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Message: <blockquote data-quote="zephiey" data-source="post: 32397" data-attributes="member: 14">Title: MatchmakerPairing: JR / Sue Ellen Category:  Romance, DramaWarnings: Language, Violence Disclaimer: Dallas and its characters are the property of CBS, Larry Katzman and Warner Bros Studios. No infringement is intended from this work of fiction.Summary:  JR Ewing- Oil Baron…Business Man…Matchmaker?MatchmakerChapter 1Eight-year-old Aaron John Shepard, AJ to his family and friends and Bit to his adopted grandfather read over the list once again before placing it back inside the pocket of his western shirt. With one last look at the men who were working, AJ hopped off the fence where he had sat thinking for the past thirty minutes. He brushed off his jeans before straightening to his full height of 3 feet 11 inches. Pulling off his cowboy hat, AJ ran a hand through his dark brown hair, finger combing it before placing his cowboy hat back on his head. He cocked the brim low over his blue eyes, eyes that were the only thing he had inherited from his bastard of a father.AJ chuckled as his Mama’s voice resonated in his head scolding him for his cursing. AJ knew he shouldn’t curse and usually didn’t but Grandpa Clayton was right, a good curse word often fit the situation and when it came to the man who fathered him ‘bastard and son of a bitch’ fit very well. Absently patting the list inside his pocket, AJ headed back to the barbeque.It had taken all his considerable talent to convince his mama and Grandpa Clayton to accept the invitation to the Ewing Barbeque and Rodeo. They had first said they were not going to come but he had used the excuse of really wanting to see his Uncle Dusty, Grandpa Clayton’s son, who was competing in the Rodeo and they finally relented.He had been ecstatic.In all honesty, he did miss Uncle Dusty. He was fun and they spent lots of time fishing and riding when he was at the Southern Cross. AJ loved him but while Dusty was a great Uncle and friend, he wasn’t husband or father material. He was too wrapped up in the rodeo, and AJ knew he wouldn’t quit it for anyone or anything. AJ needed to find a man who would put his mama first. He was here today to see the one person he felt could help him. He was here to see JR Ewing~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*AJ stopped and looked around. He couldn’t see much from his vantage point and climbed onto a chair to get a better look. Glancing around, he finally saw the grey stetson of his target. He was talking to two older men. AJ jumped down off the chair and made his way over to him as quickly as he could. Finally reaching his quarry, AJ waited for a lull in the men’s conversation before stepping forward his hand outstretched.“Mr. Ewing…my name is Aaron John Shepard and I have a business proposition for you.”JR looked down at the young boy standing before him. For a brief moment he was tempted to laugh, he could hear the soft chuckles of his daddy and Punk, but something in the boy’s eyes reminded him a bit of himself. Switching his glass to his other hand JR extended his hand smiling, “Well Mr. Shepard, my friends call me JR. What type of business are we talking about?”AJ shook JR’s hand. Taking a deep breath AJ replied. “I want you to help me find a husband for my mother, Sue Ellen Shepard.”~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*JR read the list again stopping at the same item he had the other three times he read it. Looking at the young boy seated across from him he briefly wondered if the boy’s mother had put him up to this, dismissing the thought almost as soon as it formed. No, he was sure this boy’s mother had no idea what her son was up to. Setting the list down on the table, he didn’t protest when his daddy picked the list up reading it. JR knew the moment his daddy got to the item. His eyes flew to JR’s, the anger both men felt easily seen by the other but invisible to everyone else. Jock slid the paper over to Punk and waited.“Son of a…,” Punk began stopping almost as quickly. Cursing in front of women and children wasn’t something he did and Punk could feel his cheeks redden at his slip.“It’s okay Mr. Anderson…,” began AJ certain of the curse word he was going to use.“My friends call me Punk,” the older man said.“Mine call me AJ or in the case of Grandpa Clayton he calls me Bit,” said AJ“AJ,  may I call you AJ?” asked Jock.“Yes sir,” said AJ“AJ, why do you want my son JR’s help to find your mama a husband?” Jock asked.“Well Mr. Ewing…,” began AJ“Jock, please,” corrected Jock. He added, “If you can call Punk by his name and JR by his then I would like you to afford me the same courtesy.”“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t do that. Mama would tan my hide if I called you anything other than Mr. Ewing,” said AJJock looked to JR trying to figure out a way to get the young boy to call him Jock. The two men communicated silently before JR spoke. “Well AJ, I’m afraid we have a problem then. You see I don’t do business with people who don’t call my associates by their first names. And my daddy and Punk are my associates so if you can’t see your way to calling my daddy by his first name I don’t think we can do business,” said JR, moving to stand. Punk and Jock followed suit.“Wait,” said AJ. He was torn between his fear of upsetting his mama by calling Mr. Ewing by his first name and the thought of JR not doing business with him. Looking at the three men AJ came to a decision. “Alright I’ll do it,” he said. “I just hope Mama doesn’t get too mad,” he added in an undertone.The three men stifled their smiles at hearing AJ’s worry and sat back down.Mr. Ew…err Jock…,” began AJ “…you asked me why I want JR to help me find my mama a husband? The answer to that is easy,” said AJThe three men unconsciously leaned forward. They were intrigued.“JR Ewing knows everyone who is anyone,” said AJ taking a sip of his soda, before sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. “But even better than knowing everyone, he knows all their secrets!” the young man said, clearly pleased with his answer.  “Well, I’ll be dammed,” the three men said in unison, surprised at how perceptive and informed Aaron John AJ Shepard was.TBC</blockquote>

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