Greetings! Welcome to part 2 of Harrison and Tess's first a discussion with DoctorHarrisonWells I made a few edits and am re-posting this chapter. Let me know if it works better. For now I'm calling this story complete with this chapter. If anyone feels I need to continue, let me know. I do have a few ideas for the next part. Thanks! -CT

Chapter 2

Sighing, Harrison leaned against a railing, taking in breaths of the cool night air. He wasn't a big fan of Tess's home town, but it had been easy to tell that Tess wanted them to come to the party. Who was he to say 'no' to the woman of his dreams? Smiling, he shook his head and pulled out the cigar he'd brought as part of his costume. While he had no intention of smoking it, he wanted something to do with his hands. Spinning the cigar between his fingers he studied the night sky. For several minutes he satisfied himself with star gazing and spinning the cigar while he cooled down.

Feeling more comfortable, he turned to head back inside and ran smack into someone. Before he could apologize the person was kissing him, hard. Grumbling in his throat, he tried to push the person away, his hands coming up against a strong male chest. A shout reached his ears and somebody was grabbing him by his shoulders. Unable to fight against both men, he could tell they were men, Harrison found himself being thrown down the stairs. As he hit the ground he cried out, his ankle twisting painfully.

Somebody dragged him to his feet. Harrison had a moment to catch his breath before somebody punched him soundly in the gut. Doubling over in pain, Harrison caught a glimpse of Trent before a fist forced his eyes shut. He was outnumbered, caught by surprise, and generally, not a fighter. Harrison usually did all his fighting with his mind. Sure, he might have been able to land a punch or two, but he counted at least two guys wailing on him, possibly three. A scream broke through his pain filled mind and a moment later somebody was helping him.

Staggering away from the circle of pain he'd been caught inside of, Harrison wiped blood from his face and stared in amazement as little mousy Chloe beat the crap out of his attackers using her broom. She'd pulled the head off and was using it as a staff, rapidly spinning and jabbing with it to land painful sounding blows. Now Harrison had time to get his bearings and count five attackers. One was definitely Trent.

Tess's former love interest was getting ready to attack her best friend from behind, with a knife. Seeing it, Harrison launched himself at the man, ending up back in the thick of the fight. With Chloe at his side, he did better, managing to land several good punches. It was starting to look like they were evenly matched, five to Harrison and Chloe's two when a gunshot sounded. Everyone froze.

Standing at the top of the stairs leading into the courtyard was a man dressed like he'd stepped out of a western. On his vest he wore a rather modern looking star. "That's enough," the man declared.

"Sheriff, we were attacked," Trent declared.

"Liar," Chloe spat out. Blinking rapidly, Harrison tried to follow what was happening. Adrenaline was racing through his system but it was slowly burning off, leaving him painfully aware of injuries he'd not realized he had.

"Everyone, up against that wall, hands and feet spread," the sheriff declared. There was some general grumbling. Not wanting to cause any trouble, Harrison tried to turn and do as he was told. When he went to put weight on his left ankle, it gave out and he dropped to the ground.

"Get up Gomez," the sheriff ordered.

"Sorry," Harrison mumbled, rolling and trying to get up. He was very much aware of the man standing near him with the gun. Guns were uninteresting to Harrison, barbaric really. "My ankle." He struggled to his feet only to have the foot give out again. This time he managed an awkward kind of hop. Everyone else had started for the wall. Stopping, Chloe came back to help Harrison. With her help he hopped to the wall and glancing over his shoulder, did as he was told.

There were several minutes where the sheriff simply watched them. It turned out they were waiting for deputies. As soon as the reinforcements arrived the entire group was handcuffed and hauled off to the sheriff's office and jail.

The jail wasn't big enough for all of them. Harrison and Chloe ended up in an unused office, their hands cuffed behind their backs. Nobody seemed to care that Harrison was injured, not did they ask him if he needed any assistance. For a while Chloe sat and gazed out into the office. For his part, Harrison turned his mind to more interesting things, like science. He wasn't sure how long he managed to lose himself to his thoughts before Chloe turned her intense gaze to him. Realizing she was staring at him, Harrison blinked and sat up a little wincing at a pain in his side.

"Something wrong?"

"You're bleeding," Chloe pointed out. Looking down at himself, Harrison hummed as he realized that the white stripes on his suit were slowly turning red on the left side of his abdomen. Harrison quickly did a self diagnosis, letting the pain through the mental barriers he'd thrown up as the adrenaline had started to wear off.

"Would you look at that," Harrison mused. "You don't happen to have a hair pin we could get?"

"You'll have to pull it out with your teeth," Chloe declared. At Harrison's agreeable nod she stood and came over to sit near Harrison. Leaning in, she presented her left temple to him so that Harrison could see the hairpin and grasp it with his teeth.

"Got it," he said around the pin between his teeth. Pulling away from Chloe, he turned his head and dropped the pin onto the chair next to his thigh. With some shifting he managed to get it into his hand. Smiling a little, he was enjoying the physical challenge, he focused on working through his sense of touch.

"You can't pick real handcuffs with a hairpin," Chloe informed him. Instead of answering Harrison just hummed to himself.

"Gotcha," he declared a moment later as the cuffs clicked and he freed himself. Stretching his arms out, he worked to get the circulation back to his hands. "Come here." Knowing his leg wouldn't hold him, he motioned Chloe over.

"You are amazing. No wonder Tess is in love with you," Chloe said as she came over.

"I don't know about that," Harrison said, focusing more on the job at hand than the conversation. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"My dad," Chloe said. Looking over her shoulder at him, she was amused with the way he was handling the situation. There came a click and clink as the cuffs released from her wrists and dropped to the floor. Turning, Chloe was amused to see Harrison already moving on to taking care of himself. "I've called him. He used to be sheriff till the idiot over there took over. Numbnuts went to school with Trent and the others."

Sitting back, Harrison was carefully unbuttoning his suit coat and shirt to see where the bleeding was coming from. He'd taken something that looked like a large wallet out of the inside of his coat and was leaning back against the bench. Chloe watched, taking out her camera and began snapping pictures. "Doesn't sound good for us. What are you doing?" Harrison asked, not looking up. He had found the source of the blood. "Man, looks like one of them slashed me. How ironic is that. Happy Halloween, have a slashing abdominal wound."

"I'm documenting," Chloe declared. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a doctor. I'm treating a patient," Harrison said, his chin to his chest to hold his shirt clear of the wound and also so he could get a better look at it. While he probed the wound with one hand he opened the wallet looking thing with the other.

"What is that?"

"Suture kit."

"You carry a suture kit with you?"

"I'm dating Tess. I learned after our second date it was good to be a little prepared for the worst." While he talked Harrison started cleaning the wound the best he could with an alcohol swab from his kit. When he was done with that he pulled out the needle and silk and started stitching himself up.

"What in the hell," this was the sheriff. Apparently he'd noticed that his prisoners were no longer handcuffed and had come in to investigate. Chloe snapped a picture of him as he angrily stalked into the room.

"Hey Sheriff, come on it. Just needed a little medical attention," Harrison said. He stayed focused on his wound which seemed to upset the sheriff.

"You can't do that!" The sheriff didn't seem to know what else to say.

"Yeah, well if you'd bothered to ask if we needed medical attention, or even talk to us at all, I wouldn't have to do this. As it is, the bleeding didn't stop so I had to stitch it up. Plus, yes, I can do this. See, I'm doing this." Grinning, Harrison smiled brightly up at the sheriff as he paused mid-stitch.

"Harrison!" Tess's voice carried into the room. She had been trying to get in to see her boyfriend for hours. The sheriff had finally agreed to let her speak to Harrison but had insisted she wait out front. Tess wasn't always good with following orders. Hearing the sheriff's shout she'd followed him in and seen Harrison stitching himself up. A number of other people had followed her as well, so the office was rapidly becoming chaos as more people entered and several flashes went off as photos were taken of the sheriff yelling at a prisoner for stitching himself up.

"Hey, Tess!" Harrison cheerfully waved with his free hand. "Can you come give me a hand?" Nodding, Tess rushed to the room, pushing past the sheriff and immediately going to her boyfriend's aid. The sheriff stood there for a moment looking like he'd been caught in headlights, his eyes darting around taking in all the media people. There were even people from the other county. Tess only had eyes for Harrison.

"Harrison, you look awful," Tess said as she studied his bruised and bloodied face.

"You should see what Chloe did to the other guys. Man, she knows how to dispense some serious butt kickings." Harrison grinned at the woman in question. "Oh, yeah, thanks for saving my life."

"No problem," Chloe grinned.

"Harrison, what the hell happened?"

"I don't know. I was getting ready to head back inside when I bumped into somebody. He started kissing me and the next thing I know a bunch of guys including Trent are beating the crap out of me. Threw me down the steps too." He finished with the stitches and with Tess's help got everything put away.

"I think that's the worst of it," Harrison said. "What's going on anyhow?"

"Sheriff isn't going to let anybody go until he can get to the bottom of this. Seems Trent and his guys are claiming you tried to rape one of them." Tess glowered at the sheriff, who had left to try to deal with the media people who had followed the female scientist inside.

"Bullshit," Harrison grumbled. "Jesus, the intellect of this sheriff we could be here for a year!"

"I know. It doesn't help that the sheriff went to school with Trent and the others. I'm afraid he's going to spin it to work in their favour. So, I called Hogan and asked him to call work for us tomorrow," Tess agreed.

"Wait, you called Hogan?" Harrison reached out taking Tess's hand. She nodded, looking confused. "Did you tell him I got beat up?"

"And arrested, yeah," Tess agreed. She could tell by Harrison's look that something serious was going to happen.

"How long ago was that?"

"An hour? Maybe two? Why?" A bellow sounded from the other room.

"Cause knowing Hogan he hopped the first plane he could get to the closest airport and drove the rest of the way," Harrison said. As he spoke another bellow sounded.

"Who is in charge here!" Forcing his way through the crowd was a huge man dressed in a smart looking three piece suit. His dark hair was brushed back and his caramel coloured skin almost seemed to glow in the lights of the station. "I need whoever is in charge here to take me to Dr. Harrison G. Wells now."

"Hogan, we're in here!" Tess called, poking her head out the door. Harrison waved through the office window, looking more like a child waving excitedly at a parent than a grown man to a friend. Seeing them, the giant man nodded and headed their way the sheriff scampering along behind.

"Now see here," the sheriff began, getting in front of Hogan and blocking the door.

"No, you see here. Alika Hogan, Dr. Wells's attorney. What have you charged my client with? Why is he being held? Have you gotten him medical attention?" With each question Hogan shoved a massive finger into the sheriff's chest and took a step forwards.

"Uhm," managed the sheriff.

"Doc, you okay? I came as soon as Tess called." Plowing forwards like the unstoppable force he was, Hogan was quickly at Harrison's side. "Damn doc, you stitch yourself up now?"

"I didn't have a choice Hogan. Bleeding wouldn't stop, sheriff wouldn't talk to us." Harrison shrugged, apparently more amused than anything else.

"You need to go to hospital, Doc?" Alika Hogan owned the building where Harrison lived. To say he was a teddy bear of a man didn't cover it. He was the kind of friend you wanted always on your side. With his massive size he was intimidating and he knew it. He looked out for those he called friends.

"No Hogan. Thanks. What I could use is a hot shower, some fresh clothes, and probably about eight hours of sleep," Harrison said.

"Might want some pain meds," Chloe suggested. She was messing around at the computer on the desk.

"No," Tess, Hogan, and Harrison all spoke in unison.

"Okay Doc, let's get you back to the hotel. Can you walk?" Hogan was studying Harrison intently, trying to decide if he was going to take the doctor for his word.

"Not really," Harrison answered honestly. "Sprained my ankle taking a tumble down some stairs."

"That's okay. I got this." Using a gentleness one wouldn't expect in a man Hogan's size, the behemoth slipped an arm under Harrison's legs and wrapped the other under his arms. Standing easily, Hogan turned towards the sheriff. The big man towered over the small time law enforcement officer. With a scowl, he focused his dark eyes on the sheriff.

"My client will be leaving unless you want to charge him with something," Hogan declared.

"Uhm," squeaked the sheriff.

"He won't be charging us with anything," Chloe said with a cockiness Harrison certainly wasn't feeling. She was leaning back in the chair in front of the computer, feet up on the desk. "Cause I have all the evidence he needs." Clicking something with the mouse, she grinned as the sounds of the party filtered into the room. "I have it all recorded."

Curious, the sheriff came over to stand next to Chloe. As he did the sounds changed to that of a fight. "Where did you get this?" The sheriff asked as he watched what was apparently video from the night.

"I've been fiddling with miniaturization," Chloe said. "Put a camera in my necklace." She held out the large pendent she had been wearing. "Didn't know there was going to be a fight but thought it would be fun to document the night."

"I see. Can you take that back again please?" Kneeling next to Chloe, the sheriff was now intently watching the video. He watched the video for several moments, glancing up and looking out at the media in the intermediate office a few times.

"See, proof we didn't start it," Chloe declared. "Shall I publicly share it? Will that help you make a decision?" Chloe was grinning like a cat with catnip.

The sheriff looked around, glanced at the computer and sighed. After a moment he stood. "Dr. Wells, you're free to go. My apologies for the misunderstanding. If there is anything I can do for you to make your stay here in our little town better, just let me know."

"I just want to get the hell back to the hotel," Harrison said.

"I'll make sure you make it there without any issues," the sheriff declared. Standing, he led the way out of the room and through the crowd. Hogan carrying Harrison followed with Tess only a few steps behind.

"Tess," Chloe called out before her friend made it to the crowd. "I like him. He's a keeper. His boyfriend too."

"Aren't they great?" The women shared a knowing smile and nod and then Tess followed after Harrison and Hogan.