|BJ and the Bear: Double Trouble
Author: Techie124 PM
BJ rescues a damsel in distress after being stranded by her abusive boyfriend. Please read and review. *New Chapter Uploaded*Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Adventure - Bear & BJ McKay - Chapters: 9 - Words: 11,921 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-12-13 - Published: 10-26-10 - id: 6427609
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Kristy squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat of her boyfriend's truck, not wanting to ask him to stop again but desperately needing to relieve herself.
"Umm babe…" she hesitated, knowing what his temper was like when he was tired and irritable and they had been driving for fourteen hours straight, only stopping often enough to let her use the bathroom as she was 7 and half months pregnant with twins.
"Man, that's the 5th time just in the past hour. You're just gonna have to wait." Jeff told her in disgust.
They were on their way to Las Vegas to get married. After Kristy's parents found out she was pregnant, they gave her an ultimatum: get married or leave. She moved in with Jeff for a few months before they finally decided they should get married.
"No way can I hold it that long," she insisted, "just pull over at that gas station," she said pointing at it.
"No way, just hold it," he said driving past.
She squirmed for another five miles. Finally, it was to the point where she was either going to have to convince him to pull over for a couple minutes so she could go in a bush or go right there!
"Jeff," she said firmly, "either pull over right now or get ready to clean these seats!"
He sighed in disgust and pulled the car over. She pushed the car door open in a hurry, shutting it with a slam and went behind the nearest bush. He got out of the car and opened the trunk, quickly pulling out her suitcases; he piled them by the side of the road, realizing that this lifestyle was not for him! He got in and drove off leaving Kristy to fend for herself.
Hearing the car pulling away, she quickly finished, running out to see the taillights fading away. She stared in shock and awe as Jeff left her at the side of the road. Shock and awe quickly swept into reality as the cold swiftly seeped into her skin. She gathered her jacket tightly around her, buttoning it up to the neck. She sat down on top of her suitcase as the realization that she was now stuck here alone and destitute as Jeff took off with her purse which had all her money in it. She started to cry as panic set in, weeping openly.
BJ and Bear were deadheading from Milwaukee after a 2 week run. They were now on their way to the Country Comfort for some much needed rest and relaxation. They had just stopped at a little gas station to fill up before continuing their journey. A few miles down the road, BJ's headlights cast upon a figure hunched over on the side of the road. He quickly slowed the rig down and pulled over, trying to make out what was on the roadside.
"What do we have here?" BJ asks Bear as he opened the door, climbing down to see if he could be of some help.
"Excuse me, Miss. My name's BJ…McKay. Do you uh, need some help?" BJ asked gesturing to the paraphernalia around her.
She looked up at him, sitting up, sniffing and sobbing, her chest heaving with sobs.
He was quite taken aback when he saw how pregnant she was.
"Could you give me a ride?" she asked pathetically.
"Yeah, I can give you a ride." He answered. "But do you mind if I ask why you're sitting along the road?"
"It's a long story," she answered. "Do you mind if we talk in your truck?"
"Yeah sure, let me help you," he took her arm to assist her in standing and helped her gather her things. Tossing them into the back of the cab, he got back down and helped her climb into the truck so she wouldn't fall.
"Don't worry about Bear, he won't hurt you," he explained before going around to the other side and climbing in.
They were soon on their way, just another 50 miles to Country Comfort.
"So you, uh, wanna tell me your name? BJ questioned softly after she had calmed some. She was still sniffling, but wasn't crying quite as heavily as when they first met.
"Kristy," she sniffled.
"Well Kristy, do you mind telling me what happened?" he asked.
"My boyfriend, Jeff, and I were on our way to get married. Long story short, I loved him, my parents hated him. I got pregnant and we wanted to get married. My parents didn't give their blessing because Jeff gets kind of angry a lot and said if we got married they never wanted to see me again. I moved in with Jeff and a couple days ago we finally decided to go to Vegas to get married. We'd been on the road a couple days and I'd had to ask him for frequent stops which aggravated him even more. This last time he got really angry and when he stopped he also threw me out," she finished looking down at her hands in her lap.
"How far along are you?" he asked glancing over at her.
She blushed, "8 months tomorrow," she answered.
"Yeah, do you know what it is yet?" he asked her.
"No, but it's twins," she told him shyly.
"Really? Congratulations!" He told her with a smile.
"Thanks, I'm having pretty mixed feelings about it now," she told him truthfully.
"Well, uh, I'm heading to Bishop County right now. There's a truck stop called the Country Comfort that's like a second home to me. If you don't mind riding there with me, I can help you figure out what to do when we get there."
"I don't really think I have much choice," she said, patting her burgeoning stomach.
They drove along in comfortable silence for a few minutes until Kristy started to feel hot and lightheaded and felt like she was about to pass out. BJ looked over at her when he heard the change in her breathing.
"You alright?" he asked, concerned.
She shook her head. "I think I'm gonna be sick," she replied.
He quickly pulled the truck over, jumped out, ran over to her side and helped her out of the cab. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she started vomiting. He quickly took hold of her hair, holding it back out of the way until she had finished.
He went back to the cab and pulled out a towel he kept in a side compartment for emergencies and a water bottle. He climbed back down and handed it to her, allowing her to rinse out her mouth and clean up a little before attempting to climb back in the truck. When she was ready, he helped her back in the cab and went around and climbed in, moving Bear out of the driver seat where he was watching in interest.
"You ok, now?" He questioned, hesitating to move again until he was certain she wasn't going to be sick again.
"Yeah, I get a little carsick sometimes now that I'm pregnant. I thought it had passed. I only had trouble once when we first got on the road," she explained.
"You're not feeling any pain are you?" Memories of delivering a baby on Christmas Eve in his sleeper came roaring back to him.
"No, just a little woozy," she replied.
"Ok, well, just keep your eyes on the horizon, sometimes that helps," he supplied.
"OK, I think I'm alright now," she told him urging him to continue.
He started the truck and they continued on their way. They were only a couple miles along until BJ had to start the wipers on the truck as the snow was starting to come down faster.
He noticed a gas station and pulled over. "I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?"
"Some ginger ale would be nice please." She replied politely, thankful they had stopped for a few minutes as her stomach was still rolling.
He went in to the gas station, found her ginger ale, grabbed a bottle of juice for bear, and a soda for him and on his way to the counter noticed some mint candies. He picked a bag up and took his goodies to the counter.
"That it?" the clerk asked.
"Uh, give me a stick of beef jerky and that should do it," he replied grabbing his wallet.
The clerk took out a stick of beef jerky and wrapped it for him, looking out the window. The snow was really starting to come down now.
"That rig out there, yours?" the clerk asked him.
"Yeah," BJ answered with a grin, "She's all mine."
"I heard on the radio there's fixin' to be a heck of a storm," the clerk warned. "Might want to hole up somewhere for the night," he added gesturing to BJ's truck.
BJ's head snapped up when he heard that.
"You know where a motel is around here?" he asked.
"Take a right outta here, go down about 5 and a half miles, take a left and on the right there's a motel. Not very fancy, but it's cheap and it'll do," He supplied helpfully.
"Thanks a lot," BJ said, gathering up his purchases.
He looked up at the sky, noticing the ominous clouds threatening to blanket the Earth with their burden. Going around to Kristy's side, he opened the door and handed her the food so he could have two hands to climb into the slippery truck. Once again, he pushed Bear out of the driver's seat where he was perched happily awaiting his best friend's arrival, and waiting until he was settled, she handed him everything but the ginger ale. He watched her take a sip before opening a juice and handing it to Bear. He then handed her the mint candies.
She looked at him questioningly with a raise of her eyebrow.
"I used to fly Medivac copters in 'Nam. When I was in training some of the pilots would get airsick and would use mints to combat the nausea. I thought it might help you," he added.
"Thanks that was really sweet," she said, popping one into her mouth. She looked up at the sky. "It's really starting to come down now," she observed.
"Yeah, listen, how would you feel about staying at a motel just for tonight? We can get separate rooms," he added quickly. "The gas station attendant told me we're in for a big storm and my rig doesn't handle slippery roads very good."
"It's fine. To tell you the truth, I'm a little relieved to get off the road. I'm still not feeling my best," she admitted.
BJ stared at her in concern. He really did not want to have to deliver another baby by himself.
Noticing his scrutiny, she tried to reassure him. "I'm fine; my stomach's just a little upset. I've still been getting morning sickness at odd times of the day. The doctor said it was normal."
BJ took a swig of his soda, still contemplating what to do. He wondered where the nearest doctor was just in case of an emergency.
She looked over at him. "I'm fine," she insisted. "I'm not even due for 3 more weeks."
He took another swig from his soda before starting the engine. It was starting to snow harder now. He finished his soda and decided just to head to the motel. They were only 2 miles away when some four-wheeled moron pulled out in front of BJ. He had no time to stop so he swerved and the truck fishtailed. Pumping the brakes, he tried to regain control but it didn't work and the passenger side rammed into a tree. The airbags deployed and Bear was thrown into the back.