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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 10/??
Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them safe and sound.


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The next day Anita followed Heather after their meeting with Gray, and asked her to step into Anita's office for a moment.

Heather hesitated, and then followed her. Anita closed the door behind them and turned to face her.

"Beck spoke with me yesterday," Anita said without preamble.

"I...heard."

"I'm sure you did." Anita gave her a long, thoughtful look. "In spite of everything that's happened, we still need to work together. I...appreciate your professionalism, especially yesterday."

Heather nodded, feeling incredibly awkward.

Anita sighed. "I just wanted to say - no hard feelings." She shrugged. "You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"

Heather considered for a moment. "No, I guess I can't," she conceded.

"I don't think the best woman won, but - he seems to have made his choice," Anita quirked her lips in a strained attempt to smile, and stuck out her hand. "Bygones?" she asked.

Heather hesitated, and then reached out and shook her hand. "Bygones. For the good of Jericho," she added.

Anita shrugged. "What other reason could there be?"

Heather's meeting with Beck was uneventful, and at the end, they made arrangements to meet for supper again. His place this time, and Heather caught her breath at the look in his eyes, even as she blushed.

That afternoon, Heather sat in Bailey's, going over the list of required supplies and meeting with those who had special requests. She would meet with Dale later, and whatever Dale couldn't supply would go with Beck as he toured the trading posts and the neighboring towns. She tried to manage expectations, and for the most part, people were reasonable and pragmatic. They had learned - finally - to lower their expectations.

It was mid-afternoon, and there was no one else in Bailey's when Heather and Mary heard the sound of gunshots in the distance. They looked at each other, and then rose, Mary grabbing the shotgun from behind the bar, while Heather ran to block the back door.

Heather rejoined Mary, and they cautiously looked out the corners of the windows to see if they could tell what was going on.

They heard more gunshots, a little closer, and watched as Beck and some of his men along with several Rangers zoomed down Main Street in the direction of the sound. A few moments later, there was another round of gunshots, and then silence.

Heather and Mary stayed by the windows, watching and waiting, until they saw the soldiers and the Rangers return to the sheriff's office. Mary sighed with relief, and returned the shotgun to its location behind the bar. They left Bailey's and went to join the others.

When they entered the sheriff's office, Heather's eyes flew to Beck. He was kitted out in his body armor, his helmet still under his arm as he spoke to his men and the Rangers, including Jake, Emily, Eric and Hawkins, with grim determination. Beck's face, stoic as always, was enlivened by the stark relief in his eyes when he saw her. Mary rushed to Eric and he pulled her close, murmuring softly into her ear.

Heather licked her lips, her stomach flipping with fear as she approached Beck, who had put his helmet down on the desk beside him and was in the process of removing his body armor. "What happened?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Two men were acting suspiciously. When they were approached, they pulled their weapons, and fired shots at the Rangers, killing one and wounding another. One of the invaders is now dead; the other is in the medi-centre, along with the wounded Ranger."

She stared at him wordlessly, her eyes huge in her white face. She felt very cold and very alone, as she stared at him. "They were from New Bern, weren't they?" she said. "They were here for me."

Beck nodded, his eyes never leaving Heather's. He reached out and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.

Heather closed her eyes, tears falling. "I'm sorry," she whispered, burrowing her face into his chest.

Beck bent his head over her. "Why are you sorry?" he asked softly.

"Those people are dead and hurt because of me," she choked out through her tears.

"No. They're dead and wounded because of Phil Constantino, and no one else." Beck tightened his hold on her and rubbed her back soothingly.

She gave a huge sniff, and then resolutely lifted her head. "This can't go on," she said clearly, wiping her eyes with one hand while keeping a firm grip on his uniform shirt with the other.

Beck stared intently into her eyes. "I'll take care of this," he promised grimly. "Not you."

He glanced around. "Emily - Mary - please take Heather home. Corporal Harrison - you and Corporal Mollatoni escort the ladies, and stand guard outside Heather's house. No one goes in except for me, Jake, Eric or Hawkins. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Corporal Harrison responded.

"Good. Jake, Eric, Hawkins - you're with me."

They nodded.

He looked back at Heather, still held tightly in his arms. "Go home," he said. "We'll be there soon." He gave her a quick peck good-bye, and released her, gently urging her towards the door.

Heather, Mary and Emily went to Heather's house, after making a quick stop at Bailey's to close up, and to - as Mary said - grab a bottle of the "good stuff".

"I think we're going to need it," Mary added.

Mary and Emily stayed with Heather for two hours. They discussed Constantino, trying to find a way to help bring him out of hiding so the threat could be eliminated, once and for all. They didn't come up with anything worthwhile, and they eventually turned the conversation to more pleasant topics, resolutely trying to ignore the threat hanging over Heather's head. They'd had several drinks by this point, and Mary and Emily began to gently tease Heather about the change in her relationship with Beck. Heather was positive she'd been blushing for at least half an hour by the time Jake and Eric came to collect Emily and Mary, and left her alone to wait for news from Beck.

When the knock came at the door at six, she jumped. She checked, and then let Beck into the house, her pleasure at seeing him dimmed by the thunderous look on his face.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice calm but her eyes showing her fear.

"The price on your head has been raised again," Beck said without preamble, "and somebody in Jericho is selling you out. The prisoner...informed us of that fact."

Heather's face paled. "What?" she breathed. "Who?"

Beck shook his head. "We don't know. Yet. But until we do, you're going to be under 24 hour protection. And we're cancelling the supply run until we've dealt with the mole and Constantino."

"You can't do that!" Heather blurted out.

"I will do whatever I have to in order to keep you safe - "

"We have some truly desperate people waiting for those supplies. They can't be punished because Constantino is a psycho. They're not the criminals here!"

"Somebody in this town is and I need all my men searching for whoever is betraying you - and that person will lead us to Constantino."

"Beck, you have to listen to me! You can't - "

"I can, and I will. I will tear this town apart brick by brick if I have to - "

"Oh, because that worked so well the last time!"

Beck jerked as if she had slapped him, and Heather caught her breath at the mixture of hurt and guilt and anger in his eyes. The silence bloomed as they stared at each other.

Heather bit her lip, and then said more gently, "I won't let you protect me at the expense of this town."

"I will protect you at the expense of anyone I damn well please," Beck responded, his voice cold and clipped. "I won't make the same mistake twice."

 Heather stood shaking as the door closed behind him with a sharp click that sounded far too final in her ears.

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nativefloridian
Nov. 19th, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)
His place this time, and Heather caught her breath at the look in his eyes, even as she blushed.

"They were from New Bern, weren't they?" she said. "They were here for me."


Oooh....damn. so much for dinner.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, burrowing her face into his chest.

Beck bent his head over her. "Why are you sorry?" he asked softly.


Because she's Heather. Always so concerned about other people

"I won't let you protect me at the expense of this town."

"I will protect you at the expense of anyone I damn well please,"


Flattering, Beck, really flattering...but she's got a point
shirleyann66
Nov. 20th, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)
Because she's Heather. Always so concerned about other people


One of the reasons I love her.

Flattering, Beck, really flattering...but she's got a point

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one." "Because the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many." :)
inanna7
Nov. 19th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
"I don't think the best woman won, but - he seems to have made his choice," Anita quirked her lips in a strained attempt to smile, and stuck out her hand. Wow, how does she and her ego fit into the same room? On top of that, just because Heather doesn't say anything about her arrogance doesn't mean it's not noticed. I think she is really underestimating Heather, which I think is going to be a big mistake on Anita's part.

I can just imagine Mary saying, "Hey, I've got a shotgun & I know how to use it."

Beck nodded, his eyes never leaving Heather's. He reached out and pulled her to him, holding her tightly. Nice comfort moment.

"No. They're dead and wounded because of Phil Constantino, and no one else." And I like how he puts everything into perspective.

They'd had several drinks by this point, and Mary and Emily began to gently tease Heather about the change in her relationship with Beck. Some how I think there was debate on what was his best body part "Oh, no, no, no, it's really his mind that's the most attractive..." :)

The price on your head has been raised again," Beck said without preamble, "and somebody in Jericho is selling you out. hmm, wild guess on who that might be... Ah, yes, it was Mrs. Peacock in the library with the candle stick, I knew it! :)

"I will protect you at the expense of anyone I damn well please," Beck responded, his voice cold and clipped. "I won't make the same mistake twice." hmmm, I think I would have jumped him at this point even if I was ticked at him. Very sexy, IMO.
nativefloridian
Nov. 19th, 2008 06:45 pm (UTC)
Wow, how does she and her ego fit into the same room?

There are some physicists who would like to know the answer to that question.

On top of that, just because Heather doesn't say anything about her arrogance doesn't mean it's not noticed.I think she is really underestimating Heather, which I think is going to be a big mistake on Anita's part.

Seriously. Clearly she's never seen Heather pissed. Oh, wait, she has. She's just stupid.
shirleyann66
Nov. 19th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
Wow, how does she and her ego fit into the same room?

There are some physicists who would like to know the answer to that question.


Sadly, and granted, this is somewhat exaggerated, I have known (and been very good friends with) women with egos this size. Thankfully, they had lots of other good qualities - but when it came to men...WOW! I once described it as "when a man enters the room, their one functioning brain cell goes on vacation without leaving a forwarding address". It was a little cruel, but sadly accurate.

We won't even get into the male equivalent of Anita's ego. LOL
inanna7
Nov. 20th, 2008 02:11 pm (UTC)
Hmm, closest I've ever had to that are the people who think they are better than me because I'm on one side of the counter and they are on the other side. I tend to blow them off most of the time mentally because they aren't worth the loss of sleep. Now if I couldn't care less about my job, I'd likely say to them, "News flash! Your poop still smells when you go to the bathroom!"
shirleyann66
Nov. 20th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
Hmm, closest I've ever had to that are the people who think they are better than me because I'm on one side of the counter and they are on the other side.

Well, that's bad enough! LOL It is a unique experience, I must say. Anita is an exaggerated version, mainly because I haven't really given her any redeeming qualities, (unlike the real-life counterparts who had a lot of redeeming qualities).
shirleyann66
Nov. 19th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Some how I think there was debate on what was his best body part "Oh, no, no, no, it's really his mind that's the most attractive..." :)

Now there's a plot bunny - and a half!! LOL I originally actually had the dialogue in the story, but I went in a totally different direction with Emily. As you know, Inanna, I detest Emily with a passion, and the original scene did not place Emily in a very flattering light. I may recycle the scene in a different fic because it was pretty funny. Girl talk - drunken girl talk - is always a hoot. :)

hmm, wild guess on who that might be... Ah, yes, it was Mrs. Peacock in the library with the candle stick, I knew it! :)

I know.... Not a lot of mystery here, unfortunately. LOL

hmmm, I think I would have jumped him at this point even if I was ticked at him. Very sexy, IMO.

Me too...but then, I'm not nearly as good a person as Heather is. ;)
inanna7
Nov. 20th, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
Hey, you can have Heather be bad. He might like being spanked... LOL Yeah, I know, I went there...
shirleyann66
Nov. 20th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
Hey, you can have Heather be bad. He might like being spanked... LOL Yeah, I know, I went there...

Okay, normally that isn't my thing, but I got such a mental picture when I read this today...ummm...hmmmmm...my, my, my.... [very evil grin]
inanna7
Nov. 21st, 2008 02:14 am (UTC)
Not exactly a fan of spanking either, thinking more of a playful swat on the rump -- tying him up (scarves) or handcuffing him, on the other hand, could be very steamy...
shirleyann66
Nov. 21st, 2008 05:56 am (UTC)
Not exactly a fan of spanking either, thinking more of a playful swat on the rump -- tying him up (scarves) or handcuffing him, on the other hand, could be very steamy...

The scarves definitely had a role in the mental picture this morning... LOL I can't keep up with all the stories in my head... ;-D
falinemalfoy
Nov. 20th, 2008 10:40 pm (UTC)
"In spite of everything that's happened, we still need to work together. I...appreciate your professionalism, especially yesterday."

Okay, that's one step towards her being a human being with real feelings and not a cold hearted bitch.

"I just wanted to say - no hard feelings." She shrugged. "You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"

All right, that's step two.

"I don't think the best woman won, but - he seems to have made his choice,"

Nope, still a whore.

Anita shrugged. "What other reason could there be?"

She's gotta be the spy. Or at least she's helping. There's plenty of reasons not to be a bitch, like decency. Placing it all on a town ain't reasonable.

Beck's face, stoic as always, was enlivened by the stark relief in his eyes when he saw her.

Awww. I could see the look on his face too! Sort of the one he had in the last scene, with Heather in the office. Relief, but still knowing that there's hard times ahead.

He reached out and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.

Awww, he's hugging in front of all these people. Yay!

"No. They're dead and wounded because of Phil Constantino, and no one else."

I agree. You did well having Beck put it in perspective.

"and somebody in Jericho is selling you out. The prisoner...informed us of that fact."

Uh oh, prisoner.

"I will protect you at the expense of anyone I damn well please," Beck responded, his voice cold and clipped. "I won't make the same mistake twice."

Real manly Beck. Why don't you just pound on your chest and drag her to bed by her hair?
shirleyann66
Nov. 21st, 2008 05:59 am (UTC)
Nope, still a whore.

Bwahahahaha!!!

I agree. You did well having Beck put it in perspective.

Thanks. :)

Real manly Beck. Why don't you just pound on your chest and drag her to bed by her hair?

Okay, I would pay good money to see him pound on his (naked) chest. And the whole manly man thing isn't necessarily bad (although the dragging by the hair would hurt). LOL
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