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Summerset Stories	By : medievalcutie Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, sorry things are going oddly update wise, but I move back to school ... well in a few hours, actually. So that along with ideas for my other story have kept me from writing on this until tonight. This chapter's a little short, but I think it will make up for length in substance. But ... over 100 hits and only four reviews? Leave me a review if you like, leave a review if you don't, I just like to hear from the readers. So here's a new chapter for you guys. :)

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Cara and Gerard pulled up into the employee parking of the auditorium where she worked with the orchestra and other groups. It was a great life, if she had to say herself. She managed to use the music that she had studied throughout her schooling career, and yet she didn’t have to worry with the performing aspects. Sure, she still loved to play, but she didn’t have the stress of solo work, which had never been her forte. As she stepped out of her small car, Cara pulled at the edge of her black dress that she used for these occasions. It was standard length, but with the suggestion of her old college roommate, she had bought it in a tight fit, that showed her figure off, also the hem was off-level, so it made for an even more dramatic effect, and even more trouble with keeping from showing too much.

“There you are! I thought I would have to send out a search party for your late ass. Good to see you again, Gee. And you’re flaming sexy as always, Cara. Come on, we’ll head in here, Gee you head around front so it won’t be suspicious. I’ll take care of our favorite girl until we get back out into the madhouse.” Bob had pounced on them almost as soon as they had reached the staff entrance at the back. Cara could tell by the state of his tie that he had been pacing back and forth no doubt waiting for her to show up.

Bob held out his arm and escorted her to the door of the theater, Cara knowing that it was more for her own protection than anything else, as West Cran had a bit of a crime problem, particularly with cases involving women. That and Bob had always been a tad too over-protective. So when he held open the stage door, Cara hurried inside, doing her best to ignore the glances that Bob kept giving over his shoulder. She had already had a big enough scare for the night with the voice.

But as usual, when she entered the theater, she was hit with the familiar sounds of people scurrying about with their jobs and such, trying to make sure that the evening went on without a hitch. The gala for tonight was a small mingling in the lobby area before settling down for a showcase performance, then the most important business portion of the night, the donations. As Bob and Cara were high enough on the technical totem pole, they had the evening to leisure and mingle in order to try and talk patrons into giving more money. Cara was an expert at debating and persuasion, and Bob was just a nice sort of guy that people seemed to trust. So they were valuable in getting donations.

“Cara, good. I needed to ask you where the scores for the Bach prelude are. One of the violinists is missing their copy and can’t look on. Please?” One of the interns had caught sight of Cara and as the girl seemed to be almost on the verge of tears at not being able to handle the score issues on her own, had given up and decided to grovel. Cara smiled and started off towards the music room backstage, the young intern rushing after her apologizing profusely.

As Cara stepped into the small and over-crowded room, she smiled heading over to one of the sets of file cabinets, running her hands over the drawers before finding the one that she was looking for and whisking it open. Her fingers skipped over the envelops until she pulled out the scores in question, quickly pulling out the music and riffling through it until she reached the violin parts. “Which seating?” She asked the intern, glad when she didn’t mutter or fumble over her words too much. “Um, third part, second chair.” Cara found the part needed and handed it to the intern who rushed off with a flurry of ‘thank you’s.

The smallest disaster avoided, Cara knew that it was time for her to get out front and intermingle with the potential patrons. After all, that was what she was getting paid for, not to stay back here in the midst of all the great composers and music, which had always seemed to comfort her and make her feel special. “Knock, knock. I was wondering if you had seen my partner. You know, talented, brilliant, and gorgeous to boot. I lost her while trying to head out to weasel some old fogies out of their money.”

“Oh shove it, Bob. Now come on and lets get this over with. Besides, you know I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” Cara laughed at the hurt expression on Bob’s face. They had always had a playful banter, ever since she had started working at the theater as an intern while still in college. And she considered Bob to be a friend, which wasn’t something most of the others that she worked with could claim.

As they reached the front lobby, Cara whistled under her breath. Boy, Sammy had sure packed them in tonight. She wondered if asking Gerard to come had been such a good idea or not. After all, with the way the room looked, she didn’t know if she could even find Gerard, much less manage to keep up with him throughout the evening. But at least he would hopefully enjoy the evening, as most nights he had to miss the opportunity of going out to the theater because of work, or either writing on the comic book series that he wrote. Graphic novels, as she had been corrected on numerous occasions.

“Miss Cara Morgan, I didn’t think I would find you here!” Cara jumped at the booming voice calling her name. She glanced around out of fear. One of the things that she loved about West Cran, was that it was a large city, and therefore, easy to disappear in. Sometimes you went months or longer without even knowing your own neighbors’ names, much less the names of the others in the city. So it was no surprise that she would be worried hearing a voice calling out her name.

Bob grimaced hearing someone calling out Cara’s name. After all, he didn’t recognize the older man and therefore, it couldn’t be anyone that she had met at any of the arts functions. So that left someone from the small town she came from. Bob didn’t know details, but knew from the way she acted and looked when she talked about it, that she wasn’t the most happy with the town and the experience. The man was taller than most, with broad shoulders and an athletic sort of build, even in his older years. His brown hair had been streaked with gray, and he wore a pair of glasses that looked too large for his face. And as soon as he reached the two, pulled Cara into a hug, with a rumbling laugh.

“Reverend Lovegood, what a surprise. I didn’t know you left Summerset that much. What brings you out to West Cran?” Cara tried to keep the pasted smile on her face as she recognized the elder man from Summerset. He was the pastor of the Baptist church on main street, and everyone in the town knew him, even if they didn’t go to his church, although Cara’s family had been members for several generations.

Bob loosened his grip on Cara’s arm as she seemed to inadvertedly introduce the man as a pastor that she knew. Although at the mention of her old hometown, he frowned. This wasn’t a good sign. First she had been plagued by people trying to get her to move back all year, and then she took off the afternoon for family emergencies, no doubt in the town, comes back and seems completely out of it, only to have someone from the town at the gala that night. Something didn’t seem right to him, and he was planning on bringing it up with Gerard later. After all, Bob might still have some feelings left over from the small hurt he still had from Cara, but he was still a loyal friend, and knew that Gerard and her other roommates would take care of her, as much as was within their power to do so.

“I was in town giving a series at the seminary. One of the professors mentioned something about a benefit gala for the local theater and I thought I would drop by. Not to mention I remembered hearing something from Janie about you living here and working with the orchestra. But who is this young man? Certainly you haven’t gone and gotten yourself attached to someone without letting us back home know about it.”

Cara flinched at the reverend’s sugary words. It all seemed to be a part in the ploy to get her back to Summerset, and she couldn’t help but feel a little more drained at the thought of the entire town in some twisted plot to get her back. When he asked her to introduce Bob, she was half tempted to say something out of the way, but didn’t think Bob deserved such treatment, as he was still one of her closest friends.

“Forgive Cara, she’s had a long day. I’m Bob Bryar. Cara and I are partners.” Bob felt something off with the man and purposely left the introduction vague. If Cara wished to clarify, then he wouldn’t argue, but something about the elder man just didn’t sit right with Bob. And by the small glare the reverend gave Bob before he quickly covered his face in the polite mask again, seemed to solidify Bob’s dislike and suspicion of the man. Out of spite, Bob wrapped an arm around Cara’s waist, almost possessively.

“Nice to meet you, young man. I hope that you’re taking care of our little girl, she’s already had it rough enough in her poor life. I would hate to think that she left home just to get into another bad situation. After all, Summerset is family.” Cara inched away from the pastor as he recited the town motto. She hated it because it always made her feel so trapped, and with Reverend Lovegood showing up out of nowhere today of all days, it made her feel even more so.

Bob noticed that Cara seemed to get even more upset at the pastor’s words, and decided that it was enough. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Reverend. But sadly, we two must go and earn our money. Come on, Cara. Let’s go finish setting up the stage area.” Bob knew that the stage had been set up all day, but he wanted to get Cara as far away from this man who was looking more like a vulture with every passing comment.

Cara nodded and turned to follow Bob off towards the auditorium and backstage area, flinching as she heard the pastor call out to her. “See you soon, Cara Lyn.” She unconsciously sped up her pace and barely made it into the nearly empty auditorium before breaking into tears at the name. She turned around and buried her face against Bob’s chest sobbing silently. She felt his arms wrap around her and slowly began to calm down.

Bob knew that he shouldn’t be feeling these things for Cara, especially after she had openly refused his advances. And yet, it was just as he had known when he had first met her, she was special. And he wondered if she really knew how much so. As she sobbed in his arms, Bob felt the familiar anger bubbling up, threatening to let loose. And he knew that if he were to let go of his anger, everyone would be in trouble.

“Do you think you would mind walking with me to fix this mess I’ve made of myself?” Cara had managed to calm down enough to bottle away the terror and sad memories that went along with the name, and the entire town of Summerset in general. But she knew that because of the tears, she more than likely looked a complete mess. She pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself trying to get warm as she was suddenly very cold.

“Of course. Come on. And you’re not a mess. Sure a little smudged, but nothing awful. Besides, isn’t the smudged appearance supposed to be the new fashion statement?” Bob didn’t have any idea what he was talking about, but he was just trying to make her feel better, as she looked about to burst into tears again. That old codger was going to pay for how bad he had upset her, if Bob had anything to do about it.

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“Yes, she is here in West Cran. Such a pity too. But she’s working with the local orchestra, some form of technical support. But we were correct in suspecting that there would be some opposition. She has three roommates, all of which are attached to her, at least one with romantic entanglements. Not to mention a co-worker, who appears to be very problematic for our business. But she obviously remembers.”

The panel of elders nodded listening to the voice of one of their own on a speaker phone set up in the middle of the table. It was nothing new to hear there would be problems, they had expected so ever since Cara had moved away to school, stubbornly refusing to go to the suggested school. There was a general turn of attention as the door to the room opened and another of their members walked into the room, taking a seat at the table as well.

“Thank you for the information, Robert. Can you try to get anything else about the roommates and this mysterious co-worker?”

“Of course. I know at least the names of the boys, but I’ll work on getting some more information out about them. Perhaps I shall extend my lecture series while finding out more about our mysterious young men?”

“That would be a capital suggestion. Keep up your cover. Cara’s a clever one, so the slightest slip up and she will be onto our plot. And we wouldn’t want that, would we Robert?”

“Absolutely not, Grace.”

The older woman nodded with a tight lipped smile, the same blue eyes of her daughter narrowed on the phone. “Then do not mess this up. She has her education, now it’s time for my little Cara Lyn to come home. Goodbye, Robert.” The woman reached out with a slightly wrinkled hand and pushed the button to end the call before turning back to the others at the table.

“Now, what can you tell me of the other portion of our work? And I do not want to hear more unfulfilling news.”
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