This almost falls
into the realm of original fic. Jim
and Rafe only make brief cameos ‑‑ this is really the ladies'
story.
A big thank you to
Ronnee for lending me AJ from time to time and letting me play in her world. Thank you so much, dear heart!
Comments welcome.
@>~~`,~~~
The Bonds of
Friendship
by
Toni Rae
January 2001
“What do you mean
you are sewing patches on all the kid’s clothes?” From her position near the bed, Katy watched in amazement as AJ
began sorting through McKenna’s closet.
“Just what I
said. They need to be marked. Protected.”
“From what? She’s barely old enough to walk?” Katy’s tone was a mixture of amazement,
amusement, and total confusion.
A deep masculine
laugh sounded from the doorway, causing both women to turn.
“What?” Both women asked in unison.
“Nothing.” Jim leaned his long frame against the
doorway and prepared to watch the rest of the discussion between his wife and
his little sister. Because both of them
were rather strong willed, it could be an interesting battle.
“You will stay out
of this.” Katy admonished her husband.
“Just pretend I’m
not even here.”
“Ha.” AJ infused the short sound with a healthy
dose of disbelief.
“What?” He was slightly defensive. “I’m just here to watch.”
“Us have an
argument.” AJ finished the sentence
when he didn’t have any intention of continuing.
“Now would I do
that?” He held up his hands in the
classic gesture of supplication.
“Yes.” Once again, both women answered in
unison. Turning towards each other,
they shared a slight smile.
They were now united
against a common enemy. Jim.
At that moment a
lifelong friendship was formed between the two women.
Turning back to
their tormentor, they both began to smile slightly. Belatedly realizing their intention, he began to back away
slightly. “Um, come on now. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“We know you didn’t
dear.” Katy stood in preparation for
heading towards the door.
“Kitten?” He turned to AJ, hoping to find some
sympathy in the depths of her crystal green eyes. Not finding any sympathy
there, he turned back to his wife.
“Kit, sweetheart.”
“Yes, dear?” She displayed her most innocent face to her
husband.
“Um, maybe I’ll
leave now.” He started backing towards
the door, even as she advanced towards it.
“Have fun.” He almost turned and
fled, but you never show your back to your enemy.
“I think that’s a
good idea.” Katy almost shut the door
in the husband’s face as he hastily retreated to the outer room.
“Now, tell me what
all this protection stuff is about?”
After firmly locking the door behind her, Katy turned back to the other
woman, still standing half in and half out of McKenna’s small closet.
“You really want to
know?” AJ emerged with a handful of
clothes.
“Yes, I do. You can tell me while we work.” Katy took part of the large pile of clothes
from AJ. “So, where’s the best place?”
“How about up on the
roof? No one will bother us up
there.” AJ referred to the small
greenhouse Jim and Brian had constructed on the roof of the building housing
the loft. When her own garden had been
too persnickety to grow some of the more specialized herbs she wanted, Jim had
offered the roof of the building for a specialized greenhouse. Once completed, she’d warned all the babies
to stay away. As a result, hardly
anyone except her every went up there.
It would be the perfect place for the two women to talk.
Katy nodded. “Anything else we need?”
“No. I have all the patches and thread
here.” AJ patted her vest
slightly. “Though, we might need
something to drink.” AJ reached over
and grabbed the clothes in Katy’s hands, freeing her to stop in the kitchen.
Emerging from the
bedroom, the two women were met by the amused glances of Rafe and Ellison.
Easily detouring
past them, AJ made her way over to the stairs that had been set back along the
wall connecting the two sides of the loft.
Katy, on the other
hand, had to detour past the two men.
Ignoring both of their questioning glances she picked up the necessary
implements for a good girl talk. A
bottle of scotch for her, a bottle of Piranha Liquor for AJ, soda, cheese,
crackers, and glasses filled with ice, were all carefully placed on a tray with
high edges so nothing would fall off on the way upstairs.
“Should I even
ask?” Jim inquired as she detoured back
past him, stopping momentarily to place a brief kiss on his cheek.
“Nope. Ellie and Blair will be home with the kids
soon. Make sure McKenna gets a bath
before you put her to bed.” She smiled
serenely at her husband before following AJ up the stairs.
Kit emerged from the
stairwell into the rare bright sunshine of a spring day in Cascade. Blinking quickly, in the mid-afternoon sun,
she ducked into the open door of the greenhouse. Allowing her eyes a moment to adjust to the oddly falling shadows
caused by the riot of plants, she stopped just after she passed over the threshold.
Her vision cleared
and she was greeted by a profusion of color and foliage. “It’s beautiful.” She breathed quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the
place. “Now I see why you like it up
here so much.” Katy had been reluctant
to invade an area that was so obviously AJ’s domain, and now she regretted it.
“Thank you.” AJ looked pleased by her praise. “You haven’t been up here before?”
“No.” Kit moved further into the room, spying a
small table and chairs hidden in the back corner. Unless you were looking for them, you would easily overlook their
presence. The small bistro set was
covered in the same green color as provided by many of the plants in the
greenhouse, further adding to its camouflage.
Setting the tray on
the table, she began sorting out the items.
Liquor and soda were poured into glasses. Cheese was carefully cut with the pairing knife built into the
side of the tray. Crackers were placed
next to the cheese. Her preparations
finally complete, Katy sank into the chair just behind her, handing AJ a glass
as she did so.
“So how do you do
it?” Katy asked, as AJ sank into her
own chair.
“Do what?” The younger woman took a small sip of the
distinctive liquor – the pleasure it brought her apparent on her face.
“Make all these
things grow like this.”
AJ shrugged her
shoulders in response. “I don’t
know. They just do. They wouldn’t grow at our house, but they
will grow here.” She shrugged
again. “Why don’t you ever come up
here?”
“I’m not sure,” Katy
began cautiously. “I guess I just
didn’t want to invade your territory.”
She answered the question honestly, realizing this was an afternoon for
baring their souls.
The younger woman
nodded, hearing the unspoken words of caution.
They had always spent time together, but any attempts at true friendship
were cautious. “You are welcome to come
up anytime.” She issued the formal
invitation, so common from her upbringing.
“Thank you.” Katy nodded her acceptance of the gift AJ
had just bestowed. Smiling impishly,
she changed the subject. “Now, tell me
about these protective symbols.” She
gently fingered on of McKenna’s soft sweatshirts sitting at her feet.
AJ nodded –
acceptance of the friendship offered and given – before smiling back. “The gangs call them Ghosts,” she began.
For the next several
hours the two women sat safely ensconced in AJ’s greenhouse, away from the
common daily worries of husbands and children and jobs.
AJ explained to Kit
about the tribe in Cascade. How all the
children – and the adults were part of it – and as such needed to display the
protective symbols. Especially the
children, as they were the most likely to get lost. The symbols would tell everyone where they belonged if anything
happened.
She also admitted to
making sure the street gangs knew not to mess with those wearing the Ghost
symbols. Anyone who did would face the
wrath of the tribe. The words “it’s
happened before,” hung unspoken between them.
Katy was too afraid to ask whether it had been in Cascade or back in the
jungle. And AJ was too afraid of
upsetting the older woman to explain.
Katy told AJ what it
was like living with two sentinels.
They’d shared enough history at family gatherings that Katy knew the
chances of AJ having sentinels of her own.
AJ carefully noted some of the more interesting quirks in her ever
present journal, wanting to make sure the next generations would know. Would remember.
They talked about
Jim’s overprotective streak, especially when it came to the women in his
life. Both had felt the effects of the
Blessed Protector syndrome on more than one occasion. AJ shared her experiences with it before he met Katy – and even a
few after the other woman hadn’t heard about.
They laughed about him being an Blessed Protector in overdrive when it
came to his daughter. Katy regaling AJ
with stories about making sure the baby could sleep, and keeping her company at
all hours of the night.
They discussed
McKenna and Ian’s fondness for one another, even at their early age. The ramifications of the two being sentinel
and guide. The thought that theirs was
a bond no mortal force could destroy.
They both talked of
their lives before. How they ended up
where they were. Why they loved the two
men sitting downstairs. How they felt
about their children and the steps they would take to protect them.
Through it all, the
two women sewed patches on all of McKenna’s clothes – making sure they would be
clearly visible to anyone who happened to spot the little girl on the street.
Whether it was the
small amount of alcohol both had consumed, the intimacy of the place, or the
warm sunshine of the afternoon, neither really knew, but they bonded – became
friends. When they finally fell asleep,
to worn from the afternoon of conversation, both knew they’d forged lasting
bonds that could survive whatever life chose to throw at them.
When Jim and Brian
came to collect them hours later, they found them asleep amongst the
plants. Sharing a smile, they gently
picked up their respective wives and took them back downstairs.
Somehow, they knew.
Finis