Blue Spanish Eyes

We, Tauna Petit-Strawn and Ghostwriter85, do not own the copyrights to Bonanza.

NOTE: Due to Tauna's hectic schedule, and my life also being busy, the decided goal is to post once a week. HUGE thanks to Tauna for consenting to co-write this with me.

Chapter Six

Noise, noise and more noise; it was driving Michael nuts. Camilla and her mother were going on and on about Rosita not showing up for dinner. The man tried telling them she had taken an indefinite leave of absence.

"But we bought this place together." Camilla fumed as she plopped herself in a tacky looking want-to-be blue chair.

"And you sold your share to her when you went to Europe." Michael set his jaw hard, "And now since she's left papers saying I am in charge, and it has you ticked!" he glared at her. "Even to the point of having me; her own cousin, checked out by the cops." Michael took a deep breath finished what he had to say and then rolled his eyes as he threw up his hands when the two women went at again.

Deciding the earache wasn't worth it; the man headed out the door. It was only when he was outside did he speak softly only to himself and his dog. "I think it' about time I visited that man named Barry Anderson whom Rosita was talking to a lot. Something is up, but I don't know what. Though, I'm not about to tell those two flaky women that." After walking to his truck, Michael allowed his dog to join him. Soon the two of them were on the road heading for Mr. Andersons'.

The drive to Carson was uneventful, and Michael saw nothing to sidetrack his mind, other than spying some cop dealing with a minor wreck. "See, Charlie," The man said as he patted the dog's head, "that's what one gets for speeding."

Michael pulled up thinking he'd be the only visitor, but a blue car was parked in front of Barry's gate. It surprised him as he was under the impression the man was a loner, a "nobody", etc. Turning off his truck Michael entered the gate and knocked on the door. Moments later Barry opened the door and mouthed and again shocked Michael when he mouthed 'Don't ask questions now, later'; out loud the gentleman only invited him downstairs.

A scrawny man with corny looking glasses out of some poorly directed sci-fi film, wearing a suit most likely borrowed from some inadequately supplied prop department and holding a clip board stood in Barry's basement. Michael half expected the man say some dry line written by his drama teacher.

"This is Mr. Kipper, some guy from the science department sent him over." Barry's mouth smiled while his eyes still warned him to keep quiet.

"Oh, what's up?" Michael was shocked to have the man ask him questions to the whereabouts of Rosita; heck, the man even called him by his name as Barry had went to introduce him. "Last thing she told me was she needed a vacation." That wasn't a lie; she had been talking about one.

"Did she mention anything in regards to time-jumping?" If Barry hadn't given him the heads up Michael might have jerked visibly; as it was, he laughed and said the man surely had to be joking.

"I don't joke important scientific matters. No one should be attempting to time-ump without the aid of professionals." Michael had to choke back a laugh as he watched Barry; behind the man's back, stick his finger in his mouth and roll his eyes.

"She thought it was a bunch of hogwash." Well, that was partially true; she'd actually said something during a discussion along those lines. Her exact words had been she thought it was hogwash to attempt something you hadn't trained yourself for, but this nitwit in front of him didn't need to know that.

"If that is the case, why did you travel all the way from Virginia City to Carson to talk to Mr. Anderson?" The man really needed someone to yank the man's nose out of the air.

Michael did not hide his disgust at the gentleman. He snapped back, "He's an old family friend; shouldn't I be allowed to visit?" Okay, so old friend was stretching it, but Barry did know Michael's late father.

The man asked a few more questions; all of them completely insane and finally said it was time for him to go. It was only when the two men were standing outside the gate; with the nerdy looking guy driving off the property did Barry begin to speak.

"Follow me." Barry took Rosita's cousin to the back of the property. "We can talk here."

"Why not in your office?" Michael had asked around and all the sources said the man had a thing for doing business in his makeshift office.

"That idiot has the place bugged and thinks I don't know it. I just wish I knew how he got turned onto this case in the first place." Barry said knowing it was something that he would never know. He pointed to a chair, indicting for Michael to use it. "Now what did you come up here for?"

"Where did Rosita go? I mean what year." Michael leaned forward. "I found a paper," He hurried to say he'd burnt the thing when he saw Barry's eyes grow wide. "Anyhow, my cousin said she was going to go back in history one way or another. And I happen to know she checked you thoroughly out."

"She tell you that or you find more papers?" Barry was relieved when Michael pulled out a little brown book, handed it to him and suggested he burn it.

"I didn't actually read what was in that book; other than Rosita said you'd given her a lot of information. Now, tell me what's going on." Barry did; to a point, but without admitting he'd actually been the one to help her accomplish such a stunt, and Michael about died.

"Can she get back?" The man didn't want to believe Barry when the fellow told him what Rosita's response had been. "But if she changed her mind, she could get back?"

"As long as that idiot who just left doesn't get any 'professional' to go back and attempt to bring her back." That got an 'uh' out of Michael and he asked for an explanation. "Those idiots are educated imbeciles! They don't think it matters what color of light you jump with, nor the shape or time frame you use." Barry went onto to explain that as long as Rosita made it back there, and wasn't stuck in limbo and followed whatever instructions she'd been given to the T, she'd live a long and happy life no matter which decade she decided to stay in.

"So, her only real danger; other than that limbo bit are those idiots? She can come back after she's done with her vacation?" Michael asked as he watched Barry toss the book into a brown metal bin and start the item on fire.

"Well, not as far as I know. I would think the events in this century has little to do with what happens to her there. I can't promise about any danger that exists in the nineteenth century." That got him a 'I figure that much' look. "So, when it comes to our time, pray those idiots don't get back there and if they do? Pray even harder they don't get it into their heads to force her back thinking to show off a success only to be hauling back a dead body." Barry didn't dare tell Michael she'd gone back for far more than a simple vacation. And his gut instincts told him Rosita would put up a fight before consenting to come back to the twentieth century.