Monday, September 3rd 2012 - Early Afternoon
It was Jackie?s usual sort of day off tradition that seemed to be starting without a hitch. She woke in the early afternoon with a lazy stretch and contemplated all the things she wouldn't accomplish today. Cellphone grabbed from her bedside table she was off for a bowl of cereal and a bit of TV.
Settling down into the couch the television was flicked on while her cellphone was flipped open. There was a brief knit of her brows at the amount of text messages that had accumulated this morning while both she and her phone slumbered in silence. While filing through them a special report cut in on TV. SPI COLLAPSE zoomed across the screen, though her attention was still aimed down at her phone with the background noise fading into a simple buzz. It wasn't until they were listing off the missing persons that the name 'Colton Daniels' caught her attention.
The cereal bowl was tossed haphazardly onto the coffee table and the remote was grabbed like it was trying to get away. She smashed her thumb into the volume, staring now at the screen with her jaw hanging open. It can?t be true. It can?t be true. Cellphone in hand Jackie started firing off text messages. First to Colt. please check in, colt. please.Then to Harper. tell me ur both ok. And finally to Dylan. i?m goin to make a call.
She was to her feet, pacing the length of her kitchen in rapid fashion. It was rare for Jackie to feel so useless, but that was the case right now. She didn't know what to do and waiting for Colt's reply to her text messages seemed like torture. What was happening?
She was following the instructions in Ben's last message to call him. The buttons were punched and the ringing phone brought to her ear. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself before he answered.
It's utter chaos where Ben is, and that's audible in the background when he finally picks up after the third ring. He doesn't have a chance to check who's calling, which explains why he only says, "Sullivan,' when he answers, voice raised over the noise.
"Ben?" The deep breaths didn't do any good because the moment she says his name her voice cracks. She's back to pacing the kitchen. "Colt and Harper are missin'." The words came out in a weak rush. Did he already know since he told her to call? Possibly, but it was the first time those words had broken through her denial.
He's swearing under his breath -- considering the noise, she may not be able to hear it -- and he doesn't say anything to her for a moment, much of the din dying down, erased, when he ducks into a nearby building to get at least a little quiet (even if there are plenty of people there and it still isn't actually quiet). He's at least at a normal volume now, if not a little bit hushed. "I know, Jackie. I'm here trying to find people." He pauses for a couple of seconds, then, "I'm sorry."
There had been a small hope inside her that he would tell her she was wrong. That the reason he wanted her to call was because Colt and Harper were fine, the news got it wrong. Or they were found already and there was nothing to worry about. The longer his silence drew on, the more that idea died away. "I don't understand what happened, Ben. Colt texted me this mornin?. Bright an' early at 7:47." She had been staring at the text message so much that she knew the time by heart. You're the best, Jay Bird. Love you. "I can come. I can help look. I can do somethin'." Her tone was only getting more panicked as it went on, thick with emotion.
"I don't have a lot of details, Jackie. Something happened just after eight this morning. The ... the building collapsed right after." And the details he does have, she doesn't need to know right now. "Jackie, no." Jackie's getting more panicked; Ben's voice goes softer, calmer, even if his heart hurts for her. "There are a lot of people here; you don't need to. You need to stay home. Can somebody come over? Dylan, maybe? Ten?"
"Okay, okay..." She knew he was right. What was she going to do? This wasn't a situation where Jackie Lee Daniels could just ride in, threaten to punch something, and fix it all. "I told Dylan I was goin' to call an? get details then text her back. I'll text Ten, too." Just when there was a bit of resolve in her voice, there was another crack. "I jus' don't know what to do, Ben. Am I supposed to call Mama an' Daddy? What do I even say? And there's Rhett, Ford, Summer, Austin, Chey... I'm lost, Ben. I'm lost." In the back of her head she knew it wasn't fair to him to ask for any sort of guidance. He was doing his part to help, but it was the honest to God truth. She was lost.
"I know, Jackie. I wish I had the answers for you, I really, really do." It's taking everything he has to not go to her right now. He knows he's needed here; can do good here, but hearing Jackie like that? Lost? It kills him, and just a hint of that hurting, maybe not even perceptible by Jackie in the state she's in, creeps into his voice. "Maybe don't call your parents just yet. But maybe you should call your brothers." Another short pause before, "I'll let you know as soon as I have any news. Promise. And I'll be home as soon as I can," even if that was going to be hours and hours from now.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I know you're doin' what you can. You're there an' I should let you go so you can help. I'm sorry." Her pacing has stopped, frozen in the middle of the kitchen. Just that little nudge of what to do is something for her to latch onto, a life raft while nothing else is around. "Alright, I'll wait. I'll call Rhett first. But I'm gonna call everyone else, tell 'em to come here. No one should be alone." Her voice was small as she spoke. It was always so easy to forget just how young Jackie was, but it was becoming quite clear during this conversation. "Thank you, Ben. Please be safe. Call if y'all find anythin'."
It's what he'd meant to do -- just guide her in a direction, let her make the decision herself. Help her to feel not quite so lost, a little more capable. "Don't be sorry. I wish I could be in two places at once." It's a stupid thing to say, and it's all he lets himself say on that subject of his not going home to her right now. "You're right, nobody should be alone. It'll be good for you all to keep each other company." It was a side of Jackie he's not really seen before, and one that highlights her youth. It made this situation even harder. "As soon as there's news. You'll be the first to know. And if you... If you need me, call me, text me. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Alright?"
"I know, I do, too. But yer needed there. I'll handle things here." It wouldn't help him to be focused on her longing for him to be here. He was where he needed to be and she wouldn't try to sway that idea. "If I need anythin' I'll call, but yah focus on what's there. Yer doin' the work we can't an' I'm thankful, Ben. We all are." She was nodding into the phone, even if he couldn't see the action. "Alright. I gotta call the others. Thank you." It was all encompassing because there were too many things for her to list right now that he had done or was doing to help her, but she knew he was aware. She somehow managed to stop herself from pleading for him to find them. It would have been so easy for the words to come, but that wasn't fair to him. He was trying along with everyone else she heard working in the background. "Alright. Come home safe, Ben. I'll see yah when you get here."
And even as young as Jackie is, just like that, it's easy to forget again -- she's telling him, reasonably, for him to stay where he is. She isn't in hysterics. She isn't asking for promises he can't keep. There's a measure of relief in that, her strength and maturity, but the brave face she puts on is almost more difficult to listen to. "Good, handle things there. I'll be safe, Jackie. I promise that too. I'll see you when I see you, sweetheart." He's waiting for a few seconds in case she has anything else to say, but then he's hanging up.
((Taken from live play with Ben Sullivan))
It was Jackie?s usual sort of day off tradition that seemed to be starting without a hitch. She woke in the early afternoon with a lazy stretch and contemplated all the things she wouldn't accomplish today. Cellphone grabbed from her bedside table she was off for a bowl of cereal and a bit of TV.
Settling down into the couch the television was flicked on while her cellphone was flipped open. There was a brief knit of her brows at the amount of text messages that had accumulated this morning while both she and her phone slumbered in silence. While filing through them a special report cut in on TV. SPI COLLAPSE zoomed across the screen, though her attention was still aimed down at her phone with the background noise fading into a simple buzz. It wasn't until they were listing off the missing persons that the name 'Colton Daniels' caught her attention.
The cereal bowl was tossed haphazardly onto the coffee table and the remote was grabbed like it was trying to get away. She smashed her thumb into the volume, staring now at the screen with her jaw hanging open. It can?t be true. It can?t be true. Cellphone in hand Jackie started firing off text messages. First to Colt. please check in, colt. please.Then to Harper. tell me ur both ok. And finally to Dylan. i?m goin to make a call.
She was to her feet, pacing the length of her kitchen in rapid fashion. It was rare for Jackie to feel so useless, but that was the case right now. She didn't know what to do and waiting for Colt's reply to her text messages seemed like torture. What was happening?
She was following the instructions in Ben's last message to call him. The buttons were punched and the ringing phone brought to her ear. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself before he answered.
It's utter chaos where Ben is, and that's audible in the background when he finally picks up after the third ring. He doesn't have a chance to check who's calling, which explains why he only says, "Sullivan,' when he answers, voice raised over the noise.
"Ben?" The deep breaths didn't do any good because the moment she says his name her voice cracks. She's back to pacing the kitchen. "Colt and Harper are missin'." The words came out in a weak rush. Did he already know since he told her to call? Possibly, but it was the first time those words had broken through her denial.
He's swearing under his breath -- considering the noise, she may not be able to hear it -- and he doesn't say anything to her for a moment, much of the din dying down, erased, when he ducks into a nearby building to get at least a little quiet (even if there are plenty of people there and it still isn't actually quiet). He's at least at a normal volume now, if not a little bit hushed. "I know, Jackie. I'm here trying to find people." He pauses for a couple of seconds, then, "I'm sorry."
There had been a small hope inside her that he would tell her she was wrong. That the reason he wanted her to call was because Colt and Harper were fine, the news got it wrong. Or they were found already and there was nothing to worry about. The longer his silence drew on, the more that idea died away. "I don't understand what happened, Ben. Colt texted me this mornin?. Bright an' early at 7:47." She had been staring at the text message so much that she knew the time by heart. You're the best, Jay Bird. Love you. "I can come. I can help look. I can do somethin'." Her tone was only getting more panicked as it went on, thick with emotion.
"I don't have a lot of details, Jackie. Something happened just after eight this morning. The ... the building collapsed right after." And the details he does have, she doesn't need to know right now. "Jackie, no." Jackie's getting more panicked; Ben's voice goes softer, calmer, even if his heart hurts for her. "There are a lot of people here; you don't need to. You need to stay home. Can somebody come over? Dylan, maybe? Ten?"
"Okay, okay..." She knew he was right. What was she going to do? This wasn't a situation where Jackie Lee Daniels could just ride in, threaten to punch something, and fix it all. "I told Dylan I was goin' to call an? get details then text her back. I'll text Ten, too." Just when there was a bit of resolve in her voice, there was another crack. "I jus' don't know what to do, Ben. Am I supposed to call Mama an' Daddy? What do I even say? And there's Rhett, Ford, Summer, Austin, Chey... I'm lost, Ben. I'm lost." In the back of her head she knew it wasn't fair to him to ask for any sort of guidance. He was doing his part to help, but it was the honest to God truth. She was lost.
"I know, Jackie. I wish I had the answers for you, I really, really do." It's taking everything he has to not go to her right now. He knows he's needed here; can do good here, but hearing Jackie like that? Lost? It kills him, and just a hint of that hurting, maybe not even perceptible by Jackie in the state she's in, creeps into his voice. "Maybe don't call your parents just yet. But maybe you should call your brothers." Another short pause before, "I'll let you know as soon as I have any news. Promise. And I'll be home as soon as I can," even if that was going to be hours and hours from now.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I know you're doin' what you can. You're there an' I should let you go so you can help. I'm sorry." Her pacing has stopped, frozen in the middle of the kitchen. Just that little nudge of what to do is something for her to latch onto, a life raft while nothing else is around. "Alright, I'll wait. I'll call Rhett first. But I'm gonna call everyone else, tell 'em to come here. No one should be alone." Her voice was small as she spoke. It was always so easy to forget just how young Jackie was, but it was becoming quite clear during this conversation. "Thank you, Ben. Please be safe. Call if y'all find anythin'."
It's what he'd meant to do -- just guide her in a direction, let her make the decision herself. Help her to feel not quite so lost, a little more capable. "Don't be sorry. I wish I could be in two places at once." It's a stupid thing to say, and it's all he lets himself say on that subject of his not going home to her right now. "You're right, nobody should be alone. It'll be good for you all to keep each other company." It was a side of Jackie he's not really seen before, and one that highlights her youth. It made this situation even harder. "As soon as there's news. You'll be the first to know. And if you... If you need me, call me, text me. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Alright?"
"I know, I do, too. But yer needed there. I'll handle things here." It wouldn't help him to be focused on her longing for him to be here. He was where he needed to be and she wouldn't try to sway that idea. "If I need anythin' I'll call, but yah focus on what's there. Yer doin' the work we can't an' I'm thankful, Ben. We all are." She was nodding into the phone, even if he couldn't see the action. "Alright. I gotta call the others. Thank you." It was all encompassing because there were too many things for her to list right now that he had done or was doing to help her, but she knew he was aware. She somehow managed to stop herself from pleading for him to find them. It would have been so easy for the words to come, but that wasn't fair to him. He was trying along with everyone else she heard working in the background. "Alright. Come home safe, Ben. I'll see yah when you get here."
And even as young as Jackie is, just like that, it's easy to forget again -- she's telling him, reasonably, for him to stay where he is. She isn't in hysterics. She isn't asking for promises he can't keep. There's a measure of relief in that, her strength and maturity, but the brave face she puts on is almost more difficult to listen to. "Good, handle things there. I'll be safe, Jackie. I promise that too. I'll see you when I see you, sweetheart." He's waiting for a few seconds in case she has anything else to say, but then he's hanging up.
((Taken from live play with Ben Sullivan))