Disclaimer: I don't own anything here (except for Al) and am just doing this for fun and to pass the long months until Season 4.

When Billy returned to the garage, he found Al finishing up the work on the Skylark and his brother pacing around next to the car. Tim asked to have a word with him the office. Billy shrugged and followed him back there, surprised when Tim shut the door.

"Billy, we got a problem....Dad's here."

"Dad? Our dad? Here, where?" Billy's forehead wrinkled in confusion..

"Here in the waiting room. He came in asking for us, and then said his truck needed an oil change."

"You let him in here?" Billy asked his brother in an angry, incredulous tone.

"No, Al was here when he came in. And don't you dare say anything – how was she supposed to know who he was?"

Billy ran his hand through his hair. "Does he know we're back?"

Tim shook his head. "He's sleeping in the waiting room."

Billy let out a sigh of relief. "Easy, then, we let D'Andre give him his truck back and he goes along on his way. No harm, no foul."

Tim rolled his eyes. "Billy, you really think he's going to go away that easy? Besides, he knows where you live. He'll probably just go wait there. Maybe have coffee with Mindy and meet his grand-kids."

"Shit. I do not want that man anywhere near my kids." Billy picked up the phone and buzzed Al on the intercom, asking her to come back to the office. She was there in seconds.

"Yeah?" She asked as she closed the door behind her. She could hear Billy talking, but her focus was on Tim.

"I need you to go to my place and tell Mindy to take the kids to her mother's. Right away. Help her leave. She's going to give you a hard time because TJ's got a cold and she just got him to sleep. But I know she'll listen to you."

"What should I tell her?"

"Just tell her that Walt's back and I'd feel better if she spent some time out of the house. Tell her I'll call her at Angela's in a few hours."

Al nodded and gave Tim's hand a little squeeze before she left. His fingers were uncharacteristically cold and his face was blank.

"Now what do we do?" asked Tim after Al left.

"Now, we wait a few minutes, maybe ten or fifteen, and then we give him the keys to his truck and tell him to get the hell out and stay gone."

"Do you think that'll work?"

"You got a better idea?"

Tim shook his head and looked down, avoiding Billy's eyes.

"Shit, Tim, you don't want to listen to whatever he's got to say, do you?"

"No, I just-"

"Just nothing. You don't owe that man a thing. Not a damn thing. It didn't exactly work out the last time you gave him a second chance."

Tim folded his arms and sat down in the chair in front of Billy's desk. Billy waited for him to say something, but Tim had always had a talent for shutting down. Billy sighed and leaned up against the desk.

The brothers sat in silence, not looking at each other, until Billy stood up straight and took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Tim nodded and followed his brother out of the room. They found D'Andre closing the hood on Walt's truck. Billy took the keys from him.

"Do me a favor, D'Andre, go tell that guy his truck is ready, that I'm waiting here with the keys. Then wait by the front desk there, just in case you have to call the cops?"

The intern's eyes widened. "You expectin' trouble?"

Billy shrugged. "Please, just do it."

D'Andre walked over to the waiting room and Billy tried not to groan. He's forgotten the kid was slower than a Dallas traffic jam. The seconds were building up the tension in his brain and he just wanted to get this done.

Walt came out of the waiting room and walked across the floor in confident, even steps, as though he was stepping onto a golf course to play an opponent he expected to beat easily.

"Billy, Timmy. You boys have really done well here. I'm proud. Damn proud."

"Save it Dad," said Billy through clenched teeth. "I don't know why you're here and I don't want to know. Just get in the truck and leave."

Walt flinched. "Billy, I know you're mad, but I was hoping we could talk. A man gets to be my age and he starts to regret things, wants to change them."

Billy's face was stone. Tim stood next to him, refusing to meet his father's pleading looks.

"Look, boys, I'm begging you here, I don't expect you to let me in the way you did last time. I know I screwed that up. But, you know, I'm getting older and realizing what's really important."

Billy let out a short, bitter laugh. "You mean you're starting to realize you're not going to be able to hustle golf for a living much longer and you're looking for new suckers to take advantage of. No way. Just get in the truck and leave. Now."

Walt looked at his younger son. "Timmy-"

"No, Dad. Don't," said Tim, his voice pure steel. "You're not welcome here, or at the house. Show up at either place, we'll call the cops."

Walk looked like he was going to argue. Instead, he put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "All right, all right. No need to threaten me. I wasn't trying to make trouble."

Billy rolled his eyes. Tim looked over to the desk and saw Al standing next to D'Andre. Usually, it made Tim laugh because the intern's massive size made her look like even more of a midget in comparison. But he was in no mood to laugh.

"I'm just your father, that's all. Y'all want to forget that or pretend like it doesn't mean anything, well, then, I guess that's on you." Walt got into his truck and drove away.

Billy looked at his brother. "That was almost too easy."

"You think he'll be back?" Tim asked, looking down as Al slipped her arms around his waist.

"I hope to God not, but who knows?" Billy headed off to his office, wanting nothing more than to take a handful of aspirin and have a nap.

"You okay?" Al's voice was warm and her eyes were concerned. It was an invitation to talk, but Tim didn't feel like talking.

He nodded and pulled her close. "You done with that Skylark?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Anything coming in this afternoon that Billy and D'Andre can't handle?"

She shook her head. "Afternoon looks quiet."

"Good. Let me talk to Billy. I'm thinking he'll let us have the rest of the day off."

Tim picked up the phone and rang Billy's extension. Al couldn't make out any of his mumbled conversation but she could see his shoulders relaxing. He returned to her and took her hand.

"Let's go take the dogs to the lake and just relax, okay?"

Al nodded and Tim forced himself to smile, even though he knew it didn't reach his eyes and knew that Al would notice and know the difference.