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<blockquote data-quote="CeeCee72" data-source="post: 272448" 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 21:***&quot;We already had all Captain Lowell&#039;s phone logs from the station,&quot; Harry said, pushing a manilla folder across the table toward JR. &quot;I&#039;ll have his phone records from his house by tomorrow afternoon.&quot;&quot;The only call of concern from the office was to the hotel where Angelica&#039;s man was staying, right?&quot; Ray asked.&quot;Correct,&quot; Harry informed him. &quot;Everything else looked normal. The only other calls that seemed to be connected to Sue Ellen were to Graison Research.&quot;&quot;He called over there a lot,&quot; JR said thoughtfully, studying the phone logs.&quot;Yes. But it probably was about the ambulance and the drivers,&quot; Harry said.&quot;Probably isn&#039;t good enough,&quot; JR growled. &quot;I think tomorrow I&#039;ll go over there and have a casual conversation with Graison, just to be sure.&quot;&quot;That&#039;s a good idea,&quot; Clayton nodded. &quot;Also, we might be making a mistake assuming that the man calling Angelica from that hotel was Angelica&#039;s man.&quot;&quot;What do you mean?&quot; Ray asked.&quot;The CiA is obviously up to their necks in this mess. We don&#039;t know when they came into the case or when they started communicating with Angelica.&quot;&quot;You think the guy at the hotel might be CIA?&quot; Ray breathed out.&quot;It&#039;s possible,&quot; Clayton shrugged.&quot;I have his picture from the hotel&#039;s security camera. That&#039;s it. We don&#039;t even have a real name.&quot;&quot;Give me the picture,&quot; Clayton told him. &quot;I have a friend from the old days with some connections. I&#039;ll see if he can help me.&quot;&quot;He can&#039;t know why you want to know,&quot; JR warned him. &quot;I understand,&quot; Clayton nodded. &quot;And he won&#039;t ask.&quot;&quot;Harry, can you get phone records from the jail?&quot; Ray changed the subject.&quot;Shouldn&#039;t be a problem,&quot; Harry shrugged. &quot;Prisoners have no expectation of privacy. Why?&quot;&quot;It might be helpful to know who Lowell called once he got arrested,&quot; Ray said. &quot;Also, we should check out the prisoner that killed Lowell in that fight. You already said you thought it was a set up. We find out who had Lowell killed, it might lead us to the truth.&quot;&quot;Another good idea,&quot; JR said. &quot;But remember, keep it all quiet. We don&#039;t want it getting out we&#039;re still poking around.&quot;&quot;Understood, JR,&quot; Clayton assured him.&quot;Good. So we&#039;re all clear - Clayton will talk to his contact and try to identify the man from the hotel. Ray and Harry will work on the phone records from Lowell&#039;s house and the jail. I&#039;ll go see Graison about Lowell&#039;s repeated calls. Any questions?&quot;The other three men shook their heads and JR nodded solemnly. &quot;Be careful. All of you. The CIA won&#039;t take kindly to us interfering. I can&#039;t have any leaks or suspicions. At least not until we gather enough evidence to back Mr. Leo Daughtry into a corner.&quot;***Lucy put the phone down and growled under her breath.She was running out of excuses not to go home.Sue Ellen was out of the hospital and Jamie was in the the ground. She&#039;d managed to convince Mitch that she needed a couple more days to be with Miss Ellie, but he was adamant she get back to Atlanta as soon as possible.She DID miss him. Very much. She loved her husband deeply. But…She hated the constant drama. She hated having to live in the thick tension of a daily lie. She hated having to deal with Afton on a daily basis.She was going to stay at Southfork with her family for as long as possible. The Ewings had their problems, but at least she didn&#039;t feel like she was walking through a field of landmines every single minute of her life.&quot;Lucy? Can we watch a movie?&quot;She looked up and saw John Ross standing in her doorway giving her a hopeful look. &quot;We sure can,&quot; she smiled at him. &quot;Did you tell your Mama goodnight?&quot;&quot;Yeah. But she&#039;s pretty tired. Grandma said she should rest.&quot;&quot;Grandma&#039;s right,&quot; Lucy told him. &quot;Come on. Let&#039;s get some soda and make some popcorn.&quot;John Ross smiled at her and took her hand. Lucy walked down the stairs with him towards the kitchen and sighed inwardly.She wished she could stay here with him forever.***&quot;Are you alright?&quot; Mark asked, his voice full of concern.&quot;Yes,&quot; Pam smiled at him. &quot;The funeral was lovely, wasn&#039;t it?&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; Mark agreed. &quot;It was a beautiful send off for Jamie. But something tells me it&#039;s not just the funeral that&#039;s bothering you.&quot;&quot;You&#039;re right,&quot; Pam confessed. &quot;I feel just awful about upsetting Sue Ellen today.&quot;&quot;You knew when you went over there she was going to get hurt,&quot; Mark reminded her.&quot;Yes, and I admit I thought it had to be done. But now…&quot;&quot;Now what?&quot; He pressed her.&quot;Sue Ellen knows JR caused all this. She&#039;s forgiven him. And Jack told Cliff he wasn&#039;t interested in revenge against JR either.&quot;&quot;And?&quot;&quot;And...oh, I don&#039;t know, Mark,&quot; Pam let out a frustrated groan, &quot;Jack and Sue Ellen were the ones hurt the most. If they don&#039;t want to make JR pay, who am I to demand he does?&quot;&quot;Who, indeed.&quot;&quot;Maybe I should just let this whole revenge scheme go.&quot;&quot;That&#039;s the first sense I&#039;ve heard you talk since Jamie died.&quot;&quot;Cliff will be furious,&quot; she muttered.&quot;That&#039;s his problem. Not yours.&quot;Pam nodded and gave him a sad smile. &quot;I think I&#039;ll go out to Southfork tomorrow, apologize to Sue Ellen, and beg for her forgiveness.&quot;&quot;I think that&#039;s a wonderful idea.&quot;&quot;Thank you for putting up with me, Mark.&quot;He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, relief flooding through his whole body. If she was really ready to let go of her scheme to get even with JR, maybe everything could still work out well after all.***&quot;I&#039;m sorry to bother you at home, JR,&quot; Jordan apologized. &quot;I know your wife just got out of the hospital. I hope you know I wouldn&#039;t be here if it wasn&#039;t important.&quot;&quot;Well, get to it,&quot; JR barked, fixing and handing Jordan a drink.&quot;It&#039;s about Ewing Oil.&quot;&quot;What about it?&quot;&quot;JR, there&#039;s no easy way to tell you this, so I&#039;m just going to come right out with it. Cliff Barnes is plotting with Pam to take over your company. They have most of the cartel on board already and Jack Ewing too.&quot;JR snarled involuntarily and pointed to a chair. &quot;Sit,&quot; he commanded softly. &quot;And tell me everything you know.&quot;***&quot;Tell me, JR. What slut will you be staying with tonight?&quot;&quot;Whoever it is, she&#039;s got to be better than the slut I&#039;m looking at.&quot;Sue Ellen held back a sob and shook the memory away.There were so many painful memories. So many arguments. So much hurt.She thought she&#039;d be strong enough to handle it all, but now she wasn&#039;t so sure. The memories were coming back quickly how - and most of them weren&#039;t good ones.She wished JR would finish his meeting and come back to her. She needed to see him, to be with him, to assure herself of his love and faithfulness.She didn&#039;t know how many more bad memories she could take. She felt as if she were going to have a nervous breakdown.***JR took a long pull on his drink and tried to calm himself.Barnes was moving against him. That didn&#039;t worry JR. After all, Barnes was an idiot.But Pam..Pam was smart as hell and had enough money at her disposal to give him a real fight.He needed to work out a strategy to deal with them both. Jack was the key. Without him, their devious scheme could never work.He glanced at his watch and grimaced. He didn&#039;t realize it had gotten so late. Sue Ellen and John Ross were probably both asleep.He gulped down the last of his bourbon and admitted to himself that he actually HOPED Sue Ellen was asleep. As much as he loved her and wanted to be with her, it had been a long, exhausting day and he didn&#039;t feel like dealing with her emotions and memories tonight.He loved her with all his heart.But he needed a break. He needed to rest. And he needed just one night of peace and calm.***.&quot;No one can ever know about this.&quot;Jerry looked up from the file in front of him and narrowed his eyes on the doctor. &quot;No one will. But you&#039;ve been well compensated for your trouble so don&#039;t try to make demands.&quot;The doctor nodded nervously as Jerry turned his attention back to Sue Ellen&#039;s hospital records.&quot;She&#039;s still pregnant,&quot; he snarled angrily. &quot;Ellis told me he took care of that.&quot;&quot;No one took care of it,&quot; the doctor confirmed. &quot;The pregnancy seems normal and the fetus looks healthy.&quot;&quot;Why did you discharge her? I told you to keep her there as long as possible.&quot;&quot;Mr. Ewing insisted and there wasn&#039;t any real medical reason for me to refuse.&quot;&quot;You gave him the name of the therapist?&quot;&quot;Yes. He promised to make an appointment as soon as possible.&quot;&quot;The pregnancy complicates things,&quot; Jerry growled. &quot;I may have to accelerate my plans.&quot;&quot;That has nothing to do with me,&quot; the doctor reminded him. &quot;You paid me for her files and the referral to your therapist. I&#039;m done.&quot;&quot;Oh, my dear doctor,&quot; Jerry flashed him an evil grin. &quot;You&#039;re not done until I say you are.&quot;***JR smiled faintly when he saw Sue Ellen curled up into a ball, snuggled beneath the covers on their bed. Her breathing was deep and even. She was sound asleep.He undressed, careful not to make a sound. He didn&#039;t want to wake her.He moved silently to the bed and slipped under the covers. He wanted to reach for her, to hold her, but he didn&#039;t want to take the chance that he&#039;d disturb her sleep.He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes tightly. He frowned when he heard her breathing change and felt the bed shift as she turned onto her back.&quot;JR?&quot; She breathed out, her voice thick with sleep.He rolled over to face her and gave her a small smile. &quot;Sorry I woke you, honey.&quot;&quot;I needed you tonight, but you never came back,&quot; she softly accused.&quot;My meeting ran long, then Jordan Lee showed up…&quot;&quot;Who is Jordan Lee?&quot; She asked him. &quot;Ewing Oil business?&quot;&quot;Yes,&quot; he sighed. &quot;I&#039;m sorry, Sue Ellen. I&#039;ve been out of the office for days and I couldn&#039;t put it off…&quot;&quot;JR,&quot; she interrupted him, &quot;do you love me?&quot;&quot;You know I do,&quot; he growled at her.&quot;Show me,&quot; she commanded softly. &quot;Hold me, JR. Show me you love me.&quot;JR reached for her without another word. He pulled her close against him and bent his head to capture her lips is a slow, gentle kiss.She kissed him back, gradually increasing the pressure until passion overcame his intention to be slow and gentle with her.&quot;I need you, JR,&quot; she whispered against his mouth. &quot;I need to feel you inside of me.&quot;He shifted their bodies, moving on top of her and resting his thighs between her legs. He looked down into her eyes and saw raw, desperate need. He kissed her again, a deep, searching, sensual kiss that went on and on. She moaned and lifted her hips against his in silent urging.He dropped his head to kiss and nip at her neck, then moved lower to her breasts. She squirmed beneath him, her body pleading with him to give her what she craved. &quot;JR, please,&quot; she moaned.JR slipped his hand under her bottom and lifted her to meet him. He entered her with one smooth thrust. He held still for a few moments, reveling in the feel of being surrounded by her softness. &quot;My God,&quot; he ground out, burying his head against her neck. &quot;You&#039;re perfect.&quot;&quot;Tell me you love me,&quot; she demanded.&quot;I love you, Sue Ellen,&quot; he moaned, thrusting in and out of her slowly, &quot;I love you!&quot;They made love to one another until they exploded together in a burst of pleasure. He rolled off her and pulled her close against his chest as they recovered from their intense orgasms. &quot;I love you,&quot; he said again, kissing the top of her head gently.&quot;I love you too, JR,&quot; she whispered back in the darkness, relaxing completely in his arms and surrendering herself to sleep.***</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CeeCee72, post: 272448, 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 21: *** "We already had all Captain Lowell's phone logs from the station," Harry said, pushing a manilla folder across the table toward JR. "I'll have his phone records from his house by tomorrow afternoon." "The only call of concern from the office was to the hotel where Angelica's man was staying, right?" Ray asked. "Correct," Harry informed him. "Everything else looked normal. The only other calls that seemed to be connected to Sue Ellen were to Graison Research." "He called over there a lot," JR said thoughtfully, studying the phone logs. "Yes. But it probably was about the ambulance and the drivers," Harry said. "Probably isn't good enough," JR growled. "I think tomorrow I'll go over there and have a casual conversation with Graison, just to be sure." "That's a good idea," Clayton nodded. "Also, we might be making a mistake assuming that the man calling Angelica from that hotel was Angelica's man." "What do you mean?" Ray asked. "The CiA is obviously up to their necks in this mess. We don't know when they came into the case or when they started communicating with Angelica." "You think the guy at the hotel might be CIA?" Ray breathed out. "It's possible," Clayton shrugged. "I have his picture from the hotel's security camera. That's it. We don't even have a real name." "Give me the picture," Clayton told him. "I have a friend from the old days with some connections. I'll see if he can help me." "He can't know why you want to know," JR warned him. "I understand," Clayton nodded. "And he won't ask." "Harry, can you get phone records from the jail?" Ray changed the subject. "Shouldn't be a problem," Harry shrugged. "Prisoners have no expectation of privacy. Why?" "It might be helpful to know who Lowell called once he got arrested," Ray said. "Also, we should check out the prisoner that killed Lowell in that fight. You already said you thought it was a set up. We find out who had Lowell killed, it might lead us to the truth." "Another good idea," JR said. "But remember, keep it all quiet. We don't want it getting out we're still poking around." "Understood, JR," Clayton assured him. "Good. So we're all clear - Clayton will talk to his contact and try to identify the man from the hotel. Ray and Harry will work on the phone records from Lowell's house and the jail. I'll go see Graison about Lowell's repeated calls. Any questions?" The other three men shook their heads and JR nodded solemnly. "Be careful. All of you. The CIA won't take kindly to us interfering. I can't have any leaks or suspicions. At least not until we gather enough evidence to back Mr. Leo Daughtry into a corner." *** Lucy put the phone down and growled under her breath. She was running out of excuses not to go home. Sue Ellen was out of the hospital and Jamie was in the the ground. She'd managed to convince Mitch that she needed a couple more days to be with Miss Ellie, but he was adamant she get back to Atlanta as soon as possible. She DID miss him. Very much. She loved her husband deeply. But… She hated the constant drama. She hated having to live in the thick tension of a daily lie. She hated having to deal with Afton on a daily basis. She was going to stay at Southfork with her family for as long as possible. The Ewings had their problems, but at least she didn't feel like she was walking through a field of landmines every single minute of her life. "Lucy? Can we watch a movie?" She looked up and saw John Ross standing in her doorway giving her a hopeful look. "We sure can," she smiled at him. "Did you tell your Mama goodnight?" "Yeah. But she's pretty tired. Grandma said she should rest." "Grandma's right," Lucy told him. "Come on. Let's get some soda and make some popcorn." John Ross smiled at her and took her hand. Lucy walked down the stairs with him towards the kitchen and sighed inwardly. She wished she could stay here with him forever. *** "Are you alright?" Mark asked, his voice full of concern. "Yes," Pam smiled at him. "The funeral was lovely, wasn't it?" "Yes," Mark agreed. "It was a beautiful send off for Jamie. But something tells me it's not just the funeral that's bothering you." "You're right," Pam confessed. "I feel just awful about upsetting Sue Ellen today." "You knew when you went over there she was going to get hurt," Mark reminded her. "Yes, and I admit I thought it had to be done. But now…" "Now what?" He pressed her. "Sue Ellen knows JR caused all this. She's forgiven him. And Jack told Cliff he wasn't interested in revenge against JR either." "And?" "And...oh, I don't know, Mark," Pam let out a frustrated groan, "Jack and Sue Ellen were the ones hurt the most. If they don't want to make JR pay, who am I to demand he does?" "Who, indeed." "Maybe I should just let this whole revenge scheme go." "That's the first sense I've heard you talk since Jamie died." "Cliff will be furious," she muttered. "That's his problem. Not yours." Pam nodded and gave him a sad smile. "I think I'll go out to Southfork tomorrow, apologize to Sue Ellen, and beg for her forgiveness." "I think that's a wonderful idea." "Thank you for putting up with me, Mark." He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, relief flooding through his whole body. If she was really ready to let go of her scheme to get even with JR, maybe everything could still work out well after all. *** "I'm sorry to bother you at home, JR," Jordan apologized. "I know your wife just got out of the hospital. I hope you know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important." "Well, get to it," JR barked, fixing and handing Jordan a drink. "It's about Ewing Oil." "What about it?" "JR, there's no easy way to tell you this, so I'm just going to come right out with it. Cliff Barnes is plotting with Pam to take over your company. They have most of the cartel on board already and Jack Ewing too." JR snarled involuntarily and pointed to a chair. "Sit," he commanded softly. "And tell me everything you know." *** "Tell me, JR. What slut will you be staying with tonight?" "Whoever it is, she's got to be better than the slut I'm looking at." Sue Ellen held back a sob and shook the memory away. There were so many painful memories. So many arguments. So much hurt. She thought she'd be strong enough to handle it all, but now she wasn't so sure. The memories were coming back quickly how - and most of them weren't good ones. She wished JR would finish his meeting and come back to her. She needed to see him, to be with him, to assure herself of his love and faithfulness. She didn't know how many more bad memories she could take. She felt as if she were going to have a nervous breakdown. *** JR took a long pull on his drink and tried to calm himself. Barnes was moving against him. That didn't worry JR. After all, Barnes was an idiot. But Pam..Pam was smart as hell and had enough money at her disposal to give him a real fight. He needed to work out a strategy to deal with them both. Jack was the key. Without him, their devious scheme could never work. He glanced at his watch and grimaced. He didn't realize it had gotten so late. Sue Ellen and John Ross were probably both asleep. He gulped down the last of his bourbon and admitted to himself that he actually HOPED Sue Ellen was asleep. As much as he loved her and wanted to be with her, it had been a long, exhausting day and he didn't feel like dealing with her emotions and memories tonight. He loved her with all his heart. But he needed a break. He needed to rest. And he needed just one night of peace and calm. ***. "No one can ever know about this." Jerry looked up from the file in front of him and narrowed his eyes on the doctor. "No one will. But you've been well compensated for your trouble so don't try to make demands." The doctor nodded nervously as Jerry turned his attention back to Sue Ellen's hospital records. "She's still pregnant," he snarled angrily. "Ellis told me he took care of that." "No one took care of it," the doctor confirmed. "The pregnancy seems normal and the fetus looks healthy." "Why did you discharge her? I told you to keep her there as long as possible." "Mr. Ewing insisted and there wasn't any real medical reason for me to refuse." "You gave him the name of the therapist?" "Yes. He promised to make an appointment as soon as possible." "The pregnancy complicates things," Jerry growled. "I may have to accelerate my plans." "That has nothing to do with me," the doctor reminded him. "You paid me for her files and the referral to your therapist. I'm done." "Oh, my dear doctor," Jerry flashed him an evil grin. "You're not done until I say you are." *** JR smiled faintly when he saw Sue Ellen curled up into a ball, snuggled beneath the covers on their bed. Her breathing was deep and even. She was sound asleep. He undressed, careful not to make a sound. He didn't want to wake her. He moved silently to the bed and slipped under the covers. He wanted to reach for her, to hold her, but he didn't want to take the chance that he'd disturb her sleep. He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes tightly. He frowned when he heard her breathing change and felt the bed shift as she turned onto her back. "JR?" She breathed out, her voice thick with sleep. He rolled over to face her and gave her a small smile. "Sorry I woke you, honey." "I needed you tonight, but you never came back," she softly accused. "My meeting ran long, then Jordan Lee showed up…" "Who is Jordan Lee?" She asked him. "Ewing Oil business?" "Yes," he sighed. "I'm sorry, Sue Ellen. I've been out of the office for days and I couldn't put it off…" "JR," she interrupted him, "do you love me?" "You know I do," he growled at her. "Show me," she commanded softly. "Hold me, JR. Show me you love me." JR reached for her without another word. He pulled her close against him and bent his head to capture her lips is a slow, gentle kiss. She kissed him back, gradually increasing the pressure until passion overcame his intention to be slow and gentle with her. "I need you, JR," she whispered against his mouth. "I need to feel you inside of me." He shifted their bodies, moving on top of her and resting his thighs between her legs. He looked down into her eyes and saw raw, desperate need. He kissed her again, a deep, searching, sensual kiss that went on and on. She moaned and lifted her hips against his in silent urging. He dropped his head to kiss and nip at her neck, then moved lower to her breasts. She squirmed beneath him, her body pleading with him to give her what she craved. "JR, please," she moaned. JR slipped his hand under her bottom and lifted her to meet him. He entered her with one smooth thrust. He held still for a few moments, reveling in the feel of being surrounded by her softness. "My God," he ground out, burying his head against her neck. "You're perfect." "Tell me you love me," she demanded. "I love you, Sue Ellen," he moaned, thrusting in and out of her slowly, "I love you!" They made love to one another until they exploded together in a burst of pleasure. He rolled off her and pulled her close against his chest as they recovered from their intense orgasms. "I love you," he said again, kissing the top of her head gently. "I love you too, JR," she whispered back in the darkness, relaxing completely in his arms and surrendering herself to sleep. *** [/QUOTE]

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