Spot

Rick smirked at Katie through the mirror. "Yes, that includes smooching. You'll just have to hold it in until we get there. I know that's going to be hard, but I'm sure you'll survive."

Jason pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, and settled back for the long ride. 
Yeah well... Mom might be glad to see me but she's gonna be furious I haven't told her I've been sick.

Being able to communicate again - even if it was still a bit difficult - was nice, Jason had to admit. In spite of all the negative side effects, silently talking to Katie was something he enjoyed. 


"Story is, the Texas ranch needs help." Kirk leaned over the cubicle wall and looked down at Ron. "Do me a favor and do a little digging, would you?"

He glanced up and stopped talking as Pete passed by with a questioning look, then returned to Ron with a quieter tone. "Something else is going on, and I wanna know what. I wanna know why Jason and Katie are really leaving, and why on earth Rick would go with them."


Scott curled his fingers around Hope's and slid down a little further in his chair as his eyes finally fell shut. "Mm-hmm..." It was but a few minutes when his fingers loosened their grip and he'd fallen asleep...

...Waking with a start, it took some effort for Scott to figure out where he was. His pillow was moving slowly up and down with a comforting heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around a soothing warmth.

Blinking, he tried to rouse his senses, and realized he was stretched out on the couch, half on his stomach and side, nestled into Hope. How he'd gotten there, he didn't remember. He could feel it was late though. He must have slept for a couple hours at least. He stirred a little, and nuzzled his head into her chest, sighing deeply. "I should go," he mumbled.


Hal chuckled and shook his head. He didn't mind cooking. Actually, it had been nice to have someone besides himself enjoy his food for once.

He opened his mouth to argue with Sam about her washing dishes, but then just grinned, knowing there was no point. More than likely, she was just as stubborn as he. Getting up from the couch, he followed her into the kitchen. "Okay fine... I'll dry." 

Within minutes, he stood beside her at the sink, towel in hand as he dried the few dishes she washed. He squinted at one of the plates. "Missed a spot," he teased.