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<blockquote data-quote="Justine" data-source="post: 145041" data-attributes="member: 404"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>[MEDIA=youtube]2JCtyOkngF8[/MEDIA]</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">Blue Christmas</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Season 5 (Between "Waterloo at Southfork" and "Barbecue Two")</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen carefully placed the red-coloured bauble on the Christmas tree she had purchased at the very last minute. At least, her Sheraton Dallas Hotel suite was semi-festive. It wasn’t the perfect first Christmas away from Southfork she had pictured by any means, but it would suffice.</p><p></p><p>“Ma-ma,” John Ross haphazardly toddled toward his mother with another bauble from the small collection.</p><p></p><p>“<em>Another one</em> for the tree?” Sue Ellen dramatically declared, the same way all parents reacted in amazement to their infant children, and lifted him into the air to help him add the decoration to the tree. “Isn’t that pretty, John Ross?” Sue Ellen tenderly cradled her son close to her chest and inhaled his sweet smell. He was the only one who could fill the empty void. Still, she had started to wonder if she should have waited until after the holiday season to depart the Southern Cross Ranch, or even if she should return to Southfork.</p><p></p><p>With one cup and one bottle of warm, hot chocolate in their tummies, Sue Ellen curled up in the double bed with her son and recited <em>A Visit from Saint Nicholas</em> the way her father had done when she and Kristin were small children. Once he fell asleep, Sue Ellen resettled John Ross into his crib and she nestled into the armchair near the window that overlooked the Dallas city centre. Snowflakes had already started to fall from the sky and festive decorations adorned the streets below; yet, Sue Ellen had never felt quite so detached from the joy that ordinary people revelled in.</p><p></p><p>The abrupt noise of the telephone disrupted her contemplation and Sue Ellen reluctantly reached to answer the call. “Hello?”</p><p></p><p>There was a momentary pause and Sue Ellen almost replaced the receiver, until she heard the sound of <em>his</em> breath. He was so familiar to her, he didn’t even have to say a word. Her body stiffened, when he finally addressed her by name. “Sue Ellen.” It was the <em>first</em> time she truly missed J.R.. She didn't realise it, until she heard his voice.</p><p></p><p>“J.R..” They had last encountered one another in divorce court and, with their circumstance still so fresh, she had yet to decipher how to manoeuvre around any problems with her ex-husband, without the provocation of world war 111. “How did you -”</p><p></p><p>“Mama told me you left the Southern Cross. You weren’t too hard to find, without Farlow’s protection.” J.R. bluntly informed her and his choice of words confirmed the threat that fuelled Sue Ellen’s fear of him; <em>he had the means and motive to be two steps ahead of her at every turn. </em>His words were soaked in recent defeat for custody of their son and Bourbon. “Sue Ellen, it’s Christmas Eve.” His tone reprimanded her and it was as if he were in the room. “I’d like to speak to my boy.” Southfork may have been home but it was also the place that hurt his heart most; his father in South America, Bobby surrounded by his wife and new son… J.R. had never experienced such loneliness before. It was an affliction that no amount of money or women could cure.</p><p></p><p>“He’s asleep, J.R.,” she softly replied, sympathetic to his melancholy. It could easily have been her without their son on Christmas and she didn’t doubt that her sobriety would have trickled down the drain, had that been the case. Sue Ellen heard his desolation and clutched the phone in her hand. “Why don’t you call back tomorrow? Clayton and I have reservations for lunch, but John Ross and I will be here until then.” J.R. cleared his throat and the sound was one of acceptance. Desperate to end the conversation, as soon as possible, Sue Ellen cautiously wished him well, “Merry Christmas, J.R..”</p><p></p><p>J.R. resisted the compulsion to bite back. “Yeah... Merry Christmas.” It would certainly be a blue Christmas without her and John Ross to celebrate with him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Justine, post: 145041, member: 404"] [CENTER][B][MEDIA=youtube]2JCtyOkngF8[/MEDIA] [SIZE=7]Blue Christmas[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Season 5 (Between "Waterloo at Southfork" and "Barbecue Two")[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] [B][/B] Sue Ellen carefully placed the red-coloured bauble on the Christmas tree she had purchased at the very last minute. At least, her Sheraton Dallas Hotel suite was semi-festive. It wasn’t the perfect first Christmas away from Southfork she had pictured by any means, but it would suffice. “Ma-ma,” John Ross haphazardly toddled toward his mother with another bauble from the small collection. “[I]Another one[/I] for the tree?” Sue Ellen dramatically declared, the same way all parents reacted in amazement to their infant children, and lifted him into the air to help him add the decoration to the tree. “Isn’t that pretty, John Ross?” Sue Ellen tenderly cradled her son close to her chest and inhaled his sweet smell. He was the only one who could fill the empty void. Still, she had started to wonder if she should have waited until after the holiday season to depart the Southern Cross Ranch, or even if she should return to Southfork. With one cup and one bottle of warm, hot chocolate in their tummies, Sue Ellen curled up in the double bed with her son and recited [I]A Visit from Saint Nicholas[/I] the way her father had done when she and Kristin were small children. Once he fell asleep, Sue Ellen resettled John Ross into his crib and she nestled into the armchair near the window that overlooked the Dallas city centre. Snowflakes had already started to fall from the sky and festive decorations adorned the streets below; yet, Sue Ellen had never felt quite so detached from the joy that ordinary people revelled in. The abrupt noise of the telephone disrupted her contemplation and Sue Ellen reluctantly reached to answer the call. “Hello?” There was a momentary pause and Sue Ellen almost replaced the receiver, until she heard the sound of [I]his[/I] breath. He was so familiar to her, he didn’t even have to say a word. Her body stiffened, when he finally addressed her by name. “Sue Ellen.” It was the [I]first[/I] time she truly missed J.R.. She didn't realise it, until she heard his voice. “J.R..” They had last encountered one another in divorce court and, with their circumstance still so fresh, she had yet to decipher how to manoeuvre around any problems with her ex-husband, without the provocation of world war 111. “How did you -” “Mama told me you left the Southern Cross. You weren’t too hard to find, without Farlow’s protection.” J.R. bluntly informed her and his choice of words confirmed the threat that fuelled Sue Ellen’s fear of him; [I]he had the means and motive to be two steps ahead of her at every turn. [/I]His words were soaked in recent defeat for custody of their son and Bourbon. “Sue Ellen, it’s Christmas Eve.” His tone reprimanded her and it was as if he were in the room. “I’d like to speak to my boy.” Southfork may have been home but it was also the place that hurt his heart most; his father in South America, Bobby surrounded by his wife and new son… J.R. had never experienced such loneliness before. It was an affliction that no amount of money or women could cure. “He’s asleep, J.R.,” she softly replied, sympathetic to his melancholy. It could easily have been her without their son on Christmas and she didn’t doubt that her sobriety would have trickled down the drain, had that been the case. Sue Ellen heard his desolation and clutched the phone in her hand. “Why don’t you call back tomorrow? Clayton and I have reservations for lunch, but John Ross and I will be here until then.” J.R. cleared his throat and the sound was one of acceptance. Desperate to end the conversation, as soon as possible, Sue Ellen cautiously wished him well, “Merry Christmas, J.R..” J.R. resisted the compulsion to bite back. “Yeah... Merry Christmas.” It would certainly be a blue Christmas without her and John Ross to celebrate with him. [/QUOTE]
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