Tuesday, June 27, 2017

We Belong Together ~ Chapter 1

Note: This picks up from an episode of Y&R in May 2014. I have changed it a bit to suit my purposes. I was and still am a HUGE Jack and Kelly fan and I HATED the way the writers ruined her so I am going to tell my own story about these two instead so they have a real chance at a happy ending. Other characters will feature as well, such as Neil/Hilary/Devon (it will be endgame Hevon though!) and Billy/Victoria.

Chapter 1

Kelly looked at Lily as she hurried away; desperately wishing her new friend would take her along. She didn’t want to have this conversation with Jack – not at all.

She tapped her empty glass. Maybe she should order another mimosa – a double. She finally forced herself to look at Jack. His eyes haunted her. She wanted him so much and she couldn’t have him. “You know, don't have to do this, Jack,” she said as she studied his earnest expression. “I would just rather you didn’t. You truly don't have to apologize again. I understand your position. I accept it, and I am moving on, okay? It would be easier for me, however, if we don't interact at all.”

Jack shook his head. “It wouldn't be easier for me. And as far as my position goes, it's changed a lot since what I said upstairs the other night. I'm hoping you'll give me a second chance.”

Kelly’s heart fluttered. No, no she wouldn’t let herself have hope – not only to be crushed again. “I'm pretty sure this would be a third or a fourth chance, Jack.”

Jack looked at her sincerely and it affected her, even though she didn’t want to be affected by him like this. “I'll take as many chances with you as I can get. Is it even possible?”

Kelly swallowed hard, tapping her glass again. Would it be too rude to interrupt this talk by hurrying to the bar and pouring them back? She wasn’t a big drinker on a normal basis but this awkwardness called for it. “Jack…” She sighed. “What do you want from me?”

“I want … you.”

Kelly couldn’t believe what he was saying. Talk about blowing hot and cold. She wanted him but how soon would he decide yet again that he didn’t want her? “Jack, that’s … nice. But you broke things off with me, remember?”

Jack nodded. “I remember all too well. And I’m sorry I hurt you. That wasn’t my intention. I broke it off because I didn’t want to hurt my daughter but she basically gave us her blessing earlier today.”

“Oh did she?” Kelly said. “That was nice of her. I realize she’s hurting over everything… But the truth is that I’m glad she spoke up.”

“You are?”

“Yes, because she made me realize that you and I are all wrong for each other.” Jack raised an eyebrow and his azure eyes became stormy. Kelly felt surprised by her own words. She hadn’t exactly planned for them to tumble from her lips but now that they had…

“You don’t mean that.”

“I – I do, Jack,” Kelly insisted though it went against everything she wanted and needed. “But the truth is, you still love Phyllis and rightly so. You deserve to be there whenever she wakes up. I won’t stand in the way of that. Summer is right; you belong with your family.”


“No, Jack, I think we’ve said all we need to say. I’m… protecting both of us.” Mostly she was protecting her heart.

“What does that mean?”

“It is what it is,” Kelly said lamely and she grabbed for her stuff.

“Please don’t go.”

Kelly sighed. “I have to.” She didn’t want to but it was for the best. She had been falling in love with Jack – very quickly. She realized now though that she was fooling herself to think he could love her, or need her, back. She would just have to move on again – even if it somehow hurt more than it had with her ex-husband.

“Kelly, I am asking you to stay,” Jack said.

“I can’t.” She then practically sprinted for the exit.

She fumbled for her car keys and was halfway to her Geo when she heard light footsteps trailing after her. She wished for them to belong to Jack but she knew better. She had just dealt the death knell to their all too brief... Whatever it had been.

She turned around to see a sympathetic-looking Lily Ashby moving over to her. “Hey,” Lily said. “How did it go with Jack – or do I even need to ask?”

“It went … Oh, Lily, it went awful.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too,” Kelly admitted. “I just need to move on, I guess.”

“I’m sorry that you and Jack didn’t work out.”

“Well, there’s other fish in the sea,” Kelly said, trying to sound blasé.

“Actually… About that…”

Kelly studied Lily’s expression. “What is it?”

“It’s my dad,” Lily said. “He’s as broken up as you are right now – you know, over losing Leslie to someone else. He tries to hide his pain but I know the truth.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Your father seems like a really good man.”

“He is. The best. I really want him with someone who understands where he’s been… What I’m trying to ask, Kelly, is-“

“Oh no,” Kelly murmured.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, Kelly, truly. But would you consider going on a date with my father?”

“Uh …” Kelly was at a loss for words.

“You said yourself there’s other fish in the sea. And not to abuse the metaphor here, but my dad is the best catch around.”

“He just got out of a relationship…”

“And so did you.”

“Well, Jack and I … What we had was so brief, I could hardly call it … that.”

“The point is you and my father are both hurting. You both need someone who understands where you are right now.”

“I don’t think either of us needs a rebound –“

“It won’t be,” Lily quickly cut in. “It could be amazing. And the best way to show Jack what he’s missing out on is to move on with someone else. Or try.”

“Is this what you really want?”

“More than anything. I think you and my dad both deserve a little happiness. If it’s together, all the better.”


“Please, just at least think about it.”

Kelly suddenly spotted Jack emerging from the club. Her heart ached as he looked at her and then turned and walked the other way.

She sighed and looked at her friend. “Lily, I don’t have to think about it any longer. I’d love to go on a date with your father.”


Sharon/Sam: Firework (5/13)

I – Ice

July passed slowly, lazily, pretty damn contentedly actually, and soon August arrived in New Mexico, bringing with it a scorching heat wave. Sherry had taken to wearing tank tops and shorts around the farm and Sam had to avert his eyes often to keep from taking her beautiful self right against one of the hay bales. They had kissed many times since that fateful Independence Day but had never come close to actually having sex. Or making love, as it would be in Sam’s mind. Because he loved Sherry. Good God, he did. He knew instinctively that he was not coming out of this relationship – if that’s what one could call it – unscathed, but yet he simply could not chase away the feelings of longing, of wanting and needing Sherry, with every breath he took.

One afternoon he walked into the barn to find Sherry sitting on a little metal stool, rubbing herself down with a handful of ice. He watched her for a moment unnoticed, as she worked the dripping ice across her chest and some of the condensation slipped down into her cleavage, wetting her top. He felt his whole body clench with desire and longing.

Embarrassed by his almost feral reaction, he started to back up out of the barn, hoping to get away before she could see him. But she did see him. Her eyes moved towards the door and the ice she was holding slid from her fingers, dropping to the ground and wetting the hay beneath her boot-clad feet. “Sam,” she whispered. Her cheeks were flushed and he figured it wasn’t from the heat. She was likely embarrassed at being caught doing something like that. But Sam was the one who should be mortified. After all, he now had a bulging erection straining the crotch of his worn blue jeans.

“Hey, Sherry,” he greeted her, moving over to one of the stalls and trying to look busy examining their new calf Miranda. Sherry had assisted in the difficult birth and had gotten to name the calf because Sam was so grateful to her for her help. She had been covered in muck, mire and blood afterwards and she’d only said that she’d seen worse in her lifetime, although she had worried over Miranda and Miranda's mother, Daisy, for days. She was a good woman with a good, if broken, heart.

He leaned against the grating. “Hot day,” was all he could think of to say.

“Yeah,” Sherry agreed. “About what you saw… I, uh… that must have been awkward for you.”

“Kind of,” Sam admitted. Her saw her expression falter and he instinctively grabbed for her hand which was soft and cool in his own. “But not because I wasn’t interested … Because I was too interested and Sherry, I know you’re not ready for any of that and –“

Sherry surprised him by reaching up and touching his stubbly cheek. “A month ago; hell, a week ago, I might have said I wasn’t but now, now I feel ready to move forward. And honestly, I want to move forward with you.”

Sam’s body tingled. “You mean that? I mean, what’s changed?”

“Me, I guess,” Sherry said. “I realized that I’m falling for you. Maybe you weren’t expecting that or asking for it but, Sam; you make it way too easy to want to be in your life.”

Sam’s throat tightened. “You’re already in my life.”

“Maybe I want to be in your bed too,” Sherry said. She blushed. “If you want that too.”

“More than anything,” Sam said. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, urgently, on the lips. He then let their foreheads rest together. “Let me take you out tonight. There isn’t much to do in Sedona but I want to show you a good time anyway and maybe when we come back here –“

Sherry nodded and smiled. He felt it was the first genuine smile he’d ever seen from her – one she didn’t put on for show to convince him that she was A-okay.

“I’d love that, Sam,” she whispered and kissed him this time.

He touched her cheek, cradling her chin in his rough hands. "Just so you know… I’m falling for you too. Hell, I am already there. I just want you to be sure. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I won’t,” Sherry said.

He held out his arms and she stepped into them. Holding her like this, Sam felt complete.


J – Job

Date night had arrived.

Sam anxiously adjusted and readjusted his bolo tie. He picked imaginary lint off his tan jacket and pressed trousers. He looked in the mirror quickly and sighed. Sherry was impossibly beautiful and he was – he was … him. Just average - if that. What did she see in him? He wondered. There was no time to puzzle it out though. It was almost seven and he had to go and pick her up. Well, walk down to the barn and knock on her door in the loft. He hated to think of her in that smelly old place but she had said she was fine in there, just fine. Maybe after tonight she would venture into the house for longer than five minutes though. Just maybe she’d stay…

Sam took a deep breath before walking the short distance to the barn. The animals looked up as he entered and then immediately returned to munching on their suppers.

He smiled and straightening his jacket moved to Sherry’s door. Before he could knock, the door was opened and she stood there. Looking like ten million bucks - at least - in a soft blue dress and black high heels. His eyes lingered a little too long on her bare legs – the dress barely flirted with her knees – and then he cleared his throat.

“Uh, you look… Amazing,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” Sherry said, blushing a bit. “You clean up well yourself.”

“Oh this old thing?” Sam attempted a joke. She just chuckled and smiled. It was another real smile. He thought that it was probably the third genuine one he’d ever seen her wear. It looked damn good on her too.

“So…” Sherry rocked on her heels. She looked suddenly as nervous as he felt. “Should we go?”

“Yeah, yeah that’d be fine,” he said. He felt like his tongue and stomach were twisted up in knots. He had been on dates before but this was … Sherry. Sherry was so important to him. So vital. He didn’t want to mess up whatever this was.

Sherry was still smiling as he slowly offered her his arm. He felt the warmth of her through his jacket as they walked through the barn. “Bye, Miranda,” she called to the little calf. And damned if Miranda didn’t look at her and wiggle her nose.

“She likes you,” Sam said.

“I like her too. I like a lot about this place.” She looked at him in such a way that his body tensed.

“Well you’ve sure brightened things up around here,” Sam said.

“Thanks. I feel safe here, Sam… I wish I could stay forever.”

Sam didn’t know what to say to that. He wanted her to stay forever but he’d never try to force his will on her. He only hoped that if she had to go, she would one day return like she had before.

They made their way to his truck and Sam hurried ahead to open the passenger door. He offered her his hand and helped her into the seat. He felt the loss of her touch acutely as they disentangled.

He walked around to his side of the truck, purposefully, a little slowly even, hoping to calm his racing heartbeat somehow. He climbed into the cab and fired up the engine. He was about to pull out of the dirt driveway when he saw a figure in the distance, waving their Stetson wildly in the air, trying to flag him down.

He looked at Sherry, who looked a bit tense. “Sorry,” he said.

“It’s fine.”

He hopped back out of the truck and met the man halfway down the lane. It turned out to be Asa Beauchamp. He owned the next farm over. He was panting and clutching his chest as he came to a stop in front of Sam. Sam grabbed him by the shoulders, afraid the sixty-something man would keel right over in exhaustion.

“Asa, what’s going on?” Sam asked.

“It’s – it’s Betsy!”

Sam’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong with her?” Betsy was Asa’s champion Palomino. Asa loved the horse to pieces and if anything happened to her, Asa would be devastated and his finances would fall apart too. He had invested a lot of money in Betsy - maybe too much, some said.

“Asa?” Sam prompted again.

“She’s – she’s tossing and turning in her stall. She’s on the ground, writhing in agony. I think it’s-“

“Colic,” Sam said knowingly. “Let me grab my bag and I’ll be right there. Try to keep her calm and still until I get there.”

“Okay,” Asa said.

“Take it easy!” Sam called after him and hurried to the truck. He moved over to Sherry’s door and leaned in her open window.

“Sherry, I hate to do this but-“

“I heard,” Sherry said. “And it’s fine. Helping Betsy is more important. There will be other nights to go out but this may be her only chance. But colic – I didn’t know any animal could die from that.”

“Horses can. It’s a long story really but I’ve got to go. The job waits for no one, right?”


“Sorry,” Sam said before he raced into the house. He came back outside in the next minute with bag and instruments in hand. He caught sight of Sherry waiting at the bottom of the steps.

“What –“

“I want to come with you.”

“Sherry, your pretty dress –“

“It can be washed, Sam,” she said. “I’d like to help any way I can.”

He didn’t argue with her. He just took her by the hand and together they headed to the next farm for what was sure to be a long night. It wasn’t the date they had planned, true, but just being together, working side by side, was more than enough.

We Belong Together ~ Chapter 1

Note: This picks up from an episode of Y&R in May 2014. I have changed it a bit to suit my purposes. I was and still am a HUGE Jack and...