Try not to worry...

[onceflewicarus]

Characters: Jay & Ben
Date&Time: 1958
Setting: Nevada, the road, Maine
Summary: Sam vanishes, Jay eats ice cream and Ben freaks out.
Rating: PROBABLY SFW

"Now listen, I'll be gone for at least two weeks, and I will call to check in on you two every Thursday at seven your time. If I or Bobby does not, then wait thirty-six hours and then get on the first

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The thing about Guthries was that they were punctual. It wasn`t the kind of characteristic which meant that their entire lives were governed by a strict schedule, for as far as spontanaeity was concerned they were on good terms. Rather, it was a precision toward set arrangements that was upheld with complete attention; when one of them decided on an appointed time for something, by God you could set your watch by it`s accomplishment. Ben had learned over the years that dinner at six didn`t mean they`d be eating at six-ish, that we`re heading out in five minutes was not his cue to be ready to walk out the door in five but to be already loaded into the truck when the minute hand rolled around

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Jay had finally come to accept that for the time being, she was not taller than Ben. She had tried for several months, stuffed her shoes and held her chin up high enough to hang a coat from. But now that he was growing and she was once again stopped- Ben was officially taller. It was annoying mind, but whatever. He was just a boy and boys could be tall she supposedThe news had switched over from the recent set of kidnappings in the greater north-west to sports, Jay rolled over from laying on her stomach to sitting up and facing him

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Ben huffed and glanced at the ice cream, shaking his head. "Nah, thanks. M`not hungry," he said. In fact, the reuben he`d wolfed down a few hours earlier still felt like it was sitting heavy in his belly like a block of concrete. The idea of adding anything else to the mix was inconceivable, even if it was locally-churned praline swirl

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"He's going to call. Promise." Jay assured him, leaning against the stressed boy once he was within the distance. The more she had to assure him, the more Jay was beginning to worry herself.

It wasn't like he was taking out a political figure- someone who had entire armies at their disposal or beliefs at their back, but in their field? Jay had learned at an early age that political prestige meant nothing in the money game. Half the men at the last party Jay had attended could begin and end a civil war or revolution in whatever country they had the mind to. If the man that Sam was sent after was powerful enough...

No, they really didn't need to worry. Especially with Ben doing enough worrying for them both.

"And yeah, if he doesn't call tonight we've got enough time to catch the red-eye out of here. You got your emergency bag packed and stocked, right?"