fifteen minutes. I bet when Andrea said she was gone, she meant she went back to History.”
“God, do I feel stupid.”
“No, don’t.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “It’s Beginnings. Let’s go see Trish and wait until you hear what she has to say.”
“Is it big?”
“I think so.” Jenny led the way. “And I think you’re the one that has to tell Frank.”
<><><><>
They wanted to stop by the clinic first, but there was so much pandemonium, Ellen and Dean turned on their heels and headed to the cryo lab. They couldn’t understand what all the commotion was about Trish. She seemed fine when they passed her on the way from the living section, yet everyone was concerned that she was ill.
Such was the life in Beginnings.
They discussed the kids and made their way to their lab. Both of them anxious to get working on the blood work of Darrell.
Lights on.
“I’ll boot up,” Dean said.
“Thanks,” Ellen replied. “What do you need me to pull?”
“Um, just the blood we took from the lab last night.”
“It doesn’t need spinning, does it?” Ellen asked, and then stopped. “Whoa. Hey. A note from Frank.”
“What’s it say?”
She lifted the sheet. “Ellen and Dean,” she read. “I left you a surprise in the fridge.”
“A surprise in the fridge?” Dean turned from the computer.
“Isn’t that nice of him? He brought us lunch.”
“Actually, yeah, we should eat some now. I’m hungry.”
“Me, too.” Ellen, upbeat, walked to the fridge. The second she opened it, she screamed and slammed it shut.
“What? What?” Dean asked and rushed to the fridge.
“In … in …” Ellen pointed. “Frank.”
“Frank?” Dean cocked an eyebrow and opened the fridge. He immediately shut it. “Well.”
“Were we not clear?”
“Maybe not.”
Buzz.
They both looked at the cryo door when it opened. Frank walked in. He grinned. “Did you get it?”
Sarcastically, Dean replied. “Oh, you mean the lunch in the fridge?”
“Is that what you wanted it for?” Frank asked. “I don’t think you can eat them. You may be able to. Why would you want to?”
“So that was you?” Ellen asked.
“Was me what?”
“Was you who put that in the fridge?”
Pleased, Frank clapped his hands together. “It wasn’t easy. I thought it would be. But, once I had it in my scope.” He winked. “You asked, I delivered.”
Dean nodded and smiled. “Yes, you did, Frank. Great job. But … Unfortunately, we needed a live coyote.”
“Live as in not dead?”
Dean gave a nod. “Yep. That’s what I mean.”
“Fuck.” Frank blurted. “Dean, you said you wanted a fucking coyote. I got you one. You should have been more specific.”
“Frank?” Ellen asked. “Why would you assume we wanted it dead?”
“Uh, El?” he pointed to the rabbit in the jar.
“Oh.” Ellen tapped her finger to her mouth.
“So you guys can’t use it?” Frank asked.
Dean waved out his hand. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a use for its body. So it won’t go to waste. But … we really need a coyote that is alive.”
“Ok, no problem, I can do that. I just need to figure out how to do it. It’ll be fun catching a wild coyote.”
Dean smiled. “I’m sure you’ll have a blast.”
“I love being the mighty fuckin hunter. Remember the bear.”
“You’re the man, Frank,” Dean said.
“I am.” Frank drew up a thinking look. “OK, I’ll get on it. Can I ask why?”
“Absolutely,” Dean nodded. “We need its uterus.”
“The uterus?” Frank asked. “You can’t use the uterus on the coyote in the fridge?
Dean shook his head. “No, it has to be attached to a walking, breathing coyote. Yeah, we need a live coyote with a functioning uterus.”
“Live coyote with a functioning uterus.” Frank gave a thumbs up. “I’ll put that in my agenda.” He leaned down and kissed Ellen. “I got to get back. I’ll call you. And thanks for the tips last night.”
“Any time.” She
“God, do I feel stupid.”
“No, don’t.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “It’s Beginnings. Let’s go see Trish and wait until you hear what she has to say.”
“Is it big?”
“I think so.” Jenny led the way. “And I think you’re the one that has to tell Frank.”
<><><><>
They wanted to stop by the clinic first, but there was so much pandemonium, Ellen and Dean turned on their heels and headed to the cryo lab. They couldn’t understand what all the commotion was about Trish. She seemed fine when they passed her on the way from the living section, yet everyone was concerned that she was ill.
Such was the life in Beginnings.
They discussed the kids and made their way to their lab. Both of them anxious to get working on the blood work of Darrell.
Lights on.
“I’ll boot up,” Dean said.
“Thanks,” Ellen replied. “What do you need me to pull?”
“Um, just the blood we took from the lab last night.”
“It doesn’t need spinning, does it?” Ellen asked, and then stopped. “Whoa. Hey. A note from Frank.”
“What’s it say?”
She lifted the sheet. “Ellen and Dean,” she read. “I left you a surprise in the fridge.”
“A surprise in the fridge?” Dean turned from the computer.
“Isn’t that nice of him? He brought us lunch.”
“Actually, yeah, we should eat some now. I’m hungry.”
“Me, too.” Ellen, upbeat, walked to the fridge. The second she opened it, she screamed and slammed it shut.
“What? What?” Dean asked and rushed to the fridge.
“In … in …” Ellen pointed. “Frank.”
“Frank?” Dean cocked an eyebrow and opened the fridge. He immediately shut it. “Well.”
“Were we not clear?”
“Maybe not.”
Buzz.
They both looked at the cryo door when it opened. Frank walked in. He grinned. “Did you get it?”
Sarcastically, Dean replied. “Oh, you mean the lunch in the fridge?”
“Is that what you wanted it for?” Frank asked. “I don’t think you can eat them. You may be able to. Why would you want to?”
“So that was you?” Ellen asked.
“Was me what?”
“Was you who put that in the fridge?”
Pleased, Frank clapped his hands together. “It wasn’t easy. I thought it would be. But, once I had it in my scope.” He winked. “You asked, I delivered.”
Dean nodded and smiled. “Yes, you did, Frank. Great job. But … Unfortunately, we needed a live coyote.”
“Live as in not dead?”
Dean gave a nod. “Yep. That’s what I mean.”
“Fuck.” Frank blurted. “Dean, you said you wanted a fucking coyote. I got you one. You should have been more specific.”
“Frank?” Ellen asked. “Why would you assume we wanted it dead?”
“Uh, El?” he pointed to the rabbit in the jar.
“Oh.” Ellen tapped her finger to her mouth.
“So you guys can’t use it?” Frank asked.
Dean waved out his hand. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a use for its body. So it won’t go to waste. But … we really need a coyote that is alive.”
“Ok, no problem, I can do that. I just need to figure out how to do it. It’ll be fun catching a wild coyote.”
Dean smiled. “I’m sure you’ll have a blast.”
“I love being the mighty fuckin hunter. Remember the bear.”
“You’re the man, Frank,” Dean said.
“I am.” Frank drew up a thinking look. “OK, I’ll get on it. Can I ask why?”
“Absolutely,” Dean nodded. “We need its uterus.”
“The uterus?” Frank asked. “You can’t use the uterus on the coyote in the fridge?
Dean shook his head. “No, it has to be attached to a walking, breathing coyote. Yeah, we need a live coyote with a functioning uterus.”
“Live coyote with a functioning uterus.” Frank gave a thumbs up. “I’ll put that in my agenda.” He leaned down and kissed Ellen. “I got to get back. I’ll call you. And thanks for the tips last night.”
“Any time.” She
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