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The face claims for Cap's little sisters are as follows:

Nannie Hatfield: Kristen Bell

Mary Jane Hatfield: Hayden Panettiere

Betty Hatfield: Dakota Fanning

For all the other siblings just imagine various aged blondes ranging from 21 to like 7. Since Nannie, Mary Jane, and Betty actually have a dialog filled scene with Novella they're the only Hatfield siblings to get face claims.

Anyways read and enjoy.

Dinner With The Hatfields Pt.1

Novella POV:

Being able to sleep in on a Sunday morning instead of being up at the ass-crack of dawn to attend Reverend Garrett's over the top sermon at the Tug Fork Church of Christ was a blessing. I was thankful that Cap wasn't an overly religious man, like my Uncle Perry along with majority of the McCoys were on Sundays, and that we were able to sleep in on our lazy day off.

My entire morning and afternoon with Cap was very pleasant and relaxing. Our night however was probably going to be the complete opposite, more like hectic and anxiety riddled. Currently we were on our way to pick up his brother, in my car too might I add since Cap's was a coup. I was sitting with an apple pie on my lap, complete with crimped crust and a lattice top, as I looked out the window at all the trees with their mustard and garnet hues leaves.

"I should warn you hat Johnse's trailer's a real shithole." Cap remarked over the song on the radio, breaking silence between us.

"It can't be that bad."

"It is, makes a junkyard look like the Taj Mahal." He chuckled as he grabbed his pack of smokes from his pocket.

"Really, it's that bad?" I asked with a raised brow, watching him take a cigarette out of his pack.

"Yep." He popped, extending the pack over to me. As I took a cigarette for myself he added in, "And when we get there we're honkin' the horn."

"So then you just want me to get out so he can climb into the back instead of us knocking on the door to get him?" I asked, watching him light up and take his first drag.

Cap nodded, passing me over the lighter. As I lit up and took a long drag off my smoke I heard him say, "Yep, cause trust me ya don't wanna knock on his door. Might fall into a rotten porch floorboard and break your neck."

"Oh…" I drawled out, passing him back the lighter.

"Talk bout Johne's shithole we're comin' up on it now." He chuckled, pocketing the zippo I had given him, as he turned onto a street as smooth as a washboard.

We pulled to a stop about half-way down the uneven dirt road. I looked out the window as Cap pressed on the horn, blinking my eyes in disbelief while a long breathed, "Oh my god.", tumbled from my lips.

When Cap said his brother's place was a shithole he wasn't lying. The trailer looked so shitty that Cousin Eddy from the National Lampoon movies would think it was a luxury and an upgrade from his tin can RV. The trailer's siding was peeling off and the porch was rotten. Hell, the trailer looked outdated too, like it was made back in '78 or something. It was small too, very skinny for a single wide. It didn't have windows, just plastic bags where the glass should be in the frames. Bikes and old tires along with beer and pop cans littered the front of the yard. Busted bottles stuck up all over, shining in the twilight sun too.

"Told ya his place's a shithole."

"I can't believe he willingly lives here."

"Well, he does." Cap simply confirmed as he slammed on my car's horn once more.

A few moments later a tall blonde man walked out of the house. Knowing it was Johnse I got out of the car, pie in hand, and stood by my open door. As he walked over to the car I noticed that he was a pretty boy. Johnse had a smooth featured face, twinkling sky blue eyes, feather soft blonde hair, and a golden shadow of a beard on his face. He was also filled out a bit more then Cap, but to Cap's defense he seemed to be a few inches taller.

Eh, I could see why Roseanna foolishly hooked up with Johnse. The man was handsome in that pretty golden boy type way. Cap was the complete opposite of his older brother. He was rugged and coarse, but too me that made him handsome.

"What's with the pink-black hotrod an' who're you?" Johnse asked as he stopped right in front of me.

I cut my eyes at him while saying, "Car's mine and I'm Nova, Cap's dinner date, now get in the back."

"Ooo, Cap, so you got back together with her?" Johnse asked his brother, hoping into the backseat of the car.

"Yep." Cap popped his tongue as I pushed the seat back and sat down.

"You know Roseanna, right?" Johnse asked as soon as I closed my door.

Cap sped down the road as I looked at Johnse thru the rearview mirror and simply asked, "Yea, why?"

"I was wonderin' how's she doin'?" Was Johnse serious?

"Okay I guess." I answered as I looked out my side window.

"Ya guess?" Johnse asked as I took a drag off my smoke.

"Yea, she's not in a lupus flareup so I guess she's okay." I snapped, not in the mood for Johnse's questions about Roseanna. If he really wanted to know how she was doing then he could find her and ask her himself. Shit, guy's married so he shouldn't be asking after her anyhow…

Johnse asked in a soft toned stutter, "Oh…uh, how's the baby?"

"Sarah Elizabeth's not a baby anymore, Johnse. She's in like 3rd or 4th grade." I bit out, frustration lacing my flowing voice. He's never been involved in the girl's life and now he's acting like he cares, hell he's laying on some thick bullshit.

"Hell, I know that. Just…how's she?"

"She's okay." I answered, flicking some ashes out the window.

"Oh…I heard people say she's sickly."

"She is, but she's not sick right now." I explained, turning my head away from the window to look into the rearview mirror at the blonde dumbass in the backseat.

"Johnse, stop actin' like ya give a damn 'bout Roseanna or the kid. You dumped her so fast made everyone's head spin." Cap growled, glaring at his big brother thru the mirror, as he began to white knuckle the steering wheel.

I could see in the mirrow that Johnse's face and fallen and paled. His eyes lost their twinkle too. "Cap, don't say that. Ya don't know how hard it was for me not to pick Roseanna and our child. I loved her an' couldn't be with her cause our daddies are horses asses."

Oh god, did he have a death wish? Cap was getting pissed, I could tell by the way he was grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw. Being on the receiving end of Cap's angry japs wasn't fun, Johnse needed to shut up. Cutting the man that smelled like too much cheap likker a warning glare via the mirror I sternly remarked, "Johnse, I advise you to be quiet back there. Your brother's getting a nasty twitch in his jaw, he's about to tell you off any second."

"Oh, so now since Cap's bringin' ya to dinner and pa seemed to give the go ahead for you to be in the house ya think you know my own brother so well?"

"Johnse, shut up! You're drunk." Cap shouted, his ice blue eye coldly trained on his brother through the mirror, as his face became a hardened slate.

"I ain't too likkered up." Johnse mumbled while Cap angrily tossed his used up cigarette out the window.

"Just sleep it off back there, buddy." I told Johnse, giving him a tug of a smile, as I looked over my shoulder at him. Johnse in response just nodded his head and curled up in the backseat, more then ready to take a much-needed nap.

"Nova, I'm sorry 'bout Johns. He's a talker when he's drunk, doesn't make much sense either." Cap apologized, looking between me and the road. His icy blue eye and its cue-ball twin held such guilt and sympathy in them. He truly was sorry that I had to deal with his drunken brother and that touched my heart.

"It's okay, Cap." I told him in a gentle tone while tossing my own cigarette butt out the window. Before he could protest I told him, "It's not the first time I've been around a drunk, won't be the last either."

When we pulled up to the Hatfield house I was in awe at how large it was along with the old time feel it let off with it's stone foundation, porch base, and huge fireplace along with stained wood plank siding all over the two-story house along with a large stable and barn perched a few yards to the right. It reminded me of a farm house in those old western and southern movies, you know the ones where the family was the richest in the county and had all the cattle etc. like in McClintock.

"So, you grew up here?" I asked, turning to look at Cap, since I didn't really know what else to say.

"Yep. I grew up well off, same as you." Cap simply nodded as he parked the car. Turning around in his seat he shouted, "Wake up, Johnse. We're here., while swatting his napping brother.

"I'm up, I'm up, stop hittin' me." Johnse protested, sitting up and putting his arms up to deflect any smacks from Cap.

Cap and I got out of the car, with me holding a pie in one hand and flipping the seat up for Johnse with the other. Johnse got out of the backseat with rubbery legs, wobbling the first few steps he took. Johnse walked shakily, but fast, as he made his way to the house. Yeo, he was likkered up a bit.

Cap joined my side as I started to walk to the front porch of the house. Looking between the large farmhouse and the man by my side I said, "I understand why you bought your house off of Jim." Clearly Cap wanted to set down roots in the small town and county he was raised in, wanted to settle down. It didn't matter that he worked in Pike, his soul was ingrained in Logan.

"I know ya do." Cap simply told me as we started going up the porch steps, his hand balanced perfectly on the small of my back. "Ya stay with me as long as you want, you hear me?" He told me, his deep wave-like voice a bit soft, as we firmly planted our feet on the wooden floorboards of the porch.

"I hear ya, Will." I told him as we made our way to the front door. I was letting him know by my light tine flowing words that I understood the depth of his remark, understood that he wanted me around indefinitely.

Cap just rubbed a light circle in the small of my back, showing me that he understood what my answer truly meant since I called him Will instead of Cap. He knew that as long as I was able to I'd be with him, that I had an attachment to him.

Cap was like a chameleon, as soon as his fingertips touched the doorknob aby softness he was showing disappeared and he quickly took on a cold rigid demeanor. I felt so nervous that my heart was hammering against my ribcage so fast that is might as well pop out of my chest. I schooled my face, attempting to hide my feelings as he turned the doorknob. Oh lord, any second I'm about to walk into the Devil's house.

As soon as Cap opened the door he ushered me in. Quickly he closed the door behind him and guided me to the main room all the while lowly whispering in my ear, "You got this, baby. No need to be scared." I just looked at him and gave him a tight smile. As soon as we entered what was a very large open layout living room/kitchen I felt all eyes lock onto me. "Hey everybody this is my girl, Nova."

"Christ boy, you're really serious with Miss Landon. Now that's a surprise." Wall Hatfield remarked in a deep chuckle before taking a sip of, what looked to be whiskey, from his glass.

Before Cap or anyone else for that matter could make a remark my tongue got the better of me and before thinking I snipped out, "Why's that, Wall? Cause we're on opposite sides of a case that I'm trapped in or cause Cap's not the feelings type of guy and usually just does wham bam thank you ma'ams?"

"Oh Wall, she got ya there." Jim chuckled, a splitting grin on his face greasy and burly beard covered face

"Nice girl ya got there, Cap." A man with long salt and pepper hair with a full beard to match told Cap with a half-smirk on his weather-worn round face.

"Thanks, Uncle Lias." Cap told the man before remarking to everyone as a whole, "She's a real one of a kind."

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Nova." Devil Anse told me, his piercing blue eyes scrutinizing me as he looked me over. His gaze was petrifying, it felt like he could see right through me and down to my very soul. I swear my heart and stopped and was frozen in my chest as he studied me. His eyes landed on my hands and the pie I was holding, prompting him to ask in a deep cool tone, "What'd ya got there?"

"I made an apple pie. It's homemade by scratch, not frozen from a box." I answered Devil Anse as I white knuckled the foil covered piedish. I made sure to let the imposing man smoking on his pipe like a chimney know that I wasn't some bimbo but was a real baker and cooker. I knew that knowing how to cook would get me brownie points, mountain men loved their homemade sweets and large homecooked meals. Or at least I hoped the pie I baked would break the ice with me and the Hatfield clan.

Devil Anse looked me over before pulling his pipe from his mouth. Turning his head to look at the kitchen some yards away he called, "Levicy, come get Nova and the apple pie she made us. Maybe she can be of some use to ya in the kitchen."

"He likes ya. Wouldn't be sendin' you to help mama and my sisters cook if he didn't." Cap whispered into my ear before taking a seat in an open spot on the sofa next to Uncle Jim and Johnse, who looked like he was ready to puke or shit his pants, while his mother, a tall woman with striking facial features, walked over to me.

"Let's get this set aside then you can help me put more glaze on the ham." Levicy told me, taking the pie from my hands before ushering me into the kitchen.

"So, how'd ya meet Cap?" Betty, Cap's golden blonde little sister, asked me as I helped everyone peel potatoes as we sat huddle by some bowls, one for cleaned potatoes and the other holding ones needed peeling, as we sat at the table.

By everyone I mean Cap's mama Levicy, his sister Nannie who was 24, Mary Jane who was 19, and of course Betty who was 17. Cap had another little sister named Rosie who was nearly 8, but she was off playing with the other children and Cotton. And they were all blonde too. Devil Anse had bronze hair, flittered with silver strands by the temple, and Levicy had toffee colored hair that had natural caramel and gold highlights in it so I guess I can see how all the kids were dirty blonde or golden blonde. Perhaps Levicy or even the devil himself had lighter hair as a child.

Oh, I also learned that Cap was the second eldest of 13 Hatfield children. Yea fucking 13 kids! Dear lord it was more then what Randall and Sally McCoy had and I always thought they were nuts for having like 9 kids. Sheesh, guess Anse and Levicy really wanted a big family or just didn't believe in birth control.

I smiled at Betty before simply telling her, "We met at a courthouse."

"Details. Nova, we want details." Mary Jane told me, looking at me with one of those please tell us everything type looks, as she quickly worked on cleaning a potato.

"Yes, how did you meet Cap?" Levicy asked before adding in a matter-of-fact tone, "You're not a hussy so I know it wasn't at no titty-bar or club." Wow, Mama-Hatfield was brash. Geez, nice way of wording I'm a nice girl.

"Johnse met his third wife at the titty-bar." Nanny clarified for me, a disapproving look on her sweetheart shaped face.

"Oh…" Yea, it didn't surprise me much since Johnse lived in a shithole out in a holler so far from civilization. And when I saw far I mean it was a long ride from Cap's and his house is far in the hills. Not too far from Devil Anse's though, since the large Hatfield house was positioned off of a fork that diverted from a main road, the road that when driven eventually went by where Cap's street was.

"So, tell us about you and Cap." Mary Jane urged, tossing her peeled potato into the large bowl in the middle of us on the table we all sat around.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell ya'll how we met in length." I gave in, smiling at all of them as I finished up my potato. Tossing it into the bowl I began my tale of the memory with, "I had just walked over to the court clerk…"

Beginning of Flashback/Memory:

I had just walked over to the court clerk, who was arguing with some tall lanky guy with blonde shaggy hair. Standing behind him I could hear him say, "But, Betsy, my boss ADA Shepard wanted me to see Judge Harris. Ya can be a peach and let me go see him in his chambers, can't you?"

Clearly he'd been trying to get clearance to head on back to a judge's chamber for a while now, or at least that's what the pleading edge in his voice hinted at. The clerk just sighed, "I'll call him, let him know you need to see him." I could see her give him a pointed look before hearing her say, "Please, step aside so the nice lady behind you can see me."

The man just nodded his head before turning to leave. I thought he was going to go left, to where some benches to sit and wait at were on, so I just stepped straight ahead. Wrong move since I smacked right into the freakishly tall man, turns out he wasn't going left and went straight after pivoting instead.

"Omph." Flew out of my lips, due to my shock and surprise of smacking into the tall power suit clad guy.

"Whoa, there, babe. Ya a'ight?" He asked me, one of his hands circling gingerly around my upper arm to keep me steady on my black high heels.

I looked up to answer him, but blanched a bit. Oh, I wasn't expecting him to be my age and half-blind. Oh dear… "I'm alright…thank you…"

As he let go of my arm he looked at me, a slight frown crossing his ruggedly gorgeous features. "My eye's botherin' ya, ain't it? Sorry bout that, had it since I was a kid."

Great, way to go now I'm giving him a complex about his blind eye. Blah. "Oh, no, no, it's fine. I'm not bothered. Just, uh, embarrassed that I walked into you's all. I should've been paying attention to where I was going."

"You don't gotta ramble and make excuses. I'm not offended, most people are put off my this." The man told me, pointing to his eye at the end of his remark.

Holding up the filed in my hand I told him, "I need to get these dropped off for my boss. I need to talk with Betsy."

"Who're ya, baby?" He smiled, his deep waving voice having a curious tone to it, as he looked at me with a slight tilt of his head. I could feel his good eye roaming over me. Oh and I would pick today to wear my tighter black dress pants and deep v-neck button up blouse. I was literally on display, not wonder he was calling me babe and baby.

"Just a lawyer, one of many that come through this courthouse." I told him as I felt my stomach flutter from the attention that I was getting. Attention that I wasn't seeking and surely wasn't used to. I wasn't the girl that got hit on while doing simple daily things. No, I was the type that got set up on blind dates by my friends cause I seemed to frighten off guys due to my big mouth and pleasant personality.

His brow quirked up before he asked, "Don't you got a name?"

"That you don't need to know." I retorted, not in the mood to be playing whatever game he was getting at.

The man looked me over before asking, "Hmm, if I find out who you are will ya let me take you out to make up for starlin' ya with my milky capped over eye?"

"Sure, but I doubt you'll do that." I told him before walking away from him and over to Betsy. I could here in the background the sound of loafers clunking against the marble floor, indicating that the man was now going to one of the benches to sit down in.

"Betsy, I'm dropping these off to be checked in and filed for he Dent case." I told the woman behind the clerk's counter.

"Thank you, miss." Betsy, the middle-aged clerk that wore too much blush and had a chunky pearl necklace around her neck, simply told me as she took the files from my hand.

I smiled and told her, "Have a good day.", before walking away from the clerk desk.

As I passed by the man sitting in the waiting area on the left side wall I heard his deep rolling voice pipe up with, "Baby, I'll see ya 'round sometime."

Yea, I bet I'm really going to see him again. Tall guy's full of shit, no way is he going to track me down. Blah, I need to get back to my office and forgot that shaggy blonde's hot voice that was deep and course like a rolling ocean wave. I could get lost in that voice. I need to get a grip, I'm never going to see him again.

As I exited the courthouse and went to the parking lot to get to my car I repeated over and over to myself to forget his deep sexy voice and not to expect a run in with him ever again.

End of Flashback/Memory:

"As I exited the courthouse and went to the parking lot to get to my car I repeated over and over to myself to forget his deep sexy voice and not to expect a run in with him ever again." I told everyone, ending my trip down memory lane, as we all tossed the last of the potatoes into the bowl.

"Cap found you since you're here." Levicy remarked as she got up from her seat at the table and took the bowl of potatoes over to counter where a large pot was waiting for them.

"How'd he find you?" Betty asked while her sisters got up from the table, rushing over to check on other foods that was already on the stove.

"He asked the clerk who I was and she told him my first name and what firm I was from." I answered Betty as we got up from the table while Levicy filled the large potato pot up with water.

"Of course, he did. My son's a clever one." Levicy smirked as she placed the filled-up pot of the stove and switched on the burner.

"What'd he do when he tracked you down?" Mary Jane asked as she stirred a pot of beans with a wooden spoon.

"Sent me a small box of chocolate covered strawberries with a note. In the note he said he was serious about wanting to take me out to eat to make up for his eye freaking me out." Those strawberries and the fact that he had figured out I was Novella from Cumbers & Brown had peeked my interest and made me give him a chance. It wasn't everyday a guy was going out of his way to find me.

"He gave you his number, didn't he?" Betty asked dreamily like most teenaged girls would, eyelashes batting as she smiled with excitement.

"Yea, Betty, he did. He also signed the note with 'Name's William, but please call me Will.'." I answered while grabbing the mitts from the counter and slipping them on.

Levicy looked at me, her schooled features faulting a bit, as I opened the oven and checked on the ham. She came right up to my side only to say, "Looks done. Move it on the platter and set it on the table while we finish the sides."

As I took the ham out of the stove I looked over my shoulder for a moment only to see Will sitting on the couch looking content to be with his family again. He spotted me, our eyes locking for a moment, and smirked at me. I smiled back a him before bringing the ham over to the spot on the counter where a large platter was awaiting the large ham. Silently I transferred the meat to the platter and placed it on the middle of the extra-long table.

So far dinner with the Hatfields was going pretty good, but the night was still young and the meal still needed to be eaten. Hopefully everything continued on with smooth sailing.

AN:

Hatfield family dinner will be concluded in the next chapter.