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<blockquote data-quote="CeeCee72" data-source="post: 272125" 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 20:***&quot;I hate it you can&#039;t go to the funeral,&quot; Donna sighed. &quot;I know you and Jamie were very close.&quot;&quot;It&#039;s for the best,&quot; Sue Ellen said quietly. &quot;My presence might upset Cliff. And Pam.&quot;&quot;I still can&#039;t believe Pam came by here and said those things to you,&quot; Jenna grumbled. &quot;She&#039;s hurting,&quot; Sue Ellen shrugged. &quot;She blames JR and she wants him to hurt too.&quot;&quot;It was an awful thing for her to do!&quot; Jenna insisted. &quot;Selfish and mean.&quot;Donna and Sue Ellen exchanged knowing glances and Donna decided to change the subject. &quot;How is Jack holding up?&quot;&quot;As well as can be expected, I guess. He and I had lunch together. He&#039;s holding it together.&quot;&quot;Any chance you two might give things another go?&quot; Donna asked.&quot;No,&quot;Jenna laughed. &quot;We&#039;re just friends. Good friends. But friendship is all there is between us. Besides, his ex-wife is in town. He didn&#039;t come right out and say so, but the way he was talking, I think he still has feelings for her.&quot;&quot;Ex-wife?&quot; Donna repeated. &quot;Jack was married?&quot;&quot;Yes. And it seems as if he is taking comfort in her presence in his life right now.&quot;&quot;Does that bother you?&quot; Donna prodded.&quot;No. It doesn&#039;t. Jack is a wonderful man, but I&#039;m not ready to have a romantic relationship with him or anyone else. I need to stay on my own for a while.&quot;&quot;Well, you may be on your own, but you&#039;ll never be alone,&quot; Sue Ellen smiled at her. &quot;Not so long as Donna and I are around.&quot;&quot;I know that,&quot; Jenna smiled back at her. &quot;I&#039;m so glad you&#039;re okay, Sue Ellen. And I&#039;m truly happy that you and JR are together and strong.&quot;&quot;Thank you, Jenna. Now, tell me all about Charlie and this new private school!&quot;***&quot;I don&#039;t know, JR,&quot; McSween shook his head. &quot;I don&#039;t like the idea of defying the CIA like that.&quot;&quot;I have to,&quot; JR insisted. &quot;Their story doesn&#039;t add up. I have to know what really happened or I can never be sure that Sue Ellen is safe.&quot;&quot;But what can we do?&quot; Clayton wondered. &quot;We can&#039;t get our hands on those tapes and the CIA has erased the existence of those two women at the lab.&quot;&quot;And with Lowell dead, it&#039;s not like we can beat the truth out of him,&quot; Ray growled.&quot;True,&quot; JR conceded. &quot;But Lowell hasn&#039;t been erased, has he? We know who his family are. We know where he worked. We might not be able to listen to those tapes, but Harry can get his phone records, both at the office and at home. His bank records too. I say we start with Lowell and try to connect the dots from there.&quot;&quot;And if the CIA finds out you&#039;re still poking around?&quot; Clayton asked.&quot;They won&#039;t,&quot; JR replied in an even voice, &quot;not so long as we&#039;re quiet and careful. That&#039;s why the three of you are here. I trust you. No one else gets brought into this. Not even Harv. Understand?&quot;&quot;Yeah,&quot; Ray nodded. &quot;I&#039;m in, JR.&quot;&quot;Me too,&quot; Clayton pledged.&quot;Same here, I guess,&quot; McSween shook his head.&quot;Good,&quot; JR stood. &quot;Some of you have a funeral to go to and I need to see a doctor about discharging my wife. We&#039;ll meet again at Southfork tonight after dinner to settle the details. The four of us are going to figure this all out. One way or another.&quot;***&quot;Well, Pam, I don&#039;t know why you&#039;re so surprised. Sue Ellen has always been incredibly stupid when it comes to JR.&quot;Pam looked up at Cliff with sad eyes. &quot;Yes. You&#039;re right. I should have never gone to see her. I hurt for nothing.&quot;&quot;Maybe not for nothing,&quot; Cliff shrugged. &quot;Maybe you planted a seed of doubt that will fester and grow until she snaps.&quot;&quot;I don&#039;t want her to snap, Cliff,&quot; Pam sighed.&quot;Why not? If it hurts JR, then a mental breakdown by Sue Ellen is a good thing. Oh,&quot; he said pulling on his jacket and straightening his tie, &quot;that reminds me. The lawyer will be coming by the evening with a rough draft of motion to overturn the sale of Christopher&#039;s stock to JR. Don&#039;t forget to lay on the mental distress act thick.&quot;&quot;Tonight?&quot; Pam gasped. &quot;But, Cliff! We have Jamie&#039;s funeral…&quot;&quot;The funeral will be over long before the meeting.&quot;&quot;Yes, but...Cliff it seems disrespectful…&quot;&quot;Disrespectful?&quot; Cliff repeated, exasperated, &quot;To who? Jamie?&quot;&quot;Doing business on the day of her funeral…&quot;&quot;Isn&#039;t nearly as disrespectful to her as getting her blown to bits by a hair brained scheme! JR Ewing is going down, Pam. I&#039;m going to see to it myself and I&#039;m not going to waste one minute of time until it&#039;s done!&quot;Pam turned away from him and didn&#039;t answer. She wanted JR to suffer as badly as Cliff did, but she was starting to have serious doubts If she had what it took deep down to hurt everyone else around her to make it happen.***&quot;I still believe that Mrs. Ewing could benefit from a few more nights of observation.&quot;&quot;She wants to go home,&quot; JR insisted to the doctor. &quot;And if all you&#039;ve doing is observing her, I don&#039;t see the point of making her stay. Besides, you said yourself familiarity would help her memory. Just seeing the family has already brought back so much. Being at home might hurry the whole process along.&quot;&quot;That&#039;s true,&quot; the doctor sighed. &quot;Alright, Mr. Ewing. But she needs to go see her OBGYN as soon as possible. We still don&#039;t know if all the medication harmed the baby and the pregnancy will need to be closely monitored.&quot;&quot;Alright,&quot; JR agreed.&quot;And I&#039;m giving you the name of a therapist that specializes in helping her patients recover from memory loss after brain injury or trauma.&quot;&quot;Why? Sue Ellen seems to be getting her memories back on her own.&quot; &quot;Yes, but we don&#039;t know if that will continue. And there&#039;s the issue of the false memory about seeing your brother.&quot;&quot;What about it?&quot;&quot;Mr. Ewing, it would be very unusual for a patient to experience only one false memory. It&#039;s very possible - likely even - that more will come. She&#039;ll need help sorting through what&#039;s real and what&#039;s not.&quot;&quot;I don&#039;t think she had a false memory,&quot; JR told him.&quot;You said yourself that it wasn&#039;t possible for her to have seen your brother.&quot;&quot;Yes. But I believe she saw something. Maybe someone who looked like him. I don&#039;t know. She was drugged and confused. But she saw something.&quot;&quot;If that&#039;s the case, then this therapist can help her remember exactly what she saw.&quot;&quot;Alright,&quot; JR nodded his understanding.&quot;Good. I&#039;ll get started on her discharge paperwork.&quot;&quot;Thank you,&quot; JR watched the doctor turn and walk down the hallway then moved back into Sue Ellen&#039;s room.&quot;Well, Miss Texas,&quot; he sat down in the chair beside her bed, &quot;you&#039;re out of here.&quot;&quot;They&#039;re letting me go home?&quot; She asked hopefully.&quot;Yes, ma&#039;am,&quot; he bent down and kissed her forehead.&quot;Oh, thank you, JR!&quot; She smiled at him. &quot;Why do you call me that?&quot;&quot;Call you what?&quot; He asked, momentarily confused.&quot;Miss Texas,&quot; she replied. &quot;I know I… I like it when you call me that. I know it makes me feel… wanted. But I don&#039;t remember why you call me that.&quot;&quot;The Miss Texas pageant of 1967. I was a judge. You were a contestant. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. You won. We met for the first time that night. After the pageant, I went backstage and congratulated you. Then I asked you to have dinner with me. You tried to blow me off, but I wouldn&#039;t take no for an answer.&quot;&quot;I was a beauty queen?&quot; She asked doubtfully.&quot;Yes, ma&#039;am. And I courted you like crazy. I had to wait for you to finish your reign - a whole year - before you&#039;d get serious about me. It was torture.&quot;Sue Ellen closed her eyes and concentrated. Memories started flowing through her mind. JR asking her to dinner. The two of them dancing. Him softly whispering to her that he would wait until she was free from her responsibilities and not one minute longer.Then, another memory. A newer memory. The two of them sitting on a couch watching a tape of the pageant and kissing. &quot;JR…&quot; &quot;I used to call you Miss Texas when I was mad or frustrated. Over the years it just turned into a habit.&quot;&quot;You call me that when you want me,&quot; she whispered shakily.&quot;Yes,&quot; he told her. &quot;And since I want you all the time, I call you that very frequently.&quot;Her eyes darkened and she felt a heaviness deep inside the center of her body. &quot;I can&#039;t wait to get home.&quot;JR chuckled and moved closer to her. &quot;And I can&#039;t wait to get you home, Miss Texas.&quot;***&quot;Bobby, it&#039;s me, Sue Ellen!&quot;Richard moaned in his sleep and rolled over. It was so hot. There was fire everywhere. She was coughing. There was shouting. A man screaming her name from somewhere behind him.&quot;Sue Ellen! My God! SUE ELLEN!&quot;Richard shot up off the bed, his eyes wide and wild.He struggled to control his breathing. His doctor&#039;s had trained him long ago that disturbing dreams couldn&#039;t hurt him.But… this seemed like so much more than a dream. It seemed so real...like a real memory.&quot;Could I know her?&quot; He breathed out. &quot;Could Sue Ellen be someone I once loved?&quot;****It was a lovely service,&quot; Ellie sighed. &quot;But so sad. Poor Jamie. She was so young.&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; Donna squeezed Ellie&#039;s hand. &quot;Such a waste. Are you sure you don&#039;t want to go speak to Cliff and Jack before we leave.&quot;&quot;No,&quot; Ellie shook her head. &quot;I know how angry they are at JR right now. I don&#039;t want to upset them.&quot;&quot;Alright,&quot; Donna nodded. &quot;Let&#039;s get Clayton and Ray and get out of here.&quot;&quot;Miss Ellie?&quot;Ellie turned and saw Jack standing behind her. &quot;Hello, Jack. I&#039;m very truly sorry for your loss. Jamie was a wonderful girl.&quot;&quot;Yes. She was. Thank you, Miss Ellie. And thank you for coming.&quot;&quot;Of course,&quot; Ellie said softly. &quot;We all loved Jamie very much.&quot;&quot;I know that Miss Ellie. She knew it too.&quot;&quot;We were just leaving,&quot; Ellie told him. &quot;Please come by Southfork when you have some time. I hope you know you&#039;re always welcome there.&quot;&quot;Of course I do,&quot; Jack smiled at her. &quot;And I may take you up on your offer.&quot;&quot;Good,&quot; Ellie gave him a quick hug before letting Donna lead her away.&quot;Who was that?&quot; April asked, suddenly appearing beside Jack.&quot;That was Miss Ellie Ewing. My Aunt.&quot;&quot;JR&#039;s mother?&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; Jack sighed. &quot;I&#039;m going to have to go see her and warn her about Cliff.&quot;&quot;Have you told him you&#039;re not getting involved in his scheme yet?&quot;&quot;No,&quot; Jack groaned. &quot;And I dread it, April. I dread it down deep in my soul.&quot;***Cliff gulped down his fourth drink, then threw the empty glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into dozens of tiny pieces.&quot;Damn them,&quot; he snarled to himself. &quot;Damn them all.&quot;He needed Jack&#039;s ten percent in Ewing Oil to make his plan work. He needed Ray&#039;s too - and the only way he would ever get his hands in Ray&#039;s shares was if Jack helped him convince Ray to throw in with them.But Jack was getting cold feet. After the funeral he&#039;d casually informed Cliff that he didn&#039;t want to be any part of getting even with JR.Then there was Pam. Her performance with the lawyer had been totally unconvincing. There was no way they could overturn the sale of Christopher&#039;s shares of Ewing Oil to JR if Pam didn&#039;t convince a judge she only sold because she was under such mental and emotional distress. Tonight she hadn&#039;t sold that story at all.He also hadn&#039;t heard back from the cartel, and he knew Jordan Lee was the hold out.They were all cowards. All so afraid of JR Ewing. It was disgusting.But he would show them. Before he was done, it would be clear to them all that Cliff Barnes was a man who deserved to be feared. He was going to make JR look like a pitiful school yard bully in comparison.They&#039;d all fall in line soon enough.And then he would see personally to the complete and total destruction of JR Ewing.He could hardly wait.***&quot;Alright, son,&quot; JR ruffled John Ross&#039;s hair affectionately. &quot;That&#039;s enough for now. Your mama needs to rest.&quot;&quot;Okay, Daddy,&quot; John Ross jumped up off the bed. &quot;I&#039;ll come back and say goodnight, Mama.&quot;&quot;See you then,&quot; Sue Ellen smiled at him.JR waited until John Ross was out of the room then turned his attention back to his wife. &quot;You comfortable? Need anything?&quot;&quot;Just you,&quot; she told him.JR growled under his breath and sat down beside her. &quot;You have me, honey. Being home and in your own bed jog any memories?&quot;&quot;A few,&quot; she blushed. &quot;We&#039;ve spent a lot of time together in this bed.&quot;&quot;Yes we have,&quot; he chuckled lowly. &quot;A lot of quality time, if you know what I mean.&quot;Sue Ellen&#039;s blushed darkened and she took a deep breath. &quot;JR?&quot;&quot;Yeah?&quot;&quot;I&#039;m trying not to focus on the bad memories.&quot;JR took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He reached out to take her hand and brought it up to his mouth for a kiss. &quot;It&#039;s true we&#039;ve had some knock-down-drag-out fights in this room. But we&#039;ve also had a lot of love and happiness here.&quot;&quot;Yes. I know, JR.&quot;&quot;You sound sad.&quot;&quot;I guess I am a little,&quot; she confessed. &quot;I can&#039;t remember so much. But I know we wasted so many years.&quot;&quot;We did. But I promise we won&#039;t waste one more minute of the rest of our lives together.&quot;&quot;You have a meeting soon, don&#039;t you?&quot;&quot;Yes. About figuring out what happened to you.&quot;&quot;Will it take long?&quot;&quot;I don&#039;t think so. Why?&quot;&quot;Because I want you to come back to me quickly.&quot;&quot;Is that so?&quot; His voice took on a teasing tone. &quot;Yes. We have a lot of lost time to make up for. I can&#039;t wait to get started.&quot;&quot;Love you, Miss Texas. And I&#039;m going to love you so good that you never doubt that ever again. Rest up, honey. You&#039;re not going to get a lot of sleep tonight.&quot;***</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CeeCee72, post: 272125, 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 20: *** "I hate it you can't go to the funeral," Donna sighed. "I know you and Jamie were very close." "It's for the best," Sue Ellen said quietly. "My presence might upset Cliff. And Pam." "I still can't believe Pam came by here and said those things to you," Jenna grumbled. "She's hurting," Sue Ellen shrugged. "She blames JR and she wants him to hurt too." "It was an awful thing for her to do!" Jenna insisted. "Selfish and mean." Donna and Sue Ellen exchanged knowing glances and Donna decided to change the subject. "How is Jack holding up?" "As well as can be expected, I guess. He and I had lunch together. He's holding it together." "Any chance you two might give things another go?" Donna asked. "No,"Jenna laughed. "We're just friends. Good friends. But friendship is all there is between us. Besides, his ex-wife is in town. He didn't come right out and say so, but the way he was talking, I think he still has feelings for her." "Ex-wife?" Donna repeated. "Jack was married?" "Yes. And it seems as if he is taking comfort in her presence in his life right now." "Does that bother you?" Donna prodded. "No. It doesn't. Jack is a wonderful man, but I'm not ready to have a romantic relationship with him or anyone else. I need to stay on my own for a while." "Well, you may be on your own, but you'll never be alone," Sue Ellen smiled at her. "Not so long as Donna and I are around." "I know that," Jenna smiled back at her. "I'm so glad you're okay, Sue Ellen. And I'm truly happy that you and JR are together and strong." "Thank you, Jenna. Now, tell me all about Charlie and this new private school!" *** "I don't know, JR," McSween shook his head. "I don't like the idea of defying the CIA like that." "I have to," JR insisted. "Their story doesn't add up. I have to know what really happened or I can never be sure that Sue Ellen is safe." "But what can we do?" Clayton wondered. "We can't get our hands on those tapes and the CIA has erased the existence of those two women at the lab." "And with Lowell dead, it's not like we can beat the truth out of him," Ray growled. "True," JR conceded. "But Lowell hasn't been erased, has he? We know who his family are. We know where he worked. We might not be able to listen to those tapes, but Harry can get his phone records, both at the office and at home. His bank records too. I say we start with Lowell and try to connect the dots from there." "And if the CIA finds out you're still poking around?" Clayton asked. "They won't," JR replied in an even voice, "not so long as we're quiet and careful. That's why the three of you are here. I trust you. No one else gets brought into this. Not even Harv. Understand?" "Yeah," Ray nodded. "I'm in, JR." "Me too," Clayton pledged. "Same here, I guess," McSween shook his head. "Good," JR stood. "Some of you have a funeral to go to and I need to see a doctor about discharging my wife. We'll meet again at Southfork tonight after dinner to settle the details. The four of us are going to figure this all out. One way or another." *** "Well, Pam, I don't know why you're so surprised. Sue Ellen has always been incredibly stupid when it comes to JR." Pam looked up at Cliff with sad eyes. "Yes. You're right. I should have never gone to see her. I hurt for nothing." "Maybe not for nothing," Cliff shrugged. "Maybe you planted a seed of doubt that will fester and grow until she snaps." "I don't want her to snap, Cliff," Pam sighed. "Why not? If it hurts JR, then a mental breakdown by Sue Ellen is a good thing. Oh," he said pulling on his jacket and straightening his tie, "that reminds me. The lawyer will be coming by the evening with a rough draft of motion to overturn the sale of Christopher's stock to JR. Don't forget to lay on the mental distress act thick." "Tonight?" Pam gasped. "But, Cliff! We have Jamie's funeral…" "The funeral will be over long before the meeting." "Yes, but...Cliff it seems disrespectful…" "Disrespectful?" Cliff repeated, exasperated, "To who? Jamie?" "Doing business on the day of her funeral…" "Isn't nearly as disrespectful to her as getting her blown to bits by a hair brained scheme! JR Ewing is going down, Pam. I'm going to see to it myself and I'm not going to waste one minute of time until it's done!" Pam turned away from him and didn't answer. She wanted JR to suffer as badly as Cliff did, but she was starting to have serious doubts If she had what it took deep down to hurt everyone else around her to make it happen. *** "I still believe that Mrs. Ewing could benefit from a few more nights of observation." "She wants to go home," JR insisted to the doctor. "And if all you've doing is observing her, I don't see the point of making her stay. Besides, you said yourself familiarity would help her memory. Just seeing the family has already brought back so much. Being at home might hurry the whole process along." "That's true," the doctor sighed. "Alright, Mr. Ewing. But she needs to go see her OBGYN as soon as possible. We still don't know if all the medication harmed the baby and the pregnancy will need to be closely monitored." "Alright," JR agreed. "And I'm giving you the name of a therapist that specializes in helping her patients recover from memory loss after brain injury or trauma." "Why? Sue Ellen seems to be getting her memories back on her own." "Yes, but we don't know if that will continue. And there's the issue of the false memory about seeing your brother." "What about it?" "Mr. Ewing, it would be very unusual for a patient to experience only one false memory. It's very possible - likely even - that more will come. She'll need help sorting through what's real and what's not." "I don't think she had a false memory," JR told him. "You said yourself that it wasn't possible for her to have seen your brother." "Yes. But I believe she saw something. Maybe someone who looked like him. I don't know. She was drugged and confused. But she saw something." "If that's the case, then this therapist can help her remember exactly what she saw." "Alright," JR nodded his understanding. "Good. I'll get started on her discharge paperwork." "Thank you," JR watched the doctor turn and walk down the hallway then moved back into Sue Ellen's room. "Well, Miss Texas," he sat down in the chair beside her bed, "you're out of here." "They're letting me go home?" She asked hopefully. "Yes, ma'am," he bent down and kissed her forehead. "Oh, thank you, JR!" She smiled at him. "Why do you call me that?" "Call you what?" He asked, momentarily confused. "Miss Texas," she replied. "I know I… I like it when you call me that. I know it makes me feel… wanted. But I don't remember why you call me that." "The Miss Texas pageant of 1967. I was a judge. You were a contestant. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. You won. We met for the first time that night. After the pageant, I went backstage and congratulated you. Then I asked you to have dinner with me. You tried to blow me off, but I wouldn't take no for an answer." "I was a beauty queen?" She asked doubtfully. "Yes, ma'am. And I courted you like crazy. I had to wait for you to finish your reign - a whole year - before you'd get serious about me. It was torture." Sue Ellen closed her eyes and concentrated. Memories started flowing through her mind. JR asking her to dinner. The two of them dancing. Him softly whispering to her that he would wait until she was free from her responsibilities and not one minute longer. Then, another memory. A newer memory. The two of them sitting on a couch watching a tape of the pageant and kissing. "JR…" "I used to call you Miss Texas when I was mad or frustrated. Over the years it just turned into a habit." "You call me that when you want me," she whispered shakily. "Yes," he told her. "And since I want you all the time, I call you that very frequently." Her eyes darkened and she felt a heaviness deep inside the center of her body. "I can't wait to get home." JR chuckled and moved closer to her. "And I can't wait to get you home, Miss Texas." *** "Bobby, it's me, Sue Ellen!" Richard moaned in his sleep and rolled over. It was so hot. There was fire everywhere. She was coughing. There was shouting. A man screaming her name from somewhere behind him. "Sue Ellen! My God! SUE ELLEN!" Richard shot up off the bed, his eyes wide and wild. He struggled to control his breathing. His doctor's had trained him long ago that disturbing dreams couldn't hurt him. But… this seemed like so much more than a dream. It seemed so real...like a real memory. "Could I know her?" He breathed out. "Could Sue Ellen be someone I once loved?" *** *It was a lovely service," Ellie sighed. "But so sad. Poor Jamie. She was so young." "Yes," Donna squeezed Ellie's hand. "Such a waste. Are you sure you don't want to go speak to Cliff and Jack before we leave." "No," Ellie shook her head. "I know how angry they are at JR right now. I don't want to upset them." "Alright," Donna nodded. "Let's get Clayton and Ray and get out of here." "Miss Ellie?" Ellie turned and saw Jack standing behind her. "Hello, Jack. I'm very truly sorry for your loss. Jamie was a wonderful girl." "Yes. She was. Thank you, Miss Ellie. And thank you for coming." "Of course," Ellie said softly. "We all loved Jamie very much." "I know that Miss Ellie. She knew it too." "We were just leaving," Ellie told him. "Please come by Southfork when you have some time. I hope you know you're always welcome there." "Of course I do," Jack smiled at her. "And I may take you up on your offer." "Good," Ellie gave him a quick hug before letting Donna lead her away. "Who was that?" April asked, suddenly appearing beside Jack. "That was Miss Ellie Ewing. My Aunt." "JR's mother?" "Yes," Jack sighed. "I'm going to have to go see her and warn her about Cliff." "Have you told him you're not getting involved in his scheme yet?" "No," Jack groaned. "And I dread it, April. I dread it down deep in my soul." *** Cliff gulped down his fourth drink, then threw the empty glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into dozens of tiny pieces. "Damn them," he snarled to himself. "Damn them all." He needed Jack's ten percent in Ewing Oil to make his plan work. He needed Ray's too - and the only way he would ever get his hands in Ray's shares was if Jack helped him convince Ray to throw in with them. But Jack was getting cold feet. After the funeral he'd casually informed Cliff that he didn't want to be any part of getting even with JR. Then there was Pam. Her performance with the lawyer had been totally unconvincing. There was no way they could overturn the sale of Christopher's shares of Ewing Oil to JR if Pam didn't convince a judge she only sold because she was under such mental and emotional distress. Tonight she hadn't sold that story at all. He also hadn't heard back from the cartel, and he knew Jordan Lee was the hold out. They were all cowards. All so afraid of JR Ewing. It was disgusting. But he would show them. Before he was done, it would be clear to them all that Cliff Barnes was a man who deserved to be feared. He was going to make JR look like a pitiful school yard bully in comparison. They'd all fall in line soon enough. And then he would see personally to the complete and total destruction of JR Ewing. He could hardly wait. *** "Alright, son," JR ruffled John Ross's hair affectionately. "That's enough for now. Your mama needs to rest." "Okay, Daddy," John Ross jumped up off the bed. "I'll come back and say goodnight, Mama." "See you then," Sue Ellen smiled at him. JR waited until John Ross was out of the room then turned his attention back to his wife. "You comfortable? Need anything?" "Just you," she told him. JR growled under his breath and sat down beside her. "You have me, honey. Being home and in your own bed jog any memories?" "A few," she blushed. "We've spent a lot of time together in this bed." "Yes we have," he chuckled lowly. "A lot of quality time, if you know what I mean." Sue Ellen's blushed darkened and she took a deep breath. "JR?" "Yeah?" "I'm trying not to focus on the bad memories." JR took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He reached out to take her hand and brought it up to his mouth for a kiss. "It's true we've had some knock-down-drag-out fights in this room. But we've also had a lot of love and happiness here." "Yes. I know, JR." "You sound sad." "I guess I am a little," she confessed. "I can't remember so much. But I know we wasted so many years." "We did. But I promise we won't waste one more minute of the rest of our lives together." "You have a meeting soon, don't you?" "Yes. About figuring out what happened to you." "Will it take long?" "I don't think so. Why?" "Because I want you to come back to me quickly." "Is that so?" His voice took on a teasing tone. "Yes. We have a lot of lost time to make up for. I can't wait to get started." "Love you, Miss Texas. And I'm going to love you so good that you never doubt that ever again. Rest up, honey. You're not going to get a lot of sleep tonight." *** [/QUOTE]

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