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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 12/??
Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them safe and sound and with big smiles on their faces.  ;)

A/N - Because rubberbisquit asked soooo nicely.  Now all we need is Inanna to update her story  [cough, cough]  :)


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Heather blinked, disoriented by the fact that not only was she in unfamiliar surroundings, she was naked, and ached in muscles she didn't know she had. Memory quickly flooded back, and she rolled over to look beside her, only to realize she was alone. Beck had left a dim light on during the night, and she glanced at the clock beside the light to see it was only 5:00 a.m.

She started a little as the door, which had been ajar, was pushed open, and Beck came in. Heather stared at him, thinking he looked scrumptious in boxers and a soft grey t-shirt, his hair a little rumpled. His eyes were wide, vulnerable, hopeful and he looked like a little boy afraid he was in trouble, but hoping he had done something right. Heather could feel a softening deep inside her as their eyes met.

"Oh," he said, his tone crestfallen, "you're awake."

Heather gave him a puzzled smile. "You sound disappointed."

"I am," he said, reclining on the bed beside her, leaning over her, pushing her gently back against the pillows. "You looked so sweet, all snug under the blanket. I was looking forward to waking you up." He gave her a slow, wicked grin as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers. "Unwrapping you like a Christmas present," he added, his voice husky.

"Oh," she sighed, her eyes wide and the blush starting.

He kissed her, a slow sensuous exploration of her mouth. He pressed her into the mattress, his hand cupping the back of her head as he kissed her. She put her arms around his shoulders, one hand on the nape of his neck, while the other slowly stroked down his back. She could feel the dark hunger and need in him, but carefully controlled, and she felt a thrill of power because she knew she could make him lose that control with a touch, or a look, or a sound.

When he moved from her mouth to her earlobe, and then nibbled his way down her neck, she realized that he could do the same for her. She sighed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and then, with an effort of will, she asked, "When do you go on duty?"

He lifted his head from where her neck met her shoulder to look into her eyes. "I've just given myself a late start today - 09:00."

Heather gave him a slow smile. "Ah," she said. "Then why are you wearing so many clothes?"

He buried his face into her shoulder and laughed. "I made a call to HQ to change the duty schedule. Then I checked on the men outside. I figured at least they would appreciate it if I was wearing something."

She chuckled softly, holding him close as he dropped light kisses across her collarbone. When he lifted his head, she kissed him. The dark hunger rose up, and the kiss quickly turned carnal and raw. With a groan, he pulled back, his breathing rapid.

"What's wrong?" she panted, her eyes wide.

"Absolutely nothing," he sighed, "but I want to do this the way I originally planned. I hadn't expected we wouldn't even make it to the bedroom, or that we wouldn't have time to talk about...some stuff...or that we wouldn't have time to do everything I've been dreaming about for months. Or - " he hesitated, giving her a half-bashful, half-remorseful look, "or to use the condoms I got from Kenchy yesterday."

Heather stared at him, and for the first time, Beck blushed.

"You went to Kenchy?" Heather said faintly.

"Well - yes. And believe me, that's not a conversation I want to repeat any time soon."

Heather struggled to hold back a smile.

"And then I ran into Darcy on the way out."

Heather burst out laughing, and Beck sighed, and buried his face in her neck. Heather hugged him as she laughed harder.

When she stopped, he raised his head and gave her a rueful look. She smiled, a true grin, and she couldn't remember the last time she had smiled like that.

"I have to tell you something, though."

Heather's grin faltered at the serious tone of his voice.

He took a deep breath. "My wife...had a very difficult pregnancy. She almost died. A second pregnancy could have been worse. So, I had a vasectomy after my daughter was born. I didn't go to Kenchy because I was worried I'd get you pregnant, but because I thought it would make you feel more comfortable if we used them for awhile."

She opened her mouth, and he hastily added, "I haven't slept with anybody except my wife since I met her - but I don't expect you to just take my word for it."

Heather looked at him silently, trying not to feel disappointed that Beck couldn't father any more children, and telling herself to take a step back. Besides the fact that the world had gone to hell in a handbasket, it was far too soon in the relationship to think of children, or whether it was something she even wanted.

He sighed. "I was going to tell you last night during dinner."

"Very... um...planned of you." Heather said cautiously.

Beck looked uncomfortable. "I thought it was something you deserved to know before..." He paused. "I - I haven't - uh - dated anyone other than my wife for 17 years. I'm a bit...rusty."

Heather couldn't resist the vulnerability in his eyes. "You don't seem "rusty" at all," she replied softly. "And it's not like I have a lot of experience in this area, either, so...I say we just figure it out as we go." She was rewarded by the relief on his face.

She quickly kissed him and then pulled back to give him a teasing look. "So what, exactly, is this "everything" you've been dreaming about for months?"

With a grin, he proceeded to show her.

After a nap and a shower, they sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Beck broke into his carefully hoarded stock of coffee because, he said, if this wasn't a special occasion, he didn't know what was.

Heather laughed at him, her face alight with a smile.

As they ate, they discussed the agenda for the day.

"I meet with Gray and Anita at 10:00 - I was supposed to meet with you at 11:00 - " she gave him a questioning look.

Beck shook his head. "As much as I would love to see you, there's no need to meet. The supply run is cancelled - for today," he added hastily at the look on her face. "My men had some leads yesterday about Constantino's location - I need to check those out before I authorize anybody to go out for a week or two. We also need to re-assess the route, since some of the towns on the way will only deal directly with me. I'm not leaving the area until Constantino is no longer a threat," he explained.

Heather stared at him, her face solemn. "Okay," she sighed. She was silent for a moment, and then she sighed again. "I came here last night to apologize."

He raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"For hurting you. For bringing up what's past, and done."

Beck shook his head, and glanced down at the empty plate in front of him.

"You were right," he said quietly, "it didn't work so well the last time. People have long memories, and I don't blame them. And I don't blame you for being afraid of what I could do."

"I'm not afraid of what you could do," Heather protested. "You're a good man. I just - I was just angry and I wanted you to listen to me."

Beck gave her a rueful half-smile. "I always listen to you, Heather."

"Not always."

"Not always right away," Beck amended. He leaned forward across the table. "I told you in the storm cellar that you were young, and innocent, and hopeful for the future in spite of the past. That's all true. And you're my...my guiding star, if you like, showing me the way through these dark days. Believe me when I tell you that, even if I don't - or can't - follow your advice, I always hear it."

Heather shifted uncomfortably, and couldn't think of a single thing to say. After a moment, Beck stood, taking the dishes to the sink. He turned to her. "We have to go."

She nodded and stood. He walked to her and stopped in front of her. "My men will escort you wherever you want to go," he said softly. "Better to be safe than sorry."

Heather sighed and nodded. "I'll be good."

Beck put his arms around her. "You're always good," he said, and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was a slow exploration of each other's mouth and lips and tongue. Heather sighed as she clung to him, revelling in the pure, timeless sensuality of the moment.

With a reluctant groan, Beck slowly broke the kiss. "I would do almost anything to stay here with you for the next - oh - week. Or so."

Heather laughed. "Me too. But we have responsibilities."

"We do." Beck agreed. He dropped a last, quick kiss on her lips and released her. "We need to go."

Heather sighed and nodded and they left Beck's house to face the day.

Heather and her guards went to the location of the salvage operations to check the progress and status. Things were proceeding rapidly, and Heather was pleased.

She met with Anita and Gray to give her status report. Gray was not happy that Beck had delayed the supply run, and made his displeasure clear to Heather, to such an extent that Heather finally snapped, "I'm not the liaison anymore - remember? If you have issues with Major Beck's decision, either tell him yourself, or send your town manager to do the job."

Gray looked taken aback at Heather's vehemence.

"It's okay, Gray," Anita soothed, "I'll talk to Edward this afternoon."

Heather tried hard not to roll her eyes.

"Fine," Gray snapped. "In the meantime, we have a report that there's some old equipment in an abandoned garage in the north end of town. Old cars, or tractors, or something. I want you to check it out this morning, and get back to Anita this afternoon."

"Why the rush?" Heather asked.

"If the tip is true, we'll add any required parts to the shopping list when Beck and his men head out. Which had better be tomorrow," Gray added, glaring hard at Heather.

Heather nodded. "'Fine." She checked the time. "I'll go there now." Heather looked at Anita. "It won't take long," she said. "I should be able to get back to you before lunch."

Anita nodded coolly. "I'll be here," she said.

Heather left city hall, and walked with her two guards to the abandoned house and garage. She waited on the sidewalk with one soldier while the other swept the garage for intruders. They then escorted her into the building and left her alone to assess the equipment. There was an old car and a truck, and Heather the hood on the car to take a look. She was quickly engrossed in the old engine, humming happily as she assessed what would be needed to get the engine working again, while underneath she thought of the night before and the morning, anticipated the joy of making the old engine work again, and looked forward to her evening.

With a contented sigh, she closed the hood and moved to the truck.

When she finished with the truck, she left the garage, cheerfully calling out "I'm ready to go, Corporals!" as she opened the door. She caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, there was a blinding pain, and everything went black.

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nativefloridian
Nov. 25th, 2008 03:51 am (UTC)
"I've just given myself a late start today - 09:00."

Heather gave him a slow smile. "Ah," she said. "Then why are you wearing so many clothes?"


*snicker*

the whole Beck/Kenchy/condoms thing is hilarious.

"I'm not the liaison anymore - remember? If you have issues with Major Beck's decision, either tell him yourself, or send your town manager to do the job."


You go girl.

Gray looked taken aback at Heather's vehemence.

Something tells me he'd better get used to it.

"I'll talk to Edward this afternoon."

Heather tried hard not to roll her eyes.


Seriously. For you, it's Major Beck. Although it would be hysterical to have Anita present as Heather calls him Ed, even Eddy. I think her head would explode.

Y'know, Anita's not very good at this. She keeps sending Heather on errands that are only known to a couple of people. Not hard to correlate and find the common link.
rubberbisquit
Nov. 25th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
You go girl.

*chuckle* That's what I said too, lolz

Y'know, Anita's not very good at this. She keeps sending Heather on errands that are only known to a couple of people. Not hard to correlate and find the common link.

Yeah, I still hate her face. I hope Heather does something not at all nice to her. Like breaks her nose or something.
shirleyann66
Nov. 26th, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
the whole Beck/Kenchy/condoms thing is hilarious.

Not to mention, running into Darcy afterwards...
And once again, I curse the fact that this is only from Heather's point of view.

I may need to do a whole other set of chapters that are just Beck's point of view - cause he has all the funny stuff.
nativefloridian
Nov. 26th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
I may need to do a whole other set of chapters that are just Beck's point of view - cause he has all the funny stuff.

We wait with bated breath.
rubberbisquit
Nov. 25th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
First off, look at the icon. Yes, between you and nativefloridian I have been enjoying myself and re-reading stories and generally relaxing because this day has been awesome!

she was naked, and ached in muscles she didn't know she had

That's a pretty good sign of a night well spent, in my opinion.

"Unwrapping you like a Christmas present," he added, his voice husky.

But she's already naked! Oh Major, you tease! I can see Heather now wrapping up in a sheet, tying a big bow on top and wearing an expectant look, waiting for the present-opening.

"I've just given myself a late start today - 09:00."

*clears throat*

< channel Bruce Campbell >

It's good to be the King

</ channel Bruce Campbell >

"Well - yes. And believe me, that's not a conversation I want to repeat any time soon."

Maybe not for you Beck, but thinking about it is sending me into uncontrollable giggles at the very thought.

I didn't go to Kenchy because I was worried I'd get you pregnant, but because I thought it would make you feel more comfortable if we used them for awhile.

I ain't gonna lie. A man that's willing to think that far ahead about her comfort is HOT. Steaming freaking hot and wow I need a cold drink right now.

Beck gave her a rueful half-smile. "I always listen to you, Heather."

And now for our total awwwwwwwwwww moment of the chapter

With a reluctant groan, Beck slowly broke the kiss. "I would do almost anything to stay here with you for the next - oh - week. Or so."

BUT! Constantino wouldn't be able to get in to YOUR house! It's totally under guard 24/7 and you could send someone else out to do that stuff that you needed to do and pleeeeeasseeeeee?

"I'm not the liaison anymore - remember? If you have issues with Major Beck's decision, either tell him yourself, or send your town manager to do the job."

Okay, go Heather. You rawk girl.

I'm beginning to feel like Gray might be the one that turned. With him trying to rush Heather out to the sheds for the cars, it feels like it. And I know it still might be Anita, she was there for the convo. But I have this horrible sinking feeling that Beck is going to be killing Gray in one of those coming five chapters.

She was quickly engrossed in the old engine, humming happily as she assessed what would be needed to get the engine working again, while underneath she thought of the night before and the morning, anticipated the joy of making the old engine work again, and looked forward to her evening.

I love that Heather is just a gear head. I loved it on the show and I love that you've incorporated it so nicely in your story. I've had this HUGE soft spot in my heart for female wiz mechanics since Kaylee on Firefly and I totally compare her and Heather all the time. So yay!

She caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, there was a blinding pain, and everything went black.

OH NOOOOOOOEEEZZZZZ!!!!!

*bounce*

Can I have more please?

Edited at 2008-11-25 03:54 am (UTC)
nativefloridian
Nov. 25th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
I'm beginning to feel like Gray might be the one that turned. With him trying to rush Heather out to the sheds for the cars, it feels like it. And I know it still might be Anita, she was there for the convo. But I have this horrible sinking feeling that Beck is going to be killing Gray in one of those coming five chapters.

Well, Anita was the one who sent her to the farm where they later found dead deputy after the storm.

That said, Gray needs a good smack upside the head every so often.
shirleyann66
Nov. 26th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
First off, look at the icon.

That icon is AWESOME!!!! :-D And I felt the same about you and Nativefloridian's updates. Life is good.

That's a pretty good sign of a night well spent, in my opinion.

Mine too. LOL

I'm beginning to feel like Gray might be the one that turned. With him trying to rush Heather out to the sheds for the cars, it feels like it. And I know it still might be Anita, she was there for the convo. But I have this horrible sinking feeling that Beck is going to be killing Gray in one of those coming five chapters.

Stay tuned...the next chapter will hopefully be finished soon...

I love that Heather is just a gear head.

I love it a lot, too. One of the "disappointments" regarding Heather for me during season 2 was that they let that aspect of her personality/character fall by the wayside. Of course, we got the outstanding relationship with Beck, but really - she could have been so much more useful in season 1 - which would have made her even more useful to Beck in season 2. Sigh.

But I just love the geeky side of her - however it's expressed (mechanics, science experiments, working with kids, nervousness around half-naked men... ;) )

Can I have more please?

Soon - hopefully the next couple of days. :) And the same request back at ya for Joie (or anything else you get done...)
inanna7
Nov. 25th, 2008 08:40 pm (UTC)
Excellent pillow talk, especially on Beck's part. Actually it reminds me a little bit of Bull Durham, especially when Heather says "Oh." It reminds me of Susan Sarandon saying "Oh, my..." to Kevin Costner's little speech on what he believes in.

Hmm, I wouldn't call not making it to the bedroom "rusty", but that's just me. I also like the fact that you wrote Heather saying that didn't have a lot of experience, as opposed to no experience. I'd like to believe that she had at least one or two love interests before she met Jake.

Showing her what he was dreaming about reminded me in a humorous way of another mature fic from another fandom where the main male character says something along the lines of "You're going to need to limber up for this..." Sorry, I've always thought that intimacy doesn't necessarily need to be serious all the time. Maybe I'm just quirky like that.

"Not always right away," Beck amended. He leaned forward across the table. "I told you in the storm cellar that you were young, and innocent, and hopeful for the future in spite of the past. That's all true. And you're my...my guiding star, if you like, showing me the way through these dark days. Believe me when I tell you that, even if I don't - or can't - follow your advice, I always hear it." Guh... Maybe she's squirming because she doesn't know what's appropriate to say. I'm sure there's a little voice in the back of her mind debating on how sturdy the kitchen table is about now & that's she's quashing it. Or afraid of saying three little words because it might frighten him. Because I'd have to say if he isn't saying in a roundabout way, "You are very important to me", then I'm looking at him completely the wrong way.

With a reluctant groan, Beck slowly broke the kiss. "I would do almost anything to stay here with you for the next - oh - week. Or so." :)

Ok, I've come to the belief that Anita is actually Cruella DeVille in disguise. Seriously. Do you think any puppy would get within 50 feet of her if they had a lick of sense? Of course I also think when the realization hits over how in over her head she is when she realizes that she's crossed Beck is going to be pretty priceless. Unfortunately, it seems like we won't be seeing that until Heather goes through some more hell in New Bern :/


shirleyann66
Nov. 26th, 2008 02:21 am (UTC)
Excellent pillow talk, especially on Beck's part.

Thank you. I certainly wouldn't be able to resist him. :)

Actually it reminds me a little bit of Bull Durham, especially when Heather says "Oh." It reminds me of Susan Sarandon saying "Oh, my..." to Kevin Costner's little speech on what he believes in.

That's exactly what was going through my head when I wrote it. I just couldn't describe it well enough for it to work, though. It kept veering into truly awful romance novel territory. (I love romance novels, but I've had my eyes seared by some truly horrendous ones).

Hmm, I wouldn't call not making it to the bedroom "rusty", but that's just me.

Neither would I! LOL

I was thinking more about the stuff that happens outside the bedroom. How do you build that relationship with somebody, especially when you're coming out of a (very) long-term one that has ended (for whatever reason). When *do* you tell them about a vasectomy? Or a health condition? Or the psycho family member? :) Or...or...or??

I could also see Beck laying out a very careful plan of attack (so to speak) and then being knocked off his pins because Heather isn't following the plan. Crap! I think I just saw a plot bunny...LOL

main male character says something along the lines of "You're going to need to limber up for this..."

Okay, that's classic!

Sorry, I've always thought that intimacy doesn't necessarily need to be serious all the time. Maybe I'm just quirky like that.

I agree with you 100%. I adore funny romance novels because they tend to do just that - have very funny intimate moments.

And I'm not going to nag you (this time). :)
inanna7
Nov. 27th, 2008 07:43 am (UTC)
That's exactly what was going through my head when I wrote it. I just couldn't describe it well enough for it to work, though. It kept veering into truly awful romance novel territory. (I love romance novels, but I've had my eyes seared by some truly horrendous ones). Merline Lovelace has some romance novels that are usually romances between a soldier and woman of rather high societal standing -- thinking of her Women of Destiny series. She's not bad, through you can't go through a book of her's without the heroine "scrambling for purchase", one or two books, I can see that, but practically every book, historical or not, has that phrase in it. Gets old quick. About as annoying as Kathleen Woodwiss writing one and twenty instead of twenty-one. Linda Lael Miller is the low one on my list. It strikes me as Porn without Plot, "Lace" had a better plot, I thought.

Anyhoo...

I'm guessing usually between the third and fifth date would be the time to tell about conditions or other things. Though I'd argue that he's still not rusty here. He's letting her know as soon as relevantly possible. The relationship just took a turn and I thought it was very correct for him to tell her when he did, just in case she had doubts, he'd know up front, but I also think that's a very Beck thing to do.

And I'm not going to nag you (this time). :) LOL Well, I'm actually up to 5000 words, but I think this is going to be a longer than usual chapter. You make me think about things, so I've decided to address some of Heather's past in the chapter. I might have another 2000 or 3000 words to go to be happy with where the chapter ends. We'll see. :)
shirleyann66
Nov. 28th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
Though I'd argue that he's still not rusty here. He's letting her know as soon as relevantly possible.

Plus he's doing everything except write it across the sky that this isn't a casual fling for him. It'll be a lot of fun - but it's not casual. :)

You make me think about things

Oh, dear. LOL

I might have another 2000 or 3000 words to go to be happy with where the chapter ends.

I'm looking forward to it very, very much.
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