I don't own any of the characters in this story and no copyright infringement is intended.
This fic is an alternate timeline where the dream season wasn't a dream. It picks up after the last episode of season 9.
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Life Is But a Dream
Part 29:
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"Would you please calm down? All I'm saying is maybe you should skip your appointment today."
"Why, JR?" Sue Ellen demanded. "Don't you want me to get my memories back?"
"Of course I do!" He defended. "But Donna brought up some very valid concerns about your therapist and how upset you were after your last session…"
"Funny, Donna never brought up any concerns to me!"
"Of course not, Sue Ellen. She probably didn't want to upset you!"
"Oh yes. Because I am emotionally fragile, overly dramatic, and flat out crazy!"
"No one is saying that, Sue Ellen," JR tried desperately to keep his temper in check.
"No," she agreed flatly, "none of you are saying it, but you all think it!"
"I don't, " his voice turned soft and gentle. "I don't think that at all, honey. I think you've been traumatized and your behavior is appropriate."
"But you don't believe me about Bobby, do you?" She challenged.
"I believe you saw something, Sue Ellen, but it couldn't have been Bobby."
"See? You do think I'm crazy," tears spilled out of her eyes. "You promised you'd look into it, but you haven't. "
"Sue Ellen.. " JR was interrupted by a knock on their bedroom door. He growled under his breath, walked over, and snatched the door open. "Yes?"
"Sorry, JR," Clayton said sheepishly from the doorway. "But Harry McSween is on the phone. He says it's an emergency. "
JR nodded, closed the door, and walked over to pick up the phone on the bedside table. "Harry? It's JR."
JR listened silently, his face turning dark and angry. "Get over here right away. "
"What is it, JR?" Sue Ellen's voice was weak and worried.
"I'm not sure yet," he told her truthfully, "but it's nothing good. Sue Ellen...please. Just promise me you'll stay away from that therapist until I can figure out what's going on. In fact, I need you to promise me you won't leave Southfork at all. Please, honey."
"You...you think someone is still trying to hurt me, JR?"
"I do,' he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and cupping her face in his hands. "I couldn't live if anything happened to you. Please promise me."
"Alright, JR," she gave in reluctantly. "I don't like it. But I trust you. I'll stay home."
"Thank you, Sue Ellen," he leaned forward and kissed her. "I promise you won't regret it."
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Jerry slammed down the phone and let out a string of curses.
Barnes was still alive.
There had been a traffic jam and the car hadn't been able to get up enough speed to cause a violent enough impact to kill the bastard. He was in the hospital, bruised, concussed, and wounded - but still alive.
Nothing was going according to his plans recently. Barnes still had the folder on JR from Maxton, and he would probably soon be spilling his guts about where he got it.
The CIA was watching his research so closely that he couldn't even safely contact Doctor Ellis. He needed to make sure Ellis had a handle on Bobby Ewing and that there was no threat the youngest Ewing brother would ever be a problem, but there was no way to do that now.
Worst of all, Sue Ellen was still pregnant. So far she'd only had one session with the therapist. JR had her tucked safely away at Southfork where even Jerry's goons couldn't get to her.
He had to admit that the walls were closing in on him. And he had to figure out what he was going to do about it - fast.
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"Pam?"
Pam looked up as her husband walked from the bathroom back towards the bed. "I'm alright, Mark," she sighed.
"Worried about Cliff?"
"A little," she shrugged. "I'm so relieved that he's okay, but.."
"But what?"
"But he's hiding something. He doesn't think this was a random accident. Something is going on and I can't figure it out. "
"The police said it was probably just a random drunk driver," Mark reminded her.
"In a car with no registration and no plates?" Pam said doubtfully. "Cliff is involved in something bad and it's caught up with him. I can feel it deep down, Mark. Someone tried to kill my brother."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go see JR," she informed him. "Whatever Cliff has done, you can bet your bottom dollar it's about JR. And I am going to find out exactly what's going on here."
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"Whoa. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for your sister," Jack informed the young blond who had answered the door at April's mother's trailer. "Let me in, Michelle. I know she's here."
"You can come in," Michelle said, moving aside to let him through the door, "but she isn't here. At least not at the moment. She took Mama to the doctor."
"When will she be back?"
"Hard to say," Michelle shrugged, gesturing for him to have a seat on the couch. "Chemo today."
"Chemo?" Jack repeated.
"Mama is real sick, " Michelle said sadly. "Sit down, I'll get you some coffee, and I'll tell you all about it."
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"Lucy?"
Lucy put down her magazine, looked up, and smiled at her grandmother. "Hi, Grandma."
"Good morning," Ellie breezed into the dining room. "Do you have plans for the day?"
"Not really," Lucy answered. "Figured I'd hang out with John Ross and the rest of the kids. JR doesn't want any of us leaving the ranch."
"You've been a great comfort to John Ross this last little while."
"I care a lot about that kid. He reminds me of me when I was that age. Stuck dealing with the constant drama surrounding Ewing adults."
"Yes. Southfork is often a difficult place to live as a child," Ellie admitted. "Mitch must miss you terribly. Have you thought about when you will be returning home?"
"This is my home, Grandma," Lucy's voice was flat. "And I don't want to go back to Atlanta."
"I see," Ellie said, carefully keeping her tone even. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"Yes," Lucy smiled a sad smile, "yes, Grandma. I really would."
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JR wouldn't have tried to kill him.
In all the years, all the battles, Cliff had never once been worried that JR would stoop to murder.
That crash had been no accident. But JR Ewing wasn't the guilty party.
And that left only one possibility as to the identity of his would be assassin.
"Kenderson," Cliff croaked out, his throat dry and his head pounding. "Jerry Kenderson tried to have me killed."
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JR pushed the folder aside, stood up, and walked to the window.
Clayton, McSween, and Ray sat silently, waiting for her to speak.
McSween had been woken up at 5:00 am by the ringing of his apartment doorbell. He'd opened the door to find an envelope lying on the ground outside his door. The envelope contained a folder. The folder contained pages and pages of information: phone logs from the jail, financial records of shell companies and individuals, Sue Ellen's medical charts, the complete service record of BD Calhoun, and the complete medical history of a man named Richard Rice.
"Any way to find out who owns the movie number that Lowell and Maxton both called from the jail?"
"I put in for a warrant," McSween told him. "But that will take a lot of time. Not to mention trying to get a judge to accept an anonymous package that showed up at my door as probable cause. It would go faster if you could get Harv Smithfield to use his contacts at the Justice Department."
"Are we going to talk about this so-called Robert Rice?" Ray demanded.
"It can't be Bobby," JR said stubbornly. "I watched him die."
"Same blood type, same scars, same physical description. Jesus, JR! The same dental records! Sue Ellen saw him!"
"That number…" Clayton muttered. "It's the key. All those calls. From the jail, from Sue Ellen's doctors...even from Cliff Barnes. We have got to know who owns that line."
"Why wait on a search warrant?" A shaky voice said from the doorway. "Why not just go ask my brother what the hell is going on?"
"Pam," JR turned toward the voice. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," her voice broke. "JR...Bobby…"
"Is dead," JR cut her off. "Someone is playing sick mind games with us."
"We need to go see Cliff," Pam insisted.
"Yes," JR agreed. "But we need to figure out exactly how we're going to handle him. Ray," he said, turning to face his brother. "Go get Lucy. Pam needs to hear what she told us yesterday. "
"JR! We need to go see Cliff right now!"
"No, Pam," he said firmly. "We have to do this carefully. There are a lot of lives at stake, including your brother's. We can't afford even one small, single mistake."
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Daughtry smiled ruefully when he heard the door open. He didn't need to turn around. He knew who had come to see him. "You're later than I expected you'd be."
"Did you think I wouldn't find out what you did?"
"Of course I knew you'd find out," Daughtry chuckled. "I just told you I was expecting you."
"Why? You knew I'd have to kill you. But you still sent that package to McSween."
"Because I have no intention of being a part of the murder of an innocent woman," Daughtry shrugged.
"You haven't prevented it. She has to die. All you did was put yourself in the ground with her."
"JR Ewing will know everything soon."
"Maybe, but he'll be dead long before he can tell a soul. Him and his wife."
"Are you going to kill McSween too? And Barnes? What about Krebbs and Farlowe? Too many people know by now. You can't kill them all."
"Of course I can," Calhoun laughed, "I will kill them all. Starting with you."
Calhoun raised his gun and shot Daughtry in the back of the head three times. He watched emotionless as the other man crumpled dead to the floor.
"One down," he grinned, placing the gun back into its holster, "and the rest to go."
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