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Post by blueyed358 on Apr 20, 2013 15:49:11 GMT -5
Here's another Deveraux story...
It had been almost five months since he had opened his eyes and seen the light of day. The man who up until that moment, had been know only as 'John Doe' blinked rapidly. The sunlight making his eyes tear. "Do you know your name?" the doctor asked as he pulled open his eye lids. The man could only shake his head slowly. "Where am I? " he croaked out softly. The doctor frowned, "You are in Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago." The man heard the doctor but could not remember even being brought there. " Why..what happened to me?" he asked in a voice that sounded as rough as sand paper. A nurse came along side of him and helped him sip some water. "You were in an accident, though I am not sure what kind. You started off at a small hospital near Salem, but your injuries were severe and they transferred you here to us. You had sustained two broken legs, a fractured pelvis and severe head trauma. You will need to start physical therapy as soon as possible. Do you remember anything?" The man shook his head, " No..nothing, will that be permanent? " The doctor scribbled on to the chart and handed it back to the nurse. " Too soon to say..we will need to run tests. First I want to monitor you for a few days then I will begin to schedule the tests." After the doctor left the man asked the nurse for a mirror. When she too left he held up the mirror and stared at the face looking back at him. Not a bad looking face, he thought. Dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, "yes very handsome" he said as he saw the smirk on the face in the mirror. "Too bad I don't know your name."
For the next three weeks he worked to regain his strength and ability to walk. He pushed himself to near exhaustion. Then he would spend hours in his room, staring into the mirror, trying to remember something...anything. The doctors were amazed at how intelligent he was and they knew he must have had a good education. But where he attended school and for what was still a mystery..as was his name. One day the therapist called him John. "Please..I do not wish to be called John Doe anymore." She helped him down from the treadmill and into a chair. " Okay..what do you want to be called? " He wiped his face with a towel, "I keep hearing these two names in my head, William and Jackson, though the order keeps changing. You know like..William Jackson or Jackson William." The therapist smiled, " That's an excellent start..we can see if there are any missing persons reports on both those names. Which do you want to be called?" He thought about it, " I feel that I'm more of a Jackson..what do you think?" She took a step back and studied him. " I don't know..I can see you as a Bill." He crinkled his nose, "I think I would prefer to be Jackson Williams but I will try Bill first after all I do have that option." "Okay" she said with a laugh, "Bill it is." After his therapy session he met with the neurologist. Bill was told that they believed his memory loss to be permanent. He showed him his latest test results and the damaged areas of his brain. As he was wheeled back to his room he was not sure how he felt about the news he was just given. Perhaps he had led a wicked life and was now being given the chance to start a new life. Or was it that he had a wonderful life..perhaps he was married and had children, a career..real life. But if that was true why had there been not one picture of him in a paper or on the news that he was missing. If he had in fact had people that cared for him why had that not reported him missing.The search on both those names came up empty and he would hate to admit it but he was a bit relieved. The staff had wanted to put his picture in the papers and have a story done about him on the news, but Bill refused. He did not want to return to a family that he did not know or remember if in fact he had one to begin with. More and more he had begun to feel that he was on his own..one of those men that had been married to his career, whatever that was.
The following week Bill met another patient in physical therapy, Thomas Wyatt. He was a rich man who had been injured while visiting Chicago. They would sit and play chess and talk politics. Bill told him his story and about his permanent brain damage. Thomas liked him, he found him witty, sarcastic and highly intelligent. Over the next few weeks the two men became close friends. Bill was the most interesting person Thomas had met in a long time and he wanted to help him. He paid all of Bill's hospital bills but chose not to tell his new friend. One day Bill was reading a local paper and he began commenting on the writing and how poorly edited the article was. Thomas asked him to rewrite it if he thought he could do better or better still rewrite it and edit the one already published. Bill excepted the challenge and spent the next day doing just that. When Thomas read the rewrite and newly edited articles he was extremely impressed. " Bill it seems you have found your true calling. I happened to be the owner of a little paper in New York City, how would you like a job as an editor?" Bill laughed, " Yeah sure.." Thomas laughed, " I am totally serious..if you except I will even set you up with an apartment..what say you my friend." Bill smiled and stuck out his hand shaking Thomas' firmly, " I'd say...I'm about to take a bite out of the Big Apple."
chapter 2
A week after they met Thomas and Bill moved to a Rehab facility. One afternoon Thomas came into Bill's room on his crutches along with his lawyer. " You ready to become Bill Jackson...legally that is? " Bill dropped down on the bed and looked up at him. " I truly don't think I can go through life as a 'Bill"...it just doesn't feel right." Thomas nodded, " I agree..I prefer Jackson Williams. It seems to suit you and that is why I took the liberty to have the papers drawn up with that name. I knew you didn't really care for the other one. In a few weeks you will have a Social Security Card, bank account and once you take a drivers test a license." The newly anointed Jackson stood up, " I can't begin to thank you for everything you're doing for me." Thomas put his hand on Jackson's shoulder. " Don't worry..you will make it up to me on the job." Jackson frowned, " Tell me about this little paper of your." Thomas smiled. "In due time."
Jackson studied his face again. He had begun training his hair to dip a bit low over his forehead to hide the scar. He stood trimming his beard, giving himself what the therapist called the 'scruffy' look. Putting down the razor he stepped back, running his fingers over his face, he was pleased with the results. He frowned for a minute the looked himself in the eye, "Nice to meet you I'm Jackson Williams..." Then he stuck his hand out shaking an invisible hand, " Jackson Williams.." He practiced saying the name and introducing himself over and over. He blew out a long breath and stared into those deep blue eyes, "Who the hell are you? " The reflection answered, " It doesn't matter, from now on this is who you are. Focus on that..the life you use to have is gone..it doesn't matter if it was a good life or a bad one, start building THIS life." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. " Today really is the first day of the rest of my life."
Jackson worked hard and was now walking with a cane only. In a few weeks that would be gone as well. One day after their usual grueling workout Thomas asked Jackson to meet him in his room after he got cleaned up. " It's a surprise" he said. Thomas was in his late sixties, divorced twice and had no children. When he looked at Jackson he felt as though this was what a son of his would have been like. When Jackson came in he found a tailor waiting to take his measurements. He made a few selections and as he was looking at his reflection i the mirror Thomas commented, "You have good taste. I have several suits by that designer." Jackson's brow furrowed, " You know this may sound crazy but..I feel more at home in this suit then I did in those casual clothes." Thomas stood and placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, " I know the feeling. You do look like you belong in a suit , I will say that." Jackson turned to look him in the eye, " I can never thank you enough for all you have done for me already and for the opportunity you are giving me. In a few days we will be leaving here, perhaps you can tell me now exactly what it is that you are expecting from me." Thomas laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jackson took the chair across from him. " Well you see...I have this reporter. A real good reporter..won a Pulitzer too. Problem is..she's a ..bit tough to control." Jackson smirked, " How many editors?" Thomas looked down, " Four in the last seven months. Tell me Jackson..are you familiar with Shakespeare?" Jackson thought a moment then smiled, "Yes..I believe I am." Thomas smiled back, " Well, let's just say, you will be living a modern version of 'The Taming Of the Shrew."
Back in Salem someone has arrived at Horton House...
" I thought we might meet Abby later for burgers after we take Parker to the park." Jennifer said as she hugged Dan. "Sounds great..someone is at the door, I'll go" Daniel opened the door and standing before him was a young man, eighteen years old at least. Dan's breath caught at the sight of him, his dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. The resemblance to his father was unmistakable. " Hello..I'm looking for Jennifer Horton, is she here?" Dan stepped aside, " Yes please come in..you have to be.." The young man entered and looked around the room, " Her son..yes. Can you tell her I'm here?" Jennifer came into the hallway, "Daniel who was at the ...JJ! Oh sweetheart what a wonderful surprise." she said as she wrapped her arms around the young man. Daniel watched as the young man did not return her embrace. " Hello mother.." She asked why he had not called her, " I didn't see a reason to. Is Abigail here as well? " Jennifer frowned at the way he dismissed her affections. "No..I'll call her right now.." He turned and stared at her and a chill ran through her. His eyes were cold, as was his his voice, it was without feeling. " No need..I can call her myself later on." Jennifer stepped closer and put her hands on his arms, " Let me look at you..." He took in a deep breath, "It has been a while since you laid eyes on me hasn't it?" Jennifer gave him a sad smile." You are so tall and handsome, you look just like your father." His eyebrow raised, in typical Jack fashion. "Well it's nice to know you can still recall his face." Jennifer glanced at Daniel then back to her son. " JJ .." he cut her off, " Please do not call me that anymore." She nodded softly, " Alright, this Dr Daniel Jonas.." Daniel stuck out his hand and the young man just looked at it. " Yes..I am well aware of who you are Doctor. Look I only came by to tell you I was in town, I didn't want to just run into you without you knowing I was here." Jennifer frowned, "Well you will be staying here won't you..this is your home." He laughed at her, " This is not MY home. No..I will find someplace to stay..thank you." He lifted his suitcase and headed for the door, Daniel stopped him by putting his hand on his arm, " Hey..come on kid, give your mother a break" The young man yanked his arm away, " Take your hand off of me and while we are at it you really need to mind your business. " Jennifer stepped between them, " Please..JJ.." He turned his eyes down to hers, " I said don't call me that." Then looking up at Daniel, " My name is Jack..Jack Deveraux." Then looking back at his mother, " Perhaps the name rings a bell" then he stormed out of the house.
Jack called his sister and had to pull the phone away from his ear as she squealed. " I can't wait to see you. " She told him that she would meet him in the square in one hour. Jack went into the coffee shop and ordered a cup. The two young men talking in the corner began staring at him. Jack took a deep breath and exhaled turning towards them, " What?" is asked harshly. Sonny walked over to him and smiled, " Is your name JJ?" Jack rolled his eyes, " I guess so, I prefer Jack though and you are?" Sonny stuck his hand out, " I'm your cousin Sonny." Jack's features softened, " Aunt Adrienne's son right? You were named for my Dad." They shook hands, "Yes that's right..this is a cousin of yours too, this is Will." Jack frowned for a moment then smiled, " Yeah sure..your Uncle Lucas's son." The three young men sat a round for a while and chatted. Jack liked them and the feeling was mutual. He agreed to meet them at Brady's pub for dinner and Will told him that he would be happy to ask his grandmother to rent him one of the vacant rooms above the pub. "Awesome..thanks. I have to go meet my sister but I will see you two later, thanks again." Jack headed into the square and was standing at the plaque of his great grandparents when someone came up behind him covering his eyes with her hands. " Guess who?" Jack smirked, " Hmm..the Queen of England?" She removed her hands and spun him around hugging him tightly, "I have missed you sooo much JJ!" Despite himself he smiled, " I've missed you too sis." Abby pulled back and studied her brother. " God you are handsome..just like Daddy." He sighed, "Yeah well just like Dad..I prefer to be called Jack okay?" She frowned slightly, " Okay sure..I guess JJ is a bit too..childish anyway. You have grown so much since the last time we've seen each other. Did you see mom? Oh I guess not you still have your suitcase.Are you going to stay around or do you have other plans? Why the hell didn't you call me and tell me you were coming home?" Jack laughed, his head spinning with the speed that his sister rattled off her questions. " Take a breath will you please Abigail." She laughed and nodded, "Okay..sorry." They walked over to table and sat down, " Sooo..tell me" she said slowly. "Yes I saw her, no I am not staying there. I am going to be in town for a while." She stared at him for a while, " Why wouldn't you stay at Horton House..it's our home." He shook his head, " Not to me...I'm not a Horton...I'm a Deveraux." She covered his hand with hers, " We are both" she said softly. Again he shook his head, " You always were more of a Horton, but not me..I'm all Deveraux. Look I don't want to get into this now so let's just say I have issues with...our mother and leave it at that." Her heart ached for him. She knew he had felt abandoned by their mother and had even tried talking to her about it. But Jennifer always brushed her off and reminded her of how happy he sounded when they would talk on the phone. Abby knew her brother pretty well and when he had that tone in his voice there was no getting through to him. "Okay...for now. Are you going to stay a while?" He nodded, " Yes..I'm working on...on a story." Her face lit up, " So you are going into the family business then?" Jack raised his eyebrow, " But of course." She leaned over and whispered, " What's the story..can you tell me anything?" He sipped his coffee, " No, not yet. As soon as I get something concrete..I will tell you all about it, in fact I may even enlist your help." Abby sat back in her chair, "Ooh..well what ever it is..count me in." Jack smiled, " I was hoping you'd say that."
After dinner Jack went upstairs and settled into his room. His cell phone began ringing and he looked at the screen, it was his mother. He pressed the button and dismissed the call. He sighed and unpacked his laptop. He opened it up and turned it on. As it was warming up he began unpacking his suitcase. The final items he unpacked and placed on the dresser in the bedroom. A photo of Abby and one of his father and himself when he had visited him after returning from Afghanistan then one of his father when he was younger that his Grandmother Jo had sent him. When he was done he took the cup of coffee he had brought up with him and the old photo of his father and sat down at the desk. He brought up a file and he stared at the article he had saved. The article was about how his father had been killed in the bombing and was found at the bottom of an elevator shaft. Jack turned and stared at his father's face and whispered, " Don't worry Dad..If you are really out there..I'm going to find you."
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