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Finding A Family Ancestor

     Walking around the well manicured grounds of the large plantation that she was visiting. As she walked the grounds she hoped that the visions she always get when she visits places don’t start, she just wanted to visit places and not have them. Coming up on where the slave quarters were sitting, as she stepped closer she could see the slaves gathered around fires cooking. Children playing simple games of chase laughing and giggling as they did. She could tell that these slaves were healthy, happy and seem to be well cared for. But as quickly as the vision came it left the minute she left the area of the quarters.

Shaking her head the young woman made her way over to the path that lead up to the large man house. Making her way up the main path Sarah looked at the trees and flowers that were planted all along the path. Reaching the steps that lead to the porch she stopped and looked up at the white washed house with its green shutters. A image of how the house looked in its prime came to her, oh to have lived in such luxury must have been so nice she muttered to herself. Climbing the steps a vision suddenly came to her.

&Miss Sarah, Miss Sarah you best come on your pa will be mad if your not ready to greet your guests.& A voice of what had to be a young girl called out to her. &I’m coming’& she called out and quickly climbed the steps to the house feeling the skirts moving around her legs as she climbed the stairs and went into the house.

Hurrying through the entryway to the stairs and started to ascend them to the second floor where the bedroom are. Moving down the wide hallway with paintings along on the wall that showed the house in different stages of being build and the plantations growth over the years, small tables along the hall that held vases of flowers and trinket boxes. It was like she knew everything in the hall like she had grown up with them in the places that they were in.

Opening the door to a room and stepping into it she saw the lace curtains that covered the one window in the room that was across from the hallway door, and the glass doors that lead to the balcony sway in the light breeze that came through them as they sat ajar to let in the smell of the spring flowers from the gardens below. There was a large dresser with carvings on the drawers that stood on the same wall as the rooms only window. There was a large poster bed that sat in the middle of the room with the headboard pushed up against the wall adjacent to the window.

Standing in the doorway the room felt as if it was her room since she was a child but she knew she had never been here before. The vision she was seeing playing like a movie in her head, she watched a young woman that looked just like her move about the room. Moving towards the bed and knelt next to the side of it closest to the door and reached under it. Feeling around under it till she felt something like an opening it. Reaching into the hole with a little effort Sarah was able to feeling around in the hole and grab what felt like a box or something that had been hidden in it and pulled it out.

Sitting up and leaning back against the bed side the young woman held the item she had found close as she waited for the vision that lead her to the find to pass. Sometimes it didn’t take to long for them to pass other times it seem to take forever for them to pass depending on the strength of the vision. Sitting back holding the item close while slowly the room she was seeing started to fade and clear back into the room that it had been restored to. Standing on shaky legs Sarah moved to the door clutching the item to her chest as she moved. Moving at a slow and steady pace she made her way back down the hall towards the stairs in the back of the house. It seem to take forever to reach the back of the house to find another way out.

Finding the backdoor of the house and finally stepping outside and taking a deep breath Sarah felt stronger. Looking around to see if anyone saw her leave with the item she found before making her way across the manicured lawn to the gravel parking lot. Quickly getting into her car and set the wrapped item on the seat next to her, and started the car. Pulling out of the lot and headed the short distance to her hotel. Closing the door to her room behind her and securing it, then made sure the curtains were closed tight before sitting on the bed with her find.

Gently removing the cloth around the item she revealed a dark carved wooden box. Opening the box she carefully pulled out each item that was inside looking them over before setting them beside her on the bed. Setting the box aside she looked over everything that was on the bed. Finally she picked up the locked turning it over in her hand, this time she noticed that part of it was off center like a tiny hinge was broken. As careful as she could she worked the locket open to reveal two small pictures inside, one was of a small child the other was of a young man in some sort of uniform. Turning the open locket over in her hand she noticed that it had something engraved on the back. Moving closer to the bedside table she turned on the light   and tried to read what was written on it, with a little effort she was able to read it, &My Angels Thank God.& Sitting back she knew that saying from somewhere but could not place where she had heard it. After a few minutes it cam to her, &mom’s journal.& Scrambling over to her suitcase and dug out her mother’s journal being careful of the fragile locket that was in her her hand.

Flipping through the pages Sarah soon found the right page with the saying on it. &It’s the sam saying’ but…& Looking back at the locket in her hand and the other items on the bed, her eyes soon settled on the journal &Maybe in there is a reason.& Making sure she was careful she put everything but the journal back into the box and set it on the bedside table. Moving back on the bed and settled against the headboard of the bed, and started to read the journal. Hearing something she looked up and nearly dropped the journal when she saw someone standing at the foot of her bed. It was a young woman dressed in 18th century clothing with her brown hair pulled up into a low bun on the back of her neck with ringlets framing her face, Looking at her she soon realized that this was the woman that she had seen pictures of at the plantation. &Who are you? What do you want?&

The woman smiled at her, &don’t be afraid Sarah that is my journal you reading. I’m Sarah Wisemen your great great great grandmother. I need you help to prove your great great great grandfather was not a traitor, and to restore our family name.&

&But how? Why me I’m no one special? Theres nothing in here so far that tells me any thing like that.& The brunette looked down at the book in her lap, &I’ll keep reading, Help me find what you seek.& For some reason she did not feel afraid of the figure at the foot of the bed, she felt nothing but love and warmth from it.

Moving around the bed to stand beside her, &I will you have a gift. But first you need to rest my child. I’ll be right here keeping watch over you.&

&Maybe your right, it can’t hurt to sleep on it.& Sarah laid the journal on the bedside table next to the box, before settling herself into the bed for the night and drifted into a fitful sleep. After a night of dreams that didn’t make sense to her. Sitting up she looked around to see if she could see the same lady that she had seen last night before going to sleep. Shaking her head as she got up and got ready for the day. &I must have been seeing things last night.& Grabbing the journal and box from the bedside table and sat them on the the small table that sat in front of the rooms only windows, then dug out her notepad and sat it next to everything else before getting a soda from the small refrigerator that was in the room for guests to use.

Opening the curtains she sat down at the table she started to write down the dreams from the night before. Then she tried to match the images in her dreams to places mentioned in the journal and a map of a the planation. Looking at everything she had in front of her frowning sitting back &there’s nothing there, theres not building in that spot so how can anything be there?& Thinking she doesn’t  remember anything on anything she read while at the plantation that mentioned of a building being there. &Okay if your who you say you are help me figure this out.&

&I’m here,& The older lady said as she came to the table where the younger woman sat. &What’s wrong child?& She looked over what her great great great granddaughter had laid out. The area that the younger woman had circled on the map had her leaning closer that was where the kitchen house use to be till it burnt down just before the war started. We had it rebuilt closer to the main house to make it easier for the kitchen people to keep the food warm while they brought it to the table for us.&

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New Christmas Blessing

“Little Britches” (ATF) Universe
Author’s note: I am new to writing M7 fic, so please be gentle with me. Thanks to Luna Dey and Steelknight who beta’d for me, and to my friends and fellow list members who allow me to try out my fics on them. This one is based on the lyrics of the song Christmas Shoes, by Leonard Ahlstrom and Eddie Carswell. Thanks to Mog for creating the ATF universe, and thanks to JK Poffenberger for creating the Little Britches AU.
Disclaimer: The Magnificent Seven and all related characters, concepts, etc. are the property of CBS, MGM, and Trilogy and other Powers That Be. No copyright infringement is intended or, and no profit is being made.
Feedback: Feedback is welcome, but no flames please.

It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin’ to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing round like little boys do, and in his hands he held a pair of shoes
His clothes were worn and old
He was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn’t believe what I heard him say
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy said there’s not much time
You see, mom’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight
He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, “Son, there’s not enough here”
He searched his pockets frantically, then he turned and he looked at me
He said, “Mama always made Christmas good at our house,
Through most years she did without
Tell me, sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow, I’ve got to buy these Christmas shoes.”
I just had to help him out
And as I laid the money down
I’ll never forget the look on his face
When he said, “Mama’s gonna look so great.”
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy said there’s not much time
You see, mom’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight
I knew I’d caught a glimpse of heaven’s love as he thanked me and ran out

I knew that God had sent that little boy my way
To remind me just what Christmas is all about
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy said there’s not much time
You see, mom’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight
Christmas Shoes
– Leonard Ahlstrom and Eddie Carswell


Chris stood in line at the store, making sure he had the last of the gifts for his team. He had had a long day and was not in the mood to deal with the crowds, but he wanted to pick up one more thing for the boys.

As Larabee stood in line he noticed the little boy in front of him. The youth was dirty from head to toe, and when he looked up at the tall blonde with those big blue eyes, Chris could not help but think of what Vin looked like when they found him.


Chris watched the boy empty his pennies for the gift he wanted to buy. His mind wandered back to what JD had said about Vin finding him on the streets after JD’s mother was killed. His attention was brought back to the present when he felt a tug on his arm. “Mister, can you help me? I really need to get these.”
The usually stern agent looked into those pleading eyes, and he knew he had to help the boy. With the hint of a smile, the man in black reached into his pocket and pulled out enough money to make up the difference.

The little boy smiled and said, “Thank you, Mister!” and then he dashed out of the store.

Larabee knew that someone up there had led them to that warehouse that day, and led them to those two little boys. With a much lighter heart he paid the cashier. He found himself humming a long forgotten Christmas tune as he made his way out to his truck.

Other memories flooded to the surface as he made the long drive out to the ranch. Chris remembered the fear that ran through his body when he first found Vin. The child had been shot and would have died if they hadn’t found him when they did. It was during Vin’s recovery that Chris Larabee lost his heart and soul to a pair of blue eyes.

As much as Larabee hated to admit it, he had lost his heart that day. That one little boy had broken down the walls he had built over the past three years, since the death of his family. He pulled into the long drive of the Ranch, and he hoped Buck had not put the boys to bed yet. He pulled to a stop next to Buck’s beat up truck, and he could not help but laugh to see the other cars there too. The blonde shut off the engine, grabbed the packages, and headed for the house.
+ + + + + + +

Vin stood in the window watching for Chris. Buck had seen the disappointment in the boy’s eyes when Larabee did not pick him up from Nettie’s. As Wilmington watched the small boy, he knew exactly when Chris pulled up.

The youth jumped off the couch and ran for the door. “He’s home! Chris is home!” he yelled excitedly.

“Whoa there, brother. You need a coat,” Josiah said as he snatched up the boy. He quickly helped the boy into his coat and opened the door for him.

Everyone gathered at the window just in time to see the skinny seven year old bowl Chris over into a snow drift. In the house, the men went silent as they watched the man in black lose his footing and fall over. They let out a collective sigh of relief and smiled as they watched Chris grin and tickle the boy.
Vin laughed happily and tried to wiggle out of his reach. “I thought the snow kept you in town.”

Chris climbed to his feet and gathered up his packages, before taking Vin by the hand. “Nothing would keep me from my family on Christmas.”

The two walked into the house, removed their coats, and joined the others in the living room. Larabee took the beer Nathan offered him and sat down in his recliner. “Thanks, Nathan. I am glad we are all together here tonight.”

Vin crawled into the big man’s lap and snuggled close. He could not help but think that he was glad that they were all together too.

Chris wrapped his arm around the small form on his lap, and relayed the story of what happened in the store to the other men. “It made me remember the day we came across these two. I hadn’t been that scared in a long time,” he sighed. “Someone was watching over them until we got there that day.”

Buck ruffled JD’s hair and nodded. “I think yer right, Pard. These two managed to finally make us all a family. This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. “I do believe you should tuck these two wee ones into bed, Chris.” Ezra dropped his usual formality as he smiled warmly at the two young boys, who were both struggling to stay awake.

Looking down at the yawning youth, Chris nodded in agreement. “I think so, too. Come on, Cowboy. It’s time for bed.” He cradled the slight form against his shoulder as he headed up the stairs.

Buck followed close behind them, holding JD snuggly to his chest. “You know, Pard, he was just the right person to bring you back to the world.”

“You’re right, Bucklin, and I am glad we found them when we did,” Chris replied as he tucked Vin into bed.
Wilmington kissed JD on the forehead as he tucked him in. “Night, Squirt.”

The two men shut the door behind them and headed back downstairs. “All tucked in for the night,” Chris announced to his friends. “Now let’s wrap the rest of these gifts.”

With five men sharing the task they had it done in no time. They surveyed the results of their work, as it lay nestled under the tree. Each man was lost in his own thoughts of Christmases past and Christmases yet to come. “They’ll be up early,” Buck said. “We best hit the sack.”

They all agreed and headed off to find rooms and beds for the night. Chris and Buck climbed into their own beds and fell into a peaceful sleep, both content that their family was all together on this special night.

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OverPowering Love

Overpowering Love

by JSassy

Disclaimer: Don’t own them make no money off them. Property of MGM / Trilogy.

Author’s Note: Thanks to Luna Dey who beta’d for me, and to my friends and fellow list members who allow me to try out my fics on them. Thanks to Mog for creating the ATF universe.

Song : I Think About You (Don Schlitz/ Steve Seekin)

Chris Larabee stood staring out the window with his head leaning against the cool glass. Here he was in another hospital room, only this time it wasn’t any of Team Seven that lay in the bed behind him. He studied the figure that lay in the bed and heaved a heavy sigh as he walked over and sank into the chair he had spent the last two days living in. He reached out a callused hand and took the smaller hand in his. He still saw her as a toddler with big blue eyes that watched him with pride touched with a little bit of hero worship.

Larabee pressed the dainty hand to his cheek and tried to wish her to wake up by the sheer force of his will alone. “Wake up baby please. I need to see those baby blues of yours.” Exhausted, he laid his head on the bed and closed his eyes. He could hear the radio Vin had brought playing softly in the background.

Every time I see a woman on a billboard sign I think about you Saying “drink this beer and you’ll be mine” I think about you

When an actress on the movie screen Plays Lolita in some old man’s dreams It doesn’t matter who she is I think about you

His mind replayed the call from the school over and over in a never-ending loop. He couldn’t believe it when he was told a fellow student had severely beaten her. She was being loaded into the ambulance as he spoke to the principal. She was still unconscious and the more time that passed the more worried he became.

He was able to start proceedings against the young man responsible for what happened when he met the cops at the hospital. Krissy was only sixteen, so he was the one who needed to press the charges.

Those first hours after she had been brought to the hospital had been agonizing for Chris, and thinking back on them didn’t lessen the feelings of anger and fear he had felt then. The cops taking the report told him what they had found, and what they had been told by the student that came across Krissy and her assailant. They said that they had found a bat nearby, and that they were waiting on test results to see if the blood on it matched hers. They had found out that she had put up a hell of a fight. Chris smiled at thought of the damage she could have inflicted on the boy responsible. As he paced the ER waiting room, he fought hard to keep the fear of losing his little girl away, but nothing he did seemed to help. He knew he couldn’t handle it if he had to bury her too.

He had paced around the waiting room for what seemed like hours, until someone finally had come to talk to him before they had taken him up to the surgical waiting room.

When I see a pretty woman walking down the street I think about you Men look her up and down like she’s some kind of treat I think about you She wouldn’t dare talk to a stranger Always has to be aware of the danger Doesn’t matter who she is I think about You… eight years old Big blue eyes and a heart of gold

When I look at this world, I think about You… and I can’t help but see That every woman used to be Somebody’s little girl… I think about you

Every time I hear people say it’s never gonna change I think about you Like it’s some kind of joke, some kind of game Girl I think about you When I see a woman on the news Who didn’t ask to be abandoned or abused It doesn’t matter who she is I think about…

Chris mulled over the list of her injuries in his head, and he couldn’t help but think that the list could rival that of Team Seven’s Sharpshooter. It was amazing how one teenage boy could do such damage to another person.

They had taken the young girl into surgery to fix her broken ribs and punctured lung. They also had a cracked pelvic bone to contend with, and they ended up wiring her jaw shut to help the fractures in it and her left cheek bone heal.

His heart broke when he saw her in the recovery room. Her blonde hair was still tinted slightly red from the blood that had been rinsed out of it. The fine features of her face were hard to see through all the distortion caused by the bruises and swelling. He could see where they had wired her jaw shut and he shuddered in sympathy at the thought of the pain she would have to endure. Through all the cuts and bruises he could still see his little girl in the image his mind conjured up. She stood looking up at him with those big blue eyes, begging him not to go every time he had to return to college or to the police academy.

You… eight years old Big blue eyes and a heart of gold

When I look at this world, I think about You… and I can’t help but see That every woman used to be

Somebody’s little girl… I think about…

You… eight years old Big blue eyes and a heart of gold When I look at this world I think about you I think about you I think about you

Chris was brought back from his worried thoughts buy a gentle pressure on his hand. When he looked up he saw a pair of unfocused, pain filled, baby blue eyes watching him. Larabee sat up and he could see her when she tried to speak. Quickly moving closer to her head he laid a gentle finger to her lips. “Shh baby, don’t try and talk. They had to wire your jaw shut to help it and your cheek heal properly.”

He could see the fear in her eyes. He gently placed his forehead against hers and whispered. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I made sure of it. I’m not leaving you this time.” He knew the gesture would calm her just as it always had even after the worst of nightmares when she was little. He could feel her relax at the touch.

+ + + + + + +

As he watched her drift back to sleep, Chris thought about how much of her life he had missed. He squared his shoulders, and he made her a promise that he would be there for her no matter what. She would live with him also … It was time she lived with her father. The ATF agent sat back in the chair and thought back to the day that he told his parents his girlfriend was with child. His parents didn’t like Michelle. They thought she was a bad influence on their son. But, when he said he wanted to raise his child they agreed to help him. He gently took his daughter’s small hand in his, and his thoughts drifted back to his years at home. They never hid the fact that he was her father. She grew up calling him daddy. A smile spread across his face and he decided he would speak to his father. He knew they would let her come to live with him. They had been after him to raise her in his house since the death of his wife and son.

“Mr. Larabee,” a soft female voice called from the door.

Chris looked up and nodded. “Yes?” He straightened to stand by the side of the bed, while keeping a hand on his daughter’s arm.

The young woman stepped into the room and fiddled with her hat as she looked at the famous ATF agent. “I’m Detective Landau. I’m here about the abuse your daughter suffered. The officers that took your report stated that there wasn’t much to all this. I am just following up.”

Closing his eye against the anger that started to build. When he thought he could speak without taking the woman’s head off, he looked up at the detective. “Look at her. She’s only sixteen. She should be out with her friends, going to movies, and going out on dates, not to mention dances at school. But, no, she’s laying here unable to move or speak, and they say there’s nothing to report.”

“Mr. Larabee. Please calm down. As a parent myself I understand how you’re feeling.” For a moment, she could see the worry and concern etched on his face before his mask fell into place.

“Calm down! Lady you don’t have any idea how I feel. This isn’t your child laying here scared and in pain. Her injuries are enough to make a grown man cringe.” Chris fought to control his voice and his statements, but he was fighting a losing battle.

The detective was shocked by this news. “Injuries? The report never mentioned them. How badly was she injured?”

Larabee shook his head. It didn’t surprise him that it wasn’t mentioned. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?…. She has a cracked pelvis, lower jaw and left cheek are also cracked, a couple of broken ribs, and a punctured lung. That doesn’t even take into account all of her cuts and bruises. Now, you tell me if there’s nothing to be worried about.”

The detective made her way to the bed and stared wide-eyed at the young girl sleeping there. She couldn’t help but wince at seeing the swollen face. “How did all this happen?”

“The jerk those officers arrested did this, just because she turned him down for a date. I want him to pay for this. I don’t mean to take it out on you, but,” he indicated the small form in the bed, “my child is laying here battered and broken after a vicious attack.” He knew what the next question she was that she was bound to ask. “No, he didn’t rape her. Someone came upon them before he could.”

She looked up sharply at the tall blonde. Landau couldn’t believe he knew what she was thinking. “How did you know I was going to ask that?”

“I’m an AT F agent. I know the law. It’s a standard question when a woman is beaten.” Chris kept his eyes on the young woman in the bed, and he was relieved to feel her move under his hand.

“I’ll look into the report. Please give me a call when she wakes. I do need to talk to her.” Landau handed him her card. Just before turning to leave she paused to look at the battered teenager. She gave her a light pat on the arm and then turned to leave.

Larabee glanced at the card before shoving it into his pocket. He closed his eyes a moment and took a couple deep breaths to steady himself, and then he retrieved a cool cloth form the bathroom. Gently, he bathed her face in an effort to help her relax into a healing sleep.

+ + + + + + +

During the next month, Krissy dealt with the countless visits from cops and the Lawyers dealing with the case. On more then one occasion the young girl franticly tried to tell her father that she didn’t want to testify. Chris did his best to reassure her that she wouldn’t have to see him and that her written testimony would be enough. DA Travis sat next to the frightened girl. “Easy hun. I just need you to write down what happen and what he said to you.”

The young blonde turned to her father for help. She didn’t’ want to do this, but she knew if she didn’t he would do it to someone else.

Chris laid a hand on her shoulder and nodded. “Go on. You don’t want him to do this again to some other girl do you?” He saw her shake her head in answer. Then he handed her the pen.

While she was busy, he let his mind slip back to the call he made to the office when he first got to the hospital on that first day. He had only gotten out that Krissy was in the hospital before the line went dead. Larabee knew the rest of the team would be there within the next hour. Larabee watched each member of his team react to the young girl’s injuries. He couldn’t help but cringe when Buck swore as he stormed form the room. Nathan picked up her chart and read it. To ease his own mind, he gently checked her over. JD worried him when he watched the youngest member of his team step away from the bed. Silence was not a good thing from the usually boisterous young man. Ezra lightly brushed a finger across her cheek and shook his head sadly, and Josiah closed his eyes and said a silent prayer for the young girl. Vin gave Chris a silent nod, and he laid a hand on the young girl’s covered leg. His heart was breaking for his best friend and his daughter. In the short time that he had been with the team, he came to see her as a little sister. He made a silent promise that the boy would know he had messed with the wrong girl.

Larabee had noticed that Ezra had slipped out of the room and he was sure that Standish had gone to find Buck. Buck always had a hard time dealing with something like this happening to a woman, and he had known that Ezra would be able to help calm his old friend down.

As the days and nights passed, the nightmares had been the worst. She flung out at the images she saw in her dreams, and it pained Chris to hold her down knowing he might be hurting her more. He was afraid the restraints might do more damage to her mind set than had already been done by experiencing the brutal attack, and he refused to let them use them on her. Every time he had to hold her down he was careful not to hold where her injuries were, but he was still afraid of hurting her.

Larabee was brought back to the present by a tug on his arm. He looked down at his little girl and smiled as she handed him the paper she was working on. He could see she was getting tired. “I think she’s had enough for today. Do you have everything you need?” he asked Travis

“Yes. This should work just fine.” He put the paper in his case after having the notary, who had come with him, notarize it for proof of authenticity. Then he stood to go. “Evelyn sends her love,” he told Chris as he clasped the blonde’s arm in a gesture of support. He looked down at the girl that now leaned back against the pillows, already sleeping, and sighed. He bid Chris goodnight and left to visit the lawyer he had gotten for them. After everyone had left, the tall blonde sat on the edge of the bed. A smile lit his face when he felt her move closer to him in her sleep. He knew she felt safe now. As he leaned back against the wall, he managed to drift off to sleep.

+ + + + + + +

Chris looked at his watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time just as Josiah walked through the door. “Sorry I’m late. Truck wouldn’t start.” He explained as he took the chair that Larabee had vacated.

“That’s okay. Thanks for staying with her. I just don’t feel like she’s ready to be left alone yet.” Gently he placed a kiss on the sleeping girl’s forehead and then left for court.

While sitting there, he couldn’t’ believe the kid was only getting Juvenile Hall. Larabee leaned close to their lawyer and urged her to push for a stronger sentence.

The judge looked at the angry face of a father let down by the system “Mr. Larabee. I understand how you feel. But, being a law enforcement officer yourself you know how it works. I just hope your daughter has no permanent ill effects from what has happened to her.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Chris Larabee looked over at the boy responsible for all this, and he turned the full force of his glare on the young man. “I hope some day you’re on the receiving end of a beating just like the one you gave my daughter.” With that, the ATF agent left the courtroom. He knew he needed to calm down before he told her the out come of the trail.

As he entered the room, he noticed that the rest of the team was there and Krissy was awake. He gave them a small, weak smile.

“Well, how did it go?” Buck asked as he lost another hand of cards to the younger blonde.

A frown creased the tall blonde’s face at seeing the cards, and he tossed a glance at the team’s undercover agent, who shrugged in reply.

“OH! Don’t worry Pard; it’s only rummy.” Buck tossed out the explanation, knowing his oldest friend had turned to Standish for an answer. “So, you going to tell us or not?”

With a heavy sigh Chris nodded. “He got Juvenile Hall ’til he’s eighteen. Then they will seal his records.” He heard the other members gasp at what he had just said, but it was his daughter’s reaction he was worried about. He got it, when she threw the cards and knocked over the tray table.

Vin moved quickly to grab the radio and phone before she had a chance to get hold of them.

The man in black was already by her side. He pulled her into a hug and held on until he felt her fighting stop and the crying begin. “Shhhh baby. I know, but he’s under age and the courts can’t do anymore then that. I know it’s not fair.” He let his fingers gently stroke her hair, and soon he could feel her relax in his arms. Still, he didn’t release his hold on her. Larabee sat with her until she finally managed to fall asleep.

“It’s not right, Chris. He gets off for the most part, and Krissy has to live with this the rest of her life,” JD said, trying to control his anger.

“I know, JD, but you know as well as I do how the law works.” The blonde noticed when the other nodded in agreement with him.

Chris was glad that at least the trial was taken care of very quickly, and that Krissy hadn’t had to be there. But, he hated seeing how down she was after finding out about the verdict. “Baby, I know how you feel, but there isn’t anything we can do about it. At least he got something out of it and didn’t walk away free and clear.” He saw her sigh in resignation. “Now you have your therapy to deal with, and you need to get well enough to go home. Think you can try really hard, so you can come home?” he asked. She tipped her head and looked at him with a question in her eyes, then she pointed from herself to him. “Yes, with me, baby.” She smiled and then paused to look around the room. She pointed to the clock and then again from herself to her father. Chris smiled as he caught her meaning. “From now on. I want you with me from now on.” She hugged him and smiled as much as she could with the wires holding her jaws. After that day, she threw herself into the therapy. She wanted to go home.

+ + + + + + +

Krissy sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her father to arrive. After a month in the hospital she was more than ready to go home.

“Good afternoon, Krissy. I see you’re ready to go. I just have a few things to go over with your father then you can leave.” Doctor Thomas smiled at seeing the sparkle in the young blonde’s eyes. She knew going home was now the best thing for her. “I just need to check you over then you’re all set to go.” After a quick examination of the young woman, she smiled. “You’re healing well, but I still don’t want you trying to walk yet.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t be walking anytime soon.” An authoritative voice came from the direction of the door. Both women looked up at hearing the strong voice to see a smiling blonde standing there.

Chris pushed away from the doorframe and made his way over to the bed. He wrapped his arms around the younger of the two women and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry I’m late baby. Had to get a few things.” Larabee turned to the doctor. “So doc, when do the wires get to come out?” he asked as he took his little girl’s hand.

“I want to see her next week. They should be able to come out then as long as she follows my instructions, and above all, NO walking, get plenty of rest, and take your meds.”

“She will. I have six helpers lined up,” the ATF agent said as he took the stack of prescriptions the doctor handed him.

The doctor shook her head in sympathy for the girl. She knew all to well how Team Seven was when it came to one of their own, and this young girl was no exception. If anything, they were more protective of her than they were with each other. “I take it the team members are the helpers?”

“Right, she’s got six honorary uncles willing to take their turns at helping her.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at seeing the panic in the blue eyes that stared up at him. “Don’t worry, Nettie and Casey have also volunteered to help you.” He watched the relief play across her face and smiled back at her.

The nurse helped the orderly get Krissy settled into a wheelchair, as Chris gathered up all the things that the guys had brought her. The doctor handed him the sheet with the final instructions and Chris did one last check of the room to be sure they hadn’t missed anything, then he lead the way to his truck waiting out front.

+ + + + + + +

As they stepped out the door, Krissy sat up straighter and smiled as much as she could when she saw Vin standing by the truck. He held a stuffed Bear that was holding a heart. When the wheelchair was stopped next to him he handed her the bear and kissed her on the cheek. “Glad your coming home, Squirt.” He gently tweaked her nose when he saw her give him a good imitation of Chris’s famous glare. She never had liked that nickname.

After playing the dutiful father by making sure her seatbelt was securely fastened, where she was seated in the middle of the large bench seat in the truck, he watched Vin climb in next to her and pull the young girl close. The younger man had wrapping a protective arm around her and let her lean against him. Chris smiled warmly at the sight as he went around and climbed into the driver’s side.

Larabee started the engine and headed the truck out onto the highway toward home. They made one quick stop to fill the prescriptions, and he thought of stopping for milk shakes. He changed his mind when he saw the young woman was asleep were she leaned against the sharpshooter. He reached over and gave his daughter a gentle pat on the knee and he kept the truck headed towards the ranch and the rest of their family.

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The rest of the team heard the truck pull in the drive and made their way out onto the porch to welcome their lost angel home. Chris smiled fondly at the sight of them gathered there, impatiently waiting for them to get Krissy out of the truck. Josiah was the first to give up any show of patience, and he walked over to the truck. The Profiler waited for Vin to climb out and then picked up the sleeping girl and headed into the house. In the den, he gently placed her on the couch and pulled the afghan off the back to cover her. The big man leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Welcome home Angel.” Then he put his size to good use and he ushered the others from the room so she could sleep.

They all gathered in the kitchen, every one of them thankful their family was finally complete. The last of their family had come home to stay.

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Edits going slow

Edits are going really slow, but school keeps me really busy and the family of course. Being summer we are doing a lot of traveling between CO, NM and OK visiting family and friends.

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started edits at the beginning of February. they are going slow but I have to put my classes first and work on them when I get a chance. did manage to get the first chapter edited.

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Time Changes Hearts

different working on the same piece.

Though the war had been wagging on for four years now: she had heard rumors that it might be ending soon. The thought of him coming home soon made her shiver. Standing on the veranda Clymen pulled her thinning shawl closer about her upper body, the air seem to be chiller today then was normal for the low country this time a year. Though it was the holiday season, she didn’t feel very festive lately especially now that people could see she was with child. The peace that Clymen had once found in the beauty of the grounds and gardens of her husband’s family plantation was gone, Thanks to the union army. Winter in the low country was still green and had its own beauty about it; it wasn’t dead like in the north. However, this year the beauty wasn’t there. The ground showed signs that an army had camped on it, the gardens were trampled and burns from campfires were all over. Being confined to the run down and dingy plantation house with her husband’s elderly mother and his spoiled daughter added to her non-holiday mood. The crackly voice of Langdon’s mother calling her broke through her thoughts, hanging her head she knew that today things were not going to go well again.

Inhaling deeply she let the cool crisp air fill her lungs before she headed back inside, turning she took the few steps back into the bedroom determined to face whatever her nightmare of a life had in store for her today. Moving through the dimly lit room that she shared with her husband who was 20 years her senior, and down the hall to the spiral staircase. Stepping onto the top step the voices that drifted up from the main floor told her that there was more than just the three of them in the house. Gripping the pine covered railing as she waited to who was in the house, worried that it was more union soldiers. Stealing her nerves and pushing the fear she felt of the soldiers, and that Langdon might be home away Clymen started down the stairs.

Setting his daughter down Langdon smiled, the house had a festive feel to him in it, even though it didn’t look like it did when he was growing up or had married his first wife. “House looks good ma. Where is Clymen?” Not missing the look of hatred on his mothers face, “now Ma you know Lucile needed a mother, and you needed someone to help you run this house especially now that the war took all our slaves. The least you could do it be nice to her.” He moved out into the entryway.

As she reached the bottomed of the stairs, she saw him come out of the parlor. Placing a smile on her face, she tried to act like a wife who was happy that he was home safe to cover her fear of how he would react to the baby.

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Time Changes Hearts

The war had been wagging for four years now; she had heard rumors that it might end soon the thought of him coming home soon made her shiver. Standing on the veranda Clymen pulled her thinning shawl closer about her upper body, the air seem to have more of a chill to it today then is normal for the low country this time of year. Though it was the holiday season, she didn’t feel very festive lately especially now that people could tell she was with child. The peace that Clymen had once found in the beauty of the grounds and gardens of her husband’s family plantation was gone, not because it was winter. Winter in the low country was still green and had a beauty about it, it wasn’t brown like up North, but this year it wasn’t to be. The ground showed signs that the union army had camped all over; the gardens were trampled there were burn spots from their fires. Being in this ruin down plantation house with her husband’s elderly mother and his spoiled daughter didn’t help her mood either. Hearing the crackly voice of Langdon’s mother brake through her thoughts, calling her, she knew things were not going to go well today.

Inhaling deeply the brunette let the crisp air fill her lungs before heading back inside, turning she took the few steps inside to face whatever the nightmare that was her life had in store for her today. Moving through the room that she share with her husband 20 years her senior and down the hall to the stairs, stepping onto the top step she heard more than just Langdon’s mother’s and his daughters voices drifting up the stairs. Tightening her grip on the railing that was covered with scraggly pine garland waiting to see who were in the house with them worried that it might be union soldiers. Stealing her nerve and pushing her fear of who those voices might belong to away and any thought of Langdon away as well, Clymen started down the stairs.

Setting his daughter down Langdon smiled, the house had a festive feel to it, even though it didn’t look like it had when he was growing up or when he married his first wife. “House looks good ma. Where is Clymen?” He didn’t miss the look of hatred on his mother’s face, “now ma you know Lucile needed a mother. You needed someone to help you to run this house especially now that the war took all our slaves. The least you could be nice to her.”
As she almost reached the bottomed of the stairs, she saw him come into the hall and look her over. Placing a smiled on her face she tried to act like the wife that was happy he was home.

Climbing the few steps to where she was Langdon hugged her. “This is the best holiday gift ever,” as he held her close to him with a smile.

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Been writing since I was Elementary school, as a way to keep my over active imagination under control. Started writing fan fiction about 16 years ago when my children were toddlers so that I could keep a close eye on them and stay at home with them. Started several original pieces but never finished them. Don’t
write fan fiction much anymore, working on my own stuff now.

I do a few role-playing games in fandom’s that I like but most my time is devoted to my own stuff, family, and school.

I write Christian Romance and Historical Romance and Poetry as well. I read a wide range of authors two of my favorites are Laurel K Hamilton, and Virginia Henley.

Either my personal page (Jocelyne Abel Immell) or my author page (JSassy Chriselda) can also follow me on face book. I would love to hear what you think of my works.

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