The Sassy Moose, Jackson Hole, WY

Brian woke the next morning to a stunning sunrise illuminating the meadow at the base of the mountains. He had actually slept without the haunting nightmares. He dressed in running shorts and a tank, heading to the kitchen for some coffee. 

“Morning Brian, did you sleep well?” Tyler asked. 

“Surprisingly yes, it’s been a while.” Brian replied pouring some coffee into the mug on the counter. 

“Anything I can help with?” Tyler didn’t think Brian would want to talk, but he wanted the man to know that he was concerned about his well-being. 

“I’m not really sure anyone can help, but thanks, I’ll keep you posted if I need someone to listen.” Brian was shocked by the words coming out of his mouth. Why was he opening up to this relative stranger? Could it be because he thought maybe Tyler and Jesse might actually be able to help? Did his subconscious believe that these men would simply listen allowing him to work through things without being judgmental? Was it because they did not know his reputation and he was able to just be who he was without any pretenses? He couldn’t give himself an answer.

Realizing a change of topic was warranted Tyler asked, “Thinking of going for a run?” 

“I was thinking about it. Can you recommend a good place to run?”

“Yeah, there is a great trail I think you will love. It’s not too steep and you can really see some outstanding landscape. Just go out the drive, go right and go down Moose Wilson Road about half a mile and you’ll see the clearing. The trail has a small wooden marker close to the ground. It will circle around and come out back at the beginning.” Tyler explained.

“Sounds great. Thanks.” Brian went back to his room, grabbed his running shoes, and headed out. 

Brian easily found the beginning of the trail. He stopped to stretch, having warmed up on the brisk walk to the clearing. The last thing he needed was a pulled muscle in the middle of nowhere. He started out at a moderate pace enjoying the clean, crisp mountain air. Even under the canopy of trees, Brian could see the blueness of the sky seeping through; he didn’t think he had ever seen such a truer color of blue, except in Justin’s eyes. He smiled thinking of his Sunshine, it was the first time he had thought of Justin and not felt like he was going to break down. He thought of the times he teased Justin about his metabolism and lack of exercise. The palatial sites of nature would have even brought Justin out with him this morning. They could have raced and then slowed to just enjoy their surroundings, laughing at the silliness of it all. A longing came over Brian as he thought of all that would never be. 

About two and a half miles into his run, Brian came across a clearing that sat pristinely in the center of the trees. Birds sang, and small creatures carried on about their morning routines. He was about to continue on, when something caught his attention. At the back of the glade, nestled in a thicket of trees sat a quaint, beautiful cottage. It appears somewhat overrun and deserted. Brian jogged up to the wraparound porch and peered into the window, wiping off the pollen and dust covering the glass. It is mostly empty with the exception of a few random pieces of furniture covered in tarps. He continued around the porch and found a for sale sign in the window. Coming around to the side Brian realized that the cottage style front belied the true size of the place. It was actually very big. It had three floors all with decks or patio space, a two-car garage, and a pathway that lead down to a building that looked to be some type of sunroom. 

Having spent about 20 minutes exploring the house Brian decided that he better start back to the B&B, he didn’t want Jesse and Tyler to worry. On his journey home he continued to think about the house. He couldn’t believe how taken he had been with it; it definitely wasn’t his normal style, not sleek, minimal, and modern. It was something he pictured Mel and Lindz liking. Thinking of his friends automatically got him thinking about Gus. Maybe he could bring Gus here? Having just gotten a brief taste of the Teton Mountains, he knew he wanted to share this with Gus. He wanted his son to experience as much of the country as he could while he was young and could enjoy the innocence and newness of it all. Give him the opportunities that he himself never had. Show him everything that he could aspire too. When he returned to the entrance of the trail, he slowed to a walk and headed straight for the inn. He would ask Jesse and Tyler about the house he had seen as soon as he was cleaned up from his adventure.

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Having showered and changed into jeans and a shirt, Brian headed out to the living room to see if Jesse or Tyler were around. As he came around the corner he was nearly tackled by a 4 year old little boy with flaming red hair and freckles. The little boy stumbled back and stared up at Brian with brilliant green eyes that were speckled with mischief. 

“Well hello, you must be TJ?” Brian said to the mass of boy sitting at his feet. 

TJ immediately stood and extended his small hand. “That’s me!” He said smiling at the man towering above him. “What’s your name?” 

“I’m Brian. It’s a pleasure to meet you young sir.” Brian answered shaking the boy’s hand. 

TJ giggled at being called sir. He liked this man. He had safe, magical eyes that danced when he spoke. TJ continued to hold onto Brian’s hand and led him into the kitchen. “Grandpa look who I found, this is Brian, he’s my new friend!”

“We’ve been introduced already TJ. But thank you for finding him; it’s just about time for some lunch.” TJ released Brian’s hand and took his place at the table. He had a booster seat now instead of that baby chair. He was a big boy now and could sit with his grandpas at the big table. 

“I see you’ve met our grandson Brian.” Jesse stated laughingly.

“Yes, I have. He is quite the little gentleman, despite almost running me over.” Brian replied with a laugh. 

“We warned you.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

Brian sat down next to TJ and asked, “So Mr. TJ what are you having for lunch?” 

“I’m having a peanut butter and banana sandwich. They are yummy!”

“Well I’m not too sure about peanut butter and bananas, but peanut butter and avocados now that’s what I call yummy.” Brian laughed out loud at the crinkled little face that stared back at him.

Jesse and Tyler smiled watching Brian interact with TJ. Their grandson had made yet another conquest. Tyler put TJ’s plate in front of him; one PB&B sandwich and a sliced pear. Brian received a sliced avocado, peanut butter and some whole grain crackers. Both men were happy. 

Once his hosts joined him at the table Brian began his inquiry about the house he had seen.

“That trail you recommended was amazing Tyler. I really did enjoy it. I was wondering, when I was coming toward the end, I came across a cottage that had a for sale sign. Can you tell me about it?” 

“That’s the old Hammermill Cottage. It has been sitting on that acre of land for about eight years now. The Hammermill family was one of the first to settle in this area. Three generations lived here in Jackson Hole. Unfortunately, the family line has ended and no one has shown interest in the place. It needs some work and the asking price is a bit much for the people around here. I think the park service will take over the house and land if it doesn’t sell soon.” Tyler answered. “Why are you interested?”

“I just might be. As you’ve probably guessed, I’m dealing with some demons right now, but when I saw the house, I just felt a real connection to it. I could see myself coming out here with my son and sharing all this magnificence with him. It is not really my style, but I think it could be with the right touches. Do you know who I would need to talk to about it?” 

“Kenneth Pardoe is the realtor for the county who is handling the property. I could give him a call for you? See if he could maybe swing by later and discuss it with you.” Tyler said.

“I’d really appreciate that Tyler.” Brian’s demeanor was the happiest the hosts had witnessed since they had met. 

After lunch TJ monopolized Brian’s time, telling him about all the adventures they would have. Showing him his favorite spots around the B&B. He was especially fond of the small lake close by. He loved playing with the frogs and trying to catch the fish with his bare hands. Walking back TJ asked Brian about his son. 

“Brian, do you think your son would like to play with the frogs and fish?” 

“How do you know about my son?” Brian asked. 

“Well I heard you talking to my grandpas about him at lunch.” TJ replied with an undertone of ‘duh’.

“Of course, I’m sorry I forgot that you were listening too. But to answer your question, yes, I think he would like to play with them, but he needs to grow a little more first, he’s just 9 months old.” 

“Oh, I was hoping he could come out to visit me. I mean I love my grandpas and you are a lot of fun, but it would be nice to have someone closer to my height to play with.” Brian held back a chuckle, since he could tell that TJ was serious about his dilemma. 

“Well I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we ask your grandpa’s if there are some activities that you could do that have kids your age in them? And when Gus is older I’ll bring him out to visit you and you can show him everything. Kind of like a big brother would do. How does that sound?” Brian asked, smiling down at TJ. 

“Wow! Really? I could be a big brother?! I’d really, really like that!” TJ was so excited. 

“Brian, I just got off the phone with Ken. He said he can stop by around 5:30 on his way home to talk about the house. He said he’ll bring all the details.” Tyler said from the entrance. He had seen Brian and his grandson heading up the drive and went to greet them. 

“Grandpa Ty! Guess what? I’m going to be a big brother!” TJ told his grandfather while jumping up and down. 

“What? Is your mother hiding something from us?” 

“Silly grandpa, no! Brian said I could be a big brother for his son, Gus!” 

“Well, that is a big job. Do you think you can handle it?” 

“Yea, I can do it! Besides he won’t be coming for a while, so I’ll have time to get even bigger!” Tyler looked adoringly at his grandson. He would have to talk to Brian about this. “Why don’t you head inside, I think Grandpa Jesse has a snack for you.” 

“Yippee!” TJ went bouncing into the house to tell his other grandpa the great news, and to get his snack. 

“What’s all this about Brian?” Tyler asked. 

“I’m sorry if I’m imposing. TJ was talking about how he wished he had someone his “own height” to play with. That you and Jesse were great and I was good too, but wanted someone who would play with the frogs and fish. I’m not too good with slime.” Brian said with a grimaced expression. 

“I didn’t know he felt that way. There are some great activities around the park for kids, I’ll have to get online and check into some for him.” Tyler said, quietly beating himself up for not noticing his grandson’s need for companionship.

“I wouldn’t beat yourself up too much; he probably just realized he wanted a friend his own age. Up until now he was happy with you and Jesse.” Brian said realizing his new friend was mad that he hadn’t noticed. 

“I guess you’re right, he did just start pre-school this past spring, so now that he has friends there, he doesn’t understand why there aren’t any here.” Tyler sounded a bit sad that he wasn’t the center of the young boy’s world anymore. 

“I need to inform you however, that we must take an adventure to see the bears and wolves. TJ says it is his and his grandpa’s special place, but that he thought I would like it, so he said I could come.” Brian smiled, seeing that Tyler perked up a bit at that. “What exactly is he talking about anyway?” 

“The Grizzly and Wolf Discovery Center. It is a bear and wolf preserve in West Yellowstone. They have 6 wolves and 8 bears. TJ loves them. He can spend hours watching them. I’ve never see a child so mesmerized. He loves Hayden; he’s the alpha male of the pack.” 

Brian chuckled hearing about another ‘alpha male’. That was what he was considered among ‘his pack’ back home. He wasn’t sure however if they would still welcome him into the fold, and he wondered if he even wanted the role anymore?

“Well, I think I would enjoy seeing that. When is a good time to go?” Brian asked. 

“Well it can be crowded pretty much all the time in the summer, but weekends are the worst, so I think sometime during the week would be best. How long do you think you will be staying?” 

“Trying to get rid of me already?” 

“No of course not!” Tyler thought he might have offended his guest. 

“I was just kidding Tyler. I’m not completely certain, but at least for another week. I’m hoping that after talking to Mr. Pardoe I’ll have a really good reason for staying that long.” Brian replied. 

“Well as I said, Ken will be over about 5:30. It’s just about 3:45 now, so why don’t you head up and rest for a while, and I’ll let you know when Ken arrives.” 

“That sounds good. TJ wore me out, but you didn’t hear that from me.” Brian smiled at Tyler and headed inside. 

Jesse came out and found his partner sitting on the front porch.  Sliding up next to him he took his partners hand in his and let out a contented sigh. Tyler could be a bit frustrating when he was brooding about something, but he better ask him about it. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jesse asked bringing Ty out of his musings. 

“Nothing really, just thinking about Brian. I can tell he is tortured about something, but I can’t figure out what it is. At first I thought that it was about his son, Gus, but he told TJ that he could be Gus’ “big brother” when he brought him out to visit so I don’t think that is it.” 

“Well maybe he broke up with his boyfriend. I caught how he cut off his sentence the other night at dinner.”

“I suppose so, but he just seems so haunted, like it is more than that.” 

“Well we don’t know how long they were together; I know I’d be haunted if we were not together any more.” Jesse said clinging to Ty. 

“Perish the thought.” Ty took Jesse completely in his arms, “You’ll never have to worry about that baby!” Sealing his promise with a deep and passionate kiss. 

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At 5:30 Jesse went and knocked on the door to Brian’s room. 

“Come in.” 

“Brian, Ken just arrived. He’s waiting for you in the living room.” 

“Thanks Jesse, I’ll be right there.” Brian replied, getting up from the chaise and grabbing his shoes. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face and fixed his tousled locks. Satisfied with his appearance he exited the room and headed to meet Ken. 

“Here he is. Brian Kinney, I’d like you to meet Kenneth Pardoe.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Pardoe.” Brian said firmly shaking the man’s hand. 

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Kinney. And please call me Ken.” 

“Then please call me Brian.” 

“Tyler said you were inquiring about the Hammermill Cottage?” 

“Yes, I was wondering if you could give me some details about the house.” 

“Certainly. It has 3 bedrooms, 3 ½ baths, a 2 car garage, and has 3285 square feet of living space. The basement is partially finished but could have more done to it. It also comes with about an acre of surrounding land. As I believe Tyler told you there is no one left in the family to claim the property and it is just too much for most people here, and we have been unsuccessful at trying to sell it to someone out of the area.” 

“When I was looking around I saw a path off of the back that seemed to lead to a smaller building. Is that part of the property?” 

“Yes, it was used as a greenhouse, but could easily be converted into a guest house or studio of some sort.”

At the mention of the word studio, Brian became sullen. 

“Have I said something wrong Mr. Kinney?” Ken asked, noting the change in the potential buyer. He really hoped that he could convince this man to buy the place. He was tired of marketing it around. Not to mention the commission he would get for finally getting rid of it. 

“I’m sorry Ken, no, you didn’t upset me.” Brian replied. “I am however, interested. Would it be possible to see inside the property?” 

“Yes, I brought the keys with me just in case.” Ken replied excitedly.  

“Brian we hope you don’t mind but we are going to stay here get dinner ready and spend some time with TJ. You’ll be fine with Ken?” Jesse asked.

“No problem. Although, I may have some questions when I get back.” Brian answered.

“Sounds good. We’ll see you after a while then.” 

Brian followed Ken out to his SUV and climbed into the passenger side. He watched as Ken pulled out on to Moose Wilson Road and went about ¾ of a mile before turning off onto a gravel road that wound its way through the trees, then opening up to the expanse of the front of the cottage. Brian could see where he had come out of the running trail he was on earlier and wondered how he missed the drive. Looking about at the overgrown landscape he tried to imagine what it would look like with things trimmed and shaped. Ken led the way up the porch steps and stopped at the front door. Inserting the key, he struggled some, then the latch clicked, opening the door to the inside. 

“This is the main floor Brian. As you can see the foyer leads to either the dining room on the left, or the study on the right. The master suite is on this floor as well. Why don’t we go through the dining room and end in the study before seeing the other floors.” 

“Lead the way.” Brian said. He was pleased to see the hardwood floors throughout the main floor. 

Walking through the dining room there was a utility room just before entering into a large grand kitchen with an island. 

“The kitchen probably needs some updating in the appliance department, and you could stain the cabinetry to suit your liking, but it is handmade cabinetry. The nook can hold a nice sized breakfast table.” Ken said, using all his knowledge to try and impress Brian.

“I think you are right about the appliances, but the cabinetry is a good tone, just needs some cleaning up and polishing.” 

From the kitchen, they entered the great room. 

“This room features built-in hand-made cabinetry as well on either side of the fireplace. As you can clearly see the back wall is mostly French doors that open onto the large porch. There is also a wet bar in the corner.” 

Brian was becoming more and more impressed with the house. 

“Why don’t we take a look at the master suite Brian?” Ken brought Brian out of his musings looking out over the view from the porch. 

Upon entering the master suite, Brian felt a pall fall over him. “Who would he share this with?” He thought. “Don’t go there right now Kinney!” He chastised himself. 

“I’m sorry Ken what did you just say.” Brian felt a bit sheepish at not paying attention. 

“Just that there is a connecting door to the study from the master suite, just beyond the linen closet down this small gallery hall. There are two large walk in closets, and the bath has duel sinks, a stall shower, large Jacuzzi tub, and an enclosed toilet. 

They returned to the foyer via the study, which Brian really loved. It had floor to ceiling bookshelves of deep mahogany on one wall, and a built in work station in the back corner also made from the mahogany wood. 

“Well, up or down Brian?” 

“Let’s see the upstairs.” 

“This level boasts two bedrooms of equal size and two bathrooms with showers; although I’m sure you could have a tub put in one if you like. Both also have large walk in closets.” Ken gave Brian the specifics of the rooms, but he was taken with the open balcony to the great room below and the windows that opened up this area to the majesty outside. “Each room also has French doors opening onto the upper deck.” 

“Brian do you want to see one of the rooms?” 

“Sure. What are these?” Brian asked pointing to two built-in areas. They are meant to be work stations, but you could have bookcases put in if you liked.” 

“Okay, let’s see one of the rooms.” 

Brian was pleased with the size of the rooms, and thought the one he was standing in would be perfect for Gus. He could leave the workstation on that side for his son, and turn the others into bookshelves outside what he would make the guest room. Ken left the man to his musings for a moment and stepped out onto the deck. Brian couldn’t believe himself. He was already buying the place in his mind and he didn’t even know the cost yet. Becoming aware that he was alone in the room he ventured out onto the deck to find Ken. 

“Shall we see the rest of the house?” Brian asked.

“All right, let’s head back downstairs.” 

Coming down the stairs Brian found himself in the most compartmentalized portion of the house. Being as it was the basement, he should have expected it. 

“Through this door you can enter the garage, which will house 2 cars, and there is also a large amount of space for work benches, or mechanic space; as well as doors leading onto the back patio. I noticed your motorcycle at the B&B, the alcove over here in the area of the bay window would be a nice home for it.” 

“You’re right it would be. What else is down here?” 

“Well the door over on the other side of the garage used to just be a mud room that led into a ski storage area, but the last owner converted it into a wine cellar. If we go into the other door off the garage we enter into the bonus or what I like to call the entertainment room. It was converted into a home theater and lounge.” 

“This is amazing! My friends would love this!”

“Why don’t we go out to the porch and I’ll show you what’s out there.” 

Brian followed Ken back to the garage and out through the porch doors. The porch was made of a gray flagstone as was the path leading to what Brian had learned was the greenhouse. There was space to have a pool installed and a whirlpool spa. Brian knew he had to have this house.

“So what do you think Brian?” Ken asked with trepidation in his voice. He was of the opinion that the man liked it, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. 

“How much is the asking price?” Brian asked matter of fact.

“$ 1.5 million, but that includes the land surrounding it as well.” Ken flinched and cowered waiting to hear the man’s response.

“Write it up.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I said Write. It. Up.” Brian could tell that he had just blown the man away, and was having fun with him. 

“You’re kidding?” Brian looked at Ken with a look that said, “No I’m dead serious.”

Deciding to take pity on him Brian once again replied. “Ken, Ken are you paying attention?  I’d like to put in a bid on the property. Offer 1.1 million and see if they will bite. I can go up to the asking price, but I do want to do some renovations so the more I can save the better.” Brian was enjoying the look of absolute awe on Ken’s face. 

“I…I’ll get right on it.” Ken was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that he was probably selling this place. 

“When do you think you might have an answer for me?” 

“Probably in a day or two. I know the county really wants to sell it, so they may be willing to go down in price.” 

“That’s great. Keep me posted.” Brian had to laugh at the man’s excitement. 

“Well I’ll get you back to the Sassy Moose, and I’ll start working on the preliminary paperwork tonight, so I can get the ball rolling first thing in the morning. If I can just get some basic information from you, we’ll be off and running.” 

“No problem.” 

Brian wrote down the information that Ken needed while they were driving back to the B&B. They said their goodbyes and Ken went off to begin the process of convincing the county to sell the house at the price Brian was willing to offer and Brian went in to relax for the evening. 

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Taylor Condo, Pittsburgh, PA

Justin had been home for 3 days. It was now Monday and he was getting ready to head out to his first therapy session. Settling in to the strange environment was not as easy as he had hoped. He lashed out at his mother and sister on several occasions when they were only trying to help. The worst was when he first came home to discover that his mother had created an art corner for him in his room. It had a top of the line drafting table, shelves for all the supplies he could imagine, and on the walls she had hung some of the sketches he had done of Molly, Daphne, the gang, and also one of Brian. He felt suffocated and lashed out. She was pushing too hard. He might never draw again. Did she think he wanted the reminders of what had been? He had thrown the desk over, breaking the attached lamp and sent the framed pictures crashing to the floor. Ironically, the only one that didn’t fall was the one of Brian. 

He apologized to his mom the next day, and said that he would try to do better. Molly had become frightened by Justin’s rage, but showing a maturity beyond her years she suggested that if Justin felt pressured by them, he should just walk away signaling that it was all too much and he needed some space. Consequently she and her mother would know to back off. He couldn’t believe his sister’s insight to his problems, but was very proud of her, and agreed that he thought it was a good idea. So Saturday, was okay, and Sunday, had gotten better. They were learning to live with each other again. 

Today would be the first time that he ventured outside the condo. He was scared. No other way to describe it. The clinic where he was to take his therapy was close to the hospital, but it was still a new environment, filled with people and things he had no idea how he would react to. He always pictured physical therapy rooms as large open areas with lots of people trying to get better, but staring at each other, comparing each other. It was the fear of being watched that scared him the most. He supposed that was because, Hobbs had been watching him and Brian, but he didn’t see him, and then it was all too late. 

“Justin, Are you ready to go?” His mother appeared at the door to his room. 

“Yeah, just let me get my shoes on. Then I’ll be right down.” 

“Okay, I’ll wait for you in the car.” Jennifer answered. 

She had learned very quickly that Justin wasn’t going to be immediately okay once she got him home. It was just the opposite. He seemed to be worse. She had called Dr. Hamilton that first night, after Justin had finally exhausted himself into a deep sleep. He told her that she needed to expect this, and just allow Justin to take things at his own pace. That was so difficult for a mother. She wanted to be able to hug her first born and make all the monsters go away, like she had done when he was a young boy. But her hugs were no longer all the medicine her son needed. On Saturday she readied herself to allow Justin to come to her, and allow him to figure things out on his own. Over dinner she reminded him that she would be there for him whenever he needed anything, but that she would try not to overwhelm him. She smiled remembering that after she had said that, Justin was heading toward the stairs to retire to his room, but he hesitated, turned back around and opened his arms to welcome his mother in. She had cried on his shoulder and when he loosened his grip she quickly backed away. He had leaned over and given her a kiss goodnight and disappeared to his room.

The opening of the car door brought Jen out of her memories. Justin climbed in and fastened his seatbelt. 

“Ready?”

“As ready as I’m going to get.” Justin replied, trying to sound upbeat for his mother’s benefit. 

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Jennifer pulled into a parking spot outside of Allegany Rehabilitation and Sports Therapy, and came to a stop. Looking over at her son, she could see the hesitancy and trepidation in his eyes. But the stature of his posture contradicted the look. Jen knew that he would conquer this, but it would probably be an uphill battle. 

“Okay, Emmett will be here to pick you up at 10:30 and take you home. I’ll see you this evening when I get home from work. Molly should be home from school about 3:30.” 

“Thanks Mom. I’ll see you later.” Justin said climbing out of the car and heading inside the building. 
Once inside the waiting room, Justin sequestered himself in a corner away from all of the other patients. The receptionist had said the staff was running a bit behind today, so he had to wait for 15 minutes. He had tried to time it so he wouldn’t have to wait, that he could go right back, but obviously the powers that be wanted him to have to deal with this. He did the deep breathing that Dr. Hamilton had suggested he do if he began to feel panicked. It seemed to help, so he just closed his eyes and continued to breathe. 

“Justin Taylor?” 

Justin jumped at hearing his name. Once he reoriented himself he looked up to see a young woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes. How he loved hazel eyes. He stood up identifying himself as the person she was looking for. He carefully walked toward her. 

“Hi Justin, I’m Marci O’Neil.” 

Justin was surprised that the therapist had come out to greet him. He had suspected that he would be escorted back by some aide, and made to wait even longer. 

“Justin? Are you all right?” Marci asked. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Just surprised you came out to get me personally.” Justin answered. 

“Well, I don’t like it when I’m made to feel like a random chart, so I don’t treat my patients that way either. Are you ready to head back?” 

Justin liked Marci. She was honest and had a straightforward manner. “Yeah let’s start the torture.” 

“Let’s try not to be too melodramatic, I won’t torture until I know you better.” Marci smirked at Justin opening the door to the room they were going to be working in. 

Justin grinned at her and entered the room. It was a good sized room, a window looking to a small garden, and walls done in a vibrant but soothing yellow. There was a table with two chairs facing each other. Justin saw several devices on the table as well as some art supplies that he recognized. He became uncertain when he saw the pencils and pastels; surely she wouldn’t make him draw today? Taking a deep breath, determined to accomplish what was asked of him, Justin took a seat at the table ready to get started. 

Marci observed Justin while he took in the room. She had reserved this room for him on purpose. She had talked with Dr. Hamilton and learned about some of the associated complications that Justin might have. She wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible. She had repositioned the table so that Justin would be facing the door, so it would be a visible escape for him. This room was the only one with a window and Marci figured the added openness given by the window would also help Justin not feel closed in. She did want to challenge him a bit, which is why she had placed the few art supplies on the table. Tom had also told her about Justin’s passion for art and his fear of never drawing again. It would be a stumbling block for him and probably her greatest challenge. But she had an ace up her sleeve. Justin Taylor would be her greatest success story if she had anything to do with it. 

Seeing Justin take his place at the table she sat down across from him ready to get started. 
“Okay Justin, today we are just going to get a foundation from which to start, see what you can do and what I will need to work on when planning your sessions.” Marci was very careful in choosing her words. She did not want to use any negative connotations. 

“Sounds okay, what do I need to do?” 

“First I’d like you to explain to me as best you can how your hand feels to you. Your perception is the best gauge I have.” Marci told him. 

“Well the first word that comes to mind is weak. Not just because I can’t grip anything steadily, it’s a true feeling, it’s almost as if the muscles are not there.” Justin said.

“That’s good Justin, good description. Now I’ll see if I can put your mind at ease a little. First off, the muscles are still there,” she told him with a grin. 

“I know that.” Justin said petulantly, but grinning as well. 

“Seriously though, what you are experiencing is common, not only in your condition, but in many injuries. I had a piano player once who was in a car accident and severely dislocated her elbow. She described one of her symptoms very much the same way. She is now playing with the Philadelphia symphony.” 

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Marci continued to question.

“Whenever I try to grip something and pick it up, the muscles in my palm spasm and I get a sharp pain that shoots up my arm.” Justin reported. 

“How far up your arm does the pain go?”

“Just below my elbow.” 

“Does it ever go any higher?” 

“No I haven’t experienced any pain above the elbow. Sometimes my fingers will cramp for no reason, it wakes me up sometimes.” 

“All right, any numbness or tingling?” 
 
“No not really, well maybe a little right after my fingers cramp up, but it goes away really fast.” 

“Is the tingling in all your fingers or one or two?” 

Justin tried to think back to the last time the cramping happened. “Umm, I’m pretty sure it’s just my ring finger and my pinky.” 

“Good job Justin. Okay, we’ll move forward, if you think of anything else you want to tell me, just let me know. We are going to start taking some general measurements, basically just range of motion, meaning how far you can move each of the joints in your hand and fingers. After we finish with that, we’ll do a bit of strength and flexibility and then we can talk about your upcoming sessions. Does that sound okay with you?” 

“Yes, that sounds fine; and Marci, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” 

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Emmett was waiting for Justin when he came out from the therapy room. Justin was happy to see his friend. Emmett was pleased that Justin seemed to be in relatively good spirits. Jennifer had warned him that Justin might be upset or despondent, and to be prepared for the worst. That did not appear to be the case, Justin had leaned in and gave his therapist a quick hug and turned to Emmett with a smile on his face. It wasn’t one of his blinding smiles, but it was still a smile. 

“Hey gorgeous, how’d the first session go?”  Emmett asked.

“It went surprisingly well. I like Marci, she doesn’t take any shit, but she doesn’t make me feel like an incompetent child. We are going to be working as a team to get me back to where I need to be.” Justin said confidently. 

“Oh baby, I’m so proud of you! I know you will be drawing again in no time.” Emmett opened his arms to suggest a hug and Justin accepted it willingly. Pulling out of the hug Emmett asked, “So are you ready to head out?” 

“Just give me a minute to set up my next visit. I have to meet with Caleb next time as well as seeing Marci.” Justin walked up to the reception counter and made his appointment for Friday at 9:30. He would meet with Caleb for 30 minutes then work with Marci for an hour. 

Securing his next appointment, Justin turned to Emmett and they headed out. Emmett had borrowed Teddy’s car to take Justin home. Emmett wanted to take advantage of Justin’s good mood and see if he could get him to walk around for a while and maybe have lunch at the diner. He would take Justin home if he wanted to but he was hoping he would want to stay out. 

“Justin how about going down to Liberty, and doing a little bit of window shopping? Maybe we can meet Teddy for lunch at the Diner?” Emmett suggested. 

Justin faltered at Emmett’s suggestion, but he was hungry. “I don’t know about doing the window shopping, but lunch sounds good.” Justin replied, glancing at Emmett to see if he was disappointed in him. 

“Great! I’ll call Teddy and see if he can meet us in half an hour.” 

“You’re not mad that I don’t want to shop?” Justin asked.

“Oh baby, hell no! I just thought we might spend some time out and about. Staying cooped up in that condo has to get boring. I just wanted to give you some options.”

“Thanks Em, I appreciate it. I think I will feel okay at the Diner.”

“You’ll be great baby!” 

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Justin enjoyed his lunch at the diner with Ted and Emmett. Debbie wasn’t working so he didn’t have to worry about her turning into a mother hen, and he was able to just sit and talk with his friends. He was a little jumpy at first, but after they ordered and started talking he calmed down. It was the first time he had felt ‘normal’ since he got out of the hospital.  After lunch Emmett dropped him off at his mother’s condo and headed to work, he had the afternoon shift at Torso. 

Justin was worn out when he got home so he decided to rest for a while until Molly got home. He knew she would wake him up when she came barreling through the front door like she always did. Sure enough about two hours later…

“JUSTIN!” 

“I’m on the sofa Molly.” Justin answered her bellow.

“Hey, how did therapy go?” 

“It went good. I like my therapist, she’s really good.” 

“I’m so happy for you Jus; I was worried at school today, hoping that you would have a good day.” Molly said flopping herself down on the sofa next to her brother. She was excited when he didn’t flinch at her movements. 

“Everything went fine. I have my next appointment on Friday.” Justin said. He appreciated the obvious concern his sister had for him. “Hey Mol, do you have any homework to do?” 

“A little. I have 5 pages of history to read and a worksheet to finish.” She sounded so put out about it. 

“Well Marci, that’s my therapist, gave me some exercises to do, so why don’t I sit with you in the kitchen, we’ll get a snack, do our “homework” together, then we can watch some t.v. until mom gets home.” Justin suggested. 

“That’s sounds cool, I’ll go get my backpack.” Molly jumped off the sofa to get her bag she had dropped by the door when she came in. 

Justin went to the kitchen, got some lemonade and Chips Ahoy to snack on and sat down at the table with Molly. While Molly read her history, Justin worked with the low resistance putty that Marci had given him. He found the comic section of the paper and rolled the putty over the cartoons, then distorted them with his kneading. It was actually kind of fun. Then he moved on to the rubber band exercises she suggested. Marci had told him to stick to big or more general movements at first, and then as he progressed they would work toward more fine motor control needed for his art. 

“I’m all done Jus. Do you want to watch some t.v. now?” Molly asked her brother. 

“I’ve got a better idea. How would you like to help me with my exercises?” 

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to do anything wrong and hurt you.” Molly said with some trepidation. 

“It’s really simple; we’re just going to throw a tennis ball around.” 

“Okay, that sounds easy enough. I’d like to help you.” Molly was so happy that she would be able to help her brother get better. She had felt somewhat useless since he had gotten home; being able to help made her feel important.

The siblings headed out to the front yard to toss the ball back and forth. That was how Jennifer found her children as she pulled into the driveway of her condo. 

“Hi Mom! I’m helping Justin with his exercises. It’s so cool!” Molly greeted her mother at the car. 

“That’s great sweetheart!” Jennifer smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm and looked up to see Justin smiling at her. 

“Hi honey, how did therapy go today?” Jennifer asked. 

“It went better than I thought. I really like Marci.” Justin offered; glad to see his mom look at him without any sympathy. 

“I’m very proud of you Justin. You could have gone in with a defeatist attitude after all you’ve lived through, but you didn’t. I can’t tell you how much that makes me admire the young man you’ve become. You’re going to be my famous artist yet!” Jennifer was shocked when she found her arms filled with her son, hugging her tightly. 

Justin pulled away from the hug and looked at his mother with so much love. “I couldn’t have done it without you mom. I have no doubt that I get my tenacity from you. I’m sure there will still be low times to come, but I have some hope now.” He became melancholy again and Jennifer knew Justin was thinking of Brian. “I just wish Brian would come home. He infuses me with so much determination. I’m scared for him mom, and there is nothing I can do about it.” Justin looked down at his feet, feeling tears well into his eyes. 

“Justin, look at me.” Jennifer gently prodded. “Brian will come home some day. When I can’t say; but you can’t let his absence deter you from your goals. You still have PIFA to plan for, and you know Brian wouldn’t want you to give up on that or yourself. If it helps you to think that you are doing all this for him that’s fine, just promise me you won’t give up.” Jennifer pleaded. 

“No mom, I can’t do all this for Brian. He wouldn’t want that, I need to do this for me, and by doing it for me, I’ll be doing it for him. I need to be the best me I can be. Brian wouldn’t accept anything less.” Justin said the tears gone and determination filling his eyes. 

“You’re right, he wouldn’t.” Jen smiled. “Oh, Melanie called me today. She needs to speak with us soon to find out what we want to do. She is meeting with Hobbs’ lawyer this afternoon, so I told her to come by this evening for dinner. I think Lindsay is going to bring Gus over as well. Is that okay with you? It won’t be too much will it?” 

“Actually, I’d love to see Gus! Maybe he can help keep my emotions occupied while we talk with Melanie.” Justin got excited thinking about seeing the little boy. He hadn’t seen him since well before getting hit by Hobbs. He had probably grown leaps and bounds. It would also be a connection to Brian. 

He took his mom’s hand and then Molly’s and led the two ladies into the house to get ready for their guests. 

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