White Nights

ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

White Nights

by Minerva

Disclaimer One: There is some resemblance to our favorite Warrior and Bard. They do not belong to me, but are the property of Ren Pics and that damned Oprah with her 'O' Network that only ten people have. No, no I'm not bitter. I just don't get that channel. LOL. I also don't own the folks over on ER. NBC and Crichton does. I'm just borrowing them. Everyone else is mine!

Disclaimer Two: There is a lot of violence throughout this story. It also contains instances of abuse. However, none of it is sexual. There is also the use of what can be called 'foul language.' We're all adults, and I'm sure you all can take it. This is a story that contains a growing friendship between two women that will later blossom into something more intimate. There is a lot of other stuff in between.

Dedications: To the Big Guy for the talent. To Catt as always. To my mother who will understand this story more than she ever should, and to all those women in this tragic situation. I hope this shows that you are not alone; that someone understands; and that somehow you can get out. Also lastly, to the people on the Minervasplace list. Thank you for reading this, reacting to this, and being drawn in by this. Most of all, thanks for sticking with me as this story goes on. It means a lot.

Feedback? Yeah? I'm not gonna have to beg am I? Drop me a line at Minerva

Chapter 2

She stood, tall, naked and majestic in a river of unidentified fluid. The smell was one she knew like an old friend, the sweet, cloying tang of blood. It lapped at her bare feet, kissing them gently like salt water on a beach. Pale blue eyes peered down at it. With each instant it became thicker, brighter as if it had a life of its own.

It did before it was spilled.

Distant whispers caused her head to jerk upward, and bright blue eyes to scan the emptiness of the barren landscape. However, she wasn't alone anymore. Not far away, she could see a crowd of people, slowly splashing through the red waves. The closer they got the louder the whispers became.

They were chanting her name, not reverently, as if in worship, but accusingly. With each step closer, the pasty gray faces began to look familiar. They were those that no doctor could have saved, even her, and they stood out in gory relief. Some had gaping wounds of the head and chest that oozed. Others did not wear death so obviously.

They got closer and closer, and their nearness suffocated her. Her lungs burned for breath. Her heart beat as if clinging on to life. She turned rapidly around with frightened eyes as they encircled her. Cold, dead hands reached out touching her and smearing her with blood, and all the while, they whispered, "Bobbi, you failed us, killed us."

Hyperventilating now, her body caved in on itself. She wrapped her hands around her torso and fell to her knees with a bloody splash. "Nooo, I tried. Don't you understand?! I tried. I tried damn you!"

The undead circle parted, admitting two new members that seemed to have come from nowhere. Silver blue looked up in horror. These figures weren't just familiar. She knew them like her own hand. "Bobbi? Why didn't you try harder?"

"Yeah, sis. You said you loved us, but how can you allow something you love to die?"

Her hands found purchase on her temples, where she pulled at long sable strands. "Mom, Steve, don't you understand?! I couldn't. I just couldn't!"

"Lies!" The word caught on like a fad, and they all began to chant it.

One by one they began to close in on her, hovering over her like a thick blanket. Her breathing came in rapid gasps now. "Please! Noo!"

Dr. Bobbi Waszinski woke with a start, and as a result, she reared up from the bed. Sweat covered her body and face, plastering long wisps of midnight to her forehead and cheeks. Bobbi took in several deep, calming breaths to reduce her speeding heart, and dispel the disturbing images of an old nightmare. So much blood. I knew I couldn't deal with it anymore. Too much.

She rubbed her breastbone in an attempt to alleviate the ache inside and grabbed the charm at the end of the long gold chain around her neck. The charm, procured during her college days, represented the Chinese symbol for strength. Her grasping the golden bit was a familiar gesture, but just like many times before, Bobbi felt no spark, no energy from it, just a coolness against her heated skin. It could not comfort her in the wake of old, painful memories. They came anyway.

Even though her days at an ER in a Cook County General was five years in the past, they still haunted her from time to time. First, there would be a sickening, deceptive calm. Then, the hurricane would begin. Pale eyes had seen everything from drive bys, ten car pile-ups, murders to brutal rapes, and after all of it, she always ended the day with her scrubs covered in blood. Even when it was not there, the brunette could smell the coppery scent in her dreams.

Every person she could not save left a red stain on her heart. She felt them deeply. "Maybe you need to look into another area of medicine," Doctor Greene had told her one day when he pulled her aside. "You care too much, feel too much."

He was right just like he had been most of the time. Carter had tried to help, but she knew that he was struggling with his own demons. It had all come to a head on a snowy night with another ten car pile up.

They had opened themselves to trauma, and they came in one after another. It never occurred to her that her mother and brother would be involved. It never occurred for a minute. Bobbi knew they were coming from Indiana to visit, but the thought of them facing danger was not even an option. Until, they were wheeled in on gurneys by the paramedics.

Joan Waszinski, she recognized right away, but it was her missing arm and the sight of a female EMT on top of her compressing her chest that gave Bobbi pause. Her brother, Steve, and his lack of a face was what turned her blood to ice. She was only able to identify him from his signet pinky ring. Words like no pulse, no breath sounds, and non-responsive greeted her. The paramedics and their quarry passed by Bobbi, as if in a race, but to Bobbi it was as though the passage of time had eaten itself allowing her to look and hear what she normally could not.

She could hear her name being shouted, but the voices sounded as if they were coming from the bottom of a tin drum. Dr. Weaver's jerk on her shoulder did not awaken her. In fact, the brunette looked down into the redhead's face as if she was a stranger.

Bobbi remembered screaming at the agony of it all. She couldn't have their blood on her hands. There was too much there already. She couldn't fail them, but in her lack of response, she did. For five years, she lived with the knowledge.

Born in the polish community of Ivanhoe, Minnesota, Bobbi did not make a home there for long. Before the age of ten, and when her younger brother, Steve, was just seven, their parents divorced. Peter Waszinski kept his home and his practice in Minnesota, but they found another home in Indiana. Communications with her father had been few and far between only consisting of phone calls and cards on birthdays and holidays, leaving her hollow and her brother bitter. Joan had taken it all in stoic silence, never speaking a negative word about the man who divorced her because his love laid somewhere else, medicine.

Striking even in disarray, Bobbi buried herself in the dark blue comforter and pulled the pillow to her lithe body, cuddling it. Why do I always do this? It's like a constant trip down memory lane that ends in the same bad spot. The brunette shook her head, knowing it was a moot effort. Her head refused to listen even though her heart was hurting. Memories hurled at her like bullets.

It didn't take the teenage Bobbi long to realize that his children failed to compare with Peter's occupation too. He wasn't there when she went out on her first date. He wasn't there when she realized it was her last date with a boy. He wasn't there when she finally figured out what had been in her blood for so long, and he wasn't there when she finally told the rest of her family how different she was. He still wasn't there when they hugged her and accepted who she was.

Through the first year and a half, she had resisted the lure of medicine, even though it called to her, settling for something that was incredibly easy for her, Chemistry. It gave her time to be with friends and make new ones. Her presence alone commanded attention and people gravitated toward her.

At all cost, she didn't want to be like him. Still, somehow Bobbi got to the point where she couldn't resist the lure any longer. Before she knew what hit her, she was in medical school and doing a residency at Cook County General. Medicine may have called to her, but it didn't tell her what she would be facing -- death, bureaucracy, and egos the size of Texas. Bobbi knew medicine was her calling but emergency medicine was not, especially on that snowy night when it all hit the fan.

She needed somewhere, where it was okay to care a little too much because it was what people wanted. She needed a place where the blood, the egos, and the bureaucracy were virtually non-existent. After the funeral, Bobbi found out that she needed her father like never before. She swallowed her pride, finished her residency, and found herself once again in Ivanhoe, Minnesota as a GP in her father's practice. Before she left, the brunette made one solemn promise to herself --- the patients were her priority; the patients were her world and there was room for nothing else. Bobbie was not just like her father, she had become him. She cut herself off from the rest of the world.

So much alike, they never talked about more than the next patient or the next medical procedure. He had never re-married between his time with a booming practice, the small hospital, and the local clinic there wasn't room for anyone. She had done the same for a time. They were known as double ice with their aloof manner around the hospital but unbelievable warmth toward the patients. It was lonely to a degree, but she found relief for her baser instincts discreetly and infrequently. There were no tractor pulls, no Polska Kielbasa festivals that included a multitude of food, drink, dances, karaoke, and no Centennial for her.

When the town celebrated its ancestry the August of the previous year, Bobbi worked and continued to do so. That is until her father made an announcement that would utterly change things. He pulled her into his office one frigid Tuesday. "I've been having a lot of pain lately. Um..." His head lowered. "They say that I have liver cancer that spread to my lungs." His voice took on a grainy, pained quality. "They say I have less than six months to live." Then to her consternation and surprise, he had cried like a baby right in front of her. "I need you," he said.

I needed you growing up. I needed you when I was confused. I needed you when I was in pain. Where were you? Now, you need me. Instead of saying all of that, Bobbi had simply nodded. For the next few months, she treated him like a prized patient, being both doctor and nurse. She bathed him, fed him, and held his hand when he cried out in acute pain. Slowly, the shell she spent so long to build started to crack. Before the excessive pain, he started to show her the father she had missed. The father who said, "I love who you are. I'm proud of you. I'm sorry."

Then, with a snap of a finger he was gone. In her mind, it was another one she couldn't save. It was more blood on her hands. The day she buried Peter Waszinski those cracks sealed up, and she took over her father's practice full time, forgetting the hospital and the clinic. Now, she was only on call to the community. His old patients stuck with her, and some new ones came. However, there were a few that stayed away from a doctor so young, from a doctor who was a woman.

And here I am where I want to be, where I need to be. Something good came out of all this. These people are happy, and I get to be the doctor and the person I wanted. Large elegant hands pushed wisps of ebony silk that was way too long away from her face again as normally chiseled features, consisting of slashing cheekbones, a straight aquiline nose, full naturally rosy lips, and a pointed, determined chin, screwed in disgust as she stared at the nearest wall.

The weariness that sent Bobbi to bed early took hold of her again. Lying back onto the large brass bed, she let out a sigh of relief when the images and feelings finally faded, but she was still on edge enough to almost jump out of her skin when the pillow under her head started to vibrate. She frowned and pushed a hand under it. Her fingers wrapped around something rectangular. "Oh, my beeper. Can't believe I still forget that I put it under there." She tapped the button and peered at the number. With her own demons forgotten at the moment, she jumped out of bed hastily, looking for anything to pull on over the pale blue long johns she had fallen in bed with instead of her usual attire of t-shirt and panties.

There was only one explanation for the 911 after the number. Karen Polinski's water had broken and her husband, Keith had put the page through. There was no way they were going to the hospital, preferring home birth. Bobbi rushed to the phone. Picking it up, full lips tugged into a frown at the excessive static and distant sound of dial tone. Good thing he was able to get through. She peered around the large room, scanning the clothing on the floor for something warm when it hit her. "Why would the phone..."

The brunette rushed to her bedroom window to see thick flakes of snow falling. "Shit! That's why! I guess that I shouldn't even bother with my cell." She peered down at the ground, seeing the substantial accumulation, glowing a ghostly white in the pale moonlight on top of the several feet they had already gotten. "Double shit!" She thanked whatever god listening for her finally getting the Jeep Cherokee.

Bobbi pulled on dark blue corded jeans that she kept on the floor with the rest of her clothes and searched for an old sweatshirt, already knowing that things were going to get messy. She slid across the hardwood floor as she put on socks, and her way into the bathroom to splash water on her face, gargle, and run a brush through thick hair, bypassing the application of a customary coat of lipstick and splash of Tommy Girl perfume. There was no use for it this time. It wasn't a regular house call.

The brunette slid back across the hardwood, heading to the living room in hopes of finding the sturdy Timberland boots. There was one on each end of the ivory colored couch where she had thrown them earlier. Almost slipping as she jerked them on, the doctor missed smacking her shin on the glass coffee table by a hair.

Fully dressed, she walked briskly through the kitchen and snatched open the door connecting her offices to the living quarters. Making her way down the short hall, she switched on lights in search of her medical bag, and it was exactly where she always kept it in the drawer on the right hand side. With one last look around, the brunette marveled how one side could be a total clusterfuck and the other side be perfectly organized and immaculate. She shrugged and jogged back toward the kitchen.

"Such is my life. Call me Messy Marvin." Finally ready, Bobbi tugged on the thick white coat, pulled up the hood, wrapped the ivory scarf around her face, and yanked on gloves.

Shoveling a excess snow out of the driveway, she opened the garage door and warmed up the green jeep. Within five minutes, Bobbi was on the slick, snowy roads moving slowly but surely. As an after thought, she shoved a CD in and cranked up the volume. After being hurried, it was time to relax and get in the proper mindset to bring another life in the world. "Hang in there Karen."

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Michelle gripped the steering wheel with enough force to rip it from its mount. Her breath came out in raspy gasps, leaving her light headed. The constant screaming and whining pounded in her ears like snare drums. Desperately, she stepped on the gas once more and heard only the spinning of the tire and crunching of snow. Again, a small cry of hopelessness and frustration escaped from deep within. The pain and responsibility crashed down on her.

For a second, she wondered if she should have left. For a second, she wondered if they were going to die out here before they had a chance to live. For a second, she was unsure and that brief moment of uncertainty was epiphany, letting her know that right now her life could go either way. It was her chance to push on or retreat. Something inside her clicked. Some hidden strength inside her grew. For once it was up to her, and it was then that the blonde knew freedom in its purest form. Having had a taste if only for ten hours or so, she could not squander it for Toby's sake, for hers, even for Taz's.

Picking up her little boy, she shushed him and began to hum. With her free hand, she reached over to the dashboard and cranked the heat up a notch. They had a full tank of gas. They had heat, and they had each other. It was time for Michelle to think about how to keep it that way.

Taz picked up his master's mood and began to calm as well. He watched the blonde tentatively, as if waiting for something, for anything. Scenarios flashed through Michelle's head, and as quickly as they came, she rejected him. She couldn't leave them in the car nor could she send Taz out. He would be blown away in a matter of seconds no matter what kind of dog he was. Wait. They had to wait. There was no other choice. Michelle pulled Toby to her, hoping to warm the sudden coldness in her heart and praying that she had the courage to face whoever came along to help them.

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Able to pick up a little speed because of the chains and the tread of the tires, Bobbi drove along the lighted streets, looking left and right at the side roads in case an idiot plowed into her. All the while, she sang along with the song:

Heaven help the heart that lets me inside Heaven help the one who comes in my life Heaven help the fool that walks through my door Cause I decided right now I'm ready for...

Bobbi pulled to a stop and did a double take. The brown, burgundy wood like panel of what looked to be a station wagon stuck out of a large snow bank. The hood and windshield was covered in snow, and she saw a puff of exhaust smoke coming from the back, letting her know the engine was running. The brunette peered through her own windshield hoping to see inside of the lit cab, but the windows were too fogged up. "Jesus Christ! Somebody's in there!" Bobbi switched off her own ignition and hurried across the street with the howling wind whipping her with icy fingers. Karen, we'd better hope that baby doesn't pop out like the other two did.

Over the roar of the engine and hum of the heater, Michelle thought she heard another car, but she couldn't be sure. Putting the now quiet Toby back in the car seat, she ordered Taz to the back and attempted to clean the window. The petite blonde wiped away the precipitation on the glass. A face wrapped in white stared back at her containing the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen.

Michelle yelped and reared back toward the driver's side. Her body pressed up against the door at the opposite end in fear. God, help me. I can't do this. The knock on her window made her jump and yelp again. Taking a cue from the blonde, Taz started to bark, waking up the baby all over again.

"Hey," Realizing her voice was muffled by the scarf, the brunette moved it down a little. "You okay in there?!" Bobbi asked with growing trepidation. I heard a baby, a scream, and saw green eyes, scared green eyes. I hope no one is hurt.

Think Michelle think. That was a woman's voice. Would a crazy person knock on the window first? Would it be a woman? Or are there actually good people left in the world? The blonde snuck a peek at Taz. He looked vicious in mid bark and growl. She glanced down at Toby's red face and counted her options. There was no contest. She had to do this. There was no choice. They had to get out of here. Her fear had to go on the back burner. She took a deep breath and almost choked on the last vestiges of fright as concern took over. "N-no." I have to do better than that. "No! We need help. My baby... we're stuck. Can you help us?"
Bobbi reared back up and covered her face again for protection. What the hell is a mother and her kid doing out in weather like this? It doesn't make sense. Anybody that lives here knows to stay out of the storms. Okay, Karen little Sue or whatever you plan to name her is gonna have to wait. I got me a damsel in distress. "Look! I'm a doctor! Are you or your child hurt!?"

Michelle leaned close to the passenger window again. "No, we're okay!"

The icy wind bit into the brunette in unforgiving fashion despite her padding. Shit! I'm gonna freeze out here, and I won't be good for anybody. This lady has got to trust me. "Miss? I'm tired of yelling, and it's cold as hell out here. Can you let me in? My jeep's parked not that far away!"

I can't tell anymore who's good or bad, but Taz always could. She prayed to any God who would listen. Please let this turn out alright. Let this woman be who she says she is. Michelle pulled Toby in her arms protectively, ignoring his crying for the moment and unlocked the passenger side door. "I-It's unlocked!"

Sighing in relief, Bobbi yanked on the door. It didn't budge. Ah, hell just my luck! What else is gonna happen tonight?! After gathering some strength, she tried again and landed in the snow with a wet thump. "For crying out loud!" The doctor mumbled into her scarf. Now submerged in the growing pile of snow, she felt its wet arctic bite seep into her clothes within seconds. Grabbing onto the handle, she lifted herself off the ground, and in anger gave one more hard pull. The door flew open with a loud creak. Score one for Doc B! Without preamble and grace, she threw herself into the car and pulled the door shut without slamming it.

Bobbi turned to the passengers to find two sets of eyes watching her in the lit cab. One was dark green and the other was blue. Swallowing in apprehension, she decided to deal with the blue first. She held up her hands and inched as close to the door as possible. "Whoa, good doggy?"

Taz huffed and maneuvered himself until he was hanging over the seat. He huffed again then sniffed the air around the brunette. Satisfied, he turned to the blonde and whimpered slightly.

Michelle released a breath that she wasn't aware of holding. Relinquishing her double-handed hold on Toby, she scratched Taz behind the ears. He's here if she tries anything. "Good, boy. Sit." Still full of fear and hovering against the door, Michelle swallowed hard and turned to the blue-eyed woman. "I'm s-sorry about him, but I don't know you."

Bobbi raised her hands defensively. "Whatever lady." I wouldn't blame her especially the way things are these days. She appraised the other woman -- attractive, long blonde hair with a slightly chubby face. Must be a newborn or close to it. She peered into green eyes and saw what a deer must look like caught in headlights, waiting for his final moments. She saw a combination of fear, desperation and resignation. The first word that popped into her head was running. "You're not from around here are you?"

Michelle cradled Toby in the crook of her neck. The need to protect and hoard what she had garnered such a short time ago rose with a passion, so she did the only thing she could do. "Um, w-why do you need to know t-that?" The blonde asked suspiciously. Green eyes rounded in growing fear before skittering away from blue. Oh, god is she like the others? I don't know. What am I doing?! Michelle's voice shook uncontrollably. "J-just got caught. . .in the s-storm. Didn't know what else t-to do."

Pale blue eyes squinted. Definitely running and scared shitless, and I don't need to get involved in anyone else's business right now. "Uh, okay look. Like I said I'm a doctor. I'm on my way to deliver a baby. You're free to go with me, and afterwards I'll help you find a phone that works. You can tell whoever you need to and tell them you're okay-maybe get some help. Then, I guess we'll just go from there. By the way, welcome to Ivanhoe."

We need help. I don't really have a choice in this. We can't just sit here in the snow and wait forever. I have to do this. God help me. I have to do this. Michelle glanced at the doctor and hastily retreated once again. "I-I guess. What about our things? We can't just leave them h-here."

Bobbi glanced toward the back of the cab. Thinking, she pursed her lips then blew out a breath. "We can take as much as we can. The Polinski's house isn't that far away, so we can get the rest on the way back while looking for a phone, if theirs doesn't work."

"Okay, we can do that. I guess." Indecision continued to rear its head, and fear crept back upon her. I can't believe I'm doing this. What if. . .God. What am I doing? But, I have to. . . This is so hard.

"Okay, I'm thinking out loud here. Since you have the baby, it wouldn't be good to subject her to the weather. Sooo..." She brushed off her hood, releasing long dark tresses. "I can pull a long side of you as close as I can get without our doors banging, and we'll just do a hand off, car seat and all, that should keep the baby from all of this. Then, I'll pull up a little; you grab some things; and both you and the dog can hop in. How's that for quick thinking?" Bobbi quirked a brow and a smile. She then frowned when she didn't get the same in return.

Hanging her head, Michelle mumbled her agreement. Already, she had encountered things she had never seen-- a strong, independent woman and a smile. She didn't know how to react to either. She didn't know if it was right to react to either. Michelle watched from under blonde lashes as the brunette's white hood went back over her head.

Leaving the passenger door cracked, Bobbi confronted the storm once more. With outstretched arms, she battled it, until squinted eyes could see the glinting of metal in the night. Opening up the door, she hauled herself into the cab. Come on you monster. I got the feeling that she's just as eager to be rid of me as I am of her and this screwy situation. Driving cautiously, she turned onto the side street. Even with the chains and the excellent tires, it was not good enough. The jeep started to slide toward the same snow pile the station wagon was stuck in.

"Shit! Don't do this to me!" She turned the wheel in the direction of the spinning jeep, but nothing worked. The brunette could hear the crunching snow underneath the tires and feel the friction that should have been there disappear. Gaining momentum, she tried to move out of the path of the station wagon and sighed in relief as she missed it by a nose. With a loud thunk, she headed into the pile front first. She bore down gently on the brakes hoping to stop before she got in too deep. The gesture only made her shimmy from side to side. By the time, the Cherokee stopped, Bobbi was buried almost all the way to the cab.

Grinding her teeth and cursing like a sailor, she threw it in reverse and pounded on the gas. I have never been a damsel in distress, and I won't be one now. Damn it! The gods weren't listening. With each rev of her engine the tires burrowed in more. She smacked the steering wheel in frustration but continued to try. It only sunk deeper. "This can not be happening to me!" Letting out a muted growl, she cut the engine, laid her head down on the steering wheel, and glanced out the window at the station wagon parked beside her.

Wrapping Toby up as warm and tight as possible, Michelle watched in fascination and horror as the jeep slid past her into the snow bank she was sure she owned. She swallowed back the tears that threatened and inwardly shouted to any god that would listen. What are you trying to tell me? I'm trying here! Why are you doing this?! I just wanted out. That's all. Is it too much to ask? Why punish her she doesn't even know me!

For the first time in her life, the blonde felt that curses existed, and particularly powerful one was linked to her. Michelle resisted the urge to scream, knowing that it would only make her feel better. Nothing would be fixed. This can't get any... She stopped herself before finishing the mental statement, harboring the knowledge that it could in fact get a lot worse. It was back to waiting again.

Not having a lot of choices, Bobbi went with the obvious. She had to go back to the station wagon. There was no point in keeping two cars running when she didn't know when they were going to be found. Sometime before the May thaw I hope. Wrapping up as tightly as she could, she grabbed her bag and opened the door to face one of the worst nights of her life. Okay, B. Be calm. That woman still needs help, but how much help does she need?

The passenger door creaked open again, letting a blast of frigid air in. Michelle huddled Toby to her as Bobbi swept into the car like the wind itself. The brunette wrestled herself out of the layers of clothing. Okay, I gotta do something to keep us sane here. She pursed her lips and turned to the blonde giving her a long look. It was long enough to make hesitant green meet blue. The doctor blew out an exasperated breath and scratched her jaw. "Ookay, what you just saw was the dry run. The real rescue will start..." She looked down at the Timex on her wrist. "As soon as the Big Guy stops dicking us round," Bobbi added with a crooked smirk.

Michelle blinked. There it is again that smile. She's trying to make light of this to keep things from seeming so desperate, but I don't know how to respond. So the blonde said nothing.

Oh, come on. It's almost as if she doesn't know what to... do. What's going on here? Careful, B. Remember, no complications. Despite of what she was thinking, the unthinkable came from the brunette's mouth. Her voice lowered an octave, "Come on now. You can't give into this. Cops and trucks come through this area all the time even in storms. It's just a matter of waiting it out." What am I doing?! Am I soothing her?

I don't understand this. I'm a stranger to her. Why is she trying to help me? Why is she treating me like this? Do something! But I don't know how. So, Michelle did her best. The sides of her mouth lifted, twittered, and it all felt so rusty. She could feel the hinges moaning with each flick of muscle. The smile refused to form. It had been forever since she smiled at anyone. The blonde did the best she could and replied with a soft "okay" to a statement she almost forgotten had been made.

Okay, that's a start. Bobbi grinned and ducked her head in an effort to catch rapidly lowering green eyes. "Now, that wasn't hard was it? I'm Bobbi by the way, and you are?" She didn't dare hold out her hand. The woman looked as though she would bolt at any minute.

Michelle swallowed. Bad people don't introduce themselves do they? "Um, I'm Michelle." She murmured shakily and pointed toward the baby. "This is Toby, my son, and that's Taz." On cue, Taz leaned over the seat and snuffed then nuzzled Bobbi's hair. That's a real good sign, but I don't know. "Um, I think he likes you. He's usually not like that with anyone but me."

Bobbi turned toward the dog, scratching his ears. "Well, I'm not really a dog person, but this guy is cute." The brunette groaned on the inside. What am I doing? She mentally shrugged. Well in for a nickel... "So are you gonna tell me where you're from? That might help since we're trying to get you back there."

Michelle could feel the blood roaring in her ears as panic-struck hard. She couldn't think and went with the first word from her mouth. "Um, Billings," she answered hesitantly.

It hasn't been that long since I've been around people that I can't tell when one is lying. "Uh, no… Try again. It's okay to tell me."

Michelle turned away quickly to peer down at her squirming child. Her chest heaved, and she fiddled with the blanket to hide shaking hands. The anxiety began to grow acute. What does she want from me?! I can't tell her. No one can find out. It's safer that way. She clutched at Toby using him as an anchor. Her grip grew tighter. In protest, Toby cried out.

Led by instincts honed in medical school, Bobbi reached for the child in concern.

"No! Don't touch me!" Michelle screamed, lunged, then cowered deep in the corner.

Azure eyes widened, and Bobbi reared back toward the passenger door in defense, holding her hands up for added protection. "Whoa lady! I was just checking on the baby."

Still caught in the throes of an impending flashback, the blonde screamed out what she could not all the other times, "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" In her mind, all Michelle could see was dark hair and gleaming eyes moving toward her. Never again. Toby cried louder and her vision cleared at the shrieking sound. The blonde turned to the other woman only to see her watching cautiously with wide wary eyes. A small hand covered her mouth when she realized what had transpired. "Oh my God! I'm sorry I didn't mean... I mean, I thought you were somebody..."

The brunette held up a hand to stop her. I can only guess what you're running from, kid, but whatever it is -- isn't pretty in the least. I know all about that. "It's okay, just try to relax. Someone should be by in a little bit." I hope it's quick. I really don't need this.

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