Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 09:14:42 -0600 From: Michael king Subject: Lives changed 6-A Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people do not exist except in my mind. This work is copyrighted and I ask that you do not copy, post or electronically download without my express permission. If you are too young to be in here or it is illegal in your state then please leave, as I do not wish anything bad to happen to you. NOTE: I know that we all enjoy these pages and wish for them to be here for a long time. We, the writers, take pride in being able to give you all a few minutes of pleasure. So please think of the time spent putting these pages up and donate just a bit to Nifty so we can keep going. I want to take this time also to thank everyone that has sent me a note. A special thanks to Larry in California for editing and also to a great writer and friend, Miguel Sanchez. Live Changed 6-A Washington and races. Everyone had to wait as the waitress and busboys pushed tables together at the all-you-can-eat PoBoys restaurant in the mall. Then Tony led the group in and seated them so that all the boys had an agent in front of them. Agent Stillwaters sat across from Jamie Marshall and the two of them quietly talked. Zeke and Aaron were placed between Malcolm and Patrick with Tony and Donnie sitting across from them. Donnie gave Tony the book and list of names that Jamie had brought with him. Tony put them in his pocket, ordered his coffee, and suggested that everyone have the buffet. As he was about to head for the buffet, his phone chirped. Caller ID showed that it was Lt. Liza Patterson calling. "Marchand here. What can I do for you, Liza?" Tony asked. "Well, I just thought you would like to know that Brady Martin is out of surgery and is in the intensive care unit. The doctors don't think he will survive, and if he does it will be a miracle," Liza replied. "Keep me posted; I am about to eat." "Lucky you, I still have to file my reports, try to find out why the hell we were delayed, and, oh yes, I need your reports so I can close this file." "You might want to keep the file open," Tony said. "There is more to this than just a shooting and hostage." "Oh great, just what I need. Tell me, how's that young man, the hostage, holding up?" Liza asked. "He's doing fine; maybe still a bit shaken, but I think dinner will solve that." "Fine, I get the hint. Go eat and I'll talk to you later." While the boys were eating and having a good time, Malcolm's dad and Papa went back to the house to fix the window and clean up the bathroom so the boys could sleep in their own beds that night. Having his son alone, Papa started talking. "Richard, I know Malcolm wants to talk to you, but before he does, I want you know my feelings on the matter. I think you should listen to him, take what he says seriously and go for it." "What are you talking about, Dad?" Richard asked. "Well, we both know that Malcolm is too young to run for governor, so he is going to ask you to run in his place. I would go for it if I were you." "I can't run for governor! That would mean having to sell my accounting firm." "Yes, but what you can do is sell it to either Malcolm or me. That way you are free and clear of it and we could appoint a CEO when you win and we all move." "You're assuming I would win." "Maybe. I just think that if you got out there and campaigned you could win. 95% of the votes will be on your name, but the rest will be on Malcolm's. You decide." The rest of the evening Richard thought about what his dad had said. Sure, he could step down and name a new CEO, but was politics really for him? Richard decided he needed to talk with the three boys together, but that could wait until they got back from Washington. Once the bathroom mess was cleaned up, Richard and his dad sat and had their dinner. They had just finished when the front door burst open and five boys came running in. "Dad, do we have any ice cream?" Zeke asked as he entered the kitchen. "What?" exclaimed Tony. "You just finished a big dinner, with dessert, not more than an hour ago." "But, I'm still hungry," Zeke pouted. "Check the freezer; there should be some bars in there," Papa laughed. "Would you like one Aaron?" "Uh huh, please," Aaron said as he wiggled onto Richard's lap. "Did you have fun this afternoon?" Richard asked as he hugged Aaron. "Yup! I gotta play lots of games and then Mr. Tony took us for lotsa fish and now I getta go with my brothers and Patrick, oh, yeah, and Jamie too, we're all goin to Washinton," Aaron chattered, finally stopping to take a breath. "Sounds like you had a full day." "Uh huh," Aaron yawned. "Then how about you go jump in a bath after you finish your ice cream bar?" "Ahhh, but I wanna watch some TV." "You can after you have had your bath and get your PJs on." "Come on bro, I'll help you," Patrick said with a smile. "Okay, but I getta pick the movie," Aaron squeaked as he jumped off Richard's lap and threw himself at Patrick. The five boys lay spread out on the front room floor for the rest of the evening. Aaron and Zeke were between Patrick and Jamie; Malcolm was on the outside of Patrick with his arm over Patrick's back. When it was time for bed, Patrick carried Aaron and led the way. Malcolm showed Jamie the spare room that he could use. "Where will Patrick sleep?" Jamie asked a little confused. "He sleeps with Malcolm," Zeke answered. "We all usually end up in his bed, but only when we have a bad night." "Oh, okay. You guys have a good night; see you in the morning." As they boys settled down to sleep, Donnie and agent Stillwaters walked around the house checking on the other agents and making sure the doors and windows were secured. Then they entered the house and Stillwaters made his way upstairs to check on the boys. Malcolm, Patrick and the two little ones were sleeping, but Stillwaters noticed a light coming from under the guest bedroom doorway. Stillwaters knocked and waited for Jamie to answer before opening the door and stepping inside. With the door still open Stillwaters stood leaning against the frame. "Are you okay, Jamie?" he asked. "Yeah, I was just thinking. I mean a lot has gone on today and my world is so totally messed up. What am I going to do?" Jamie answered. "You'll do the best you can, Jamie. Sure, today hasn't been one of your best, but don't let it get you down," Stillwaters replied. "That's easy for you to say; you have everything. Look at me—what have I got? My dad has run off and left me. I will be all alone." "Well, you have friends and people that care for you, but more importantly, you still have your life. What you do with it from this moment on is up to you." "I guess so." "Now, off to sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow." =====<>===== Ian Stillwaters was born twenty-nine years ago, a full-blooded Seminole Indian. Ian had gone through many of the same situations in his life that Jamie was now going through, so he understood the boy's state of distress. All through school, Ian had felt out of place, but he worked hard, made it through, and graduated with honors. Ian wanted to be a cop, but not just any cop; he wanted to work with the Secret Service. After high school, he joined the Army and requested training with the Military Police. His aptitude scores were quite high so he was guaranteed MP school after he graduated basic training. Ian again worked hard and was in the top 10% of his basic training class. After boot camp, he was sent to MP school at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. Training was eight weeks and again Ian was at the top of his class. This earned him a promotion and soon he was wearing PFC chevrons. After graduation, Ian was sent overseas to Germany, where he was stationed for two years. He was then returned to the states and assigned to the prestigious Ft. Monroe. He had earned a promotion to corporal and used the pay increase to take college courses towards a degree in criminal justice, though since he was still active duty he could only attend on a part time basis. Two years later, he was transferred again to Aberdeen Proving Grounds in Maryland. It was there he met a young Secret Service officer and that convinced him more than ever this was his chosen career. Ian had two years left on his Army contract during which he threw himself into his studies and managed to finish earning his Bachelor's degree. He also applied to join the Secret Service. He was informed it would take what would seem like an eternity before he knew one way or another if he was accepted. Ian had a couple of months left on his enlistment when he got the letter he'd hoped for: he'd been accepted and would spend the next year at the Secret Service Training Academy. Ian's class at the academy was to begin two weeks before his contract was up so he applied for an early out. His commanding officer approved it then it was off to the academy. The day he arrived, he was met with a few snide comments. "Well, who have we here?" a student asked. "It looks like Tonto left the reservation," another jeered. Ian wasn't one to look for trouble and this wasn't the first time he'd heard taunts like this. He tried to ignore them and get settled into his room in the dormitory but the guy with the big mouth came up to him. "Hey, Tonto, I'm talking to you." Ian was trying to bite his tongue but the taunting was getting to him. "WHAT?" he snapped. "What makes you think you're good enough to be here with us? How about I kick your ass right out of here?" "If you think you can," Ian said, hoping he wouldn't have to defend himself. "Oh, I know I can," the bully fired back, poking Ian in the chest. Ian grabbed his hand and before the big mouth knew what had him, he was face down with his arm bent behind his back. Several other students heard the ruckus and tried to join in. It took three of them to get Ian off the bully and they were about to start in on him when a voice yelled, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" Standing in the doorway was another American Indian. "Well, it looks like Tonto has reinforcements, said one of the attackers." The tall American Indian man walked in and stood nose-to-nose with the tormentor. "When you speak to me, you will address me as Special Agent. Do I make myself clear?" The student's attitude quickly changed. "Yes, Special Agent." "Now what in the hell do you think you were doing?" the agent asked. "Nothing, nothing at all." "That's not what I saw. All of you—follow me. This type of behavior will not be tolerated here." One student got cocky. "Oh, and just who do you think you are?" The agent pulled out his credentials and put them in the big mouth's face. "I'm Special Agent Johnny Hawks. Now, you WILL come with me." As the cocky one quickly pulled out a knife and tried to open it, Johnny reached down to his pants leg and pulled out his trusty Bowie knife. When the student saw that he started shaking. "Looks like you met your match," another student said, staying out of the confrontation. Johnny took the recruits to the Administration Building and they were all expelled, thus ending any chance they had of joining the Service. Johnny and Ian chatted briefly before Johnny had to return to his duties. One year later, Ian Stillwaters graduated from the academy near the top of his class and was assigned to the Miami field office. Now here he was protecting a family and watching over an abandoned 16-year-old kid. Although not what he envisioned the Secret Service job to be, he was loving every minute of it. =====<>===== While Ian was upstairs talking with Jamie, Tony sat at the kitchen table. He poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and read over his reports one last time before he hit the speed dial and called Ace in Washington, forgetting that it was almost 11:30 at night. "Mason." "Good evening, sir. This is Agent Marchand. I have my reports done and I thought I should get them to you," Tony stated. "Why don't you just bring them with you tomorrow when you come to Washington?" "Because, sir, I won't be coming. I have to interview a couple of suspects. I am sending Donnie Osbourne and Ian Stillwater." "I understand," Ace replied. "Just send them with Donnie." "Yes, sir." The next morning when Malcolm went trudging into the kitchen, Tony was once more sitting at the table with his coffee. Looking up, Tony greeting him: "Morning Malcolm, how are you feeling?" "Sore, but I'll live," Malcolm mumbled, not fully awake. "Malcolm, does your printer have a built in scanner, and, if so, may I borrow it?" "Huh, oh, yeah, go ahead." "Thank-you. Oh, your flight to Washington is at noon, so make sure you and your brothers have everything packed." "We will be ready. What about Jamie? He doesn't have any clothes here." "We can send Jamie over to his house with Stillwaters and Real. He can pack some things and come back here. I want everyone to leave from here. Donnie and Ian will be flying with you. When you land at Andrews you will be met by others. Just remember that Donnie is in charge, unless Ace says otherwise." "Yeah, that's fine. I just wish you'd let me wake up before telling me all this." "I figured this would be the best and only chance I would get," Tony laughed. "Well, I'm going to shower," Malcolm started to say, "but, then again, I guess I'll have to wait," Malcolm grinned as he heard both showers start. "That will teach to stand around talking," Papa said as he entered the kitchen and started making breakfast. "I wasn't talking; I was listening," Malcolm replied. "Go get your shower, and make sure your brothers are awake," Papa said. "Okay." Waking Zeke and Aaron, Malcolm sent them to shower and get dressed before heading to do the same. =====<>===== Elizabeth Daniels wasn't having a good morning. In fact, she hadn't had a good week. Her lawyer, Mr. Jeffries, told her it would be better for her if she pled guilty to the charge of child abuse so that he could ask for and probably get two years probation with the restraining order still in effect. "Listen to me, you slimy, no good piece of worm slime: I will not do that. I have the right to discipline my child however I wish. Now, do your job and get me out on bail," Elizabeth screamed at her lawyer. "I'll do my best, but if you don't listen to me, or if you shoot your mouth off in the courtroom, the judge won't give you anything but more time in this same cell." "He wouldn't dare! I am an upstanding citizen." "Right now you're an accused child abuser. That is all he will see, so don't be stupid in there. I have to go and get ready; you should be first on the docket. Judge Alonzo Montoya usually sat in juvenile court, but due to another judge's illness he had been asked to sit on the adult bench for the next few days. At 5 foot 7 and 200 pounds, Judge Montoya was a no-nonsense person. His grandfatherly appearance fooled a lot of those who had stood before him. There were few people other than family that the judge would drop everything for, and those were mostly kids that had been in his courtroom for one-thing-or-another. He took his position seriously. Judge Montoya walked down the short hallway leading to the courtroom, buttoning his robe as he walked. As he opened the door he heard the bailiff call out, "All rise. The District Court of Naples in now in session, Judge Alonzo Montoya presiding." =====<>===== Over in the remand center, inmates had just finished eating when the guards told them to clean up and get ready for court. Albert Cortez was standing by the door while Jack Van Grant brushed his teeth. Cortez walked to his bunk before moving up behind Van Grant and placed his hand firmly over his mouth. "Looks like this isn't going to be your lucky day. You'll never snitch on my friends, or anyone else, now," Cortez whispered as he shoved a sharpened toothbrush into Van Grant's left side, then pulled him back to his bunk, lay him down and covered him up. Quickly thinking, Cortez placed the toothbrush into Van Grant's right hand, then washed his hands and again stood by the doorway. Three minutes later the guard led Cortez out to the holding area, where he would be shackled and cuffed before going to the courthouse. For Van Grant, his day in court would never come except through the written statements he had given his lawyer, statements that would mean the death penalty if allowed as evidence. Jack Van Grant drowned in his own blood thirteen minutes after he had been stabbed. The guards found him when they had all the other inmates ready to go, but the count came up one short. =====<>===== Elizabeth Daniels was in a very foul mood as she paced back and forth in the holding cell. To her, it was too cold, the seat was too hard and her damn lawyer was trying to keep her in jail. Her pacing stopped when she looked up and saw not only a guard, but U.S. Marshal Marcia Conners standing there. "Daniels," the guard started. "Put your hands together. You're on the way to court. This Marshall will remain with you." "Fine, but I'll be walking out free when I have my bail." "Well, Daniels, until then I am your shadow," Marcia stated as she handcuffed Elizabeth. Walking into the courtroom with Marcia at her side, Elizabeth noticed that there were more suits sitting behind the prosecutor's table than she had ever seen before. "Have a seat, Daniels," Marcia told her, pointing to a chair at the defense table. Seated beside her lawyer, Elizabeth was about to speak when the judge spoke up. "Gentlemen, ladies, let it be known that I will not tolerate any outbursts or unruly behavior. The first one to cross that line will find themselves with a new home, starting at three days," Judge Montoya stated as he looked around the room. "What is the first case?" "That would be docket number 17-017593. The state of Florida versus Elizabeth Daniels." "What are the charges?" "Your honor, Mr. Edwards for the state. The charges are one count of child abuse, one count of disturbing the peace and one count of perjury. It is also my understanding that there is a possibility of further charges being filed," Edwards stated. "Mrs. Daniels, how do you plead?" Judge Montoya asked. "Your Honor, Mr. Jeffries for the defendant, my client..." "Oh, sit down and shut up," Elizabeth snapped. "I plead not guilty and wish to be released on bail immediately," she snarled. "Your Honor, we are against granting bail as we feel that Mrs. Daniels is a threat to her family and also a flight risk," Edwards addressed the court. "You can't be serious! Just where do you think I would go? And I am no threat to my husband or those pieces of trash he's raising," Elizabeth spat. "Mrs. Daniels, control yourself. I find sufficient reasonable grounds to hold you, and therefore order you to be held in custody until your trial," Judge Montoya ordered. "And, Mrs. Daniels, I do hope you have a change of attitude by then." =====<>===== Collin Danvers was granted a $50,000 bail and was soon on his way home. Danvers had just finished a long hot shower and was sitting having a beer when his front doorbell chimed. Getting up, he answered it only to find 17-year-old Jordan Martin standing there. "What can I do for you?" Danvers asked. "Mr. Danvers, can I come in for a bit?" Jordan asked. "I don't think that would be a good idea. Besides, I don't even know you." "Oh, you know me, sir, and I promise to make it worth your while," Jordan smiled as he ran his hands over his tight chest. "Kid, I..." Danvers started but soon found himself being caressed. "Can I come in?" Jordan asked in a seductive whisper. "Oh, yes, god yes, come in," Danvers panted, his trousers painfully tight all of a sudden. Hours later, as both lay on Danvers' bed sharing a smoke, Jordan looked over at Danvers. "I need a shower then I should head home," Jordan said as he got off the bed. Grabbing his backpack, he went into the bathroom. Once he had showered and dressed, Jordan walked back into the bedroom. Sitting beside Danvers, Jordan smiled. "You know, as a cop you should have done a better job of getting things cleaned up, but you, like my dad and uncle wanted to be big shots. Now you're nothing. You and the others should never have gone after the Daniels kid," Jordan said as he reached into his pack. "Kid, you don't know what you're talking about," Danvers laughed. "It was never about the brat, it was the companies and money we wanted. Hell, didn't you know that they are about to make billions from just the sale of a stealth box?" "No, but I know how much you and your friends want to steal everything from them. Hell, my dad, Senator Martin, has been trying to stop the company so that the others can get their share, but I can't allow you to steal from Daniels," Jordan said as he shot Danvers between the eyes. "You should have gone after gangs," he whispered to the dead man. =====<>===== At ten o'clock, the Daniels home was in chaos as Zeke and Aaron were running around getting more excited by the minute as the closer it came time for them to leave. Jamie, with the help of Stillwaters and Real, had gone over to the Marshall home and packed some clothes. "What about a suit sir, won't I be needing one?" Jamie asked. "I'm sure you will, but let's wait until we're in Washington," Ian said with a smile. "Okay, I've got all I need then," Jamie whispered, looking around the only home he had ever really known. "You'll be fine, Jamie," Ian said. "Besides, think of the fun you're going to have." "I'm trying to, but, well, I feel so lost." "I can't say that I understand, but I can tell you that it will get better. You do have friends and people that are willing to help if you let them." Jamie was about to say something, when he looked up and saw Jordan Martin and his cousin Travis standing at the end of his driveway. "Oh, hell," Jamie mumbled "Hey, Jamie, where you been dude?" Travis asked. "Look guys, I gotta go away for a while," Jamie answered. "Now, Jamie?" Jordan asked. "Yeah, now, I'll see you in about a week." "So where are you going?" Jordan asked as he eyed Ian up and down. "And with Feds. I think you're lying to us, Jamie." "I am not lying, I just have to go to a youth detention camp, and these guys are two of the guards." "That's bull, Jamie," Travis snapped. "Marshall, get your butt in the car, NOW!" Ian ordered as he followed Jamie's thought. "Yes, sir," Jamie whimpered. "As for you two," Ian started, "if you two don't want to join him then I suggest you go home." As Ian, Real and Jamie headed back to Malcolm's place, things were quiet until Jamie started laughing. "I sure hope no one takes my picture while we're in Washington," Jamie gasped between bouts of giggles. "Jamie, until this mess is cleared up I don't think it would be good for you to come back here," Ian stated "WHAT?" Jamie screamed. "Just where am I supposed to live?" "Jamie, Tony and the rest of us will not let you be alone. I can't say I know what you're going through, but I do know that you won't be alone," Ian said. "Listen, Jamie, please relax. Let me speak with Tony. He might have some ideas, and if he doesn't then maybe you can live with Ian here," Real laughed. "Just try and think of the fun you're going to have in Washington." "I'm trying to, but my life is so messed upright now," Jamie whispered. At the Daniels house, Zeke, Aaron and Patrick were busy playing video games as Malcolm stood staring out the living room window, lost in thought. When he saw Donnie and the others pull up he called out, "Patrick, it's time to go." "Okay. Let me clean up here and we'll be ready," Patrick answered. "Come-on, Zeke, I wanna go on the plane," Aaron yelled. "Slow down, Aaron," Malcolm whispered as he gathered his little brother into a hug. "We still have a while to get there and I don't want you getting hurt." "Yeah, bro, I don't want that either. Besides we will all have fun," Zeke said as he kissed Aaron's cheek. After the bags were all packed into the Hummer, Donnie was doing a last check when his phone vibrated. "Osbourne here," Donnie answered. "Donnie, this is Tony. I just wanted to check in before you left. Elizabeth was denied bail, so she won't be a problem. I was just told Danvers has been found shot to death. I put Jamie's book in your bag; I want you to give it to Ace. Tell him it's evidence and needs tight safekeeping." "You're going to need it aren't you?" Donnie asked as he saw Malcolm standing at the kitchen door. "No, I scanned it to disc this morning. Now I have to go. You and the boys have a safe flight. Oh, yes, have Ace call me." "Sure, but I wish you were coming with us." "So do I, but you can handle things; don't forget, you have Ace there." With the call finished, Ian led the boys out to the Hummer. Malcolm was just about to the Hummer when Amelia Jenkins walked into the driveway. "Malcolm, are you and your family going on a vacation?" she asked. "Yes, a vacation of sorts. That is all I can say," Malcolm replied. "Is it true that your family was targeted by some shooter?" "I think the shooter was random and out of his mind; maybe he was on drugs." "Thank-you, and have a safe vacation." After a forty-minute drive, Marsten pulled up to a private airstrip. As the boys looked out the windows, their excitement grew. When the Hummer stopped, Aaron quickly undid his seat belt and started to jump out of the vehicle when Malcolm snapped at him. "Aaron, sit still, if you're not careful you could get hurt." "Sorry, Malcolm, but I wanna see the plane," Aaron pouted. "You will, but you have to stay with us. If you can't then I will have you stay in your seat for the whole flight. Is that what you want?" "No, I'll be good." "I know you will, you're just excited. Come on lets go see the plane and find a seat." With everyone seated and their seatbelts done up, the two huge engines started, causing the plane to vibrate. Malcolm smiled as he watched Aaron grab Patrick's hand in a death grip. Soon the plane was racing down the runway. Aaron, whose face was now glued to the window, squealed, "We're a racing car!" "Wait `til we get in the air," Patrick whispered, "then you'll think you're a bird." Once the plane leveled off and the boys could remove their belts, Jamie, Patrick and the two younger boys stood up. Malcolm was about to say something when a female in Air Force blues walked up. "Would you young men like a tour of the President's plane?" she asked. Getting an okay from Malcolm, Patrick answered, "Yes, ma'am, that would be awesome. Are we allowed to take pictures?" "I'm sure that the Captain would allow you to take a few pictures, but not of the cockpit," the flight sergeant said. "Darn, I was hoping to get one of me in the cockpit," Patrick stated with a grin. Malcolm just smiled as he watched his boyfriend's excitement. Remembering one of Papa's old sayings, that dynamite comes in small packages, brought a soft chuckle from Malcolm. He leaned his head back and was soon dozing off. His nap was interrupted when he felt someone sit on his lap and a gentle kiss touched his lips. Opening his eyes he saw Patrick's smiling face. "Hey sleepy, do you want a can of iced tea?" Patrick asked. "Not if it means you getting up. This may be the only time we'll have like this for a few days. I want to enjoy it," Malcolm answered. "I know," Patrick mumbled. "I just wish things were different." "Buddy, I do too, but Papa always says we have to play the hand we're dealt, and this seems to be our hands, so let's make the best of them." "I love you, Malcolm Marcus Daniels, and don't you forget it," Patrick said as he once more kissed Malcolm. "Do you want to know something, Patrick Adam Jacobs? I love you too, and always will," Malcolm replied, returning the kiss. "Would you two get a room!" Jamie laughed. "What's wrong, Jamie, you jealous?" Patrick asked with a grin. "Ummm, no," Jamie stammered, his face bright red. "Jamie, where are Zeke and Aaron?" Malcolm asked. "Aaron is lying down near the back. Zeke thinks he's sick." "Did you tell that lady?" "Umm, no, Zeke said he'd look after him." "It's okay, Jamie, I'm not upset," Malcolm said as he moved Patrick aside. Standing up, Malcolm quickly made his way to where he could see Zeke. Kneeling, Malcolm placed his hand on Aaron's forehead. "Are you okay munchkin?" Malcolm asked in a whisper. No, I throwed up. I think that lady is mad at me," Aaron cried. "I will talk to her. I just think you got over-excited." "Okay." "Zeke, you let me know if he's sick again," Malcolm said. "I will. I was just scared you would get angry and hit us." "Never, Zeke. I may get angry, but I would never intentionally hurt either of you. I love you both." "We love you, too." Malcolm kissed Zeke's forehead and went to find the flight sergeant and found her in the kitchenette. Malcolm was about to say something when she beat him to it. "Is the little one okay?" she asked. "I hope so; he's a little scared that you might be angry with him," Malcolm answered. "No, I'm not angry. In fact I was just looking for some Dramamine to help calm his stomach." "Thanks, but would you talk to them please? Let them know you're not upset." "I will. Now go back and sit down, Mr. Daniels, and, yes, I knew who we were picking up when we were ordered to fly to Naples." "Why didn't you say something earlier?" "I was told you had to relax, and you're not doing that by standing here talking to me." =====<>===== Senator Darrin Martin had been in politics since graduating college, eventually becoming a senator for the state of Florida. Darrin worked his way up quickly to become the chairman for the powerful Armed Forces Research and Development Committee. Darrin was also known throughout the halls of Washington as a bully: if you didn't do it his way you were pushed aside and someone else took your place. Darrin loved being in the spotlight; the attention he received boosted his already inflated ego and amourpropre. When he heard that Malcolm Daniels was coming back to Washington the following week, the Senator decided he needed some time away, so he headed back to his home in Naples, Florida. He figured he could catch up on what was happening around town and visit with his brother and their boys. =====<>===== It was raining in Washington when the boys' plane landed. The first person Malcolm saw when he stepped through the door was Ace. With a small smile on his face, Malcolm walked down the stairs and over to greet him. "Good afternoon, sir," Malcolm said as he shook Ace's hand. "Good afternoon, Malcolm, and welcome back," Ace replied. Bennie, who had been standing a little ways back, walked over and gave Malcolm a gentle hug. "Hey, dude, good to see you again," Bennie whispered. "Same here Bennie, I would like you to meet my brothers and friends," Malcolm started to say when he heard Aaron scream. "Put me down, you big meany!" Aaron yelled. Turning, Malcolm saw that Aaron was being held by one of Ace's agents. "Mister, I would put him down right now if you know what's good for you," Malcolm spoke calmly. "The kid was running around; he could get hurt," the agent growled. "It is not your job to grab people, especially kids. Aaron, I told you not to run around the plane, now come here. Bennie, that little guy is Aaron, as you can guess, the one standing beside him is Zeke; they are my adopted brothers." "Nice to meet you two and you have to be Patrick," Bennie said as he took Patrick's hand. "Umm, yeah, but how did you know?" Patrick asked. "I've seen you on TV standing beside Malcolm. Malcolm, is this...?" "Yes, he is the one. We talked it out and, well, everything is awesome." "I knew you could do it, and I'm happy for you." "Oh, before we forget, this is Jamie. He's staying with my family for a while." "Boys, would you please get into the car," Ace directed. The ride to the White House was quick and the four boys' heads never stopped moving, trying to see everything they could. As they pulled up to the back gate, Aaron stood at the side window staring out at the gates, watching them open, then close behind them as the car pulled through. As they pulled up to the residence, they saw a medium-tall American Indian standing there with the biggest dog they had ever seen beside him. No sooner had the car stopped, than Aaron had the door open and was jumping out, but seeing how big the dog was stopped short, his eyes growing huge as he stepped back a bit. Bennie walked past him and gave the dog a pat on the side. "Its okay, Aaron, this is Tonka. He is my dog and he won't hurt you," Bennie assured him. "But, but, he's so big!" Aaron stammered. "Yes, he is. Do you want to pet him?" "He won't bite me, will he?" "No, he won't bite you, but he will be your friend." Aaron slowly walked over and carefully reached out and rubbed Tonka's fur. Tonka had other ideas, though, and gave Aaron a lick on the face. "Eww! Doggy slobber," Aaron squeaked as he used his coat to wipe his face. Malcolm and the other boys were laughing at what they had just seen and they soon were over and petting Tonka also. "Hey, little man," Johnny started, "looks like you just made a friend." "Uh huh, but he can keep the doggy slobber," Aaron answered as he watched Tonka sit and raise his paw. "Why is he doing that?" "He wants you to shake hands," Bennie answered. "Oh, he's gotta big paw," Aaron giggled as he reached out and shook it. "Bennie, would you show the boys to the rooms they are staying in?" Ace asked. "Sure, come on, guys. Maybe Gloria has some cookies for after you put your things away," Bennie replied. "Bennie, is that butthead going to cause us any problems this time?" Malcolm asked as he grabbed his and Aaron's suitcases. "I don't think so. Isaac is supposed to be in a meeting with Dad, but you can't tell with him," Bennie said as he helped Zeke with his backpack. "Oh, great, and here I thought I could relax," Malcolm laughed, then noticed the additional security. "Umm, Bennie I just realized that there's a lot more security than last time. What's up?" Is it because of me?" "Relax, bud. You just got here during a shift change." "A shift change?" Malcolm asked. "Yep," Bennie said. "The agents here work different hours." "Why?" "That way there are people here all the time." "But doesn't Ace stay here in the residence?" "Yes, but he's the only agent who does and that's because I get him as my bodyguard 24 hours a day." "So he sleeps across the hall from you?" Bennie had to think fast. "Umm, well, not all the time." "Oh," Malcolm said surprised. "How come, might I ask?" "Well, I know about you and Patrick." "You mean...?" Malcolm asked. Bennie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's what I mean." "I don't mean to be rude, but isn't he a little old for you?" "You're not being rude, bud," Bennie answered. "This wasn't planned but something that just happened. Did you plan on falling for Patrick?" Malcolm shook his head. "No, it just happened after I met him." "Well, that's what happened with me and Ace, and now I can't imagine my life without him." "So do you and Patrick want some private alone time while you're here?" "Well, yeah, I'd really like that." "Don't worry, then. I'll take care of that for you guys." When Bennie had shown the boys to their room he told them that he would be in the dining room. "You do remember where it is don't you, Malcolm?" As Bennie and Malcolm were talking, the other four boys were running around looking at everything. Aaron soon stopped and asked, "Malcolm, when do we eat?" "As soon as you get your things put away we'll see if Ms. Gloria has a snack. We have to wait for Bennie's dad for dinner." "Goodie! Does she got some ice cream?" "I think so, but you can't pout if she doesn't." "But I like ice cream." "I know, so get your things put away and let's go ask." As he walked into the dining room, Malcolm saw Bennie at the table and started heading that way just as Gloria came in through the kitchen. Aaron, seeing her, hid behind Patrick and Jamie. "Mr. Daniels, it has been a long time since you have visited; you are looking good. Who are your friends?" Gloria asked as she hugged Malcolm. "This is Jamie," Malcolm started as he placed a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "The other ones are Patrick, my best friend, then there is Zeke and hiding behind the big boys is his brother, Aaron. Zeke and Aaron are my adopted brothers," Malcolm answered as he tried to bring Aaron out from behind Patrick. "Well come sit down. Bennie said you boys were hungry," Gloria laughed as she looked at Bennie, "but I think he was the one that wanted the snack." When she turned and headed back into the kitchen, Aaron came out from behind Patrick and sat on the floor beside Tonka, gently rubbing his sides. "You a brave dog," Aaron whispered. "I wish you was mine, then you could have saved us from them mean people." Tears started flowing as he whispered softly into Tonka's ear. Tonka, who had been just lying there, felt the boy's pain and moved his head onto Aaron's lap. Tonka listened to what the boy was saying, "...those mean peoples, they always hurt us. That why we're runs away." Bennie, who had been listening to Aaron whispering to Tonka, felt a stab in his chest as he moved to sit beside Aaron. He slowly and gently wrapped his arms around the crying boy and gently lifted him onto his lap. Bennie was softly talking to him as he slowly rocked back-and-forth, trying to comfort the little guy as he just let the little guy talk and cry his heart out. The two were still on the floor when Gloria came in with six banana splits. Bennie on the floor with Aaron in his lap caused her to grow concerned. She set the splits on the table and softly asked, "Is the little one okay?" "Yes, he is. I think he is just a bit overwhelmed and overtired. It has been a long and exciting day for him," Bennie replied as he slowly stood with Aaron in his arms. "Come on, little guy, Gloria brought you some ice cream." Nodding his head Aaron moved from Bennie's arms onto a chair. "Yeah, bro, you better eat it before I do," Zeke laughed. Aaron stuck his tongue out at his brother, making everyone laugh. Tonka moved over and sat beside Aaron, placing his head one again on the boy's lap. When the boys finished their ice cream, Bennie took them to the living room and soon were all lost in video games, except Jamie. Jamie had heard everything that Aaron said and was sitting on the couch just staring at the little guy. In his mind he vowed to himself that no one would ever hurt him again, but then reality set in and he knew that until he found out where he was going to be living there was nothing he could do about it. Jamie was so deep in thought that he failed to see Ace walk in. Bennie brought everyone back to earth when he looked up and spoke. "Hey, Ace, what's up?" "Not much. I just came to tell Malcolm that Dr. Philips will be stopping by in the morning to check his cuts. Jamie, I need to talk with you in the morning, please." =====<>===== "It's good to be home," Senator Martin thought as he poured himself glass of 20-year-old scotch. The flight had been long and slow and then the limo he hired was late, and then he came home to an empty house. He just finished his drink when his son Jordan walked in. "Just where the hell have you been?" Darrin hollered when he saw Jordan. "I was out with my friends. Besides, I didn't know you were coming home, so what's the big deal?" Jordan snapped back. "I had to come home. That bastard Daniels is in Washington again, I wish he was dead." "Why? What the hell has he done to you?" "What's he done? Listen you, that little bastard has cost me a lot of money. Every time I turn around to try and get his company shut down, someone steps in and interferes with the process." "You know, I've about had it with you; all you think about is yourself and what is good for you. Well, think again. Travis and I are going to the movies tonight and I will be staying at his place, so don't wait up for me." Later that night, after Jordan, Travis and a few others had been to the movies, Jordan and Travis headed home and up to Travis' bedroom. Travis lit and smoked a few joints, but Jordan let Travis have them all. It wasn't long before Travis fell into a deep sleep. Jordan watched and waited making sure that his cousin wouldn't wake up before he slipped out of the bedroom and left the house. Senator Martin sat in his home office, his fourth glass of scotch on the desk beside him. The only light in the room was coming from the computer screen that Darrin was staring at. Jordan Martin walked home, and seeing the light in his dad's office, quietly entered the house. He carefully placed his pack on the kitchen counter, opened it, withdrew his pistol, and made sure that the silencer was secured. He loved the feel of his .38 in his hand, and rubbed it gently with his thumb as he softly walked towards his father's office. The door was open just a bit, allowing Jordan to peer in and see that his dad had his eyes closed and was breathing slowly, obviously asleep. Quietly slipping inside, Jordan walked over behind his dad, glanced at what he had been looking at on the computer, and smiled. He lifted the pistol to the Senator's head. "Goodbye, Dad," he said as he pulled the trigger. Jordan left the house the same way he had entered and made his way back to Travis' house, where he was soon sound asleep on the extra bed. Early the next morning, Jordan and Travis were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when Travis' dad came in and got himself a coffee. "So what did you boys do last night?" he asked as he sat down at the table. "Nothing much, just went and saw a movie with some friends," Travis replied. "How was work?" "The usual, You know how it is. We did get a call-out to pick up a stiff, and I did find out the guy was a cop. "How did he die?" Jordan asked. "Shot. The Naples PD is going over everything. They tend to overreact when the victim is one of their own guys." "Well, you have a good day, Uncle. Travis and I are heading over to play some hoops, then we'll catch lunch at my place," Jordan shared. =====<>===== When Malcolm awoke the next morning and tried to get up he found himself tangled in arms and sheets. Lifting his head, he expected to see Aaron and Zeke, but instead found himself staring at Patrick and Jamie. Both boys were snuggled up tight to him. He called their names as he shook them awake. "Patrick, Jamie, time to wake up." "Nah uh, I need a few more minutes," Patrick mumbled. Jamie's eyes flew open in panic and he tried to scramble away. "It's okay, Jamie. You just need to feel safe, and I'm glad to help. My brothers do it, too, when they feel insecure." Malcolm whispered as he pulled Jamie back down and hugged him. "Yeah, but I shouldn't be here. I'm sixteen and supposed to be more mature than that." "Dude, we all need a cuddle sometimes; age has nothing to do with it. Besides, Malcolm makes a good pillow," Patrick laughed. "If you say so, and you're right, even if he is just a bit hard," Jamie laughed then jumped out of bed to run next door to get dressed. Malcolm and Patrick both quickly showered and dressed and were just heading to the dining room when a little brown-haired tornado hit them. "You guys almost missed breaky," Aaron said as he wrapped himself around Patrick. "As if we'd miss that," Malcolm laughed, "and where's your friend Tonka?" "Oh, he had to go outside, so that other boy took him." "Do you mean Bennie?" "Uh huh, I forgot his name," Aaron said. "That's okay, squirt, even my dad forgets sometimes," Bennie said coming up behind him. "I have never forgotten your name, Son, it's just that once on a while `Hey You' gets your attention better," Ben laughed as he saw everyone enter the dining room. "Good morning, sir," Malcolm said. "I'm sorry we didn't get to see you last night. May I introduce my brothers Zeke and the leech is Aaron," Malcolm said with a smile. "Hey, I not a leech," Aaron squeaked. "No, you're a handsome young man," Ben said as he ruffled Aaron's hair. "This young man with the leech must be Patrick?" "Yes, Mr. President," Patrick said, his face bright crimson. "Sir, this is our friend, Jamie." "It is nice to meet you all. Malcolm, remember that Dr. Philips is coming by to see you. Bennie will stay with your brothers and friends. After you see the doctor maybe you can all go swimming," Ben said. "Now, come on and eat before Gloria has our hides." Hearing that, Aaron squirmed free of Patrick, raced off squealing, and hid in Malcolm's bedroom. Bennie started to follow him. "I'll go talk to Aaron," Bennie said. "No, Bennie, I will. I made this mess," Ben said as he stopped Bennie. "You boys go ahead and eat." Ben entered the room Malcolm was using. "Aaron?" he called out. "Go way," Aaron sobbed. "Aaron, it's Ben. May I talk with you?" "No, I don't wanna lose my hide." "No one is going to lose their hide. I was only kidding." "It not funny." "I'm sorry, Aaron, I shouldn't have said what I did. Now, what do you say we go have some of Ms. Gloria's waffles, and then maybe later you and I can sit down and talk for a bit?" Ben asked. "Okay, I like waffles. You not mad at me?" Aaron whispered. "Heavens no! You just got scared. I don't know what has happened to you in the past, but, Aaron, I promise you that nothing like that will ever happen here, and if I have my way it will never will it happen again anywhere." "You promise?" Aaron asked as he squirmed into Ben's lap. "Come on, let's eat before the other boys finish everything." With Aaron snuggled to his hip, Ben walked back into the dining room. "Come on, you two, your food is getting cold." Gloria said with a smile as she set out plates for Aaron and Ben. Aaron had just started eating his breakfast and was enjoying the waffles when Ace walked in. "Good morning, Ben. Malcolm, the doctor's here, and Jamie could you and I have a talk, please?" "Um, sure, I guess," Jamie answered looking fearful. "It's okay, Jamie, you can finish your breakfast, and relax, you're not in any trouble. Ben, may I use the Treaty Room?" Ace asked. "Yes, I don't plan on being in there today," Ben replied. "Okay, but can Mr. Stillwaters be with us?" Jamie asked. "Well, I was thinking of having Agent Osbourne since he knows more about what is going on." "Ace, would you set up a detail for tonight? I would like to have everyone go out to dinner; I was thinking of Blair House," Ben asked. With everyone finished eating, Ace led Jamie and Donnie to the Treaty Room, while Johnny led Malcolm over to meet Dr. Philips. "Dr. Philips, this is Malcolm Daniels," Johnny stated as he placed his hand on Malcolm's right shoulder. "Nice to meet you, young man. Please take of your shirt and let's have a look at you," Dr. Philips said as he started opening his bag. While Jamie was busy talking with Ace and Donnie and Malcolm was with Dr. Philips, Bennie took Patrick, Zeke and Aaron into the living room, where they spent the next few hours playing. Tonka lay between the two youngest boys, his head again resting on Aaron's lap. The day seemed to be starting off good for everyone. ANOTHER NOTE: In his statement "I Am An American Indian, Not A Native American," Russell Means wrote: I abhor the term Native American. It is a generic government term used to describe all the indigenous prisoners of the United States. These are the American Samoans, the Micronesians, the Aleuts, the original Hawaiians, and the erroneously termed Eskimos, who are actually Upiks and Inupiats. And, of course, the American Indian. I prefer the term American Indian because I know its origins . . . As an added distinction the American Indian is the only ethnic group in the United States with the American before our ethnicity . . . We were enslaved as American Indians, we were colonized as American Indians, and we will gain our freedom as American Indians, and then we will call ourselves any damn thing we choose. Email me if you wish me to continue. thewriter1@live.ca Lot More Too Come Just Please Be Patient.