Tarnished Heroes Chapter Thirty-Seven Followed the rules “I hear you in there!” Shouted a female voice. “If you’re another one of them reporters you better just get outta here! I gotta gun! I’ll shoot you! You’re not supppos’d ta be here!” The howling little voice was familiar and Calla was sure the owner did not possess a gun. “Annie?” Calla asked as she slowly walked out of the kitchen through the small hallway and into the living room where Annie was holding the fireplace poker in her hands. “What are you doing here? Where’s Nicholas?” “Mrs. J!” Annie shouted with delight. “I didn’t hear your car, how did you get here?” Looking out the front window, she noticed she didn’t see Mrs. J’s car either. Calla wasn’t sure what to say. “I was dropped off.” She managed and almost painfully made her way back into the kitchen. “Is it really Tuesday?” She looked down at the cake on the table. “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” Annie stuttered. “I didn’t know if you’d be home in time and I wanted Nick to have the cake and….” “It’s all right, Annie, you’ve done a very nice job. Thank you.” “You don’t look so good Mrs. J. Maybe you should sit down.” Annie suggested and pulled out one of the kitchen chairs. “Are you all right, Mrs. J?” She didn’t look all right. To Annie Calla looked like Death Warmed Over, she was shaking and her eyes were so puffy and red that she looked like she’d been sobbing for days. The simple white dress she was wearing—Annie thought it was a dress but really it looked more like a shirt—was wet and clinging to Calla’s small frame, Annie could see through the flimsy material. There was mudded sand sticking to Mrs. J’s clothes, skin and hair, it was almost as if she’d spent the night sleeping on the beach after a long drunk-fest. Annie had a butt-load of experience here, the woman definitely looked like she’d been in the Ozone layer and was crashing hard. “Maybe you’d like some orange juice?” Annie invited with a tentative smile and went to the fridge. The thirst was great and a big cold glass of O.J. sounded very good. “I’m fine, Annie, thank you, I’ll get the juice.” Calla looked at the open seat but didn’t take it. “No,” Annie told her, “I’ve got it.” She dumped ice into a glass and filled it with orange juice. “Here. Drink slow it might upset your stomach if you go too fast.” Annie sat down at the kitchen table. “Did you find Doctor J? Is he all right?” “Yes, Doctor J. is just fine, I’m sure he’ll be along soon. Where are my children?” Annie didn’t know where or how to start telling her about the comings and goings since she’d been gone. Colleen had fallen into a deep sleep two days ago—the doctors weren’t calling it a coma at least not according to Nick—Colleen had been at the infirmary on the Air Force Base ever since the news of Mrs. J’s disappearance broke. Mrs. J didn’t look like she couldn’t handle hearing that right now. “They’re at the base, they’ve been splitting their time between there and here waiting for you two to come home.” Annie explained. “I’ve sort of been house sitting in the meantime, I hope you don’t mind.” “I don’t mind.” That was very true. Over the months since Nicholas had been dating this little Wall Flower she’d grown very attached to her. She knew about Annie’s mother and the circumstances she was raising herself in and admired the young girl to no end. Perhaps it was simply because she saw so much of herself in Annie. They were the same size and Calla often ‘cleaned out her closet’ and gave Annie her ‘old clothes’. Callas’ head still hurt and as much as she liked Annie she wished the teenager wasn’t here right now. She’d like very much to go upstairs dive into her nightstand drawer for the last of the weed and the coke she had stashed there and sniff and toke herself into oblivion. “We were all so worried about you, the press has had a field day with this, they’ve been calling day and night, and they even reported that the Art Stalker may have gotten you.” “The who?” Calla asked in surprise. “That’s the name they came up with for the person who killed Mr. Dyer and Mr. Booker…the Art Stalker.” “Catchy,” Calla remarked with a half smile. “As you can see he didn’t get me.” She huffed and drank the juice. It was cold on her tongue and the back of her throat she wanted nothing more than to drink the whole thing down while sniffing a bunch of coke and making the world go away. “Would you lend me a hand with something?” It was the twins’ birthday and as always First Things First, she didn’t want them to think she’d forgotten about it. How could she? Next to the day she married Daniel it was the most important day of her life. “Sure,” Annie agreed and then followed Calla into the basement. “Mr. Hartley’s been by a lot, he’s been handling the media for the most part.” Well that was good news, it meant Andy was still here and he hadn’t gone back to New York. And that meant she had somewhere to go once she left this house. As soon as Annie was out of earshot, she’d call him and tell him to come and get her. Andy had given her his cell phone number from the start and not his home LAN line, Andy explained that he was hardly ever at home and so he never gave out that number to people he really wanted to be able to keep in touch with him. They walked past the TV and the pull out couch, past the washer and dryer into the small storage area. Calla opened the door, turned on the light and disappeared through the doorway. She came back with a shiny new rim. “I’ve got four of these.” “Ooooh!” Annie squealed as she took in the shiny Kreager rims. “Are these for Nick?” “Yes, authentic reproductions of the ones that came with his Mustang. Dan..his fa…we bought them last month for him.” So they had and the rims weren’t cheap, they were $500.00 each. At the time neither of them minded the expense, they both agreed that Nick would love these and since he was taking the car with him to UCLA in the fall, he’d look very good cruising the strip. “He’s going to love these!” Annie grabbed the second rim Calla pulled out and together they them hauled back up the stairs to the kitchen. “What did you get for Colleen?” From the look of the sun it was somewhere near noon. “Her present will be delivered any time.” Calla smiled sadly. They had bought Colleen a car for her birthday and it was scheduled to be delivered right after the school day closed at 2:30. She was heading off to father’s Alma Mater; the University of Chicago come fall and she’d need her own wheels to get around “You’ll see to it that Nicholas gets these, won’t you?” She asked. “Well, yeah sure but….” Annie’s eyes grew wide and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized something in Mrs. J’s eyes. “Where are you going Mrs. J?” “I have to go away Annie,” Calla explained quietly. “I know this is a terrible day to do it on but I don’t have another choice.” Annie knew from the older woman’s tone that there was big trouble in the Jackson family. Something terrible must have happened while they were away. “You can’t leave, not today,” Annie protested. “Nick will never forget it if you leave on his birthday and neither will Colleen.” Calla tried to be reassuring but she really didn’t feel like it, all she wanted to do was grab whatever she could and get out before Daniel came home. “It’s not like I’m going to Siberia or something, Annie,” Calla soothed. “I’ll be around. Very close by.” “That doesn’t matter!” Annie shouted and balled her little fists. “His birthday will always remind him of the day his mom left him if you walk out today! You’re not even gonna say good bye to him???” Annie stood up, her little face red with anger and her little fists clenching and unclenching. “How can you do that to Nick…..to Coley?” She looked at Calla, eye to eye, as they were the same height, “Don’t you love ‘em Mrs. J?” “I love my children very much. Annie, please listen…” “I thought you were better than that Mrs. J!” Annie shouted. “They love you and this is a real shitty thing to do on their birthday.” Thinking just as much about Nick and Cole as she was herself Annie burst into tears. “They’ll never forget it.” She cried and ran out of the kitchen. “Well that went well.” Calla whispered to no one. And she’s not even my daughter. This is going to be just awful for Nicholas and Colleen. Still, as much as she loved them and would go to the same lengths to keep them safe as she’d done for Daniel, Calla just couldn’t just be here when Daniel got home. No, she just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face him and ride that particular Merry-Go-Round again. It was best if she left quickly and quietly. One day Nicholas and Colleen would forget that their birthday was the same day their Mother left them and broke up their family. Yes, one day, they would celebrate the day of their birth rather than mourn it. After all, they had thousands of years ahead of them to get over it. Olympians were not like Mortals, they would get over it and if not they would find a way to bury it and go on. Calla drank down the last of the juice in the glass and made her way upstairs. As she passed by the living room, she saw Annie in the corner by the fireplace and punching buttons on her cell phone. Annie was calling Nicholas. Calla had to get Andrew here quicker than that. Stopping only long enough to grab the small baggie of white powder from the nightstand drawer, Calla grabbed the cordless and dialed Andy’s cell. Cell phone reception at the Air Force Based sucked because it was underground and Annie was forced to send Nick a text message; Ur Moms home 911 Upstairs in her room sitting on the edge of the bed with the cordless in one hand and baggie in the other…… One ring. One fingernail full of coke Two rings. Two fingernails Three rings. Three fingernails Four…. Sniff. “Hello! Calla, is that you, love?” Andy’s voice was rushed and full of hope. “Hi Andy,” she said and wiped the powder away from her face with the back of her hand. “I’m home.” “Are you all right? My god, dahling, I’ve been worried sick about you!” “Can you come and get me?” “What? What’s going on? Did you find Daniel?” She sounded awful, just terrible and in the direst of straights he could imagine. Andy was at his room at the Queen Anne B&B, he got up from the bed and grabbed up his car keys. “Yes I found him.” She started to cry. “Please, come get me.” “Where are you dahling?” He looked at the caller-id on the cell phone’s display quickly. “You’re at home, yes? I’m on my way out the door now.” He tore open the door to his room, took off down the hallway with its floral patterned carpet, and headed toward the main door. “Please hurry.” Calla sniffed back her tears and hung up the phone. She looked around the room with skittish eyes. What to take? She came to Daniel with nothing and she’d leave the same way. Well, except for a few minor details. Calla peeled off Ares’ wet shirt and yanked a pair of Levis’ from the closet, she stuffed the weed, pipe and baggie of coke into the front pocket as she jumped into them and grabbed the first top hanging before her. I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve just…got…to ..get…out…of here! Her heart raced as she looked around again and realized that everything that met her eye either belonged to Daniel or had been purchased during their marriage and she had no claim to anything. Maybe the photograph. Yes, definitely the photograph. She took the picture of their wedding from her nightstand. They looked so happy, both of them smiling with newborn Nicholas in Daniel’s arms and Colleen in hers. The couple there had such a long wonderful life ahead of them. Oh where had it gone and how had she lost it? She crossed the room quickly and yanked an overnight bag from the closet shelf Calla put the photograph into it. The coke made everything spin and pop to life. She would need a few things. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind too much if she took them. Calla grabbed a handful of underwear and a few bras and stuffed them in along with the photograph. Looking longingly down at the negligees in the drawer, she didn’t want to take those with her and wear for Andy what she’d worn for Daniel. So that was a big no on that one. What else? She opened the jewelry box on the dresser. So many pretty things he’d bought her over the years, so much sentimental value to each one. But no. She wasn’t entitled and she wouldn’t take the gems he’d lavished upon her. Well, maybe one. However, Daniel didn’t give it to her, Ares did. Her hand closed around Aphrodite’s anklet. That did belong to her, it wasn’t Daniel’s and he had no right to be angry if she took it with her. Into the bag it went. Nicholas was sitting next to his sister’s bed and watching the doctors fuss around her. They couldn’t do anything for her and he kept telling them that but they wouldn’t listen to him. They jammed needles in her arm and stuck little pads and monitors on her while she slept. Nick couldn’t see what she did but he knew what it was all the same. When Mom appeared in the Gate Room with Dad in her arms and so badly wounded Nick knew why she wanted to go to Ares, he knew what she was going to ask and so did Colleen. What neither of them realized was the depth of the Umpa’s reaction to their Mother’s request. Nick couldn’t see it and he was damn glad he couldn’t feel it but he still knew what Ares was doing, he knew Ares exacted the highest price Mom could pay for Dad’s Immortality. Colleen in her deep sleep was seeing and experiencing it all. She knew exactly what Umpa was doing tot heir Mother and what was going on in his cave. She’d fallen asleep within the half-hour of sending their parents to their grandfather. Colleen just dropped to the ground like a dead fly and he brought her down here where she’d been ever since hooked up to the stupid machines with the stupid doctors hovering around it. It seemed that it hadn’t take Umpa long to strike his bargain. Mom went along with it. What choice did she have? The cell phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He flipped it open to see the text message. “Oh shit.” Nick smoothed his hand over Colleen’s forehead. “It’s over, Cole but you already know that, don’cha?” He asked. “Sleep I’ll be back.” Nick took off for home. He zapped himself to the base parking lot and wanted to zap himself home but Annie would certainly notice if the Mustang didn’t pull up into the driveway. He flipped the cell phone open, jumped in behind the wheel and peeled out of the parking lot. He was sent immediately to the voice mail when he dialed his home number. That meant someone was on the line and not giving it up. He pushed the buttons for Annie’s pay-as-you-go cell number. “Annie, she’s home?” “She just sort of showed up,” Annie stammered. “Nick you gotta get home right now. She’s…she’s….oh, you just gotta get home!” The last thing she wanted was to be the one to tell him that his mother was leaving. “All right, calm down, I’m on my way. Look, Annie you gotta keep her there for me. Whatever you gotta do just keep her there.” “Nick you don’t understand…..” “I don’t care if you have to sit on her! Just don’t let my Mom leave the house.” Nick flipped the phone shut and sped off down the winding mountain road toward home. Don’t let her leave, that’s what he said. Confronting crashing junkies was something she was experienced in but didn’t like very much. Annie slowly made her way up the stairs to where she heard Calla rummaging around in the bedroom. “Mrs. J?” She asked as she poked her head into the doorway to see the small woman standing in the middle of the room and looking as though she were trying to decide what to do next. “Mrs. J?” She said louder. Calla’s brow furrowed as she looked up. “What is it Annie?” With her face turned toward her Annie saw the white powder under Calla’s nose and on her upper lip. They’d cleaned up the needles earlier but they hadn’t looked around. Seemed like they’d missed a stash of cocaine. Junkies were volatile people you just never knew what they were going to do or how they were going to respond to the smallest thing. Annie didn’t know if she should tell her that Nick was coming or not. “Maybe you should sit down,” Annie suggested as she walked into the room. “I could get you something to eat.” Annie smiled sweetly. “I bet you’re hungry. How about a grilled cheese?” She asked. That always soothed her mother’s stomach when she was like this. “Does that sound good?” The young girl kept her tone soft and inviting. “No, I have to go.” Calla told her with determination. “I know you’ll take good care of my son.” “And Coley? And Doctor J? Whose gonna take care of them?” Annie asked quietly. “They don’t need me.” Taking one last look around the room and still not finding much she could take away with her, Calla hoisted the overnight bag and its very light contents onto her shoulder. “I’m sorry you had to be here for this. I thought the house would be empty.” Nick said to sit on her if she had to. “Well, ok, but isn’t there anything else you want to take? That bag looks sorta light.” Annie said with a sad smile. “How about some clothes?” The closet door was open and to her it didn’t look as though much was missing from it. “You’ll need somethin’ to wear.” Annie suggested and walked past Calla toward the closet. Mrs. J always did like going through the closet with her. She was always letting Annie try on anything she wanted to. “This one’s pretty.” Annie held out a bright floral pattern dress. “It’s going to get hot soon.” She said calmly. “You’ll need something cooler to wear.” “Yes it is.” They were her clothes, what did Daniel want with them anyway? It wasn’t like he as going to dress up in her dresses or anything like that. Calla put the bag down on the bed and opened it. “All right, I’ll take that with me.” “OK.” Annie took her time removing it from the hangar and folding it neatly before handing it over to Calla who put it in the bag. Turning back to the closet, she grabbed for the nearest item. “How about these slacks?” She asked. “They’re very nice.” “I don’t like them, you can have them.” Calla told her. “I really have to go Annie, And…Mr. Hartley will be here soon.” She explained in a harrowed voice not being able to take standing in the bedroom she shared with Daniel for another moment. Calla picked up the overnight bag and headed out of the door. “What about your paintings?” Annie called after her as she reached for anything she could find to keep Mrs. J in the house. “Don’t you want them?” She almost shrieked and tried to control herself. “I mean, they’re worth a lot of money especially now that you won the photo contest and all….” “I what?” Calla asked. The bag dropped from her hand as she turned around to look at Annie. Yeah, well, she probably didn’t know. “You…Mr. Dyer….whoever, you won in three categories and,” she looked down at her feet. To anyone else this would be great news but not to Mrs J. “And took Best In Show too.” Annie looked up again. “Offers for your work having just been pouring in Mrs. J the mail box is full of ‘em, people are hanging out around your gallery, your site was shut down for a few hours due to unusually high traffic.” “What the hell has been going on since I left?” A question probably better left to her husband to ask to be sure. Best In Show and two out of three categories entered. That meant the pictures would be available on that site for another month and that Tom Dyer’s estate just fell into a lot of money from the contract offers that came with winning. Surely, the estate was eating it up and taking advantage in whatever manner they could. Calla had signed away all of her rights she couldn’t control any of it. Daniel was going to be absolutely livid! Oh Christ she had to get out of here and now! “Lots.” Annie said shyly. “We’ve been fendin’ ‘em off left n right. Mr. Hartley’s been a lot of help but there’s only so much one guy can do.” Annie offered. “I’m sorry about that my dear. I’ll take care of it all as soon as I can.” Calla picked the bag up again and went down the stairs. “Mrs J!” Annie shouted as she ran after her. “Where are you going to go? I have to tell Nick something.” She stammered. “I’ll be with Mr. Hartley.” Calla offered softly. “Nicholas knows how to reach me.” Out on the road beyond the front porch tires squealed and hard beep-beep-beep was heard. Andy had arrived; he was jumping out of the car without shutting off the engine and running up to the door. “Calla! Calla!” He shouted and pounded on the wood before turning the knob in his hand. “There you are!” His face lit up as he saw her. “You scared me half to dear, dahling.” Andy reached out and put his arms around her. Although grateful for the warmth of his arms around her Calla cringed at the pain it caused in her shoulders. Annie hadn’t bought Nick enough time to get here from the base. “Mrs. J?” ** Less than halfway to home Nick grew so impatient he couldn’t take it any more it was taking too fucking long to drive there no matter how fast he pushed the car. The road was empty no one would notice. The car and driver speeding so recklessly down the winding mountain road disappeared and reappeared at the junction of Route 16 and North Cemetery Road in Greenbrier. Just a mile to home. Something bad was happening there he could feel it in his bones. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and pinpricks of electricity were shooting through the pores of his body. Hartley. “I have to go, Annie. I don’t expect you to understand.” Calla said quietly. “But I do expect that you’ll let me make my own decisions and let me go.” She slipped her hand into Andy’s. “Everything will be all right.” “I don’t know what’s going on love but I want you to get you out of here.” Andy said. “Let’s go some place where we can talk.” “Yes.” Calla agreed and handed the bag over to him. “Good bye, Annie.” She opened the front door and walked out on Andrew Hartley’s arm. The Hot Rod came wailing up the driveway. “Get away from my Mother!” Nicholas shouted as he jumped out of the car. “Now you limey bastard, get away from her!’ “Nicholas!” Calla shouted in disbelief. “You’re nothing but a flashy pusher!” He accused and stormed his way to where Hartley was standing with his mother on his arm like some trophy. “A fucking drug dealer!” “Now just hold on there boy,” Andy protested but backed away nonetheless. “I resent your unfounded accusations and your mum is old enough to make her own decisions.” “Unfounded?” Nicholas screamed at Hartley and then turned to his Mother. He jammed his hand into her front pocket and pulled out the paraphernalia hiding there. “Where do you think she got this shit? From YOU!” He shook the baggie of cocaine at the Brit before turning to facing his Mother again. “Can’t you see he’s just using you? You put money in his pocket, make his dick slippery, and entertain him when he gets you high. When you don’t do those any more he’ll throw you away like a dead fish!” “That’s enough!” Calla told her son in a shocked whisper. For only the second time in her life, Calla tried to slap her son but as she sprang up to do it Nicholas caught her hand and put her back on the ground as he leaned in to her. “No it isn’t. Your daughter’s sick, what about her? She needs her Mother.” “What’s wrong with Colleen?” Calla asked hurriedly. “Where is she?” “At the Base. She’s been asleep for two days….ever since you went to Umpa.” Nicholas informed her in a soft dark voice. “I see you’re home now so maybe she’ll wake up soon.” He spat. “What about Dad?” Calla paled and shook harder. Colleen must have seen it all that’s why she was sleeping. Calla felt ugly, dirty and utterly a shamed of herself. She never wanted her children to know what was going on in their Umpa’s home. As much as she wanted to be by her daughter’s side, it just wasn’t possible. What would she say to the girl when she woke up? Once again, ‘Sorry about that’ just didn’t seem to cut it. “I’m sure Daniel will be along soon, your Grandfather was making sure that he got home safely.” “HA!” Nicholas laughed. “You believed him? I see that coke really has affected your brain.” Yes, she believed him. Ares wanted Daniel to come home so they could finish this and bury it. So all of them could be sure that it was over and it would never come back to life. Ares wouldn’t wait too long before he sent Daniel back. It was already over, she was sure of that and from the look in his eye the last time she saw him so was Daniel. There was no need to drag it and let it linger in the air like a black cloud of doom. “Nicholas, please, this really isn’t the time or the place for this……” Calla stammered and tried to get around him. “Move! I really, I just can’t be here when your Father gets back.” “My Father isn’t coming back. He’s dead.” Nicholas said through thin tight lips. “Nicholas Ares Jackson don’t you ever say anything like that again!” The bag dropped from her hand as she reached out and gave her big son a big shove. Damaged and bruised muscles and soft tissue at her neck and across her shoulder blades screamed out in protest as he hands met his chest. “David is NOT your Father!” She shrieked as they stood out there on the front lawn. Hartley and Annie were now staring at the battling Mother and Son in complete disbelief and from the bushes on the other side of the road cameras snapped, microphones were held out in the hopes of catching the conversation and reporters took rapid notes in Revealing The Jackson Family’s Secrets 101. “Daniel IS your Father he always has been, he always will be!” The little blows against his ripped stomach and hard chest didn’t hurt but they were annoying as hell. Nicholas grabbed her wrists in one hand and bent them away from his body. “Stop it!” He didn’t mean to hurt her; he didn’t mean to grasp her so harshly. His Mother let out a cry of pain and dropped to her knees. Nicholas stood over her, dark hair falling around his smoldering eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, Lady.” “I think that’s enough, boy.” Hartley spoke up and his hands landed over Nicholas’ to pry them away from Calla. “Where I come from boys don’t assault their mums!” Assault? Nicholas didn’t think, in fact later on he hardly remembered acting on his anger at all. There it was. Hartley was flying some twenty feet across the front lawn, his long blonde hair splayed out in the wind as his body crashed against the driver’s door of his rental car. The back of his head split open and oozed blood down the door as he slumped to the driveway. Nicholas hadn’t touched him, hadn’t take his hand from his Mother for a moment. “Oh my god, Nicky did you do that?” Annie cried in a small voice. All the little hairs on her body were standing straight up the air seemed full of static electricity. It seemed to come from Nicky. For the time in all the years she’d known him Annie was scared. “Nicky?” “My Lord,” Calla stammered as she looked up into the angry eyes of her son. Nicholas looked from his Mother to his girlfriend to the man lying in the driveway and back again as his big heart thundered his taunt chest. He let go of his Mother’s wrists and her hands hung limply from them. There were deep bruises there and he didn’t know if he’d broken her wrists or not. She just looked up at him with those wounded emerald eyes and then she disappeared. “Holy Christ!” Annie shouted. “Where did she go? Nicky what the hell is going on here?!” Hartley groaned and started to move. Nicholas went after him but Annie grabbed his hand. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I can’t let him do this to my Mom to my family!” Nick growled. “What are you gonna do? Kill him?” Annie shouted. “What good are to your family in prison? Let him go.” “Where is she?” Hartley mumbled as he brought himself to his feet and noticed Calla was missing. He was seeing several stars at the moment but figured he would recover. “Fuck off and die.” Nick spat as he grabbed Annie’s little hand and dragged her into the house. Inside the house Nicholas spent the next hour or so explaining to his beloved Annie that all was not exactly as it appeared in the Jackson household. Annie did her best to understand and wrap her head around the new information. Outside the house Andrew Hartley bleeding from the back of the head tumbled into his car and very slowly drove off wondering just what was going on. The cameras clicked, the microphones recorded, and furiously pencils scribbled across paper from the bushes. Revealing The Jackson Family’s Secrets 101 turned out to be a very interesting course indeed. While the honest newspapers would be interested in the gossip and the goings on, they’d never believe Andrew Hartley flew twenty feet through the air without being touched or that Calla Jackson disappeared from her front lawn without even rising from it. Nope, they’d never believe it even if was captured on film. The Tabloids however would love it. And they did. By the next morning Calla, Hartley, Nicholas and Annie were plastered all over every gossip page in every major newspaper in America and several in Europe. Their pictures were in The Enquirer, The Star, The News and any other tabloid that could pay the asking price or higher. The photographs of the flying man and disappearing woman served to heighten the Colorado State Police’s investigation into the deaths one Thomas Dyer and one Antwone Booker. The case had been at a dead end. But this was interesting. Professor Jackson was very petite and previously none of them thought her capable of breaking their necks but if she could disappear into thin air, what else could she do? Then there was that big son of hers, he could break their necks and probably very easily. Maybe he had an Oedipus complex and got pissed off when Mommy posed for nude pictures. End of Chapter Thirty-Seven of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
And drank his vodka straight
The only way to live
Was drown the hate
Leningrad
Billy Joel
Still distraught and feeling as though she had absolutely no direction or purpose in life whatsoever, Calla appeared in her kitchen. The first thing she saw was a brightly decorated cake sitting on the table. Happy Birthday Nick & Cole. “Oh, no.” Calla muttered and closed her eyes; she stamped her foot on the floor without wondering where the cake came from or who made it. The sheet cake was very pretty, it was frosted white and the letting was red and gold the colors of J. Edgar Hoover High School. Someone had taken a lot of time and expended a lot of energy to make this little cake for her children.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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