Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:42:56 GMT -5
Chapter Eleven – The Missing Is Found
A while later, back at the park, Wyatt had joined the other three in their search for Jamie. All four were stopped, sitting at a different picnic table. There was a row of branches a few feet away showing the outer boundary of the zone.
Lindsey had her head bowed down between her hands. “It’s useless. Jamie is gone.”
Behind her, blue-white orbs formed into Jamie, as if saying his name was magic. Matt’s eyes widened, but the other three where faced away from Jamie. Jamie was sporting bumps, bruises, and one arm was in a sling, but he looked much better than he had earlier.
“Jamie!” Matt exclaimed in a gasp.
Lindsey’s head whipped around. “Jamie? What happened?”
Jamie sighed in relief at seeing both Matt and Lindsey all right. “I’m not fully sure. They wouldn’t talk much. Are you two all right?”
Matt nodded. “I was injured which is why Lindsey called you, but they helped.”
Jamie turned to Wyatt and Chris. “Thank you.”
“Glad to help,” Wyatt replied.
“Where were you?” Chris asked, now that he knew the whitelighter was all right he was more interested in what had happened.
Jamie complied easily. “When I heard Lindsey’s call I orbed here and didn’t quite make it. When I came to, a woman and a girl where there, witches I think. They told me to be careful, that I had almost been killed, and then they told me to go.” Indicating his arm, he added, “They bandaged me up.”
“Do you want me to heal you?” Wyatt offered.
Jamie shook his head, a bit embarrassed that he had gotten into such a situation. “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks though.” Turning to Matt and Lindsey he asked, “Do you need me to stay?” When they shook their heads, he nodded. “All right. I will see you later.” With that he orbed away.
Matt stood as he watched the orbs vanish. “Thank you for your help. Now that we know Jamie is safe we had better go.”
“All right,” Wyatt allowed. “Be careful.”
“Thank you,” Lindsey added her own thanks. “Good-bye.”
Chris waved slightly as the couple walked away. Once they were several yards away he turned to his brother. “May I borrow your phone?”
“What for?” Wyatt asked, curious.
“I want to call Mom,” Chris informed him, “tell her our orbing is back.”
“We could show her,” Wyatt countered with the suggestion.
“And where exactly are we supposed to orb to?” Chris asked with raised eyebrows.
Wyatt shrugged. “Drinks’a working, right?”
“Most likely,” Chris agreed.
“So we just make sure she is the only one in the lobby.”
Chris looked at his brother blandly. “Security cameras.”
Wyatt wasn’t ready to give up. “Back parking lot, kitchen if only Mom is there . . .” closing his eyes he focused in on his mother before finishing, “. . . which she is.”
Chris shook his head, smiling. “Okay.”
With that Wyatt orbed out.
Chris, smile firmly on his face, orbed after him.