So here I am blatantly using this platform to let you know that my baby sis is showing an interest in writing! It's because I am awesome and I love it, so naturally she wants to be where all the cool kids are, her screen name is the-different-child, only it's not bolded I just did that so that you would notice it! Her current story is The Case From Hell a sequel to her story Losing Her Past. I think it's pretty sweet, and be nice to my kids sister peoples! As always enjoy :)

Peace

Don's head was hammering, how had he gotten himself into this? He had been asking himself that for the last three hours, why did he agree to this blatant torture? He watched Danny out of the corner of his eye, who was lifting the hay bales with a little more ease than he, probably because he had a little bit more practice with this.

Don wasn't out of shape, in fact until this morning he had considered himself quiet fit. But fit for other things, hard labor, but not so hard on his arms. He worked his legs in the chases, and his brain in cases, and he had used his strength to subdue an unwilling suspect. But he was clearly not cut out for lifting hay bales on a twenty-four seven basis.

Which Jethro had clearly pointed out to him in the last three hours, and the smirk that appeared on his face each time he turned from his own work, suggested he had done it on purpose.

"I'm gonna go in the house for a while, you boys need anything?" He asked, only looking at Danny.

Don had wanted to scream at him since arriving, that his message was clearly received. He understood that Jethro didn't deem him worth of his daughter, and that his affection for her wasn't enough to satisfy him. But if it was enough for Syler, it should be enough for him.

Danny shook his head, Don knew he wasn't answering because his jaw was clenched for tight trying to support the hay bale he had, stupidly, held in mid air as he paused to listen to Jethro's question.

He only glanced at Don as he strode past him, and Danny watched him make an obscene gesture at the over bearing old man.

"Calm down," He warned his friend, "He means well."

"For you maybe, you have already won his beloved daughter, he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," Danny said wiping away the sweat that was trailing down his face, and pulling loosing on the wife beater he had stripped down to, to give himself some air, "What made you think that anyway?"

"I don't know, everything. Everything I have ever said to the man, was met with a grunt, and a disapproving stare. Even when I introduced myself, Delilah had to tell his name, it's like before he even met me, he had decided that it didn't matter how much I am in love with Syler, I'm not good enough for her." He jerked hard on another hay bale, leaving the rest of his sentence unsaid, and carrying it outside of the barn to the trailer that waited there.

He returned to find Danny in the same spot, his hand frozen mid fix, on his glasses, and he eyed Don, "You love Sy?" He asked him quietly.

Don felt the heat creeping up his face, he hadn't meant to say that to anyone yet. But the thought had never entered his mind that Danny would hear it first.

"Um--yeah." Don said sheepishly.

"Well that's great, have you told her yet?" Danny hadn't meant to prod, but with thought of Don becoming actual family was one that spurred him on.

"No, I haven't, I just realized it right before we left for Montana."

He could still remember the moment it had happened, but a low whistle stopped him. He turned to see Syler striding towards the barn with two sweating glasses of lemonade, eying like a piece of meat, and it made him smile, handing one to Danny she turned to Don, and took a sip of his before handing it off.

"That's just gross." He told with mock seriousness, and he purposefully turned to glass to avoid the place where she had drank from.

Looking offended she scoffed at him, "I slaved over that lemonade buddy, and if you don't want it then fine you don't get it."

Danny laughed at them, greedily drinking his own not having realized just how thirsty he was until he had been tempted, Syler plucked the lemonade from his hand and started to walk away.

"Babe," He whined, catching her around the waist, "I was just kidding."

Turning around in his embrace, she leaned back to skeptically scan his face, before licking around the rim of the glass and handing it to him, Don had tried to pretend that he was unaffected by this, and he looked at the glass before taking a long slug, and smiling at her when he had drained nearly half the glass.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, and smiled slyly at him, standing on her tiptoes to whisper something to him, Don's eyes got wide, and he turned panicked eyes to Danny.

"Well, I should really go and see what Lindsay is doing, but I'll see you just later." Danny said, hastily leaving, happy for any excuse to leave the blistering heat of the summer.

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Jethro turned from the kitchen table, and his conversation with his wife to look at Danny, who had tried to slip quietly in the back door. He glanced at them and smiled, "I've got to tell Lindsay something." He lamely told them, and disappeared up the stairs.

He watched the stairwell, until he couldn't hear him anymore, and turned back to his wife.

"I mean it J, you leave that boy alone. He means well, and Syler adores him, you can't tell her who she can and can't see anymore."

"I never could in the first place." He grumbled unhappily.

She smiled at him, and stopped dry the plate in her hands, "True, so why does it matter?"

Jethro was about to answer when the reality of Danny coming inside, and leaving Don and Syler outside alone sunk in, leaning back in her chair, he watched the front of the barn for a moment, and when he saw no movement he grunted.

Standing, he threw open the door and didn't bother to close it again.

"I mean it Jethro Monroe!" Delilah called after him through the open kitchen window, he waved a hand at her, not to say that he had heard her, but more to wave her off.

Rounding the corner he found the barn deserted, and looking over to the hay stall he squinted, and was about to turn when he heard creaking from upstairs. Looking toward the stairs he heard laughter, followed by Syler emerging holding Don's hand, and the jacket he had watched her leave his home with no where in sight.

They stopped at the sight of him, and Syler just stared wide eyed at her father, while Don was searching for places where he wouldn't find him. Taking a deep breath Jethro calmed himself.

"Why don't you come with me." Jethro said, slowly crooking a finger at Don, and then turning to walk away before receiving a reply.

Looking at Syler for a moment, he dropped her hand, and kissed her forehead, sure that it could possibly be the last time he had the chance, if the wild look in her fathers eye was any indication.

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Fairly quickly if I may, I want to give a special thanks to afrozenheart412, who not only has been with me since the beginning. But to my memory, has given me gloriously long, detailed, and comical reviews that make my heart sing. Every time I seem the screen name next to the in my inbox, I jump for joy, not literally you understand, but the sentiment is still a nice one. So thank you again afrozenheart412, I appreciate you all the more.