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<blockquote data-quote="CeeCee72" data-source="post: 271787" data-attributes="member: 5055">I don&#039;t own any of the characters in this story and no copyright infringement is intended.This fic is an alternate timeline where the dream season wasn&#039;t a dream. It picks up of after the last episode of season 9.***Life Is But a DreamPart 18:***Mark laid awake in the dark, tortured by his guilt.He had never meant for ANY of this to happen.He&#039;d been in a research facility, getting Dr. Ellis&#039;s blood replacement therapy when Kenderson had called him about Bobby Ewing.Bobby had been in an accident. He was very badly injured and was going to die. The hospital didn&#039;t have the technology to save him...but Graison Research did.Mark had approved Jerry&#039;s plan to pay off the hospital staff to fake Bobby&#039;s death. He&#039;d been given a high dosage sedative which depressed his heart rate and respiratory function to the point that they were barely detectable. The machines in his room were rigged to flatline. His family watched him &quot;die.&quot; Then when the Ewings left the hospital, Bobby was whisked away to one of their research facilities.Mark had always intended to reunite Bobby with his family. But it had taken months to heal his physical injuries. Then Jerry had informed him that all of Bobby&#039;s memories had been destroyed and he would never remember Pam, Christopher, or anything else at all about his previous life.Once Mark&#039;s own disease had been eradicated, he&#039;d sought Pam out. He&#039;d wanted to tell her the truth, but once he&#039;d seen her, he just couldn&#039;t bring himself to do it.And now…Now the CIA had given him a complete and total out. Pam would never find out.But she blamed JR. It wasn&#039;t his fault but she blamed him. And her hatred and need for revenge was threatening them all.***JR squinted against the sudden glow of the light and set up straight on his cot. &quot;Who&#039;s there?&quot; He demanded.&quot;My name is Leo Daughtry,&quot; a deep voice said. &quot;I&#039;m with the CIA. Come with me.&quot;&quot;Where?&quot;&quot;Someplace private. We need to talk.&quot;***Donna sighed and pulled her robe tightly around her body. Ray had finally agreed to come home to rest, but he couldn&#039;t seem to sleep. &quot;Ray, you&#039;re not going to fall asleep sitting here in the kitchen drinking coffee.&quot;&quot;It&#039;s not coffee,&quot; Ray held the cup out for her inspection. &quot;It&#039;s whiskey.&quot;Donna shook her head and moved to take a seat beside him at the table. &quot;Want to talk about it?&quot;&quot;What?&quot;&quot;Whatever it is that&#039;s keeping you awake.&quot;Ray shrugged and took another gulp from the cup. &quot;She&#039;s going to remember everything,&quot; he finally said.&quot;Yes,&quot; Donna agreed. &quot;So what? Isn&#039;t that a good thing?&quot;&quot;Mostly I guess,&quot; Ray muttered. &quot;But…&quot;&quot;But what?&quot;&quot;Donna, you saw how she reacted when she remembered about her and Cliff. How do you think she&#039;ll react when she remembers…&quot; he couldn&#039;t bring himself to say it.&quot;Are you afraid she&#039;ll tell JR?&quot;&quot;A little,&quot; Ray confessed. &quot;Mostly I just don&#039;t want to be the cause of any pain for her. She&#039;s been through enough.&quot;&quot;She&#039;ll be alright, Ray.&quot;&quot;I hope so, Donna. Because that woman has been to hell and back and God knows she deserves some peace.&quot;&quot;Come to bed,&quot; she reached out and stroked his cheek. &quot;You need to rest.&quot;&quot;I need to hold you,&quot; he corrected her.&quot;Then come to bed,&quot; she smiled at him. &quot;Hold me close and feel my love.&quot;Ray sat down his cup, stood up, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. He needed to love her and to be loved.***&quot;Satisfied?&quot;JR flipped back through the file that Daughtry had given him and growled. &quot;How can I be sure you&#039;re telling me the truth? It all seems a bit too neat and tidy.&quot;&quot;I can take you to see her body if you&#039;d like,&quot; Daughtry shrugged. &quot;But you&#039;d have to leave your wife.&quot;JR focused on the picture of Angelica dead and in a morgue. &quot;No. I believe she&#039;s dead. I just don&#039;t understand why she took Sue Ellen and why she was in a medical facility.&quot;&quot;Angelica knew she couldn&#039;t travel with your wife. She also knew Mrs. Ewing needed medical attention. It would have been hard to bargain with a dead body.&quot;&quot;And this facility, you said it was funded by terrorists?&quot;&quot;Yes. To develop bioweapons and also to treat their wounded operatives and soldiers.&quot;&quot;I&#039;ve never heard of such a thing,&quot; JR sighed.&quot;These facilities aren&#039;t as uncommon as you&#039;d think. You haven&#039;t ever heard of them because the CIA is very good at what it does. Mr. Ewing, the bottom line is that Angelica Nero is dead. There&#039;s no longer any threat to you or your family. The Company had a vested interest in keeping the details of this case secret. Do you understand what I&#039;m telling you?&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; JR said evenly. &quot;You want me to stop digging.&quot;&quot;Exactly, Mr. Ewing. I&#039;m sure you don&#039;t need me to tell you how difficult we can make your life if you refuse to cooperate.&quot;&quot;No, I don&#039;t,&quot; JR said, standing up. &quot;I&#039;m keeping this file.&quot;&quot;Of course,&quot; Daughtry nodded. &quot;Just remember, Mr. Ewing, I gave you this information as a courtesy. If you make any trouble, the consequences for you will be swift and serious. Do we understand each other?&quot;&quot;I understand you,&quot; JR growled. &quot;Now you be sure you understand me. I&#039;ll keep your dirty little secrets and I&#039;ll stay out of your way. But if I find out you&#039;re lying or if my wife is in any danger, I&#039;ll be the biggest problem you ever had. We clear?&quot;&quot;Crystal clear, Mr. Ewing.&quot;&quot;Good.&quot;Daughtry sighed as JR stalked away from him and headed down the hallway towards his wife&#039;s room.He headed in the opposite direction, found a pay phone and made a call. &quot;It&#039;s done.&quot;&quot;Is he going to back off?&quot;&quot;Time will tell.&quot;&quot;He&#039;d better,&quot; the voice replied. &quot;Because if he doesn&#039;t, you know what you have to do.&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; Daughtry agreed. &quot;Let&#039;s just hope he doesn&#039;t force me to do it.&quot;***&quot;Sue Ellen, when you agreed to take me back, I promised myself I&#039;d never lie to you again. But that means I need your trust when I make certain decisions.&quot;&quot;I love you. I don&#039;t want to risk losing you now.&quot;&quot;I&#039;d&nbsp; never let it come to that. Will you go along with me?&quot;&quot;You have to promise me the minute you sense any danger you&#039;ll go to the police.&quot;&quot;You have my word.&quot;&quot;Tell me I won&#039;t regret this.&quot;&quot;You won&#039;t.&quot;Sue Ellen&#039;s eyes snapped open and her dream faded away.Angelica Nero.JR had promised her...but…Angelica was responsible for it all - her kidnapping, Jamie&#039;s death…Sue Ellen sat up and looked over at JR&#039;s cot. He was sound asleep. He&#039;d promised her no one would get hurt. But he&#039;d been wrong. So wrong.&quot;Oh, JR,&quot; she whispered in the darkness. &quot;What did you do to us?&quot;***</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CeeCee72, post: 271787, member: 5055"] I don't own any of the characters in this story and no copyright infringement is intended. This fic is an alternate timeline where the dream season wasn't a dream. It picks up of after the last episode of season 9. *** Life Is But a Dream Part 18: *** Mark laid awake in the dark, tortured by his guilt. He had never meant for ANY of this to happen. He'd been in a research facility, getting Dr. Ellis's blood replacement therapy when Kenderson had called him about Bobby Ewing. Bobby had been in an accident. He was very badly injured and was going to die. The hospital didn't have the technology to save him...but Graison Research did. Mark had approved Jerry's plan to pay off the hospital staff to fake Bobby's death. He'd been given a high dosage sedative which depressed his heart rate and respiratory function to the point that they were barely detectable. The machines in his room were rigged to flatline. His family watched him "die." Then when the Ewings left the hospital, Bobby was whisked away to one of their research facilities. Mark had always intended to reunite Bobby with his family. But it had taken months to heal his physical injuries. Then Jerry had informed him that all of Bobby's memories had been destroyed and he would never remember Pam, Christopher, or anything else at all about his previous life. Once Mark's own disease had been eradicated, he'd sought Pam out. He'd wanted to tell her the truth, but once he'd seen her, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. And now… Now the CIA had given him a complete and total out. Pam would never find out. But she blamed JR. It wasn't his fault but she blamed him. And her hatred and need for revenge was threatening them all. *** JR squinted against the sudden glow of the light and set up straight on his cot. "Who's there?" He demanded. "My name is Leo Daughtry," a deep voice said. "I'm with the CIA. Come with me." "Where?" "Someplace private. We need to talk." *** Donna sighed and pulled her robe tightly around her body. Ray had finally agreed to come home to rest, but he couldn't seem to sleep. "Ray, you're not going to fall asleep sitting here in the kitchen drinking coffee." "It's not coffee," Ray held the cup out for her inspection. "It's whiskey." Donna shook her head and moved to take a seat beside him at the table. "Want to talk about it?" "What?" "Whatever it is that's keeping you awake." Ray shrugged and took another gulp from the cup. "She's going to remember everything," he finally said. "Yes," Donna agreed. "So what? Isn't that a good thing?" "Mostly I guess," Ray muttered. "But…" "But what?" "Donna, you saw how she reacted when she remembered about her and Cliff. How do you think she'll react when she remembers…" he couldn't bring himself to say it. "Are you afraid she'll tell JR?" "A little," Ray confessed. "Mostly I just don't want to be the cause of any pain for her. She's been through enough." "She'll be alright, Ray." "I hope so, Donna. Because that woman has been to hell and back and God knows she deserves some peace." "Come to bed," she reached out and stroked his cheek. "You need to rest." "I need to hold you," he corrected her. "Then come to bed," she smiled at him. "Hold me close and feel my love." Ray sat down his cup, stood up, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. He needed to love her and to be loved. *** "Satisfied?" JR flipped back through the file that Daughtry had given him and growled. "How can I be sure you're telling me the truth? It all seems a bit too neat and tidy." "I can take you to see her body if you'd like," Daughtry shrugged. "But you'd have to leave your wife." JR focused on the picture of Angelica dead and in a morgue. "No. I believe she's dead. I just don't understand why she took Sue Ellen and why she was in a medical facility." "Angelica knew she couldn't travel with your wife. She also knew Mrs. Ewing needed medical attention. It would have been hard to bargain with a dead body." "And this facility, you said it was funded by terrorists?" "Yes. To develop bioweapons and also to treat their wounded operatives and soldiers." "I've never heard of such a thing," JR sighed. "These facilities aren't as uncommon as you'd think. You haven't ever heard of them because the CIA is very good at what it does. Mr. Ewing, the bottom line is that Angelica Nero is dead. There's no longer any threat to you or your family. The Company had a vested interest in keeping the details of this case secret. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" "Yes," JR said evenly. "You want me to stop digging." "Exactly, Mr. Ewing. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how difficult we can make your life if you refuse to cooperate." "No, I don't," JR said, standing up. "I'm keeping this file." "Of course," Daughtry nodded. "Just remember, Mr. Ewing, I gave you this information as a courtesy. If you make any trouble, the consequences for you will be swift and serious. Do we understand each other?" "I understand you," JR growled. "Now you be sure you understand me. I'll keep your dirty little secrets and I'll stay out of your way. But if I find out you're lying or if my wife is in any danger, I'll be the biggest problem you ever had. We clear?" "Crystal clear, Mr. Ewing." "Good." Daughtry sighed as JR stalked away from him and headed down the hallway towards his wife's room. He headed in the opposite direction, found a pay phone and made a call. "It's done." "Is he going to back off?" "Time will tell." "He'd better," the voice replied. "Because if he doesn't, you know what you have to do." "Yes," Daughtry agreed. "Let's just hope he doesn't force me to do it." *** [I]"Sue Ellen, when you agreed to take me back, I promised myself I'd never lie to you again. But that means I need your trust when I make certain decisions." "I love you. I don't want to risk losing you now." "I'd never let it come to that. Will you go along with me?" "You have to promise me the minute you sense any danger you'll go to the police." "You have my word." "Tell me I won't regret this." "You won't."[/I] Sue Ellen's eyes snapped open and her dream faded away. Angelica Nero. JR had promised her...but… Angelica was responsible for it all - her kidnapping, Jamie's death… Sue Ellen sat up and looked over at JR's cot. He was sound asleep. He'd promised her no one would get hurt. But he'd been wrong. So wrong. "Oh, JR," she whispered in the darkness. "What did you do to us?" *** [/QUOTE]

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