes; every time he'd held her close during the dances at the parties. Even after the abyss he had been there saying that he hoped she'd wake up even if it was just to tell him she'd told him so. Then there was the flash. Each time she's come out of the high that flash gave her he was there; he had been there when she tried to get the flash taking the bottle away. She had sworn at him and pushed him away but he never left. After the Jay broke up with her he'd been there. He had been with Dylan and Harper when they'd saved her from Tyr. Now that she actually thought about it he'd always been there. No matter what happened it was Rhade who had been there; not Dylan, or Harper, or Trance, or Rev. It had always been Rhade.
Suddenly Rhade walked out of the restaurant holding a box.
"I'm fine Beka," he said when she joined him.
"Rhade what was that?"
"Someone I'd like to forget. Please Beka there's nothing you need to know about him."
JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL AND DID NOT LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Okay I know this isn't all that great but I totally suck at writing the emotion part. Please review anyway and tell me something.
Do you like how the stories going? Should I scrap it? Is there anyway Lance will ever talk to me? Okay anyway you get my point, and please review because as much as I love my steady reviewers I'm getting desperate for some fresh opinions. Hey let me know if you hate it and I should try to write more Beka/Dylans.