A/N– Yes im updating! I know, shocker! I had this story in my head up till the fight. That's why the chapters were out like boom boom boom, but I already wrote all that down, so there for it may take me longer to update, also with school and friends, and family, I don't have much time. So here's your chapter, enjoy...

Note: Oh and please don't hunt me down and kill me for skipping a few weeks. I don't feel like writing about the 3-4 weeks in which Amy is disabled to pretty much everything. Ill review quickly what happened up until then. Once again, spare my life:). Oh and this chapter is starting to get to why my fic. is rated 'T'. Ohhhh and also, I changed the competition date, as you can see. I changed the way Amy and Ty got together, that wasnt how I planned it, I planned it much further on in the story, but oh well, so his dads stables are now done, and the comp. Is in 2 weeks.

Disclaimer (im bad, I always forget this, so this goes for all my previous chapters also): This story is loosely based on characters, and events made and owned by Lauren Brooke. But I own the characters, and events in which did not appear in the books, so please don't copy:)

Chapter 5

4 weeks later.

Amy's hip was declared healed 2 ½ weeks after the accident, and can now walk properly. She can ride, but only to a certain extent. She can go on leisurely trail rides, but no jumping, or working the horses. She will be ready for that by the end of the week. Her collarbone is healed (or so she argues), but hasn't been given the all clear yet.

Amy dressed as quickly as possible in her condition. Her hip was fine, so she wasn't only able to wear loose sweat pants. She sighed happily as she felt the cool fabric of jeans hanging on her hips, and circling her legs. But then she groaned loudly as she tried to put her shirt on. Her collarbone, to her, was healed. She was able to move it without it hurting, and get dressed without it hurting. All she couldn't do was lift heavy objects. And yet, that didn't hurt very much either.

But Ben, being Ben, and knowing that she took her sling off to get dressed, shower, and other things, dared her, 10 dollars, not to. Lou was still worried it wasn't healed, while everyone else agreed with Amy. But Lou was adamant about it. Amy blamed it on her soon to be niece or nephew. So Amy, not being the cheating kind, had put on her water proof sling for her shower(a/n– is there such a thing?), and was now attempting to dress with the sling on. She had forgotten how hard it was. She almost wished Lou still came over early to help her shower and dress, no matter how embarrassing the underwear and bra were. Amy had successfully been able to hide herself while Lou helped her with that, so it had worked out fine. But now, not using her arm, and trying to get her shirt on, without help, resulted in chaos.

"What the hell!" Amy's voice rang out, annoyed, from the depths of her shirt. She was attempting to put it over her head with one hand, and get that arm in its hole, then somehow maneuver the other in. But what she'd accomplished in doing was getting her head in her arm hole, and putting her arm in her head hole. And she was stuck.

"Help!" she shouted, defeated by a measly shirt. She knew noone would come. Lou was on bed rest, she was only a month from her due date, and her doctor didn't want her going into premature labor. Scott was out of town for a series of meeting, spanning the week. He'd left the day before, and Grandpa was staying with Lou until he got home. Nancy may have come over, but she was visiting her sister and helping her out while her husband was in the hospital from a heart attack. Amy was left alone.

She had reveled in the freeness, but was now regretting it. The only way she could get unstuck was to cheat, oh no, definitely not. Ben was not winning. She had plans for that 10 dollars. The only other way was to have Ty help her. She blushed at the idea. She'd rather Ben than Ty, with them being in a new found relationship, but it was Ben's day off.

"Come on!" she struggled for another few minutes, until cheating was even impossible. She'd somehow gotten herself into an even more compromising position. Her head was still in the arm hole, and didn't quite fit, so all that was seen were wisps of her hair escaping the unnatural bulge in the arm area. Her arm was bent at an odd angle, which had gotten there when she'd tried to get it out. And her bad arm was somehow in the other arm hole, the wrong one, but an arm hole. And the buckle had gotten snagged on her shirt, not allowing her to pull it out, "Damn."

She heard a knock downstairs, "Damn, Damn, Damn" she muttered as she realized it was Ty. He was bringing her to her doctors appointment for her collar bone. Hopefully to be given the all clear. He hadn't wanted her driving with her collar bone, even though he agreed it was healed. She started struggling, unsuccessfully and more vigorously, with her shirt.

"Amy?" she heard Ty call softly up the stairs.

"MMM!" she yelled, trying to yell 'hold on' but her voice was muffled by her own hair.

"Are you ok?" she heard him coming up the stairs.

"MMMM!" she yelled louder, frantically. She could see through the fabric and walked to her door, kicking it shut right at he rounded the corner to her room.

"Holy.." he trailed off, "Amy, what's wrong? Are you ok?" he sounded genuinely worried.

She groaned, defeated, and walked over to the door, and in as clear a voice she could she said "Come in." Apparently he got what she said, and he slowly turned the knob.

Ty's POV

Ty, hesitantly, at the sound of her voice, turned the doorknob. He pushed the door open a crack, didn't see her, and opened it all the way. She stood near her bed, with a shirt tangled impossibly around her head. He almost gasped when he saw her standing there in her bra. He'd never really acknowledged how well she was endowed.

"Um, Amy..." he said, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"Shhhum ump!" when her words came out muffled, he burst out laughing. He had to lean on her dresser to keep from falling over. He clutched his stomach from the pain his laughter was causing. He could feel her glare, even from inside her shirt. Finally, after he saw her stamp her foot with an angry 'umph', he stopped laughing. He then took the time to really look at her.

She had on the first pair of jeans he'd seen on her in weeks. She'd been wearing sweats for her hip. And although he told her she looked cute in them, she'd longed for her jeans. He moved his gaze up her body. Her stomach was still tanned from her outings to the beach, at least once a week, during the summer with Soraya. Her skin stretched flawlessly, smoothly, and gorgeously, up to her bra. (a/n- wow this is weeeiiiirrrddd writing. But its bound to happen sometime in their relationship. Still odd) She had on a black bra, that left little to the imagination, and he thanked god for that. Oh god, I cannot believe im thinking about this. Well I am a man, but it Amy!, he thought to himself. But couldn't stop himself from admiring her very closely. His gaze finally met hers,

"In quite a predicament, hah?" he chuckled lightly, trying to cover up his nervousness, "I come over a few hours early to help you out with chores before we go, and look how I find you."

She glared at him, "Mou mow if i mould yell might mow I mould!" he almost burst out laughing again.

"Oh I know, trust me," he paused and looked her up and down once again, "Want some help?"

"Moooo!" came her muffled, sarcastic reply. He could hear her embarrassment through her sarcasticness.

He walked over to her and gently reached up her shirt, he blushed madly, he felt around until he found her sling, he found where it was snagged, and tried to unhook it. It wouldn't budge, "What did you do, its really stuck!" he fiddled with it for a few more seconds, then removed his hands.

"Mmm?" she said questionably.

"I can't get it unstuck, I have to lift your shirt off you ok?" he swore he could see her blush through the fabric. She reluctantly nodded. He gently slipped both hands under her shirt, freed her good arm, and being careful not to snag her hair, pulled her head out of the shirt. He swung it over her head, dropping it to hang from her sling. He looked at her more exposed breasts, and blushed strawberry red. She saw and glanced down her body, her face rivaled with his for the brightest shade of red. She passed through at least 30 before beating him.

"Sorry..." she mumbled. He lightly shook his head, and with his nimble fingers, finally got the shirt to fall free of her sling.

"Why didn't you take it off? Isn't that what you usually do?" he was smiling again.

"Ben dared me not use my arm. And sense I don't have Lou to help me shower or get dressed without the sling on, I had to do it with it on, I don't think I could have restrained myself if I took it off and tried to keep my arm still and do it, so..." she gestured at the shirt to show what happened.

"I see..." and the corner of his lips twitches in suppressed laughter. She went to smack his upper arm, but he caught her hand midair. He looked down at her hand and flipped it over to reveal her palm. He traced the lines that went across it, and for some reason he felt her swoon. He smiled at that. He then put her hand around his neck and pulled her close, being careful not to press her arm incase it did hurt. He looked deeply into her eyes, reading her, making sure he wasn't hurting her. He felt her knees give way a little, and put a stronger hold around her waist. She pulled herself even closer to him, it didn't hurt.

He placed a kiss on the hollow of her neck, and he felt her gulp as he trailed his lips up her neck, to her chin, and up to the corner of her jaw. He felt her breaths coming faster, and reveling in what he did to her, he teased her some more. He planted kisses on her eyelids, and then preceded to plant kisses from her temple to her jaw, back and forth, back and forth. He felt her tug on his neck, and he gave up. He planted one more kiss on the side of her jaw, and then lightly touching her mouth to his he murmured, "Rain check."

She groaned, "To hell with Ben,"and she pulled her arm free of the sling and wound it tightly around his neck. He smiled against her lips, and couldn't resist anymore. He grabbed the nape of her neck, almost roughly, and crashed her lips to his. She didn't seem to mind his force, and just pulled him closer. He trailed his tongue along her bottom lip, and she let him in without hesitating in the least.

He eagerly explored her, feeling the vibration of her moan as his tongue mingled with hers. He smiled mischievously and swung her legs up and they landed in his arms. He walked over to her bed and gently lowered her down onto it, he climbed over her, being careful not to separate their lips, and lay beside her, leaning over her and kissing her. She laughed under his lips, "Smooth...Mr...Baldwin," she said between kisses.

He broke the kiss off after a few minutes and lifted his face a few inches away from hers, he traced his thumb along the sweep of her cheekbone. She stared up at him with such trusting eyes. His hand wandered down, over the bulge that was her chest, onto her flat stomach. There he traced lazy circles, while still searching her eyes. She suddenly, and roughly, pulled his face back to hers. He didn't resist, and kept rubbing her stomach while they savagely explored each other.

Amy's POV

Oh my god, im making out with Ty, on my bed, me being half naked, and he's touching my stomach, oh lord... Amy thought to herself. She was arching her back when she thought this. She wanted to be closer to him, to melt into him, to never let go. Finally, she pulled him flat over her. His weight surprised her at first, never having a person lay on her, but he lifted some of his weight off by propping on his elbows, never once breaking their connection. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and starting roaming around his muscular chest with her shaking fingertips. She got irritated with his shirt, and suddenly jerked it up to his shoulder, leaving his flexing muscles free to her. He was surprised at her actions, and ripped his lips away from hers. She groaned.

She saw realization dawn in Ty's eyes. He rolled off of her, pulling his shirt down as he went. He reached across her, grabbed her discarded shirt, and handed it to her. Her numb fingers somehow managed to curl around it, and she slipped into it, suddenly feeling very exposed.

"Amy..." he said softly. She realized he'd been watching her the whole time, "About just now...well um..." he trailed off. She dropped her head, angry that she felt the familiar prickling at the back of her eyes. No tears, she scolded herself. Ty heard her sniffle.

"Amy look, it's not that I don't want to, believe me that's not it, its that...well this is new, to both of us. Were not ready for that yet." his eyes were warm, and full of apology. She couldn't hold back her emotions when confronted by his emerald eyes. She felt tears start to slip out of her eyes. She quickly brushed them away.

"Amy..." Ty sounded so broken, so sad, regretful, he gently wiped her face free of the tears that once again betrayed her.

"Ty, I understand. I do. I didn't mean to get so caught up. Its just..." she blushed, "when im with you, its so easy to lose myself in you, in us." he smiled lovingly at that.

"I get that, I do. It's the same with me. I didn't expect to do that, it was pure instinct, pure want. But its not the right time." her tears stopped, and she looked at him with a smile on her face.

"No, too soon. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves." she grabbed his hand and ran down the stairs, out of the door, and to the barn. She led him into Essy's stall. Essy was out in the pasture, so the stall was empty.

"I believe this is where the rain check was issued Mr. Baldwin, not my room." she smiled up at him, "I also believe it was riiiighhhhttt here," she guided him to the side of the stall, "that you got mad because you couldn't push me against that," she pointed behind her, "wall." he smiled mischievously down at her.

"I believe that for once you are right Miss. Fleming," she glared at him. He only smiled his crooked smile more. He then leaned down and captured her mouth once again with his. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers roam through his jungle of hair. She moaned against his mouth, and felt him shake with pleasure. She smiled under her lips. She loved the what he did to her, and apparently she did some wild things to him also.

"Finally," he murmured against her mouth as he pushed her against the stall door. He pressed his mouth harder onto hers, wanting to be closer and closer. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, thinking in the back of her mind whether she was hurting him. But he just wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hard against him. After what seemed like seconds, but was really almost 15 minutes they pulled away breathing hard. Ty rested his hands on either side of her head against the wall.

"Wow," he said in a husky voice.

"Yeah," she looked at his hand, the one that held a watch. She twisted the face so she could see it and gasped, "Ty we have to be at the doctors in 10 minutes, we'll never make it!" she ducked beneath his arms and sprinted for the house. She ran up the stairs and into her room. She snatched her sling up, putting it on as she ran back outside. Ty was already in the car, she jumped in and they were gone.

2 hours later

"You'd think that they would schedule appointments so that people got in at the right time," Amy puffed as Ty dropped her off at Heartland. They had waited in the waiting room for over an hour, and they had been late,

"At least your were given the all clear. Now we can get back to training Glory, the competition is in 2 weeks, and it up to you to get him in shape!" he smiled at her scared look.

"Oh thanks Ty, you really know to lay it on thick, hah?" she stuck her tongue out like a little girl, and he smiled. He leaned across the seat and kissed her. It only lasted a few seconds, and she got out of the truck,

"Thanks for today Ty, see you in school tomorrow!" he waved and backed out of the driveway.

Ty's POV

Ty twisted up his long driveway and parked outside the front door. He climbed out of his truck and walked towards the door. The new stable caught his eye and he walked towards that instead. His mouth opened in shock. There were 2 barns, both the same size, each looking to be able to fit 10 horses or more. There were two huge paddocks, and 3 large working rings. He walked towards a little building to the right of the barns. He walked in and smelled freshly cut wood. He glanced around and saw two doors. One read 'Head: Dave Baldwin' ...(no clue what Ty's dads name is, I forget) and the other read 'Head Groom: Ty Baldwin' Ty stared open mouthed at the door. He opened it and stepped through.

It was medium sized. Adjacent to the right wall was an oak desk. It held a new Dell flat screen, and had a comfy looking chair stationed behind it. On the wall straight in-front of him was a large window, light white curtains covering it. Ty's first saddle, lead rope, halter, and his first horses blanket, were hung on the walls.

"What the..." and to his surprise, tears leaked out from between his lids. He couldnt believe his dad did this. They hadn't talked sense the fight, but yet he took time to do all of this. All of this for his son, with whom he hoped, no dreamed of working with.

"What am I going to do!" Ty moaned, thinking of the impending situation. He loved Amy, and love Heartland, and didn't want to leave. But he'd always, no matter how much they fought, wanted his fathers approval, and love. If he did this he'd have both, and he could stay with Amy, but it wasn't that easy...

He went and sat in the chair at the desk, on the desk was a file. On the tab was a name, 'Moonshine'. He opened the file and saw a picture. One of the most beautiful horses he'd ever seen was on the top of the pile of papers. He was pure black with a white star decorating his long head. Ty flipped to the next page. It was a list of sessions. Ty's dad had hired a hand to train him. But on the top were the words 'Trainer is temporary until Ty'. Ty gulped, this was the horse. The horse his dad wanted him to train for the same competition Glory was in. From the look of the notes about the horses sessions, he was remarkable. About the same as Glory, maybe better.

"What do you think, think you can make him better for the competition, only you can," Ty looked up and saw his father with a saddle blanket in hand, it read 'Moonshine'. He wanted him to start right then.

Ty stood up.

A/N– Dun, Dun, Dun! I know, cliffhanger. Ohh and it felt good. (Taunts) I know what happens, I know what happens...haha no im just kidding. All this is randomly from my mind, I have a basis on the story, but no definite details. So look out for my next chapter, hopefully sooner than this one:) Feel free to brainstorm me your ideas on what happens, you never know, I may just like it:)