Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 01:01:07 -0500
From: readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: TFAP Diary Notes - Lost and Found 006 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral
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This is the sixth set of diary entries involving characters and events
introduced in the series "To Fulfill a Prophesy".  I strongly suggest
reading the series before these entries to allow understanding of the
characters and their relationship to each other.

TFAP Diary - 06 Lost and Found

"Denny ?"  Kevin spoke softly to his brother.  Denny remained sitting on
Dale's lap behind the wooden desk.  He was facing everyone, but his eyes
met no one's.  His gaze was not within the confines of the four walls.

"Leave him for a few minutes, Kevin."  Davey counseled.  As Davey spoke the
office door opened and Eric entered accompanied by Digger and Anson.  Dale
quietly told them about Dean and Ted's mission and that their plane was
missing.

"Denny, are you all right ?"  Eric asked with concern on seeing the blank
look and fixed stare on the boy's face.

"It's okay, Uncle Eric."  Davey assured him.  "He's searching."  Eric gave
Davey a confused look.  "There are a lot of things you do not yet know
about us.  We will explain later, when there is more time."

"Just be patient, Eric."  Jason told him quietly.  "You'll never see
anything like this anywhere else."

While this small discussion of reassurance had been going on, Denny's face
had taken on a quick smile before he returned to his blank stare.  He was
now nodding his head very slowly.  Suddenly, without any warning, he was
back with everyone.

"They are both alive."  Denny stated looking directly at Jamie.  "I could
reach both of them, so there was no attempt to block me, but there was no
response.  They are unconscious.  Dad was hurt, but not in severe danger.
He has a concussion and something hit him very hard in the chest.  His
ribs, no, two of his ribs are cracked, but not broken and he is very
bruised and battered.  Uncle Dean also hit his head, but he does not have a
concussion.  He was knocked out and is much closer to consciousness than
Dad.  Through Uncle Dean I could sense someone, no, three people, moving
around him.  They had just picked him up and moved him from one place to
another."

"Is there any indication where they are ?"  Dale asked.

"We can find out."  Kevin advised him.  "We need a map."  Jason went to the
filing cabinet and found a set of maps.  The others cleared everything from
Dale's desk and then the largest map was laid flat on the surface.  The
boys took positions, one on each side of the desk.

"What are they doing ?"  Eric asked.

"We don't know," Tim told him quietly, "but they do.  We have to be patient
while they work and see what develops.  We don't know how it's done.
Sometimes they don't even know how it's done, but the results are going to
be what we need."

Each boy lay his flat open right hand on top of the left hand of the
brother next to him.  They all stood erect with their paired hands extended
forward over the edge of the map.  The room was silent as they
concentrated.  Slowly a yellow light enveloped each of the four pair of
hands.  A shaft of light extended down from the glow around each pair of
hands to a point where the four shafts merged at one location on the map.
Dale reached forward and placed his finger on the map at the point where
the light beams intersected.  It was over.  The light beams and glow
disappeared as the boys released their hands.

Eric had stood watching wide eyed as this procedure had progressed.  He
slowly looked around at each of the assembled individuals who were also
watching.

"Is this real ?"  he whispered to anyone who might listen.  Jason stepped
up beside him and placed his arm around Eric's shoulder.  Eric turned his
head to look directly at the handsome man.  "This can't be happening.  I
don't believe my own eyes."

"You can believe your eyes, my friend."  Jason assured him.  "We are
witnessing things which no one has ever seen before.  You have a lot to
learn about your nephews and the wonderful things they have brought to all
of us.  If it weren't for them, my love would not be with us anymore and my
world would be a very dark and dismal place.  They are a gift to us, to
mankind."  Eric glanced at Dale when Jason referred to him and realized
there were many things he did not know about Ted's life and those close to
him.

"We need a large map of the area which was selected."  Jamie said.  A
detailed map of the designated area was located and spread on Dale's desk.

The process was repeated exactly as with the first map and soon four beams
of light were pinpointing a precise location.  Dale again marked the spot
and in a matter of minutes was in touch with the Agent responsible for the
search operations.  Because of the nature of the activities Dean and Ted
had been conducting, the FBI had taken immediate control of search and
rescue.

"We have a means here of pinpointing our personnel."  Dale informed the
Agent.  He then gave them exact longitude and latitude designations.  "How
long will it be before we hear from you ?"  He listened to the Agent
explain their situation to him and then, saying goodbye, hung up.

"The area that was designated is in the middle of 500,000 square miles of
dense virgin forest and hill country."  Dale explained.  "They will send in
search and rescue personnel this afternoon by helicopter and will notify us
of their findings as soon as the crew report in by radio."  There was
nothing to be done now, but wait.


When Dean woke the first thing which became cognizant to him was the little
person sitting in the back of his head pounding it with a gigantic sledge
hammer.  He lay still and the pain subsided, but as soon as he tried to
lift his head, the pounding resumed with a vengeance.

The second thing he realized was he no longer was in the parachute harness
which he had donned when the jet had started to descend.  He recalled the
pilots alerting them to a problem and Ted checking he was strapped into his
harness properly.  He remembered the pilot instructing them to leave the
plane and Ted forcing open the door and pushing him through it.  He knew
the chute had opened with a jolt as he fell through the air and had looked
around to see three other chutes floating through the sky some distance
apart.  And now he remembered the tree.  The one whose tangled arms had
reached out and grabbed him from the sky.  And then everything had gone
black, until now.

"This one's woked up, Pa."  A gritty baritone voice announced as a shadow
fell over Dean's face.  He saw a tall, wide figure standing over him and
staring.  "I'll check t'other one ag'in."

"The other one."  Dean thought.  "Does he mean Ted ?  Why does he have to
check Ted ?"  Dean concentrated intensely for a few moments to suppress the
pounding in his head and then made a supreme effort to sit up.  He
succeeded, but in the effort realized his hands had been tied behind his
back Looking around, he found that his vision was slightly blurred, but he
noted three men who he did not know.  One of them, the one who had just
towered over him, was now about 10 feet away inspecting a body laying on
the ground.  Ted's body.

"This one's still out cold."  The baritone voice grated out again.  The man
turned and looked in the direction of one of the other figures.

"He looks like he took quite a bang on his head, Pa."  A tenor voice called
out as the third man crouched down next to Ted.  "The bleeding looks like
it's stopped, but he might not never wake up."

"So to be."  a gruff bass response came back from the one who was obviously
addressed as `Pa'.  "It's sure a shame too.  The big one would have made
the best worker, but that thar one's big enough and he'll likely make a
better bed warmer."

"'member, he's mine, Pa."  the gravely baritone declared.  "Gonna be my
worker and my fuck.  I ain't gonna have to use Jackson all the time from
now on.  I might even let you try him out, little brother, see ifin' you
can manage on the doin' end, instead of just the gettin' end.  Now Pappy
can have you all to hisself."

"Who are you people and why have you tied my hands ?"  Dean asked.  The
three men turned and looked at him and then all walked over to where he
sat.  Dean's vision was clearing and for the first time he could actually
see his captors.

`Pa' was about 50 years old.  He had a bushy salt and pepper beard which
ran down about 12 inches on his chest.  It matched the colour of the unruly
hair on his head.  His eyes were light brown in colour and had a wild look
in them.  Standing about 5'9", he had a solid build with a bit of an
expanded waistline.

`Jackson', the younger man with the tenor voice looked to be about 20 years
old.  The stubble on his unshaven face did not hide the handsome features
with which he was graced.  He had brown hair and brown eyes and stood about
the same height as his father.  His build was slightly larger than the
older man, but there was no thickening of his waist.  He was trim and fit.
A large tear in the left leg of his coveralls showed a muscular calf with
traces of light downy fur covering it.

The man with the gravely tenor voice was the largest of the three.  At
6'2", he had broad shoulders and muscular arms.  His hair and bushy beard
were a soft brown colour as were his eyes.  He appeared to be about 25
years old.  He had wide hips and the muscles of his thighs were quite
noticeable under the tight overalls which he wore.  These tight pants also
displayed a thick branch about 8 inches long running down the inside of his
trouser leg.  This man walked over to where Dean sat and grabbing Dean's
upper arm tightly, pulled him to a standing position.

"I'm Ethan Dunmore and that thars my Pappy and my brother, Jackson."  he
told Dean.  "You now belongs to us and are gonna to do as you be told.  We
is gonna head fer home now.  You follow Pappy."

"What about Ted ?"  Dean asked.  Ethan brought his arm up and struck Dean
across the face with the back of his hand.  Dean stumbled backward, but
didn't fall.

"You don't git to ask no questions, you just do what's you're told."  he
hissed at Dean.  He grabbed Dean by the shoulders, turned him and pushed
him in the direction his father had started walking.  Dean strained at the
bonds which held his hands, but they remained fast.

"There's no use worryin' `bout your friend."  Jackson said quietly to Dean
as he passed beside him.  "He's not gonna make it past tonight.  He's
pretty well done for now."  Jackson followed up the trail his Pappy had
made and Dean was shoved along behind him by Ethan bringing up the rear.



"They found the plane and the pilots, but there's no signs yet of Dean and
Ted."  Dale reported to the group in the Games Room where they had all
gathered to wait impatiently for news.  "The FBI Agent was astounded by the
accuracy of the location we gave him.  It was only 5 miles off."

"What do you mean 5 miles off ?"  Davey asked.

"The plane was 5 miles to the west of where you projected it would be."
Dale responded.

"We didn't tell you where the plane would be."  Kevin said with obvious
exasperation.  "We told you where Dad and Uncle Dean were.  It was them we
were focused on."

"Oh, God.  I can be so stupid sometimes."  Dale muttered, obviously
crestfallen from the error.

"It's not your fault, Dale."  Jamie assured, coming up behind him and
rubbing a hand over his back fondly.  "We told them about what we were
looking for and they took it for granted it was about what they were
looking for."

"I'll call the Agent back right away and clarify what has happened."  Dale
stated and hurried back toward his office.  Davey turned and saw the
worried look which continued to occupy Denny's face.  The young boy sat on
his Uncle Eric's lap where he had been since they had moved to this room
from Dale's office.  Davey walked casually over to his brother hoping the
others would not take any notice.

"What's going on Denny ?" he asked quietly.  Denny's sad eyes looked into
his and Davey could feel the ebbing of life from the part of his brother
which was bonded to Ted.  "Come with me, we have to see Dale right away."
Davey instructed.  Denny rose from Eric's lap and grabbed Davey's hand
before their uncle had any time to react.  They exited the room and ran
down the corridor.  Those left in the Games Room looked around blankly at
each other.  Jamie and Kevin were the first to take off after them and
everyone else was right behind them.

"Dale, Dad is dying and we have to go to him, right now."  Davey announced
as he and Denny burst into the office.

"They have him!  They have him!"  Dale shouted as he leapt up from his
chair in excitement, the telephone receiver still gripped tight against his
ear.  Everyone came pouring into the office.  "The FBI Agent figured out
why there was the 5 mile difference and dropped rescuers by helicopter on
the spot we originally designated.  They found Ted and he's being evacuated
to the Emergency Trauma Centre right this minute.  The medical corpsman on
the rescue team says he will be all right."  There was a cheer from the
assembled group.  The four Guardians grouped together closely, three of
them watching the fourth intensely.

"He will be all right."  Denny verified as he gazed past the assembled
bodies into the future.  It was the first time he had dared allow himself
to look forward, the eight year old boy in him totally fearful of what he
might possibly see.

"What about my Dad ?"  Jamie questioned.  Dale's face darkened.

"He wasn't there, Jamie."  Dale said.  "There were footprints of several
people and signs of where they had walked into the forest, but as yet we
still don't know where he is."  The mood of the entire room turned sullen
again.

"I've tried to reach out to him with my mind."  Jamie said, speaking
primarily to his brothers.  "I'm not strong enough to do it alone."  As he
looked directly at each of them, each brother nodded.  They moved together
into a square and joined hands.  With minds joined as one, Jamie reached
out to his father's mind.

"Dad."

"Jamie, where are you ?"

"I'm in your mind, Dad.  Are you okay ?"

"I've been better, but I'll be all right.  You have to get to Ted, he is
injured."

"He's been rescued, Dad.  He's on his way to the Trauma Centre.  Search and
Rescue is coming for you.  They discovered tracks where Uncle Ted was
found."

"Tell them they must be careful.  The men who have me are armed.  Three of
them.  A father and two sons by the name of Dunmore."

"Dale will tell the FBI Agent right away."

"Can you include Dale in this communication and let him see what has
happened to me ?"

"Yes, but I will have to take the memory from you first and then transfer
it to him."

"You take it, but I don't want you, or your brothers looking at it, is that
clear ?"

"Yes, Sir.  We will do as you ask."  Jamie moved his eyes from Kevin, who
stood across from him and looked into Dale's eyes as he sat at his desk,
protectively watching the four young men.  Dale was startled at first until
he realized the nature of what had been given to him.

"Tell Dean, I understand."  Dale requested.  His message was relayed.


The hike to the Dunmore's homestead had taken about three hours.  Dean
estimated they had covered about five miles in that time.  The pace had
been steady and the terrain uneven.  During the trip Jackson, the youngest
had dropped back several times so he was walking even with or just ahead of
Dean.

"What's your name ?"  he asked.

"Dean."  was the answer given.

"I'm sorry about Ethan hitting you."  the younger man said.  "He ain't
usually like that.  He can be descent, if you just go along with him.  The
old man gets him worked up.  Ethan's hit me a couple times, but he's always
really sorry `bout it.  It's always when Pa has been goading him and
running him down.  He's real good to me other times.  Sometimes when he's
ruttin' in me he's real tender and talks to me softly.  Now Ethan's got
you, the old man is goin' to be after me all the time agin.  Don't fight
when Ethan comes fer ya, or he'll beat ya real bad.  I fought the first few
times and he left me black and blue.  When I finally did what he said and
enjoyed the feelings, he was real good to me."

Another time the one-sided conversation took another turn.

"What's it like where you come from, Dean ?  This is the only place I've
ever known.  I never been more than twenty miles in any direction away from
our land.  Pa says a man can walk fer days and the country is all the same.
Pa says there is nothing worth seein' anywhere else anyway.  Ma had been
other places.  Before she died she learned...taught us about things.  She
told us `bout cities where buildings are tall as from here to them trees
over there.  It seems impossible to think `bout that far goin' straight up.
Is it true ?  Someday I'd like to see that.

And another conversation took an unexpected twist.

"Makin' you come with us as a worker ain't right.  Pa knows better.  I don'
know what's got into him.  He's been feelin' poorly lately.  I think he
wants someone else for doin' the work he can't do no more.  Ethan is jus'
horny.  He wants somewhere else to stick his dick.  He don't think things
through sometimes.  I wish I could help you, but even if you got away, you
would die in the forests.  Yer a lot safer bein' with us than on yer own.
I'll make sure ya get enough to eat, jus' don' get Ethan mad at you and
you'll be okay.

The homestead itself was in a sheltered valley and was a magnificent piece
of land.  The two buildings on the property were rustic and small.  One was
the cabin in which the three men resided.  The other was a type of barn and
storage facility.  Dean was shut in a windowless, corner room of the
storage shed while the three Dunmore men went to their cabin.  At least his
hands were finally free.

While Dean rested on the straw covering the ground of the little room he
thought he had drifted off to sleep as he heard Jamie speaking to him in a
dream.  No, he wasn't asleep.  Where was Jamie ?  Speaking to his son in
his thoughts was a unique experience.  He was greatly relieved to know Ted
had been found and was being properly looked after.  A rescue team was only
a matter of a couple hours away.  All he had to do was wait patiently.  As
he recalled the pleasure of hearing Jamie's voice the door to his little
room suddenly swung open.

"Come out here."  Ethan snarled.  "It's time for you to earn yer keep."
Dean stepped out of the room into the larger barn-like area.  When Ethan
moved aside, Dean saw Jackson standing naked behind him.  The young man had
his head bowed and was staring hard at the ground, his hands held crossed
in front of his privates, obviously embarrassed being exposed to a
stranger.  "I'm gonna give my lil brother a reward for all the good times
we've had together.  I'm gonna let him have you first, then I'll show him
how to do it right."  The big man chuckled.  "Take your clothes off, or
they're gonna get ripped."

"I really don't want to do this, Ethan."  Jackson told his older brother.

"Stop bein' like that, Jackson."  Ethan said with a certain amount of
exasperation in his voice.  "Ya been good takin' it, now ya gotta be a man.
Ya gotta do it like a man."

"Being on top doesn't make you a man, Jackson."  Dean commented.  "It's the
quality of your love that makes you a man, not the position you express it
from."

"You shut up."  Ethan yelled, pointing his finger at Dean.  "My brother is
a man, like me.  He's goin' ta fuck you like a man."

"Ethan, your brother is a man.  A good, true loving man."  Dean counseled.
"When you're with him, he shows you the love he has for you.  Think of the
good times you've had together.  When you hold him in your arms, he's a
man, a man you love and loves you in return.  He doesn't need to prove
himself to you, or anyone else.  You already know."  Ethan was confused.
As he stood trying to decide what to do, Jackson moved up close to him and
wrapped him tightly in a big hug.  The big man resolved his turmoil and
hugged his brother back.

"I want you to take Dean back to safety."  Jackson told his brother
quietly.  "Holding him here is wrong and I don't want you to be a part of
it."  Ethan looked into his brother's eyes and slowly nodded his head.

"You traitors."  snarled their Pa from the doorway of the shed.  "I do
everythin' so's we got the help to carry on our lives and you two want to
throws it all away.  Well ur a couple'a damn fools.  We stold this townie
fool away.  The laws gonna be after us.  The only way he's gonna leave this
spread is feet first."  The elder man raised his rifle, cocked it and
pointed it in Dean's direction.

"No, Pa."  Jackson yelled, lunging at the barrel.  Before he reached his
mark, Ethan's big hand grabbed his brother's shoulder and pushed him out of
the way as he in turn moved to block his father's aim.  The sharp crack of
the rifle firing exploded in their ears.

Dean removed the rifle from the old man's hands as he stood paralyzed,
staring at Jackson, covered with blood, sitting on the ground holding
Ethan's lifeless body.  Ethan had indeed grasped the barrel of the rifle
before it fired.  When he jerked it aside, the gun went off and the bullet
caught Ethan in the neck, severing his carotid artery.  Ethan bled to death
in less than a minute with no action from Dean or Jackson having any
effect.


An hour later the rescue workers arrived and two hours afterward everyone
was gone.  The valley was vacant.



The past two days are only now starting to seem real to me.  Dean has kept
me with him most of the time.  It's like our places have switched and I'm
now his prisoner, but I know that is far from the truth.  I woulda been
lost forever if he hadn't been with me.

Dean told the rescuers Pa forced all of us to leave his friend Ted and come
to the homestead.  He told them Ethan was killed trying to take Pa's gun
from him.  He never said anything `bout me and Ethan bein' part of anythin'
what happened to him.  The Doctors talked to Pa when we got to the city and
put him in a hospital for people who don't think right.  They also said Pa
has cancer and is not going to live much longer, so the sheriff don't think
there will be no trial, just a coroner's hearing `bout Ethan's death.  Dean
says that won't be no problem.

After the sheriff was done talkin', a big, shiny car took us to the
hospital to see Ted.  He was still not awake, but after Dean got on the
telephone and had some papers sent to the people who run things, they told
him Ted was much better and should wake up sometime soon.  Dean said he was
going to stay with Ted and send me to a hotel to sleep.  I told him I
weren't goin' nowhere without him.  We had not eaten anything most of the
day and the nurses brought us some juice and sandwiches wrapped up in
see-through paper.  A little after it got dark outside, a nurse came and
told Dean people was in the waiting room to see him.  He was gone a little
while and when he came back he said he wanted me to meet some people.

I was real nervous about new people.  The waiting room was almost full.
Dean introduced me first to four young guys, Jamie, Davey, Denny and Kevin.
I almost started to bawl when he told me they was his and Ted's sons.  I
thought how what we done would have taken their Pa from each of them.  I
felt so guilty I couldn't help it.  The little one, Denny, looked at me
when I shook his hand like I was a coyote sneakin' out of the chicken coop.

Dean introduced the three men who traveled with the boys.  They were Eric,
Anson and Dale.  They were part of Dean's family, Eric was Ted's brother,
but he didn't say how the others were kin.  When Dale shook my hand, he had
the same cold look in his eyes as the young boy.  It made me really nervous
and a little afraid.  I stayed in the waiting room while Dean took two or
three of the people at a time to see Ted.  Denny or Dale watched me the
whole time the others was gone.

Dale and Eric insisted Dean get some sleep while they stayed with Ted.  The
boys all said so too and Dean finally gave in.  We rode in another big car
which carried all of us.  I never imagined cars like this, or so many of
them speeding `round on the roads.  The hotel was bigger'n our whole spread
and went straight up, taller than any ten trees I ever seen.  The elevator
ride terrified and excited me, both at the same time.  Dean had what they
called a `Suite".  It had three sleep rooms, all joined up to a room fer
sittin' in.  Each of the rooms was bigger'n both the cabin and barn at home
put together.

Anson seemed to know where everythin' and everybody should go.  He said one
room was for Eric, Dale and him, one room was for the four younger guys and
the other one was for Dean and me.  Each room had two giant beds someone
called, `king sized'.  Just after we got there, Dean said we needed to go
and eat somethin', before it was time to sleep.  I knew it'd been dark for
quite awhile outside, but the lights everywhere were so bright it was hard
to tell.  I didn't know what to make of everything.  There were things
everywhere I didn't recognize or understand.  Dean must have knowed how
scared and unsure I was `cause he didn't make no fuss about me stickin'
close to him as a shadow.

We all sat `round a big table in the restaurant.  I told the man I`d have
what Davey had, `cause I didn't know what any of it was.  I watched him and
did the same as he did when he ate.  Dean looked mighty tuckered and I was
feelin' a might weary myself.  When we was done eatin', Dean talked to
everyone.

"I want everyone to make a special effort to guide and help Jackson."  he
said.  "We are all lucky enough to be back together and Ted will soon be
with us as well.  Jackson has lost his brother and his father today.  He
doesn't realize it yet, or understand what it means, but he has joined a
new family.  He is entering a different world, a world he knows little
about and I want all of you, his new brothers, to guide him gently into
it."

I looked around the table.  Everyone was smiling and welcoming me to their
family.  Everyone except the young boy, Denny.