Darkness had fallen upon the ranch and it was well after 8 p.m. when the weary travelers reached the house. Clayton unlocked the door and he, Ellie, Lilimae, Gary, Val, Lucy, Abby, and Jack all filed in. "Welcome back to Southfork everyone!" said Ellie cheerfully.

Abby glanced around the house. It was only the second time she had been inside, and it still wasn't to her tastes. She tried to smile, so as not to be rude to Miss Ellie. "Relax Babe," said Jack. "Just make yourself at home."

"I know I will," said Lilimae, grasping Clayton's arm. Valene shot Miss Ellie a look, but Ellie just smiled. Lilimae was Val's mother—Lucy's other grandmother—whom Lucy had just met for the first time at the block party in Knots Landing.

"Now let's see," said Ellie, in deep thought. "I'm trying to make sure we have room for everyone! Teresa!"

Teresa rounded the corner and was there just seconds later. "Yes Mrs. Farlow?"

"We're going to need…"

Ellie stopped to think for a second. "Three extra bedrooms. One for Gary and Val, one for Abby and Jack, and one for Lilimae. Would you see what you can do about that please?"

"Yes Mrs. Farlow." Teresa made her way to the stairs as Ellie turned back to the group.

Jack was the next to speak up. "So, where's the rest of the family?"

"That's a good question Jack," said Ellie.

"Everybody's gone," came a reply. J.R. walked out into the living room. "Christopher and Karen went out to eat with Pam and Bobby. John Ross and Melissa went to a movie. Sue Ellen is lord knows where."

Abby almost let out a little laugh. Maybe her night wouldn't be all that bad if Sue Ellen wasn't here. But, on the other hand, Lucy was here. "Miss Ellie, I'm feeling a bit tired. Mind if I retire early?"

"No, not at all. Come with me and I'll make sure that Teresa has the room ready."

Abby and Jack followed Ellie up the stairs, leaving the rest in an awkward situation in the living room. "Well, I didn't know all of Knots Landing would be coming," said J.R. in a slightly less than friendly voice.

"That's too bad J.R.," spoke Gary, "didn't give you enough time to prepare the welcome wagon did it?"

"You'd know about wagons Gary, considering all the times you've fell off of yours." J.R. smiled a triumphant grin, said goodnight, and went upstairs.

Val put her hand on Gary's shoulder to comfort him. "Some things never change. Why don't we go get some rest too?"

"Sure thing," said Gary. "I'm exhausted."

"Momma, are you coming up now?"

"No Dear," said Lilimae. "I think I'll stay up for a while and get to know Clayton a little better."

"You must be tired, why don't you come up to bed."

"Nonsense! I've got more energy than a woman half my age!"

Lucy giggled. "Well, you two have fun getting to know each other. I'm going to bed too. It's been a long day."

Lucy and Gary headed to the stairs, with a reluctant Valene close behind. Only Lilimae and Clayton remained in the living room. "So, Clayton. Did you say if you were married or not?"

Clayton couldn't help but grin, though he knew very well that Lilimae was suffering from Alzheimer's. "Yes Lilimae. I happen to be happily married to Ellie."

"Oh Rats. Well, goodnight then Clayton!" She left, leaving Clayton alone.

Pam woke up and rolled over to stare at the clock. The dream had come to her again and it was terrifying. Since she had come home from Paris, she'd had different variations on this theme, but this one truly scared her.

She walked into the nursery that she had decorated for her new baby after hearing the child crying in obvious distress. "Momma's here sweetheart." She was smiling as she came to the cradle and picked up her child.

As she came to sit in the rocking chair, she moved the blankets so she could see her baby and suddenly Pam's smile faded and she let out a horrific scream. "NOOOOOOO!"

As she clutched her baby, she heard Katherine's voice seemingly coming from everywhere around her. "I'm not finished with you Pammy. As I told you once, and will continue to tell you. You're tainted and now, you've tainted another little innocent angel."

"I have NOT tainted this baby." She whispered determinedly to the air around her. "This child will be perfect. The child Bobby and I have dreamt of for years. Katherine's a liar."

"That's what I've tried to tell you for days now." Pam felt Bobby's hand on her shoulder and she jumped. "YOU scared me!"

She turned and found him shaking his head. "Pam, Katherine has tried to play with your mind for years. Telling you that you are Digger's daughter was yet another way to do that. Knowing that your first concern would be for the baby's health and safety."

He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Pam, tell me you believed what I've told you. That our child will be nothing less than the most beautiful, charming and adored baby in the world, you and I will finally have it all."

She nodded. "I do believe."

Bobby smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "So let's go back to sleep. We've an appointment later today." He paused just for a moment and waggled his eyebrows at her. "Unless?"

Pam swatted the pillow at him. "Oh no you don't. We have to get sleep now while we can. Once this baby is born, we're not sleeping for the next oh, say." She paused and shrugged her shoulders. "20 years. 40 if she's ANYTHING like Lucy was as a teen."

Bobby looked disgruntled. "Who says it's going to be a girl?"

Pam smiled. "I do and for once since I've remarried you, something is going to go right for me or else my name is NOT Pamela Barnes Ewing. Now, let's get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

BOOM

BOOM

J.R. awakened with a start after hearing several loud sounds. Thunder was the first thought that popped into his mind, but sunlight shone through the curtains and splashed radiantly across the bed. He pulled back the sheets and stepped off onto the softly carpeted floor where he made his way over to the window and pulled up the blinds. He peered out to see a band and heard the sound again as one of the band members beat a big bass drum. It was the day of the annual Ewing Barbecue.

"Can't a man get any damned sleep around here?" said J.R. as he put the blinds back down. A smile soon spread across his face. "Today is the day. It's just a matter of hours before I—Sue Ellen—gains control of the Clifford Group. Just a matter of hours."

"Momma, it's me." Pam knelt down and placed her bouquet at the foot of the tombstone. "I've wanted to come and talk to you for awhile now. Just didn't have the words to say how I'm feeling."

She ran her hands over the cool marble. "I'm finally going to have the baby I always wanted. I've already passed three months a while ago and Dr. Bader says that all is going to go smoothly. No problems."

Pam paused, as if thinking on how to approach her next topic. "However, not all aspects of my life are as smooth. Thanks to Katherine, I lost all knowledge of a child and I wasn't even there to say goodbye to him until it was too late. Her final card was that she tried to taint this baby. Momma, she said that I was a Barnes after all."

Not wanting to think about the evil, she smiled. "Momma, you would have loved to have had another grandson. His name was Alexander." She paused and dried her eyes before continuing. "I'm promising this to you and to him, that this child will know all about you both. I won't have this child grow up not knowing about the history that led to her arrival." She checked her watch. "I have to go. The next time I come, I won't be alone. We'll have an introduction to make." She stood up. "I love you Momma."

Bobby met her at the end of the shaded path, a look of loving concern over his handsome features. "Are you ready?"

She slid her hand into his and nodded. "Let's go see Dr. Bader."

Sue Ellen was on her way into the living room when she heard the shrill ring of the telephone. She heard Teresa answer it and say Just a moment please.

"Mrs. Sue Ellen!" came Teresa's voice. "Phone call for you."

Sue Ellen thanked Teresa and took the phone, passing Abby who sat on the sofa reading a magazine. "Hello?"

"Is this Sue Ellen Ewing?"

"Yes, this is she," said Sue Ellen.

"Mrs. Ewing, this is going to sound strange, but there is an important meeting you should attend this morning. It has to do with the will of Mr. Clifford Barnes."

"What? But Cliff's will was read months ago."

Abby raised her eyebrows and looked over the magazine she was reading.

"Yes, but there is another part to it, and it may or may not involve you."

Sue Ellen frowned. "What time will it be held?"

"10 a.m. this morning."

"Okay then. I think I can make it. Where is this meeting taking place?"

"Fresco Park Office Tower, Suite 45."

"Thanks. I'll be there."

Sue Ellen hadn't wanted to go, she wanted to be right here at Southfork where all the festivities were taking place, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her. What could Cliff Barnes have possibly left her?"

Cliff Barnes frantically ran through the airport, almost knocking down an old lady. He was supposed to have arrived in Dallas that morning, but there had been an unexpected layover and now Cliff found himself stuck in Phoenix. The meeting would be held at 10 a.m. at the Clifford Group building and that just left him a few hours to get back to Dallas. If he was late, then the meeting would proceed and control of his company would go to someone else. Cliff knew he could get it back, but he wanted to save himself the trouble.

Final boarding call for flight 106 to Dallas.

Cliff picked up his pace. This was one flight he did not want to miss.

Karen had just finished moving the last of her things into Southfork that morning, and could not stop smiling. It felt so good to be finally home. It made Karen even smile more when thinking of that word: home. Southfork was home to her now, and would be for the rest of her life. Christopher was standing right beside her, the two of them walking hand in hand. She loved him so much. She couldn't believe what a fool she was to let the whole fiasco with Carla and Eric stand in the way of being with him. Karen turned to Christopher.

"So, how does it feel to be the head of a multibillion dollar corporation, all before the age of 30?" She was so proud of Christopher for taking over the reigns of West Star.

"Overwhelming. I knew that running West Star would be a lot of work, but never THIS much." Christopher was shocked at the sheer amounts of paperwork that he had to look through, only days after taking the position. "At least Dad and Aunt Sue Ellen are there to back me up. Otherwise, West Star would go belly-up."

Karen ran her fingers through his hair and messed it all around. "Have faith in yourself, Prez. Before you know it, you'll have West Star making profits in the trillions." Karen was happy that Christopher was getting involved in the oil business. It was always something that had intrigued her, more so since marrying into an oil family. She had hopes that she would be of assistance to Christopher in his new position.

Both were startled by Pam tapping on both their shoulders from behind. Guests were starting to filter onto the Southfork lawn. Pam gave Karen a warm smile. "Karen, I'm so happy you're home. We all missed you." She gave her a big hug. Then she turned to Christopher. "And you! Your father told me about your big day at West Star. I'm very proud of you Christopher. I can't believe that you're grown up." A tear started to form in Pam's eye. "It seems like only yesterday that you wanted to be an astronaut or a cowboy."

"Probably because that wasn't that long ago Mom." Christopher gave a laugh. "Now don't get all sentimental. It's not like running oil companies is anything new for this family. I mean, look, half the family has. You, Dad, Uncle J.R., Grandpa Jock, Uncle Cliff, Aunt Sue Ellen, even Aunt Donna."

"I suppose you're right." Pam smiled. "Well, I have to make sure that all the caterers are getting everything ready. I promised Miss Ellie I would. I feel terrible about not being able to help plan this better, but the last few weeks have been crazy."

Christopher tried to be sensitive. "Dad told me about Paris. Mom, I'm there if you need me."

Karen piped in, "Me too."

Pam just smiled and embraced both of them. "You two are the best. I love you."

J.R. stepped out of his car and looked up at the huge glass building that housed the Clifford Group. Moments later, he was inside and the elevator was slowly moving up to the seventh floor. The elevator came to a screeching halt and J.R. frowned.

"What the hell."

He began to push buttons but nothing happened. The door suddenly jolted open and J.R. stepped out. "Damned piece of junk."

J.R. took the stairs up to the next floor, cursing technology, and began to look around for the Clifford Group area. He soon recognized the logo that he had seen at the research center in Hawaii and pushed open the door. J.R. was soon face to face with a woman sitting behind a desk. Paying special attention to her legs, J.R. began to question her.

"Excuse me Ma'am, but is this the Clifford Group Suite?"

"Yes it is. How may I help you?"

"Well, I'm here for a meeting at 10."

"What's your name?"

"J.R. Ewing."

The woman flipped through a folder and pulled out a piece of paper. "I'm sorry Mr. Ewing, but your name is not on the list of attendees. I can't let you in."

"What? Of course you can let me in. I was a close and dear friend of Mr. Barnes. He would want me to be here for this."

"I am sorry. The actual will reading was several months ago. This is a special meeting."

"All the more reason for me to go in," said J.R.

"Hello J.R."

J.R. reeled around to see Sue Ellen standing behind him. "Sue Ellen."

"Don't tell me you were invited."

"No, actually I think my invitation must have been lost in the mail," said J.R. with a sarcastic tone.

"That's too bad," smiled Sue Ellen. "I'll see you after the meeting. I know you're just dying to know what went on, so I'll be sure to not let you know after it's over."

"Sue Ellen!" said J.R. as she went into the conference room, but the door slammed in his face.

Sue Ellen entered the room and was greeted by a man sitting at the end of a large table. "Hello Mrs. Ewing," said the man. "You're the first to arrive. My name is John Ward."

"Hello Mr. Ward. Please, what is this all about?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you until 10 a.m."

Sue Ellen glanced at the clock and made note of the time. 9:48. She knew that the next twelve minutes would be long.

At around 9:59, Ward looked at his watch. "Mrs. Ewing, we'll start now. The other four women must not be coming."

"Four? Who?"

"Lucy Ewing, Pamela Barnes Ewing, Afton Cooper, and Pamela Rebecca Cooper."

"Oh," said Sue Ellen, all the more perplexed. "Now tell me, what am I here for?"

"Mrs. Ewing…"

"Please, call me Sue Ellen."

"Sue Ellen, this company—the Clifford Group—was owned secretly by Cliff Barnes. I believe you know him."

Sue Ellen gasped. "Cliff owned this company? Why secretly?"

"Those reasons aren't important right now. What is important are the terms of Cliff's will."

J.R. listened outside the door. The secretary, after thinking he had left, had gone to run an errand.

"And those terms are?"

"Mr. Barnes laid out special terms for his wife, sister, daughter, and Lucy. If they fulfilled those terms, they could claim a percentage of the company, however, none are present at the moment."

"And they can't claim it. I see Mr. Ward, but how does this involve me?"

"Well Sue Ellen, I have a letter from Mr. Barnes addressed to you."

John Ward opened up his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope, which had Sue Ellen's name on it. She took the envelope from him and opened it, suffering a paper cut in the process.

Dear Sue Ellen,

I doubt that you know this, but you were always a very special person to me. You could make me laugh when I was down and always knew just what to say to make me feel good. I know things didn't turn out the way I wanted them to with our relationship, there were just too many things standing in the way, J.R. for one. Now to my point. As you know by now, neither Pam, Afton, Lucy, or Pamela Rebecca claimed their percentages in the company. You are the only other person who was as close to me as they were. I want to give you full control of the Clifford Group, my company. You may serve as CEO and take my 51% of the stock. I know that you are capable of successfully running a company, you proved that with Ewing Oil. Please accept this gift from me, as a token of the special relationship that you and I once had.

Love,
Cliff

Sue Ellen folded the letter back up, with a look of awe on her face. "I'm sorry Mr. Ward, this is just a lot for me to deal with. I wasn't expecting this."

"I know," said John. "There was a chance that you might never have seen that letter or known about Cliff's special condition for you in his will, but the odds were in your favor I guess, because none of the other women came to claim it."

"I don't know what to say…what to do."

"Cliff wanted you to have it, you know that by the letter."

"I don't want to make a decision right now, not when I'm emotionally swayed by that letter. I need some time."

"That's completely understandable. I look forward to hearing from you again Sue Ellen. Just let me know soon."

"I will," said Sue Ellen, standing up. She managed to hold herself together until she left the room, but she began to cry afterwards. Cliff had been a wonderful friend to her.

J.R. spoke up. "Well? What the hell was that about?"

Sue Ellen looked at J.R. and her sadness turned to pure anger. "J.R., you just go straight to hell. All you ever worry about is money and oil. You don't have a shred of decency in your body! And some day, I just hope to God that you become half the man that Cliff Barnes was." Sue Ellen walked briskly to the elevator, leaving a very surprised J.R. standing there.

Ellie flipped over the paper on her clipboard and looked at the long list of things she had to do before the barbecue would begin that afternoon. "Sometimes I wonder why I bother with these barbecues!" she said.

"You know perfectly well why you bother with these barbecues Momma." Ellie turned to see Gary standing behind her. "It's because you love having your friends and family around you."

"You know me all too well Gary," said Ellie. "I've missed too many barbecues and this one is going to be the biggest yet. I've got a lot to make up for." Ellie thought back to the last barbecue that she had been too.

"It looks like we're almost ready to begin."

"Oh, it'll be a while before we're ready. I've got a lot to do!"

"Well, I know one thing," said Gary.

"Oh? What's that?"

"I'm going to be the first person in line for some of that famous barbecue. It smells wonderful!"

Ellie laughed with her son. "Gary, I'm glad you and Val decided to come back with us."

"Me too."

"Hey Grandma!"

"Good morning John Ross. You slept awfully late. I remember when you were the first one up on barbecue day, running around trying to help the caterers."

John Ross blushed as he always did when his grandmother reminded him of things he did as a kid. "I was extra tired this morning. Hey Uncle Gary, I didn't know you'd be here."

"Hi John Ross, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Is Pamela Rebecca going to be back in time?" said Ellie.

"I dunno," came John Ross' reply. "She left without saying exactly when she'd be back, but I don't think she'll make it back today."

"That's too bad."

"Grandma, there's something you should know. I don't love Pamela Rebecca."

"What?"

"I haven't loved her in a long time. I don't even know why I've stayed with her this long. I should have left her after I found out Megan wasn't mine. I love somebody else now. Her name is Melissa."

"John Ross, I had no idea you two were having problems."

"As soon as she comes back, I'm going to tell her it's over and make her leave Southfork."

"John Ross, I trust your judgement. You'll do whatever you think is best and I respect that."

"Thanks Grandma. I'm glad to know I have your support."

"You can always count on me for support."

Cliff knew he was too late by the time he reached the Clifford Group building. He told the limo driver to take him to Southfork, where he was sure to find Sue Ellen.

"What is this?" Pam looked at the package in her lap and then to the gift giver as she laid her glass of mineral water on the table beside her. She had been very surprised to see him at Southfork.

"I wanted you to have this back. So that in a way, Alexander will live on in the sense that his new brother or sister will have things that belonged to him." Mark Graison gestured to the package. "Will you please open it?"

Curious, Pam opened the box and found a handmade baby shawl, an ornate lace christening gown, a silver cup and a silver rattle.

"When you had found out that you were pregnant with him, you made the shawl he was wrapped to come home in. The Christening gown was when you thought he was going to be a girl and the cup and rattle are engraved with 'To my little one.' "

Pam smiled as she remembered. "To my little one, Momma will love you always and forever, as long as I'm living. My baby you'll be."

Mark looked away. "You do remember it all now don't you?"

Pam nodded. "I do. But I don't have any photos of him."

Mark handed over the album he had. "This is for you." He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. "Pam, you take care and you enjoy this time. After all that you've been put through. You deserve every happiness."

Pam smiled. "Thank you Mark."

He rested his hand on her just starting to show stomach. "If only things had gone how we intended."

Pam shook her head. "Don't deal in what ifs. I've learnt THAT lesson from Katherine." For the first time, she saw who was waiting for Mark in his car. "Besides, from the looks of who I think that is waiting for you, your future may be very bright Mr. Graison."

He shook his head. "She's going with me to the Polo Match."

Pam blinked. "Ryanne may be just what you need." As she watched Mark leave, she felt Bobby's hands slide around her as he nuzzled the side of her face. "Soon, I won't be able to do that."

Pam serenely smiled. "Keep this up and we'll soon be seeing who'll be sleeping in the GUEST room."

Bobby turned her around. "You look like an angel."

Pam shook her head. "Nope, isn't going to work. Can't compliment a girl and hope that gets you back into bed. Didn't work on me before and is not going to now."

Bobby gently touched her lips with a finger. "Oh, I wouldn't say THAT, it seemed to work really rather well last night."

Pam flounced away with a grin. "You're hallucinating, Bobby."

He hugged her. "I'm so glad to see you like this."

She nodded. "Well, as long as I keep believing all's well. It will be."

Meanwhile, another person had heard about the barbecue and had made plans to attend. She had a few unspoken words for one of the Ewings. In her penthouse, high above the streets of Dallas, Mandy Winger brushed her hair in front of her mirror. She had gotten the job just by chance. The last ten years of working as a reporter and newscaster were finally paying off. She had enjoyed that work, but the pay wasn't good enough for her. One day a few weeks ago while in the studio, she had heard that the soon to be star of Dallas Dish was being replaced. Excited, Mandy had gone for an audition. Roy Ralston, the executive producer, had seen her many times on the news and had liked her work, hiring her immediately.

Mandy pulled out a small picture of J.R. she had kept close to her for almost twelve years and looked at it. She put the photo back in her purse and glanced back to her reflection in the mirror. Time had treated her very well, or at least she thought so. Hopefully J.R. would think so too. She put on the cowboy hat that she had bought for the occasion and fastened in two earrings.

"J.R., here I come. I just hope you're ready this time."

Afton hadn't planned to attend the barbecue, but she had been invited. After losing her show and almost losing her sanity, a barbecue might do her some good. "Damn that Roy Ralston. How dare he give my show away to that Mandy Winger tramp."

Afton was unaware of the black limo that was creeping slowly by outside. Inside, Cliff was watching her through the window. It then sped up and drove off.

Yes, she would definitely go to the barbecue. It was just what she needed.

Lucy was in a bad mood as she thought back to the last Ewing barbecue…

Lucy walked with a drink in her hand, surveying the crowd for familiar faces, when a tap on her shoulder startled her. She reeled around.

"Mitch!" she gasped, "you scared me to death!"

"Nice to see you too," he replied.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, but that's not what I came here for." Mitch motioned to someone standing by the pool and the man came towards them.

"What is this?" said Lucy perplexed.

"You are being served with divorce papers Mrs. Cooper," said the man, obviously Mitch's lawyer.

"Mitch stood silently as Lucy opened the envelope, an expression or shock appearing on her face. "Oh my God. Mitch..I..I."

"I want a divorce Lucy, those are the papers. There's no use in prolonging this farce marriage of ours, it's just not worth it."

"Mitch, we can work things out..."

"No Lucy, it's past that point."

Lucy turned to walk away, but at the last second, turned toward Mitch, and doused him with her drink. "You pig."

She left out a little laugh and felt a little better upon remembering how she had given Mitch a well deserved shower that day. Her thoughts then drifted to that fateful moment almost a year ago…

"Hi Lucy, how are you doing today?"

"I'm fine Cliff." Lucy said staring out across the field.

"Is something wrong, you seem a little preoccupied?"

"It's Mitch. He filed for a divorce. Our marriage is as good as over."

"Well, all this drinking isn't gonna do much for you either." Cliff said.

"Well maybe you should join me, from what I've heard you aren't having much good fortune either." Lucy said slowly.

Cliff didn't say anything, then he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around, "What have you heard?"

"Oww, Cliff, stop being so forceful, come inside and I'll tell you."

Lucy got up and staggered into the house, and a minute later Cliff followed her.

Once again, Lucy was sad because now Cliff was dead and she'd never see him again. She just hoped this year's barbecue would be better, though somehow she knew it would turn out just like all the rest for her.

For Donna Dowling, barbecue day was also election day. Today was the day of the primary. Dave had gotten Donna into the election at almost the last minute. She just hoped it wasn't too late. Chances were that her campaign might not be strong enough to get her through the primaries, but she was hopeful at any rate.

"Well, how did you sleep last night?"

"Hi Ray. Wonderful. It's so good to be back into familiar surroundings. I love this ranch."

"And it's all ours. You know Donna, we have two kids who need to know that we're getting married. I think now is a good time to tell them."

"You're right. Go get them."

Ray disappeared and a few minutes later, returned with Margaret and Lucas.

"What is it Mom?" said Margaret. "What's wrong?"

Donna smiled. "Nothing is wrong honey. As a matter of fact, things have never been better."

"Margaret, your mom and I have something to tell both of you."

"What?" said Lucas apprehensively.

Donna and Ray looked at each other and it was Donna who spoke up. "Margaret, Lucas—Your father and I are going to get married."

"Oh wow! That's great!" said Margaret, who had liked Ray ever since she had met him.

"I'm glad you're excited Maggie," said Ray.

Lucas stood up. "No way! I can't believe you guys would do this to me. I hate you Donna! I wish you and Margaret would both just leave me and Dad the hell alone!" He ran upstairs and they listened as his door slammed.

"Donna, I'm sorry," said Ray. "I had no idea he'd take it that bad. I thought things were better with him now."

"Obviously not," said Donna.

"Let me go talk to him."

"No Ray," said Donna. "I think it's probably best if you leave him alone right now, or else he'll just resent me more, thinking that I sent you up to try and change his mind."

Margaret tried to change the subject. "You know, if we don't leave soon, we're going to be late for the barbecue."

"You know Maggie, you're right. I'll ask Lucas if he wants to go while you two get ready."

John Ross too was thinking back to last year's barbecue and all that had happened…

"John Ross, where have you been?"

"The appointment took a little longer than I expected."

"John Ross, you're 2 hours late. What have you been doing?"

"Nothing, we just left the doctor's office." John Ross noticed Karen staring at him strangely. At the same time, Pamela walked up beside John Ross. Karen continued to stare, a look of contempt spreading across her face. Her eyes moved from John Ross' collar to Pamela's lips.

"You lying bastard!" screamed Karen, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Karen? What's wrong?" asked John Ross in a bewildered tone.

Karen stepped closer to John Ross, slapping him.

"Now you just wait a minute here," said Pamela, trying to suppress a smile, "you have no right to do that."

"The hell I don't you tramp. You've managed to sink your claws into John Ross one too many times an I'm fed up with it! This is the LAST time!" screamed Karen, lunging for Pamela.

John Ross stood in awe, confused about what was happening.

Karen hit Pamela in the jaw, knocking one of her earrings loose; it made a clanging sound as if bounced on the concrete and into the pool. The rest of the crowd at the barbecue came to a silent halt as they watched the two girls fight. Afton ran over to where they were and attempted to pull Pamela away from Karen, but Karen was too persistent. Sue Ellen grabbed Karen and managed to keep her away from Pamela.

"Come over here Karen," said Sue Ellen motioning to the house, "we need to talk."

What a fight that had been. "Well it won't happen this year because Pamela Rebecca is miles away." He smiled as he took out his cellphone, dialing Melissa.

It was all Pam could do to stop from running to Bobby with the good news she had just discovered. "Bobby! Dr. Bader was on the phone."

"Really? What did she want?"

Pam beamed. "Bobby, there is NO way our child could have neurofibromatosis. It looks as if what Katherine said was a lie. I am not really Digger's daughter."

"Pam, that's the best news I've heard in a long time! See, I told you everything would be just fine if we just looked at this through rose-colored glasses. Our little boy is going to be perfectly healthy."

"Girl."

"Boy."

"GIRL," said Pam teasingly.

"Think what you want Bobby, but this little baby is going to be a girl."

"Fine then. We'll just have to wait two more months and see won't we?"

"Actually, we could find out sooner."

"No way. I don't want to know that he's a boy until he's born. It would spoil your surprise."

"You're the one who's going to be surprised Bobby Ewing. When your little boy turns out to be my little girl."

"My money goes on a little boy too," said Christopher from out of nowhere. "Glad to hear the good news Mom and Dad."

"Congratulations Pam," said Karen. "And just for the record, my bet is on a little girl."

Across the ranch, Todd was strolling around the barbecue, people watching. He had the temptation to light up a cigarette, but felt that Miss Ellie probably wouldn't be too happy about that, so he decided to indulge himself in a little wine instead. He was pleased to see Lucy bouncing towards him. She was followed by three people. Todd immediately recognized one of them.

"Hey Todd!" Lucy jubilantly said. "How are you? I haven't seen you in a while."

"No, Lucy, it has been too long. I'm fine. What about you?" He was dying for her to make the introduction to the man standing behind her.

"Well, y'know, the same. My boyfriend's dead, his bitch wife just showed up. Same old, same old."

"Lucy!" the woman behind Lucy said in a chastising manner.

"Oops. Todd, this is my mother and my father, Gary and Val. They live in California. And this is my cousin Jack." Todd shook hands with all three of them. Lucy suddenly just realized something. "Oh my God, Jack! Todd is April's son, did you know that?"

Jack's jaw dropped. Todd said, "Yeah, my reaction too. Nice to meet you. I guess you were my step-father at one point."

"You mean April had a kid when we were married?" Jack was in total shock.

"Well, before you were married, but yes. Listen, I never met her. I just came to town." Todd was used to meeting people that he used to be related to.

Before the conversation could continue any further, Abby strolled up and grabbed Jack's arm. "Come over here Honey," she said, "I need to talk with you now." Todd liked her. She had a refreshingly bitchy quality to her. Lucy just looked at her with disgust.

"Does the term interruption mean anything to you Abby?" Lucy asked.

"Put a sock in it midget," Abby said as she led Jack away.

"I could kill that woman sometimes," Val muttered.

The guests had begun to steadily stream in like ants coming from a disturbed hill. J.R. had found his way back to Southfork where he intended to find out what was bothering Sue Ellen, though it was just a cover-up for his real motive. He knew what had gone on in that meeting. The more concerned he could act, the greater the chance she'd sell him her shares of the Clifford Group.

"Well, if it isn't dear old Dad."

J.R. froze and almost spit out his drink as he turned around. "Oh Gawd. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Aww, what's wrong Pops? Not happy to see your oldest son?"

James Beaumont smiled. J.R. rolled his eyes. "Oh, of course I am James. Just surprised me is all. Hello Debra Lynn. And is this little Jimmy?"

"Yep, he's not so little anymore is he?"

J.R. kneeled down. "How's my grandson doing?"

"Hi Grandpa J.R.," said the now ten-year old Jimmy.

"Grandpa J.R.," repeated James, letting out a loud laugh.

"Yeah yeah," said J.R. "So, how'd you know about the barbecue?"

"Miss Ellie called and invited us. She said she wanted the whole family here so naturally, Debra Lynn and I couldn't resist visiting our rich Dallas relatives."

"Well it's a damned shame you didn't come earlier James. Michelle was here in town and she left a few days ago."

The look on James' face changed. "She was? What was she doing here?"

"Remind me to tell you later. It's a real doozie."

"Okay James, enough talk about ex-wives," said Debra Lynn uneasily.

"So, Dad. I see a lot of new faces around here, aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Oh yeah, where are my manners," came J.R.'s sarcastic reply. It was then that Sue Ellen walked up to the group.

"Hello J.R.," she said.

"Hi Sue Ellen. I'd like you to meet my son, James Beaumont, his wife Debra Lynn and their son Jimmy."

Sue Ellen's expression changed. "Well, I've heard a lot about you James. I'm glad I finally got the chance to meet you."

"So am I," replied James.

"Now where's some of that good barbecue I smell?" said Debra Lynn.

"Right this way," said J.R.

Karen walked past John Ross and Melissa, who were standing off to themselves talking.

"She looks like she's in a hurry," said Melissa.

"Probably so. Melissa, I want you to go away with me."

"What? Now?"

"Yes, this afternoon."

"I don't know what to say. I didn't think our relationship had progressed that far—and there's still Pamela Rebecca to consider."

"As far as I'm concerned, she's out of my life for good."

Melissa smiled, wanting to tell John Ross that she was responsible for that blessing, but she bit her tongue instead. "Then I'd like nothing better than to 'go away' with you. But where?"

"Have either of you guys seen Karen?" said Christopher, interrupting.

"Hi Christopher," said John Ross. "She walked by about five minutes ago, but I haven't seen her since. Oh! I want you to meet a special friend of mine, Melissa McSween."

Christopher looked at John Ross with amusement, "Friend? Where's Pamela Rebecca? Oh, sorry Melissa, where are my manners. It's a pleasure to meet you."

John Ross rolled his eyes at his cousin. "Pamela Rebecca won't be coming back to Southfork. That's all over."

"What? John Ross, do you know what that means? She'll take my daughter off somewhere where I won't get to see her but once every blue moon!"

"Sorry, it's not my problem anymore Christopher. That stopped being my problem when I found out that you were the father and not me. I loved that little girl with all my heart, but you ripped her away from me."

"I don't want to talk about this now John Ross, goodbye. Nice meeting you Melissa." Christopher left without waiting for a response.

"Anyway, back to our talk. I don't know where I want to go Melissa, but let's take the Ewing Jet and fly away somewhere. Somewhere far away."

"But what about Ewing Oil? I can get a leave of absence from the PD, but what about you?"

"I have just the solution. She's standing right over there. Lucy!"

Lucy turned and walked over to John Ross. "Yeah? What's up?"

John Ross smiled. "I need you to do me a big favor."

Lucy frowned upon remembering previous favors she had done for him. "Uh Sure, what is it?"

"Lucy, I know how much you hate my Dad."

"John Ross, I'm not going to sugar-coat this…but you're damned right."

"I also know how important Ewing Oil is to you now. I can tell you've got what it takes. I'm going out of town for an extended vacation and I want you to control my shares of the company, temporarily. You can do anything you want with them but sell them. I know there's no need to make out a contract or agreement, because I trust you."

"John Ross, I'm flattered. You really mean it?"

"Of course I do. I have faith in you Lucy—a lot of faith."

"Gee, thanks kiddo. Glad somebody does. Your dad sure doesn't."

"So it's all settled?"

"You bet. I can already see the look on dear Uncle J.R.'s face right now." Lucy let out a laugh and toasted John Ross with her glass. "To a bright future for Ewing Oil, and the both of us."

"I can toast to that," was John Ross' reply.

Meanwhile…

"Sue Ellen…"

"What is it J.R."

"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you earlier, but I was just curious."

"You know damned well what was going on J.R. You knew all about Cliff's letter to me in the will and don't you dare deny it or so help me you'll be taking an early dip in the pool."

"Ok, you're right. I knew about it, but I wasn't going to try anything."

"I wasn't born yesterday J.R.! You thought it you could cozy up to me that I'd sell you my part of the Clifford Group, but that's where you're wrong. I have no intention of doing that."

"You've got me all wrong Sue Ellen. You know I'm a changed man."

"J.R., remember that promise I made to you one dark and stormy night last October?"

"No, can't say that I do."

"I'll refresh your memory…"

"Oh bullshit!" said Karen, walking up to the rest of them. "If you want to know the truth, I'll give you the truth. I've waited a long time for this. First of all, J.R. schemed with my father to break up the wedding, as I'm sure some of you already know. But there's something else that none of you know. J.R. was responsible for John Ross' wreck. J.R., it's all your fault that John Ross was in a coma in the first place!"

The hallway grew silent and all eyes fell upon J.R. It was John Ross who spoke up. "That's ridiculous."

"Nope, it's the truth. J.R. had my brakes sabotaged but you were the one who got in the car."

"J.R., is this true?" asked Bobby.

J.R. grew silent.

"Oh my God, it is true," said Sue Ellen in an appalled tone.

"Dad, tell me now…and please tell me the truth," said John Ross, "is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. I never meant for you to be hurt John Ross, you have to believe me," said J.R.

"It doesn't matter dad. I was hurt and that's ok, but Karen could have been hurt and I don't think I can ever forgive you for that." John Ross ran into his room with tears in his eyes. Everyone heard the door slam moments later.

"J.R.," said Sue Ellen, "I don't even know what to say. Of all the things you have EVER done, this has to be the lowest."

"Sue Ellen, please understand. I never meant for Karen to be hurt. I told the mechanic to make sure she was late…I didn't want anything like this to happen. The mechanic is the one to be blamed."

"Oh J.R., don't give me that. This is one time that you're not going to lay the blame on anyone else. You're going to pay for every single month John Ross was in a coma. I'm going to hit you where you'll hurt the most. I'm going to get Abby's shares of Ewing Oil and use them to make your life a living hell. Goodnight J.R.," said Sue Ellen, storming off.

"I haven't forgotten that J.R. You may have thought I had mellowed out. You may have thought that I had forgotten about it. You may have even thought that I loved you or maybe even cared for you, but if you thought any of that, then you were damned wrong. I won't give up until you've been squashed like a bug—until you hurt. Then when you scream and beg for mercy, I'll make you hurt even more. You almost took our son's life and for that, I can never forgive you."

Sue Ellen turned and took a glass of wine off the nearest serving tray.

"Back to the bottle again Sue Ellen?" said J.R.

Sue Ellen let out a little laugh. "No J.R. This one is for you. I figure you'll need it by the time I'm through with you."

She turned and walked off.

"My goodness J.R. You sure do have a way with women."

"Why don't you keep out of this Lucy. This doesn't concern you. Go back to your little two-bit oil deal."

"Two-bit? Ha! If—no—when I pull it off, it'll be one of the biggest acquisitions that Ewing Oil has ever had. And now with my--"

"Why don't you go fight with Abby then. She's more your type. I may have a few words with her myself. After all, it's all her damned fault that you're at Ewing Oil in the first place."

J.R. walked off and Donna was soon standing beside Lucy. "Don't let him get to you Lucy. I know you'll do well at Ewing Oil."

"Thanks Donna. And thanks to John Ross, I have just a little more incentive. But on to other things, I wanted to congratulate you on your engagement! I know you and Ray have wanted this for a while. Glad it's finally gonna happen for you."

"So are we. I'll talk to you later Lucy, I see Mavis over there waving at me. She probably has something else up her sleeve for the campaign." Donna walked over to Mavis, who was beaming and Donna struggled to hear what she was saying over the band which has just started playing.

"Donna!" said Mavis. Dave was standing next to her. "Great news. The election results are in for the primary. YOU are going on to the general election in November!"

"Oh my God! That's GREAT!" said Donna. "I didn't think I had a chance. How'd Mary Anne Teasdale do?"

"She won the republican nomination, so you'll still be seeing her around. She's going to be a tough candidate to beat, but I think you can do it. I think you'll be Dallas' next mayor," said Dave Culver.

"And we have real cause to celebrate now," said Ellie, who had just walked up.

"Yes we do."

Mavis walked up onstage and took the microphone from one of the band members. "Attention everybody! Hey! Listen up. I just wanted to let everybody know that the future mayor of Dallas is standing right here in this crowd—Donna Dowling. She's just won the primary election and the democratic nomination and as her campaign manager, I'd like to thank all of her supporters out there. Let's hear it for Donna!"

A cheer came from the crowd as Mavis instructed the band to play a special tune for Donna. They began to play as Ray asked Donna for a dance and then took her out onto the dance floor.

Meanwhile, Mandy Winger strode through the crowd with confident stride. This was one moment she had been waiting for for years. The sun blinded her and she put her hand up to shield her eyes. It was then that someone tapped her on the shoulder and she froze.

"Well honey, care to give ole J.R. Ewing a quick dance?"

Mandy didn't turn around or say anything.

"What's the matter sugar? Cat got your tongue? Don't be shy now, what's your name?"

Mandy turned around and stood face to face with a very shocked J.R. "My name is Mandy Winger, but I think you already know that."

"Oh my Gawd," was all J.R. could say.

A few seconds after J.R. first laid eyes on Mandy, his son was also about to have a confrontation with a former lover.

John Ross stared in disbelief as she walked up to him. "Well, Hi John Ross. I'm back."

"I can see that," said John Ross as he continued to stare at Pamela Rebecca.

"Hello Pamela Rebecca," said Melissa, taking John Ross' hand.

"What do you think you're doing Melissa?"

"Tell her John Ross."

John Ross looked uncomfortable. "Pamela Rebecca, I don't love you anymore, in fact, I despise your very existence. I want you off of Southfork right now."

"What? You can't do that to me. This is my home!"

"Not anymore. There is no reason for you and I to continue this relationship. Megan isn't my daughter."

"If you think I'm leaving then you've got another thought coming!" said Pamela Rebecca.

"Pamela, let's not let this get ugly," said Melissa.

"You just stay the hell out of this!" said Pamela Rebecca, getting desperate.

Melissa smiled, glad that she had managed to upset Pamela Rebecca.

"Pamela Rebecca, please. Go," said John Ross.

John Ross made a motion with his hand and two security guards showed up behind him. "Come with us Miss Cooper," said one of them.

Pamela Rebecca was silent, contemplating her alternatives. "I'll leave on my own, but I'll be back. I'll be back to get my daughter. I'll also be back to get you John Ross—and you Melissa. You two haven't seen the last of me. You're both going to hurt-- maybe before this day is even over. I will be back."

Pamela Rebecca turned and left without saying anything else.

Karen was munching on a burger, talking with Clayton, Sue Ellen, and Phyllis as she saw Pamela Rebecca storming off towards the exit, visibly upset. She excused herself and ran after her. "Pamela Rebecca!" she shouted after her, "Wait up!."

Pamela Rebecca turned around in a frenzy. "What do you want?"

"What's wrong? You seemed like someone just murdered your best friend."

"Maybe that's because that bastard over there just kicked me off this ranch! I hate him. I HATE YOU!" she shouted off past Karen.

"What are you talking about? Did John Ross do something?"

"The scumbag threw me out for that slut detective. Well I've had it. I'm outta here."

"What about Megan? What are you going to do?"

"I'll come back for her later, with my lawyer. I am going to slap a lawsuit on this family so heavy that they'll be collecting cans to pay for meals."

Karen tried to be a voice of reason, but realized too late it probably was not the smartest thing. "Pamela Rebecca, you and John Ross are not married. You don't have claim to anything of his."

Pamela Rebecca's face cringed in even more anger. "Oh shut up you goody two-shoes bitch! I'm sick of you anyway. God, you're such a pill! I'm glad to be off this ranch. Here's hoping Christopher shacks up with some whore and you end up worse off than me." With that, Pamela Rebecca stormed off.

At about the same time, Bobby and James were talking, when Bobby spotted Todd walking a few feet away. "Todd!" he shouted, motioning for Todd to come over, which he did.

"Congratulations," Bobby said. "I heard that you won the case. Christopher told me all about how you handled your funding issue. I want to thank you for what you did for he and Karen. I won't forget it."

"Well, it was no biggie. You can repay me by just making sure that any potential deals that NorthStar gets, April Oil can be a part of."

The mentioning of April Oil, his ex-sister in law's and ex-wife's oil company, peaked James's curiosity, which was visible to Bobby. "Oh my Gosh," he said, "where are my manners. Todd Foster, I'd like you to meet my nephew, James Beaumont. He's J.R.'s son."

Todd shook his hand. James asked, "Excuse me, do you work for April Oil? Do you know Michelle Stevens? She's the president. She's my ex-wife."

Todd was familiar with James. "Yeah, actually I do. She's my aunt. I'm April's child. So I guess you were my uncle once. Weird huh? Oh yeah, by the way, she's not president anymore. I am." James looked confused and shocked. Bobby excused himself to talk to Gary and Val, whom he saw walk by. With Bobby gone, Todd added, "She's a real bitch too, don't you think?"

"Actually, yeah," James said with a laugh. He found Todd's honesty refreshing. He recalled the time Michelle threw his lady friend DeeDee in the Southfork pool. "So you took her company away from her? Good. Has she still got that haircut?"

"You mean the lightbulb thing? Obviously she hasn't seen a hairdresser since 1989."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she got it all back though. She's crafty that way."

Todd didn't really hear what James had just said, for he saw and extremely sexy brunette pushing her way through the barbecue crowd. Todd told James that it was nice to meet him and excused himself, heading towards the brunette.

A few feet away, J.R. got over his initial shock at seeing Mandy. "Mandy, what the hell are you doing at Southfork?"

"J.R., please don't tell me you're not happy to see me."

"It's not that, not that at all, but I just didn't expect it, that's all. What brings you back? Why now? After all these years?"

"Curiosity?"

"I know better than that Mandy. You and I had something special for a long time."

"But that was a long time ago. Seriously J.R., I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by."

"Come over here and have a seat in the shade." J.R. led Mandy over to an arbor that was covered in vines. "What've you been doing with your life since we last parted?"

"I've been working over in Houston as a newscaster and reporter."

J.R. let out a little laugh. "Former Valentine Girl turns newscaster, story at 10."

Mandy smiled a little. "Still have your sense of humor I see. Where is Sue Ellen these days?" J.R. could detect a slight bitter tone in Mandy's voice.

"She lived in England for several years. Married an English guy and moved over to that god-forsaken little country with my son, but she came back in '96 for my funeral."

"WHAT?"

J.R. laughed even louder. "Let's just say they all thought I was dead. They've lived here since. Sue Ellen divorced a couple of years later. She lives here at Southfork now."

"So she still lives here. Some things just never change do they J.R.?"

"No, I guess not."

A band began to play a Texas swing tune and various couples began to dance out on the dance floor as J.R. shot a glance up to the ominous clouds that were forming in the sky. "Looks like we might be in for a little rain," said Mandy.

Afton trod across the grass until she stood before Mandy and J.R. "Well, if it isn't Miss Winger. First she steals my show and now…"

"Afton, get a life," said J.R. "You and I haven't been together since the cruise last September."

"Afton," said Mandy, "I didn't steal your show. You gave it up by not coming in to work for almost a month. Maybe you could star in one of the episodes… "Scorned Former Talk Show Hostesses Who Never Made It To The First Taping And Who Now Want Revenge."

"Cute," said Afton, obviously not impressed. "I will be seeing you later I'm sure. Our paths are bound to cross as long as you're in Dallas." She turned and left the two sitting there, with the sky growing angrier and angrier.

"Mandy, if you'll excuse me for a minute.."

"No problem J.R."

J.R. kissed Mandy and walked away, leaving Mandy very bewildered.

The sound of thunder seemed to roll across the sky as another one of the guests began to plot.

Jessica Montford had followed Ellie and Clayton back to the United States and had lain low since then. It was today that she would strike. Disguised in a large brimmed cowboy hat, Jessica broke a pill and slipped it into the drink that she had poured. She put it, and an identical glass, on a tray and carried it over to one of the caterers. Earlier, she had seen Ellie giving a warm goodbye to Mavis. She decided that this was the perfect time to strike. She handed the tray to the caterer, who obviously spoke very little English.

"Hello. Can you do me a favor?" She spoke slowly, as to make sure the waiter understood everything that she said. "Can you bring this to Mrs. Ewing?" She pointed at Miss Ellie, who was happily talking to Clayton. "Make sure that she drinks this glass," she pointed at the more full glass, "and THIS glass only! Tell her it is a gift from Mavis, for such a great barbecue. Got that?" The waiter looked uninterested, until Jessica flashed him a one hundred dollar bill. "Do everything I say correctly, and it's yours." Thunder popped again, but it was still far away.

The waiter agreed, and repeated to Jessica all the instructions that she had given him.

Before leaving with the tray, she added on, "Oh, and make sure Mr. Farlow is there when she drinks this."

"Tell me again why we're here?" Jack Ewing questioned his beautiful blonde wife, Abby Fairgate Ewing. They were standing off in a corner, watching other guests chatting away with great familiarity in small groups around the pool.

"Why, honey, this is your family, we DESERVE to be here," Abby said, smiling at her nervous husband and squeezing his hand.

"I don't trust any of the Southfork Ewings as far as I can throw 'em. What do you say to sneaking out of here and sightseeing back in Dallas." He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Did you ever 'do it' on the grassy knoll?"

Abby rolled her eyes. "Jack, that's morbid!" Noticing her husband's frown, Abby put on her seductive voice, "Just let me mingle with a few people here - you know, see and be seen - then we can leave early. Maybe sneak into the Dallas Cowboys stadium?" she added in a purr.

"Playing the 'field' again, Abby?" Valene Ewing asked with a chuckle as she approached the couple and overhears the last remark.

Abby threw her best fake smile. "Val, you missed your true calling: you should have been a comedy writer. But since your novels read like comic books, maybe you're using your true gifts after all."

Val smiled as she ignored Abby's crack. "I thought maybe you both would like to meet some of the guests. I know how uncomfortable it can be feeling like an outsider here."

"That would be great," Jack said with relief as the tension between the two blonde Ewing women eased.

"You go on, honey," Abby said quickly as she spotted J.R. approaching them. "I'll get us some drinks and catch up to you."

Jack and Val turned to go, but not soon enough to avoid J.R. "Well, who do we have here?" He grinned, "Cousin Jethro and Elly Mae. Val, if you're heading over to the buffet table, can you take my order? You always were such a talented waitress."

"I'd love to, J.R. What is it that I associate with you again? Ham? Turkey? Oh, I remember now: snake!"

J.R. chuckled, then turned to his frowning cousin. "Not a peep out of you, Jack? Even after your owner's let you out of the box? I caught your press conference on the news the other night. You've gotta fill me in: who was pulling your strings? I haven't seen as good a dummy act since Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy."

Jack moved toward J.R., but Val grabbed his arm, and pulled him back. "C'mon, Jack," she said. "I want to introduce you to a few people. You'd never know it, but there are people with some real class here."

As Val and Jack headed off into the crowd, J.R. laughed heartily. He turned to Abby, who smiled at him.

"Charming as ever, J.R."

"Darlin', I'll never understand how, after sleeping with me, you could settle for first marrying the family drunk, then the country bumpkin." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, whispering with sincerity, "I didn't get a chance to tell you last night, but you get more lovely every year."

"Thank you," Abby said, somewhat surprised.

J.R. frowned. "Now get the hell out of my company! I thought we had an agreement years ago. You and I were allies, as long as you kept my daydreamin' brother Gary away from Dallas for good. You've failed miserably. Not only is he back in the family fold, but he managed to father twins with that trash novelist wife of his – while he was with YOU, yet! The last thing I needed was more Ewing offspring from Gary's alcohol-soaked genes. What I'm going through now with that eldest kid of his is bad enough. You better have a plan to correct your mistake. A good plan, or I'll escort you to the Southfork gate this minute and fix it so that you and cousin Goober never come near my family again."

"Why don't you settle down, J.R. The humidity is making you rant. Lucy Ewing is exactly the reason I'm here today. Barbecue is not my idea of a good meal. You and I both want the same thing: that pip-squeaked amateur out of Ewing Oil."

"So far, so good," J.R. grinned.

"I happened to take a look at the quarterly Ewing Oil financial report," Abby continues. "It seems a large sum of money has been taken out of the operation budget at the same time the development budget has seen a - not quite so large - increase."

"Is that a fact," J.R. said calmly.

"Since the new amount in development just barely covers the upcoming purchase of the Wilson fields, I wonder where the rest of Ewing Oil's money went. It seems you've gone shopping, J.R."

"Maybe so."

Abby batted her eyes at him playfully, "And you didn't take me? I love shopping! My guess is that you purchased the high-yield April Oil fields, for yourself of course, and are banking on their revenue to buy something else. You'll replace the missing money back into Ewing Oil next quarter, and pocket all of the remaining profits from the deal yourself."

"Now, that IS quite a tall tale."

"I don't appreciate losing Ewing Oil revenue in the next few quarters, J.R. I plan on doing a little shopping myself soon, and need all the immediate profit I can get. It's time to cut a deal."

"And your offer?" J.R. asked, amused.

"My silence about your book juggling for 25% of your profits from the April Oil fields."

J.R. laughed, "Abby, much as I would love to get back in bed with you, in every sense, why would I give you 25% of something that you'd only get 7½% of if it was put back into Ewing Oil right now?"

"Because not only will I stay out of your hair at Ewing Oil, I'll guarantee Lucy is out of the way there as well - permanently."

"And how will you manage that?"

Abby's blue eyes twinkled, "Let's just say all the years I was married to Gary, I've been itching to play Wicked Stepmother to that pampered poor man's Shirley Temple. I have several things up my sleeve for her."

J.R. felt his blood rush with excitement just standing next to his gorgeous former conspirator. "Defrost that poisoned apple, Abby, you've got yourself a deal." He leaned into her lustfully, "Now, why don't we move this upstairs and close it like we used to," he whispered.

Abby deftly slipped out from under him as he moves to embrace her. "Your bedroom? What a disappointing lack of imagination, J.R." She leaned into him and whispered, "Now if you had suggested the grassy knoll ..." Abby winked as she left. J.R. watched her head toward the bar with an appreciative smile.

At the same time, Christopher and Karen were enjoying a slow dance together on the dance floor that had been set up in the driveway. They could not take their eyes off each other. Ray and Donna were dancing just next to them, Donna beaming at the thought of Ray once again being her husband soon. Bobby was standing just to the side, beaming at what a fine man his son had become. Suddenly, through the crowd, Eric burst through, shouting.

"Why don't you see Karen? He's not right for you? I am!" Eric was obviously drunk, and crazed with anger.

Eric made a lunge for Karen, trying to grab her arm and pull her away from Christopher. Christopher tried to shield her from Eric, while pulled Eric back. Ray got Donna out of the way, while everyone else just stared and looked confused.

Christopher shouted at him. "Why don't you just leave! We want you out of your lives!"

Eric, in a drunken slur screamed, "But Karen, we had something!"

Karen's face grew red with panic. She definitely didn't want all of her dirty laundry to be aired right here in front of all the other. Bobby grabbed Eric harder.

"Eric, you'd better leave Southfork right now before things get violent."

Eric showed no signs of giving up, but just resisted more.

Lucy hadn't felt this good at a Ewing Barbecue in years. She was being treated differently now that she was involved in Ewing Oil. Instead of being the overlooked family member off in the corner ("That's little Lucy over there – her parents ran off years ago and Miss Ellie has had to raise her."), she was receiving congratulations left and right from the guests today. And she enjoyed proudly introducing her parents, Gary Ewing the successful California construction company owner and Valene Ewing the best-selling novelist, to all of the guests that used to throw her looks of pity or whisper snide comments when they thought she wasn't paying attention.

"Hello, Lucy. You're practically glowing today."

She turned around, having immediately recognized the familiar female voice of "Afton. You look ... the same. How unfortunate." Lucy wasn't about to let her biggest rival and one-time sister-in-law ruin her day. "What are you doing here? Isn't there some dark lounge in town where you should be performing your off-key songs?"

Afton smiled. "I'm here as a guest of my daughter, but I can't find her."

"Haven't seen her," Lucy sniffed. "Thanks for the warning, though. One more person I must try and avoid. She's probably hiding from you. I know that's what I'd do if I were her."

"Well, I'm sure I'll run into Pamela Rebecca shortly. I have no intention of abandoning her like Val did you."

"Careful, Afton. You don't know a thing about my mother."

"From what I understand, neither do you. Interesting how you only trot Val out here for public events, like your first wedding to Mitch and today. What do you entice her with - the free food? I know that's what your hillbilly grandmother's here for. I saw her stashing rolls away in her purse at the buffet table."

"At least my mother and her mother are able to be here. Why didn't you bring Arliss with you? They wouldn't undo her restraints and let her out on a weekend pass?" Lucy turned her back to Afton with a smile and took a step away.

Afton was furious, but maintained her cool demeanor – she had one last jibe to get in to make her day complete. "I spoke to Mitch yesterday," she called out after Lucy sweetly. Lucy paused, without turning back to Afton, who continued, "He said to say 'hello.' He's dating a lovely woman, Denise, who has two young children: a boy and a girl. Have a nice day."

Lucy continued on, fighting back a tear. She and her ex-husband had tried for years to conceive a child, without success. Afton smiled triumphantly at her disappearing prey, then turned and headed back into the crowd, not noticing a scowling Valene Ewing, who had heard the entire exchange.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked Lucy as she took a spot at the counter. Her good mood had completely turned sour thanks to Afton.

"Scotch on the rocks," she growled in reply. "Make it a double."

"NOT having a good time?" the blonde woman to Lucy's right inquired mockingly. "You mentioned on our way out here that you wanted to talk to me on your home turf. You couldn't be any more at home than here at the bar at Southfork."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lucy turned in anger to face Abby and her plastic smile.

"Like father, like daughter," Abby sighed, glancing at the drink the bartender slid toward Lucy.

Lucy moved closer to Abby, her eyes blazing. "I want you out of here. Out of my life. Out of Ewing Oil. Out of my parent's life. You hate my mother and play my father for a fool. I'm not going to stand for it one more second. Take cousin Jack, hop on your broomstick, and fly back to Alaska with him. Go accessorize an igloo. Excuse me," she finished, brushing Abby as she passed her.

"Not so fast!" Abby barked grabbing Lucy's arm, causing the younger woman to spill her drink.

"Hey!" Lucy called out, but Abby didn't let her go.

"Things aren't so black and white, young lady. You should realize that if you expect to have a career. I loved your father. Gary wouldn't be the success he is today if he hadn't been with me and had only stayed married to Valene. And, for the record, I don't hate your mother. Val is a sweet and kind person whom YOU'VE obviously learned nothing from. In fact, you seemed to have inherited the worst traits from both your parents."

Lucy squirmed, but Abby dug her nails deeper into her arm. "Let me go, you bitch!" Lucy snarled.

"Since you insist on being part of Ewing Oil, then you're going to have to learn the ropes ... from me," Abby said firmly. She suddenly let Lucy go, causing the shorter woman to stumble into nearby guests, knocking over a table and shattering glass.

Momentarily shocked, Lucy could only look up as Abby stood over her. "Why don't you get out now, Lucy, and save yourself and your family's company a lot of grief. Go volunteer for charity, take up pottery. Get out of Ewing Oil, and beg your plastic surgeon husband in Atlanta to take you back." She peered down and examined Lucy's face. "You could stand to have a little work done."

"You're going to need major work done!" Lucy shrieked as she got up, and lunged toward Abby who had backed away to the edge of the pool. With a loud cry and a louder splash, the two women fell in.

Abby was the first to surface, yelling "Where are you, you little brat?" Her blond locks dripping and her mascara running down her face.

Lucy came up for air, only to have Abby push her from behind and dunk her back underwater. "Get over to the shallow water, little princess!" Abby screamed derisively. "You're already in too deep!"

While the two fights continued to go on, a figure entered the Southfork barn, and rested in the hayloft. The figure pulled out a rifle and cocked it.

The waiter approached Miss Ellie and Clayton, and told her exactly what Jessica had instructed him to say: this was a present from Mavis for such a wonderful barbecue. Miss Ellie, assuming it was wine, thanked the waiter, and asked him to put the glasses down on the table next to her, while she finished her water.

Pam approached Miss Ellie and Clayton with a large smile on her face. Both were unaware of the simultaneous events that were occurring at the pool and on the dance floor, as they were far out of earshot. "Miss Ellie," Pam said warmly, "This is the best barbecue ever!."

"Thank you Pam." Miss Ellie gave her a warm hug. "The barbecues are never the same without you. I am so happy that you are back with us. We love you so much."

"We all feel that way," Clayton added.

Miss Ellie gave Pam another hug, and when leaving the embrace, bumped the table, accidentally spilling some of the contents out of the more full glass. Clayton was able to catch it before the whole thing tipped over, replacing it on the table.

"Pam, I know you're pregnant, but have just a sip of this champagne with me. It can't hurt to have a little, especially on a special occasion." Miss Ellie grabbed one of the glasses on the table, and handed it to Pam. She took the other. Clayton was already nursing a drink. "A toast to you. Welcome back to Southfork, where you belong." Pam gave a little giggle as they clinked their glasses together.

Meanwhile, across the crowd, Eric broke free of Bobby's grip and lunged at Christopher, punching him. Ray joined Todd and Bobby in trying to restrain Eric, with Donna standing right behind.

In the hayloft, the figure took position with the gun.

Cliff Barnes was about to make his grand entrance, though it was now a bit late to stop his company from going to someone else. He was facing the barn as a glint of light temporarily blinded him. It was as if the sun had reflected off of something metal. He shielded his eyes and looked into the loft of the barn. A figure crouched there.

"Oh my God." Cliff's vision was still good enough to let him know that whoever it was, had a gun. He began to run toward the crowd where he had seen Lucy earlier.

He whizzed past J.R. who almost spit out his drink. "Oh my Gawd. Barnes?" J.R. rubbed his eyes and followed Cliff through the crowd.

There was a shattering sound as a glass fell to the ground, splattering wine across the pavement. Pam's knees felt weak and there was a pain that could have been mistaken for a contraction, but it wasn't time for the baby. She collapsed to the ground and everything went black.

Just a split second later, Miss Ellie grabbed the table for support after her legs gave way. Bright lights flashed before her eyes and the whole world began to swim around in circles.

A large crowd gathered around the pool, watching the fight, an annual staple of the Ewing Barbecue, in amusement.

"Lucy! Abby! Cut it out!" Val yelled from the pool's edge. Lilimae stood beside her daughter, distressed at what was going on. She turned to Sue Ellen, who was standing on the other side of her.

"Stay out of it, Momma!" Lucy yelled back after spitting water out of her mouth toward Abby, who turned her face away with a disgusted shriek.

"Lucy, this has gone far enough!" Sue Ellen called out, placing a reassuring hand on Lilimae's shoulder. "Can't we all just get along?" Lucy and Abby missed the last remark as both grabbed each other simultaneously and submerged underwater once again.

"Seems like your daughter leans more toward YOUR family's traits, Val." Afton giggled as she stepped between Val and Lilimae to better observe the pool battle.

Val slowly turned toward her with a wicked grin. "That's right, sweetie. And it seems Mitch has the corner on any decency in your family. If there's one thing my hillbilly Momma taught me, it's how to deal with varmints."

Afton shrieked, as Val grabbed her suddenly and yanked. Afton reached out to balance herself, with Sue Ellen pushing Lilimae back out of harm's way just in time for Afton to grab hold of Sue Ellen, as all three women fell screaming into the pool.

"That's my daughter," Lilimae said proudly to the guest next her, and pointed to Val, who had regained hold of Afton and dunked her back underneath the surface.

Sue Ellen tried to swim to the pool's edge, but got caught in the middle of Abby's and Lucy's scuffle, and was pulled underneath by one of them. The Southfork hostess resurfaced with a furious look on her face. "Which of you pulled me under?" She yelled to Lucy and Abby, then lunged for both when neither replied.

"Go get 'em, mom!" John Ross called out in delight from the edge of the pool. Todd Foster stood next to him, mouth open in shock and cigarette dangling from his upper lip.

"Y'all are livin' La Vida Loca out here at Southfork," he remarked, taking a long drag from his cigarette and closely watching the five women battle it out, blouses soaking wet and clinging closely to them.

"If I wasn't related to most of them, I'd probably be turned on," John Ross commented.

"I'm not related to any of them – this is definitely working for me, man." Todd replied, slapping John Ross' back and exhaling a smoke ring.

By now Val and Lucy were ganging up on Afton, who was splashing away furiously at them to block their vision. Sue Ellen and Abby were standing up, heads just above water, linked frenetically together in a kicking, screaming, splashing brawl.

Val and Lucy had backed Afton up right into Abby and Sue Ellen. Afton managed to duck as the mother-daughter Ewing women lunged toward her, and instead Val and Lucy ended up crashing into Sue Ellen and Abby. Abby, the last of the four to go under, caught hold of Afton's leg and pulled her down after her.

In the hayloft, the figure pulled the trigger and the gun kicked back, issuing a huge, almost deafening pop.

Cliff Barnes burst through the crowd and almost tumbled into the pool himself. He had heard that Lucy was one of the women in the pool and wanted to get her to safety. Suddenly it hit him. This whole thing had to be a hallucination! He was really back in Hawaii—not Dallas. But this was all too real. The figure was in the hayloft, gun pointed at them all.

"LUCY!" he yelled, but it was suddenly too late. A bullet whizzed through the air and went into the pool where Sue Ellen, Val, Abby, Lucy, and Afton were still struggling. The red stain of blood seeped through the water, turning it a light shade of pink.

On the dance floor, Donna screamed at the sound of the firing. Christopher grabbed Karen, Eric slammed his body against Christopher, Bobby moved his head in a frantic search for Pam. Eric, Christopher, Karen, Bobby, Ray, and Donna all unconsciously moved a little closer together. Suddenly, two more shots were fired at the dance floor. The sound of a bullet entering a body echoed through the crowd and a light cry sounded out from the victim. As the world was engulfed in screams, a body fell to the ground, unmoving……

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