Charlie’s Angels – By Presbychick2005

She generously rubbed the smooth surface with the silky material until it shone crystal clear. She hated when her patients touched her belongings. It was as if they doubted her credentials as a psychiatrist and needed the black and white proof. Being the “good doctor” that she was, she never stopped them, instead she would sit back watching in agony as they placed their grubby fingerprints all over her framed diplomas and various certificates of achievements, all the while moaning, mentally reminding herself to clean it when they left. After all, those diplomas and plaques were really all she had. The only thing in her life that made sense.

It was nearly seven o’clock in the evening and her work day should have been over hours ago but a late staff meeting at the hospital kept her after so she decided to finish up some paperwork. It wasn’t as if she was missing anything at home. There tends to be no excitement in going home to an empty apartment, with only a dog to keep you company.

Ever since she completed medical school, she placed her career above any and all things in life. Work came first; her patients filled her days from morning till night. After nearly 9 years of such a lonely existence, she began to think that maybe she put the most important things last like friends and family and even love.

A knock at her office door brought her out of her daze. Thankful for the interruption she got up and answered the door to find a stout, balding man there, a hurried expression on his face.

 

“May I help you?”

 

“Are you the doctor?” The man wondered in a rush. Her eyes grew wide in shock of his disregard for manners.

 

“I am Dr. Evans.” She retorted. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

 

“Yea, I was told you would be blonde and beautiful.” He grinned slightly nearly causing her to slam the door in disgust.

 

“Do you need my assistance in any way?” She asked going into shrink mode as her patients called it.

 

“What? Oh . . . me? No! I’m not nuts . . . my boss is . . . well he’s not nuts but he’s the one who needs you not me.” The man rambled.

 

“Now you have me confused.” She insisted, trying terribly hard not to laugh.

 

“I am the assistant . . . more like gopher, for a wealthy businessman in Salem. He asked me to find the best shrink around because he’s feeling overworked and stressed out. Like he’s losing his marbles, ya know?” He explained.

 

“I . . . yes . . . I think I know.” She nodded, stepping back and motioning for him to sit on the couch. The man took one look at the couch and retreated to the chair.

 

“You ain’t getting me in no shrink’s couch, that’s for sure.” He chuckled loudly.

 

“Sit wherever it is you’re most comfortable.” She encouraged, taking a seat herself on the couch.

 

“Look, I said I wasn’t the one with the problems, my boss is. So don’t go messing with my head and trying to reverse the psychology on me okay?” He warned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

 

“Whatever you say Mr. . .” She began, grasping for his name.

 

“Charlie, just call me Charlie.” He replied.

 

“Well Charlie, what is it you need me to do for your boss?” She wondered.

 

“He sent me to make him an appointment for your . . . er . . . services.” He answered.

 

“I prefer to call it professional expertise.” She smiled. “Services may allude to something much different from psychology.” Charlie chuckled boisterously, his foot stomping the ground.

 

“I get it!” He managed between chuckles. “Good one Doc.”

 

“You can call me Dr. Evans or Marlena if you’d like.” She urged for she hated being called Doc . . . it was so condescending to her. “Why is it you’ve come so late to make an appointment?”

 

“Oh, well you see, my boss he’s pretty well-known in this town and he doesn’t want anybody knowing he’s getting your kind of help. He has a reputation to uphold and if everyone knew, he’d be marked for life.” Charlie rambled.

 

“There isn’t anything wrong with seeking help Charlie. People do it all the time. It doesn’t make them weird or unusual, it only makes them human.” She explained.

 

“Look, I ain’t the one you got to help so save that for my boss. Now, I did some extensive searching in this town and of all the shrinks, you’re the best. . . at least that’s what your reputation says. I must say, I am impressed to see that you’ve got such a wonderful reputation being that you’ve only lived in Salem for a few short months. Anyways, like I said before, my boss needs his sessions to be strictly confidential and private, no one can know which is why they need to be in the late evening.” He explained.

 

“But my office hours end at six.” She noted.

 

“Like I said before, my boss is a very wealthy businessman, he’ll make the trouble worth your while. He is willing to double your fee if you cooperate with his needs.” He offered. Marlena paused for a moment, realizing how beneficial this could be.

 

“What are his needs?” She asked, giving away her interest in the opportunity.

 

“Evening sessions, at a remote, secret place.” He replied.

 

“When you say remote you mean . . .” She hesitated.

 

“Well not here and not at his house or his company . . . somewhere confidential.” He described.

 

“And where are we going to find a place like that in Salem?” She nearly laughed.

 

“Oh we have it figured out. Every evening around seven, a limo will pick you up here and take you to my boss where you will conduct your session.” Charlie explained. “When you’re done, the limo will drive you home and that will be all until the next day.”

 

“Your boss wants to meet every day?” She echoed in surprise.

 

“Well, like I said, he’s very stressed out. He needs the help. Come on, you’re a doctor, it’s your duty to help those in need.” Charlie nearly begged.

 

“I hold the right to deny any patient I see fit.” She counter-argued.

 

“You’re absolutely right . . . but I assure you he is in desperate need and you are the only one who can help him.” He replied, his eyes radiating a truthful innocence that Marlena took note of.

 

“Why do you say that?” She asked slowly. “Why me?” Charlie shifted uncomfortably in his chair, realizing he had spoken too candidly.

 

“I . . . I only meant that you’re the best this town has to offer and I really feel my boss would be able to relate well with you. After sitting with you in these brief moments, I know you two would mesh well together.” He explained, his gaze avoiding her at all costs as if his eyes would reveal a secret better hidden from the good doctor.

 

“A healthy pairing between doctor and patient is helpful.” She agreed. “And you seem to really care about your boss.”

 

“I do, he may work my ass to the bone but at the end of the day he’s just my friend not my boss.” Charlie smiled. Marlena paused for a moment taking it all in. Charlie obviously worried about his boss so how could she refuse. Her calling in life was helping others besides, the entire situation intrigued her greatly. For some reason she just had to meet this businessman and find out what he was all about.

 

“Alrighty, you’ve got yourself a psychiatrist.” She grinned, giggling when Charlie’s entire face lit up in pure joy.

 

“You will not regret this. I swear. Tomorrow at six thirty, the limo will pick you up near the out-patient entrance.” He said in a rush. “I have to go now but our paths will cross soon.”

 

“Let me show you out.” Marlena said, moving to get up.

 

“No, please stay seated. I can show myself to the door.” He turned to the door and left as easily as he had come. Marlena was left curious, baffled, excited and strangely happy.

The entire day Marlena watched the clock anxiously. For some reason she was looking forward to her secret appointment that evening. It was the mystery and intrigue that attracted her. It was a miracle she was able to keep her focus the entire day, then again she was the best at what she did and nothing could ever cause her to neglect her patients.

 

“Dr. Evans, are you leaving now?” Debra wondered from the doorway to Marlena’s office.

 

“Not yet, you go on and go home Debbie, you’ve been answering the phone all day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Marlena smiled from her plush, executive’s chair.

 

“Good night Dr. Evans, and don’t work too late.” Debra returned the smile as she left Marlena to her paperwork. Turning to the clock, Marlena noticed that it read 6:25. Time to head down to find her ride, she thought. Throwing a few much needed belongings into her briefcase, Marlena grabbed her purse and made her way down to the out-patient’s wing of University Hospital. The moment she stepped off the elevator she spotted Charlie leaning comfortably against the payphone near the double doors.

 

“Hello Charlie.” She smiled, approaching him.

 

“Hey Dr. Evans, how’s it going?” He replied, immediately straightening up upon her presence.

 

“I’m fine, and yourself?” She wondered.

 

“Well, I won’t be fine if I make you late for your appointment with my boss.” He teased, pushing the door open, motioning for her to exit. Parked right in front of the doors was a black stretch limousine. The driver was already at hand with the door opened. Looking to Charlie for confirmation, he nodded so Marlena slid in, Charlie following.

 

“So, am I allowed to know where we’re going?” She questioned, her nerves beginning to get the better of her.

 

“You’ll see when we get there.” He assured her. Looking to her, he noticed an uneasiness about her. “Don’t worry; this will be like all your other appointments only in a different locale.”

 

“Oh, I’m not worried, just anxious.” She insisted, her gaze transfixed out the window, her fingers drumming her briefcase nervously.

 

“I must say, the power suit is very classy.” Charlie complimented. Marlena turned to face him, a smile overpowering her lips as the consistent clack of her fingernails against the leather ceased.

 

“Thank you.” She acknowledged. “I suppose I am a tab bit nervous.”

 

“How about a give you a few pointers on how to handle my boss.” He offered.

 

“I am open to any and all suggestions.” Marlena urged, turning completely to hear just what he had to say.

 

“Ok, my boss hates to be called sir, so whatever you do, avoid that title altogether. He finds it offensive and demeaning, as if people view him as old. Also, he tends to become unflatteringly funny in times of immense stress and nervousness. Just go with it and try to laugh as best you can . . . take it from me, it’s not easy. His jokes are stale and not up to par.” He explained.

 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She giggled, finding it extremely easy to talk to Charlie. For some reason he seemed different from yesterday . . . good different, as if he were two different people.

 

“And another thing, my boss likes his brandy, but don’t worry, he isn’t an alcoholic. But being this is his first session with you, he might use the brandy as a comfort zone. Try not to let him get drunk. After his second or third, do your best to cut him off and distract him so he won’t need to go for the bottle.” Charlie warned.

 

“Well, we should have no problem with that, I don’t allow any alcohol during my sessions, for either myself or my patients. He’ll just have to get used to that.” Marlena smiled proudly.

 

“Oh.” Charlie sighed hesitantly.

 

“What . . . what was that ‘oh’ for?” She questioned tentatively.

 

“My boss doesn’t like it when those around them hold the power. He thrives on holding all the power.” Charlie recounted.

 

“Well, it seems to me like your boss is going to be in for a rude awakening.” Marlena smirked. “I have to hold a majority of the power with my patients otherwise they won’t get the help they need.”

 

“I’m sure all will be well in due time.” He said, attempting to convince himself more than anyone else. “Oh, and one last thing, if you ever get the feeling that he’s staring at you, trust me when I say he isn’t. It may look as if he is, but he’s really staring off into space thinking about a major deal he may have lost that day or a sports game he saw that ticked him off . . . you know, typical male stuff.”

 

“Well, you sure do know a lot about your boss.” Marlena admired. “You must be some friend to know him so well.”

 

“Yea, well I try my best.” Charlie smiled forcefully.

 

“Why is it you seem so . . . so different from yesterday?” Marlena wondered.

 

“Different? How so?” Charlie echoed, squirming slightly.

 

“I don’t know, you just seem more receptive and more open to conversation. With all due respect, I like you a lot more than I did yesterday. Today you aren’t acting all hasty and ill-mannered.” She explained.

 

“I apologize if I was rude and inconsiderate yesterday. I was sleep deprived and on edge about finding my boss the perfect psychiatrist.” He rationalized.

 

“Are you going to pick me up every evening like tonight?” She asked.

 

“Yes, my boss insists that I do. But I really don’t mind, I enjoy your company. You remind me of someone I once knew.” He smiled affectionately.

 

“Thank-you. I feel honored to have you accompany me.” She grinned. “If you are any indication of how your boss might be, then I should have no problem whatsoever.”

 

“Oh, well my boss and I come from very, very different worlds. But he’s still a good, honest man . . . when he wants to be.” Charlie murmured the last remark but Marlena caught it.

 

“When he wants to be?” She echoed curiously.

 

“Do you think you could promise me one thing?” Charlie asked, his voice lowering as he leaned closer to her.

 

“Sure.” She whispered, for he was so close to her by now.

 

“Will you do everything in your power to help my boss find the man he’s kept hidden for so long, the man I know he can be, the man he is destined to be?” Charlie said, a slight urgency and concern in his voice. Marlena sat silent for a moment, absorbing his request and noticing the desperation in his eyes.

 

“I’ll do my best.” She promised.

 

“That’s all I can ask.” Charlie smiled in appreciation.

At exactly five till seven, the limo pulled into a small airstrip illuminated by one solitary light next to a control tower. On the runway sat the nicest jet Marlena had ever seen, on the side in bold black letters was BASIC BLACK INC. Being that Marlena had moved to Salem only a few months ago, she was unfamiliar with such a corporation.

 

“We have to fly somewhere?” Marlena exclaimed in astonishment.

 

“Oh heavens no.” Charlie chuckled. “We figured we could use my boss’ private jet to conduct the sessions. This airstrip is private and well guarded so the possibility of anyone finding out is slim to none.”

 

“I was about to say forget it.” She laughed lightly.

 

“Being here is okay with you?” He asked seeking her approval.

 

“Quite so. It looks cozy.” She shrugged.

 

“It is.” He assured her. “Very expensive and very comfortable. Let’s hop aboard so you can finally meet my boss.” He helped her up the stairs and through a sleek black curtain that separated the restrooms from the sitting area. “Please, take a seat while I go to the cockpit and look for my boss.” She obeyed as Charlie exited through the opposing curtained doorway. Impressed with how lovely the plane was, Marlena stood and walked over to the wet bar which held various beverages, alcoholic and non as well as fresh fruit and other snacks. Just as her hand grazed an apple, she heard a very deep, very masculine voice behind her.

 

“Take what you’d like.” The voice offered. Marlena spun around and was met with the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall with dark hair and the most incredible blue eyes she had ever beheld. He was dressed to impress with a crisp black suit and a matching silk tie. He also wore a killer smile, one that melted Marlena’s heart in a split second.

 

The man was equally impressed with Marlena, his eyes doing a quick yet thorough once over of her. Blonde hair, God he was a sucker for blonds, blue eyes so intense he nearly got lost in them and the longest, sexiest pair of legs he had ever witnessed on a woman. The only problem he could find with her was her skirt, it was far too long. He wanted to see more of those legs.

 

“Oh . . . hello.” She stammered, quickly taking her hand away from the apple. “I’m Dr. Marlena Evans.”

 

“Ah, the doctor is in.” He teased with a twisted smirk, moving to her. His manly scent nearly knocked Marlena off her feet. She forgot how magnificent the opposite sex could be.

 

What? Marlena thought. Finally she remembered what Charlie had told her about his boss’ unusual sense of humor.

 

“Yes . . . well I suppose I am.” She giggled. She was surprised with herself. The joke was hardly funny yet she giggled as if he were the funniest man alive. What was her problem? She was acting like a silly school girl.

 

“You laughed.” He said in shock. “No one ever laughs at my jokes.” At that moment Charlie returned much to Marlena’s happiness for she did not know how to respond to his comment.

 

“I see you’ve two met.” Charlie smiled.

 

“Not quite.” Marlena replied, looking to the man and he instantly knew what she meant.

 

“I am sorry. Please forgive my callousness . . . My name is John, John Black.” He introduced himself, extending a hand. Instead of accepting it, Marlena stepped back and sighed a deep, irritating sigh.

 

“John Black?” She echoed. “This can’t be happening.”

 

“What’s wrong Dr. Evans?” Charlie asked, confused.

 

“Are you the John Black who is on the board at University Hospital?” She questioned, her anger rising by the second.

 

“So, you’ve heard of me.” John flashed his smile but it didn’t work this time.

 

“Yes, I’ve heard of you.” She sneered. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize it when I saw the name on the jet.” She cursed herself aloud.

 

“What’s got you so flustered?” John wondered.

 

“I am not flustered, I do not get flustered.” She snapped, causing both men to jump in surprise.

 

“Have we met before?” John asked cautiously.

 

“Not in person but I’ve heard of you Mr. Black.” She said his name with such disdain and disgust that it stung John slightly. “You tried to get me fired last month.”

 

“I did what?” He insisted, completely clueless.

 

“Of course you wouldn’t remember.” She laughed thickly. “You proposed a staff cut at the hospital that would have gotten me and a few of my colleagues fired. Had it not been for the wonderful Mrs. Alice Horton, I would have been out of a job.”

 

“I was only doing what I thought was best for the hospital.” He defended himself.

 

“How can you say that? If your proposal had succeeded the hospital would have lost so many invaluable doctors. Do you know how many patients my fellow psychiatrists and I manage? Hundreds. Your proposal would have cut our department in half, leaving the rest to balance their own patients as well as the ones we had to leave behind. Things would have gone downhill fast.” She explained heatedly.

 

“I understand your anger and now knowing what you just told me, I apologize for ever proposing such a thing.” He replied. “Had I known this previously . . . well all I can say is I’m sorry.”

 

“How can I trust that you mean it?” She challenged. Her tenacity almost made John chuckle. He liked a woman who wouldn’t back down. Most women he met would fall at his feet and agree to everything he said, not Marlena Evans. No, she could care less who he was or how much his bank account held. All she cared for was the truth and to hell with those who tried to hide it.

 

“I can see we aren’t getting off on the right foot here.” John smiled. “Do you think we can agree to let this slide in order to keep our doctor/patient relationship healthy and unbiased?”

 

“Who said I still want to be your doctor?” She sneered, placing her hands on her hips, displaying her calm, controlled attitude.

 

“Please, Dr. Evans.” Charlie began, attempting to right the situation. “Mr. Black really did believe he was doing right by proposing the staff cut. He was ignorant to the consequences he actions would cause.” John gave Charlie an angry look for using the word ignorant to describe him. He then noticed Marlena’s change in attitude and let it slide.

 

“Charlie, if I stay things are going to have to go my way. I need to be in control and judging by the looks of it, Mr. Black wants the same thing for himself.” She noted.

 

“Now wait a minute . . .” John began as Charlie cut him off.

 

“Deal.” Charlie proclaimed. “Mr. Black will surrender to you and allow you to control the situation at hand . . . right Mr. Black?” All eyes turned to John who was frowning by the mere thought of having to obey someone for a change. Realizing he was outnumbered her reluctantly agreed.

 

“Fine . . . but I refuse to be hypnotized or entranced in any way. A man does have his limitations.” John compromised.

 

“I have no interest in hypnotizing you Mr. Black. I feel as if all your problems stem from your current lifestyle and not your childhood.” Marlena explained with an air of superiority.

 

“Well aren’t you just perceptive and in tune with your skills.” John retorted, his initial attraction to the good doctor fading . . . slowly fading, but nonetheless fading.

 

“Shall we begin?” She suggested, setting her purse and briefcase down.

 

“I don’t know, you call the shots.” John smirked, taking a seat on his plush sofa. His remark caused Marlena to glare at him incessantly, her anger penetrating his skin, burning his insides up.

 

“Charlie, would you please excuse us? I do not allow outside influences to sit in on any of my sessions.” She ordered sweetly, offering him a warm smile.

 

“Sure thing Dr. Evans. I’ll go sit in the cockpit and read a bit. Call me if you need me.” With that, Charlie retreated to his book, leaving the two alone, the air thick with hostility.

 

“Charlie tells me you’re overworked.” Marlena began. The way in which she approached all sessions seemed more like a friendly conversation rather than a deep analysis of one’s chaotic life. Marlena removed her sleek black jacket revealing a silk shirt with spaghetti straps. She sat opposite John, crossing her legs and placing her pad and pen in her lap.

 

“Maybe I work more than I should.” He shrugged, his eyes traveling the length of her legs. Though he was angry with her for tearing him down, he could still appreciate her beauty. After all, he was a man.

 

“Does that imply you don’t see anything wrong with your work habits?” She continued.

 

“I am the owner of a very profitable and world renowned corporation. It is my duty to see that all is well with every aspect of my business. To ensure that the things are getting done properly and on time. If I fail to monitor my company thoroughly then it fails and I in turn fail. I am not a failure therefore I work hard to ensure my dignity.” He spoke confidently and smoothly. Marlena was touched by his confidence, it was very raw and very appealing. Before her mind could wander to other things, she collected her thoughts and wrote down a passing thought on her paper. “What are you writing?”

 

“Oh . . . I always keep notes when I am with a patient. So once the session is over, I have something to reflect upon.” She explained.

 

“Should I be worried?’ He wondered, trying not to let his insecurity shine through but it was useless. Marlena was a psychiatrist, she was taught to read people like a book.

 

“Are you insecure Mr. Black?” She asked, the corners of her mouth threatening to turn up in a grin. John saw her fighting back the grin and he would rather die then give her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.

 

“Call me John.” He changed the subject, hoping to make her anger show, but it didn’t. If anything, she was a step ahead of him. She knew he wanted her to blow and she was sorry to have to disappoint him.

 

“Since we’re on the subject of names . . . John . . . you can call me Marlena.” She replied.

 

“What about Doc?” He proposed, as she grimaced by the mere thought of the word.

 

“Marlena will be just fine.” She insisted. Now John knew the exact way to make her blood boil and her pulse skyrocket.

 

“No, I think Doc suits you just fine.” He grinned devilishly hoping to crack her. It was a good thing Marlena was easy to cope with hotheads such as John Black. She had many a patients who were just like him, ones who insisted upon making her explode, but she never gave them their wish. She had a lot of practice with her patience and understanding, so in the end, those difficult patients always came around and succumbed to her ways.

 

“To be honest, I could care less what you call me, just so long as you cooperate with me and my practices.” She rationalized, not replying as he had hoped.

 

“Then Doc it is.” He declared, rising to his feet.

 

“Where are you going?” She wondered.

 

“To get a drink. If I have to sit here for an hour, then I need something to unwind me.” He answered matter-of-factly.

 

“Sorry, no can do.” She proclaimed, standing up before him and placing a palm on his chest to stop him in his tracks. Her touch shot through him like a warm, tingling sensation. He looked down and her hand still touching him and then up into her baby blues.

 

“Your awfully strong there Doc.” He commented, running a finger up the length of her arm. Marlena pulled her arm back out of his reach partly because his touch irritated her and partly because it felt good . . . damn good.

 

“No alcohol.” She said, sticking to the problem at hand.

 

“Excuse me?” He said, his eyebrows lowering in a questioningly glare.

 

“I do not permit alcohol during sessions.” She explained.

 

“Oh come on Doc.” He sighed, acting as if his world had come crashing down around him. “Not even one?”

 

“I like my patients to stay alert and sober.” She insisted.

 

“Then what am I supposed to drink?” He wondered. Marlena spun around and fished through the mini-fridge and produced a small plastic bottle. She handed to him with a smile.

 

“Apple juice?” He cried, throwing his hands up in disgust.

“It’s either that or water.” She suggested, giving him a look that told him not to push it. John flopped back down on the sofa and happily opened the bottle.

 

“It’s a good thing I love apple juice.” He said before guzzling nearly half the bottle.

 

“Do you always have to win?” Marlena asked seriously.

 

“What?” He mumbled.

 

“Like just now, you saw that I had the upper hand, so you lied to come out looking victorious.” She noted.

 

“I did not lie . . .” He began as Marlena gave him a knowing look. “Okay, so I lied. Big deal. It’s only apple juice.”

 

“Precisely my point, it’s only apple juice yet you turned it into something catastrophic to suit your own ego.” She commented.

 

“Are you saying I have a deep rooted psychological issue in that I can’t lose . . . at anything?” He teased, throwing technical terms around as if he knew what he was saying.

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “Or maybe you’re just a smart ass with a big ego.” John’s eyes grew wide in surprise.

 

“Doc . . . should such words be escaping those sweet lips of yours and about one of your patients nonetheless.” He poked fun at her.

 

“There’s one thing you should know about me Mr. Bl . . .John . . . I tell it like it is, I never beat around the bush or lie about anything. I am straight forward about any and everything and you can take that to the bank.” She insisted.

 

“So you don’t lie about anything . . . nothing at all?” He questioned, with a mysterious smile.

 

“No, nothing. Never have, never will. I believe honesty is the only way to go.” She said, not realizing she was digging her own grave.

 

“Ok then Doc; tell me something, why does a good, honest, sweet doctor like you, find an overworked, rude, smart ass like me irresistible?” He grinned widely.

“John, can please not venture off topic. You’re wasting your hour on silly games.” Marlena warned, diverting his gaze at any and all costs.

 

“The topic is me right?” He began slyly. “And the question I just proposed was about me. Besides, who’s paying who here?” His last remark hit Marlena hard as she finally stared at him in horror. “Cat got your tongue?”

 

“Why do you insist on continuing with this ridiculous game?” She countered, still avoiding the question.

 

“Why do you insist on dodging the question?” He said with a sparkle in his eyes. “Does the good Doc have something to hide? Is it against practice to find a patient unbelievably and completely attractive?” Marlena laughed haughtily as she rose to her feet. His gaze was set right on her and it unnerved her tremendously.

 

“Don’t flatter yourself John.” She ribbed, as she thought about how right he was. For some reason she was attracted to him and she didn’t know why. He was rude, ill-mannered not to mention a wise cracker. Everything she saw unattractive in a man but not this man. This man could sling every insult imaginable her way and she’d still find him irresistible.

 

“Why are you walking away?” He challenged. “Are you afraid that if I look into those gorgeous blue eyes of yours, I’ll find the truth? A truth you’d rather die over then let me discover it?”

 

“Don’t pretend to know me John?” She warned, spinning around to face him. At that moment, Charlie crept to the curtain to listen in. He heard the arguing from the cockpit and knew he had to find out what was wrong. If he screwed this up, he would be finished. “Also, you can drop the whole psychiatrist bit, it’s not working.” Marlena continued. “You will never get me to admit to anything. Especially something as absurd as me finding you irresistible.”

 

“Absurd?” He echoed with mock hurt. “You mean to say I am not even remotely attractive . . . not even a little, teeny, tiny bit?” A smile escaped Marlena’s lips and she knew she was a goner.

 

“Fine . . . you’re not bad looking.” She replied.

 

Well what do you know, Charlie thought to himself, maybe things are looking up.

 

“Hey, I’ll take whatever I can get from you because as far as I can tell, it won’t be much.” He grinned happily.

 

“Yes, well I answered your question . . .” She said as he cut her off.

 

“No, actually you didn’t answer the question, but I’ll let it go . . . but not forever. You can guarantee the question will pop up sometime in the future.” He warned with a smile.

 

“Well, we’ll just see how good your memory really is then.” She teased. “Back to you and your overload of work . . . please.”

 

“A woman who begs . . . nice.” He joked, as he watched her take her seat once more.

 

And John opens his mouth and ruins it all, Charlie cursed to himself.

 

“Can I be frank with you for a moment John?” She declared, almost angry.

 

“Sure, Frank, or George . . . whoever you want to be.” He laughed but this only made her angrier.

 

Smooth John, real smooth, Charlie whispered.

 

“Please, can you just put all the jokes and wise cracks aside long enough for us to conduct a proper session?” She cried, her chest rising and falling steadily for her breathing had quickened from her anger. “I find your jokes and comments rather offensive. I am not like the women you are used to John. I won’t fall all over you because you flash a sexy grin or say something witty. That’s not me. I bet you’re used to women who want you for your money and your prestige over anything else. I don’t fall for a man because he’s rich or humorous or witty . . . I fall for a man who can be serious when the situation calls for it, a man who can take criticism without turning it into something big, a man who is secure enough within himself to recognize when a woman is in control and to be comfortable with that. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?”

 

“Yea, I think so. You’re saying that if I change my ways and learn how to be the man you just described, you’ll fall for me . . . in a heartbeat.” He smiled, knowing full well that wasn’t what she meant. God she was so easy to get all riled up.

 

Fed up with bickering and arguing, Marlena decided to just give him what he wanted even if it was misleading.

 

“You are absolutely right John.” She simply replied. This was not the answer he had anticipated or even hoped for. She was good, yes she was very good.

 

At least one of them is sensible enough to stop the bickering, Charlie applauded.

 

“Now Doc, can we please get back to the session? I don’t understand why you insist on changing the subject every five minutes.” He sighed.

 

“Me!” She hissed, as he gave her an obvious wink. Play it cool, Marlena. She thought to herself. “Do you have much help at work? I mean, are there others that you have to depend upon to share some of the workload?”

 

“No. If my company fails, I want it to be entirely my fault, no one else’s.” He said seriously.

 

“But I thought you just said your reputation meant everything to you.” She noted, slightly confused.

 

“Yes, it does but I don’t think its right to allow someone to take the fall for my mistakes. I don’t believe in using someone as a scapegoat like that. This way, if something does indeed go wrong, I know to look within myself for the answers.” He explained. Marlena was unsure of how to deal with this “new” John. For once since their initial meeting, he was actually being heartfelt and . . . well human.

 

Finally the real John has emerged, Charlie smiled happily. It took him long enough!

 

“Don’t you feel pressured, more so than you should be?” She questioned.

 

“That’s a part of my lifestyle Doc. I wanted to be the biggest and the best and with that comes a price tag.” He said matter-of-factly.

 

“And what’s your price?” She wondered.

 

“Nothing too high.” He began. “I sleep, eat and breathe work. I don’t have a wife or a family. I hardly have any friends. I go on random dates all the time but never settle down. I keep a high profile, which causing my life to be in the headlines all time.”

 

“And all of that is okay with you? You don’t mind not having a family to come home to, a wife and children?” She asked, all the while taking note of what he’d said.

 

“It wouldn’t be fair. Sure I would love to have someone to share my life with, someone to raise children with, but I would only end up hurting them in the end. I would never be able to devote myself entirely to them with my business. I know for a fact, I would only end up taking them for granted.” He sighed sadly, looking at her as she carefully kept up with what he said, writing all the high points down. “Looks like you finally got me.”

 

“Got you?” She echoed, looking up at him. “I don’t understand.”

 

“Yea, you got me to open up and bare a part of my soul. You must feel real proud.” He replied.

 

“I don’t see it that way.” She insisted. “My sole purpose here is to help you make sense of your life, so you can in turn help yourself. That’s all I care about. This isn’t some game of who can get the best of whom. If I gave you that impression then I am truly sorry.” John admired how forthcoming and open she was. It was a nice change of pace from the bullshit he had to put up with at work.

 

“Don’t be sorry. I am the one who turned this session into the circus it became, not you.” He assured her.

 

Are my ears deceiving me? Charlie nearly laughed. John Black actually admitted to being a colossal jerk. Maybe these two weren’t a lost cause after all.

 

Marlena gazed down at her watch and sighed.

 

“I’m sorry, but time’s up for tonight.” She remarked. “At least we got five good minutes in.” She grinned.

 

“I thought all joking was put aside?” John smiled in reply.

 

“Only when we’re on the clock.” She said.

 

“Other than that, it’s ever man for himself?” John asked hesitantly.

 

“Or every woman for herself.” Marlena corrected.

 

“We’ll see if you’re up to it the next go around.” He smirked.

 

“Don’t worry, I will be.” She announced, gathering up her belongings.

 

“I’ll call Charlie so he can take you home.” John said, snatching up the phone and buzzing the cockpit. Charlie waited a moment or two before entering, he didn’t want to be so obvious.

 

“Charlie really doesn’t have to take me home.” Marlena persisted.

 

“Yes he does, he’ll make sure you get home safe and sound.” John urged.

 

“Safe and sound?” She echoed nervously.

 

“Sorry if I alarmed you. I meant, in case any reporters might have caught wind of our secret sessions, that’s all.” John explained.

 

“Oh, I see.” She smiled appreciatively.

 

“Shall we go now Dr. Evans?” Charlie asked, taking her briefcase from her hands.

 

“Yes, thank you Charlie.” She replied.

 

“Good night Doc. Until tomorrow.” John grinned.

 

“Good night John.” She said before disappearing through the black curtain, Charlie in tow.

 

“And to think.” John thought aloud to himself. “I thought all shrinks were old, gray and nasty . . . Charlie my boy . . . job well done . . . well done indeed.”

For the first ten minutes or so of the drive to Marlena’s, it was quiet. Marlena sat recalling her session with John, while Charlie decided the best way to ask about their session without getting in trouble.

 

“So, did you and Mr. Black work through your differences?” He wondered casually.

 

“What? Oh, yes . . . I think so.” She answered, turning to face him.

 

“He isn’t all that bad is he?” Charlie said, trying to feel her out a bit.

 

“No . . . not ALL bad.” She smiled jokingly.

 

“He’s just lonely that’s all.” He remarked. “I think once he finds an intelligent, dynamic and open woman his priorities will fall into place. Who knows, maybe you could be the one to do it.”

 

“Charlie . . . are you not being honest about your intentions concerning my working as John’s psychiatrist?” Marlena questioned curiously.

 

“My intentions?” He echoed nervously. “Why . . . why do you say something like that?”

 

“Why are you always so nervous and jittery?” Marlena asked directly.

 

“I . . . I am?” He wondered.

 

“Yes you are. You also stutter as if you’re trying to hide something.” She pointed out.

 

“Sleep deprivation.” He rationalized.

 

“No . . . no I don’t think so. You seem quite alert and attentive to me.” She argued.

 

“Well . . . what do you know? Home sweet home. Have a nice night Dr. Evans.” Charlie exclaimed, as he opened the car door and helped her out.

 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Charlie. We can pick up right where we left off.” She warned.

 

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” He forced a smile. He watched as she walked into her apartment building and then slid back in the limousine.

 

“Way to go Charlie!” He reprimanded himself aloud. “Why did you think you could do this alone? Trying to play the hero . . . well it’s time to make a call and get yourself some assistance before you blow everything. Won’t that be a laugh? You boasted at how great you were at your job and then you go and nearly show your hand to the good doctor.” He pulled out his cell phone and punched the number 7 once. “It’s me . . . yes I know, I know . . . but sir, I tried . . . you’re right, I’ll quit making excuses and just do my job . . . I was calling to . . . of course you already know what I’m calling for. How stupid of me to . . . sorry sir, I won’t ramble any longer. When can I expect them? Thank you and I promise I won’t mess up again.” He shoved his phone back into his inner jacket pocket and let out a sigh of relief. “Well he was mad, but understanding. This time tomorrow, I should have all the help I need. Let’s just hope we can pull this off.”

 

. . : : . .

 

Much to Marlena’s surprise she was at the office nearly an hour earlier than she normally arrives. For some reason, her alarm clock went off an hour early and traffic was shockingly thin.

 

Just as she listened to her messages and grabbed a cup of coffee, there was a knock at her outer office door. Moving quick through her office and past Debra’s empty desk, she answered the door. On the other side stood a young woman, barely 20, small in stature, with short black hair, mysterious green eyes and obviously pregnant.

 

“May I help you?” Marlena smiled warmly.

 

“I hope so.” The woman smiled in reply. “I noticed you coming in here and hoped you would allow me to use your phone. I would use the payphone but it ate up my last bit of change.”

 

“Of course, come in please.” Marlena insisted, stepping back to allow her to enter. “You may use my secretary’s phone, she’s not in yet. Just dial 9 first.”

 

“Thank you so much.” The woman exclaimed, dialing a number in a hurry. “May I speak with Tom please? Hi Tom, it’s me . . . yes I’m at the hospital but you’re not . . . what do you mean you’re not coming?” Marlena moved to a filing cabinet to try and give the woman more privacy, but the farther away she got, the louder the woman spoke. “Tom, I’ve told you a million times, the baby is yours . . . no I’m not lying, why would I lie? Fine, don’t come, see if I care. I can get along without you. My baby doesn’t need a father like you anyway.” The woman slammed the phone down, tears spilling over her eyes. Unable to not help, Marlena snatched up a box of tissues and offered them to the woman.

 

“Are you alright?” Marlena asked with a gentle, soothing tone.

 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” The woman sobbed. “I guess you know more about me then you would care to know.”

 

“Do you want to talk about anything? I don’t mind offering a friendly ear.” Marlena offered. “I’m Dr. Marlena Evans, but you can call me Marlena if you’d like.”

 

“I’m Chelsea. It’s nice to meet you Dr. Evans and thanks for the offer.” She smiled weakly. “You don’t mind . . .”

 

“Of course not. I’m free right now and you look as if you could use a friend.” Marlena smiled warmly.

 

“A friend.” She echoed. “I don’t have many of those, not since I became pregnant.”

 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Marlena said sincerely.

 

“Tom, the guy I was just on the phone with, he’s the father but he doesn’t believe me. He thinks I cheated on him but he’s wrong. I would never do that.” Chelsea insisted.

 

“I believe you. From what I can tell you’re a very kind and honest person Chelsea.” Marlena complimented.

 

“Thank you Dr. Evans.” Chelsea blushed. Just then the baby kicked and Chelsea’s eyes grew wide in surprise as she clutched her stomach.

 

“Oh my, are you alright? Is the baby alright?” Marlena proclaimed in alarm.

 

“No . . . no, he just kicked, that’s all.” Chelsea smiled. Marlena’s eyes softened, as she smiled. “Would you like to feel? He’s quite a kicker.”

 

“You don’t mind?” Marlena asked.

 

“Of course not. It comes with the territory of being pregnant doesn’t it?” Chelsea laughed. She pulled Marlena’s hand to her stomach, directly over the spot her chose to kick. Instantly she felt a *thump* beneath her hand.

 

“Oh my!” Marlena giggled delightfully. “He might just turn out to be a soccer player some day.”

 

“Do you have children Dr. Evans?” Chelsea wondered.

 

“No . . . I’m not even married.” Marlena replied, her smile fading slowly.

 

“I’m sorry.” Chelsea exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to . . .”

 

“Chelsea, don’t be sorry. You didn’t say anything wrong.” Marlena assured her.

 

“You know, you’d be the most wonderful mother. Look how kind and gentle you’ve been with me, a total stranger.” Chelsea commented.

 

“Thank-you Chelsea . . . that was awfully kind of you.” Marlena blushed. “But first, I would have to find the perfect man.”

 

“You’re such a lovely woman, I am positive you’ll find the man for you soon.” Chelsea smiled.

 

“My, you seem wise beyond your years.” Marlena marveled.

 

“I get that a lot.” Chelsea smiled shyly. “Oh! I can’t believe I forgot!”

 

“Forgot what?” Marlena wondered.

 

“Well, I’ve been sitting in the chair outside your office nearly all morning and I was there when a messenger stopped by. You weren’t here and he really needed to get going. I offered to take the delivery for him because I really wasn’t going anywhere soon and I noticed your office hours weren’t too far off. I have the envelope here in my bag.” Chelsea fished through her bag and then produced a big white envelope. Dr. Marlena Evans was scripted on the front in bold, gold lettering.

 

“Why thank-you Chelsea.” Marlena said, opening the letter. It Read:

 

Doc,

 

I wanted to thank-you again for sticking with me and completing our session last night. I realize I acted like a cad and I was hoping to make it up to you tonight. If you are up to it, Charlie will arrive an hour early so you can join me for dinner . . . on my jet of course.

 

Hope to see at dinner, and if you decide to pass up the invitation, I understand. Trust me when I say this isn’t a come on, it is merely a thank-you for your patience and cooperation.

 

~John Black~

 

“Judging from the crazy grin on your face, I take it its good news.” Chelsea smiled eagerly. Her voice brought Marlena out of daze.

 

“I . . . uh . . . yes, I suppose its good news.” Marlena said, toning down her grin a bit.

 

“I have a doctor’s appointment to get to. Thanks for the chat Dr. Evans.” Chelsea announced.

 

“Anytime Chelsea, anytime. My door is always open to you if you need a friend.” Marlena offered.

 

“You really mean that?” Chelsea wondered.

 

“Absolutely. My work tends to keep me busy so you’re just as much a help to me as I may be to you.” Marlena rationalized.

 

“I hope our paths cross again soon.” Chelsea smiled brightly, as she stood to leave.

 

“As do I.” Marlena returned the smile. “Take care of yourself and that little bundle of joy you’ve got there.”

 

“Will do Dr. Evans.” Chelsea agreed firmly. With that she was out the door, leaving Marlena to her letter.

 

“What are you up to now John Black?” Marlena though aloud, a curious, yet happy gleam in her eyes.

 

. . : : . .

 

Once outside Marlena’s office, Chelsea fished out a cell phone and dialed 7.

 

“Mission accomplished . . . no, she isn’t at all curious. Trust me, she has no clue. All you need to know is she has the letter and you can be sure she’ll accept his offer. I’ll keep in touch . . . bye.”

John was seated behind his large oak desk sorting through various files to sign and send on their way. He was tired and over extended but duty still called. The buzzer on his phone sounded just as he finished signing the last file.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Mr. Black, there’s someone here to see you.”

 

“Who?’

 

“I’m not sure but he says it’s important. Shall I send him in?”

 

“Yes, thank you Jane.” John stood up to smooth out his tie and button his jacket. The door opened and in walked a tall, lanky Young man with wire rimmed glasses, wearing a red and white sweat suit.

 

“Hello Mr. Black, thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.” The man smiled warmly, extending his hand out. John took it and they shook hands firmly.

 

“Well, what can I do for you Mr. . .” John began.

 

“Just call me Chase.” He suggested. “The reason I wanted to meet with you is simple, I am thinking of launching my own fashion company in Salem, actually right up the street and I figured it to be respectful business to let you know before hand.”

 

“Well, I love a good healthy competition. Ever since Titan went bankrupt about a year ago, business got boring with no one to compete with. I am sure your company and mine will be able to co-exist without any major conflicts.” John assured him.

 

“I certainly respect you and your business Mr. Black. You’ve managed to come a long way in a short amount of time. I only hope my business will have a similar growth.” Chase complimented.

 

“If you ever need any helpful advice consider my door always open.” John offered.

 

“Just so long as the advice isn’t to your company’s detriment right?” Chase laughed.

 

“Hey, a man must have his limitations.” John insisted.

 

“Understandable.” Chase replied. “Before I forget, a letter of yours was accidentally delivered to my office. I was going to have my assistant run it down but I was dropping by anyways so . . .” Chase laid his briefcase on a chair, opened it up and produced a big white envelope. On the front it read John Black in bold, gold lettering.

 

“Thanks.” John studied the letter carefully before opening it up. It Read:

 

John,

 

I am sorry for giving you such a difficult time last night. After having slept on it, I now realize how innocent your actions were regarding the staff cut at University Hospital.

 

I would like to make it up to you in some way. Since you would like to keep your anonymity regarding your therapy sessions, would it be possible for you and I to meet at your jet an hour early to share supper together. Nothing intimate or personal, just supper among doctor and patient. Once we are through we can go straight into your next session.

 

If this works for you, I’ll meet you at your jet at 6. If not, then I’ll see you at 7.

 

~Dr. Marlena Evans~

 

“I hope it didn’t get to you too late?” Chase spoke, bringing John out of his daydream.

 

“No, not too late. In fact it’s perfect timing. Thanks Chase.” John assured him.

 

“Just happy I can help. I have to head back to the office. I snuck out early this morning to play a little tennis and I am sure everyone’s wondering where I am.” Chase laughed.

 

“Even the boss deserves a little leisurely time.” John laughed. “I’ll show you to the elevator.” They walked out into the lobby to the elevators.

 

“Maybe you and I can get together some time for drinks and discuss ways in which our respective businesses won’t compromise the others.” Chase suggested.

 

“Sounds good to me.” John agreed. “Just have your secretary call mine when you have a date in mind.”

 

“Talk to you soon Mr. Black.” Chase shook his hand once more.

 

“Good luck Chase . . . but not too much.” John grinned. Chase chuckled heartily as the elevator doors closed before him. He quickly snatched his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialed 7.

 

“Everything went great on my end . . . no, he’s oblivious, but not for long. Yes, I watched him open the letter and read it . . . I know how to do my job. I’ll stay in touch.”

 

. . : : . .

 

Once inside his office again, John buzzed Charlie into his office. Within moments Charlie was present, standing at attention.

 

“I need you to do me a favor Charlie. Call Tuscany and order their house special for two for tonight. I want the jet to be furnished with a table for two . . . and candles . . . and flowers . . . but not too much. I don’t want it to look overdone, just . . . just nice. Can you do that for me?” John ordered.

 

“Absolutely Mr. Black.” Charlie replied.

 

“And don’t order any wine or champagne . . . I want sparkling apple juice . . . yes sparkling apple juice served in wine glasses.” John grinned, nearly allowing a laugh. Charlie caught himself before he cracked a smile at his boss’ giddiness.

 

“Anything else Mr. Black?” Charlie wondered.

 

“Yes, send a nice bouquet of flowers over to Doc . . . I mean Dr. Evans. She sent me a very nice letter and I want to see to it that the gesture is reciprocated.” John explained.

 

“Consider it done.” Charlie assured him.

 

“I knew I could count on you Charlie.” John smiled happily.

 

. . : : . .

 

After making all of the necessary arrangements for the dinner, Charlie headed off to the park for a little business meeting of his own. In a far corner of the park stood a man a woman, the ones Charlie’s business concerned.

 

“We’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes.” The woman scolded.

 

“Sorry, but I had to take care of something for Mr. Black. He’s really getting into this dinner date tonight.” Charlie smiled.

 

“That’s what we need to talk about.” The man spoke grimly. “You were able to get them to meet for dinner, but what happens when they find out they’ve been duped?”

 

“Yea, they’re going to put two and two together Charlie.” The woman added.

 

“Chase, Chelsea, you two really are new to the game aren’t you?” Charlie chuckled. “If you insist on knowing, then I’ll share my little secret with you.” He motioned them closer, and they quietly obeyed. Looking around for any prying eyes, Charlie reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two small wing pins.

 

“This is your big secret?” Chelsea snorted.

 

“Will you let me explain.” Charlie hissed jokingly. “By wearing these pins, Mr. Black and Dr. Evans will only be able to think what I want them to think. And what is something I don’t want them to think?” He stared at the other two, hoping for a response but they only looked from one another back to Charlie, confused looks on their faces. “I swear, it’s a wonder you two managed to make it this far and deliver the letters without fail. The letters, I don’t want them thinking of the letters.”

 

“Oh, right.” Chelsea declared, finally understanding.

 

“That’s brilliant Charlie, bloody brilliant.” Chase complimented.

 

“It’s standard, you two should know that. Don’t you two ever read the rule book?” Charlie reprimanded.

 

“I skimmed it.” Chase said in his own defense.

 

“It was quite some time ago when I last read it.” Chelsea insisted.

 

“Well maybe a quick brush up wouldn’t hurt.” Charlie sighed. “Anyways, thanks for your help and I will probably be calling on you two soon so don’t go too far.”

 

“Oh, the boss sent us here for an extended stay. He figured you might need us more than once.” Chelsea informed him.

 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Charlie muttered to himself.

 

“He really does think you’re doing a great job.” Chase assured him. “He just knows how difficult these jobs can get. He only means well when he offers us to you longer than you had anticipated.”

 

“I know, it’s just sometimes it feels nice to have the boss’ complete and total faith.” Charlie smiled meekly.

 

“Oh Charlie but you do, we all do.” Chelsea proclaimed sweetly.

 

“Listen, we’d better keep our contact down to a minimum in case Dr. Evans or Mr. Black should find out and ruin everything.” Charlie suggested. “Just keep your cell phones on and your eyes and ears open at all times. Report to me about anything you deem suspicious.”

 

“Yes sir.” Chelsea giggled happily.

 

“What she said.” Chase laughed.

 

“You both are far too giddy to be of any help to me.” Charlie smiled, shaking his head slowly.

 

“Oh, but we’ve already helped you Charlie.” Chelsea pointed out.

 

“And quite expertly I must say.” Chase added.

 

“Keep your confidence in check.” Charlie warned turning to walk away. “Thanks again.”

 

“You’re welcome.” They both called after him.

It was nearly 5:30 and the limo had just pulled up in front of the hospital, Charlie inside. He hopped out and rushed in to see if Dr. Evans was ready to go, she was. She was already standing near the entrance, her lovely bouquet of flowers in hand.

 

“Someone has a secret admirer.” Charlie teased, as he greeted Marlena.

 

“Hello Charlie.” Marlena beamed, blushing at his comment. “Aren’t they lovely? John sent them to me this afternoon.”

 

“He did?” Charlie pretended to act surprised.

 

“As if you didn’t know.” Marlena giggled. “I suspect you were the one who ordered them, you are his assistant aren’t you?”

 

“You got me Dr. Evans.” Charlie joked. “Are you ready to go?”

 

“Sure am.” She replied. They walked out to the limo and climbed in.

 

“Would you like some mineral water or soda?” Charlie offered, as he opened up a bottle of water for himself.

 

“No thanks.” She insisted. As the limo hit a bump, Charlie’s water titled over, spilling somewhat on the white jacket to Marlena’s power suit.

 

“Oh, I am so sorry.” Charlie cried, quickly grabbing a towel to soak it up.

 

“It’s only water.” Marlena said. “It won’t stain and it’s only a little bit. It should dry soon.”

 

“Maybe you should take it off until we get there that way it can dry better.” Charlie suggested hopefully.

 

“I don’t know . . .” Marlena began.

 

“Here, I can put it next to the open window and it will dry much faster.” Charlie urged.

 

“Ok.” She agreed. She unbuttoned the jacket and slipped it off. Rolling down his window, Charlie spread the jacket out on the seat next to him. He slyly reached into his pocket and pulled out the pin. Using his body as a shield, he was able to stick the pin onto the hem of the jacket without Marlena noticing.

 

“So, how was work?” Charlie asked casually.

 

“Slow.” Marlena admitted. “I am happy it’s finally supper time.” Charlie recognized the glow in her eyes and smiled in pure satisfaction.

 

. . : : . .

 

Just before six o’clock hit, the limo pulled up next to the jet and Marlena and Charlie hopped out. The ascended the stairs and Marlena was pleasantly surprised when they entered the main sitting area. A table for two was placed nicely in the center, a beautiful lace tablecloth atop it. Two pink, strawberry scented candles sat in the middle of the table, gorgeous china and silverware around it. There were lovely, vibrant flowers placed strategically about, and then Marlena caught sight of John. He stood, leaning against the doorway opposite her, looking incredibly handsome. His tie he had donned earlier was now no more, and the top 3 buttons of his shirt lay open, allowing Marlena a peek of what was hidden underneath. She instantly wanted a closer look but didn’t dare move for her legs felt like Jell-O.

 

John was thrilled to see that she had come, and with a shorter skirt this time. He didn’t realize it until now, but he had daydreamed of those silky legs of hers all night and all day long.

 

Before either of them could speak, Charlie interjected.

 

“Dr. Evans, allow me to help you put your jacket back on. It can get quite chilly in here.” He offered. Without taking her eyes from John’s, Marlena extended her arms and Charlie slipped the jacket on to her. “I’ll retire to the cockpit and leave you two to your dinner.” Neither of them acknowledged Charlie’s exit for they were still too consumed in the other.

 

Pulling back the curtain to the cockpit, Charlie was met with two bodies, with pilot’s caps on, sitting before the controls.

 

“Mr. Black has no intention of flying anywhere tonight fellas.” He declared. The one head turned around and Charlie frowned knowingly.

 

“Who are you calling fella?” Chelsea grinned.

 

“You can turn around; I know it’s you under the other hat Chase.” Charlie sighed. Chase spun around, a wild grin on his face.

 

“Hi’ya Charlie.” Chase greeted.

 

“How did you two get in here?” Charlie hissed.

 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Chelsea teased.

 

“Yes, that’s why I asked.” Charlie urged.

 

“Hey, you told us to read the rule book and we did.” Chase explained. “Do you realize how much we’ve been missing out on by not having read that thing sooner!?”

 

“I know. We’ve been practicing all afternoon after you left us in the park.” Chelsea added proudly.

 

“Good for you two.” Charlie sighed.

 

“So, did you get them pinned?” Chase wondered, a smile escaping his lips as he realized the double meaning behind his remark.

 

“Yes. I put the pin on the inside of Mr. Black’s pants last night and in the limo over here I was able to stick the pin at the hem of Dr. Evans’ jacket.” Charlie explained.

 

“Let’s hope they both stay fully clothed.” Chelsea teased.

 

“You think . . . you think they might actually go that far tonight?” Charlie questioned in surprise. “I mean, they only met yesterday.”

 

“I’ve been around a long time and seen a lot . . . I wouldn’t put it past them. Besides, Mr. Black is sexy.” Chelsea smiled dreamily.

 

“And that Dr. Evans is a looker herself.” Chase added with a whistle. Charlie stared at them, appalled.

 

“Rule # 2: Do not fall in love with your assignments.” Charlie exclaimed angrily.

 

“Relax Charlie, we only said they were good looking, we never said we wanted to marry them.” Chase declared.

 

“Physical attraction can lead to many a things Chase. Promise me you’ll keep your eye on the ball and not on the assignments.” Charlie persisted.

 

“Look at you using baseball lingo.” Chase smiled. “You’ve been here far too long.”

 

“For once you can you two just drop the jokes and get serious. We are supposed to be mature, dignified workers here. Our job does not allow room for childish antics.” Charlie cried. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner date to spy on.”

 

. . : : . .

 

“I think it was smart of Charlie to suggest we have dinner before our session.” John said, handing Marlena a glass of sparkling apple juice.

 

“Very thoughtful. It beats cafeteria food at the hospital.” Marlena laughed, taking a sip of her drink. She swallowed, nearly choking from her laughter. “Apple juice?!”

 

“I take my doctor’s orders very seriously.” John grinned widely.

 

“I must say I am surprised. I thought you’d try to smooth talk me into drinking some wine or champagne.” Marlena giggled.

 

“And go against your rules . . . never.” John insisted, pulling her chair out for her to sit.

 

“Thank you.” She said, placing her napkin in her lap.

 

“I hope you like lemon grilled chicken and steamed vegetables.” John said, removing the covers from their plates.

 

“My, it looks delicious. I wasn’t able to grab lunch today, so anything would look good right about now.” Marlena replied.

 

“Bon apetite.” John exclaimed.

 

The duration of the dinner went by beautifully in Charlie’s eyes. They conversation was pleasant yet playful and they seemed to be growing closer by the second.

 

“And that’s how I came to live in Salem. Not at all exciting, but it’s my story.” Marlena finished.

 

“Any story involving you is a story worth telling over and over again.” John admired. Marlena blushed instantly, lowering her head to hide her smile. “I hate when you do that.”

 

“Do what?” She asked innocently.

 

“Hide that gorgeous smile from me. You’ve got a killer smile. One that can bespell any man to grant your every wish without a moments thought.” He complimented sincerely.

 

“Thank-you.” She blushed and again, lowered her face.

 

“No, no, no.” John scolded softly, reaching over and lifting her chin up to look at him. “You’re doing it again.”

 

“Old habits die hard.” She said nearly breathlessly. His touch sent her mind reeling in so many directions that it was a wonder she managed to speak at all.

 

Not wanting this moment to fizzle out, Charlie snapped his fingers lightly from behind the curtain and instantly the silence was replaced with a soft, slow melody.

 

“Where . . . where did that come from?” Marlena asked, bewildered.

 

“Maybe Charlie accidentally hit the button. I say we use this little miracle to our advantage.” John suggested, standing before her, tall and strong. “Dance with me?” Unable to speak, Marlena simply slipped her delicate hand into his outstretched hand and he helped her to her feet. She felt right in his arms, as if she belonged there. As if her body was created perfectly to fit into the warm, strong crevices of his arms and chest.

 

John wrapped his arms around her tighter, not wanting any air between them. She lifted her head from his shoulder and stared longingly up at him.

 

“Doc . . . would you be offended if I kissed you right here, right now?” He whispered, gently running a finger along her jaw line.

 

“I’d only be offended if you didn’t” She replied softly. Needing no more incentive, John’s lips encased hers, eliciting a pleasurable moan from deep within her. Needing more, his tongue gently parted her all too willing lips, leading way to a warm, sweet, sultry sensation. Just as quickly as the kiss had begun, it ended. The kiss was so intense and electrified, it used up every bit of breath they had in them. They broke free, gasping slightly. Marlena’s arms hung helplessly at her sides, as she fought regain her senses. God, what this man did to her had to be criminal.

 

“I . . . My it’s hot in here.” Marlena breathed heavily. She removed her jacket slowly, much to Charlie’s chagrin. From behind the curtain, Chelsea was pounding on Charlie’s back in frustration.

 

“She can’t!” Chelsea whispered.

 

“I know that!” Charlie hissed. “Now stop beating on me and help me think . . . both of you.”

 

The moment her jacket left her body, Marlena’s eyes closed tight as she swayed dizzily.

 

“Are you all right?” John asked in alarm, guiding her to the sofa.

 

“I think so. Just a little light headed.” She answered.

 

“Don’t tell me, my kiss did that to you.” John grinned. Marlena couldn’t help but giggle.

 

“I never did thank you for that letter you sent me.” She smiled.

 

“Too late!” Charlie sighed with a whimper. “We’re done for, finished, finito!”

 

“Oh will you just shut up and think.” Chase sighed.

 

“Letter? What letter?” John wondered, a confused look on his face.

 

“You know, the one inviting me to supper.” She continued.

 

“The air conditioner!” Chelsea exclaimed softly. “Turn up the air conditioner.”

 

“You’re a genius.” Charlie cried, kissing her cheek, before reaching over to the thermostat and turning it all the way to cold.

 

“I know.” Chelsea smiled.

 

“I never sent you any letter.” John laughed. “Are you sure you’re not ill?”

 

“You’re cute when you tease me.” She replied. “But seriously, thank you. I have to say I was very happy to receive the letter.”

 

“I am happy this letter made you so happy and I only regret I wasn’t the one to send it to you.” John chuckled. “Sounds like someone did a helluva job writing it the way you go on about it.”

 

“But you did send it to me.” She insisted, her voice rising in anger.

 

“Doc . . . calm down. Why would I lie about something like this?” He defended himself.

 

“I don’t know, maybe you just love to string women along and mess with their heads. Well this is one woman you won’t be messing with.” She cried. “God, what is wrong with me, now I’m freezing.” She shoved her arms back into her jacket and nearly fell over once more. Luckily John caught her.

 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” John asked, his eyes glossed over with concern.

 

“I’m fine.” She smiled, biting her lower lip, as he held her close. “Ready for round two?” She moved her mouth to his but he pulled away.

 

“Now you want to kiss me?” He proclaimed. “Two seconds ago I was a womanizer and now you want to make out with me.”

 

“Womanizer?” She laughed. “Who said anything about that?”

 

“You did!” He exclaimed matter-of-factly.

 

“Oh boy!” Charlie mumbled, rubbing his temples generously. “We screwed up this time.”

 

“You screwed up not us.” Chase chuckled.

 

“Why would I say something like that?” Marlena wondered with a smile.

 

“I have no idea. You started going on and on about some letter and before I knew it you were jumping down my throat.” John explained innocently. Marlena snaked her arms around his neck, rubbing the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to tremble with desire.

 

“Can we just push it all aside and agree to disagree long enough to do this?” She whispered seductively as her mouth moved to his ear, muttering something inaudible but obviously very naughty judging by the way John nearly fell over in pleasure. John moved stealthily, popping the buttons of her jacket open, quickly massaging the overflow of her breasts with his mouth. She kept a firm hold on the back of his head, not allowing him to stop as she groaned happily. She put her free hand to work, hurriedly getting him out of his jacket and shirt.

 

The trio behind the curtain looked away at this point, feeling guilty of partaking in such an intimate moment.

 

“Maybe all is not lost.” Charlie said with a smirk.

 

Needing to taste more of her sweet skin, John slowly slipped her jacket off of her, and yet again, Marlena lost touch with reality for a moment and nearly slipped from his grasp.

 

“You’re not ok.” He urged, helping her over to the sofa. Focusing her eyes, Marlena noticed he was shirtless, and she was half way there herself, her chest and neck reddened from his kisses.

 

“What the hell happened?” She cried, crossing her hands over her body. She was wearing a shirt, but it was stretched out due to John’s animalistic urges moments ago.

 

“You nearly fainted again.” He replied.

 

“No, I mean, before that.” She corrected herself.

 

“Oh . . .” He smiled, his eyebrows raised.

 

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She hissed angrily.

 

“If I remember correctly you were the one who whispered this to me.” He leaned over and repeated verbatim exactly what she had told him moments ago. Her eyes grew wide in horror and disbelief.

 

“I never . . .” She gasped.

 

“You most certainly did.” He grinned.

 

“Why would I say something like that to you, someone who can’t even remember writing a letter earlier today?” She fumed.

 

“We’re back to that again?” He sighed, throwing his arms up in disgust.

 

“Here we go again.” Chelsea muttered.

 

“This does not look good Charlie.” Chase added.

 

“Thanks for pointing that out Chase. I hadn’t noticed.” Charlie replied, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

 

“Back to that?” Marlena echoed in surprise. “We never even finished it if I recall.”

 

“If I recall, you agreed to forget about this so called letter.” John reminded.

 

“Are you calling me a liar?” She seethed.

 

“Well if the shoe fits.” John insisted. “You know, I just think you’re one big tease.”

 

“How dare you!” She cried, slapping him clear across the face. “I do not need to put up with this. I am out of here and you can forget about having me as your therapist Mr. Black.”

 

“Boo-hoo, you’re breaking my heart!” John retorted, his cheek still stinging from her slap.

 

At that moment, Charlie thought it best to intervene.

 

“I heard yelling.” Charlie announced upon his arrival.

 

“Thank God you’re here Charlie, would you please take me home.” Marlena insisted.

 

“But the session, you didn’t even get to the session.” Charlie noted.

 

“Charlie forget about the session and take Dr. Evans home . . . now.” John boomed. Marlena looked at John, still angry as all hell but sorry for having slapped him and even sorrier for leaving like this.

 

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you get your money for yesterday night.” John said, thinking that’s why she was staring at him.

 

“I don’t want your damn money.” She sighed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran out, not wanting him to see her cry but he did. As Charlie rushed after her, John flopped back down on the sofa, his heart heavy and his mind overwrought with every emotion imaginable.

 

“Way to go Black, way to go.” He cursed himself sadly.

The tears were never ending as Marlena slid quickly into the limo, Charlie right behind. Charlie couldn’t help but feel to blame. How could he make a mess of things like this?

 

“Dr. Evans . . .” He spoke softly, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and offering it to her. She looked up, her cheeks tear stained, her eyes moist and red.

 

“Thank you.” She muttered sadly, accepting the thoughtful gesture.

 

“It really is none of my business but . . . are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie asked delicately.

 

“I’ll be fine . . . I’ll be fine.” She muttered slowly.

 

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” He wondered with a sympathetic half smile. Marlena froze for a moment, processing his comment. Who was she trying to convince? She herself was still trying to understand completely what had gone wrong back there with John. One minute she was in heaven, pure bliss and the next she was filled with anger, so much so that she slapped John. Oh dear God, she thought in a panic. She really had struck him. How could she?

 

“I . . . I hit him.” She whispered in horror. “I slapped him right across the face.”

 

Though Charlie knew all of this, the pain and anguish Marlena expressed made him feel as if he were hearing the news for the first time.

 

“I’m sorry the situation got so out of control that you felt you had to do something like that.” Charlie insisted, not stopping for a moment to think. “If I would have known things were going to end up like this I never would have even entertained the thought.” Instantly, Marlena’s eyes dried up, as she looked to Charlie, curiosity and confusion written all over her face.

 

“Charlie what are you talking about? Do you know something I don’t?” She questioned intently. Charlie let out a frustrated and heavy sigh, as he realized he had spoken too candidly . . . and in front of his assignment nonetheless.

 

“I . . . uh Dr. Evans, just . . . just forget I ever opened my big mouth. You don’t need me rambling on about petty little things while you are so torn up about what happened.” He stammered hopelessly.

 

“Charlie you have to tell me what you meant. Why do you feel like you need to apologize for what happened between John and I?” She urged.

 

“It was just talk.” He lied. “I don’t even know what I meant, honest.”

 

“No, I think you do know what you meant, and I want to know why you’re lying about it to me.” She persisted.

 

“Dr. Evans . . . don’t . . . just don’t, please.” He pleaded, his eyes begging her incessantly.

 

“Why are you so afraid?” She wondered gently. “Why can’t you tell me Charlie?”

Oh God, what to do, what to do, Charlie thought in a rush. Quick, quick, think of something. Rule # 17: Abide by the laws of the land when they pertain to you. No, that doesn’t help me now. Rule #25: Showing off to a native only hinders one from doing their job. What good is that? Rule #7: Any action that causes bodily harm to another is prohibited. No good. Rule #3: Under no circumstances should one lie. Now, why did I have to go and remember that one?

 

“Charlie? Charlie, are you going to talk to me?” Marlena exclaimed, her voice rising. Feeling as if all control were lost, Charlie did the only thing he could think of in order to give him time to think.

 

With a flick of his wrist, Marlena was frozen in time, only to be revived once Charlie repeated the motion. The second Marlena froze, Charlie’s cell phone rang.

 

“Oh you really did it this time Charlie old boy.” He muttered in fright as he reached for his phone. “Hello . . . yes, I realize . . . I know that . . . I never should have . . . of course I want my assignments to achieve their ultimate goal but . . . you’re right, there is no excuse and I am sorry . . . You want me to what . . . but Sir . . . she’s a native, I can’t tell her . . . you’re absolutely right Sir . . . I understand . . . yes, I can handle it . . . They’re doing swell, they really did a wonderful job, you should be proud . . . thank-you, I’ll stay in touch.” Hanging up his phone, Charlie looked as if he were about to cry like a baby. “Here goes nothing.”

 

Another flick of his wrist and Marlena was back to herself.

 

“Charlie, are you going to tell me or not?” She said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

 

“Dr. Evans, I will tell you, but you have to promise to keep an open mind and an open heart.” He warned.

 

“Oh will you just get on with it.” She sighed. Charlie looked at her with helpless eyes and she caved. “All right, I promise Charlie, I really do.”

 

“Do you remember the other day when you said I seemed different to you?” He began.

 

“Sure, you were very kind and considerate.” She smiled thankfully. “But what does that have to do with tonight?”

 

“Everything.” He replied. “The reason I was so . . . brash when you first met me was because I had to be, in order for you to agree to meet with Mr. Black. My boss said that if I wasn’t impatient and hasty, you wouldn’t have been as open to the idea.”

 

“John told you to act like that?” She said in confusion.

 

“No, not Mr. Black.” He insisted, reluctant to carry on with the rest of the truth. He could sense his boss’ presence so he forced himself to continue. “True Mr. Black is my boss here, but . . . I answer to another boss . . . up there.” He finished, slowly extending his index finger skyward.

 

“Charlie honey, have you experienced any emotional trauma or instability lately?” Marlena wondered delicately, going into shrink mode. Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle.

 

“I figured you would say something like that, which is why I have this to prove it to you.” He said, reaching for her jacket that lay at her feet. He scanned the hem with his fingertips, stopping when he felt the cool brass of the pin. He removed it and placed it in her palm.

 

“How did that get there? That isn’t mine. I never put that there.” She rambled.

 

“I put it there, earlier when I purposefully spilt the water on your jacket.” He replied sheepishly.

 

“You? But what is it?” She asked in bewilderment.

 

“It’s hard to say really. I guess it could be classified as a mind control device.” He answered.

 

“A what?” She choked out with a laugh.

 

“Do you recall when it was you became dizzy throughout the evening?” He countered.

 

“No, not really . . . wait . . . how did you know I felt dizzy?” She sat in shock.

 

“When you first removed your jacket, you got dizzy and that was because the pin was away from your body. When you put the jacket back on, you grew dizzy yet again and then once more when you took it off for the second and final time.” He explained. “The pin only works when it is in contact with a native’s body.”

 

“A native? Oh,” She giggled. “You mean a human being.”

 

“I can tell you’re not trusting in what I say.” He sighed.

 

“Do you blame me?” She proclaimed.

 

“How is Chelsea?” He asked knowingly.

 

“She’s fine, at least she was when she left my office this . . .” Marlena stopped short, her eyes growing wide in horror. “You . . . she . . .” Charlie nodded his head, a weak smile on his face. “That poor pregnant girl was sent by you?”

 

“Chelsea isn’t pregnant.” He laughed, yet stopped immediately when he noticed her stern look. “We figured it would help if she appeared to be.”

 

“I can’t believe this.” Marlena mumbled, rubbing her eyes, praying it was all a dream. “I am in some alternate universe, a twilight zone.”

 

“I can assure you you’re not.” Charlie smiled.

 

“Oh my God.” She mumbled slowly.

 

“My God too.” He joked with a smile. His smile quickly faded as Marlena stared at him with a deadpan look. “No more bad jokes, I promise.”

 

“If everything you said was true, then that means everything that took place in that jet tonight was completely and utterly your fault.” She fumed angrily.

 

“Well . . . sort of, but . . .” He muttered hopelessly.

 

“But nothing.” She declared. “If you really are what you say you are, then I feel sorry for you. How can someone like yourself stoop so low as to play with two peoples’ lives? You made a fool out of me. I have never been more ashamed or humiliated in all my life. I don’t ever want to see you again Charlie. I probably shouldn’t even be talking like this to someone like yourself but I can’t change how I feel. I regret ever having met you Charlie.”

 

“Dr. Evans I . . .” He began, his heart filled with sorry and regret.

 

“Save it Charlie, cause I really don’t want to hear it.” She sighed, shaking her head in exhaustion. The limo slowed to a stop and the driver came around and opened Marlena’s door.

 

“We’re here Dr. Evans.” The driver announced. Marlena slid to the open door and then paused.

 

“If you truly want to help me Charlie, then just leave me alone . . . for good.” With that, she left.

 

“No matter if you meant that with every cell in your body, I can’t Dr. Evans, I can’t leave you alone, not until my job here is done.” He proclaimed aloud to himself.

Marlena barely slept a wink last night for her mind was working overtime trying to sort through last night’s awful events. In an odd and confusing way, everything that Charlie told her on the ride home made sense . . . at least it all fit together nicely. But she prided herself on being a practical woman so how could she even entertain the thought of believing Charlie’s tall tale? Then again, she wasn’t very practical when she was with John on that jet. Never before had she given herself so freely like that to a man she hardly knew . . . but it seemed right to her because to her, John didn’t feel like a stranger or even a new acquaintance, to her he was so much more, someone she could swear she’s known for all of time.

 

A terrifying yet rational thought struck Marlena as she replayed her conversation with Charlie over in her head. If that pin really did control her mind, then whose to say it didn’t control her actions regarding John? Maybe the pin altered her state of mind and made her do things she otherwise never would have even thought about much less gone through with. But then another thought crept through, a thought she wasn’t ready for: she did want to be with John like that, mind control device or no mind control device. Why else would she have accepted the dinner date and counted down the hours until six o’clock like a teenage girl with a crush?

 

Before Marlena could decide what to do next, she had to see John. She had to fill him in on Charlie and all of his machinations. He had to know the truth, it was only fair.

 

. . : : . .

 

Canceling all of her appointments for the day, Marlena hurried over to Basic Black to find John. Stopping at the 7th floor, Marlena exited the elevator and approached the secretary.

 

“I’m looking for John Black.” She announced.

 

“Hold on, let me see if he’s in a meeting.” The secretary replied. As Marlena stood back and waited patiently, she noticed Charlie near the door to the stairwell and he noticed her.

 

“Mr. Black will be through with his meeting very soon if you’d like to wait.” The secretary spoke up.

 

“No, that’s okay Jean.” Charlie interjected before Marlena could reply. “I can take care of everything. Dr. Evans, can I speak with you in private?”

 

“No, I don’t think so.” She insisted. “You did enough talking last night.”

 

“Please?” He urged trying not to be forceful.

 

“And if I don’t?” She wondered. “Are you going to freeze time and steal me away somewhere so you can force me to talk?”

 

“I thought about it.” He smiled.

 

“Oh really . . . you expect me to believe you can actually . . . can you?” She asked curiously, forgetting for a moment why she was there.

 

“Just follow me please.” He said, walking toward an office door. “I don’t think you want to make you-know-who angry.” He said in a playful voice, his eyes looking upward.

 

“Honestly.” Marlena sighed, fighting the urge to fall for his schemes again but it was no use. Once again he was all too convincing. Against her better judgment, she followed him into the office and he shut the door behind them.

 

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

 

“I think John deserves to know who you really are Charlie, if I even know for sure myself.” She sneered.

 

“I told you the God’s honest truth last night.” He insisted, trying hard not to smile at yet another one of his inappropriate puns. “What more proof do you need?”

 

“I don’t know, maybe to see your wings.” She joked sarcastically.

 

“I wish I could but operatives such as myself, who venture down here don’t get wings.” He explained.

 

“Operatives?” She echoed.

 

“Too many spy movies.” He grinned. “We call ourselves everything but . . . well you know.”

 

“Okay, let’s say I believe you for 5 minutes, why can’t I tell John? Why is it you told me and not him?” She questioned.

 

“You were too smart for your own good.” He sighed. “I thought I could sweet talk my way around the subject last night but you were so sad and I just felt so guilty because it really was all my fault. The moment I opened my big trap I was in trouble. The boss . . . upstairs called me and ordered me to fill you in. He knew it was the only way we could continue on with our assignment.”

 

“You got a phone call? When? I was there the entire time and your phone did not ring.” She exclaimed matter-of-factly. Charlie let out a deep sigh as he offered up a meek smile.

 

“You were there all right, but at one point you were . . . well you were frozen in time.” He admitted. Marlena couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at this. All he could do was remain speechless, a serious look on his face.

 

“You’re serious.” She proclaimed, a hint of fear in her voice.

 

“Afraid so. But you were only frozen 1 minute tops.” He rationalized.

 

“Oh, well in that case.” She cried sarcastically, rubbing her forehead exhaustedly. “You mentioned something about an assignment . . . what did you mean by that?”

 

“Rule #4: In no way are the assignments to know about the assignment.” He declared.

 

“I’m you’re assignment?” She reiterated.

 

“I really need to learn how to stop while I’m ahead.” Charlie sighed, hitting his forehead angrily.

 

“Why on earth would I be your assignment? Am I in danger? Do I need your protection? And what does John Black have to do with all of this?” She fired her questions rapidly.

 

“What assignment am I involved in?” A voice boomed from behind. They spun around and found John standing in the doorway, a confused and slightly angry look on his face.

Never before had Marlena been happier to see someone then she was seeing John at this very moment. For a moment she completely forgot all about Charlie and lost her train of thought as she stared at this man she had grown to care for. He looked even more handsome than last night, if that was at all possible.

 

John was rather surprised . . . pleasantly, to see Marlena. He thought that after his rude and out of line behavior last night, he never would have laid eyes on her again, yet here she was, looking simply stunning.

 

“I said, what assignment am I involved in?” John reiterated, slightly annoyed.

 

“John there’s something I think you need to know.” Marlena began; before she could even get another word out, Charlie flicked his wrist, causing John to freeze mid-step. Marlena yelped in fright.

 

“What . . . what did you do to him?” She cried, rushing over to John to see if he was all right, as Charlie quickly shut the door and closed the shades. “Did you hurt him?”

 

“He’s fine, he’s only frozen.” Charlie assured her.

 

“This . . . this is what you did to me last night?” She wondered, her voice quivering in fear. For once she finally believed that Charlie wasn’t completely lying, but for all she knew he could be bad not good as he had said. “But why him? I was the one who was about to say something, not John. Why didn’t you freeze me?”

 

“First of all, Mr. Black doesn’t know who I really am and it has to stay like that. Secondly, once a native knows the truth about an operative, the operative’s powers become useless on them. This protects the natives from having any strange and potentially harmful side affects. Besides, I had to do something; you were going to spill the beans.” Charlie explained.

 

“Of course I was!” She exclaimed indignantly. “You think I am going to keep this to myself?”

 

“Dr. Evans, please, just listen to me for a moment.” He pleaded. “My boss sent me here to complete my assignment, a very important and special assignment. I was told to tell you because you were aware that there was something fishy going on and because my boss thinks you’re reliable and trustworthy. He wouldn’t have given me the go ahead if he didn’t think you were capable and pure of heart. Only someone who truly has faith and trust can be entrusted with such a secret.”

 

“Are you saying John isn’t trustworthy?” She countered.

 

“No, that’s not what I am saying. No one is supposed to know, no native whatsoever. But, if things get out of control and the truth HAS to come out, only those who are pure can know. Right now, Mr. Black has no idea therefore there is no need for him to know.” He insisted. Marlena’s eyes softened as if she were considering Charlie’s plea. “Please, Dr. Evans, I was sent to complete my assignment and I fully intend on doing so. But I can’t if you tell anyone, especially Mr. Black.”

 

“I want to know what you’re assignment is and what it has to do with John and me.” She urged.

 

“I’m sorry, I wish I could tell you but I can’t. If anyone and I mean anyone finds out the true nature of the assignment, it’s considered a failure and it can never be completed. Can you trust me when I say, it’s for your own good as well as Mr. Black’s to NOT know the truth?” He replied.

 

“How can I be sure your assignment is going to help me?” She wondered cautiously.

 

“Dr. Evans . . . do you honestly think someone as myself, coming from where I do, would do anything less than helpful?” He said in offense.

 

“No . . . I guess not.” She sighed, still slightly unwilling to give in fully.

 

“I can tell you this much, by the time my assignment is through, you and Mr. Black will have everything you’ve always wanted, everything you’ve always been meant to have.” He said.

 

“If I promise to keep your secret, will you promise me something?” She bargained.

 

“It depends on the promise.” He smiled.

 

“Promise me you won’t play with my mind or John’s anymore.” She asked, a pleading look in her eyes.

 

“That I can promise you.” He agreed. “I can unfreeze him now and you won’t say anything?”

 

“Wait, before you do, I want to ask you something.” She began. “Last night, when you were controlling our minds, were you . . . what I mean is, did you make us . . . were our actions determined by the pin?” Charlie smiled at her bashfulness and need to know the answer.

 

“I assure you that the only control I had over you concerned those fake letters I had delivered, nothing more. Whatever it was you felt and thought aside from the letters was your own doing, not mine. Same goes for Mr. Black.” He explained. Marlena let out a small sigh of relief as she smiled weakly.

 

“Thank you.” She barely choked out, as her eyes misted over. “I needed . . . I needed to hear that.”

 

“Also, I think you should know I made it so Mr. Black doesn’t recall you mentioning any letter last night. I figured it might help if you agreed to come back and work with him. Why don’t you dry your eyes and compose yourself and then I’ll bring Mr. Black back. Oh and before I do, I need you to do something for me. Rule #3 says I can’t lie so . . .” He began.

 

“Say no more.” She smiled knowingly, drying her eyes.

 

Flicking his wrist, Charlie brought John back, right where he had left off.

 

“Is someone going to answer me?” John urged impatiently.

 

“I was just informing Charlie that I would like to continue on with our sessions.” Marlena lied quickly.

 

“Really?” John sneered sarcastically, tossing his files on a nearby desk.

 

“Charlie, would you give Mr. Black and me moment?” Marlena wondered.

 

“Absolutely Dr. Evans.” He replied, advancing to the door and exiting in a rush.

 

“So what is it you want Doc?” John wondered, leaning casually against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest, a serious look on his face.

 

Marlena loved it when he called her that. She would never admit it being that she made such a fuss about it the other day, but hearing him say it just made her feel special.

 

“Like I said, I want to continue on with our sessions.” She replied. “And . . . I want to apologize for last night. I know my actions must have confused you because they confused even me. I am not sure why I acted the way I did, honestly.”

 

“I thought we were having a good time, right up until you slapped me. I guess I thought wrong.” He said, a twinge of hurt and sadness in his voice.

 

“No . . . no you didn’t think wrong, I was having a wonderful time, really I was. I don’t know why I slapped you. I think it was the realization that everything was happening so fast. Not that I wanted any of it to stop but it scared me. I’ve never done anything quite like that before.” She admitted.

 

“You’ve never . . .” He grinned slightly.

 

“Oh of course I have, what I meant was having things move so quickly.” She insisted, her cheeks turning crimson from embarrassment.

 

“That’s what I thought.” He teased. “You didn’t seem like a beginner last night.” Marlena smiled shyly. “Doc, I think I owe you an even bigger apology. There is no excuse for the way I reacted last night. I didn’t mean it when I called you a tease and I most certainly didn’t mean it when I commented on the money. Not to make any excuses, but I was still reeling from the slap . . . for a doctor you can really pack a punch.” He laughed, stirring a giggle out of her as well. “I never meant to belittle you in any way and I definitely didn’t mean to disrespect you like that. If it’s any consolation, I respect you more than you could possibly know.”

 

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” She smiled bashfully, lowering her head. John stood upright and walked over to her. He cupped her face in his hands and brought her eye level with him.

 

“I’ve missed that smile.” He whispered softly and sincerely, his fingers caressing her silky smooth skin. “And the woman behind it.”

 

“John.” She spoke in barely a whisper, for his presence nearly took her breath away. “Do you think we can take this slowly and concentrate on our doctor/patient relationship first?”

 

“You make the rules and I obey.” He declared, loving the hard-to-get vibe he got from her. Damn he was a sucker for blondes, this blonde in particular. “But . . . I can’t guarantee I’ll obey for long.”

“She knows the truth?” Chelsea echoed in disbelief. Charlie had called a meeting of the minds when he had left John and Marlena to talk. Within 10 minutes he, Charlie and Chase were at the park and he was filling them in on the most recent and chaotic events.

 

“Charlie, why on earth would you tell her?” Chase sighed.

 

“She’s a very smart and clever woman. If hadn’t told her she would have taken it upon herself to meddle until she found out the truth for herself. Besides, the boss called me and told me to inform her. But Rule #12 states that any native who knows the truth about an operative does not pose a threat to the assignment. Only if they come to know the true nature of the assignment do they become potentially harmful.” Charlie explained.

 

“These rules . . . there are so many and they are all so technical.” Chelsea complained.

 

“You’ve had how long now to memorize the rule book?” Charlie asked irritably.

 

“Not very because I just really read it yesterday.” She smiled innocently.

 

“So, how are you going to continue on with the assignment?” Chase wondered.

 

“Dr. Evans has already agreed to keep mum about everything in exchange for my not playing with their minds any more.” Charlie replied. “I have faith that she will keep her word. She’s curious to see why I am here and what it has to do with her and Mr. Black. Not that I can blame her, I would be curious myself if I were her.”

 

“Yea, it’s not every day you meet someone like us.” Chelsea laughed.

 

“What more can we do to help?” Chase offered.

 

“Nothing right now. I am concentrating on getting them together right now, in the same room for long periods of time.” He said. “Their sessions only last an hour which for me isn’t even remotely long enough.”

 

“Well, trap them somewhere together, somewhere where there is absolutely no way they can leave the other.” Chelsea suggested.

 

“I will not put Dr. Evans and Mr. Black in any danger of any kind.” Charlie insisted.

 

“Who said anything about danger?” Chelsea retorted. “Think Charlie, you’re smarter than this. Where do Dr. Evans and Mr. Black conduct their sessions?”

 

“On his jet, you know that.” Charlie sighed, angry that she was asking silly questions while he was deep in thought. Chelsea just stared at him waiting for the realization to hit, but it didn’t.

 

“Come on Charlie, it’s a jet . . . a very small, yet spacious jet.” Chelsea hinted. Charlie stopped pacing the ground and turned to her, his eyes still clouded in confusion. “You do know what a jet is? I mean, even I know and you’re older than me.”

 

“Of course I know what a jet is.” He sneered, but he still didn’t catch her drift.

 

“Fly them somewhere!” She proclaimed in exasperation. “If you make them fly half way around the world, there’s no way they can leave unless they parachute out.”

 

“Knowing Mr. Black he just might.” Charlie insisted.

 

“That’s a good idea.” Chase congratulated.

 

“Why thank you.” Chelsea smiled proudly. “Now is Mr. Pessimistic going to congratulate me?”

 

“I would if I thought the plan would work, but it won’t. It’s too risky.” Charlie discouraged. “First of all, how will we even get them to cooperate enough to have the plane take off?”

 

“There are ways Charlie. You could use the pins again or utilize another good source we haven’t yet used.” Chelsea suggested.

 

“I promised Dr. Evans I wouldn’t control their minds again.” He noted.

 

“Well, there are other ways that don’t involve mind control.” Chase interjected.

 

“Trust me when I say we can pull it off.” Chelsea urged.

 

“And how do you propose we pull it off?” Charlie wondered. “Mr. Black’s pilots won’t fly that jet anywhere unless it’s on his orders.”

 

“Then get new, temporary pilots for this one little trip.” Chelsea said, a gleam in her eye.

 

. . : : . .

 

“Would you like something to drink before we begin our session?” John asked, taking Marlena’s briefcase from her and setting it down.

 

“Yes, please.” She smiled.

 

“Water okay?” He hoped.

 

“Water’s perfect.” She replied.

 

“Why don’t I get the water, and you two can sit down and relax.” Charlie suggested. “I insist.” John forfeited and allowed Charlie to get the water. He didn’t at all mind for he would take every second he could to be with Marlena. He had no intention of scaring her off this time around.

 

“How was work?” Marlena asked, her voice thick with concern for the doctor within had emerged.

 

“Not too bad.” He began. “I did have one incident today with my creative team. But we worked it out after 3 hours of incessant arguing.”

 

“Why did you all argue for 3 hours?” She wondered.

 

“When I am right, and I know it for a fact, I don’t back down. My creative team insisted that I was the one who told them to design the billboard one way which of course I knew I didn’t. They are all just as stubborn as me I guess because they refused to back down as well. Eventually someone found the infamous document that approved the design signed by the head of the creative team and not myself.” He explained.

 

“And how did that make you feel to know you wasted 3 hours of your day with that one issue?” She said.

 

“I didn’t mind. As long as I get what I want, in a truthful and honest way, then I’m happy.” He grinned slyly causing Marlena to blush knowingly. At that moment Charlie returned with the water.

 

“Here you two go. Enjoy.” He smiled, handing them each a bottle. He stepped through the black curtain and peered through at them from behind, waiting anxiously.

 

“How was your day at work?” John wondered, tapping his water bottle against his knee.

 

“We’re on the clock.” Marlena reminded, taking a drink of her water. The instant the first drop of water touched her tongue, she immediately yawned. “Oh my, I need to get to bed sooner these days.”

 

“Do you stay up late watching TV Land Doc?” John joked, taking a swig of his own water. He too began to yawn. “Hey, watch it, I think your yawning is contagious. Marlena yawned a second and then a third time, before falling completely asleep. “Doc?” John yawned. “You okay?” He yawned again and then he too was asleep.

 

Charlie reemerged from behind the curtain and checked their pulses just in case. Simply perfect as he had anticipated. He then went to the intercom and buzzed the cockpit.

 

“Full steam ahead.” He declared into the intercom.

 

“Copy that.” A voice replied. Charlie moved quickly to buckle the pair up in their seats and then he too took a seat and buckled up just before the jet took off into the night air.

Ten minutes after the jet had taken off, Marlena started to wake up. Her vision was blurred as she rubbed her eyes wearily, a yawn escaping her lips. Finally fully awake she noticed her seatbelt was buckled and the jet was unusually shaky. Looking to her right she saw John sound asleep. He looked surprisingly innocent and calm in such a state. She then turned to the window and was met with fluffy white clouds.

 

“John.” She cried, shaking him vigorously. John stirred groggily and found his bearings quite quickly, but not quick enough for Marlena. “John . . . we’re in the air.”

 

“What?” He replied, sitting upright, stretching.

 

“Look!” She demanded, turning his face to the window.

 

“What the hell?!” John exclaimed. He immediately unbuckled himself and hurried to the intercom. “Charlie? Charlie are you there?” When no answer came, he tore through the curtain and attempted to open the door to the cockpit, but to no avail. “Charlie!?” He called, pounding angrily on the door. “What the hell is going on? Whoever is behind this door had better open up now!” John couldn’t hear one sound coming from the cockpit and what was stranger was he couldn’t even break the door down. For a measly wooden door it was strong.

 

“John!” Marlena called out. The urgency in her voice caught John off guard, and he rushed back in to her. He found her pale, shaking and on the verge of tears.

 

“Doc, what’s the matter?” He wondered, kneeling down before her.

 

“I . . . I’m afraid of flying.” She admitted, her voice cracking. “I mean . . . I am deathly afraid . . . I can’t handle it . . . honestly I can’t.” By now she was crying silently, her breathing increasing steadily, threatening to go erratic at any moment.

 

“Ok . . . try to breathe . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . yes, just like that.” He coached, rubbing her arms gently. “Would water help?” She shook her head no, the nervous lump in her throat impairing her speech. “Listen, I have no idea what’s going on. I tried to gain access to the cockpit but . . . I can’t and I don’t know why. I can’t even find Charlie.” Marlena merely gave him a helpless, pleadingly look, a look that made him feel guilty for having her have to go through this. “Doc, I promise you everything will be just fine. I’ve flown hundreds of times; it’s really no big deal. You trust me don’t you?”

 

This simple, five word question hit Marlena hard. Never before had a question summoned more thought and consideration from her than this one. No matter how much her brain screamed for her to say ‘No, I don’t trust you, I barely know you’, her heart was more convincing. She knew that John was a man that made her furious, a man that could burrow under her skin and push all of her buttons driving her insane. She also knew that to an outsider, their relationship would appear infantile and no where near the trusting stage, but she couldn’t deny how she felt. No matter how much she wanted to forget all of this and just push John as far away as possible, her heart wouldn’t let her. It was as if her heart knew some special, fragile, delicate little secret that it wasn’t willing to share with her brain just yet.

 

“Yes . . .” She spoke barely above a whisper. “I do trust you John.”

 

Though John was sure within himself that she did indeed trust him, hearing her say it aloud was a moment he wanted to savor, but he couldn’t. She needed him to be focused and strong, she needed him to be her hero now that she was vulnerable and weak, a position she hated being in.

 

“I swear to you, I will not give you a reason to doubt that, ever, especially now.” He vowed sincerely. “First things first, can you spare me for five minutes tops while I find a way to get into the cockpit?”

 

“Only five minutes.” She urged, her demeanor changing to that of a child.

 

“Five minutes it is.” He crossed his heart. Before he got up, he cupped her face in his hands and ran his thumbs across her tears soaked cheeks. “Can you do something for me while I’m gone?” His gentleness and kindness had her speechless so she nodded her approval. “I want you to lean back, close your eyes and picture a white sandy beach, with the sun bouncing beautifully off of the crystal clear water. The air is fresh and the beach looks as if it could go on forever.” His smooth, soft voice wooed Marlena’s eyes shut as she began to picture the beach, their beach. “You are lying on a warm, comfortable blanket, soaking up the rays, enjoying the peace and tranquility.”

 

“Don’t . . . don’t stop, please.” She urged.

 

“Think of it as a commercial break while I go and survey our present predicament.” He teased, pushing a lock of golden hair out of her face.

 

. . : : . .

 

“I wonder what he’s up to.” Chelsea commented, somewhat scared.

 

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Charlie sighed nervously.

 

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Chase said. “Just because Mr. Black can’t get to us now, doesn’t mean he won’t try once we’ve landed again. I hope you have a plan Charlie.”

 

“I do . . . well I will. I’ll have one before we land again . . . I hope.” Charlie stammered.

 

“You mean we did all of this without a complete plan in mind?” Chelsea hissed. “We only have enough fuel to stay in the air for another hour or so. You’d better hope you can think of something quick.”

 

“Three heads are better than one.” Charlie smiled hopefully. “With our collective brain power we should have a plan in less than an hour.”

 

“For all of our sakes, I pray you’re right.” Chase declared.

 

After looking in the spare closet aboard the plane, John was able to find an iron rod which he planned on using to pry the cockpit door open. After many failed attempts he was sweating and frustrated. He always thought he was a strong and muscular man but for the life of him he couldn’t break down this ridiculously thin door. Not wanting to get himself all frazzled, he figured it best to keep a cool head for Marlena’s sake. The last thing she needed was for him to lose it as well.

 

He returned to the main sitting area and found Marlena calm and collected.

 

“You’re back and with 50 seconds to spare.” She smiled approvingly.

 

“I am a man of my word.” He smiled back. John casually went to the phone and picked it up but there was no dial tone. “Shit!” He hissed slamming it down again.

 

“What’s wrong?” Marlena wondered, the concern and fright returning.

 

“Doc . . . I don’t want you to be alarmed but we’re stuck up here.” He admitted, kneeling before her once more.

 

“Stuck?” She echoed, her chest rising and falling at a faster pace.

 

“I tried to get into the cockpit I really did but I can’t. The phone is even dead. For the life of me I have absolutely no idea what is going on. I hate losing control like this but I’m all out of moves.” He insisted.

 

“Shh . . . . shh, John it’s all right.” She assured him. “You’ve done all you could, no one can fault you for that.”

 

“But I promised you.” He reminded a hint of disappoint with himself in his voice.

 

“It’s not your fault you can’t make good on your promise when everything else is against you.” She sympathized.

 

“Aren’t we a pair.” He laughed lightly. “One minute I’m soothing you and the next the roles are reversed.”

 

“Well I think the roles just might have to be reversed once more because my nerves are becoming rattled again.” She admitted with a small, nervous giggle.

 

“Let’s play a game . . . you need to take your mind off of the situation and quite frankly so do I.” He suggested.

 

“A game.” She echoed. “What do you have in mind?”

 

“20 questions.” He answered. “I have something in mind and it’s up to you to figure it out using only yes or no questions. Up to the challenge?”

 

“Sure.” She smiled, as John pulled a chair up directly in front of her and awaited the first question. “Is it clothing of any kind?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Is it bigger than a microwave?”

 

“No.”

 

“Is it food of any kind?”

 

“No.”

 

“Have I gotten one yes yet?” She giggled.

 

“No.” He chuckled.

 

“All right, is it something you own?”

 

“No, but I wish I did.”

 

“Is it expensive?”

 

“Priceless.” He grinned. Just then the plane shook and Marlena gasped in response, moving her hands to John’s. He welcomed them openly, enveloping them in the warmth and security of his own. “Just focus on me Doc.”

 

“Ok . . . Is it . . . smaller than a . . . slice of bread?”

 

“Yes.” He laughed. If anything her nervousness and fear endeared him even more to her.

 

“I’m stuck.” She sighed, just as the plane hit turbulence. “Oh God . . . John.”

 

“I’m right here, it’s only a little bit of turbulence. It should be gone within a few minutes.” He explained in a soothing tone. Her hands shook violently in his, her lower lip quivering in fright. Hoping to help more, John moved next to her and wrapped a protective arm around her. Instantly she leaned into him, hugging him tight at the waist, her head lying against his chest.

 

“You must think I’m such a baby.” She whispered into his chest, squeezing him closer.

 

“Never.” He exclaimed sweetly. “We all have our fears.”

 

“Do you have any?” She wondered, snuggling deeper into him.

 

“My only fear is that I will leave this earth without ever experiencing love. Without ever having a wife and family to call my own. Without ever feeling that sense of tranquility in knowing I love a woman with everything that I have. Without ever hearing a child’s voice call me daddy.” He replied candidly, a glimmer of a tear in his eye. Marlena moved her head away from his body to look at him, all the while still clinging to his waist.

 

“You are the most captivating and compassionate man I have ever met.” She declared with the utmost sincerity. Her words rendered him speechless as he tried to formulate a response but couldn’t. She could sense his appreciation in her words for the look in his eyes said it all.

 

. . : : . .

 

“How are they doing out there?” Chase wondered.

 

“I’m not sure. I don’t want to slip out and risk Mr. Black seeing me.” Charlie said impatiently. “I wish I knew how things were progressing.”

 

“You have more important things to ponder.” Chelsea reminded. “Like how you plan on fixing everything in the end. I’ll tell you right now, we have enough fuel left to last another half an hour before we must land.”

 

“You can’t use a memory charm.” Chase noted. “Because you promised Dr. Evans.”

 

“And I intend on sticking by that promise.” Charlie insisted. “But.” He declared, his eyes lighting up in delight. “I may have promised but neither of you did.”

 

“Charlie, isn’t that bending the rules?” Chelsea said reluctantly.

 

“Rule #5: Do not break the rules under any circumstances.” Charlie stated. “I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing in there that says you can’t bend them.”

 

“Are you sure you want to push it?” Chase warned.

 

“What else have we got?” Charlie counter argued. “I won’t go against my word to Dr. Evans. I promised her I wouldn’t mess with her mind again and I won’t . . . but you two will.”

 

“But neither of us have ever done anything like that. We’re amateurs.” Chelsea persisted.

 

“I can teach you in less than five minutes.” Charlie replied. “Listen, I’m pulling rank here. You both were sent to assist me, not the other way around. If I could think of any other way . . . let’s not dwell on the ‘what ifs’. This is all we’ve got and we’re going for it.”

 

“Oh all right.” Chase sighed.

 

“Well I’m not going to be the only one against this.” Chelsea insisted. “I’m in too.”

 

“All you have to do is follow my instructions to the letter and all will be right.” Charlie smiled happily.

For the last ten minutes or so, John and Marlena were just as they were when the turbulence hit, her clinging to him for dear life and him holding onto her securely, ensuring her that all would be right in the end. The steady thump of his heart reverberated throughout her entire body, easing her into a state of calm. His body seemed to radiate a gentle warmth that lulled her into a safe, secure place.

 

On the flip side, Marlena was just as much a help to John as he was to her. If he had been alone throughout this ordeal he surely would have gone insane trying to control the situation even though it could not be controlled. She taught him to keep a cool head and roll with everything until normality set in once more. He had never been able to accept temporary defeat like that in the past. Victory was his one and only game, until now.

 

“You still awake Doc?” He wondered, rubbing her arm.

 

“Mmhmm” She moaned. “Barely.”

 

“I think this will all be over soon, the plane should be out of fuel at any time and then whoever’s in the cockpit will have to land.” He explained.

 

“Do you think we’re still in Salem?” She asked.

 

“It’s hard to say, we could be anywhere by now.” He sighed irritably.

 

“Who do you think is flying the plane?” She wondered.

 

“Hard to say. I know my pilots wouldn’t have taken off without my permission. I only wish I knew.” He replied.

 

“Would you mind if we stayed just like this until we land? Being like this helps me cope with my fear of flying.” She admitted, locking her arms around his waist even tighter.

 

“Of course not.” He assured her. “I’m only happy I could help.”

 

“Me too.” She giggled, her first genuine laugh in hours.

 

“Glad to see you’re able to crack jokes.” He chuckled.

 

“Right now I feel as if I could do anything.” She replied softly. “John?”

 

“Yea?” He said, intertwining her fingers in his own.

 

“Just for the hell of it . . . would you tell me what it is you were thinking of?” She smiled, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

 

“Oh.” He grinned knowingly. “You sure you want to know?”

 

“Yes, I’m sure.” She laughed, her free hand playing with the buttons on his shirt.

 

“Your smile.” He answered.

 

“My smile?” She echoed breathlessly.

 

“Yea. If you’ll recall I said it was smaller than a slice of bread, I wish I could own it and that it was priceless. That’s your smile.” He complimented sincerely.

 

“You charmer you.” She teased.

 

“I’ve been known to have a way with the ladies.” He joked.

 

“Plural I see.” She noted.

 

“ Yea, well I’ve narrowed my focus to just one lately.” He admitted, kissing her open palm. This sweet gesture sent Marlena reeling.

 

. . : : . .

 

Just as the trio in the cockpit was prepared to execute their plan, Charlie’s cell phone rang.

 

“Hello? Hey boss . . . no, I haven’t been privy to what’s going on in the . . . what? Really? Well I didn’t . . . you’re right sir, I should have . . . well yes, I planned on having Chase and Chelsea administer the memory charm . . . no? But why? If I don’t . . . I realize that sir but . . . Are you sure? No, of course I don’t doubt you . . . yes thank you sir.” He hung up and the other two looked on anxiously.

 

“Well what did he say?” Chelsea encouraged.

 

“He said not to administer the charm.” Charlie replied.

 

“Why? What can we do instead?” Chase questioned.

 

“Nothing. He said that once we touch back down on land, all will be fine. I suppose he’s taking care of it on his end.” Charlie shrugged.

 

“Ah man, I really wanted to do the memory charm though.” Chase whined.

 

“Maybe next time Chase.” Charlie smiled at his enthusiasm.

 

“And you have no idea what he has in mind?” Chelsea urged.

 

“No, but he’s the boss, he must know a better way then we do.” Charlie pointed out.

 

“True.” Chelsea agreed. “So do you want me to land this puppy now?”

 

“The boss said that things were beginning to finally develop in there and not to disturb them just yet. He said he’d ring me again when it was time to land.” Charlie replied.

 

“Orders are orders.” Chelsea declared, flopping down in a seat. “All we can do now is wait.”

 

“Yep.” Charlie said.

 

. . : : . .

 

“John, what if the people flying the plane try to hurt us in some way.” Marlena suggested morbidly, her body tensing up at the mere thought of such an outcome.

 

“Hey, hey, hey don’t say that.” He insisted, pulling her up to face him. “For one, I highly doubt anyone is going to hurt us. It may just be some big joke that Charlie’s played on us or one of my other employees. I tend to work with a bunch of practical jokers.”

 

“Yea well, this isn’t so funny for me.” She sighed with a whimper.

 

“If that is the case, they honestly didn’t know you were this afraid of flying. I’m sure they never would have pulled a stunt like this if they had known.” He assured her. She gave him a look that said she was starting to believe theory.

 

“And two?” She persisted.

 

“What?” He asked confused.

 

“You said for one but you never said a for two.” She grinned.

 

“You pay attention, I like that.” He acknowledged. “Ok, for two, even if someone were trying to hurt us, I wouldn’t let it happen. I would sacrifice my own life before . . .” He began.

 

“No, no don’t . . . don’t talk like that.” She cried, covering his mouth with her hand. “Please. I don’t want either of us hurt and I certainly don’t want you getting hurt trying to protect me.” John took her hand from his face and kissed it.

 

“You can’t stop me.” He smiled defiantly.

 

“Why do men always have to beat on their chests and display their macho pride?” She sighed.

 

“How else are we to get attention from the opposite sex?” He teased.

 

“How about by playing it safe and focusing more on developing interesting conversation rather than if you can beat up a few bad guys for her. I for one am not impressed by the size of a man’s muscles rather the size of his personality. I like a man who can keep me on my toes and never let a moment go by in boredom.” She explained.

 

“Well pretty much all of our moments together have been everything but boring.” He laughed. “First we argue incessantly over the staff cut proposal, then we share a highly unusual and mystical evening together and now we bond over an intense and potentially harmful plane ride. I think I’m doing pretty well in the excitement category.”

 

“Oh so now you’re trying to impress me?” She countered teasingly.

 

“Since the moment my eyes met your stunning baby blues.” He admitted softly. Marlena blushed wildly and buried her face in his shoulder. “Don’t get all shy and innocent on me Doc. We both know this isn’t a one way street.”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, picking her head up again.

 

“It means, the attraction doesn’t go one way, you like me too, admit it. I promise you’ll feel a whole lot better.” He toyed with her.

 

“You sure are sure of yourself.” She scoffed. “What makes you say I am attracted to you?” She challenged.

 

“The way you look at me, I mean really look at me.” He replied.

 

“And how do I look at you?” She continued.

 

“Each time you look at me it’s as if it’s for the first time, as if you are rediscovering me all over again.” He noted.

 

“Maybe I can look a bit longer than usual.” She said. “But you’re not exactly Mr. One Look yourself. You do your fair share of staring.”

 

“I wouldn’t call it staring.” He replied.

 

“Well what would you call it?’ She giggled.

 

“Memorizing.” He answered. “If for some reason tomorrow should come and I don’t see you and the days continually pass with the same result, I want to make sure I have a perfect mental image of your beauty. Your soft golden locks, your smooth, creamy skin, your brilliantly blue eyes, your full pink lips, your cute little chin.”

 

“You think my chin is cute?” She wondered nearly laughing.

 

“Everything about you is cute.” He urged. “I am a man who knows how to appreciate a rare beauty as yourself Doc.”

 

“Stop it.” She declared waving him off.

 

“Modest much?” He laughed.

 

“Overconfident much.” She said, unable to contain her smile. “I’m afraid we can chalk this session up as a complete failure as well.”

 

“Failure?” He proclaimed. “I’d say this time was well spent, well spent indeed.”

 

“You know what I mean.” She warned. “You hire me to give you professional counseling and what do I do? I cower under the pressure and whimper like a baby. If I were you I would find another psychiatrist, one who won’t have a breakdown mid-session.” She giggled, stirring a deep chuckle out of him as well.

 

“I’d much rather have someone who is human, someone who isn’t afraid to let their vulnerability shine through. If I had to work with a shrink who insisted on being perfect and flawless I think I would scream.” He laughed.

 

“Yea, well I have never done anything like this with a patient.” She said. “Actually I’ve never done anything like this ever, patient or no patient. My life has been practical and predictable for as long as I can remember.”

 

“Welcome to the land of the living Doc.” He exclaimed. “Glad to be the one to get you here.”

 

“If this is what it’s like to be alive then I don’t want it.” She laughed in horror.

 

“Not even if I come along as part of a packaged deal?” He frowned pleadingly.

 

“I don’t know.” She wavered jokingly.

 

“You have to have one to have the other.” He warned. Before Marlena could answer, the plane tilted as if it was going into a nose dive and she fell on top of him. “Not the response I expected but I’ll take it.” He grinned naughtily.

 

“What the hell is going on?” She cried, not up for joking around.

 

“I think we’re landing.” He replied. “Here, let me buckle you in.” Marlena clung to John helplessly as he secured her in place and then himself. It was a bit difficult with the death grip she had on him but her didn’t mind one bit. He loved it when she touched him. “Now, the landing might be a bit bumpy but just hold on to me and everything will be fine.” She nodded, her hand trembling, her eyes wide with fear and her face pale as a ghost.

 

John took her hands in his and rubbed them until they stopped trembling. She smiled her appreciation and leaned into him. If anything she was more afraid of the aftermath than the actual landing. She had a sinking feeling that the moment the plane landed chaos would ensue.

“And we are grounded again.” Chelsea proclaimed, from the pilot’s seat. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as he unbuckled himself.

 

“Where exactly are we?” Charlie wondered.

 

“Oh, I didn’t really go anywhere. We’re right back in Salem.” Chelsea replied with a smile.

 

“Well I guess it’s time for us to see how the boss chose to alter their memories.” Charlie suggested.

 

“Us?” Chase echoed.

 

“Did I stutter?” Charlie sneered.

 

“You can go find out; we aren’t going anywhere near Mr. Black and Dr. Evans.” Chase insisted. “I mean I have faith that the boss handled things, but there’s no way I am going in there with you.”

 

“Me either.” Chelsea exclaimed.

 

“Oh yes you are, both of you.” Charlie cried. Before he could say another word, Chase and Chelsea snapped their fingers and disappeared into thin air. “Just you two wait! You’ll be sorry!” Controlling his anger, he composed himself and went back to the main seating area. He found John and Marlena asleep on the sofa, seatbelts buckled. “I wonder if I should wake them.” Before he could even decide, they started to stir.

 

“Doc, you okay?” John asked, unbuckling their seatbelts.

 

“I’m fine, a bit groggy but fine.” She smiled, yawning. Knowing that she was okay, John directed his attention to Charlie who was standing near the doorway.

 

“You.” He hissed. “You have some explaining to do.” He jumped to his feet and approached Charlie who was pale with fear.

 

“I . . . I . . .” Charlie stammered, his mouth drying up and his throat closing. Is this your idea of help? He thought to himself.

 

“Answer me!” John roared. “Why did this plane take off? What the hell was going on in that cockpit? Doc nearly had a breakdown out here did you know that?”

 

“No . . . I didn’t.” He proclaimed innocently. “Dr. Evans are you all right?”

 

“I’m fine now, thank you.” She replied.

 

“But she wasn’t earlier.” John urged. “Did you not hear me pounding on the cockpit door? What were my pilots thinking?”

 

“John, maybe you should calm down.” Marlena piped up, remembering the fact that Charlie could not lie. “You yourself said it was probably a practical joke. That’s what it was, wasn’t it Charlie, just one big joke on us?” Charlie stared at Marlena slightly confused and then noticed the persisted look in her eyes.

 

“Well?” John declared, growing impatient. “Was it just a joke?”

 

“Uh . . . well . . . I think so.” He choked out, his palms sweaty and shaky.

 

“So you put Doc through hell over a joke?” John cried.

 

“John, please it’s really no big deal. I’m fine and no one’s hurt. It was only a little scare, nothing major.” Marlena explained in a rush.

 

“Only a little scare?” John echoed, turning to face her. “Doc, you were petrified. I had to hold just to get you to calm down.”

 

“But I made it through, with your help.” She smiled, touching his arm lightly. Her touch softened him and made him relax a bit. “If I can just brush it off and not care, can’t you, please?”

 

John hated to hear her say please because he couldn’t resist. Anything she asked he would do, no matter how significant or insignificant the request may be.

 

“Fine, I’ll forget about it.” He agreed. “But.” He said, turning to face Charlie once more. “If it happens again, heads are going to roll.” Charlie swallowed hard and smiled weakly.

 

“You . . . you have my word Mr. Black. I will make sure the crew and staff all know that practical jokes are out of the question from now on.” Charlie vowed.

 

“Good.” John sighed, his anger leaving him. “Go wait in the limo for Dr. Evans.” He ordered. Charlie nodded and proceeded out to the limo.

 

“I don’t want you leaving here until I know for sure that you’re really okay.” John said, a caring look in his eyes that ripped right into Marlena’s heart.

 

“I’m okay, honest and it’s all because of you.” She smiled in appreciation. “I can’t begin to thank you enough for what you did, the way you treated me. You were kind, gentle, considerate, patient . . . you knew exactly how to handle the situation not to mention my roller coaster ride of emotions.”

 

“Keeping you safe was the easiest part. It was natural, instinctual.” He said. “Not being able to rectify the situation soon enough . . . now that was difficult for me. I saw the fear and your eyes and I couldn’t make it go away, not completely at least.”

 

“But you distracted me and comforted me and soothed me . . . thank you.” She replied, trying hard not to cry.

 

“Doc.” He declared softly, moving to her and catching the single tear before it fell. “It’s over now, and there’s really no need to thank me.” She nodded with a grin.

 

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?” She wondered. “You were quite angry a minute ago.”

 

“Oh that . . . I’m fine, it’s over, no big deal anymore.” He shrugged but she wasn’t buying it.

 

“Remember, you promised me you would drop it.” She warned.

 

“And I never back down from a promise.” He proclaimed sincerely. “And I won’t. But I can still reserve some anger can’t I?”

 

“Just as long as you don’t act out on that anger.” She smiled, waving her finger at him.

 

“Scout’s honor.” He insisted, raising his right hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow Doc and take care until then.” He leaned down and placed a soft, warm kiss on her forehead. She took a step back and stared at him longingly.

 

“Bye John.” She breathed before leaving.

 

. . : : . .

 

When Marlena slid into the limo she was met with a very nervous Charlie.

 

“Is Mr. Black okay? Am I fired? How angry is he?” Charlie rambled.

 

“Relax Charlie, he promised me that he would let it go and he will, he did.” She assured him. “You don’t have to worry about John.”

 

“Thank heavens.” Charlie sighed in relief.

 

“But you do have to worry about me.” She continued. “Charlie, I thought I asked you not to play with our minds any more!”

 

“I didn’t!” He defended himself.

 

“Then what happened up there in that plane?” She questioned curiously.

 

“You just went for a little joy ride that’s all.” He smiled meekly.

 

“Joy ride? Charlie I nearly hyperventilated up there! Flying is my biggest fear. I can’t believe you would do something like that.” She cried.

 

“I didn’t know!” He insisted. “I’m sorry, I really am but I had to do it.”

 

“This is becoming ridiculous Charlie. I know you said your assignment is top secret and if I knew about it it would all come crashing down but this has gone too far.” She explained angrily. “You keep creating these situations that turn my life upside down and then you smile afterwards, acting all innocent and good, blaming it all on the assignment. Well you know what . . . maybe I don’t want your help. Maybe I don’t want to be your assignment any longer. Maybe I just want you to leave me and my life alone.”

 

“You don’t mean that.” He declared.

 

“What, can you read my mind now too!?” She hissed.

 

“Of course not. I only meant that you don’t know what my assignment really is, so how can you say you want me to go?” He rationalized. “I told you my assignment would make you happy in the end.”

 

“Yea, well in the meantime I’m miserable.” She sighed.

 

“You’re miserable?” He asked sadly. He never expected her to say something like that ever. He didn’t want to add to her pain, he only wanted to make it all go away.

 

“Yes Charlie I am.” She replied. “I don’t even recognize myself any more. I am doing things and saying things that I never would have done before I met you and got all twisted up in your . . . your . . . well whatever it is you’re doing. I hate this feeling of inadequacy, this feeling of being a complete stranger to myself. This just isn’t me Charlie.”

 

“How do you know?” He challenged. “How do you know that this ‘new’ you isn’t the real you finally emerging?” Marlena looked at him, perplexed. “Look, I’m going to be honest with you, I know a lot about your life, your life before we met. I know how lonely and isolated you’ve made your life. You put everything you had in your career. You separated from your family, moved half way across the country and submerged yourself in your work, in your patients. For the last year you’ve done nothing for yourself, nothing at all. It’s all been about the work, the people you help. It’s admirable and wonderful to want to help others the way you do, you have a gift Dr. Evans but that gift isn’t meant to sacrifice your life outside of work. Being a doctor doesn’t make you who you are, the people in your life make you who you are and right now, you’re all alone. So in a way you’re unidentifiable, a woman who has no idea who she really is. It’s not wrong to want to help people, but it is wrong to not want to help yourself.”

 

Charlie’s words echoed in her mind as she fought back her tears but it was useless. Everything he had said was horribly true and she knew it. She had always known it, but was just too afraid to face it.

 

“I’m afraid . . . I’m afraid that I’ve put my life on hold and neglected my needs for so long that . . . I don’t know how to turn it all around.” She admitted, the tears falling freely.

 

“I have faith.” Charlie whispered, handing her his handkerchief which she accepted. “I have faith that you can and will turn your life around. You’ve already started. You said so yourself that you’ve been doing things that are uncharacteristic to yourself. I say that’s a step in the right direction, the direction you want to be headed in.”

 

“You really think it’s not too late?” She sniffled, dabbing her eyes gently.

 

“It’s never to late to help yourself. To make your life better, happier, richer.” He explained with a smile. “You do want to be happy don’t you Dr. Evans?”

 

“Desperately.” She replied with conviction.

The first thing Marlena did once she got to the office the next morning was cancel all of her morning sessions. She hadn’t slept even 5 minutes all night long for she was still coming to terms with what had transpired the night before on John’s jet and then in the limo with Charlie. No matter how much she urged herself to keep John at arms length, something would happen, something extraordinary and she’d be back at square one, caring for John more and more.

 

She wanted desperately to blame Charlie for all of this but she knew that she couldn’t. Though she wanted to ignore all the tell tale signs, she simply couldn’t for reasons unknown to her. Yes, Charlie was someone with a background stranger than anything but Marlena couldn’t help but go along with everything he said. It was as if some anonymous force was urging her to listen to Charlie and to believe him.

 

The worst part of the most recent events was her semi-breakdown in the limo. She let Charlie get to her the worst way possible and she was left exposed and emotionally naked before him. God how she hated that feeling, the feeling of complete lack of control over her emotions. She saw herself slipping, saw herself falling apart, but could do nothing to stop it. What was odd was the fact that Charlie hit the nail right on the head. He was able to get inside her head and pick and prod until he uncovered the gritty truth: Marlena was the loneliest woman on the face of the earth. The only question that still remained on her mind was, what will Charlie do with this newfound knowledge?

 

. . : : . .

 

John stood outside of Marlena’s office contemplating whether he should go in or not. He wanted to find out if she was all right but wasn’t sure if she’d be receptive to his impromptu visit. He finally decided to hell with anything rational, he needed to see her, needed to let her know that he was thinking about her.

 

“May I help you?” The secretary smiled at John’s presence.

 

“Yes, I would like to see Dr. Evans.” He announced.

 

“I’m sorry Sir, but Dr. Evans has decided to cancel all of morning sessions.” The woman replied.

 

“I’m not here as a patient, I’m here as a friend.” He insisted.

 

“What is your name?” She wondered.

 

“John Black.”

 

“I’ll find out if she’ll see you or not.” She said, picking up the phone. “Dr. Evans, there is a Mr. Black out here to see you. Should I send him in? Okay.”

 

“Well?” John urged.

 

“She’s busy right now.” She replied. “I’m sorry.”

 

“The hell she is.” John exclaimed, breezing past her desk and barging into Marlena’s office. He found her behind her desk, a far off look in her eyes. “Doc?” His voice brought her to the present and she jumped in fright.

 

“John!?” She cried.

 

“Dr. Evans, I told him that you were busy.” The secretary proclaimed, coming in behind John. “He just stormed in.”

 

“It’s all right Debbie. I can handle this.” Marlena assured her. Debra glared at John for a moment before she left them alone.

 

“Why did you lie and say you were busy?” John demanded.

 

“You do not have the right to question me. I wasn’t the one who couldn’t take no for an answer.” She declared.

 

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily Doc. Don’t play all high and mighty with me now. What’s wrong?” John said.

 

“Nothing.” She mumbled, picking up a few manila folders, appearing to look busy.

 

“Please, don’t lie to me.” He warned.

 

“What are you doing here anyway?” She exclaimed, hating the fact that he could tell she was lying. How dare he know her.

 

“I’ve been worried about you.” He replied softly. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop since you left the jet last night. I didn’t know if you were scared or nervous.”

 

“Yea, well as you can see I’m perfectly all right.” She sighed, trying to keep herself from melting at his feet.

 

“No you’re not, you’re far from being all right. I could tell the moment I saw your face when I walked in here. Something is wrong Doc, please just tell me what it is and I’ll help you.” He offered.

 

“You can’t help me, no one can.” She proclaimed without a moment’s thought.

 

“Now you’re scaring me.” He said, advancing toward her, stopping at the edge of her desk.

 

“John, please don’t worry about me. I am just going through a personal crisis, something I need to deal with on my own. It’s nothing against you.” She explained.

 

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with what happened on my jet last night?” He wondered.

 

“Positive.” She half lied. It really had to do with what happened in the limo but that was a direct effect from the situation on the jet. It was best of she kept John emotionally distant, best for her at least.

 

“Fine, I think we should postpone our sessions for a while until . . .” He began.

 

“No.” She proclaimed hurriedly, shocking even herself. “What I mean is, I can’t let my personal life affect my professional. We don’t have to stop with our sessions.”

 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to add anymore stress to your life then I already have.” He insisted.

 

“If anything meeting with you will keep my priorities straight. I need to continue on with my patients so I can maintain a healthy work load.” She explained, though she knew the only reason she couldn’t end their sessions was because she enjoyed going. God help her she enjoyed spending time with this man and she couldn’t understand why.

 

“All right, if that’s how you feel then we can continue on.” He agreed.

 

“Why would you even come here?” She asked.

 

“Like I said, I was worried about you.” He replied.

 

“No, I meant your reputation. Aren’t you jeopardizing your public image by possibly being spotted in a psychiatrist’s office?” She smiled.

 

“Oh that.” He laughed. “Yea well I figured I would take a chance. I couldn’t start my day without knowing how you were. Besides I have a few employees keeping watch around the hospital.”

 

“Never without a plan.” Marlena joked.

 

“Got that right.” He grinned. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

 

“Yep.” She replied. He headed for the door and then turned back around before exiting.

 

“If you decide to change your mind and postpone our sessions for a while, I’ll understand.” He said before shutting the door behind him.

 

Marlena fell back into her seat and dropped her head into her hands. “Oh Dear God, why do I continue to torture myself like this?”

 

“That’s a good question.” A voice agreed. Her head shot up in a flash and she was met with Charlie, a broad smile on his face.

 

“How did you get in here?” She asked.

 

“Never mind that. Let’s get back to you and what you just said.” He suggested.

 

“No, let’s get back to the question at hand. How did you get in here?” She insisted, her voice rising.

 

“Calm down.” He chuckled. “I didn’t just materialize out of thin air. I slipped in through the door. Your secretary was face first in the filing cabinet and I managed to dodge Mr. Black as he hurried out.”

 

“Oh.” She sighed.

 

“You really did think I just appeared?” He laughed.

 

“Can you blame me? I am still getting used to you and your . . . tricks.” She said.

 

“Now that I answered your question can we get back to my proposed topic of discussion?” He demanded.

 

“I was having a private moment to myself. I highly doubt it is any of your business.” She scoffed.

 

“Well you’re wrong. Any business of His is business of mine, Rule # 9.” He warned.

 

“I don’t give a damn about your rules and I refuse to speak with you about any other intimate moments of my life.” She said, rubbing her temples in exhaustion.

 

“I see you’re still processing our chat last night.” He acknowledged. “Don’t be embarrassed or frightened. I’m not here to judge you or scold you, I am only here to help you.”

 

“How would you feel if someone knew all about your life? If someone managed to crack you and leave you lying their vulnerable and exposed?” She challenged.

 

“My life is an open book where I come from, everyone’s is.” He explained. “But I understand your hostility and doubt. You’re not used to having someone know all about you.”

 

“You really made me feel like a fool last night.” She said sadly.

 

“Coming to terms with yourself and having a major personal revelation is being a made a fool to you?” He wondered.

 

“Don’t play cute with me.” She warned.

 

“I’m not. I’m quite serious. You don’t see how significant our talk was last night do you?” He questioned.

 

“Significant? For who, you?” She scoffed haughtily.

 

“For you.” He urged. “You were able to look deep within yourself and recognize the error of your ways. To recognize how wrong your priorities are. Most people never get to that point in their lives, but you did. Now you can change your life for the better.”

 

“I happen to like my life thank you very much.” She replied with an air of superiority. This sent Charlie nearly busting a gut.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” He cried. “No offense Dr. Evans but you are the most miserable person I have ever encountered. Your life isn’t anywhere near satisfactory for you and you know this. You’re in denial, I don’t blame you. But don’t lie to yourself. Lie to me all you want, but don’t lie to yourself. Answer me this, are you truly happy?” Marlena crossed her arms across her chest and let out an exasperated sigh.

 

He was getting to her again and she didn’t like it one bit. I guess this is how my patients feel when we have a major break through she thought.

 

“I am very happy to be doing what I do.” She skirted around the issue.

 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He warned. “I was referring to your personal life or lack thereof.”

 

“Fine!” She cried heatedly. “I am the most miserable person alive. I live my life and go through the motions day in and day out but I don’t feel anything. I have no one in my life that I can turn to. Not one friend, not one family member not even that special someone. I do have a dog but I neglect him so I can occupy my time with my patients. The one and only thing I tend to and nurture is my career and that is it.” By now she was crying hysterically. “Is that what you wanted to hear Charlie!?”

 

“Yes.” He admitted softly. “I can’t begin to help you if you don’t want my help Dr. Evans. Sorry I had to be so rough with you but it had to be done. You weren’t seeing things for what they are. Now, I’ll ask you again, are you willing to turn your life around for the better?”

 

“Yes.” She replied, drying her eyes.

 

“Then I only have one piece of advice for you that you must heed above all else: Don’t push Mr. Black away.” He insisted.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” She wondered.

 

“That’s all I am permitted to say.” He urged. “Just keep my advice in mind whenever you get the urge to run.”

 

“To run?” She echoed in confusion.

 

“It may not seem clear right now, but soon it will be all too clear.” Charlie assured her. “I must go now. I will see you later this evening.”

 

“Yes . . . goodbye Charlie.” She said as she watched him leave. “Whenever I get the urge to run? What does he mean by that?”

“You want me to do what?” Chelsea shrieked in horror.

 

“You heard me. I need you to go to Dr. Evans and just chat with her.” Charlie urged.

 

“Chat with her?” Chelsea echoed.

 

“Yea, you know do what women do when they are alone.” Charlie explained.

 

“Do you forget who I am Charlie? Dr. Evans knows this and I highly doubt she’ll be open to a little girl chat.” Chelsea scoffed. “When she and I first met I lied to her the whole time.”

 

“She’s had time to get used to the idea of who we are. Trust me, everything will be fine. Just go to her office, she’s free all morning and talk.” He insisted.

 

“Easier said then done.” She sighed.

 

“I have faith.” He smiled.

 

“All right, all right I’ll do it.” She agreed. “But if things go bad it’s on you.”

 

. . : : . .

 

After first going to Marlena’s office, Chelsea heard from her secretary that Marlena was indeed in the hospital cafeteria. She found her at a corner table enjoying a much needed cup of coffee.

 

“Hi.” Chelsea said, approaching her table. Marlena looked up from her mail and froze for a second.

 

“Chelsea.” She replied flatly.

 

“May I join you?” Chelsea hoped.

 

“Do I have a choice?” Marlena countered.

 

“Good one.” Chelsea laughed. “I can’t force you to speak with me.”

 

“Charlie would find a way. You and he are . . . alike so I am sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve as well.” Marlena said.

 

“True, I could bend the rules so you would speak with me but I’d much rather have your willingness.” Chelsea noted. Marlena looked at her for a moment absorbing her words.

 

“Have a seat please.” Marlena finally said. Chelsea grinned and took a seat.

 

“So how have you been?” She wondered.

 

“You expect me to believe you came here to participate in polite chit chat?” Marlena chuckled.

 

“You did tell me that we could talk whenever.” Chelsea reminded.

 

“I also thought you were pregnant.” Marlena shot back.

 

“Point taken. I led you to believe something that wasn’t true and I am sorry Dr. Evans. But you have to understand that it’s my job.”

 

“I’ve heard that song and dance from Charlie one too many times.” Marlena sighed.

 

“I suppose you have to be on the inside to fully understand what we mean.” Chelsea replied. “We don’t like having to pull tricks the way we do but sometimes it’s the only way. You natives can be so stubborn at times.”

 

“I see Charlie’s gotten to you.” Marlena frowned.

 

“I’m not following.” Chelsea said, confused.

 

“I am sure he’s filled you in our most recent of conversations.” She urged.

 

“No, what you and he choose to discuss is your business not mine. The same goes with this conversation. I will not go back and report everything we’ve discussed to Charlie. That’s not the way it works. We may be sneaky at times but we still retain the most basic of morals.” She joked causing Marlena to crack a smile. “Does that smile of yours mean you forgive me?”

 

“Don’t press your luck.” Marlena laughed. “It means I am open to discussion, that’s all.”

 

“Then I’ll take it.” Chelsea exclaimed. “So, how is everything? Work going well?”

 

“Fine.” Marlena replied, eyeing Chelsea intently. She knew she had to be up to something, something pertaining to Charlie. “You don’t have to act like we’re good friends. If Charlie sent you here to find something out, just ask me.”

 

“Honestly, Charlie did send me here but with no ulterior motive, I swear.” She vowed. “He only thought we would have a lot in common.”

 

“You and I?” Marlena chuckled. “How could we have a lot in common?”

 

“We both help people. We both have stressful jobs.” Chelsea rambled.

 

“But our jobs aren’t even in the same league.” Marlena persisted.

 

“I don’t view it like that. I mean, in the end we both work hard to help people make their lives better, happier.” Chelsea explained. “I find my job tremendously rewarding and I know for a fact that you do as well.”

 

“Tell me, what was your job before you . . . before you passed on?” Marlena asked delicately.

 

“Oh, I was never alive. The operatives in my department never lived on earth. We are created specifically for what we do, nothing else.” Chelsea explained.

 

“I’m sorry.” Marlena said solemnly.

 

“Don’t be, please.” Chelsea proclaimed. “I love who I am and what I do.”

 

“But life is . . . it’s wonderful, if you take the time to treat it right.” Marlena sighed. “Charlie really did have a point when he told me I needed to reevaluate my life didn’t he?”

 

“As for what Charlie said I am unaware of, but if there’s anything you’d like to talk about I’m here. It might help to talk to a fellow woman.” Chelsea offered.

 

“I don’t have many female friends. In fact I don’t have any at all.” Marlena admitted. “Do you think it’s possible for someone to change their life so late in life?”

 

“It’s never too late to do something constructive with your life. Besides, you still have so many years ahead of you Dr. Evans so you have plenty of time to make the transition.” Chelsea smiled.

 

“I like you a lot better now then as a pregnant woman with issues.” Marlena joked.

 

“You don’t even know how badly I hated having to pretend to be pregnant.” Chelsea sighed angrily. “The entire morning I was sitting outside your office, perfect strangers would gawk and coo at my belly. Some even wanted to touch me. I commend native women who have the courage and strength to go through such a lengthy and grueling process.”

 

“Though I myself have never been pregnant, I wouldn’t classify it as a grueling process. Carrying a child for 9 months must be the most incredible experience a woman can go through. I can’t wait until I get to go through the motions of pregnancy and childbirth.” Marlena explained.

 

“If you believe in it with all that you have, I have faith that it will come true.” Chelsea assured her.

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Chapter Sixteen (part 2):

 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you remind me a lot of Charlie.” Marlena smiled admiringly.

 

“Why would I take that the wrong way?” Chelsea wondered. “For someone as myself being compared to Charlie is one of the biggest compliments.”

 

“Really?” Marlena questioned in shock.

 

“Oh yes.” She insisted. “Charlie’s a major player where we come from. He’s been doing the game a lot longer then either Chase or me.”

 

“Chase?” Marlena echoed.

 

“Yea, he’s the other operative sent to help Charlie. You haven’t met him but you might, who knows.” Chelsea explained. “Chase and I admire Charlie immensely and are so proud to say we’ve worked with him.”

 

“I’ve taken a liking to Charlie myself. He’s sweet and friendly.” Marlena added.

 

“Yea, he’s like the older, wiser, fatherly type to all of us younger, newer operatives.” She remarked.

 

“How long have you been an operative?” Marlena wondered, genuinely interested.

 

“Only about 50 years or so. Chase and I started at the same time.” She answered.

 

“You say you’re new with already 50 years under your belt?” Marlena said in awe.

 

“Put it this way, Charlie’s been a part of the game for over 100 years now.” She pointed out.

 

“Oh my.” Marlena gasped. “But he doesn’t . . .”

 

“Look it?” Chelsea finished. “Yea, we all get to choose how old we want to look when we come down here.”

 

“You mean he could look younger if he wanted to?” Marlena giggled.

 

“Sure can, but he never does.” Chelsea laughed as well.

 

“My, I learn something new each day about your . . . lifestyle.” Marlena hesitated.

 

“Talking with you candidly about my job is a breath of fresh air.” Chelsea admitted. “I’ve never been involved with a native who had to know the truth like you. I like an open line of communication but with my job it’s a no go. With you it’s different and so much fun.”

 

“Believe you me; I am much more thrilled to be able to talk with someone as yourself. It’s not every day I meet a . . . well you know.” Marlena grinned. “If you could, would you trade your job in to live a life like us natives?”

 

“I’ve thought about it before millions of times but I always come back to the same answer, I could never give up what I do. My job means everything to me and the way I am able to help people still amazes me. If I were selfish I would choose to live a full life and then become an operative but it doesn’t work both ways so I go with my passion and being an operative is my passion.” Chelsea declared.

 

“It seems very hypocritical of you to judge me for being so devoted to my work when you are. You, like Charlie, want me to open my life up to change, particularly a change in my love life yet you all . . .” Marlena began.

 

“Hold on a second.” Chelsea exclaimed. “Sorry to interrupt you but I couldn’t let you finish. Who told you being an operative is all work and no play?” Marlena narrowed her gaze, a crooked grin overtaking her lips.

 

“You mean?” Marlena whispered.

 

“Hell yes.” Chelsea affirmed her suspicions. “Being an operative doesn’t mean you have to live like a nun. I’ve dated a few of the other operatives and am currently in a serious relationship.”

 

“Excuse me if I find this odd.” Marlena urged. “I mean I am happy for you but it’s still sort of strange.”

 

“It’s okay. It does seem sort of strange from an outsider’s point of view.” Chelsea rationalized.

 

“Please forgive me, but I have to go and meet a patient. I really wish we could chat some more.” Marlena sighed.

 

“Its fine, I understand.” Chelsea assured her. “I enjoyed talking with you Dr. Evans.”

 

“Before I go, I’ve always meant to ask, why you and Charlie always refer to me as Dr. Evans. Neither of you have ever called me Marlena. Why is that?” Marlena wondered.

 

“That’s just how we operatives operate.” She winked. “I hope you don’t find it offensive.”

 

“Heavens no.” Marlena laughed.

 

“We just try to uphold the highest of manners.” She added.

 

“I do hope you and I can chat again soon.” Marlena urged.

 

“We’ll talk again when the time is right.” Chelsea insisted.

 

“When the time is right?” Marlena echoed.

 

“As much of an omen as it sounds, just trust me.” Chelsea giggled. “We will talk again soon.”

 

“I’ll take your word for it.” Marlena smiled.

 

“Until next time Dr. Evans.” Chelsea proclaimed, extending her hand out.

 

“Until next time Chelsea.” Marlena replied, accepting the handshake.

The afternoon had come and gone rather quickly for Marlena. It was already nearly seven and she and Charlie were riding in the limo in silence. After only 5 minutes, the limo came to a stop and the driver came around to let them out.

 

“We can’t be to the airstrip already.” Marlena doubted. “It takes nearly 20 minutes or so to get there.”

 

“Mr. Black asked that the sessions be moved for your comfort.” Charlie explained, as the pair stepped out of the limo. Marlena was met with the tallest building in the entire town. It was home to the most expensive and spacious penthouses around.

 

Charlie led her in and they took the elevator up 37 flights.

 

“This is where I am to leave you.” Charlie said, stopping before a door. “I will be back when the session is through.”

 

“Thank you Charlie.” She replied as he hopped back on to the elevator. She eyed the wooden door labeled PH 77 and knocked twice.

 

“You’re here.” John exclaimed upon pulling the door open. “Please, come in.” Marlena did as she was told and was surprised at what she saw.

 

The penthouse was very nice, classic, yet modern in its décor. The hallway she stepped in to was more like a small wing in an art museum. Abstract works of art were everywhere, and they were all so amazing.

 

As John took her coat, all she could do was stare in awe at the artwork.

 

“You have a beautiful collection here.” She complimented.

 

“That’s my worst hobby, collecting art. Any and every where I go, I must buy a new piece.” He laughed.

 

“It’s nice to know you don’t blow your money on useless or worthless objects.” She noted.

 

“Funny you should say that. Most of my business associates think I do waste my money on useless and worthless objects. They don’t understand why I purchase dozens of works yet drive a Mercedes that’s 3 years old.” He replied.

 

“A car is just a car but something like this.” She began, approaching an oil painting. “Now this is a gift for the eyes. Just gorgeous.” John came up close behind her, slipping his arm around her waist.

 

“Like you.” He whispered tenderly, as she unknowingly leaned into his body, her eyes slowly closing.

 

Marlena’s first instinct was to spin around and devour his lips, breathe in his overpowering aura of masculinity, drink up his sweetness, but she managed, just barely to overcome that desire. Instead, she took a deep and much needed breath and broke free from his grasp.

 

“Do you mind if we begin our session now?” She mumbled, slightly disoriented from his touch.

 

“Whatever you want.” He smiled, motioning down the hall for her to go on. They made their way to his living room where even more artwork adorned the walls. A fire was burning nicely in the fireplace and a sofa and chair were positioned in place to begin the session.

 

Marlena sat down in the chair and John stretched out on the sofa, his head right near where she sat.

 

“Psycho-analyze me Doc.” He joked, shifting a bit to get comfortable.

 

“Why don’t you begin by telling me any problems you’re having lately.” She suggested.

 

“Any problems?” He wondered.

 

“Any.” She affirmed.

 

“Well, there’s this woman, this incredible woman that’s come in to my life and I’m finding myself rather affected by her.” He began. Though Marlena knew who he was referring to, she wouldn’t let anything rattle her during a session so she played it off as if she were ignorant to whom he was speaking of.

 

“Why do you view this as a problem?” She asked, adjusting her glasses slightly, before poising her pen to take note.

 

“It seems that the more I try to reach out to her, the more she puts up a fight. The last thing I would want to do was make her unhappy.”

 

“Then why do you push her to do or perhaps say something she doesn’t want to say?”

 

“I don’t think it’s that she doesn’t want to, I think it’s that she can’t bring herself to. She and I have shared quite a bit lately and it’s only made our connection that much stronger. She can deny how she feels until she turns blue but I know.”

 

“So, you presume to know how this woman feels without asking her. That’s a bit arrogant don’t you think?”

 

“Ordinarily I would agree, but this situation is different in all ways. She is the polar opposite of other women I’ve dated which thrills me more then you could know. She’s feisty, opinionated, sexy as hell, intelligent, confident, caring . . . all the qualities in a woman that make her irresistible. Every time she looks at me with those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes of hers, I can see the truth.”

 

“And that truth would be?” Marlena hesitated, holding her breath to await the answer.

 

“Only the simplest truth known to mankind: she loves me.”

 

Normally when a man or anyone for that matter would assume her feelings for her, Marlena would blow through the roof, but the moment John spoke those last 3 words, her mind went blank and her heart dropped suddenly. She wished she could tell him it was the biggest lie ever told but it wasn’t and she could no longer deny that. Somehow, some way, for some reason still unknown to her, Marlena had fallen in love with this man.

 

“And.” He continued, somewhat scared to turn around a look her way. “She doesn’t know this but I think she should.” No longer afraid, John sat up and turned to her. She was hunched over, her eyes burning holes in the carpet. Her hands were trembling and he could swear he saw a glimmer of a tear in the corner of her eye. “Doc, will you look at me for a moment?” She shook her head slowly, petrified to dare sneak a peek. “I want you to look at me when I say this, please.” The innocent, and heartfelt plea tugged at her heart and she had no choice but to look up at him. “I love you Doc.”

 

His words sucked out any breath she had left inside of her as she clasped her hand over her mouth, tears falling silently.

 

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He urged, dropping to his knees before her.

 

“I . . . I don’t know what to say.” She stammered, her entire body trembling.

 

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t tell you how I felt with expectation in mind that you would reciprocate. I don’t need that, I don’t want that from you. I want you to be able to tell me how you feel on your own time, on your own terms. Not because you feel obligated to do so.” He assured her, tracing her jaw line with his fingertips. “I just wanted to let you know how I felt to maybe ease your conscience if you were wrestling with any confusing and unknown feelings yourself. The truth is, I only realized that I really did love you once I saw you standing outside my door 10 minutes ago. The moment I saw you it hit me like a tons of bricks: I had been dying to see you all day without even knowing it. Whenever you’re not around, I’m thinking about you and when it is I can see you again.”

 

He continued to caress her face as she searched the depths of his soul through his eyes, hoping to find confirmation on everything that he had just admitted to. Then like some revelation she saw the truth in his eyes and the truth was exactly as he had claimed it to be. Leaving all of her reservations and doubts to fall at the waist side, Marlena slowly leaned in to him, cradling his neck in her hand and placed the softest of kisses on his lips.

 

John pulled her down on to his lap never breaking the kiss, only igniting it further. Just when they were both willing to let their guard down completely, a bright flash of light illuminated the room from the window.

 

“What was that?” Marlena exclaimed, breaking the kiss. They turned to the window and noticed a figure out on the balcony. Another bright flash shone through the glass. Picking her up off of his lap, John went to the window to investigate but he was too late. He could see someone repelling the rest of the way down the building, a camera slung around their neck.

 

“Damn!” He hissed, snatching up his phone. “Charlie, get security down on the ground below my balcony now. A photographer was just careening down the side of the building.”

 

“A what?” Marlena cried as soon as he hung up.

 

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be okay. My security will find him and bring him here.” He replied.

 

“Someone was out there taking pictures of us?” She proclaimed heatedly.

 

“It looks that way.” He agreed. Before she could scream again, the phone rang and John scooped it up.

 

“What do you got Charlie? What? What do you mean he got away? Did they see his license plate? Shit . . . ok . . . tell everyone to stay alert. And I want someone contacting every newspaper and magazine around. I want to know if these pictures are going to be on someone’s front page tomorrow morning. Stay in the lobby, I’ll call you again later.” When he hung up he noticed Marlena had gathered her things and was headed for the door. “Where are you going?”

 

“Anywhere but here.” She fumed. “The front page? Our faces are going to be plastered on the front page?”

 

“Maybe.” He shrugged.

 

“We were kissing.” She gasped. “Do you know how bad this is going to look?”

 

“It wasn’t too bad from where I was during the kiss.” He grinned.

 

“This is serious John. You are my patient, this was a session. I shouldn’t have been kissing you. That violates practically every rule in my profession. I didn’t even show the slightest objectivity tonight.” She explained.

 

“Listen, it’s no big deal. It happens all the time.”

 

“To you but not to me.” She reminded. “When I signed on to be your doctor, I was assured that it would all be held in the strictest of confidence. Having a picture of me kissing you nonetheless on the front page of every newspaper and magazine isn’t my idea of confidential.”

 

“Doc, I understand what . . .” He began.

 

“Just save it John. You moved our sessions here so you could try to charm me into bed, I wasn’t born yesterday. Well smooth move Black, you didn’t manage to get me in the sack but you managed to lose me as your psychiatrist.”

 

“Doc, come on.” He sighed, but it was useless. She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

 

He ran his fingers furiously through his hair, wanting to punch something hard. Suddenly he froze, an idea formulating. He ran to the desk in the living room and grabbed his keys. He wasn’t going to let these people get away with this. He wasn’t going to disappoint Marlena like this.

Marlena awoke with the fear in mind that she was going to see herself on the front page of every newspaper in town. What was worse was the fact that she would be seen kissing her patient, someone she never should have been kissing in the first place . . . but she was.

 

Looking back on the kiss, she doesn’t regret if for one second. She wanted to kiss John, she needed to kiss him. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, touched her . . . she just couldn’t help herself. When she was around John the world outside seemed to fade to black and white while their small, private world grew more colorful and vibrant. He brought her world to life with little or no effort at all. The simplest hello from him could send her heart racing and her mind reeling.

 

But that didn’t change the fact that she had screwed up more so then she could possibly have thought. Self-control was her strength . . . or at least it had been before she met John. One look from him and all self-control was thrown out the window along with any other hindering inhibitions.

 

. . : : . .

 

Marlena managed to make it from her apartment to her office without once spying a headline or a strange glare from someone. She chalked it up to luck and proceeded to check her appointment book when Debra came in.

 

“Dr. Evans did you see the front page of the Spectator?”

 

“No I haven’t Debbie but I’m pretty sure I know what’s there. How bad is it?”

 

“Well it killed 30 people and counting.”

Marlena’s head jerked up in confusion. “It what?”

 

“Yea, that plane crash in Wyoming, it was horrible.” She threw the paper on the desk before Marlena.

 

“Plane crash?” She mumbled, examining the article.

 

“What did you think I was talking about? It’s only been in the news since late last night. I mean every station was covering it and all the newspapers have added their own unique twists to the story.”

 

“It’s on every front page of every newspaper?”

 

“Well yes, no one knows why the plane went down. Everything seemed to be fine aboard the plane. All of the specialists are baffled as to why it crashed.”

Marlena paused for a moment, thinking how this could have happened. “Oh my . . . that’s . . . that’s terrible.”

 

“Dr. Evans are you all right?”

 

“Fine . . . I’m fine Debbie.”

 

“Okay, I’m going to go back to my desk. Buzz me if you need me.”

 

Marlena merely nodded, her focus still aimed at the article, as Debbie left, shutting the door behind her. How could this have happened? She thought. Those pictures of John and I would have caused ten times a stir then this. It just doesn’t make sense . . . unless . . .

 

“It wasn’t me.”

 

Marlena jumped in fright when she noticed Charlie standing before her desk. “Jesus, Charlie what is the matter with you!”

 

“Geez please, not Jesus.” He corrected politely.

 

“Sorry . . . you did this didn’t you?”

 

“I just told you I didn’t.”

 

“Then how?”

 

“How what?”

 

“How did the pictures NOT make it to the front page?”

 

“Beats me.”

 

“You know, so tell me.”

 

“It’s not my place to tell, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

 

“You and your ridiculous omens.”

 

“Sorry for scaring you the way I did, but I wanted to speak with you about last night and why you didn’t follow my instructions.”

 

“Follow your what?”

 

“What did I tell you the last time we spoke?”

 

“I don’t recall. That was a very blurry and confusing conversation.”

 

“I told you to fight the urge to run but you didn’t did you?”

 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to Charlie.”

 

“Last night, when things sort of . . . turned chaotic, you fled. You didn’t even stick around 5 minutes to try and rectify the situation. You gathered up your things and you ran . . . away from Mr. Black when he needed you the most.”

 

“Needed me? Why did he need me?”

 

“You weren’t the only one who would have been affected by those pictures. You failed to realize that Mr. Black was in the same boat as you. You both would have had a lot to lose if those pictures were published in today’s paper.”

 

“Why weren’t they?”

 

“I already told you that it’s not my place to explain that to you.”

 

“Then whose is it? I want to know.”

 

“Why are you so stubborn and pig headed?”

Marlena’s eyes grew wide in shock and embarrassment as well. “How dare you!”

 

“Well it’s true.”

 

Marlena opened her mouth to argue but couldn’t for Charlie was right, she was stubborn, stubborn as hell. “Yea . . . so.”

 

“Did you just say ‘yes . . . so’? I would expect such a comment from a first grader but from a reputable doctor . . . how immature of you Dr. Evans.”

 

“What is this, demean Marlena day or something? Can you drop the wise cracks Charlie, please?”

 

“As long as you get real and start acting like an adult. I swear, you have been my most difficult and confusing assignments to date. I’ve been stuck with some real whoppers in the past but you Dr. Evans, you take the cake.”

 

“I don’t know whether I should be offended or delighted.”

 

“Sarcasm will get you nowhere, but the God’s honest truth will. I am giving you until tonight to come to terms with your thoughts and feelings. If by tonight you are still acting this way, then I have no choice but to call this assignment a failure and walk away.”

 

“I thought you were supposed to be all optimistic and believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that your assignments wouldn’t fail.”

 

“Yea well, things change. There is only so much I can do with someone as unwilling and stubborn as you Dr. Evans. My tricks only stretch so far. The one thing I cannot tamper with is free will. And as of right now, the only way I can turn this assignment around is if I take your free will from you, but I can’t.”

 

“Would you if you could, just so your assignment could work out?”

 

“No, I think that’s horribly wrong to control someone’s life like that.”

 

“What am I supposed to figure out? How can I fix something that I am unaware of?”

 

“Oh you’re aware of it Dr. Evans, you just don’t want to admit it. I have to go now, but I’ll see you later on.”

 

“Are you going to exit like a normal person?”

 

“I don’t think your secretary would like that very much.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“I didn’t come in that way.” He grinned. “And I don’t want to scare her, so I’ll just leave the way I came.”

 

“How was that?”

 

“Like this.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared before Marlena’s eyes.

 

“Show off.” She muttered with a grin.

John was busy pretending to be busy when Charlie dropped by his office.

 

“Mr. Black, do you have a minute?’

 

John’s head jerked up from his mound of papers as he smiled in relief. “Sure do. What’s up Charlie?”

 

“I was hoping you and I could have a talk.”

 

“This sounds serious . . . well take a seat and tell me what’s on your mind.” Charlie obeyed, sliding into the plush chair before John’s desk. John leaned back comfortably, trying to size Charlie up. “Shoot.”

 

“First I need your promise that you will keep this conversation confidential and that you will speak with me as a friend and not as an employee for the time being.”

 

“If it’s that important to you Charlie.”

 

“It is.”

 

“Then I promise. So what’s this all about?”

 

“Mr. Black, how far does your imagination stretch? I mean, how open minded are you?”

 

. . : : . .

 

Though Marlena knew exactly what Charlie meant when he told her to get her act together, she just couldn’t forcer herself to do it. She was afraid to change, afraid that if she did indeed change that it would only blow up in her face and she’d be left back at square one, alone with only her career to keep her warm at night.

 

She had made the decision to just ignore Charlie’s orders and deal with the consequences that would undoubtedly ensue. She honestly didn’t think she had anything to lose.

 

. . : : . .

 

“You seem unusually happy this evening.” Marlena pointed out the moment she met Charlie at the hospital outpatient entrance.

 

“You think?”

 

“I know.”

 

“Well, I had a very worthwhile and beneficial business meeting today.”

 

“Congratulations.”

 

“Hold the congratulations until later. Right now it’s still in the works.”

 

“Whatever you say.”

 

“I am surprised to find you here. After last night, I didn’t think you’d want to meet with Mr. Black anymore.”

 

“I guess you could say my curiosity was peaked earlier when you came to visit me. I want to know about the pictures, and I think John can tell me, at least I hope he can.”

 

“Then let’s not waste anymore time chatting away. Let’s go.”

 

. . : : . .

 

John had a good 3 hours to take in his chat with Charlie and for the first time in those 3 hours, he was finally starting to come to terms with everything. He had to admit though, at first he thought the situation was laughable at best, but now, in an odd and puzzling way, it all made sense.

 

Now all he had to do was get through tonight and all would be right in his life for the first time in years. A knock came to John’s door and he glanced at his watch. “Perfect timing.”

 

“Hey Doc.” Marlena’s first instinct was to run away and never look back but the instant her eyes met his, her feet turned to cement and she was immobile. Besides, Charlie was right by her side. If she even attempted an escape he would stop her in a heartbeat.

 

“Hello John.”

 

“Come in please, and make yourself comfortable. There are some beverages in the living room. Why don’t you go in and relax and I’ll be right there.” She eyed both men suspiciously before she made her way to the living room. “You didn’t have to hunt her down?”

 

“Nope, she was in her normal spot awaiting my arrival.”

 

“Better then we had hoped.”

 

“I have faith in you and in Dr. Evans. Trust that you’re not alone in this Mr. Black.”

 

“Remember, I’m only human, don’t expect a miracle.”

 

“Just remember where the miracles originate and you’ll be fine.” With a grin and a wink, Charlie left for the lobby.

 

Taking a deep breath, John composed himself and went to join Marlena.

 

“What were you two discussing?’

 

“Nothing, just something having to do with work tomorrow that’s all. Did you get yourself something to drink?”

 

“I’m not thirsty, but thank you anyways.” She was standing near the fireplace, her jacket still on.

 

“Are you in a rush to leave?’

 

“I should tell you John, I only came by to ask you a question and then I am leaving.”

 

“What about our sessions?”

 

“I’ve decided to refer you to another psychiatrist on staff at University Hospital. I think it would be better for everyone.”

 

“For everyone or for you?”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 

“The way I see it, you are the only one here with a problem. You are the only one here holding back and not letting themselves act freely.”

 

“Don’t presume to know how I feel John. How dare you question my intentions?”

 

“Someone has to Doc. My God, you don’t see it do you?”

 

“See what? See that you’re an ass? Believe me John; I see that all too clearly.”

 

“Now you’re just acting childish.” He sighed, flopping down on the sofa in frustration.

 

“Oh, you want to talk about childish? How mature was it to bring me here yesterday to seduce me? If you ask me that was childish.”

 

“You know that’s not what I had in mind, so quit lying. You sat right there, in that very chair as I poured my heart out to you and you want to call it childish. You’re not the woman I thought you were Doc.”

 

“And you know me so well don’t you.”

 

“Yes I do, or at least I thought I did. The woman I knew was fearless and strong, an independent type. Someone who knew where she was going and how she was going to get there.”

 

“If you only knew.” She sighed, turning to face the fireplace mantel. She didn’t want to look at him, not now, not when he was being so sincere. She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t do what she came to do and that was to make a clean break.

 

“Now you’re confused and hurt and withdrawn. You need to tear down your walls Doc and let people in.”

 

“How did those pictures not make the front page?”

 

“Changing the subject, very mature.”

 

“I’m waiting.”

 

“I made sure they weren’t published.”

 

“You? How?”

 

“A little thing I like to call money, and lots of it.”

 

“Your reputation does mean more to you then anything else doesn’t it?”

 

“I didn’t do it for myself, I did it for you.” She slowly turned around to face him, a puzzled look on her face.

 

“For me?”

 

“You were upset and worried about what those pictures would do to your personal and professional life, so I made the problem go away. Now, I wish I hadn’t.” He mumbled his last remark.

 

“I don’t understand.”

 

“Come on Doc, you’re an intelligent woman. Can’t you put 2 and 2 together?” She merely stood there, confused and lost. “I did it because I hated that look of pain and panic in your eyes, I did it because it would make you happy, I did it because I love you.”

 

“Don’t say that.”

 

“Say what? The truth? You can’t make me stop loving you, that’s not how it works.”

 

“You don’t mean it, you don’t really love me. It’s all a hoax, a big, divine joke.”

 

“Part of the assignment wasn’t to make me fall in love with you; I did that on my own.”

 

“I . . . I . . . I have to go.” She stumbled toward the doorway, but John grabbed her by the shoulders.

 

“You’re not getting off that easily Doc. I won’t let you run away this time.”

 

“Run?” She muttered, recalling Charlie’s advice. “Charlie . . .”

 

“Told me everything.”

 

“But . . . you weren’t supposed to know. No one was supposed to know.”

 

“Yea, well Charlie hit a brick wall and had no choice but to tell me.”

 

“What brick wall? I never told anyone, I swear.”

 

“Your stubbornness was the brick wall Doc. You made it impossible for Charlie to complete his assignment as ordered without extending the secret to me.”

 

“Well hooray for you John. I’m happy for you, you finally know how screwed up my life’s been lately.”

 

“It was screwed up before Charlie entered it; he’s only trying to fix it.”

 

Marlena glared at him, fury burning in her eyes. “God . . . I just want to slap you!”

 

“Then do it if it will make you sane again!”

 

“I hate you John Black, I hate you!” She shook free of his grasp, and went over to the bar in John’s living room.

 

“No alcohol remember.”

 

“Shut up.” She sputtered, downing a bit of brandy and then pouring a second glass.

 

“Getting drunk won’t help the situation.” He declared, grabbing the glass from her hand.

 

“Give me that!”

 

“Nope.”

 

“You are one self righteous son of a . . .”

 

“Hey now, keep it clean . . . you don’t want you know who hearing such foul words escape those gorgeous lips of yours.”

 

“Why don’t you just leave me alone and let me leave?”

 

“Can’t do that.”

 

“Fine, what do you want me to say? I’ll say it, just so long as I can leave.”

 

“Aren’t you tried of doing this?”

 

“Of doing what?”

 

“Of living your life like this. Standing in front of you is a man, a man willing to love you, a man willing to do anything for you without a moment’s thought and all you can do is spite him.”

 

“You don’t want someone like me John, trust me.”

 

“You and I are two of a kind Doc. We’ve both lived lonely lives, occupying our days and nights with our work. Unlike you, I’ve realized how wrong I was. I never thought I would see the day when I would push my work aside and put myself and my life first.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Today I left work early, 5 hours early to be exact and I went to the park to sit. I sat in the same spot on the same bench for 4 hours just breathing in the fresh air and taking in the beautiful sights. While I was gone, my employees were making accounts and deciding on executive decisions without me. Do you know how happy that made me? I finally realized that sharing most of the responsibility wasn’t a bad thing; in fact it’s the best discovery of my adult life.”

 

“What did you think about for 4 hours?”

 

“My life and what would make me most happy.”

 

“And that would be?”

 

“You.”

“What did you think about for 4 hours?”

 

“My life and what would make me most happy.”

 

“And that would be?”

 

“You.”

 

Chapter Twenty:

 

Marlena was suspended into a parallel universe the moment she heard John’s last remark. Why her? Why did he have to fall in love with her? She didn’t understand it one bit. Her plan for as long as she could remember was to work and that was it. She had no hopes of marrying and starting a family. Not because she didn’t have the desire, she wanted that more then anything. She just knew that it could never happen. Her life had never left room for men or romance, so why should it start now?

 

“John . . .” She whispered breathlessly. “Please . . . don’t.”

 

“Don’t what? Don’t go after what I want? Don’t tell the woman I love just how much she means to me? Don’t try to make myself as happy as I possibly can be?”

 

“I already told you that I could never make you happy.”

 

“Let me be the judge of that. I’m not stupid Doc; I am capable of making adult decisions. Besides, I already know you can make me happy because you’ve made me happy since the second I laid eyes on you on my jet.”

 

“I’m not right for you.”

 

“Why do you keep saying that? What are you not telling me?”

 

“I can’t . . .”

 

“You can’t what?”

 

“I am begging you not to push this.” Her eyes were pleading mercilessly, her hands trembling in fear. She turned away from him and sought support in the sofa. Not missing a beat, John followed her, taking a seat right beside her.

 

“There is something you need to learn Doc, and that’s the fact that I am not going anywhere. You can’t push me away, I won’t let you. So either you continue to fight me without ever winning or you just let me in.” He slid closer to her as she lowered her head into a pillow to muffle the sobs. John placed a hand on her shoulder and she jumped slightly but didn’t retreat. Feeling more confident, her wrapped his other arm around her, wishing he could make the tears stop. God how he hated seeing her like this. “Please . . . let me in.”

 

Suddenly a strange feeling hit Marlena, it was a weary, aching feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was tired, tired of running from her troubles, tired of dodging the issue all together. For years now she had pushed her troubles to the back of her mind and tried her damnedest to forget, but she never did and it was now that she realized she never could. It would always be there to haunt her, to mock her, to torture her. The worst part was the fact that she had no one to comfort her for she had never let anyone in on her secret, not one soul. She was embarrassed, ashamed and too angry to let anyone else know. But now, the tremendous energy that it took to hide such a secret had worn thin and she didn’t have in it in her anymore to cover it up.

 

Mustering up the courage, Marlena turned around to face John. She nearly chickened out when she saw all of the love and warmth radiating out of his eyes, all directed at her and only her.

 

“Oh God.” She sighed longingly. “I would give anything if I could be with you.”

 

“You can be with me.”

 

“You make me feel so wonderful and so special.”

 

“You are wonderful and special, don’t doubt that.”

 

“I wish I was the woman to make all of your dreams come true, God how I wish it could be me.”

 

“It can be you, it is you.”

 

“John, the reason I know I can’t make you happy is because I am unable to give you what you want most in this world.”

 

“All you have to give me is you, that’s all I want, that’s all I need.”

 

“No, that’s not true . . . you may want me, but you also want a family too . . . and like I said, I am unable to give you what you want.”

 

John paused momentarily, confusion written across his face.

 

“I know, you don’t have to say anything. I don’t blame you, honestly John. You didn’t know what you were getting in to when you fell in love with me. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. I’ll just make it easier on you and leave.”

 

She slowly rose to her feet, her hands still entwined in his. The moment before was so raw and beautiful that she couldn’t help but grab a hold of him. But now she had to let go. With one last squeeze, she freed his hands from hers and made her way to the door.

 

John was still on the sofa, the blank expression still occupying his face. Marlena paused at the door, a slight twinge of hope still there.

 

“Don’t be a fool Marlena, he isn’t going to come after you this time.” With one last second of hope, she left, allowing the door to shut behind her.

 

The click of the door stimulated John and he managed to bring himself back to the present. “Doc.” He mumbled, looking around. Jumping to his feet, he dashed down the hallway and out the door. She was still there, about to step into the elevator.

 

“Doc wait!” The urgency and fright in his voice made her look up, her face damp from the tears that seemed to never end. He hurried over to her, his breathing erratic.

 

Marlena’s breath was caught in her throat. Though she told herself not to hope, she couldn’t help it. She loved this man more then anything and believed in him with all that she had.

 

“Look, I know you might think I am just grasping at straws here, but I’m not. I want you in my life Marlena that is the one and only thing I know for sure.”

 

“But what about . . .”

 

“There are other ways to have a family, but I can’t picture myself starting a family without you.”

 

Those were the words she had longed to hear from a man for such a long time. And now that she had actually heard them, it felt like a dream, but she knew in her heart that it wasn’t. Finally she had found a man who was willing to work hard to have a family rather then have one handed to him the traditional way.

 

“I love you.” She whispered softly, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak.

 

“I know.” He smiled, reaching out to touch her. She fell into his arms, her lips quickly meeting his in the softest and sweetest of kisses.

 

“Sorry to interrupt just when you’re getting to the good stuff but it’s time.” A voice declared.

 

The couple broke apart and noticed Charlie, Chase and Chelsea standing there smiling at them.

 

“There’s a whole lifetime to enjoy the good stuff.” John grinned, wrapping his arms around Marlena’s waist as she leaned her back against his body, a grin taking over her lips as well.

 

“You have a radiant smile Dr. Evans.” Charlie complimented sincerely. “Such a beautiful way to end an assignment.”

 

“You’re leaving?” She wondered sadly.

 

“We have to, our assignment is a success and we must move on to others.”

 

“So your assignment was to bring John and me together.”

 

“No, our assignment was to open your heart to love and trust once more. You closed it off for too long.” Marlena smiled appreciatively.

 

“Dr. Evans I would like you to meet Chase, Chase this is Dr. Evans.” Chelsea introduced. “I told you would meet him.”

 

“Nice to meet you Chase.”

 

“Likewise.”

 

“Will we ever see any of you again?” John wondered.

 

“It’s hard to say.” Charlie admitted. “You might and you might not.”

 

“What about up there?” Marlena motioned upward.

 

“I’ll be there to greet you when you arrive.” Charlie replied.

 

“Promise?” She pleaded.

 

“With everything that I have.” He vowed. Marlena was unable to contain her tears any longer, as she pulled Charlie into a warm embrace.

 

“Thank you Charlie. You have become a friend to me, a dear friend.”

 

“You have been my most difficult assignment, but my most favorite Dr. Evans. Don’t close your heart to all the wonders of life again.”

 

“I won’t, I couldn’t. And I won’t ever forget you Charlie.”

 

“I wish that were true, but once we leave, you won’t remember us.”

 

“What?” She exclaimed, pulling back to look at him.

 

“It’s never been this hard before. Normally our assignments don’t even know we’re here. I’m afraid your memory will be altered so you won’t remember us.”

 

“But I don’t want to forget.” She cried.

 

“You’ll remember again, trust in that.”

 

“Charlie, sorry but we have to go.” Chase spoke up.

 

“Good bye Chelsea.” Marlena smiled, giving her a hug.

 

“Not good bye, but see you later.”

 

“Thank you for keeping an open mind Mr. Black.” Charlie proclaimed.

 

“Any time.” John shook his hand.

 

“Now, I need you two to go back into the penthouse and sit on the sofa.” Charlie ordered.

 

“Why?” John wondered.

 

“Trust.” Charlie reminded. John took Marlena’s hand in his own and guided her back into his penthouse. He laid down first and she curled up between his legs, resting against his chest, his arms securely wrapped around her. The moment they were still a sudden and heavy sleep descended upon them.

Seven minutes after they had fallen asleep on John’s sofa, they awoke feeling refreshed and happy.

 

“I could get used to waking up like this.” Marlena murmured with a smile.

 

“Good because this is how it’s going to be for us from now on.” He leaned down and barely kissed her lips sending shivers all throughout her body.

 

“Race you to the bedroom.”

 

“You don’t know where it is.”

 

“Trust me, I can find it.”

 

“How about I take you there.” Their lips met again and this time they didn’t part so quickly. As their mouths became familiar with the other, John scooped her up in his arms, and took her to his room.

 

Marlena’s heart was beating uncontrollably for it had been too long since she had been with a man like this. He placed her down on the black satin sheets of his bed, his hands trailing the length of her sides, from her shoulder, to her thighs, then to the tips of her toes. His touch made her squirm in anticipation.

 

Reaching up, her eyes locked on his, she began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, savoring the moment. Running her fingers across his tanned, hardened chest, she slid his shirt off with ease.

 

John’s hands traveled to her back where he found the zipper to her dress. He quickly freed her from the useless cloth, admiring the wonder he found beneath.

 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered. Marlena backed away from him, as he crawled toward her, the satin sheets wrinkling beneath them. Her back met the headboard and John grinned naughtily at her predicament; he had her pinned.

 

There wasn’t anywhere Marlena would rather be at that moment then trapped by John, on the verge of experiencing the most exhilarating, satisfying, sensual time of her life.

 

A lock of her golden hair had fallen over her eyes, and John gently brushed it back.

 

“You mesmerize me with the smallest of glances.” He breathed.

 

“You talk too much.” She insisted, pulling his mouth to hers. Before either knew what was going on, they were undressed and under the sheets.

 

“I love you.” She whispered into his ear.

 

“I love you too.”

 

. . : : . .

 

Marlena was sitting on John’s sofa, wearing one of his button down shirts, her hair disheveled from the hours of pleasure she and John had spent in bed. Marlena’s hunger is what brought them out to the living room.

 

“I’ll go make some popcorn and you find a movie for us to watch.”

 

Marlena grabbed the TV guide and flipped through the pages. “Do you need some help in there?”

 

“If you come in here, the popcorn won’t get made.” He called back.

 

“Don’t you possess any self control Mr. Black?”

 

“Not where you’re concerned.”

 

She giggled loudly, continuing to peruse the list of movies. “Casablanca?”

 

“It’s starting already.” He cried in horror. “I love you Doc but a chick flick is out of the question tonight.”

 

“We aren’t going to watch some action adventure where someone is karate chopped to death every other scene.”

 

“If you get scared from all the blood you can always seek comfort in my arms.”

 

“Aren’t you just the knight in shining armor?” She teased.

 

John returned from the kitchen, a bowl in one hand and two sodas in the other.

 

“I’ll take that.” She insisted, snatching the bowl from his hands before he could even sit down.

 

“You know, most men would be disgusted by such a display from a woman.”

 

“It’s all your fault.”

 

“How is it my fault?”

 

“What we did back there in your bed . . . now that was a workout.” She grinned, offering him some popcorn. Grinning, he allowed her to slide the kernels into his mouth.

 

“Popcorn just tastes better when an incredibly gorgeous woman is feeding it to you.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and began to kiss her open palm.

 

“Boy . . . oh boy.” She sighed in pleasure. “Movie . . .”

 

“Right, the movie.” He gave her hand one last kiss and then grabbed the TV guide. “Did you pick one out?”

 

“I was in the process of doing that.” She persisted, snatching the guide from his hands.

 

“A take charge kind of gal . . . that’s the best kind.” He winked, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

 

“Pig.” She giggled, searching the movie list once more. “What about this one?” She showed him the guide, pointing out the movie.

 

“It’s a chick flick.”

 

“Yes, but it’s a chick flick with lots of action.”

 

“A compromise movie . . . no wonder you’re the smart one.”

 

“And don’t you forget that.” She smiled, giving him a kiss.

 

John turned the TV to the right channel and Marlena snuggled up to him, the popcorn close at hand. The sounds of the movie quickly filled the silence.

 

“Good Morning Angels.”

 

“Good Morning Charlie.”

 

THE END