The Fugitive (Read 9,251 times)

[melly]

Hmmm. So Bo didn’t know that Hope thought he was dead? Does he have a good reason for not coming back to Salem? I am skeptical...

Boss...will we get previews or are you just going to leave us like this all weekend?

[mae00]

Hmmm. This guy never did deny it when she called him Bo and asked if it was really him. He didn't confirm it either. Is this guy just going along with it to keep her complacent? And why would a "sad smile" form when he heard that "Bo" had died???

[Kpatch]

Thanks for your interest, my friends!

Next week, on The Fugitive…


Hope hears the words she longed to hear and is deliriously happy to have her Bo back.

He, on the other hand, is worried about her health and devises a plan to keep her out of the hospital.

Meanwhile, she reluctantly fills him in on her relationship with Rafe, the relationship Bo set in motion.

[sportsgirl]

Can't wait to find out why Bo has been in hiding all this time.

[melly]

If this really is Bo, he’d better have a darn good explanation for his actions.....

Thanks, boss!

[Kpatch]

Chapter 10


“Say what?” he asked.

“Say the name you always called me. I need to hear you say it," Hope pleaded. "Then I’ll know for sure it’s really you.”

“The name?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember the name you called me all our lives.”

He grew quiet, and smiled before whispering. “Of course I remember, Fancy Face.”

Choking back tears, she threw her arms around him and peppered his face with kisses. “Oh my god. Bo, Bo, I’ve missed you so much. There’s so much I want to say to you, so much I want to know, starting with where you’ve been all this time.”

Hugging her tight, he said, “It’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up now.”

She leaned away and ran her fingers over his scruff. “I love you so much. I never stopped.”

“I know. I love you too, Hope. I never stopped.”

She pressed her lips against his and kissed him hard. Falling back onto her pillow she laughed lightly, half delirious. “I’m so tired. Sit with me while I sleep.”

“No! No sleeping,” he said sharply. “You had a head injury and you can’t fall back to sleep or your brain might swell up. Hope, we can’t take that chance. I’m doing what I know how to do to avoid taking you to the hospital. I don’t want you to be taken into custody, but if it comes to that, I will. I’ll do anything to protect you, but I won’t let you die.” He got to his feet. “Hang on. I have an idea.”

He ran to the kitchen and rummaged through some drawers. “Found it. Hope,” he called loudly on his way back. “Don’t fall asleep. You hear me?”

Her eyes were closed when he got to her bed. Jiggling her shoulders, he said, “Wake up.”

She opened her eyes wearily. “What are you doing?”

He held up a deck of cards. “Gin rummy, anyone?”

“No. Sleep. I want to sleep.” She pushed his hand away. “No cards. I really don’t feel like playing.”

“Sure you do. You’re as competitive as anyone I know. You’re gonna want to beat me, but I’m no pushover. It won’t be easy.”

He pulled up a chair, then opened the pack of cards and shuffled them a few times. Then he alternately dealt out seven cards on top of Hope’s coverlet, and took seven for himself. He set the deck on the edge of the bed and turned one card over so it was facing up. “Your turn.”

Hope looked at her cards and discarded one.

“You need to pick up a card before you discard one,” he told her. “Have you forgotten how to play?”

“Sorry. My head’s a little fuzzy.”

“It’s always been a little fuzzy,” he quipped.

“Bo Brady! That’s not true.”

“Then prove it. Beat me at cards.”

[melly]

It SOUNDS like Bo....but I’m not convinced! (Can you blame me???)

[André DiMera]

Well, this is an interesting situation. I still have to wonder if this is really Bo.

[heroicmuse]

Cute scene. If this is Bo, that is.

[Kpatch]

Chapter 11


Try as he might, he couldn’t encourage her to stay up any longer. He got her to stay awake for an hour, and she fell asleep holding a bad hand of cards.

He watched her closely as she slept, watched her chest rise and fall in shallow intervals, watched her eye movements beneath her closed eyelids, as he'd been doing for the past three days since he brought her here. Her coloring was sallow, and her hair lay flat on her head. She’d been through so much these past months. Now that she was back with him, the least he could do was keep her safe. He gently lifted her hand and kissed it. “No more harm will come to you,” he whispered. “Not as long as I have anything to say about it.”

Little by little, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the chair holding her hand.

“Rafe. Rafe.”

His eyes jerked open. “Hope.” He gently shook her. “Hope, you’re having a nightmare.”

Her eyes flashed open. “Oh my god. Yes. A nightmare.” She pushed herself up on her pillow. “Any dream with Rafe in it is a nightmare.”

“You’re kidding. I thought the two of you were—”

“Well we’re not. At least I’m not. I’m sorry Brady. I know you tried to set it up so I’d be taken care of, but honestly, I don’t need to be taken care of. I can take care of myself.” She began talking really fast. Her eyes were wide and wild. “I tried to make it work, but not for me, Bo. I did it for you because it’s what you wanted for me. I’m sorry but I don’t love him, not even a little. And frankly I don’t even like him. I used to like him, but the more I got to know him the less appealing he became. I can’t stand him anymore. I know he means well, but our relationship has been suffocating. He’s a chauvinistic control freak. I’ve been … I’ve been working on a Dear John letter to him, but it’s hard. Even if I hadn’t been locked up, I’d want out. Sometimes jail has felt like a nice break from him. That sounds crazy, I know, but it’s true. It’s been the one good thing about being in jail. I don’t want to hurt him, but I have got to get out of this relationship with him. I’m sorry, Bo.”

“Hey, don’t push it,” he advised. “Either you feel it or you don’t. Love can’t be forced.”

“So, you’re not mad? I thought you’d be mad.”

“Of course I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you. I only want you to be happy.”

She smiled and looked downward. Her smile faded and she touched the playing cards that were strewn all over her lap. “What happened to the game?”

“I won,” he told her with a wink.

She raised a brow. “I’m gonna want a rematch.”

“Any time, sweetheart.” He smiled warmly and held her gaze for a long moment. “If you want to take a bath or a shower, there’s fresh towels in the hall bathroom. Let me know if you need any help.” He got out of his chair and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

As he started to walk away, Hope reached for his hand. “Bo, wait.”

He turned back around.

“I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m so content right now.”

Tears sprung to his eyes. “Me too, Fancy Face.”

[André DiMera]

Glad Hope told Bo that she’s not in love with Rafe! This is really interesting!

[melly]

Ouch, y’all. If Hope felt so strongly, why’d she stick with Rafe for so long?

[heroicmuse]

I really hope this isn't a coma dream!

[sportsgirl]

I was just thinking the same thing heroicmuse.. that it's all just a dream.

[Kpatch]

Chapter 12


When Hope opened her eyes the next morning, she felt different. She felt more like herself. Her head wasn’t quite as fuzzy and her vision was clearer. “Bo?” she called. “Brady?” She started to get out of bed.

“No no no,” he said, as he rushed into the room. “Don’t get up.”

When she looked up her eyes widened with fear. He was leaning over her, the same way he did when he tried to kill her that awful night. “You,” she said, her voice croaking.

“Lay down, I’ll get you some soup.”

She was not about to lay down and make herself vulnerable. She looked around for something to protect herself with. “Think fast,” she said to herself. He slowly came back with a bowl of soup. I’m not eating anything he feeds me. She pushed his hands up and the bowl went into his chest.

He howled with pain and she ran to the door and reached for the knob but she was still weak. Falling to her knees against the door, she screamed, “What did you do to Bo? Where’s my Bo?”

He pulled his soaking wet shirt over his head revealing a large red blotch on his stomach and chest. Catching his breath, he looked at her. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“You tried to kill me. Where’s Bo? Answer me!”

He seemed to be catching on. “Bo’s gone, Hope. He’s been gone for years.”

“No! He was here. He told me he didn’t die.”

“He wasn’t here. It was me.”