New Beginnings - The Alternate Series 10

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 7: Trial Run

Part 3:
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“You’re very quiet.” Blake commented watching concerned as Alexis toyed with her lunch.

After Alexis’s testimony the Judge had called a recess for lunch and a relieved Blake had insisted on taking her and Dana out for a quick lunch. Despite Blake’s attempts at conversation the meal had remained tense, Dana had been understandably nervous out in such surroundings but Blake was puzzled as to the reason for Alexis’s stilted conversation.

So he waited until Dana excused herself before tackling Alexis on the subject.

“Yes.” Alexis replied her eyes locked on her fork as it pushed her linguini around on her plate, she had taken only a few bites as since Sable’s revelation earlier she hadn’t had any appetite.

Somehow she had managed to get through her testimony, not that she remembered a word of it now. It had all passed in a blur but Mr Travers had seemed pleased with her and Mr Peterson had seemed sufficiently annoyed. Now if only she could shift this sick feeling in her stomach.

“Darling it will be alright…Your testimony would have melted even the most hardened heart.” Blake insisted reaching across to take her hand, his frown deepening as Alexis pulled away suddenly getting to her feet.

The very touch of his hand on hers caused her stomach to lurch, just the thought of where that hand had been on Sable and since on her. At least with Dex she hadn’t had that to contend with, Dex had never been able to conceal his guilt and had confessed his affair with Sable at the first opportunity. Blake unfortunately didn’t seem the share that weakness.

“We should be getting back don’t you think?” Alexis added dabbing her mouth delicately with her napkin, not waiting for an answer as she headed for the door leaving Blake at the table staring in surprise at her retreating figure.

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Blake had stewed all the way back to the courtroom, the drive had been just as awkward as the lunch and he was at a loss as to what could be causing it and Alexis seemed to be in no mood to enlighten him. Yet there was one person pleased to see him. “Fallon.”

Standing outside the courtroom scanning the crowd Fallon turned as soon as she heard her name, pushing her way through to get to her parents. “Mummy…Daddy its manic in here.”

“How did the morning go?” Fallon asked nodding a greeting to Dana.

“As well as could be expected.” Alexis replied sharply surprising her daughter with her coolness. “I think we had better take our seats.”

“Alright go ahead I’ll join you in a moment.” Blake replied catching his daughter’s eye, silently asking her to stay behind for a moment.

“Daddy what is wrong with Mummy?” Fallon asked the moment they were alone.

Shaking his head Blake paused before answering. “I don’t know ever since the trial started she has been distant…edgy…I know going over it again in court must have upset her but…” He broke off. “She is pushing me away and that is not like her. If I could think of a reason I would have thought she was mad at me…”

“Or perhaps someone else upset her?” Fallon added nodding across the hall.

Following her gaze Blake was surprised to spot Sable heading in the other direction. “That is a possibility…Excuse me Fallon.”

“Sable I’d like a word with you.” Blake’s voice cut through the general hubbub in the hallway as he fought to catch up with her.

Finally just as she reached the ladies room Blake grabbed her arm.

“Blake let me go.” Sable hissed, chestnut eyes flashing.

“We need to talk.” Blake insisted as he pulled her off down the hallway, finding an empty meeting room and dragging her into it.

“Blake this is harassing a witness.” Sable exclaimed hotly, moving to place the table between then. “Look if this about what I said earlier.” Sable began. “I was just baiting Alexis, I couldn’t stand her superior smugness a moment longer.”

“So you did have words.” Blake muttered some of the pieces falling into place.

“She started it, as usual.” Sable retorted sullenly. “Besides it wasn’t like I was telling her something she didn’t already know.”

Freezing at her words Blake’s gut clenched, she couldn’t mean…Had she told Alexis what had almost happened between them, but then Sable seemed to think she hadn’t told Alexis anything new? Shaking his head Blake frowned in confusion, nothing seemed to make sense but there was one thing he could sort out, here and now.

“Sable right now I have more pressing concerns than your latest spat with Alexis.”

“Adam.” Sable spat with barely contained disgust. “I do hope you didn’t drag me in here to plead for your son.”

“Adam.” Blake insisted, his dark eyes coolly determined. “I want your word that you will tell the truth on that stand. That you will put aside the animosity you feel towards Alexis, even Adam and not warp events to take revenge on my family.”

Pulling back in shock Sable sneered at his words. “I will do what I think is right, I have no intention of perjuring myself Blake but I won’t gloss over the situation so your boy gets off Scot free.”

“Then we find ourselves on opposite sides.” Blake growled.

“I guess we do.” Sable retorted coolly pulling her fur closer. “I am sorry it has to come to this Blake.”

Nodding Blake didn’t trust himself to speak watching as Sable turned and opened the door, pausing on the threshold as she caught sight of someone waiting for them. Someone who looked less than thrilled at finding them together.

“Alexis.” Blake began but one look from her cut him off dead.

Her emerald eyes flashing icily Alexis hissed. “If you two are quite finished the session is about to start.” Then without waiting for either of them she turned and strode off.

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“Mummy.” Fallon whispered concerned when Alexis returned to the courtroom her face pale and drawn.

“Not now Fallon.” Alexis muttered her lips drawn in a grimace as she took her seat.

“Where is Daddy?”

“I said not now.” Alexis retorted averting her eye when Blake suddenly reappeared pushing along the row and ignoring the muttered complaints of the people already seated till he reached the seat the other side of Alexis.

“Alexis.” Blake began but Alexis seemed determined to ignore him, turning her face away, treating him to a view of the brim of her hat. Leaning in closely Blake ignored the glares of the other spectators, knowing that no matter what she pretended Alexis could hear him. “Nothing untoward happened, I was just trying to get her to see reason about Adam…”

“The Prosecution call Mrs Sable Colby to the stand.” The court official called out and heads turned to watch Sable Colby stalk to the stand.

Waiting until Sable was sworn in Mr Peterson approached the stand.

“Mrs Colby I understand you were a witness to the incident at the Carlton Hotel. I was wondering if you could describe in your own words the events of that afternoon.”

“Yes of course.” Sable replied with a small smile. “I was having a meeting with my daughter Monica, Adam Carrington and Alexis Colby, our business was almost concluded when Mr Dexter appeared.”

“You hadn’t expected him?” Mr Peterson asked.

“No.” Sable replied with a shake of her head. “He wanted to talk to me privately but Adam and Dex started trading insults.”

“Indeed then what happened?”

“Then things got more heated, Alexis got involved and Dex stepped in between us.”

“Placing himself between Adam Carrington and Alexis Colby?” Mr Peterson asked. “So in your opinion did Alexis Colby have a clear view of her son?”

“Objection!” Andrew Laird called out. “Prosecution is leading the witness.”

“Sustained.” Judge Hacker insisted. “You will rephrase the question Mr Peterson.”

“Of course Your Honour.” Mr Peterson replied. “Mrs Colby did you have a clear view of Mrs Alexis Colby when she was stood behind Mr Dexter?”

“No.” Sable insisted. “I did not.” She added her eyes drifting over to the defence table, lingering on Adam before moving on to Alexis whose glare practically burned a hole through her.

“Then what happened?”


“Well Adam lunged at Dex.” Sable replied her voice choking. “He didn’t even see him coming he had turned his back towards Adam.”

“And that is when Mr Dexter and Mrs Colby went over the balcony.”

“Yes.” Sable added dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief.

“And after they fell how did Mr Carrington react?” Mr Peterson asked.

“He just stood there.” Sable spat. “He didn’t do a thing.”

“He was in shock?” Mr Peterson queried.

“It is possible.” Sable answered. “But he didn’t move to help his mother, she was laying there and he did nothing. Then when the paramedics arrived he vanished.”

“Adam Carrington.” Mr Peterson paused turning to point at Adam who sat tensed behind the desk. “Lunged for Mr Dexter, pushing both him and his own mother over the balcony and you are saying he didn’t even stick around long enough to make sure both received medical attention?”

“That’s correct.” Sable insisted her eyes boring into Adam enjoying watching him squirm.

“So in your opinion Mrs Colby do you buy Mr Carrington’s heartfelt plea, that he returned to face justice because of the prodding’s of his conscience?”

“Objection!” Mr Travers called out. “The Prosecution is asking the witness to comment on events she can have no knowledge about.”

“Your Honour, I am merely asking my witness to comment on Mr Carrington’s character and possible motive. Having witnessed his original reaction to the incident I feel Mrs Colby is in a unique position.”

Nodding Judge Hacker mused for a moment before replying. “I will allow the question, proceed Mr Peterson.”

“Thank you Your Honour.” Mr Peterson said before turning to Sable. “Mrs Colby if you will continue.”

“It is possible that Adam did indeed feel remorse for how he acted.” Sable paused her chestnut eyes catching Blake’s and for a moment he was almost convinced she would relent but instead her eyes hardened.

“But based on how he originally acted I think it had more to do with the national media interest in the case and the likelihood that he would be discovered wherever he was hiding. Adam is a lawyer by profession and he would know full well that things would better for him if he turned himself in than if he were discovered and arrested.”

“Thank you Mrs Colby…Your witness Mr Travers.” Mr Peterson called out as he took his seat.

“Well that could have gone better.” Blake hissed surprised when Alexis turned to face him, her expression grim.

“It was a good job you spoke to her.” Alexis retorted icily, her emerald eyes glinting like frozen jewels. “I hate to think how she would have been without your taming influence.”

To that Blake found he had no response.

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 7: Trial Run

Part 4:
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Dinner was a quiet affair. Blake felt as though he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

After her comment at the trial Alexis hadn’t spoken to him again. She had chosen to sit at the far end of the table and the children provided a buffer between them. A very awkward buffer.

Conversation had been stilted and when the grandchildren and Krystina had excused themselves after dessert Alexis rose as well, pleading a splitting headache she headed up to bed, all without so much as even looking at him.

“Daddy?” Fallon asked her blues eyes clouded with concern.

“I’ll deal with it Fallon.” Blake insisted getting to his feet and heading upstairs.

Yet he didn’t go to see Alexis directly, instead he stopped by Krystina’s room, relieved when she greeted him with a smile.

“Daddy.”

“I’ve come to tuck you in.” Blake explained helping his daughter into bed and tucking the blankets down around her. Kissing her forehead Blake laughed when Krystina held up her doll for him to kiss as well.

“Daddy is Alexis mad at me?” Krystina asked softly when Blake turned on her nightlight.

“No darling why would you think that?” Blake asked genuinely concerned.

“Cause she promised to read me a story tonight, and then she didn’t.” Krystina explained.

Shaking his head Blake smiled softly. “No darling I am sure she is not mad at you…maybe at me but not you.”

“Will you read me a story Daddy please…” Krystina pleaded fixing her big blue eyes on her father.

Relenting Blake accepted the book turning to the first page. “Once upon a time…”

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Walking down the hall Blake paused outside of Alexis’s door, hesitant to disturb her if she truly felt ill. Yet as he pressed his ear to the door he heard something that tore at his heart. She was crying, quietly as if she was smothering her sobs but he could still hear her. Grasping the door handle Blake was surprised to feel it turn easily in his hand, at least she hadn’t locked it.

The room was dark and Blake shut the door behind him before walking towards the bed where Alexis lay curled up unaware of his presence. Or at least he thought she was until her horse voice demanded.

“Leave Blake.”

Frowning Blake ignored her command approaching the bed, “Not until you tell me what is wrong Alexis”, sitting down beside her he touched her bare arm horrified when she shook him off.

Turning her tearstained face towards him Alexis hissed “Don’t touch ME!” Jumping from the bed to place as much distance between them as she could pacing over to her dressing table.

“God dammit Alexis.” Blake demanded. “If you won’t tell me what I am supposed to have done wrong how can I fix it?”

“Unless you have a time machine you can’t! That’s even if you really want to.”

“What are you talking about?” Blake spluttered getting up from the bed and stepping towards her.

Holding her hand up Alexis warned him off. “I’m talking about You and My Cousin in HER hotel suite!”

“Alexis..” Blake tried to think of what to say, stepping forward he reached for her, convinced that if he could just hold her, he could explain, make her see reason.

“Stay away from me!” Alexis hissed grasping for the nearest thing, a bottle of perfume and flinging it at him.

Ducking the perfume Blake dodged the hairbrush that followed, crossing the room and surprising Alexis by grabbing her arms. Struggling as Alexis continued to lash out, kicking him in the shins, Blake hissed as she tried to knee him somewhere even more sensitive.

He could have let her go, he probably should have done but he simply refused to give in now; even when Alexis elbowed him in the stomach and he doubled over he pulled her with him to the floor. Gasping for breath Blake rolled them over so she was pinned beneath him, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.

Screeching in frustration Alexis tried everything to free herself but it was in vain.

“WILL YOU JUST LISTEN!” Blake yelled when he had to fend off her knee once again his own temper flaring.

“What can you say?” Alexis spat. “How can you possibly explain this away…Sorry Alexis I accidentally fell on top of her and…”

“NOTHING HAPPENED!” Blake shouted before trying to rein in his temper. “I was drunk, you saw how drunk I was.”

“So you never laid a finger on her?” Alexis scoffed. “You must think I’m really dumb.”

“We kissed.” Blake confessed watching in shame as Alexis’s face fell. “She kissed me, but I let it happen.”

Scrunching her face up in disgust Alexis fought back tears. “What else did you just let happen Blake? Tell me darling, I know you were drunk, but surely you can remember. How different does My cousin feel hmmm.”

“I never touched her.” Blake insisted. “Not like that Alexis you have to believe me.”

“Really you expect me to believe Sable had you willing in her suite and nothing more happened, you didn’t even grope her?”

“I didn’t lay a hand on her!” Blake repeated but his inflection clued Alexis in.

“On her?” Alexis hissed eyes narrowing in disgust. “But she touched you didn’t she Blake?”

“Alexis please this won’t do any good.” Blake pleaded. “It meant nothing.”

But Alexis refused to listen to him unable to just let this go. “Oh but I really must hear all the details Blake. Did she run her hands through your hair…Stroke your chest…Tell me darling did she stroke anything else?”

“Alexis please.”

“You said she kissed you.” Alexis pressed on ignoring his distress and the tears that built behind her eyes as Blake reluctantly nodded. “Just on the lips?”

Unable to meet her piercing gaze Blake rolled off of her, resting beside her on the carpet whilst Alexis fought the instinct to gag. For a long moment neither spoke, Blake wallowing in his shame Alexis swallowing back tears.

“Was she any good…I imagine with that sharp tongue of hers.” Alexis taunted. “Better than me?”

“Alexis stop.” Blake pleaded turning on his side to face her.

“Did you tell her to stop Blake?” Alexis demanded her eyes full of angry tears. “Well did you, or did things not go any further simply because you had too much to drink?”

“No.” Blake whispered.

“You bastard.” Alexis ranted turning over quickly and slamming her palm into his chest, hitting him over and over until Blake forced her to stop.

“That is enough.” Blake insisted angrily. “Do you really want to know why things didn’t go further…” Blake paused holding Alexis’s blazing gaze. “YOU that is why!”

“A sudden attack of conscience?” Alexis scoffed. “Spare me Blake.”

“I called your name Alexis.” Blake cut in. “I wanted YOU not Sable and even she has her pride! I closed my eyes and imagined I was with YOU, I thought I had lost you.”

“And that is supposed to make it OK?” Alexis gasped. “Because you were just using her?”

“She was using ME!” Blake argued hotly, adding when he caught her disbelieving expression.

“You saw what state I was in Alexis, I was hardly capable of making rational decisions. I drank because I couldn’t bear loosing you, then I saw you with Powers. Sable was there, she pushed and to my great shame I didn’t stop her immediately but I did stop her.”

“Only afterwards.” Alexis spat bitterly.

“No not afterwards.” Blake insisted. “My conscience if you like, or perhaps it was just my better judgement made me call your name…Part of me knew it wasn’t you and I didn’t want anyone else so I left. I left to find you!”

“And that’s the truth.” Alexis asked holding his gaze.

“Yes.” Blake replied earnestly his heart fluttering as Alexis continued to regard him silently then finally she spoke her voice so low he had to strain his ears to hear her.

“Then why hide it from me?” Alexis whispered. “The next morning why didn’t you tell me?”

Sighing Blake forced himself to keep her gaze. “I was going to…But then the Minister called and Steven turned up. By the time we were alone again I was afraid of loosing you all over again I pushed it to the back of mind.”

“You should have told me.”

“I know but I am telling you everything now--Alexis we can’t let Sable win, she would like nothing more than to tear us apart.”

“I know.” Alexis replied softly relenting a little as the urge to connect with him became too strong and she reached out taking his hand. “You swear this was the only time.”

“I swear it.” Blake insisted reaching up and cupping her face. “You are the only woman in my life--the only woman I want in my life or my bed.”

For a moment Alexis allowed the caress, she wanted so desperately to believe him, to fling herself into her arms and not let go but something held her back. Perhaps it was pride…perhaps hurt but she couldn’t just let him off the hook. Anyone else it might have been possible, but not Sable.

Reaching up she caught his hands pushing them away, unable to bear the disappointed look in his eyes Alexis got to her feet walking over to her dresser toying with the jewellery that lay on the top. “I’m sorry Blake I just can’t…”

Standing up Blake hovered from one foot to the other approaching her slowly slipping his hands around her waist reassured when she didn’t immediately move out of his arms. “I understand you are upset, disappointed, even angry and you have every right to be.” Blake paused to gather his thoughts. “But I can’t loose you Alexis. I won’t.”

“I can’t Blake…not now.” Alexis insisted sliding his from her body. “I just need some time.”

Reluctantly Blake stepped back giving her the space she requested. “Alright…I’ll see you in the morning…You do still want to go to the trial together?”

“Yes.” Alexis answered softly. “Its for Adam after all, we should be there for him.”

Walking towards the door Blake’s feet felt as heavy as lead. The prospect of returning to his own room alone filled him with dread. Pausing with his hand on the door handle Blake watched Alexis retrieve her perfume and hairbrush setting them back on the dressing table. “I love you.”

Turning round Alexis half smiled sadly, “I love you to…I just hope that’s enough.”

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 7: Trial Run

Part 5:
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“Good Morning.” Blake said softly his dark eyes watching Alexis carefully as she sipped her coffee.

“Morning Blake.” Alexis replied just as timidly but she did meet his gaze which he took as progress.

“Did you sleep alright?” Blake asked searching for something neutral to talk about when all he really wanted to ask was if she had forgiven him yet.

“Awful actually.” Alexis replied with a small smile. “You?”

“I didn’t get much.” Blake answered honestly returning her smile. “Funny when there was no one there kicking me I sleep worse.”

“If I kick you at all you probably deserve it.” Alexis quipped.

“Oh undoubtedly.” Blake replied before adding softly. “I missed you…I missed you lying next to me last night and I missed waking up beside you this morning.”

“Blake.” Alexis began cutting him off. “Don’t.”

“Alright.” Blake caved in worried if he kept pushing he would drive her away. “You will still drive with me to the courthouse?”

“Of course.” Alexis replied. “Who am I to turn down a free ride.” She added setting down her coffee cup and getting to her feet placing her napkin down on the table. Then impulsively she squeezed his shoulder as she walked passed.

Blake released the breath he had been holding, certain now that things would be alright. It might take a little time but she would forgive him. In the end it wasn’t like she could stay away.

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Taking their seats Blake nodded to Mr Travers before greeting Andrew Laird.

Alexis sat on the edge of her seat waiting for Adam to be brought out.

“Darling.” She greeted her son enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around him, a hug that Adam gratefully returned.

“Are you alright?” She asked stepping back.

“I’m fine.” Adam replied sincerely. “Mr Dobson sends his regards.” He added much to Blake’s annoyance.

“Give him my best wishes.” Alexis answered rolling her eyes as Blake grimaced.

“Is it time to start presenting the defence?” Blake asked desperate to change the subject.

“Almost.” Andrew interjected. “The prosecution have called all possible witnesses so I imagine Mr Peterson will try to score some more points before he has to hand it over.”

“All rise.” The court official called out as Judge Hacker entered.

Waiting until the Judge was seated before everyone else retook their seats Mr Peterson approached the stand when requested.

“Has the prosecution finished presenting their case Mr Peterson?”

“Begging your indulgence Your Honour.” Mr Peterson replied. “The Prosecution have one final witness.”

“Objection.” Andrew Laird called out. “The defence have not been notified of any new witness.”

“Mr Laird has a point Mr Peterson, why should I permit you to present a new witness at this stage?”

“Forgive me Your Honour but this witness was not available until recently and only just agreed to testify.” Mr Peterson explained handing over a sheef of papers to the Judge who glanced at them his eyebrows raising up to his hairline.

“Alright Mr Peterson. I will permit this.” Judge Hacker responded ignoring Andrew Laird’s protest handing the paperwork to the court official.

Even the court official stuttered over the name. “The State calls Mr Farnsworth Dexter to the stand.
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Dex took the stand with a measure of reluctance, hissing under his breath as he leant on his crutch to make it to his seat.

“Raise your right hand and repeat after me…Do you promise to tell the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

Raising his hand Dex repeated the pledge his dark eyes scanning the courtroom, taking in familiar faces. Adam’s shocked expression, Sable’s conflicted gaze, Blake’s almost fearful face and Alexis. Dex could hardly bear to meet her gaze, to see reflected in her eyes raw emotion.

“Mr Dexter.” Mr Peterson began breaking Dex’s concentration. “Would you tell us in your own words the events that occurred at the Carlton the day of the accident?”

Taking a deep breath Dex sat back in his chair fixing the DA’s attorney with a steely gaze. “I arrived interrupting a meeting between Sable and Monica Colby, Alexis Colby and Adam Carrington.”

“Were they happy to see you?”

“No.” Dex replied sharply unable to help but recall that terrible day, having Sable all but tell him he was to have no contact with his own child, watching Alexis be hurt even worse than before when she found out her cousin now carried the child of her former lover.

Scowling at Dex’s less than forthcoming reply Mr Peterson tried again. “Mr Dexter can you expand on that for us, how did Mr Carrington respond to your presence?”

“Adam was less than thrilled.” Dex replied. “But then again so were the others. Heated words were exchanged between myself and Mrs Sable Colby and Alexis Colby. Adam of course had to get his comments in.”

“So Mr Carrington was spoiling for a fight?” Mr Peterson summed up.

“Objection!” Mr Travers called out. “That is supposition.”

“Sustained, rephrase Mr Peterson.” Judge Hacker added.

“Alright Mr Dexter would you say Mr Carrington was acting aggressively?”

Snorting in amusement Dex shook his head. “Adam’s permanent state of mind is aggressive, but he is more cowardly than violent, he talks big but does little to back it up.”

“But he did react violently on this occasion.” Mr Peterson replied.

“Oh he reacted.” Dex answered. “After I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him up against the wall.” He added causing the court to break out in muted whispers.

“Order.” Judge Hacker demanded banging the gravel.

Rubbing his forehead Mr Peterson clearly saw his chances of a conviction slipping away. “And after that?”

“Well I released him and turned back to face Alexis…Then I felt him push me from behind.” Dex explained his throat suddenly going dry as the memory of falling flashed before his eyes, thankfully after that his memory was blank.

Reaching for the glass of water he took a deep sip, looking up from his glass to lock eyes with a tearful Alexis. Clearly he wasn’t the only one remembering, he couldn’t remember Alexis ever looking so vulnerable, so afraid and perhaps that was the reason why he then said what he did.

“But I am sure Adam had no intention of pushing us over the balcony. He shoved me in retaliation, I tripped and took Alexis with me.” Dex added ignoring the angry outburst from his Father in the back of the courtroom.

Sam Dexter caused such a commotion that the Judge had him removed. But Dex only had eyes for Alexis, the relieved smile that lit up her face was worth ten times the satisfaction of sending Adam back to jail.

“Mr Dexter.” Mr Peterson gasped. “Are you saying Adam Carrington is not responsible for your accident?”

Turning to face the jury Dex gathered his emotions. “I am saying that although Adam caused us to fall I do not hold him solely responsible for my injuries, I am just as much to blame. I think it was just an unfortunate accident.”

Waving his hands up in despair Mr Peterson stalked back to his bench, flinging himself down into his seat. “Your witness Mr Travers.”

Sharing a look with Andrew Laird, Mr Travers only paused for a moment before answering. “We have no questions Your Honour.”

Rubbing his head Judge Hacker turned to Dex. “You may step down Mr Dexter…“

Then addressing the court he added. “I am adjourning this hearing to consider the implications of the testimony supplied by Mr Dexter.” Then banging his gavel he called out. “Court Adjourned.”

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Standing in front of a silent Dex Alexis held his gaze, her eyes conveying in a few seconds what a thousand words never could; the I’m sorry’s, I’m relieved you’re alright, the I miss you’s and I love you’s that couldn’t be spoken aloud.

“Alexis.” Dex whispered his dark eyes taking in the woman before him, burning the image into his mind as if he might never see her again. His lips caressing her name, speaking it like a benediction.

Not trusting herself to speak Alexis stepped forward surprising Dex as she wrapped her arms around his waist resting her cheek against his chest to hear his heart pounding strong and fast against her ear.

Smiling down at her Dex slipped his arms around her, revelling in the feel of her in his arms. The way she just seemed to fit, her body moulding to his as if they had been made for each other. Bending down he placed a light but heartfelt kiss on her brow, feeling her warm breath against his face as she sighed and in that moment he wished with all his soul that this didn’t have to end.

But it did.

The reason for that was standing a few feet away, trying hard not to watch them. Trying and failing not to feel jealous and territorial.

“I think someone is anxious to have you back.” Dex whispered for Alexis’s ears alone bemused as she giggled in response.

Snuggling her face into Dex‘s warm chest Alexis muttered. “He can wait a little longer…He kept me waiting long enough.”

Realising he had to let her go, for his own well-being if nothing else; Dex loosened his embrace running his hands down Alexis’s arms as he pulled her away. “You take care of yourself.”

“You’re leaving? But you only just got here.” Alexis exclaimed, dismayed when she recognised the resolute determination in Dex’s eyes.

Nodding Dex replied softly. “Alexis I have to, there is nothing for me in Denver anymore. I have friends and family in Wyoming and my child...I will have the fight of my life on my hands just trying to get visitation rights from Sable; if she thought...” He trailed off.

“That we were still friendly.” Alexis finished for him. “I understand. You do what you have to.”

Lifting a hand Dex traced her cheek with the tips of his fingers, memorising the feel of her skin, her warmth, the heady aroma of her perfume. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to draw her close and kiss her with all the tenderness he still felt so deeply but he resisted, dropping his hand. “Be happy!”

Reaching up to cup his jaw Alexis nodded. “You to…” She added before stepping away from him turning to watch as Blake now approached.

“Dexter.” Blake said curtly. “It is good to see you back on your feet.”

“Thank you Blake.” Dex said swallowing painfully as he forced the next words out. “I heard along the grapevine that the two of you are back together…I want to wish you both the best of luck.”

“Thank you.” Blake added grudgingly out of respect for Dex’s bravery yet he was still anxious to be away. To have Alexis away from Dex.

“Bye Dex.” Alexis said softly taking Blake’s arm when he offered it.

“Goodbye Alexis.” Dex replied his eyes catching hers once more before Blake ushered her towards the door.

“Blake!” Dex called out suddenly before the pair disappeared from his sight causing them to pause in the doorway. “Take good care of her you hear, don‘t hurt her.”

“I won’t you have my word.” Blake insisted as they left.

Biting his lip Dex forced down the feelings that his brief interlude with Alexis had dredged once more to the surface, whispering to himself. “Good because you won’t like the consequences if you do.”

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 7: Trial Run

Part 6:
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Walking into the courthouse Blake smiled inwardly as Alexis found and gripped his hand letting him lead her past the waiting press.

“Mr Carrington…Mrs Colby any comment for the press…Do you think the Judge will dismiss the charges?”

“No comment.” Blake growled his annoyance growing as the frustrated press tried a new tactic.

“Can you confirm your current relationship with Mrs Colby, are the rumours of a reconciliation accurate?”

“Why you…” Blake began whirling round to try and find which snot nosed reporter had dared question him about that now.

“Blake.” Alexis cautioned him, resting a restraining hand on his chest.

“They are not worth it.” She added forcing a mask of indifference on her face as she pushed through the pack into the courtroom.

“They are like a pack of hyena’s circling.” Blake spat the moment the door closed behind him causing Alexis to chuckle at his comparison.

“Finding this funny Blake?” Sam Dexter demanded shakily getting up from his seat.

“Sam…” Blake began placating but Sam Dexter was beyond being pacified turning his attention to a strangely silent Alexis.

“And you…It Didn’t take you long to turn my boy back into a lovesick puppy.” Sam sneered in disgust. “I don’t know what foul charms you used on him this time, but to get him to let your son off Scot free after what he did.”

“Me?” Alexis gasped her emerald eyes wide in shock. “I had nothing to do with it. Dex has always been his own man, who makes his own decisions.”

“He hasn’t been his own man since you turned him into your lapdog!” Sam retorted stepping towards Alexis his fists clenching.

Stepping into his path Blake met Sam’s dark eyes without flinching staring the older man down. “I suggest you take your seat Sam, this is for the courts to decide.”

“Typical, has she got you whipped as well Blake?”

Furious Blake went to lunge at him only the sudden appearance of Alexis holding him back, stopped him from laying the older man out.

“Don’t Blake that’s what HE wants.” Alexis hissed tugging him over to their seats but not before shooting Sam one of her patented death glares.

“I can’t believe it…I thought he was my friend.” Blake muttered as he sat down.

“People act differently when their children are involved.” Alexis replied sagely, smiling as Adam appeared.

Nodding Blake stood and greeted his son who despite his calm exterior Blake could tell was terrified. Alexis had a point where your children were involved things were different.

---

“In light of the testimony given by Mr Farnsworth Dexter I summarily dismiss the charge of attempted murder. On the lesser charge of Grievous Bodily Harm Mr Travers how does your client plead?”

Glancing across at Adam before answering the lawyer waited until the Carrington heir gave a nod before replying.

“My client pleads Guilty your honour.”

“Adam no…” Alexis gasped jumping to her feet. “Your honour…”

“Sit down Mrs Colby or I will hold you ‘In contempt’ of court!”

“Mother Please.” Adam begged his eyes sincere in the face of her distress. “I need to face this, you can’t protect me forever.”

“But Adam…”

“Adam is right Alexis.” Blake insisted as he guided her back into her seat. “He needs to do this and I’m proud of him for being brave enough to admit it.”

“Thank you father.” Adam whispered reverently, his expression truly peaceful as if he had finally found something he had been searching for all his life.

Calling the court back to order Judge Hacker quickly consulted with both counsels before addressing the court.

“The plea from the defence is accepted. All rise…”

Slowly the defence and prosecution stood to await the judges’ sentence.

“Adam Carrington you have pleaded guilty and found convicted of 2 counts of Grievous Bodily Harm against Farnsworth Dexter II and Alexis Carrington Colby. Normally each count of GBH carries a year’s sentence however as you pleading guilty and the face of the obvious remorse you have shown and that you have the forgiveness of both injured parties I am sentencing you to a six month custodial sentence. In light of the fact you have already served over half of that term awaiting trial I am suspending the remainder of the term and placing you on probation for a period of no less than two years.”

“Thank you Your Honour.” Adam said bowing his head in shock and relief that he would not need to return to prison.

“You do understand Mr Carrington that if you break the terms of your parole you are liable to return to prison to serve the remainder of your sentence.”

“He understands Your Honour.” Mr Travers replied, before turning to shake a relieved Adam’s hand.

Releasing him just in time to avoid being swept up in the enthusiastic hug Alexis pulled her son. A hug that Adam returned, wrapping his arms around his mother’s slender frame, almost pulling her off her feet as he burrowed his head into her shoulder fighting back tears.

“Oh Darling you’re coming home…”

“Mother…Oh Mother.”

Finally letting her son go Alexis turned to a quietly smiling Blake, allowing him a moment with their child.

“Father.” Adam began hesitantly. “I’ll understand if you’d prefer Dana and I stay at her hotel…”

“Nonsense!” Blake exclaimed truly horrified that even after everything they had been through Adam was still uncertain as to his place in the family and his affections.

Realising that was almost certainly down to his own natural reserve Blake decided to do something he very rarely did, something he couldn’t remember doing since Adam had been a tiny infant cradled in his arms; he hugged his son. Patting the boy on the back, Blake pulled away to find both his and Adam’s eyes exceptional shiny.

“You’re my son; your place is with your mother and me, with your family…”

Finding refuge in Dana’s arms as he wiped surreptitiously at his eyes Adam replied softly. “Thank you father. I don’t think you’ll ever know what that means to me.”

“Well let’s not hang around here any longer. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I expect you both packed and moved in by then!”

“That shouldn’t be difficult I don’t think either of us have much…Oh my I don’t think we have anything appropriate for Thanksgiving at the house.” Dana suddenly exclaimed.

“Why don’t you let me take care of that little detail?” Alexis replied. “I know one or two people who might be able to help…”

“We don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I insist, just consider it a welcome home present!”
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Walking into the library Blake smiled at seeing his family gathered together, well almost all the family.

Fallon and Jeff sat on the sofa with Lauren between them and LB playing on the carpet with his remote control car. Adam stood behind with his arm around Dana’s waist, a celebratory glass of champagne in their hands.

“Daddy.” Fallon greeted him enthusiastically getting to his feet and kissing him on the cheek.

“Hello Darling.” Blake greeted her before approaching Dana and Adam.

“Dana you look lovely.” Blake complimented her strapless dark blue dress that was gathered at the waist and fell in gentle folds to the floor, his smile growing as Dana blushed.

“Well thank Alexis not me…I don’t know how her couturier managed it.”

“Oh they are miracle workers didn’t I tell you?” Alexis called out and Blake turned gasping as he caught sight of her, resplendent in a fitted emerald green evening dress.

“You look breathtaking.” Blake whispered but clearly she heard him as her smile broadened sashaying into the room full-length velvet skirt trailing behind her.

“Well I am not the only one who can scrub up well.” Alexis answered turning back to the door. “Time for your entrance.” She called out smiling as Krystina all but bounded into the room, dressed in a pretty red satin gown, her long blond hair up in ringlets that bounced with her every step.

“Do I look pretty?” Krystina asked her father hesitantly.

“Darling you look like a princess.” Blake insisted bending down to kiss his youngest daughter.

“Alexis did my hair.” Krystina gushed reaching up to fiddle with a ringlet. “I’ve never had it curly before.”

“It looks lovely.” Fallon insisted sharing a smile with Alexis. “You used to put my hair up like that when I was little.”

“I did indeed but you fidgeted a lot more than Krystina does.” Alexis retorted laughing at Fallon’s expression. “You didn’t like dressing up…Would rather have been out climbing trees and riding horses than having tea parties. I often wondered what God was thinking giving a woman like me a tomboy but thankfully you seem to have grown out of it!”

“Are you sure she has?” Jeff cut in, ducking his wife’s hand as she tried to slap him.

“Dinner is served Mr Carrington.” Gerard called out from the doorway.

“Thank you Gerard…Well ladies.” Blake asked offering an arm to Alexis and his other hand to Krystina. “Shall we?”

Smiling Alexis accepted his arm, squeezing it gently as he escorted her into dinner, catching Blake’s eye as he turned to smile at her.

After having seated Krystina to his right Blake turned to Alexis an unspoken question in his eyes. A question Alexis answered by moving to sit on his left, allowing him to help push her seat in.

Leaning down Blake whispered in her ear his voice suddenly throaty. “Thank you.”

Turning her head Alexis met his gaze, her eyes soft dropping momentarily to his lips before flickering back up to meet his eyes once more. Smiling Blake lent forward brushing his lips against hers, a short but heartfelt kiss, a gesture, an apology, a promise.

Breaking apart Blake took his place at the head of the table, smiling at his gathered family he picked up his glass of champagne lifting it in a toast. Waiting until all eyes were on him Blake proposed a toast. “To Thanksgiving and family.”

Echoing the toast the family immediately fell upon the feast provided by Mrs Gunnerson, Fallon gently teasing her older brother that he better have another helping of pumpkin pie, as he needed feeding up. Jeff reminding LB that he had to eat at least the vegetables on his plate before he could have any pudding.

Sitting back Blake felt his heart swell with pride, for the first time in a long time, his family almost felt complete. Feeling Alexis’s hand on his Blake looked across and shared a smile. Things were finally looking up.
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Episode 8 - We wish you a Merry Christmas?


Synopsis:
It's almost Christmas and the Carrington Colby Clan gather to celebrate



SPOILERS AHOY HO HO HO



Spoilers

Christmas Eve brings some guests to the Carrington Mansion
Blake surprises Alexis
There is a new twist to a familiar Christmas story


Naughty Peek

“So this is where you have both been hiding.” Blake muttered, glancing across at Alexis who was brushing invisible lint from her dress. “You were missing from your room and then when I went to say goodnight to Krystina I found her bed empty. Just what are you two cooking up?”

“Nothing you need to know about.” Alexis countered taking the arm Blake offered.

“Now Krystina off to bed with you young lady.” Blake admonished. “Santa Claus only visits children when they are sound asleep.”

Laughing as her father tickled her as he leant down to place a kiss on her forehead, Krystina willingly scampered up the stairs the moment he released her.

“Goodnight Daddy, Goodnight Alexis.” She called out happily waving at the surprised adults.

Sliding his arm around Alexis’s slender waist as they made their way down the stairs towards the front door. Blake suddenly pulled them both to a stop, slipping his other arm around a confused Alexis. Leaning in he caught her lips in a gentle kiss.

“What was that for?” Alexis gasped when they pulled apart.

“Do I need a reason?” Blake teased, his dark eyes glinting playfully. “But if you really need one, let’s call it a thank you.”

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 1:
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Stacking his paperwork Blake smiled as he caught sight of the homemade Christmas card on his desk. It was supposed to be a Christmas angel, composed entirely of cotton wool, half a doily and some shiny gold foil; but in reality beared a closer resemblance to a rather wonky cloud and a rather large snowflake. Yet it had been made with love and Blake couldn’t think of anything finer to adorn his desk. Krystina had proudly hand delivered it to his office only a few days before when she been in town on a shopping trip with the ladies and Blake had enjoyed the chance to show off his youngest child.

Glancing at his watch Blake countered down the hours. He had the Henderson’s Christmas party to attend later and he had to find time to check on Alexis’s Christmas present. He had left Gerard in charge and his butler had assured him it would be finished on time, even with having to fit work on it around Alexis’s working habits which were a little more haphazard than Blake’s own and so more challenging to anticipate.

It had been hard enough to arrange without her finding out and it would be ruined if she discovered it early, but it was hardly something he could wrap up and hide under the tree.

Hearing his phone buzz Blake picked it up. “Yes Marsha?…Show them in and hold my calls.”

A moment later his door opened and in walked Sable, even her fur couldn’t cover her now prominent stomach, accompanied by her less than delighted daughter Monica.

“Blake.” Sable greeted him frostily pulling off her gloves and setting them down on his desk.

“Sable, thank you for coming.” Blake replied waving her towards a chair before turning to Monica. “Monica a pleasure as always.”

“Blake.” Monica replied with a sharp nod, her face showing clearly she was less than thrilled to be here.

Lowering herself into it Sable grimaced rubbing her back. “Why this couldn’t have waited until after Christmas…”

“We’ve been dancing around this for long enough, time to get it sorted don’t you think?” Blake added reaching for the contracts, handing her a copy to read. “It is quite straight forward, just as we discussed.”

Scanning the contact Sable handed it over to Monica to check for her and ignored the pen Blake offered pulling her own out her handbag signing her name fluidly across her copy once Monica had approved it, sliding it across to Blake and accepting the other from him, adding her signature to that as well.

Waiting until she had finished Blake signed both copies before leaning across and buzzing Marsha. “Can you bring in the cashiers cheque please Marsha?”

A moment later Blake’s trusted secretary appeared cheque in hand. “Oh Mr Carrington Mrs Colby called, she asked if you could pop into Jenson’s for her and pick up the pieces she has ordered…She won’t make it into town this afternoon and she needs them for the party this evening.”

Snorting Sable got her feet accepting the cheque and placing it in her handbag retrieving the deed to The Carlton from Monica which she threw down on the desk. “Now she has you running errands…I never thought I’d see you as anyone’s lapdog Blake.”

Scowling Blake snatched up the deed putting it into his briefcase, which he shut with a sharp snap. “I would appreciate you not commenting on matters you know nothing about Sable. I can do quite well without any more of your so called assistance.”

“Mother we do need to go.” Monica insisted looking at the time. “We have that fight to catch.”

“Just give us a moment.” Sable insisted waiting until her daughter closed the door behind him before turning back to Blake. “And just what was that supposed to mean?”

“You know damn well what I am talking about!” Blake spat his dark eyes cold as they locked with Sable’s. “Did you think Alexis wouldn’t tell me?”

“Oh I am sure she ran telling tales.” Sable retorted. “What did you expect Blake that I would sit idly by and just let her walk all over your daughter? Since you banned me from seeing Krystina I had to come up with something to explain why and it is hardly far from the truth, except if you exchange the W for a B and you have a far more fitting description.”

Disgusted by the way she justified her selfish behavior Blake shook his head in disbelief. “And you just had to tell her about Washington.” Blake added no longer trying to keep his voice down.

“I thought she already knew!” Sable retorted slamming her palms down the desk, grimacing when her back twinged again.

“Like that would have stopped you!” Blake muttered. “I never thought you capable of that Sable, what happened between us should have stayed just that. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell and neither should a lady…You disappointed me…I thought no matter how we might argue about Alexis, about Adam, that deep down we remained friends.”

Her bottom lip trembling Sable turned her face away unable to face the betrayed expression on Blake’s face. She truly had never intended for things to get this far out of hand but she had no idea how she could convince Blake of this. “I guess there is nothing left to say.” Sable added picking up her purse and tucking it under her arm. “Goodbye Blake…I would wish you a Merry Christmas but you would probably accuse me of being insincere in that as well.”

For a moment Blake was torn, memories of her past kindness warred with her recent behavior, yet he could not bring himself to make peace. “You can see yourself out.”
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Humming to herself Alexis selected another rose; bringing it to her nose she inhaled the scent, smiling as she placed it in the arrangement. Standing back she laughed and tried her best to fix it, fiddling until it looked just right.

“Well…Don’t tell me next you will be baking cookies?” A dry wit observed from the doorway and Alexis turned to scowl playfully at her eldest son.

“If I do you will be the poor soul forced to taste test them!” She added pointing at him.

“Oh dear food poisoning and right before Christmas as well.” Adam retorted walking into the room and kissing his Mother on the cheek

“Just for your cheek I will inform Santa not to bring you any presents.” Alexis quipped moving the rose arrangement over to the side table, standing back and deliberating.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Enjoying what?” She asked distracted as she moved the roses back to the coffee table.

“This…My Mother the happy homemaker. I almost feel like I’ve walked into a centerfold for The Ideal Home.” Adam joked sitting down on the settee and admiring the festively decorated room.

“Don’t be factious Adam.”

Smiling Adam enjoyed the familiar teasing. “Seriously though Mother I have never seen the house looking better, you have out done yourself.”

“I have, haven’t I?” Alexis retorted returning his smile before coming and sitting beside him. “Oh I have a good feeling about this Christmas.”

“Any particular reason?”

Frowning in confusion Alexis said, “Why do you ask?”

“Oh just fishing.” Adam replied. “If there were going to be any special announcements say…” He trailed off watching as his mother blushed and immediately began to fuss with the magazines left on the table.

“I don’t know what you could be talking about…”

“Don’t you?” He asked watching her expression closely. “Well that is a shame. It would makes things perfect don’t you think?”

Gritting her teeth Alexis all but hissed, “Just leave it Adam.”

“As you wish.” He replied shrugging aside his disappointment. “So will all the family be present this Christmas? Will Amanda and Steven be gracing us with their presence?” Adam asked unable to completely mask the sarcasm in his tone.

Bristling at his tone Alexis stood and placed some space between them, moving to adjust the garland that was draped across the mantelpiece. “I don’t care much for your tone Adam, but to answer your question no. Amanda will remain in Europe, she is skiing in St Moritz and Steven has business in Washington, so poor Danny will have to spend the holidays with that ghastly mother of his in New York.”

“Such a shame.” Adam muttered unable to completely hide the smile that tugged at his lips.

Whirling round Alexis confronted her eldest. “Adam if you want to give me a Christmas gift I can actually appreciate you may consider loosing this absurd animosity towards your Brother!”

“A pleasant idea but hardly likely.” Adam retorted getting to his feet and making his way over to the decanter on the sideboard. “Drink?”

“No.”

“Mother Steven and I have never seen eye to eye. He resents me, he always has.”

“That is ridiculous!” Alexis began only to be cut off by her son.

“I know you would prefer not to believe it, both you and Blake have a blind spot where he is concerned. Precious perfect Steven, he wouldn’t be guilty of a jealous thought, not the boy you actually got to raise!” Adam muttered sarcastically taking a swig of his whisky.

“Adam!” Alexis exclaimed crossing the room placing her hand on her son’s arm. “You don’t really…You can’t think Blake and I play favorites?”

“Why shouldn’t I it’s the truth.” Adam replied bitterly. “Steven is the good son, Adam the bad.”

“That is ridiculous.” Alexis insisted catching his hand. “Darling we love you, all of you, good and bad, right and wrong. People can’t be labeled, if they were I would hate to think what would have happened to either Blake or myself, we would have been written off years ago.”

Smiling she pulled a placated Adam back to the settee. “I am sorry that you still feel insecure in your own family. I would have thought after the last few months you would have realized there is little your parents would not do for you?”

Hanging his head Adam felt the sudden weight of her words. “I am sorry Mother.”

Cupping his cheek Alexis forced him to meet her gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You are my son and I love you. And to prove that I would like to extend an offer…I had planned to wait until after New Year to give you a little more time to settle back in…I know you and Dana plan to go away for a while…”

“Mother.” Adam warned. “Just what are you planning?”

Pausing Alexis smiled beguilingly before answering, “I was hoping you would agree to come back to Colby Co?”

Sitting back in his chair Adam was perhaps for the first time in his life actually speechless.

---

“Sammy-Jo you can’t do this now.”

“I’m sorry Steven but I can’t turn down this job…They need me to fly to South America tonight, It’s for the New Year cover, I can’t turn this job down.”

“But you promised.”

“I’ll make it up to him I promise!”

“That’s what you said last time.” Steven retorted.

“I’m sorry…Tell Danny I love him and I am sure Santa will send him whatever he wants.”

“Sammy-Jo.” Steven called out as he heard the phone line click and so he set the phone back in the cradle.

“Mummy isn’t coming?” Danny asked his blue eyes turned expectantly to his father.

Sighing Steven ran his hand through his blonde hair. Glancing around his apartment Steven wondered if it was too late to find a tree and decorations. He had put off decorating because Danny was supposed to spend Christmas with his mother in New York but they couldn’t spend Christmas here, alone.

“Daddy…” Danny began holding his teddy bear close. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry Danny.” Steven replied reaching for the phone. “I’ll make sure we have the best holiday ever.”

---

[ss9]

Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 2:
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The Carrington Mansion looked like fairyland. Or at least that was how it looked to Krystina Carrington as she sat at the top of the stairs watching the staff scurrying about through the banisters.

The giant tree dominated the entrance hall, its deep green branches decorated by thousands of twinkling little lights, red velvet bows and the most detailed little wooden ornaments. From her spot Krystina had counted the two turtledoves right near the top of the tree down to the twelve red-coated drummers drumming near the bottom.

LB had insisted the little drummer men could be wound up to play a tune but Krystina had not been brave enough to try it. Yet!

But the big tree was not the only one in the house, there was another in the far corner of the living room and this was the tree that was the focus of the children’s attention; for the very important reason that this was the tree with the presents round it.

Although Krystina had already confided in her letter to Santa that she would gladly trade all of her presents if it meant she could have all her family here for the holidays. Thinking about her family Krystina couldn’t help but think about the wishes she had made. Alexis had already fulfilled one of them.

Fallon hadn’t yelled at her since this morning she had skipped school.

In fact every time her sister looked like she was about to raise her voice, she suddenly went pale and silent. Krystina could only guess it was a powerful spell she was under.

He could only hope she would get her other wishes too. Perhaps if she was very good and went to bed when she was told, ate all her vegetables and kept her room tidy; she would get everything she asked for?

“Spying on the staff?”

Startled Krystina looked up surprised to see an elegant Alexis standing behind her. The diamonds at her ears and throat catching the light and twinkling as brightly as the Christmas lights.

“Are you going to tell?”

Smiling Alexis eased herself down to sit beside Krystina, carefully folding her full length satin gown.

“Why would I do that? I think eavesdropping is a valuable life skill and should be encouraged.”

“You’re not like other grown-ups.” Krystina pronounced seriously her blue eyes widening as Alexis simply laughed.

“Why thank you.” Alexis replied cheerfully, her emerald eyes twinkling as brightly as her diamonds. “Heard anything interesting?”

“Not really…Mrs Gunnerson burnt the first round of mince pies because she was talking to her sister on the phone…Oh and I saw Gerard kiss Jeanette under the mistletoe.” Krystina confided with a giggle, glancing across at Alexis relieved when she smiled.

“Did he now.” Alexis muttered, filing away that piece of gossip, who knew when it might prove useful.

“Are you and Daddy going out?”

“Yes we’ve been invited to the Henderson’s Christmas party.”

“And we are half an hour late.” An amused said from behind the seated pair.

“Blake.”

“Daddy.” Krystina echoed jumped to her feet to hug her father who looked very dapper in his tuxedo and black tie.

“So this is where you have both been hiding.” Blake muttered, glancing across at Alexis who was brushing invisible lint from her dress. “You were missing from your room and then when I went to say goodnight to Krystina I found her bed empty. Just what are you two cooking up?”

“Nothing you need to know about.” Alexis countered taking the arm Blake offered.

“Now Krystina off to bed with you young lady.” Blake admonished. “Santa Claus only visits children when they are sound asleep.”

Laughing as her father tickled her as he leant down to place a kiss on her forehead, Krystina willingly scampered up the stairs the moment he released her.

“Goodnight Daddy, Goodnight Alexis.” She called out happily waving at the surprised adults.

Sliding his arm around Alexis’s slender waist as they made their way down the stairs towards the front door. Blake suddenly pulled them both to a stop, slipping his other arm around a confused Alexis. Leaning in he caught her lips in a gentle kiss.

“What was that for?” Alexis gasped when they pulled apart.

“Do I need a reason?” Blake teased, his dark eyes glinting playfully. “But if you really need one, let’s call it a thank you.”

“For what?”

“You know what…I don’t know how you did it but thank you.” Blake replied seriously, stroking her cheek gently.

Catching her hand Alexis pressed a quick kiss to his palm. “Just a bit of magic Darling, that’s all it takes.” Alexis quipped, causing Blake to laugh and the pair disappeared though the door oblivious to the pair of blue eyes that followed them.
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“I’m sorry Ma’am as but as I told you half an hour ago the plane simply cannot take off in the current weather conditions.”

“But planes are landing!” Sable all but screamed in the check-in girl’s face, “How can they land if we cannot take off? Or are they operated by different airlines, ones with more sympathy for the customers they have stranded!”

Forcing a polite smile the attendant mentally counted to ten before replying, wondering if the triple time she was being paid was worth it to take this level of abuse. Perhaps next year she should take her sister’s advice, book the day off early and spend it curled up in front of the TV watching re-runs of ‘I love Lucy’ Christmas specials and being driven nuts by all the adverts.

“I’m sorry Ma’am but the traffic control is only clearing inbound flights, may our customer service personnel be of some help booking accommodation here in Denver or perhaps you would like to hire a car?”

“You can take your car and your accommodation and stick it….”

“Mother!” Monica cut in grasping Sable’s arm and pulling her away from the desk. “You can’t talk to her like that she is only doing her job.”

“Her job my…”

“Language.” Monica hissed nodding towards a huddle of small children who was dozing on the plastic airport chairs nearby. “And you really should sit down, all this standing and agitation is not good for you in your condition.”

“Thank you Mother.” Sable retorted sarcastically her chestnut eyes narrowing, as stubbornly refused even as her back spasmed painfully. “I am a grown woman I am quite capable of deciding for myself when I should sit.”

Shaking her head at her mother’s stubbornness Monica rubbed her aching forehead, her last nerve frayed beyond breaking point. “Fine sit or don’t sit, yell at everyone if you want. It won’t get us home any quicker, unless all that hot air you are expelling is going to melt the ice on the runway!”

“Don’t you get smart with me young lady.”

“Well I am running out patience.” Monica muttered. “We wouldn’t even be in this situation if you hadn’t jumped when Blake Carrington deigned to call…” Adding in a muttered whisper that Sable unfortunately caught. “And you called him a lapdog.”

Red-faced Sable’s lip trembled with barely restrained rage. “What did you say?”

For a moment Monica considered backing down, after all a row here and now would solve nothing and her Mother was heavily pregnant, the doctors had warned her Sable would be temperamental. But the memory of being dismissed from Blake’s office earlier like a wet behind the ears intern still rankled and Monica found herself speaking before thinking.

“I was commenting on how you dropped everything, ignored Doctor’s advice and stranded us both here on Christmas Eve just because Blake Carrington deigned to request your presence. If I didn’t know better…”

“If you didn’t know better, what?” Sable hissed when Monica suddenly blanched and stopped ranting. “No don’t stop now we were only just getting to the good bit.”

Meeting her Mother’s gaze Monica stared at her as if she had suddenly realized some monumental truth. “You’re in love with him.”

Gaping in shock Sable blustered unable to articulate a reply. “What…You…Ridiculous!”

“You are!” Monica insisted. “I can’t believe it but it’s the only thing that makes sense, there is only so much you can blame on the hormones.”

“You are talking nonsense.” Sable answered yet her voice lacked her usual conviction, as if part of her was finally realizing it. However before she could deny it further her back clenched once more and Sable hissed through the pain.

“Mother?” Monica was immediately at her side, their argument forgotten. “Please you need to sit.”

Gasping as the pain intensified rippling across her stomach Sable grabbed hold of her daughter to stop herself from falling, feeling her thighs grow wet. “That won’t help…Oh my god the Baby…it’s coming.”

---

Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter Blake took a deep sip, his dark eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. Smiling as acquaintances passed and bid him a Merry Christmas Blake made his way through the throng.

Finally he caught sight of a dark head and a scarlet dress, a tinkling laughter and the glitter of diamonds. Walking up behind her Blake slipped his arms around her waist kissing her neck.

“There you are.”

“Here I am.” Alexis replied turning in his arms, sliding her hands up around his neck. “Have you been having fun?”

“No I’ve been miserable. Where have you been hiding?” Blake demanded.

“Oh I’ve been circulating.” Alexis replied. “I’ve talked to a few important people and few unimportant people and I’ve done a little business.”

“Business!” Blake scoffed. “You Madam are a workaholic.”

“Guilty as charged.” Alexis retorted toasting him with her champagne, downing the remainder in one gulp passing the empty glass off.

“Well Milady can I drag you away from your business long enough for a dance?”

Pouting slightly Alexis allowed Blake to pull her towards the ballroom. “I think that is a distinct possibility Mr Carrington.”

Yet as they were only halfway to the dance floor a sharply dressed butler approached. “Mr Carrington?”

“Yes?”

“Phone call for you sir, if you would follow me?”

Sharing a glance with Alexis, they followed the butler to a nearby study, Blake moving to the waiting phone whilst Alexis amused herself, tutting at the rather ugly family portraits that lined the mantelpiece.

“Hello?”

“Blake, its Monica…I’m calling from Denver Memorial.”

“Monica!” Blake gasped in surprise drawing Alexis’s immediate attention. “What are you doing there?”

“It’s Mother she went into labour at the airport…Anyhow that doesn’t matter. I know you and Mother had words but she needs you here. The doctors are worried about the baby…His heart beat is irregular and they are going to operate. She is so scared and was asking for you…”

“Don’t say anymore I’m on my way.” Blake replied setting the phone down and turning to Alexis with an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid that dance is going to have to wait.”

“Where are you going?” Alexis asked as he made to leave, pausing to kiss her cheek.

“Denver Memorial. Sable is in labour and there are complications, she is asking for me.” Blake replied only now realizing how suspicious that sounded. “I feel somehow responsible I was rather hard on her earlier.”

“Earlier?” Alexis replied her eyebrow rising as Blake looked uncomfortable.

“It was business and a surprise.” He added, relieved when she nodded. “It’s a long story.”

“Well the drive over there should be long enough.” Alexis retorted ignoring Blake’s look of shock. “I’m coming with you!”

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[ss9]

Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 3:
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Pushing his way through the crowded maternity waiting room Blake searched for a familiar face, relieved when he spotted Monica.

“Blake. Thank goodness you’ve come.” Monica greeted him warmly, her pleasant expression slipping as she caught sight of Alexis. “I didn’t realize you were bringing company.”

Rolling her eyes Alexis ignored the hostile greeting. “Is there any more news? Have they taken her into surgery?”

“She’s in there now…I haven’t heard anything since.” Monica replied too stunned by the questions to be obstructive.

Patting Monica’s arm Blake struggled to think of something reassuring settling for, “She’s in the best possible hands.”

It seemed like half an hour but it in reality it was probably nearer half that time before a Doctor in scrubs came out to see them. “Monica Colby?”

“Here.” Monica called out jumping to her feet, Blake dogging her footsteps. “How are they Doctor?”

“The surgery was a success, your Mother is in recovery we will be moving her to a room in the maternity ward in a few minutes.”

“And the baby?” Blake demanded surprising the Doctor with his vehemence.

“Are you the father?”

Shaking his head Blake risked a glance at Alexis relieved when she didn’t appear angry. “No but I am a friend.”

“Mrs Colby had a little boy, unfortunately he appeared to be having breathing difficulties so we transferred him immediately to neonatal intensive care…They had to put him on a ventilator and are running some more tests. I’m afraid that is all I can tell you at present?”

Nodding Monica asked. “Can we see her?”

“Soon.” The Doctor replied. “She is still recovering from the surgery, and the anesthetic is making her a little woozy but she keeps demanding to speak to a Blake Carrington, she is quite insistent about this if…”

“I’m Blake Carrington.” Blake answered surprising the Doctor.

“Mr Carrington it is not exactly hospital policy but if you wouldn’t mind gowning up, the recovery team could certainly use the help, they are a little stretched back there.”

“Of course Doctor.” Blake replied sparing a glance for a disappointed Monica. “I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything.” He insisted before following the Doctor, and so missing the jealous glare Alexis bore into his back, as he didn’t even look in her direction.

Fuming Alexis forced her anger behind a faux expression of concern whilst inwardly her stomach churned. If Sable thought she could use this situation to her advantage, to use her condition and her son’s ill health to latch on to Blake she had another thought coming. There was one ace Alexis had left to play, perhaps now would be the right time.

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Walking into the recovery unit Blake scrunched his nose at the combined smell of blood and antiseptic. Following the nurse through the room he heard Sable before he spotted her.

“I want my baby…Bring me MY BABY!” Her voice carried across the room and Blake caught sight of the harried look on the already overworked nurse’s face.

“We can’t bring him down just yet Mrs Colby the doctors need to do all their checks remember.” The nurse placated Sable gently to little effect.

Yet Sable visibly relaxed when she spotted Blake. “Blake thank god, have you seen my baby…They’ve stolen my baby…you have to find him for me.”

Shushing Sable Blake sat down on the bed surprised when she all but flung herself into his arms, sobbing wildly. Patting her back Blake tried to calm her, catching garbled words in between sobs, “Baby..Sorry…Soo Sorry Blake…Love…Sorry.”

“It’s alright Sable.” Blake muttered. “I’m here it’s alright, your son is just fine…He’s sleeping right now, the nurse will bring him to you soon.”

Snuggling into his embrace Sable calmed. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Blake replied. “Now you need to rest, you’ve just had an operation.”

Nodding Sable closed her eyes lulled by his voice, the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. “I will…I’ll see the baby when I wake up.”

“Of course you will.” Blake muttered sharing a look with a relieved recovery nurse who now her charge was calm disappeared to tend to her other patients.

“So glad you’re here…So sorry Blake.”

“I know you are; it doesn’t matter anymore.” Blake reassured her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Sighing as she felt the brush of his lips and his breath on her skin Sable yawned, sleepily muttering. “I love you Blake.” Before dropping off completely.

Frozen at her words Blake tried to stifle his panic, of all the things to say, she had to say that. And he was trapped, trapped holding her in his arms, trapped by his morals and character. It seemed absurd but at that moment all he could think of was a less than amused Alexis, emerald eyes glinting as she retorted sarcastically ‘I told you so’.

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Walking to the payphone Alexis paused before dialing the familiar number the money she had ‘borrowed’ from the staff nurse now warm in her hand as she gripped it tight. For a moment she stared at the receiver lying innocently in the handset before picking it up, justifying the call to herself that he had a right to know.

Dialing the number she deposited the coins and waited on tenterhooks for the phone to be picked up at the other end, only now realizing that she might get a frosty reception if any of the other potential houseguests picked up the phone.

So it was she all she could do, not to sigh in relief as a very familiar baritone caressed her ears. “Dexter Residence.”

“Dex.” Alexis answered part of her still unable to believe she could to talk to him when only a few weeks ago she had thought that would be impossible.

“Alexis?” The surprise in Dex’s voice was evident. “This is unexpected.” He uttered before adding quickly. “Wonderful but unexpected.”

“Dex I can’t talk long…I’m at Denver Memorial…You need to come to Denver, charter a plane, drive, hell lasso yourself a passing stampede if it will work.”

“Hey…Hey slow down what’s wrong, are you OK?” Dex demanded concern coloring his tone.

Smiling before she could help herself Alexis answered softly. “I’m fine, it’s not me…It’s your son Dex, Sable gave birth to a boy little over half an hour ago and all I know is that they’ve taken him to intensive care.”

“I’m coming.” Dex answered sharply. “I’ll talk to a pilot friend of mine we’ll be there in a few hours.”

“Alright, I’ll arrange for a car to pick you up.”

For a moment there was only the sound of his panicked breathing but then he added softly. “Thank you.”

Hearing the pips start to beep Alexis added quickly. “That’s alright, after all the times you’ve been there for me, it really is the least I could do.”

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“Just tell me Doctor.” Sable insisted wishing that she could push aside this drained feeling and the lingering effect of the general anesthetic. Clutching Blake’s hand tightly she tried to draw strength from him. “Will my baby live?”

Sighing Doctor Ramsay tried to remain emotionally distant but it was difficult in cases like these. “There is no easy way to say this Mrs Colby but your son is a very sick little boy. We had to take him straight to the neonatal intensive care unit because he wasn’t breathing properly; he has a significant amount of fluid on the lungs, not uncommon in premature infants. So we have him on a ventilator and have installed a chest drain.”

“So he will get better?”

“The drain will help clear his lungs and we will give him steroids to develop them further but I’m afraid that isn’t our primary concern.”

Trembling Sable leant into Blake’s comforting arm. “What else is wrong?”

“The infant heart monitor results during your labour made us concerned which is why we decided to operate. We had a cardiologist come down and take a look at your son the moment he was stable and he confirmed our suspicion. Mrs Colby your son has an atrial septum defect, what is known in the medial world as a Ostium secundum atrial septal defect.”

Frowning Blake glancing at Sable before asking. “I’m sorry Doctor Ramsay what exactly is this Ostium…, is it serious?”

“It can be, and in your son’s case we suspect it is…We have to do more tests before we can be certain.” Pausing before answering the Doctor realized he had put off the inevitable long enough. “It is more commonly known as a hole in the heart. I’m sorry.” He added watching as his patient burst into tears, turning into Blake’s embrace.

“I’ll give two you a moment.”

Holding Sable tightly in his arms Blake wracked his brain for something soothing or reassuring to say but all his words felt hollow on his tongue.

“Blake he can’t die.” Sable sobbed hysterically. “They can’t let my baby die.”

Shushing her gently Blake wished he could contradict the Doctor’s dire diagnosis, but there was nothing he could do, so instead he just held her close rocking her gently until she fell into an exhausted sleep in his arms.

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Leaning back against the soft leather of the interior of his limo Blake ran his hand over Alexis’s bare arm reassured as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

“What a night.” Alexis muttered sliding her hand up over his chest.

“I’ve had better.” Blake replied holding her close. “Do you think we did the right thing…I can’t think leaving Sable was the best thing.”

“Blake the Doctors have her sedated, what she needs right now is uninterrupted rest. The hospital promised to phone when she woke up or if there was any change with the baby, besides Monica is there and she will handle things tonight. Sable will need her strength now more than ever, and she will need yours as well.” Alexis answered adding the last bit softly.

Surprised at the genuine sympathy he heard in her voice Blake drew back and looked down at the woman in his arms. “And you are really alright with that?”

“Even I am not that much of a bitch!” Alexis retorted causing Blake to chuckle against her ear.

“I’ll admit I was jealous when she first asked for you, and I did come to the hospital…”

“To keep an eye on me.” Blake finished. “Oh I know…You are so very territorial, I am quite flattered.” He added wryfully, wincing as Alexis slapped his chest.

“Do try and contain your ego Blake.” She muttered dozily.

Stifling a yawn as he glanced at his watch Blake commented. “When did it get so late?”

“Don’t you mean early? Merry Christmas Blake.”

“Urghhh. Merry Christmas” Blake grunted. “As long as we don’t have to get up too early.”

“You have to be kidding.” Alexis retorted snuggling further into his arms. “I imagine a certain young lady will wake us up by jumping on the bed she is so excited.”

“Yes…You’d have thought Fallon would have grown out of that by now.” Blake muttered causing Alexis to snort in amusement, and they both badly needed the break in the tension.

Enjoying the quiet just the gentle rumble of the tyres over the gravel Blake frowned when the car began to slow too early. Reaching for the phone he buzzed the driver. “Is there a problem Andrew?”

“There’s another Car up ahead…It’s Mrs Colby’s sir.”

Glancing down at Alexis Blake asked. “Did you order your car for some reason? Going on a trip you forgot to tell me about?”

Shrugging Alexis remained silent unable to keep a secretive smile from tugging at her lips.

“Alexis?”

“Just wait will you.” Alexis replied now on the edge of her seat as the limo pulled up in front of the house. Waiting until the driver opened the doors Alexis caught hold of Blake’s hand tugging him out of the car.

“Ok close your eyes.”

“Alexis…”

“Close them Blake!”

“Fine.” Blake huffed but he complied to her ridiculous request, knowing when they moved into the house as the crunch of gravel disappeared and the air warmed considerably.

“Ok now you can open them.” Alexis insisted squeezing his hand.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes rather than open them Blake obeyed her command his breath catching in his throat as he caught sight of the luggage and a shamefaced pair standing in his hallway.

Turning to stare at a beaming Alexis, Blake laughed as she said. “Just call it an early Christmas present.” Before turning back to his guests.

“Hi Dad.” Steven greeted balancing a sleeping Danny on his hip. “Is there room at the inn?”

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[ss9]

Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 4:
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"Thank you Nurse." Blake muttered setting the phone down as quietly as possible, yet it had not been quiet enough.

"Blake?" Alexis moaned blinking her eyes as she turned over in bed still half asleep. “What’s the time.”

"Sorry Darling, it‘s still early." Blake whispered swinging his feet back under the covers and lying back against her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Is everything alright?” Alexis asked slipping her arm around his waist shivering as she encountered Blake’s freezing feet.

“No change.” Blake replied softly. “Which in the circumstances is good I think.”

Sighing Alexis lifted her head from his chest watching Blake carefully. “Did you get any sleep?”

“A hour or two.” Blake replied smiling down at her. “Why are you worried about me?”

Snuggling back down Alexis enjoyed his teasing. “Hmmm, I just don’t want you falling asleep in the middle of dinner, who knows what revenge Mrs Gunnerson might enact.”

“I’m not frightened of my Cook.” Blake pronounced, huffing when Alexis laughed. “I’m not.”

“You should be…She could go on strike then you might have to eat my cooking!”

“Dear god you’re right I might not live through it!” Blake retorted, writhing as Alexis retaliated by attacking him in his ticklish spots.

Grasping her wrists Blake wrestled her away, rolling her onto her back, tickling her sides until she couldn’t breath.

“Blake stop!” Alexis gasped between laughter. “Uncle, Uncle!”

“Oh that won’t save you.” Blake muttered pining her down and covering her mouth with his own.

Smiling against his mouth Alexis returned his kiss, sighing with pleasure as his tongue skilfully opened her mouth. Breathless they finally pulled apart.

“Merry Christmas to you too Mr Carrington.” Alexis whispered huskily arching against him in invitation.

“Merry Christmas Mrs Colby…“ Blake replied before bashfully adding. “I only wish I could indulge you.”

“You feel just fine to me.” Alexis teased her thigh pressing against part of Blake that seemed wide awake and eager to play.

Blushing Blake was relieved the room was still bathed in darkness. “He may be but I’m afraid the rest of me won’t live up to expectations.”

Hiding her disappointment behind a smile Alexis asked, “Feeling a little tired?”

“Hmmm yes…Maybe later?”

“Oh definitely.” Alexis replied. “But who is going to tell him?” She added glancing down.

“He’ll get the message eventually.” Blake muttered leaning back against his pillows stunned when he felt Alexis’s hand on him.

“Why don’t you let me take care of him?” Alexis teased her skillfull fingers causing Blake to arch up from the mattress.

“That hardly seems fair….Alexis.” Blake groaned as her lips trailed down his chest , her hand already inside his pyjama’s tugging them lower. “Darling you don’t have to…Oh god!”

Smiling as she paused in her work, Alexis giggled against his sensitive flesh. “Just call it an extra Christmas present!”

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“You did it!” Krystina’s high voice cut through the low babble of adult chatter, and all eyes turned to the doorway where the youngest Carrington stood.

“You really did it.” Krystina gasped tearfully her blue eyes moving between all her siblings, unable to believe that practically her entire family were seated around the breakfast table.

“Krystina why don’t you…” Blake began but he was stunned to silence as Krystina suddenly moved. Running from the doorway to throw her arms around a stunned Alexis.

“Thank you…Thank you…” Krystina sobbed into Alexis’s stomach, burying her head into the soft fabric of her dressing gown.

Sinking to her knees Alexis shifted the girl into her arms, ignoring the open jaws of her own children as she rocked Krystle’s child gently. Pulling away slightly Alexis wiped the tears from Krystina’s cheek with her sleeve. “Well I did promise.”

Smiling through her tears Krystina slipped her hands around Alexis’s neck, reaching up and placing a slightly soggy kiss on her porcelain cheek. Inexplicably touched by the gesture Alexis held the girl against her, blinking back her own tears.

“Hungry?”

“Starving!” Krystina replied, slipping her hand into Alexis’s and pulling them both towards the buffet.

“Is there pancakes?…I also wished for pancakes.” She added pleadingly, as if Alexis could snap her fingers and make them appear.

Lifting the many silver lids Alexis finally came across a tray of fluffy pancakes. “Well it seems Santa was indeed listening.” Adding three to a plate and handing it to a beaming Krystina Alexis returned to her seat, smiling across the table as Krystina took her place at her father’s right-hand side.

“Morning Daddy.” Krystina finally greeted Blake cheerfully. “Did Santa bring you something nice?”

Smiling tenderly at his youngest child Blake found his gaze drawn to the lady to his left, catching Alexis’s eye before answering. “He did indeed, he brought me exactly what I needed.”

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Laughing as she shook the snow out of her hair Alexis cradled the camera with her gloved hands, dodging another snowball.

“Steven don’t think I don’t realise that was you!” She called out taking another picture of her battling family before reaching down and scooping up the drenched and panting puppy that had padded over to her.

“Oh you poor thing, you’re frozen solid.” She muttered scooping it up and tucking it inside her coat before making a beeline for the house. Smiling as her Christmas present from Fallon, Jeff and the children licked her gloved fingers.

Sighing in relief as the warmth of the house slowly thawed her out Alexis smiled as Gerard approached.

“Gerard could you see Mr Kensington here makes it back to his basket and a warm bowl of milk wouldn’t hurt.” Alexis added placing a kiss on the chocolate Labrador’s muzzle before handing him over to the bemused butler.

“Very good Mrs Colby…You have a guest waiting in the living room.” Gerard answered holding the puppy at arms length clearly afraid it might relieve itself on him as he headed back towards the kitchen.

“A guest?” Alexis muttered pulling off her gloves heading in the direction of the living room. “On Christmas day?”

Yet the puzzle was solved as soon as she walked through the door and a familiar dark haired broad shoulder gentleman stood there staring out of the window watching her family playing on the lawn.

“Dex!” Alexis exclaimed causing him to turn on the spot.

“Hello Alexis.” Dex replied his dark eyes soaking up her flushed cheeks, frizzing hair and the decidedly unfashionable man’s patterned sweater that almost hung off her slender frame.

“I’m sorry for butting in like this, on Christmas, but if I don’t talk to someone I think I will surely go mad!”

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Begging exhaustion Blake left the children to continue the snowball fight, pleading advanced age and exhaustion he headed inside. Walking into the library he headed for the decanter, pouring himself a significant snifter of brandy which he took over to the fireplace.

Warming his hands and the cognac Blake glanced at the clock, it was a hour to lunchtime and definitely time to check in at the hospital.

Crossing to his desk he lifted the phone quickly dialling the number written on the pad by an ever prepared Gerard. It seemed an age before the other end was answered.

“Denver Memorial. How can I be of assistance?”

“Maternity please I am enquiring about the status of Sable Colby and her son.” Blake began settling down in his chair, swirling the brandy round in his glass as the operator put him through to the right department.

He could only hope the magic of Christmas had rubbed off on Sable and her child, just as it had on his own family.

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“Can I fix you a drink?” Alexis asked awkwardly after Dex’s declaration had settled between them.

“No…Thank you.” Dex replied his dark eyes watching as she crossed the room, drinking up every little detail, including her discomfort. “I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry, it’s Christmas and you’re with your family and I am just in the way…”

“No!” Alexis insisted turning back to face him. “It was just a bit of a surprise that’s all, you are welcome here Dex, please don’t go.” She added softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Please sit…You don’t mind if I have one?” Alexis asked gesturing towards the decanter.

“No.” Dex muttered shaking his head as he lowered himself onto the couch. “You look…wonderful.”

“In this thing.” Alexis snorted lifting the drooping corner of one of Blake’s oldest sweaters. “You’re sweet, a liar, a flatterer, but very sweet.”

“I mean it. I‘ve never seen you this happy, being with…here obviously suits you.” Dex added his face clouding as he paused before adding the ‘here’ just long enough that Alexis realised he had intended to say something else entirely.

“Oh it’s home.” Alexis quipped trying to lighten the mood as she settled beside him on the couch. “Now you said you needed to talk.”

Nodding Dex leant forward his eyes locked on the Chinese rug, rubbing his hands together. “It’s funny now it comes to it I’m not sure where to start.”

“How about, as clichéd as this sounds, at the beginning.”

Smiling at her typical blunt manner Dex felt himself relax. “I have a son.”

“Congratulations.”

Surprised by her response Dex looked up from the floor. “Do you mean that?”

“I do.” Alexis replied leaning forward and placing her hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. “If anyone deserves the joy a child can bring into their life…”

“Thank you.” Dex whispered his dark eyes swirling with emotion, for a moment a comfortable silence existed between them and suddenly the words he needed to say came spilling forth.

“I went to the hospital, talked to the doctor, he told me about…about my son…” Dex broke off unable to contain the throaty tone to his voice, covering Alexis’s hand as she squeezed his arm once more giving him the strength to continue.

“They let me see him for a few minutes…until Monica intervened. He was so small…so vulnerable but he has this shock of dark hair.” Dex added smiling proudly. “He’s a fighter…All Dexter’s are fighters he’ll make it!”

“Of that I have no doubt!” Alexis replied, yet Dex no longer needed her encouragement.

“Sable refused to see me.” Dex added. “But that could have been Monica screening her Mother’s visitors but we do need to talk, Doctor Ramsay insists they need to operate as soon as our boy is stable enough.”

“Does he have a name yet?”

“No…Sable hasn’t named him yet, probably waiting until she sees him but I think he looks like a Jack.”

“Jack Colby.” Alexis tried the name out, smiling as it tripped easily off the tongue.

“Jack Colby Dexter!” Dex corrected her sternly before shaking his head. “Well I doubt I will get to influence things…She probably won’t even let me give him my name.”

Taking a deep sip of her brandy Alexis, swirling the amber liquid around in her snifter. “You are going to fight for him aren’t you?”

“I’m going to give it the fight of my life.” Dex retorted dark eyes hardening. “She won’t keep my son from me.”

Hearing the grandfather clock chime the hour Dex got awkwardly to his feet. “I didn’t realise it was so late…I should be heading back to the hospital.” He added holding out his hand and pulling her to her feet.

Sliding his arms around her waist Dex smiled down at her. “You know despite being married to you, I didn’t realise how short you are. Did you always wear heels?”

“Very funny Mr Dexter!” Alexis retorted poking his chest, smoothing her hands down his checked flannel shirt. “Take care of yourself alright…Make sure you eat and sleep regularly and stay away from that hospital coffee it’s vile.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Dex barked standing to attention. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek, lingering close to her, he breathed in the familiar perfume nuzzling her cheek gently with his nose, his lips instinctively brushing against hers.

Pulling her tightly against him Dex felt Alexis’s hands press against his chest and reluctantly he released her lips. “Sorry I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That is a shame! Self restraint is a virtue.” An icy voice hissed from the doorway and the pair separated to face a livid looking Blake Carrington. “So what is your excuse Alexis?”

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[ss9]

Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 5:
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“Blake this is not what it looks like!” Alexis insisted putting as much distance between her and Dex as possible. “We were just talking…”

“That did not look like talking to me!” Blake retorted sharply, his eyes boring into hers, warped with betrayal and malice.

“I should have known…I should realized after that scene at the trial, I tried to ignore what my own eyes told me but I was foolish to believe that it was over between the two of you. I trusted you and you betrayed me AGAIN…I am such a fool a leopard never changes it’s spots and once a common slut always a…”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you!” Dex hissed, unable to stand back whilst Alexis was unfairly slandered.

“My the memories this brings back.” Blake sneered, dismissing Dexter’s threat out of hand. “If I recall Grimes defended you as well. Well at least this time you managed to keep your clothes on!”

“Blake please…” Alexis pleaded yet he was deaf to her words. Advancing on her he grabbed her arm roughly shaking her as he all but screamed in her face.

“You disgust me…God just the sight of you, standing there pleading innocent. Tell me Alexis if I hadn’t walked in when I did would you have taken your lover boy upstairs? Fornicating with him in my house?”

Turning to Dex Blake shoved a shaken Alexis towards him, spitting vitriol. “Well you can have her Dexter…In fact take her right now with my blessing, I won’t have her presence contaminating my family’s Christmas a moment longer.”

Sobbing Alexis pushed aside Dex’s outstretched arm, running for the door Blake’s last taunt ringing in her ear.

For a moment after she had vanished neither man spoke. Blake staggering as if punch drunk over to the sideboard and the decanter, pouring himself a large brandy and downing it in one gulp. Yet despite the alcohol burning his throat it was Dexter’s burning gaze that unsettled him the most.

“What are you staring at Dexter?”

“The most foolish man I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” Dex all but growled.

Turning around Blake sneered at the younger man. “Well if I am a fool Dexter what does that make you?”

“A better man than you.” Dex retorted. “I should be tearing you to pieces for what you just did, but even as furious with you as she must be right now, Alexis would never forgive me if I really laid into you. And believe if I started I would find it rather difficult to stop.”

“She doesn’t give a damn about me.”

“She loves you.” Dex countered. “She always has, even when we were married I had to deal with the constant shadow of you…She’d drop everything if you were hurt, when you were in that accident with Daniel she couldn’t eat or sleep until she heard you were safe.”

“She’s a convincing actress, that I will grant you.” Blake retorted bitterly, swirling the dregs of his drink around in his glass. “She almost had me convinced she loved me.”

“She does, I wish to god she didn’t because there is nothing more I would like than to take her away with me…I kissed her Blake, not the other way around. I came here today, uninvited I might add, because I needed to see one friendly face. I needed to talk to someone about my son.”

Setting his glass down Blake felt the first prickling of doubt.

“We talked about him, about Sable, that was all. It was just a goodbye kiss. I would have liked it to be more, I’ll admit that but Alexis was already pushing me away when you came in.”

“And that’s the truth?”

“”For what it is worth.” Dex retorted.

Pausing for a moment Blake grasped for the remaining thread of his arguement. “Yet she was hardly fighting you off.”

“Why the hell should she be? I’m not some deranged rapist!” Dex hissed his frustration with this obstinent man increasing by the second. “Can you honestly stand there and tell me, if Krystle walked through that door, alive and well, a miracle you never thought would happen, that you wouldn’t even be tempted to kiss her? That you would settle for a polite hello and a distant handshake?”

Shaking his head Blake muttered, “No of course not but this is not the same…”

“The hell it isn’t!” Dex yelled. “Alexis is as much my ex-wife as Krystle is yours, the only difference is that then you would be prepared to justify the double standard!”

Gaping as the truth in what Dex said finally dawned on him Blake stared at Dex in shock. “Oh my god what have I done?”

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Stifling her tears Alexis forced herself to concentrate on her anger, slamming her possessions into the open case with such force it was any wonder they didn’t break.

“Why that…Sanctimonious…Double standard…Self-righteous…Bastard!” She muttered under her breath, her sharp mind already plotting the revenge she would enact. How dare he do this to her again?

Well Alexis Colby would not be humiliated as Alexis Carrington once had been. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging and pleading, wouldn’t desperately try to cling to him as he prised her loose and all but threw her from the house, from his life.

Watching from the doorway Blake stood horrified. He had been such a fool and it would serve him right if she refused to forgive him and really did leave. After all the only arguments he had in his defense was the fact he had hardly slept and that it had been his own fear of betrayal that had caused him to lash out, to cut her down before she had time to formulate an excuse.

Just like all those years ago. Closing his ears to her pleas, to her explanations. He hadn’t wanted to hear them then, the pain had been too great. Yet this time he had over-reacted. It had only been a kiss, a kiss she hadn’t even instigated. And Dexter had made an annoyingly valid point, could he have kept himself from kissing Krystle again?

But Krystle wasn’t here and she wasn’t coming back and Blake was about to loose through his own stupidity the only other woman he had ever loved. Now was the time to swallow his pride, to be brave.

“Alexis.”

Freezing to the spot the moment she heard his voice, Alexis’s hand shook, and for a moment it was though she had been transported twenty-five years into the past. However this time instead of pleas for forgiveness her righteous anger bubbled up.

“Get the hell away from me!”

“Alexis.” Blake tried again moving from the doorway, trying to draw her into his arms. Stunned when she reacted violently.

“Don’t you touch me Blake!” Alexis spat back elbowing him in the stomach.

“Alexis listen please.”

“To what more accusations…What would be the point?” Alexis retorted cutting him off, now the dam was burst everything spewed out. “I’m just a tramp, a slut returning to form isn’t that right. An unfit mother…an unfit wife.” She gasped chocking on her tears.

“Well you don’t need to throw me out this time, I’m going. I won’t stay in this house a moment later, I won’t live with a hypocrite like you…You’ve done far worse then me, with my own cousin and I forgave you but oh no Alexis can’t be trusted…She can’t be believed…Tell me Blake did you ever actually love me at all or was I just convenient?”

“That is it!” Blake spat his patience at an end. Grabbing her wrist he dragged her from the room.

Digging in her heels Alexis tried to fight her way out of his grasp but he was just too strong. “Blake don’t…” She pleaded as he strong-armed her down the hall. To be thrown out in front of her children, grandchildren, that was too humiliating.

Yet Blake didn’t drag her down the stairs, instead he wrenched open the door to his bedroom pushing her inside.

Unbalanced by the momentum Alexis took two steps before falling to her knees, her hands resting on the plush carpet as she hide her face, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her tears.

“Look!”

“Why?”

“Just look!” Blake demanded pulling her from the floor and pushing her further into the room.

Tugging on the sleeve of her jumper Alexis used it to wipe her face before staring in amazement at the transformation.

Gone was the sterile pale walls and dark wooden furniture that had once dominated the room. In its place were green silk curtains and hangings of various complimentary shades, elegant walnut furniture carved in a more ornate rococo fashion and roses, roses on almost every surface.

Turning to face him Alexis paused with the question on her lips. “Why?”

Ignoring that question Blake had one of his own. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful…But why Blake?”

Unable to hold her demanding gaze Blake turned and paced to the mantelpiece. “This wasn’t how I had planned this you know…There is a present under the tree, a jewelry box with an invitation in it…For a nightcap in here just before midnight. I would have had champagne chilling and everything.”

“There is more to see.” Blake added turning back to watch Alexis begin to tentatively explore, going through the door he indicated into a magnificent dressing room which seemed to have enough wardrobe space for even all her clothes.

Following her inside Blake hovered nervously on the threshold. “I made sure there were plenty of full length mirrors so you could see an outfit from every angle, if there is anything you don’t like it can be changed.”

“It’s wonderful Blake.” Alexis whispered reverently running her hand across the antique dressing table that must have cost him a king’s ransom. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”

Holding out a hand Blake waited, watching the conflicted emotions flicker across Alexis’s face, confusion, hope, even fear. “Please.”

Lifting her hand Alexis tentatively slid it into Blake’s outstretched hand, allowing him to draw her back into the bedroom and over to the settee by the fireplace. Sinking down onto to it she watched Blake pace back and forth, running a hand through his silver hair in agitation.

“You have every reason to be furious with me Alexis.”

“I’m more disappointed.”

“I’ve been a stupid—conceited ass!” Blake added turning to face her, an awkward silence falling as he held her gaze.

“Do you expect me to contradict you?” Alexis snorted after a few moments.

“No.” Blake replied softly. “But I was hoping you would somehow find it in your heart to forgive me? Again.”

Running her hands over the fine needlework of the plumped cushions Alexis didn’t answer straight away. “And what about next time?”

Frowning in confusion Blake was about to ask what she meant but Alexis beat him to it.

“Next time we fight…Next time I do something that disappoints you, or you think I’ve betrayed you? I am not going to spend the rest of my life confined to the house just so I don’t encounter any other men Blake. And I am not going to stop running my life and company the way I think best. I’ve changed as much as I am capable of, I’ve compromised enough trying to make you happy and still you don’t trust me.”

“I do… I just overreacted and I wish I could say I would never do it again.” Blake began. “But I won’t lie to you, we’ve both got volatile tempers and a propensity to jump to conclusions. All I can promise to do is that from now on I will give you a chance to explain your side of the story before making any hasty decisions that would ruin both our lives.”

“I told you wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.” Alexis retorted bitterly. “Where was your trust then?”

“I was jealous and it brought back bad memories…And I know it is isn’t much of an excuse but I am hardly at my best, my brain can barely keep track of the time let alone think rationally.” Blake pleaded.

Snorting Alexis muttered bitterly. “You’re right it isn’t much of an excuse…But…”

“But?” Blake asked hopefully, his dark eyes meeting her emerald ones, the desperation in them pleading his case for more eloquently than words ever could.

“I love you…despite all your faults and my complaints.” Alexis replied sighing her eyes still sad, mere shadows of the jewels that had twinkled so joyfully only a hour ago. “So I forgive you but I mean it Blake we can’t keep going over this old ground. We have to put the past behind us once and for all, you have to trust me!”

Nodding as he couldn’t find the right words Blake crossed over to her pulling her into his arms and sealing the promise with a kiss. Melting into his embrace Alexis returned the kiss just as fiercely, venting her lingering hurt.

Finally Blake pulled away. “I love you…And I am very sorry.”

Stroking his cheek Alexis managed to muster a weak smile. “I know you are…Well I think we had better change for dinner, I have no intention of presenting myself like this to my children.” She added tugging at the hem of Blake’s old jumper, which she still wore.

“Wait a moment.” Blake insisted getting to his feet and crossing to his bureau. “There is still one last thing.”

Craning her neck Alexis tried to see what he was up to, but it was in vain as he kept his back towards her.

Crossing back across the room Blake felt his hands begin to shake. Yet he was more certain than ever that this was the right thing for them both, it would give them the sense of stability and security that they both desperately needed, not to mention the statement it would make to his family, to Denver as a whole.

“However I think this I should do as planned.” He pronounced, stunning Alexis as he sank to one knee in front of her, grasping her hand. “I know my timing could be better…But I am now more certain than ever that this is what I want—I can only hope you feel the same way?… I love you Alexis, will you please...please consent to be my wife?”

---

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Series 10 New Beginnings

Episode 8: We Wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 6:
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Stunned by his question Alexis sat there dumbstruck, watching Blake shift awkwardly, his position both emotionally and physically uncomfortable.

“Alexis please say something…Anything—Well except no, of course.” Blake deadpanned his nerves getting the better of him.

Pulling her hand out of his Alexis got unsteadily to her feet walking over to the bed and leaning against the bedpost for support, hearing Blake get to his feet and follow her uncertain; tears springing unbidden to her eyes once more, but this time not from fear or anger.

“If you need some more time, I’ll understand…” Blake muttered surprised when Alexis turned to face him. “Darling I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Oh Blake you haven’t.” Alexis insisted, smiling through her tears. “Do you really mean it? Really really mean it?”

Laughing Blake retorted. “Well this is no good, I finally get the nerve to propose and you don’t believe I mean it!”

Wiping her tears Alexis snuffled against the sleeve of her jumper. “God I must look a state, all red-eyed and runny nosed, I wouldn’t blame you if you changed your mind.”

“Well if I did that, I’d have to find another use for this.” Blake retorted, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a ring box, flipping it open to reveal a magnificent platinum set, square cut solitaire. “And I believe this has your name written all over it.”

Gasping as she caught sight of it Alexis gushed, “Oh Blake it’s magnificent.”

“One unparalleled jewel deserves another.” Blake replied suavely lifting the ring from the box. “Shall we check it fits?”

Lifting her left hand Blake expertly slid the ring onto her finger. “A perfect fit...I’m afraid that means you have to marry me now, no backing out of it…” He added nervously as she still didn’t answer.

Lifting her hand Alexis tilted it so the diamond caught the light, shimmering a thousand little sparkles. He was right it was a perfect fit, and even if they weren’t themselves, they were the closest to perfect Alexis had come across. “Yes…I will Ma…”

But Blake never gave her the chance to even finish accepting, pulling her against him, his lips finding hers. His kiss soft and tender and full of promise.

“Alexis Carrington.” Blake mused teasing her as he added. “I like the sound of that.”

Arching her brow at his humour Alexis deadpanned. “It has a familiar ring to it for some reason.”

“It does indeed.” Blake retorted placing a chaste kiss on her lips, pulling away as the mantle clock chimed.

Playing with the buttons on his shirt Alexis asked the only question that was now on her mind. “Are we going to tell the children?”

“What not ever?” Blake scoffed. “I think they might notice…A wedding is not an event you can hide, unless we elope, again!”

“Blake I’m serious.” Alexis chided him. “Before…you wanted us to wait…I just…”

Smiling as he realized where all this was coming from Blake shook his head. “I have no intention of hiding this, or asking you to take that off.” Blake added nodding towards the ring on her finger. “If you want I will stand up in the middle of dinner and announce it.”

“No…Let them work it out…It might be quite fun seeing how long it takes for one of the them to catch on.” Alexis replied sharing a conspiratorial grin.

“If you like. But if we don’t hurry up and get down there, they might send a search party and our secret would be out before we could say surprise.”

Glancing at the time Alexis caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, recoiling in horror. “Oh my god I can’t let them see me like this…”

“You look beautiful.” Blake insisted kissing her nose.

“You have to say that.” Alexis retorted pulling away and heading for the door. “You want to marry me.”

Laughing Blake moved towards his wardrobe, pulling out his tuxedo, laying it out on the bed he smiled. Tonight he would sleep in this bed again, but it wouldn’t be alone, with any luck he would never have to spend a night alone ever again.

---

“I don’t know why you came back here Dexter?”

Sighing Dex placed his cup of vile hospital coffee down on the plastic table, leaning back against the waiting room chair he watched as Monica paced back and forth.

“She won’t see you.” Monica insisted throwing herself down into the opposite chair.

“Why don’t we let Sable decide about that as soon as she wakes up?” Dex replied diplomatically. “Did the Doctor’s give any idea when that might be…Surely this can’t be normal?”

Shrugging Monica dismissed his opinion. “Actually it is quite common for someone who has been through such an ordeal to need this much sleep…I just checked on her half an hour ago and she was still sleeping. The nurses are so overstretched they are just leaving her to it, they’ll probably wake her for lunch.”

Nodding Dex fumbled for something else to say, “Have you seen the Pediatrician?”

“No…They are busy too I imagine!” Monica snapped. “Probably trying to save my brother.”

“Your half brother.” Dex retorted. “My son…Don’t you think that alone give me the right to be here?”

Biting her tongue Monica couldn’t meet his accusing gaze, preferring to stare out of the window. And that was how they wiled away the next hour, not talking, engaged in a silent battle of wills until a third party entered.

“Miss Colby.”

“Doctor Ramsay.” Monica shot up from her half doze. “What is it?”

Following her lead Dex was on his feet demanding answers. “How is my son…Do you know when he will be stable enough to operate on?”

Hanging his head the Doctor replied softly. “I’m afraid I have some bad news…I think you had better both sit down.”

---

Slowly the family made their way out of the dining room and trickled into the living room to open the remaining presents.

“I don’t think I have ever eaten so much in my life!” Jeff groaned, lowering himself onto the sofa, pulling Fallon down beside him.

“Oh poor baby want me to rub your belly?” Fallon teased settling Lauren down between them.

Snorting Adam sat opposite; Dana perched daintily next to him. “Careful little sister he might just burst!”

Glaring at Adam Jeff restrained himself, remembering after all it was Christmas and he had the rest of the year to bait Adam.

“Well kids…And Steven.” He added as his youngest brother-in-law joined the children in crowding around the tree, eagerly waiting for permission to dive in a play Santa. “Ready for some more presents?”

“Better wait for Mummy and Daddy.” Fallon insisted and as if summoned the pair reappeared, Gerard following them with a champagne chiller.

“Gerard would you gather the rest of the staff, we have some gifts to show our appreciation for all your hard work this year.”

“And open enough champagne for everyone.” Alexis added allowing Blake to pull her over to an armchair, sitting down as he perched on the arm,.

“Grandpa…Can we please open some more now?” LB whined, sitting on his hands so that he didn’t accidentally rip the paper from the brightly wrapped gifts.

“Go on then LB.”

“You can find one present for each person and pass them out.” Fallon cut in, smiling as all three children and Steven rushed to carry out her instructions, surprised when LB handed her a leather bound portfolio decorated with a simple bow.

“Who is this from?” Fallon asked scanning for any tag and so missing the conspiratorial grin shared between her parents.

“Perhaps it’s on the inside?” Jeff suggested and Fallon followed his advice, her blue eyes widening as she realized just what she had been given.

“Well what is it?” Adam asked out of habit rather than actual interest as he tried to feign enthusiasm for the novelty flashing socks that his nephew and niece had apparently selected for him.

“It’s the deed for The Carlton.” Fallon gasped lifting her eyes to her smiling parents. “Daddy?”

“Guilty as charged…But then so is your mother!” Blake retorted opening his arms as Fallon flew at them both, hugging her father and kissing a beaming Alexis.

“But it’s too much.”

“Oh well I suppose you could always swap it with Adam’s socks?” Jeff teased causing Adam to glare at him, now he had a likely culprit behind his novelty Christmas present.

“We are all here Mr Carrington.” Gerard called from the doorway, leading the staff into the room, bringing an additional bottle of champagne to refill the family’s glasses; whilst Jeanette followed with a tray of filled glasses for the staff.

Getting to his feet Blake offered Alexis a hand to her feet, nodding to Steven who rummaged beneath the tree for the staff presents, handing them to his father.

“As well as the usual, we’ve decided to do things a little different this year.”

“Well more people want to show their appreciation.” Alexis cut in, relieving Blake of a few presents.

“Hilda.” Alexis smiled handing the cook a small blue velvet box. “You outdid yourself this year.”

“Oh thank you Mrs Colby.” Mrs Gunnerson replied, balancing the champagne in one hand and pulling the bow off of her box; opening it she gasped. “Oh it’s beautiful…Mrs Colby it’s too much…I couldn’t possibly…”

“Yes you can.” Alexis insisted handing out the other gifts as Mrs Gunnerson lifted out the antique diamond rimmed Cameo brooch.

Gerard was stunned when his box contained a set of keys. “Mr Carrington…Mrs Colby…Is this?”

Laughing at his butler unusual ineloquence Blake replied. “It’s parked in the garage.”

Stepping back the presents delivered Blake retrieved his now full glass, raising it in a toast. “To our wonderful staff, Many Many thanks for all your hard work this year…May you enjoy your deserved day off tomorrow…And remember us in your prayers tonight that somehow tomorrow we survive Alexis’s cooking!”

Laughing everyone echoed the toast taking a sip of their champagne as Blake dodged out of the way of Alexis’s well timed slap.

A few minutes later and the family were once again opening presents, the children only distracted from their toys to romp with the newly returned Mr Kensington II. Pausing amid the unwrapping Fallon watched her parents, smiling as Blake kissed her mother, a thank you for the rare first edition that now completed his collection of Dickens.

“Hmmm it’s difficult to decide which present I prefer; this or the one you gave me this morning?”

Snorting Alexis dropped her voice. “Well now I know what to give you for your birthday…How about I crawl under your desk at the office?”

Blushing Blake shook his head, tugging on his ear as his flush threatened to spread.

Straining her ears to try and hear her parent’s conversation. “So Mummy what did Daddy get you?”

Smiling at the innocent question Alexis shared a look with Blake, waiting until he smiled and waggled his eyebrow playfully before replying. “Jewelry.”

“Oh did I miss it…Hush Lauren…Is it down here?” Fallon asked distracted by the sudden sniffles of her daughter.

Passing her champagne glass into her right hand, Alexis lifted her left tapping her fingers against her chin, her new diamond twinkling madly as both of them waited with baited breath for the penny to drop.

“Oh Alexis is that?” Dana asked, her quick eyes spotting the engagement ring almost immediately, tugging on Adam’s sleeve to get his attention.

Stunned Adam turned to regard his mother closely. “I thought you said there wasn’t going to be any announcements?”

“It was as much a surprise to me Darling.” Alexis replied barely suppressing an excited smile as Dana ooed and ahhed over her ring.

“Announcement…What announcement?” Steven asked tearing himself away from romping with the puppy. “Did I miss something?”

“Mummy and Daddy are getting married!” Fallon all but squealed, causing Jeff to wince as it was practically in his ear.

“How many children get to hear that?” Steven deadpanned, his blue eyes watching the room unsure about this latest development but when everyone else seemed excited by the news, even Krystina, he relented congratulating his parents; his mother did look like she would burst from happiness after all.

“So when’s the wedding?” Fallon demanded causing both Blake and Alexis to groan.

“Patience Fallon.”

“We haven’t gotten that far.” Blake added turning to a smiling Alexis. “Although if you are in a hurry we could always repeat last time?”

“No!” Alexis insisted emerald eyes glinting with determination. “We are not eloping again!”

Laughing Blake held up his hands in defeat. “Alright you win whatever you want is fine with me but let’s not wait too long?”

“Just long enough.” Alexis promised faithfully, crossing her heart.

Leaning down to kiss her Blake started when Gerard appeared at the doorway calling his name.

“Telephone Mr Carrington…Shall I put it through in here?”

Nodding Blake got to his feet, planting a kiss on Alexis’s forehead leaving her to chat excitedly with the ladies as he made his way over to the phone. As soon as it rang he picked it up, surprised to hear Monica’s voice on the other end.

For a moment he struggled to make out what she was saying, her voice was muffled and croaky, but then he understood and it all made sense. “Thank you for telling me…Do you need me to come?”

Shaken by her stubborn refusal Blake set the phone down unable to believe what he had just heard.

“Blake what is it? What’s wrong is it the baby?” Alexis demanded leaping from her chair to reach his side.

Shaking his head Blake lifted his gaze to hers, the words even as he spoke them sounded alien and unreal on his tongue.

“No…It’s Sable…She’s dead.”
---

Well you weren't expecting that now were you?

An arguement, a misunderstanding, a birth, an engagement and a death! What else could you ask for in a christmas story?

Merry Christmas folks see you all in 2010.....

[ss9]

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Synopsis:
Wedding plans are being made, but can Alexis shake off this nagging feeling something is about to go wrong?


SPOILERS AHOY





Spoilers


Steven has a difficult choice to make
Dex and Monica clash over baby Jack
Engagement party fun.

Naughty Peek

Speaking of the office she really should be moving. Blake had already left for his, but not before eliciting a promise from her to meet him for lunch to ‘discuss’ the Korean leases.

Setting down her coffee cup Alexis picked up her briefcase and with one last check of her reflection headed for her waiting car.

“Mother.”

Turning as she heard her name called Alexis smiled as a nervous Adam made his way down the staircase, smartly suited and booted, briefcase in hand.

“Off somewhere?” Alexis asked knowingly.

“I hope so.” Adam replied his eyes glinting. “I want to take up that offer you made to me…I want to join you at Colby Co, if you’ll still have me that is?”

[ss9]

Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Ok warning for those of a sensitive disposition B/A raunchiness ahead, a little steamer than normal for me but the scene required it so I felt compelled to include the sexual references.


Part 1:
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Walking into the bedroom Alexis watched as the servants brought the luggage in setting Blake’s down in front of the bed and taking her’s on to her dressing room.

“Thank you Gerard.” Alexis said with a reserved smile for the butler as he wished them both a goodnight.

Sighing as soon as they were alone Alexis fumbled with her hatpin; she sat her hat down on the side, running her fingers through her newly released hair fluffing it out. Crossing the room she slid her hands onto Blake’s shoulders, massaging the knots out of them.

“Are you alright? You were very quiet on the trip back here.”

Reaching up Blake stroked her hands, lifting one up and pressing a kiss to the palm.

“I’m alright…I just can’t quite believe it.” Blake murmured and Alexis squeezed his hand back, leaning down she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“It was a lovely ceremony.” She commented running her hands through his hair. “I was afraid it might rain.” She added trying to fill the awkward silence, disappointed when Blake pulled away from her touch.

“Alexis.” Blake began his voice husky with emotion, as he shifted uncomfortably uncertain how he could phrase it without upsetting her. “I…”

“Want to be alone for a while.” Alexis finished for him and Blake looked up at her in surprise.

“You don’t mind?”

Leaning down Alexis kissed his other cheek. “Let’s just say I understand that you need it…”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll just go check on the children. You come down when you are ready?”

Leaning back in his chair Blake managed a smile. “Have I told you I love you today?”

“Oh.” Alexis pondered a beguiling smile tugging at her lips. “Once or twice but it’s always nice to hear it.”

“Well I do.” Blake replied earnestly, “I just hope I say it enough, that if…” He broke off unable to continue; but the way he suddenly avoided her gaze, and rose to attend to his unpacking, filled in the rest.

Walking up behind him Alexis wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder she whispered in his ear. “Blake…I am not going anywhere, nothing is going to happen to me or to you…You’ll never get me to leave you, not without a crowbar!”

Turning in her arms Blake pulled her firmly into his embrace, one hand winding its way into her hair, stroking the longer curls that now fell just over her shoulders. “Am I that transparent?”

“Only to me but then I love you so there is nothing to worry about.” Alexis retorted smartly, eliciting a small smile.

“I’ll see you later.” She added trying to step out of his arms surprised when Blake tightened his grip on her.

Leaning forward he caught her lips with his own, surprising them both with his sudden passion. Moaning into his mouth Alexis allowed Blake to push her back onto the bed, his hands moving quickly and roughly over her as he practically ripped her blouse in two.

Gasping for breath Alexis arched under his mouth as it moved possessively over her flesh. “I…thought…you…wanted to be…ahhlone?”

“Changed my mind.” Blake growled kissing her firmly, as his hands made quick work of the rest of both of their clothing, adding “The last thing I want now is to be alone.”

“You change your mind!” Alexis gasped. “You must be an impostor; the Blake Carrington I know never changes his mind.”

“Just call me your secret admirer!“ Blake muttered kissing her again, a few gentle kisses and she could sense he was trying to force himself to take his time.

"You don't have to go slow." She grasped him, and he groaned as if in pain. "Not the first time, anyway…Just don‘t tell my fiancé." Grinning at him, she pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around him and giving him little choice but to do what he wanted so badly to do.

He gave way to the inevitable, his eyes closing as they joined. "Alexis, I need this. I need you."

Stroking her hair back, he held her face tightly between his hands, kissing her almost savagely. She tried to read what he was feeling from his face, realised it was a mixture of grief, loneliness, and frustration. She rubbed his back as he moved away from her lips, as he kissed his way to her chest. "I love you, Blake."

The declaration only seemed to make him go faster, harder. He turned the pace up a notch, and her groan of pleasure was lost in his own hearty moan.

"I love you, Alexis." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but it echoed in her heart.

She felt him take them even deeper, and suddenly she was lost, going over the edge into a pleasure so dark and deep and wild she thought she might pass out from the sensation.
He was holding her as she came out of her dazed state.

"Alright, you really can‘t tell my future husband about that."

She could feel Blake's amusement as his chuckles reverberated through her body, but he did not continue the game as he started moving against her again. Riding out his pleasure, she watched it play across his face. He collapsed against her, kissing her neck.

Closing her eyes, she held him, her hands running up and down his back, her fingers sliding lightly over his skin, making him shudder. "Are you all right, Blake?"

"I’m not sure." He pulled away enough to look her in the eyes. "This feeling. It..."

She brushed back his hair, concentrating on the grief. It was probably for Sable, almost definitely for Krystle, perhaps even still for his father. She smiled in sympathy. "It overwhelms you?"

He took a long, ragged breath. "It does." Kissing her neck, he whispered, "I remember my mother did, at times, tell me that I had a tendency to wallow."

Smiling, she decided not to tell him she was thinking the same thing. "You do choose to dwell on these things."

"That is simply a more politic way of saying I wallow." Blake snorted.

"Probably so." She went back to stroking his back, and he moaned in contentment before shivering in the slight chill.

Rolling them both over, he tugged at the covers, pulling the duvet over them both. It was soft, its pillowy depth welcoming them as he pulled her into his arms, and they lay there quietly for some time.

"I needed you," Blake finally admitted.

"I know." She turned, cuddling against him, happy to be in his arms again. "I needed you."

He kissed her, slowly at first, then with rising passion. She could feel his desire rising in other places, too. She started to crawl onto him, but he shook his head, pushing her onto her back.

She smiled, sensing that he needed to control this. He wasn't hurting her, but he was moving with more force than was normal.

As her body began to respond to the almost harsh treatment, she decided the occasional frustration might be good for their future marriage. She stopped thinking then, just gave herself over to sensation, giving herself no quarter. She could tell how good it felt to him to let go, to let his body own hers.

"I love you, Alexis." His voice was low, full of gruff emotion. He kissed her wildly, and she knew her lips would be chapped by morning.

She didn't care. She kissed him back just as wildly, letting go again as his body pounding against hers sent her into bliss. She could practically feel his own pleasure burst over him, and he bit down on her lip, just hard enough to pinch.

Chapped and bruised by morning.

He began to run his hand over her hair, down her arm. The movement was territorial but his face was full of raw emotion. Fear, she realized. He was afraid. And it was something to do with her.

"What is it, Blake?"

He just shook his head. Without thought, she put her hands up to cradle his face "Tell me," she whispered.

"It is not rational."

"Tell me, anyway."

As his breathing became slower, he pulled her closer, and for a moment, she thought he was going to tell her no. Then he suddenly dropped all the barriers between them and told her all about his unreasonable fear, his dread that he was going to lose her along with everyone else he loved.

"You are going to lose me. But not right now." She held to the truth. It was theirs; they did not lie to each other. Not anymore.

"I know. You are right." Her forthrightness seemed to soothe him; she could feel him letting up on her, making her realize she'd been having trouble breathing.

He took a deep breath. "I imagine things that I do not want to think about. I cannot seem to stop my mind from conjuring up horrible visions."

"Like...?"

"You, the way I come upon you in California. Only this time you are dead. You died in our bed because I did not come home to you in time. Because I left you alone when I promised I wouldn‘t."

"That didn't happen. And it won't."

"You, in a car accident. You, actually been killed by one of those maniacs who has tried to murder you over the years, McVane, Rowan... You--"

"Blake, shhh. Enough." She smiled softly. "We're getting into wallow territory."

"I am aware of that." He sounded so lost she took pity on him and held him close, kissing his hair.

"I love you," she said. "And you love me. We don't know what will happen, Blake. But that doesn't mean we should obsess over it. I can't make you safe. You can't keep me that way, either. We just have to live and take our chances." She kissed his lips softly. "I know you miss Sable. I know you miss Krystle, still."

"I love you--"

"Loving me has nothing to do with missing Krystle." She smiled. It was a good truth to realise, and as she said it, it felt right. "You can miss her. I don't mind."

Confused by her unusual reaction Blake drew back from her slightly frowning as if he might be stepping into a trap and she might suddenly turn and fly at him jealously. "You were never friends."

She stroked his cheek, smiled when he turned his face to kiss her hand. "No, Blake we never were...we never could be, we both loved you, you see, she knew it as I did and as only one of us could have you..."

“Is that why we could never be friends either?” Blake asked.

Nodding Alexis sighed. “I could never forgive you for throwing me away and you…well I gave you more than enough reasons to never want to be my friend.”

"I am your friend now." Blake insisted. “And I do forgive you for everything you did lashing out at me…I guess I finally understand how deep this bond between us actually is.”

"Yes it is, no matter what we do, no matter how we strike at each other it will always be there. But ‘Friendship’ is that what you call what we just did?” She grinned at him. Then she whispered, "It seemed more like possession."

Blake nodded, dark eyes glinting playfully. "I was telling fate you were mine."

"Ah." Alexis laughed gently. "Did fate listen?"

"I do not know." Blake retorted laughing, watching as Alexis’s nose crinkled slightly as she laughed along with him. This was how he wanted to spend his final years, in bed laughing and loving her.

“Well, at least you tried." She kissed him slowly, as sensuously as she could.

"If that is my reward for trying, I will endeavour to do so again." His tone was light; the expression on his face was not.

"I love you, Blake. So very, very much."

"I love you. I am glad that you are here." He moved over her again, and she smiled. "I will try not to be so possessive this time."

"That's alright. I didn't mind."

"I knew that," he whispered a smile playing around his lips, as he took her again, with only slightly less vigour.

---

Alexis could barely keep the smile from her lips all through breakfast.

Last night had been…Outstanding…Blake had been like a man possessed or at the very least determined. To prove to himself, to her, perhaps even to fate itself. Either way Alexis was not going to complain.

He had been so withdrawn since the news of Sable’s death; they hadn’t even properly celebrated their engagement. True she had immediately moved into the master suite but the new bed hadn’t even been christened until last night. Now it was well and truly broken in and if she really didn’t have to go to the office Alexis would have spent most of the morning luxuriating in its comforting embrace.

Speaking of the office she really should be moving. Blake had already left for his, but not before eliciting a promise from her to meet him for lunch in his office to ‘discuss’ the Korean leases.

Setting down her coffee cup Alexis picked up her briefcase and with one last check of her reflection headed for her waiting car.

“Mother.”

Turning as she heard her name called Alexis smiled as a nervous Adam made his way down the staircase, smartly suited and booted, briefcase in hand.

“Off somewhere?” Alexis asked knowingly.

“I hope so.” Adam replied his eyes glinting. “I want to take up that offer you made to me…I want to join you at Colby Co, if you’ll still have me that is?”

Smiling broadly Alexis pulled her son into her embrace. “Oh darling of course I still want you with me! And I thought this day couldn’t get any better.”

Visibly relieved Adam offered his mother his arm.

Sliding her hand into the crook of his elbow Alexis allowed him to escort her to the waiting car.

---

[ss9]

Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Ok a bit for all fans here a little B/a and a little d/a friendship scene. Happy New Year folks!

Part 2:
---

Swiping at the irritating pest that kept annoying her Alexis tried to concentrate on the plans in front of her. They had most of the details sorted, well the business details sorted but there was one last issue to sort out.

“So we can expect Minister Lin to arrive on Friday…Do you think we should ask Fallon to put together an official reception at the Carlton for the Saturday night or would a more select dinner at the mansion be appropriate?”

“Hmmmmm.” Blake murmured leaning in close on pretence of looking at the plans, his attention distracted by the nearby slope of her exposed neck, to which he pressed a kiss.

“Blake!” Alexis snapped pushing Blake away and moving to the opposite seat. “You yourself asked me here to discuss this visit, if you no longer require my assistance…”

Holding up his hands in defeat Blake pretended to behave himself, pulling on the lapels of his suit he plastered a serious expression on his face. Picking up his glasses Blake scanned through the document. Yet his eyes quickly wandered as Alexis bent forward, treating him to a healthy view of her cleavage as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Well do you like it?” Alexis asked.

“Oh I like what I’ve seen so far.” Blake quipped waiting until Alexis realised just where his gaze actually rested before innocently turning his attention back to the documents. “I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”

“The plans for the Minister?” Alexis retorted pointing at him accusingly, before leaning back as she sipped her coffee.

“I like these too just not in the same way.” Blake smirked causing Alexis to roll her eyes setting down her coffee and stalking over to his desk rummaging around for the paperwork she needed.

Smiling at her annoyance Blake got to his feet and followed her, watching her stretch over his desk for a folder. Sliding his hands on to her hips Blake pressed himself against her back, muttering in her ear, “Careful my dear you are treading on the edge of a certain fantasy of mine.”

Trying to push his hands away Alexis wiggled in his grasp. “Behave Blake; we need to get down to work.”

Nuzzling into her neck Blake snorted at her choice of words. "Madam you are giving me ideas."

Letting her up for a moment, just enough to turn her around Blake leant in for a kiss stalled by Alexis’s hand on his lips. “The Carlton or the Mansion?”

Sighing Blake realised he wasn‘t going to get anywhere until they had this settled “The Carlton. It will be good publicity for Fallon.”

“Alright I’ll ring her.” Alexis replied reaching for the phone on his desk, surprised when Blake reached out and caught her hand, lifting it to his lips. Kissing her fingers he fixed her with his most hangdog expression.

“Right now?” Blake pouted, keeping his pleading expression even when she began to cave.

Biting her lip Alexis glanced at her watch.

“Well perhaps not right now…” She teased walking her fingers up his chest to loop around his neck, squeaking as Blake suddenly pushed her down against her his desk, lips quickly finding hers.

“Dad ahhhh…Sorry if this is a bad time…”

Glancing up at the door Blake felt Alexis quake with laughter beneath him. Yet he struggled to find it quite as amusing.

Spurred on by Blake‘s blatant irritation Alexis chuckled, "Steven darling this getting to be quite a habit of yours!"

“Yes one which I hope he grows out of sooner rather than later.” Blake groused reluctantly letting his bride to be up and watching as his chances of fulfilling that particular fantasy faded with every passing nanosecond.

Gathering her paperwork and her briefcase Alexis blew a sulking Blake a kiss. “It’s just as well, now I have time to drop by the hotel and discuss the requirements with Fallon personally.”

Then smiling widely at a bashful Steven Alexis sauntered out of the office leaving the two men alone in awkward silence.

---

Dex stood impatiently in the drafty foyer. His strong fingers clenching impatiently around the documents he had brought with him from the hospital. Sighing deeply he tried to force out the some of his nervous tension. It felt as though he had been running on adrenaline for days, which in truth combined with vile hospital coffee he had.

“It shouldn’t be much longer Mr Dexter.” The vacuous secretary repeated, her large hazel eyes locked lasciviously on the handsome millionaire in front of her as she twirled her brittle bottle blonde locks around her finger in what Dex could only assume was her patented “come hither” technique.

A technique that was not proving effective as he tried to keep as far away as possible and avoiding all unnecessary attempts at communication.

Not that she seemed to be taking the hint based on the flirtatious little looks she kept sending him.

“Are you sure I can’t get you any coffee?”

“No thank you.” Dex replied curtly pacing away from her desk yet still able to feel her eyes burning into his back.

After what seemed like an uncomfortable eternity the door to the registrars office opened and out walked a happy couple, the pretty young wife cradling their child and Dex swallowed a pang of jealousy.

“Mr Collins your next appointment is already here.” The secretary drawled into her phone sending a smile in Dex’s direction.

“Yes sir I’ll send him right in…” She added setting the phone. “He’ll see you now sir.”

“Thanks… Mandy isn’t it?”

Smiling broadly as though Christmas had suddenly come again Mandy leaned forward, rewarding Dex with an unpleasant view of her slightly bulging cleavage.

“It sure is Mr Dexter…you let me know if I can be of any further help?”

“I think I can manage from here on.” Dex retorted stifling a snigger as he entered the office, leaving a sulking secretary behind him.

Standing up from behind his desk Mr Collins offered Dex his hand and then a chair. “So Mr Dexter I believe today we are registering a birth?”

“Yes my son.”

“Ah excellent congratulations…Was your wife not able to make it?”

Clearing his throat Dex forced down his discomfort and the latent grief, no matter their dispute Dex still cared for Sable and his son didn’t deserve to grow up without his mother.

“His mother died shortly after having him and we weren’t married.”

Shifting uncomfortably as he put his foot in it Mr Collins reached for the required forms accepting the paperwork Dex supplied, filling in the appropriate details leaving one important space blank.

“I assume you have selected a name.”

“Yes.” Dex replied a brief smile of pride lighting up his face. “Jack Colby Dexter.”

---

“Dad I’m sorry…Marsha was away from her desk and I did knock I just guess you were too busy to notice.”

Rubbing his forehead Blake fought the blush that threatened, being walked in on by your child was almost as embarrassing as being caught by your parents. Waving his son over to a seat Blake perched on the edge of his desk.

“What can I do for you Steven?”

Rubbing his own forehead in a gesture that was all too familiar to Blake, Steven paused before answering. “I guess I don’t really know where to start.”

Smiling Blake fought a flash of humor; he could hear Alexis’s commentary in his head. “The beginning is always the best place.”

Stifling a chortle Steven nodded before replying. “I thought moving to Washington…A fresh start was just what Danny and I needed but it hasn’t turned out like I thought it would.”

Waiting Blake chose not to comment realizing Steven needed to talk this through in his own time, in his own way.

“I guess I just never realized how hard it would be, establishing a new career and looking after Danny. I hired a nanny but I feel like he’s being neglected what with me working such long hours.”

Frowning Blake asked. “What about Sammy-Jo she moved to New York so she could pursue her modeling and still be close to Danny.”

At this question Steven’s expression turned sour. “I think Sammy-Jo has been wrapped up in her new career and her fashion designer boyfriend to be overly concerned with her son, and it’s Danny who suffers. I just don’t know what to do Dad…I can’t seem win whatever I do.”

“Sometimes son it’s not about winning.” Blake answered gravely. “Sometimes you have to make a choice because you can’t win all the time; sometimes what is right for you might not be right for your son.”

“But how do you know what is right?”

Sighing Blake shook his head. How could he offer advice on this, he was hardly impartial and he could hear Alexis in the back of his mind, urging him to get Steven to stay but was that best for his son?

Leaning forward Steven rubbed his hands together his blue eyes locked earnestly on Blake’s face. “Dad I need your guidance.”

“And for once I cannot tell you what to do, this is something you are going to have to work out for yourself.”

Disappointed Steven leant back in his chair he had hoped his father would solve his problem, present him with the solution he had been searching for. “And in the meantime Danny suffers."

“I’m sorry Steven.” Blake answered honestly. "But why don't you leave Danny here whilst you decide, I know Fallon and your mother would adore looking after him, and I am sure there would be no problem if he attended school with LB and Krystina."

Smiling softly Steven nodded, "Thanks Dad, I knew I could rely on you."

---

“Are you sure that is all you need Mother?” Fallon asked with a playful smile as she scanned down the extensive list Alexis had provided.

Alexis either ignored her daughter’s sarcasm or was oblivious to it as she checked through her list one last time. “I think that will be all Fallon. I will have my team send out in the invitations if you can deal with the entertainment and caterers…”

“I have it all in hand I assure you.” Fallon insisted resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“And you have Minister Lin booked into your finest suite…And make sure his entourage is treated well, you never know when one of these junior diplomats will be promoted.”

Holding her hands up in defeat Fallon laughed. “Alright Mother I promise your guests will have the best The Carlton can manage.”

Picking up her gloves and slapping them against her palm Alexis looked far from amused herself. “Forgive me if I don’t find this amusing Fallon this deal is worth a billion dollars to your Father and me so everything has to be perfect.”

“And it will be.” Fallon retorted suddenly somber. “I’m sorry Mother. But speaking of parties when are you and Daddy planning on having an engagement party of your own?”

Shrugging Alexis fiddled with her paperwork placing it back in her briefcase and shutting it with a snap. “We haven’t discussed it.”

“And the wedding?”

Throwing her hands up Alexis exclaimed. “What is this twenty questions?”

“Alright.” Fallon retorted realising she had struck a nerve. “I’ll let you get back to the office and I’ll get onto these details.”

“Excellent.” Alexis retorted her eyes drifting from the lounge to the bar where a rather familiar figure had arrived and was ordering a drink. “I’ll see you at dinner darling.”

Leaving Fallon to attend to her business Alexis made her way into the bar coming up behind the solitary drinker. “Are you celebrating or drowning your sorrows Mr Dexter?”

Turning on his stool Dex smiled. “Well Mrs Colby I guess it is a little bit of both. I’ve had a rough week but I just registered my son’s birth so that is definite cause for celebration.”

“That is cause for celebration. Care for some company?” Alexis asked.

“That depends?” Dex muttered. “Is Blake going to jump out and accuse me of trying to get you into bed if I offer to buy you a martini?”

“Oh probably but I think we can risk it!” Alexis quipped waving the barman over, her diamond engagement ring glinting in the light.

Freezing Dex watched her sip her drink, his dark eyes locked on her ring, swallowing down his drink quickly and ordering another to try and quell the sick feeling that bubbled up. Yet like a masochist he just couldn’t leave it alone until he knew the truth. “So when’s the wedding?”

Glancing at him over the rim of her martini glass, Alexis smiled taking a sip of her drink before answering. “What makes you ask that?”

“Oh I don’t know…The diamond the size of the rock of Gibraltar on your ring finger!” Dex quipped bitterly.

“Oh this ole thing…” Alexis teased. “Well we have been a little busy but as soon as we set a date…”

“I’ll anxiously wait for my invite.” Dex finished sarcastically for her before finishing off his refill.

Shifting awkwardly Alexis decided to change the subject. “So as we are wetting the baby’s head do I get to know his name?”

“Jack…Jack Colby Dexter.”

“I like it but then I already said that.” Alexis answered raising her drink in a silent toast. “How is he doing?”

“He’s stable…The Doctor’s are just waiting until his lungs to clear completely before they operate on his heart.” Dex answered taking another sip, rubbing the glass in his frustration. Surprised when Alexis reached across and covered his hand with her own stroking it gently.

“He’ll make it Dex. He is his father’s son after all and Dexter’s are a tough breed.”

Snorting in amusement at her choice of words and her earnest expression Dex nodded, threading his fingers through hers. “Well if you say so I have to believe it after all Alexis Colby is never wrong.”

Laughing Alexis lifted her glass toasting him. “Well I am just glad you finally realised that Mr Dexter, it’s taken you long enough!”

Laughing along with her Dex took a sip of his bourbon, perhaps she was right, perhaps now everything would be alright?

---

[ss9]

Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Part 3:
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“This looks nothing like The Carlton?” Alexis commented leaning back against the plush seat of the limousine as it came to a stop not in front of the hotel like she expected but on the smooth tarmac of Denver airport.

“Did I say we were going to the Carlton?” Blake replied his expression as innocent as he could manage as the driver opened the door for them. “I must have gotten my days mixed up…After all we are going there this weekend.”

“So where are we going?” Alexis demanded accepting Blake’s hand to get out of the car, shaking out the long skirt of her black beaded evening dress.

Placing her hand in the crook of his elbow Blake escorted her to the waiting jet. “That would ruin the surprise!”

“Blake…”

“Just indulge me.” Blake pleaded, dark eyes soft, and Alexis knew she never stood a chance of refusing him when he looked at her like that. So she boarded the plane without further complaint.

“Fine but I had better like it.” She insisted after taking a seat on the sofa, smiling when Blake sat close by, sliding his hand along the back of the seat to stroke her bare shoulders as they taxied down the runway.

“Oh I think you are going to love it.” Blake teased resting his other hand on her stocking’d knee, rubbing it gently. “Now are you going to spend the next few hours nagging me or…”

He broke off smiling sliding his hand up the slit in her long skirt, and pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

“Or what?” Alexis countered pushing his hand back into more neutral territory as they took to the air.

“I always credited you as a woman of imagination.” Blake retorted leaning in to steal a kiss.

Stopping his lips a hairs breath from hers with a well-manicured finger Alexis leant back out of his reach.

“Oh no Mr Carrington…You’re dragging me off to god knows where and then expect to be indulged; since I don’t have my makeup with me how can you expect me to fix the damage you intend to reek?”

Smiling charmingly with a hint of the devil in his eyes Alexis was immediately reminded of the playful charmer who had stolen her heart over thirty years before. Blake pulled away getting out of his seat and crossing to the chilling bottle of champagne, twisting out the cork he poured one glass before returning to sit beside her. Taking a sip he handed the glass to Alexis.

“To us.”

“To us.” Alexis echoed the toast. Accepting it with a slight smile she drank deeply, eyeing him warily; waiting for the other shoe to drop. “So are you going to tell me where on earth you are taking me?”

Laughing Blake threw his head back, truly tickled by her persistence. “You can’t stand it can you…You’re like a little child wheedling.”

“I’m curious!”

“You’re incorrigible.” Blake countered taking the glass from her he set it on the table the devilish grin now released to full effect. “Now if I promise to be careful…”

Snorting softly in amusement Alexis did nothing to stop him, moaning as his lips trailed their way up her neck. She could only hope whenever they arrived they didn’t encounter anyone she knew, she was bound to look a state.

---

Stretching out on his bed Dex tried to rest, it had been a long day all round. He had a long talk with Jack’s doctors who were cautiously optimistic providing they could operate soon before his son’s condition deteriorated.

There had been two highpoints, registering his son’s name and the unexpected meeting with Alexis. She could still lift his mood with a smile and dash it just easily; fortunately today she had sought to raise his spirits. Though the news of her engagement to Blake had left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He was finally dozing when the banging started.

Staggering towards the door he pulled on his dressing gown, trying the belt loosely about his waist.

“Alright Alright I’m coming.” Dex called out as the banging continued persistent.

Pulling the door open he was stunned to come face to face with an irate Monica whose eyes dropped momentarily to his bare chest her face flushing. Stepping back she fought for composure.

“Monica what are you doing here?” Dex demanded.

Barging past him into his suite Monica thrust a handful of papers under his nose. “Explain these.”

Taking them from her Dex scanned the first few lines. “They seem obvious to me, it’s a birth certificate.” He added flinging it down on the desk. “What could possibly need explaining?”

“Jack Colby Dexter!” Monica retorted her eyes flashing.

“You don’t like the name?” Dex asked his tone falsely light hearted.

Scowling Monica spat back. “What right did you have to name him? Mother wanted him called Pierce…Or possibly Maxwell but never Jack, she would never have agreed to calling him such a common name.” Monica insisted

“He’s my son!” Dex retorted. “That should give me all the rights I need.”

Shaking her head Monica gathered up her documents stuffing them back into her briefcase and retrieving one other, flinging it down she arched a plucked eyebrow. “Are you completely certain of that?”

Picking it up Dex quickly recognized it for what it was. “Sable’s will?”

“In which she named both myself and Blake Carrington as joint guardians.” Monica gloated. “And mentions you not at all.”

“I am his father!” Dex bellowed slamming the damning document down.

Pulling herself together Monica headed towards the door but before she left she had one parting shot. “Are you completely certain of that?”

---

Swirling the wine around in his glass Steven looked around the dining room. It would be the last time he dined here for a while.

“So Steven are you on the morning flight?” Dana asked politely as the conversation had stilted.

“Yes.” Steven answered briefly.

“It’s a shame that Blake and Alexis couldn’t be here.” Dana added surprised when Adam snorted in derision.

“Did you have something to add Adam?” Jeff asked and attention turned to Adam who had been strangely silent throughout most of the meal.

Returning Jeff’s glare for a moment Adam then gazed at his waiting siblings. “Oh I am sure that was by design.”

“What was?” Dana asked confusion marring her lovely face.

Smiling indulgently at her Adam enlightened them all. “I think Father took Mother out for the evening so she couldn’t take dear little Steven to task for abandoning his beloved son.”

“Adam!” Jeff gasped, restraining Fallon who all but jumped out of her seat ready to defend her little brother.

“What?” Adam demanded taking another sip of his wine before reaching for the bottle.

Reaching across Dana placed a restraining hand on his arm. “Adam darling don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Fixing her with a disbelieving look Adam paused before refilling his glass. “Why because I speak the truth? We all know what is going on here…Baby brother Steven is running away again except this time he is dumping his responsibility on Mother and Father.”

“Adam…”

“How dare you of all people accuse anyone of running away from responsibilities? You who ran away and left Mother…Hid from the police…” Fallon cut Jeff off rising in Steven’s defense. “What right do you have to question his motives, who are you to criticize anyone’s parenting?”

Jumping to his feet Adam fairly shook with restrained fury. “How dare you? I am a member of this family whether you like it or not, I came back to Denver to face my responsibilities. And as for my parenting, may I remind you my son had to be ripped from my arms Steven leaves his behind like a unwanted puppy!”

“Adam…” Dana tried again but a fuming Adam refused to be placated storming out of the dining room without a backward glance and so getting to her feet she raced after him.

“I’m sorry Steven…” Jeff muttered awkwardly getting to his feet. Glancing at Fallon he smiled uncomfortably. “I’ll just check on the children.”

Sitting back down Fallon turned to comfort her younger brother. “Well that went well…You shouldn’t take what Adam says to heart, he’s just…just…”

Turning to face her Steven smiled sadly. "It's alright Fallon I stopped caring what Adam thought about me a long time ago…It’s just…”

“Just?”

Sighing Steven took a deep sip of his wine. “I guess it wouldn't rattle me so badly if deep down I didn't know he was right."

---

Sinking into Blake’s arms Alexis allowed him to guide her across the floor, the soft swell of the orchestra serenading them. An oh so familiar tune causing her to laugh and press a kiss to Blake’s cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Well it wasn’t too awful then?” Blake quipped spinning Alexis out in a timed maneuver.

“It was wonderful!” Alexis retorted spinning back into him, swaying in time with the music. “The opera…dinner and now dancing…You really are spoiling me.”

“Only the best for my girl.” Blake retorted playfully before his face became serious. “I just wanted to make it up to you. We’ve had a rough week and no time to celebrate our engagement proper.”

“Oh Blake it’s so romantic…We used to dance all night before we were married, remember?”

Nodding Blake smiled as he leant in to whisper in her ear. “Only because your Mother refused to let me spend the night in.” Blake muttered.

Slapping his chest Alexis rested her head against his shoulder. “Well you can hardly blame her, it wasn’t exactly proper.”

“Whereas you were the very measure of a respectable young lady!” Blake retorted sarcastically. “Or was it another young beauty who snuck me into her hotel room through the back entrance and then smuggled me out again with the help of a cooperative bellhop?”

“You bribed him!” Alexis scoffed poking his chest.

“I know…It was the best twenty five bucks I ever spent!” Blake retorted waggling his eyebrow lasciviously. “Care to sneak off with me again Ms Morell?”

Laughing Alexis slipped her hand up around his neck running her fingers through his hair. “Anytime Mr Carrington.”

“And this time I get to keep my money.”

“Blake….” Alexis squealed as his hand slipped lower than proper when dancing.

Smiling Blake pulled her firmly against him nodding at the waiting attendant to bring Alexis’s wrap. “I think it’s time to retire don’t you?”

Sliding her hand into his Alexis smiled at their interlinked fingers her diamond engagement twinkling brightly. “Wherever you want to take me Mr Carrington…I’ll be here…I’ll always be here with you.”

---

[ss9]

Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Part 4:
---

Smiling to himself Blake surveyed his handwork with a sense of deep satisfaction. It had been quite a while since he had used this skill, and although even he would admit to being more a little rusty he was feeling more than a little pleased with himself. Now if he could only get out of here without anyone being the wiser.

Yet the prospect of that grew suddenly dim when his shuffling presence managed to wake one sleeping inhabitant, dark eyes looking up at him in excitement and the newly woken youngster jumped up at his legs.

“Good boy...Go back in your basket.” Blake shushed the puppy but instead the attention caused Mr Kensington to yap in reply, bouncing about Blake’s feet.

Inwardly cursing Fallon’s choice of Christmas present Blake had little choice but to let the dog follow him upstairs. Pushing open the bedroom door Blake smiled at the darkness and the soft sound of breathing as he crept forward, his target now in his sights even through the gloom.

Yet he should have known when everything else had gone as planned that something was bound to go wrong. And it did in the most spectacular fashion.

A foot from the bed he tripped over an eager Mr Kensington who barked in excitement, waking Alexis suddenly just as Blake and the tray of breakfast he had prepared came plummeting towards her.

“You idiot!” Alexis huffed falling back against her pillow and pulling up the duvet so that not a piece of spilled breakfast got onto her hand sewn Italian silk nightgown.

“Blast!” Blake muttered as he sheepishly surveyed the destruction, pausing before he scrambled to pick up bits off egg that had fallen onto the comforter pushing an excitedly yapping Mr Kensington out of the way. “Stay down you damn dog!”

“Don’t yell at him...” Alexis retorted sharply reaching down for the puppy, who bounded eagerly back on to the bed, his black nose sniffing excitedly at the split food.

“Bad dog leave it!” Blake barked; the reasons why he had never had another dog after the first Mr Kensington had passed away flooding back to him.

Placing the remains of the omelette back onto the plate Blake cursed fate, Labradors and whatever vile creatures that had conspired to destroy the one omelette that he managed to create that looked halfway decent. Catching Alexis’s less than impressed expression he couldn’t bite back a hurt retort.

“They say it’s the thought that counts!”

Rolling her eyes at his petulant pouting Alexis huffed stroking the puppy’s fur, “Then what on earth were you thinking?...I know let’s see if I can find a way of waking up Alexis that will ruin her good mood for the rest of the morning?”

Irritated by her sarcasm and the way the now contented dog seemed to be smirking at him, Blake scowled. “It was supposed to be breakfast in bed...You want me to be romantic.”

“And showering me in...in...this gloop.” Alexis sneered in disgust poking at the hodgepodge that now sat slumped on her tray. “That is your idea of romance?”

“You’d still look beautiful.” Blake muttered sullenly. “Even ‘coated in gloop’. Whereas I...” He broke off sinking back down onto the bed, reaching up to pick disdainfully at the egg that had smeared into his silver hair. “Well I know where the prize for my worst idea goes to.”

Unable to stop herself Alexis laughed out loud at his dejected appearance. “Oh come here you foolish man.”

Sitting up she picked the food out of his hair. “It was a lovely thought Blake just next time...”

“Leave the dog downstairs?” Blake quipped, relieved that her irritation was thawing.

“Yes and I would suggest serving only toast, just to be safe!” Alexis countered and they embraced across the tray of breakfast, forgetting for a moment about the viscous state of Blake’s omelette as they pressed closer. Blake’s lips seamlessly found hers and they kissed passionately until they pulled apart panting and a peeved Mr Kensington tried to worm between them.

“Oh you jealous thing...” Alexis muttered picking the wiggling puppy up and setting him on the floor much to Blake’s satisfaction where he barked in annoyance at being excluded.

Yet Blake’s pleasure and the romantic mood didn’t last as Alexis caught sight of the unattractive stain that now marred her nightgown.

Swallowing as her face flushed with temper Blake shot up from the bed fumbling for the napkin. “Oh let me get you a cloth for that...”

“Don’t bother!” Alexis huffed pushing his hand away as he tried to dab at her chest. “It’s ruined! Honestly what is the point, I might as well wear a Kaymart special...Men have no common sense, this is silk Blake.”

Huffing at her abrupt change of mood Blake fell back on the bed, ignoring Alexis’s squeak of protest as the tray jumped at his sudden movement.

Answering her accusing glare Blake snorted sarcastically, “Well there is no need for me to be careful anymore...But I was right about one thing you are still beautiful even ‘covered in gloop’.”

Scowling at his less than sympathetic answer Alexis couldn’t help herself; she was the one who had been woken up, whose expensive nightgown was ruined and it was his fault yet he was the one acting the victim. She just wanted to wipe that sulking expression of his face. So before she had thought it through properly she snatched up a stray piece of toast and threw in his direction, her satisfaction only increasing when Blake yelped and tried to leap away, rolling off the bed onto the floor.

Rubbing his sore behind Blake pushed away the bouncing puppy who tried to crawl all over him licking at the egg stain on his collar; his look suddenly turning vicious and Alexis gulped nervously as he paced around the bed. “Oh you want to play...”

“Blake no…” Alexis begged her eyes widening and when that had no visible effect she tried to make a break for the far side of the bed.

Moving faster, Blake captured her by the ankle and yanked her back onto the bedspread. Not caring as the tray went flying, eggs, fruit and toast now spilled over the bed, Mr Kensington circling the four poster barking excitedly.

“Blake let me go…The food is going everywhere…” Alexis gasped but he refused to release her, instead he crawled over her pining her down on the bed, eyes glinting devilishly as picked up a piece of slightly squashed strawberry.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Alexis hissed her eyes widening in horror as Blake proceeded to ignore her warning and smear the fruit across her chest. “You...You...Idiot”

“I can’t help it; I’m an idiot, apparently.” Blake retorted reaching for another piece.

This time Alexis reached for it as well, arriving at the same moment and a brief struggle ensued, a struggle which Blake deliberately lost just so she could have the pleasure of returning the favour; smearing the fruit across his cheek.

Smiling at the satisfied expression on her face Blake ignored her squeak of protest leaning down to kiss her soundly. Feeling her finally relax beneath him Blake pulled away, his glinting dark eyes fixed on her emerald ones. “Are we even yet?”

Laughing at his playful tone Alexis reached for the last strawberry rubbing it between her fingers, her amusement growing as Blake’s eyes watched it warily; pleasantly surprised when instead she held it to his lips, offering him a bite.

“It tastes good.” Blake commented as Alexis tried it herself, his amusement growing as she nibbled at the berry seductively licking her fingers.

“Such a shame there isn’t any left!” Alexis retorted, wiggling beneath him to try and get him to move.

Yet Blake obstinately refused to shift and the way he eyed her was making Alexis nervous, he looked ready to devour her whole.

“Blake please...I think I’ve got fruit in my hair.”

“So I’ve got egg in mine.” Blake retorted dangerously his face now inches from her own.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Alexis’s distaste soon turned to amusement, giggling as Blake began to lap at her chest, “Ewww Blake stop it...”

“Hmm you taste nice.” Blake muttered against her skin, his lips moving across her chest. His progress suddenly impeded as he felt a tugging on his pyjama bottoms. And it wasn’t his bride to be.

Lifting his head he turned to scowl over his shoulder where a determined Mr Kensington had the hem of his pyjamas in his teeth and was doing his best to drag Blake off of his mistress.

“Damn dog let go!” Blake hissed trying to shake the puppy off, yet it only seemed to encourage him, wagging his tail as if Blake had taken up his offer to play.

Reluctantly Blake rolled off of her, hobbling on one foot as he tried to get off the bed, the puppy dragging the now hopping Blake halfway across the room.

Laughing so hard she thought she might split in two Alexis rolled back the comforter and threw herself back into the warm hollow she had been nestled in. Picking up the only remaining bit of food – a semi-burned slice of toast – she began to nibble tentatively, watching as Blake finally seemed to win the war against the dog, bundling him out of the room.

Huffing Blake stalked back across the room and slid under the covers beside her. Only now able to survey the destruction their little food fight had wrought on the previously pristine 600 thread count bedding. “Oh my.”

“Oh my indeed.” Alexis countered, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. “I simply cannot wait to see how you will explain this to housekeeping.”

Laughing out loud Blake pulled her to him, determined to pick up somewhere around where he left off retorting smugly. “Oh that’s easy I’ll just blame it on the dog.”

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Standing beside the incubator Dex watched the nurse’s every movement as she removed the chest drain from his son.

“There we go that’s better…” She spoke aloud to baby Jack before turning to his father. “We’re going to try him on a bottle in a minute Mr Dexter would you care to do the honours?”

Smiling at the thought of finally holding his son Dex nodded and the nurse turned and left them alone. Reaching his hand through the hole in the side of the incubator Dex stroked his son’s hand a feeling of unexpected warmth welling up inside him as his boy instinctively curled his hand around one of his father’s fingers.

“You just keep getting stronger Jack…” Dex muttered his other hand drifting to stroke the tuft of dark hair that adorned his son’s tiny head.

Marvelling that something so small had him completely captivated, he would never have believed how strong this love for a child could be until he experienced it himself. It suddenly threw light on some of Alexis’s behaviour over the years, he had always accused her of putting her children before him in every circumstance, unable to understand how she could claim to love him and still delegate him to second place in her life. Now he could, perhaps he owed her an apology?

Suddenly the door behind him banged open and Dex whirled round, frowning as he saw not the nurse or one of Jack’s doctors but an armed security guard.

“Step away from the child Mr Dexter.” The guard barked.

Perplexed Dex gaped, spotting an ashen Dr Ramsay arriving he demanded. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I’m sorry Mr Dexter we don’t have any choice in the matter…Would you please come with me?”

“I’m not leaving my son until you start explaining!” Dex all but yelled his eyes flicking to the security guard who was muttering into his walky-talky.

“Please.” The doctor pleaded eyeing the all too eager guard nervously. “Don’t let this escalate any further.”

Reluctantly Dex followed the Doctor out of the room the Guard following them both and taking up his post outside the nursery.

“Alright Doctor what the hell is going on?” Dex demanded his patience at an end. “How dare you demand I leave my own child.”

“I am sorry but we had no choice. These papers were just delivered, it’s a court order, awarding temporary custody of the Colby baby to his named guardian Monica Colby.”

“WHAT!” Dex bellowed unable to believe what he was hearing. “But he’s my son…I have rights…”

“I know and normally I would agree with you. I am not aware of the particulars something about Mrs Colby never naming or acknowledging your paternity. I’m a Doctor not a Lawyer I’m afraid.”

“No but Monica is!” Dex spat bitterly eyeing the security guard for a moment as if weighing up his chances before commonsense stopped him.

Running his fingers through his hair Dex paced up and down the corridor. “This is insane, everyone knows he’s mine…Dammit you just have to look at him!” Dex added desperately pleading with the Doctor.

Swallowing nervously Doctor Ramsay paused before delivering the final bombshell. “I’m afraid there is more. Along with the custody agreement there was a restraining order…I am sorry Mr Dexter but it orders you to remain at all times two hundred yards from the minor Colby. So I am going to have to ask you to vacate the hospital and not to return.”

“And if I refuse?” Dex gasped hollowly.

“Then I will have no choice but to call the police…I am truly sorry.”

Unable to believe what he was now hearing Dex grasped for something, anything, before hitting on something. “But what about a paternity test that would prove I am his father…”

“I cannot carry that out without permission from his current guardian.” Doctor Ramsay added, the tone of his voice showing just how likely he thought that would be. “Or an appropriate court order.”

“This cannot be happening.” Dex mumbled more to himself. “She can’t take my son from me I won’t let her do this.”

“I am sorry but I have to ask you to leave now.”

Shaking Dex reluctantly started towards the elevators, numbness setting in. “But what about his operation…Monica is going to go ahead like you suggested right?”

“I’m sorry but I cannot discuss his condition with you. Patient Confidentiality. Goodbye Mr Dexter.” Doctor Ramsay replied stonily and Dex all but crumpled at the finality in his tone.

Staggering into the lift he fumbled for the ground floor button, he needed to see his lawyer, he needed to sort this out, he couldn’t let Monica get away with this. Yet at the moment he could barely think straight, he felt so numb and in this state he knew there is only one person he could turn to, one person who would go for the jugular on his account. He only hoped her fiancé would let him anywhere near her.

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Well? What did you think? I am going easy on Blake at the moment, he's going to have a hard enough time soon enough.

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Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Part 5
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“Darling it all looks fabulous.” Alexis gushed looking around the main reception room at The Carlton. Every surface was festooned with large draping cream flower arrangements, the scent of roses and jasmine hung in the air, and light from the two large crystal chandeliers reflected in the many mirrors that lined the walls.

The string quartet were already warming up in the corner, and smartly turned out white coated waiters were already waiting with large silver trays filled with bubbling flutes of champagne.

“You look rather fabulous yourself Mother.” Fallon replied kissing Alexis’s cheek and admiring the simple lines of the sleeveless black chiffon dress that skimmed her mother’s curves and fell in graceful waves to the floor. The asymmetric neckline, lending the dress originality, much like the wearer, and the simple black colour meant that the fabulous diamond necklace stood out all the more, as did the engagement ring that sat in pride of place on her left hand, no long satin gloves to cover up that jewel.

“And what about poor Blake?” Blake demanded making an appearance in the doorway, looking very dapper in his tuxedo.

“You’ll do.” Alexis muttered playfully eliciting a hurt gasp from Blake.

“I’ll do?” Blake huffed. “If that’s all I might as well head home and leave you here to do all the work.”

“Oh you look dashing darling!” Alexis insisted laughing at his pout. “As well you know.”

Giggling at her parent’s play fighting Fallon waved over a waiter accepting a glass of champagne and passing another to her mother. “To a successful evening!”

Joining her toast Alexis sighed contently as she sipped the fine champagne. “And the most talented of daughters.”

“Here Here.” Blake echoed walking towards both his girls, kissing a blushing Fallon before returning to Alexis’s side sliding his arm around her waist.

“Shall we?” He asked waving towards the closed doors behind which many of Denver’s elite had already gathered for pre-party drinks in the bar.

“Why not.” Alexis answered with a smile, slipping naturally into her place by Blake’s side greeting their guests as if she had never been away.

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Smiling and greeting acquaintance Jeff circled the room looking for a certain lady. A certain illusive lady who he was certain was up to something. Fallon had been on edge all week, ever since Alexis had charged her with providing the party at The Carlton.

Slipping out of the room Jeff frowned as yet more people seemed to be arriving. He was sure Alexis had insisted it was to be a select party, prominent members of the Denver business community, a few key socialites and some party representatives yet it was starting to look like half of Denver was turning up.

Finally he caught sight of Fallon sloping off to her office deep in conversation with what looked like the society columnist for The Chronicle. Intrigued he followed at a discrete distance stopping the door from closing behind them, and pressing his ear against the crack.

“And your can guarantee it will make the front page?”

“Mrs Colby with a scoop like this I can assure you, it probably won’t be the headline, the news desk always manage to grab that but if we can get a picture of the happy couple together during the announcement…”

“Well if you have your photographer in position I will give you the signal.” Fallon replied. “We can sneak him in from the terrace.”

“Excellent we’ll wait in the lounge until then.” The journalist insisted shaking Fallon’s hand before heading towards the door.

Stepping back just in time to avoid getting hit in the face by the opening door, Jeff waited until Fallon followed her a moment later grabbing his wife by the arm.

“Jeff?” Fallon gasped trying to pull her arm from his grip, yet his hold on her was firm as was the penetrating look in his dark blue eyes.

“Alright Fallon perhaps you’d care to tell me what exactly you are up to?”

---

“I am very impressed Mr Carrington you have outdone yourself.” Minister Lin insisted scanning the room watching as his junior associates were skilfully introduced and shared around leading members of Denver society.

“Why thank you Minister, although I really cannot take the credit, that must in fairness go to the ladies.” Blake replied graciously waving towards Alexis and Fallon who were each doing their best to circulate and tend to the guests.

“Mrs Colby is very good at this is she not?”

“Well she has had a lot practice.” Blake replied with a smile. “But yes networking is a particular talent, it comes naturally.”

“Much like her beauty…If I were not a married man…” Minister Lin mused with a smile.

“I’m afraid you’d have to get in line, and as the man at the head of that queue I wouldn’t fancy your chances Minister.”

Laughing at Blake’s polite yet pointed warning Minister Lin held his hands up in defeat. “I yield Carrington, I should have realised there was something going on between the two of you in Washington, there was enough electricity between you, how is it phrased, ‘to power a city block‘.”

As if sensing Blake’s eyes on her Alexis turned and sashayed through the crowd, picking up a glass of champagne on the way.

“How are you enjoying our little party Minister?” Alexis asked pleasantly surprised when Blake quite naturally slid his arm about her waist.

“It is quite delightful Mrs Colby.” The Minister insisted. “Are you sure you will not consider leaving the oil business behind and throwing parties on a permanent basis?”

“Oh no sorry, I do love a good party but I think I might miss the cut and thrust of the boardroom a little too much.” Alexis replied with a smile, a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes as she spotted guests arriving that she certainly hadn’t invited.

“Blake did you…”

“Ladies and Gentlemen may I have your attention please?” Fallon’s voice sounded across the gentle babble of conversation, amplified by the microphone that had been set up in front of the musicians.

“Alexis what is going on?” Blake muttered in her ear, surprised when Alexis turned to him confusion clear on her face.

“I would just like to take this opportunity to thank you all for coming here tonight. It is a special night for more than one reason. Not only is this party to celebrate the latest combined venture of Denver Carrington and Colby Co with their New Korean partners, it is also the first event held at the newly renovated Carlton but there is one other reason that this night is so special… Would my parents be so kind as to come up here?”

Bemused Blake took Alexis’s elbow and escorted her towards the stage.

”Fallon?” Blake murmured his brow drawing close in a minute frown.

Smiling at her father the way she had as a teenage when she was about to drop a particularly large bombshell Fallon turned back to her waiting audience.

“It gives me great pleasure to announce the engagement of Blake Carrington and Alexis Colby.”

The applause was sudden, deafening and unexpected, as was the flash of cameras.

“Oh god.” Alexis gasped turning to glance at Blake, worried about his reaction.

Meeting her eye Blake’s dark gaze bore into hers, his expression giving nothing away, yet Alexis could tell under the surface he was fuming. “Did you have anything to do with this?”

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Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 9: Best laid plans

Ok it's here Part 6, Don't say I didn't warn you folks.

Part 6
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“Shame Steven couldn’t be bothered to stick around, not even for his own parent’s engagement party.”

“Adam Darling.” Dana muttered her blue eyes pleading. “Not now.” She added relieved when Adam grudgingly bit back any further comments and finished his drink instead.

Yet Dana had forgotten that Adam wasn’t the only strongly opinioned Carrington and she was powerless to stop Fallon turning on him angrily her own temper frayed from earlier and she was in no mood to listen to Adam’s bile. “I wish you’d get off of Steven’s case Adam it wasn‘t like he could fly back on such short notice, I only managed to talk to him this morning.”

“Why should I?” Adam demands taking another drink from a passing tray. “He gets to run off abandoning his own child, leaving his family to pursue his own goals, probably hot footing it back to whatever boy toy he is shacking up with this week and he still gets to be the blue eyed boy, the favoured son.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” Adam scoffed. “Do you really think Mother doesn’t mind the fact that he’s not here? I mean he at least knew it was going to be announced tonight which is more than the rest of us did...Including Mother and Father I noticed, and didn’t Father look delighted.” Adam added sarcastically but pointedly fixing his mocking gaze on his sister.

Swallowing down the sharp retort she had been planning Fallon found herself unable to counter that argument. Her announcement and the surprise addition to their party had not gone down exactly like she had expected. Blake had been politeness and all smiles for the guests but the look he shot her and the pale nervousness on Alexis’s face had made her uneasy. An argument was brewing.

The fact that he had stormed off without saying anything made her feel worse rather than better and she wished she hadn’t seen the flicker of disappointment on Alexis’s face; somehow she didn’t think the fact that Steven had decided to stay in Washington was what was bothering her mother the most at the moment.

“Mother understands why Steven couldn’t make it.”

“Oh she ‘understands’.” Adam retorted rolling his eyes. “But it bothers her nonetheless, they both do. Do you really think she hasn’t noticed his less than enthusiastic response to their engagement? He has hardly taken pains to disguise his disapproval now has he? So how else is she to take his absence but as a sign he is less than enthusiastic about their reunion.”

“Adam you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“But of course you would say that, his beloved big sister rushing to defend him in his absence.” Adam snorted. “The only one taken in by this farce is you Fallon, you’re so anxious to play happy families that you refuse to see what is right under your nose. This family is falling apart and I think it’s time you decided just whose side you are really on? Ours or his?”

“You’re wrong.” Fallon stuttered shaking her head in disbelief before spotting an escape route as one of her staff signalled for her attention. “Excuse me.”

Waiting until Fallon had left a teary eyed Dana turned accusingly to Adam. “Why do you have to do this?”

“Me?” Adam asked aghast.

“Yes you!” Dana retorted. “Dammit Adam just for once couldn’t you keep what you think to yourself?”

“I only spoke the truth.” Adam replied defensively.

Shaking her head Dana sighed, despairing that he just didn‘t seem to understand what she was trying to say, “No matter who it hurts?” She asked softly not waiting for his answer turning and disappearing into the crowd.

“Dana.” Adam called out, pushing the passing waiter out of his way he followed in her wake; oblivious to the pair of pained emerald eyes that watched her children scatter.

Unable to believe what her ears had heard. Trembling slightly her eyes automatically sought out her rock in all this turmoil. True he had been somewhat standoffish ever since the announcement, insisting in that cool tone of his they would address this matter “Later”; he almost definitely didn’t quite believe her when she insisted she had nothing to do with Fallon’s little coup but even so this was something they needed to tackle together.

Grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, she walked over to Blake sliding her hand into the crook of his elbow surprising him and his new friend, who stared at her, as if unsure why she was suddenly hanging about.

Awkwardly Blake stopped talking and with forced politeness made the introductions, "This is my fiancée Alexis. She is also involved in the Oil business."

"A pleasure…Walter Grunnings, from Texas." Blake’s companion was suddenly gushing charm but Alexis could feel herself bristling at the falseness of it all. "Likewise."

"Darling have you seen Fallon, I understand she needed to speak to you" Blake said in an attempt at civility but his meaning was all too clear.

Alexis felt her cheeks get hot. He'd just dismissed her; he hadn’t done that for years and she had foolishly thought that was because she had finally earned his respect. "I could. I'm not sure I want to, dear." She turned to Walter. "I've never had the chance to talk with a real Texan cowboy before."

"Your loss, I'm sure." Grunnings's charm was slipping.

"Alexis, if you don't mind...?" Blake gestured with his chin toward Fallon.

She was too mad to blush. She had a feeling her face had gone white. "Of course. I'll leave you two boys alone." She made her way back across the room, but not to Fallon, instead she strode over to the bar startling Dex as she all but barged him out of the way.

“Going somewhere important?”

Following her over Dex leaned against the bar watching as she tried to get the busy barman’s attention, huffing in frustration as she had to wait. “Got a thirst on?”

“I need a drink!” Alexis all but spat causing Dex to start in surprise as she glanced at him and then promptly took the whiskey glass out of his hand and downed the drink in one gulp, gasping as the strong alcohol burned her throat.

“Hey take it easy.” Dex muttered frowning as Alexis waved the barman over and ordered a refill, so he intercepted the drink before she could down that one as well.

“That’s mine!” Alexis demanded her green eyes flickering with anger, her hand outstretched waiting for him to hand it over.

Shaking his head Dex finished it himself, his strong fingers closing around her arm as he pulled her towards the dance floor; they made a striking couple dressed simply and elegantly in black, and heads turned as they passed before returning to gossip about this new twist to the evening.

“Dex let me go.” Alexis hissed whilst trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face as the people they passed wished her congratulations.

Ignoring her request Dex slipped his hand round her waist and strong-armed her into a dance, his powerful hand rest lightly but firmly in the small of her back so she had little chance of escaping.

“And ruin the fun for your adoring public? I think half the eyes of Denver are upon us Milady, probably awaiting the arrival of the jealous bridegroom.”

Snorting Alexis shook her head; her eyes locked on the buttons of his dress shirt, mentally counting them and admiring, merely aesthetically, the outline of his abs before she trusted herself to answer. “If he even notices you mean.”

Raising an eyebrow at the bitterness in her voice Dex lowered his head so he could speak lowly in her ear and not be overheard, inhaling the distinct perfume that seemed to cling to her hair. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean Dex that my adoring fiancé is more interested in increasing Denver Carrington coffers than he is on dancing attendance on his bride to be.”

“Well I always said the man was a fool.” Dex retorted pleased when Alexis had to stifle a laugh, resting her forehead momentarily against his chest as she fought for control.

“But I wouldn’t take it too much to heart, business is business, as soon as Blake has the fish he is trying to land well and truly hooked he will be back.” Dex added, sighing softly in disappointment when she lifted her head from its resting place.

“Well who says he will be welcome?” Alexis snapped turning to glare at the back of Blake’s head.

“Oh I know that look.” Dex teased his dark eyes glinting. “Poor Blake.”

“Poor Blake!” Alexis started truly astounded by his attitude. “How can you possibly feel sorry for him…”

“Because I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of that look and your temper Alexis.” Dex countered twirling her away from him and then pulling her back in, leaning close so that his breath teased her cheek and he could inhale another lungful of that scent then he asked. “Why don’t you cut him a little slack?”

“I will--When he earns it.”

“Ooh you are in fine mood.” Dex muttered before adding under his breath. “Hardly the right time to ask for a favour…”

Frowning as she caught his words Alexis glanced up at him in confusion. “What favour?”

“Not here…Not now” Dex answered softly his playful expression vanishing as his eyes clouded with pain and his hand already hot, tightened on her back until she could feel his fingers pressing into her flesh even through her dress. “Can you meet me on Monday…I need your help with something.”

“Of course, come to my office in the morning.” Alexis answered curious, her eyes widening as Dex continued to look troubled, sliding the hand that rest loosely on his shoulder to cup his jaw tenderly. “Dex what is it? It‘s serious I can see it in your eyes…It‘s not the baby, I thought he was doing so much better?”

Shaking his head Dex refused to answer. “I can’t…Not now; I don’t want to ruin your evening.”

“But…”

“May I cut in?”

Blake’s voice sounded pleasant but it was obviously less of a question and more of a command. Dex reluctantly moved to oblige, surprised when Alexis’s fingers tightened on his hand, holding him fast.

Turning to face Blake Alexis smiled sweetly yet her eyes flashed warningly. “That depends darling, are you planning on running off a moment later because you simply most speak to so and so?”

“I guess I deserve that.” Blake retorted gruffly, holding out a hand his dark eyes now thawed of their previous iciness now pleaded with her not to make him grovel.

“Hmm.” Alexis huffed, clearly not convinced, yet she took the offered olive branch and stepped out of Dex’s arms into Blake’s waiting embrace.

“Dexter.” Blake muttered sharply, nodding farewell to the younger man his arm wrapping around Alexis’s waist pulling her close, an overtly territorial gesture as they stepped into a slow waltz.

For a long moment neither spoke, Alexis content to make him sweat a bit longer and Blake waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Well that was subtle.” Alexis finally muttered, as she nodded a greeting to the Governor and his wife, fake smile lighting up her face. “You might as well have slapped Dex around the face with your gloves and demanded he release your woman or face the consequences.”

“You started it.” Blake hissed with surprising venom.

“Me?” Alexis demanded in surprise. “You stormed off like a child when Fallon dropped us ‘Both’ right in it. I told you once already, and this will be the last time I even justify that unfair accusation Blake, I had nothing to do with her little announcement.”

“You have to admit with your track record…”

Ignoring that little barb Alexis resisted the urge to deliberately step on his toes, it wouldn’t be worth the dent to her reputation even if it was momentarily satisfying.

“My track record notwithstanding, it was our daughter’s doing, bawl her out when we get home if you feel you have to but honestly Blake we were hardly keeping it a secret, people were bound to find out.”

“I would have preferred a little more notice.” Blake muttered. “But you may have a point.”

Pleased that she was ahead on points Alexis decided to address the last matter that was niggling at her.

“Then when I magnanimously decide to ignore your temper tantrum you send me away like an annoying younger sibling chasing after you and your buddy.”

“So to punish me you just had to run off to your ex-husband. Trying to make me jealous Alexis?”

Alexis waited until the Governor was safely out of earshot before retorting, "The caveman act doesn't suit you Blake."

“What would you prefer that I turn a blind eye to your little flirtations?” Blake growled. “I did that once before and look how well that ended up!”

“You...” Alexis began hotly before stopping herself as they were interrupted by a beaming Minister Lin.

“Congratulations...You are a dark horse Carrington, now things make much more sense.”

“Thank you Minister.” Blake answered for them both. “If you’ll excuse we really should circulate.” He added surprisingly Alexis as he discreetly took her arm and edged them off the dance floor and towards the door.

"Are we leaving?"

"We are getting some fresh air." Blake countered and they walked out to the terrace, murmuring greetings to acquaintances as they passed. "Am I mistaken, or is Dexter still carrying a rather large torch for you?"

"I'm not sure, perhaps." Alexis replied vaguely.

Blake exhaled loudly, his annoyance with her obvious.

"Maybe he thought I was fair game since you were busy sulking with your new Texan friend." She looked up at him. "Planning something Darling…A Texan takeover?"

"Alexis, that is not--"

“Any of my business?” She finished for him. “Fine but you didn’t need to send me off like a mere intern, it’s a party Blake, if you want a private business discussion hold it in your office!”

As they walked through the garden, he put his hand on her back, rubbing gently. "You were annoyed; I could feel your eyes boring into me like a laser. Alexis I know you are vexed but…"

"Yes that is a good word for it." Alexis retorted sharply before looked up at him. "And stop rubbing my back. I can't stay mad at you when you do that."

"Perhaps I know that?"

She tried not to laugh and failed. "Who is he? This Grunnings?"

"He is just a man with whom I have many interests in common. A man of like mind. Our opportunities to talk are few, we don‘t exactly travel in the same circles and he just happened to be in town. Surely you won't begrudge me?"

"I hate it when you're all sweet and mysterious."

"Perhaps I knew that, too?" He drew her into the shadows of the nearby arbour, grabbed her as they vanished from view and pushed her against the wall. "Do you find him attractive?"

"Grunnings?" She batted her eyelashes innocently not at all perturbed by her suddenly vulnerable position.

He gave her a stern look. "Dex?"

“I did marry him Blake; I would hardly do that if I couldn’t stand the man!”

"That was not what I meant and you know it!" Blake muttered leaning in close cupping her chin he forced her to meet his eyes. “Do you still have feelings for him Alexis?”

“Not the kind you are implying.” Alexis countered. “Of course I still care about him, but I love you Blake. It's always been you, you know that.”

"That is a relief. He is an excellent contractor and much easier to deal with than Sam these days. It would be a shame to have to find a new company to work with at this stage of construction." Blake replied lightly but Alexis could hear the relief in his voice.

Rolling her eyes at his priorities Alexis chided him, “I do hate to correct you Blake but that was the point where you say how much you love me as well, not express relief at not having to find a new contractor.”

Smiling at her tone Blake adopted a suitably apologetic expression. “I do love you Alexis and if I sometimes come across like a...a...”

Sliding her arms up around his neck Alexis smiled at him. “You were jealous.”

“Oh yes.” Blake admitted ruefully, his voice pitched low and gravelly. “I was.”

“Good.” Alexis answered a naughty twinkle in her eye as she ran her foot teasingly up his calf, her previous annoyance evaporating in the warmth of his smile. “Care to show me just how much?”

Answering her inviting smile with a devilish grin of his own Blake leant down, his mouth hovering mere millimetres from her own, “Oh I would love to Mrs Colby.”

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It was late when the family returned home a sheepish Fallon bid her parents goodnight and dragged a silent Jeff upstairs with her. Adam and Dana had vanished earlier in the evening and Alexis could only assume they had gone somewhere to make up after their little tiff.

Greeting Gerard with a tired smile Alexis made her way up the staircase but Blake was surprised when the butler hovered nervously.

“I am sorry Mr Carrington but there was an urgent phone call whilst you were out…I didn’t want to disturb you at the party so I wrote the name and number down on a pad in the library.”

“That’s alright Gerard I will phone them in the morning…I doubt anyone will be awake if I try now.” Blake answered with a tired smile surprised when his butler stepped across to stop him.

“I really think you should return the call now sir…It was from Europe with the time difference it should be morning there and…” Gerard paused glancing up the staircase to make sure Alexis had truly left. “It was from Switzerland.”

Paling as every terrible scenario ran through his mind Blake nodded running his fingers through his hair, unable to speak he nodded at a sombre Gerard and walked towards the library. His dread growing with every step.

This call could only mean one thing, a possibility he had been dreading since Krystle had first slipped into a coma, that they had finally lost her.

Picking up the phone he dialled the number Gerard had written on the pad, cursing when it seemed to take forever for someone to answer and yet hoping no one ever did. At length the phone was answered and Blake stated his name and the name of the Doctor he wished to speak to.

“Connecting you now sir.” The reception stated in her clipped accented English.

“Doctor Hans Muir speaking.”

“Dr Muir, Blake Carrington you left a message for me to call you…” Blake managed to gasp unable to bring himself to ask.

“Ah Mr Carrington excellent.” The doctor’s upbeat tone caused Blake to frown in confusion. “I am ringing to give you an update on your wife’s condition.”

“Krystle’s alive?” Blake gasped, tears springing to his eyes, his relief palpable. Just the thought of breaking the news of her mother’s death to Krystina had brought him out in Goosebumps.

“She is indeed Mr Carrington, but I think perhaps you should get on the next plane out here.”

Frowning in confusion Blake could barely think straight, he had swung from despair to elation and now hovered somewhere close to numbness. “I don’t understand Doctor, if Krystle is alive why are you calling.”

“I’m calling Mr Carrington because your wife has woken up.”

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Episode 10: The Calm

Synopsis:
Pretending to go to Europe on business, Blake learns the shocking truth about Krystle's recovery.

Spoilers
Alexis & Krystina bonding
How in the world does Dex end up getting dragged into Alexis’s wedding plans?
What/Who will Blake choose? Does he even have a choice?

Naughty Peek!

"Blake?" Alexis mumbled throwing her hand over her eyes squinting against the sudden light as a cursing Blake reluctantly turned on the bedside light.

"Sorry Darling try to go back to sleep." Blake muttered reassuringly, hoping that she would do just that and not question him further, yet he should have realised Alexis would never do that.

Frowning as she glanced at the small clock on her sidetable Alexis spluttered her surprise. "Blake's four in the morning...What are you doing? Just come to bed."

Sighing as he placed the final shirt he was packing into the open suitcase Blake shut it with a sharp click finally looking up at her, with her hair mussed and her eyes soft from sleep she had never looked better.

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Series 10: New Beginnings

Episode 10: The Calm

Part 1:
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Leaning back against the head rest Blake clenched his fist, his fingers tightening dangerously on the crystal whiskey glass. A million thoughts running through his head, all chaotic and conflicted, churning about just like his stomach. It was probably far too early to be drinking or far too late, either way Blake really didn’t give a damn.

Hearing the phone buzz, Blake picked it up, hearing his pilot’s voice.

“We’ll be touching down in JFK within the next ten minutes Mr Carrington, plenty of time for you to catch your connection.”

Growling a thank you, Blake put the phone down, swigging the rest of his whiskey debating whether he had time for another before deciding against it. It wouldn’t do for the airline to refuse to carry him after all the hassle they had gone through to find a flight to Zurich leaving first thing on a Sunday morning.

Glancing at his watch Blake realised he had now been up almost twenty-four hours, and he probably looked every minute of it. Normally he wouldn’t even have woken by now. Alexis enjoyed a lay-in at the weekend and it was a bad habit that he had found himself adopting as well.

Thinking of Alexis caused his stomach to clench once again and Blake almost reconsidered on that drink. He felt so completely ashamed of himself, a coward, even the memory of this morning made him cringe…

Stumbling over the edge of the chaise Blake cursed loudly. Leaning down he rubbed his throbbing shin.

“Damn stupid furniture.” Blake hissed stumbling back over to his wardrobe and squinting in the dim light he tried to find his light blue shirt.

"Blake?" Alexis mumbled throwing her hand over her eyes squinting against the sudden light as a cursing Blake reluctantly turned on the bedside light.

"Sorry Darling try to go back to sleep." Blake muttered reassuringly, hoping that she would do just that and not question him further, yet he should have realised Alexis would never do that.

Frowning as she glanced at the small clock on her side table Alexis spluttered her surprise. "Blake it’s four in the morning...What are you doing? Just come to bed."

Sighing as he placed the final shirt he was packing into the open suitcase Blake shut it with a sharp click finally looking up at her, with her hair mussed and her eyes soft from sleep she had never looked better.

"I'm sorry Darling but I..." Blake broke off unable to say the words, the truth stuck in his throat and he found a lie springing from his lips instead. "The Chinese called they asked for a meeting, I need to fly out on the next plane."

As the words settled between them Blake felt his stomach lurch, he was lying to her, even if it was to protect her he was still lying and it sickened him.

“Urghh rather you than me.” Alexis groused falling back against her pillow, thumping it back into shape as she closed her eyes to block out the light, yawning widely.

“When will you be back?” She muttered dozily stretching out across the bed like a contented cat, pulling Blake’s pillow into her arms she gazed at him through her lashes.

Swallowing as he picked up his case Blake shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. “I’m not sure…I’ll just have to play it by ear.”

Nodding Alexis yawned again. “Do you want me to postpone the meeting with Principle Evans?”

Groaning as he remembered the scheduled visit to Miss Dru’s preparatory school for young ladies, Blake inwardly debated it. Finally deciding it was best for Krystina to keep the meeting, the sooner they had her settled the better. “No, as long as you don’t mind taking her alone?”

Shrugging Alexis smiled sleepily. “No I don’t mind, I’m flattered you trust me enough to look after her.”

“Well I’d better be…”

“Aren’t you forgetting something first?” Alexis cut in with a chuckle holding out a hand to him.

The hand that displayed the diamond he had given her, the symbol of the promise he had made, the future they had ahead of them.

Trembling Blake stepped forward, setting the case down, he took her hand allowing Alexis to pull him close and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Blake… your lips have been known to be more passionate.” Alexis pouted causing Blake to smile despite the tsunami swarming in his stomach.

“Even at four in the morning?”

“Especially at four in the morning!” Alexis retorted, one plucked eyebrow rising teasingly.

Cupping her cheek Blake stroked her skin reverently his dark eyes drinking in every detail. “I love you…I don’t tell you that enough…If it hadn’t been for you in California I dread to think what would have happened to me, I’d probably be clinical depressed and in jail by now.”

Blinking back tears Alexis smiled softly, “Oh Blake…I love you to. I just feel so blessed to have you back in my life.”

Swallowing down the sickness Blake covered up his discomfort by pulling her close, burying his face into her hair he breathed her in, her scent, her warmth. Then pulling away slightly he cupped her face, meeting her gaze before he kissed her firmly. The kiss deepening as Blake tried to pour all of the feelings he couldn’t find words for into it, even his anguish and suppressed fear made it into it, in the way he held her tightly against unwilling to let her draw back even for breath.

Gasping and panting Blake suddenly pulled away, unable to meet those troubled glittering emerald orbs that bored right through him, Alexis knew him to well and he had let his guard down for a moment.

“I’ll call…” Blake muttered backing away and grabbing his case as he strode towards the door, ignoring her calls for him to wait. He didn’t dare look back; if he did he might never find the strength to leave.

The jet shuddered as it touched down on the runway jarring Blake from his memories. Glancing at his watch he realised the pilot was right he would make his connection in plenty of time.

Yet it wasn’t the flight that concerned him, it was what was waiting for him when he arrived that caused his heart to beat fast in his chest and his palms to sweat. He didn’t dare think about what might happen afterwards, his mind simply couldn’t process that he was too tired; all he could think about was Switzerland, a clinic there, and a certain fair haired lady whom he had missed so desperately.

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“Does LB know you’ve stolen his playroom?”

“I have stolen anything…I am merely borrowing it.” Alexis retorted through the brush clenched in her teeth, squinting as she tried to judge if her green was too dark.

Hovering inside the doorway to the studio Fallon decided against sitting on the sofa, afraid that the mud from her boots might stain the upholstery. “You’re up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d try and do something constructive.”

Surprised by this reply Fallon frowned, normally when her Mother couldn’t sleep she found other ways to occupy herself, ways that usually had her Father arriving a breakfast with a dopey smile on his face. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s not here, he had to fly to...” Alexis began stopping only when she realised she didn’t know where Blake was meeting the Chinese delegates, perhaps he had mentioned it and she had been still half asleep, but somehow she didn’t think so. “He has a meeting with the Chinese Oil Ministry.”

Frowning at her Mother’s deliberate vagueness Fallon found her curiosity piqued. “At such short notice?”

“They are their leases. When they say jump it’s not like your father has much choice in the matter.” Alexis retorted sharply, perhaps too sharply as it only convinced Fallon there was more to this impromptu business trip than meets the eye.

“But to leave without saying goodbye or even saying where he is going…Does Jeff even know about this?”

Slamming her paintbrush down in frustration Alexis rounded on her daughter. “How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Sorry I just thought…”

“No you didn’t think Fallon and that is crux of the problem.” Alexis muttered glancing at her canvas and huffing in annoyance, it was terrible well below her usual standard but then again she had hardly been practicing lately.

Hanging her head like a chastised child Fallon sank into the nearest chair, no longer caring if her riding clothes got the furniture dirty. “You’re still mad about last night.”

“I’m less than thrilled by your little surprise announcement yes.” Alexis snapped, relieved that the conversation had shifted. “I would have preferred to announce it in my own way, after having discussed it with Blake.”

“Was he very angry?”

“He was furious but I managed to talk him down, if you’re lucky by the time he gets back from this trip he might have calmed down enough to merely give you a verbal ticking off about interfering in other people’s affairs.”

“I am sorry Mother.” Fallon answered softly. “I was so happy about your engagement and thought all of Denver should hear about it and…”

“And the publicity generated from such an announcement would hardly be negligible!” Alexis added savvily catching her daughter’s eye, relieved when Fallon at least had the decency to blush. “And part of me even admires the way you scooped your hotel that particular coup but I would appreciate it if from now on if you exercise greater restraint before announcing private family matters.”

“Don’t worry Mother you won’t wake up tomorrow to find proposed wedding dates splashed all over the papers.” Fallon retorted sarcastically.

“I am very relieved to hear it.” Alexis countered just as acerbically before moving to clean her brushes, there was little point trying to paint when she was this keyed up, painting needed focus and patience both of which were in short supply this morning.

Standing up Fallon moved to look at the canvas. “It’s…”

“Awful.” Alexis finished for her, with a crack of a smile. “It’s alright you can say it.”

Returning her mother’s smile with a grin of her own Fallon grudgingly admitted. “You’ve done better.”

Laughing at Fallon’s turn of phrase Alexis shook her head. “I damn well hope so…Urgh I’m not in the mood to paint.”

Relieved by the lifting of the tension Fallon asked. “Well what are you in the mood for?”

Putting her brushes away Alexis shrugged, taking Fallon’s arm they walked out of the studio. “Oh I don’t know…a large slice of chocolate cake and an old fashioned romantic movie…Something with Carey Grant in.”

“Sounds like a plan, want some company?”

Smiling Alexis nodded, squeezing her daughter’s arm gently. “I’d love some.”

“Good Jeff can handle the kids for the day.” Fallon added with a chuckle at the thought. “I’m going to have a girly day with my mother.”

Rolling her eyes at the thought Alexis’s smile turned into a grin. “Just as long as you don’t ask me to curl your hair, you’re still as much of a fidget as always!”

“Moi!” Fallon gasped in faux horror before bursting into giggles and arm in arm the pair made their way back into the house.

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