"I won't call tomorrow Drew as you are off to the dance," Jen said, barely concealing the smile that threatened to swallow her entire face.

"Okay, I'll miss you on Friday too as we are driving to Atlanta"

"Well I'd best wish you luck now hadn't I?"

"Thanks Mum"

"And have a good time at the dance, and behave, I know what you lot are like"

"Yes Mum" Drew sighed.

"I'll catch up with you at the weekend then kiddo."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too Drew."

"Tell Dad I said hi."

"I will."

"Take care Mum, bye."

"And you, bye for now."

"Bye."

As she placed the receiver in its resting place, Jen nearly exploded with giggles as she said, “Drew says ‘hi'.”

“I can see you're enjoying this little deception more than just a little.”

“I can't help it. I don't want to spoil the surprise when he sees us in Atlanta.”

“You mean IF he sees us in Atlanta?”

She looked at him as if he had two heads, then reluctantly conceded, “If.”

As the elder Bonds made their way to bed, they continued their discussion of their youngest child.

“Jen, I'm worried about Drew. All this time as Gaby, I wonder if it's going to make it difficult to return to being a boy when he comes home?”

“You know, I don't think I'd ever thought of it quite like that. I don't know, really. From strictly a surface level, I doubt he'll really think there's much of a problem.”

“I really hope you're right, but I'm worried. He's never really been the ‘manliest', if you know what I mean, and this immersion in all things feminine for so long? How is he going to cope?”

Jen replied as they both changed into their sleepwear, “As you've already pointed out, he's always been very girlish, so he may surprise us with how little things have changed, thanks to this experience.”

“I don't really see things that way. His personality has always shifted somewhat when he dresses as Gaby, even though he would probably deny it if asked. I'm worried that with being Gaby for all this time he might have lost sight of just who Drew is.” They both crawled under the covers and turned out their respective table lamps, then Dave spoke once again, “I hope I'm wrong, and I hope I can actually find sleep after making myself think about all these things again.”

“Me too, luv. Me too.” As they both lay there, their individual thoughts overtook them, and they soon found themselves in their own little universes, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Jenny found herself adrift quickly, and let her mind follow it's own course until sleep visited her.

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Dave is just overreacting, isn't he? I mean, Drew's always played this little ‘Gaby' game…well for the last year or so…and he always does it so well, nobody would ever suspect he's anything other than a beautiful young girl. But once the masquerade is over, Drew's back, no problems. Why should this time be any different?

Mind you, I don't think I'd complain if something happened and Drew became Gaby permanently. I rather like my youngest daughter, to tell the truth. She's so much more feminine than her sister; I don't know how that happened really. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Drew has always had to work so hard to be perceived as even the slightest bit masculine, and he's just more attuned to the behavioral differences between the genders. Before, Gaby's never been around long enough for her mannerisms to become second nature, but maybe with this trip she'll finally reach a point of not having to concentrate so hard on being herself, and can finally just have fun.

It's going to be so good seeing her again. I miss my kids so much. In a lot of ways, I wish I had let them stay home instead of going to America, but then they wouldn't have had all these marvelous experiences. It wouldn't have been right to keep them from having that.

It's going to be so much fun seeing Gaby race. I can hardly wait. It's been so long since I watched Drew, I can't even remember when the last time was. I know it was before the contract with Apollinaris, but…you know, I can't ever remember watching him race. How is that possible? I know that I usually had a race myself later in the day, and I often took that time to spend with Jules, but how could I have missed seeing my own son race? Now I feel like I've been an absolutely horrible mother. How in the world am I ever going to make that up to my baby?

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Jenny finally drifted off to sleep amidst a myriad of thoughts. Dave, on the other hand, was still having trouble finding the arms of Morpheus.

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I can't help but think that Jen is trying to make light of this situation with Drew. I'm really concerned for him. I would never, ever do or say anything to harm one of my children, but I worry about what his mental and emotional state is like at this point. When we've talked, I've been having trouble finding Drew in there somewhere. Is there even a Drew left? Or is it all Gaby now? I know we'll be seeing mostly Gaby, if we can go this weekend, but when the time comes for the kids to come home, who is going to be making that trip? Drew, or Gaby? The search for that answer is making sleep a commodity that's in increasingly rare supply.

Am I being silly worrying about this? Or is my concern justified? It's hard for me to even know the answers to those questions, let alone having a clue how to deal with the outcome. And what about this developmental program Jen's going on about? Is it really a good idea? I mean, Drew is still just a child, and yet he's being thrust into this fast paced world where things don't take time out to let you figure out what you're doing. I have no doubt that he's good enough, that's not the problem at all. I just worry that by attaching himself to this team, he might be limiting his future opportunities. Plus, George still believes Drew is actually Gaby. I don't suppose I can blame him for that misunderstanding, of course. The only times he's ever met the child, he's been in Gaby mode, after all. Would he be making the offer if he knew Drew is a boy? I don't know.

I have spent more time worrying about things I can do nothing about in the past few months than I ever believed possible. I used to be fairly level headed. I tried not to waste time or energy thinking about things that were beyond my ability to control, and yet now it seems that's all I do. I spend nearly every waking hour thinking about all these things I can do nothing about, when I should be spending that time concentrating on things that are within my control. But how do I go back to doing that?

There are so many things going on in our lives that all we can do is sit back and wait to see how they turn out, like Jen's recovery. If I could, I'd gladly have traded places with her so she wouldn't have had to go through all of this. And Drew…my poor little boy…how have I allowed events to overtake you so? Is it my fault you appear so feminine? Have I somehow failed you? Or is this simply the way you were supposed to be all along, and there was just some sort of mistake along the way? I wish I knew the answers. Hell, I wish I understood the questions. Maybe I should just quit worrying about all of this for now and try to get some sleep. Who knows, maybe I'll wake up with an answer magically popping into my head.

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Dave finally managed to drift off to sleep, though his sleep was anything but restful.

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When Dave noticed the silhouetted stranger standing at the foot of the bed, he could hear him softly laughing that same, evil chuckle he'd heard during previous visits. The difference this time was that if he looked closely enough, he thought he could make out some features of his face. The longer he stared at the stranger, the more clear his image became, until Dave realized that this was no stranger at all, but rather George, the Apollinaris team director. The chuckle grew in intensity until it suddenly stopped, followed by the words, “Dave, moment bitte.”

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The next thing Dave knew, he found himself sitting bolt upright in bed, trying to figure out what this dream was about, and what it had to do with the others he had been having. He got up, made his way to the bathroom, and after taking care of his business, he stood facing the mirror for several minutes in silence.

“All right, what the heck was that all about?” he softly said to himself as he splashed some cold water on his face, then patted himself dry before returning to the bedroom to try and get a little more sleep. While that sleep did finally revisit him, it was frequently interrupted through the course of the night by similar dreams and strange visions.

The next morning, it was a far from well rested Dave Bond who stumbled into the kitchen and started the teakettle, just as Jenny also entered the room. “So, are you going to call the doctor to find out about travel restrictions while I go to the office?” he asked as he poured the water and began mashing his tea.

“Yes. I don't really expect there to be any problems. I mean, I'm doing much better, and it's not like I'm going to be doing anything terribly demanding physically.”

“You may be surprised at just how tired simply traveling makes you. You're nowhere as strong as you once were, and the simple act of flying can seem exhausting. Particularly such a long trip.”

“I know, but I'm too excited about seeing Gaby race to worry about being tired. I'm really looking forward to it.”

“I can understand that. I'm going to head out, and I'll be back in a few hours. Talk to you later?”

“Later, luv.”

With a short kiss goodbye, Dave headed out the door and on his way to the mill. As so often had happened of late, he found that work kept him so busy that he was able to stop worrying about everything else for a little while. As he was finishing up with some invoices, Frank came up to him and sat down on the edge of Dave's desk.

Frank cleared his throat to make sure he had Dave's attention, then spoke, “Are you still looking for another car?”

“Yes, but I'm having some budget problems. You know, like not having a lot of luck figuring out how I'm going to pay for it.”

“Understood, but that's why I wanted to talk to you. It seems my wife has got the idea that she needs a Land Rover. I hate to just give her old car to the dealership, but they aren't going to allow much in the way of a trade in, I'm afraid. I was wondering if you might be interested in buying it. I can guarantee reasonable terms, and it's in excellent shape.”

“I'd say I'm definitely interested, but I would like to talk it over with Jenny before deciding anything. Oh, by the way, if she's cleared to travel, we'll be heading out to America tomorrow for the weekend, then after a couple of days of meetings with team officials, we'll be coming back home Tuesday. Drew's racing in this big event called the Atlanta Winter Classic. Apparently, there will be a lot of professional teams participating, so it will no doubt be a big thrill for him.”

“Well, that sounds like fun. I imagine you're really missing the kids.”

“I'd say that's putting it mildly. It's driving me nuts having them so far away from home.”

“Well, have a good trip, and I'll see you Wednesday. You can let me know what you think about the car then.”

“Thanks, Frank. As I said, I'm guessing we'll be interested, but just don't want to commit without talking it over, you know.”

“I hear you. Well, I'd best let you get back to it, so you can finish up before you head out.”

“Talk to you later, Frank.”

“You too, Dave,” and with that, Frank got up off the edge of the desk and walked across the office, stopping to say a few encouraging words to employees as he made his way back to his office.

Dave returned to his task, though somewhat distracted by Frank's proposal. He was familiar with the vehicle in question, and had always thought it would be great to own one like it someday. Well, here was his chance.

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I wonder what prompted that? Not that I'm complaining, mind, but wow. We are talking about a great car. How could he possibly think the dealership would try to lowball him on the trade? I mean, yes, I know it's several years old, but as I recall it's still in marvelous condition. What kind of terms are we talking about? Payments?

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As he opened the door and stepped into the front room, Dave was taken aback to find suitcases sitting by the door, and Jenny sprawled on the couch, obviously exhausted from the effort expended packing. He looked at her and said, “I take it the doctor said you could travel?”

“Yes. George will be picking us up at the Manchester airport at 7am when the team's charter flight lands. Carol has agreed to handle taxi service to and from the airport so we can avoid the expense of long term parking.”

“And I see you've already packed for us. You must be excited to be getting back together with your teammates.”

“Yes, I didn't realize just how much I missed them until Maria and Kat came for their visit last week.”

“Have they all been informed as to the reason for your absence?”

“Yes, right after I came home and I told George and Maria, they decided that although we wouldn't make the nature of the problem public, it would be best for team morale if everyone knew what was going on. Apparently, before they knew what was wrong, there were several of them who were ready to have me lynched for the way I treated you and the kids. And to tell you the truth, I can't really blame them. I'll never be able to say I'm sorry enough to make up for it.”

“Now, don't start that again. We've already resolved that, and we're not going to talk about it anymore, right?”

“All right. I worry that things aren't as ‘resolved' as you say they are, but all right.”

“So what time is Carol picking us up?”

“Since we have to go through customs and everything that entails, particularly with all my medications I'm taking at the moment, I thought we should be there by 6am, so I'm sorry, but I she's picking us up at 5.”

“Well, that's one more thing I need to thank her for, and one more we owe her. Since we have to get up so early, I'm assuming we're going to try to turn in early this evening?”

“Yes, I thought that might be best. Carol brought over some dinner she prepared for us. All we have to do is heat it up.”

“Oh, good, dinner by Carol. A shame Drew isn't here to enjoy it. I swear, I think one of the reasons he's so close to Maddy is so he can eat Carol's cooking more often.”

“I think you may be right about that.”

After they had finished with dinner, Jen helped Dave straighten up the kitchen and then they headed up to bed, knowing that they need to get to sleep as soon as possible, but also knowing that might be difficult. Once changed, they climbed in bed and turned out the lights, and lay there in silence for a couple of minutes before they gave up on the idea of getting to sleep early and began talking about things.

“Frank came by with an interesting proposition for me today.”

“Oh, really? What's that?”

“It seems his wife is harboring the notion that she needs a Land Rover, and Frank thinks he'd rather sell her old car than just trade it in.”

“Really? As I recall, that's a nice car.”

“Yes, and he was telling me he'd be willing to offer me reasonable terms.”

“Like payments?”

“That's the way I understood it. You know I've wanted to replace the Passat ever since it broke down last autumn. I'd like to talk to him more about what kind of terms he's offering, but if it's at all reasonable, I'd be very tempted to take him up on his offer.”

“I'd be inclined to agree with you there.”

“I figured you'd say something like that, but I told him I wanted to talk to you about it before going any further with the discussion.”

“So when do you want to talk to him about it?”

“I told him I'd try to let him know if we were interested Wednesday when we get back from the trip.”

“So you were almost as sure the doctors would let me go as I was.”

“Well, yeah, but I didn't want to say anything just in case I was wrong.”

“And here all along, I thought you were pooh-poohing the idea. You are a tricky one.”

“Well…”

“So, are you excited about seeing Gaby?”

“Of course I am. I am, however, a bit concerned about how Drew is going to cope with going back into boy mode once they return home.”

“So you've said. He's a strong character , he shouldn't have much trouble making the switch back.”

“I hope you're right.”

“I am. Trust me on this.”

‘Easier said than done,' Dave couldn't help but think to himself. From there, the conversation gradually diminished until Dave found himself looking once again at the sleeping form of his wife.

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I feel so awful having thoughts like that about her, but there's still this voice in the back of my mind that won't let me get past everything that's happened. I still love her, all right, but the trust thing is a bit more difficult than it once was.

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As he drifted off to sleep, those thoughts about trust simply would not go away.

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Dave opened his eyes to find George standing beside the bed. Startled, he stuttered out, “Wha…what are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on my girl. Thank you for bringing her back from the brink.”

“I did nothing for you.”

“Oh, but you did. Far more than I can tell you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“As I said, I can't tell you.”

“Is there something going on between you?”

“Oh, no, it's nothing like that. But I need her back.”

“So this has all been about the team?”

“You could say that.”

“And what if she decides to call it quits?”

“You don't really think she'd do something like that, do you? Certainly not. Racing is what she was meant to do, and she knows it. There is no way she could possibly allow anything to stop her from doing what she was meant to do.”

“That still doesn't explain why you're so interested? Are you in love with her?”

“I won't deny that, but alas, she only has eyes for her bikes. That's not to say I haven't tried.”

“I knew there was something about you that wasn't trustworthy,” Dave sprang out of bed and wrapped his hands around George's neck. “I want you to leave her, and the rest of my family, alone.”

“Oh, I can't do that, Dave. Jenny is mine, and so soon Gaby will be.”

“You do know Gaby's actually a boy named Drew?”

“That's not the case. You're the only one who doesn't realize it yet.”

“What are you saying?”

“That the masquerade is Drew, not Gaby.”

Dave wrapped his fingers more tightly around George's neck, trying to wring the life out of him, saying over and over again, “No! No…”

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Dave woke up and looked at the clock to find that it was just after 4am. “Well, at this point, I might as well start getting around, since Carol will be picking us up in less than an hour.” He quickly went into the bathroom and took a shower; as he was returning to the bedroom to dress Jenny woke up.

“Oh, good, you've already finished with the shower. I'll only be a minute.” Jen went to the bathroom and quickly showered herself. While she did that, Dave finished getting dressed, then went down and started the tea.

When Carol pulled up outside at just after 5, they had just finished up their second cups of tea, and had put their things away in the kitchen. Dave grabbed the bags and followed Jenny out the door and down to Carol's car, where they climbed in and set off on their trip to Manchester airport.

Carol was the first to find her voice this early morning, “So, are you excited about seeing Drew?”

“More than I can explain,” said Jen.

“That about sums it up for me as well,” added Dave.

“Part of me wishes I were going, so I could see Maddy,” opined Carol.

“Unfortunately, I don't think we'll be seeing her. As far as I know, she's not making the trip to Atlanta,” replied Jen.

“Ah, just as well then, I suppose. At least they'll be coming home soon.”

“That's true. I for one am really looking forward to it,” said Dave.

The conversation, what there was of it, carried on along these lines all the way to the airport. As Carol pulled up outside the terminal to allow her passengers to disembark, she said, “Well, there you go. Have a great weekend, and tell Drew hi from me.”

“We sure will, Carol. I may not have to say this, but thanks,” replied Dave.

“Well you're right you don't need to say it, but you're welcome.”

“I don't mean just the ride. You've been a great help to us for a long time.”

“Well, we're family. And we're friends. There's no way I would even think of doing anything less.”

Jen jumped in, “If we don't get a move on, we'll be late getting through the check in . Carol, thanks for everything. We'll see you next week. I'll call with times when we get our return flight info.”

“Thanks, cuz. See you when you get back.”

“Love you,” Jen said softly.

“Love you too, silly,” replied Carol.

“Um, I'm terribly sorry to break up this little family gathering, but we do have a plane to catch,” Dave said with as much humor in his voice as he could muster so early in the morning.

“Right. Call me with your arrival time, okay?”

“We will. Thanks again.”

They closed the car doors and boot, and then Carol slowly pulled away from the curb, leaving Jenny and Dave to make their way through the check in and find the Apollinaris charter flight's gate. They breezed through imigration much faster than they had anticipated, and then were able to find their way to the appropriate gate just moments before the plane taxied up to the terminal.

Since no one was getting off the flight, and they were the only ones getting on, it was only a matter of the plane pulling up, the walkway being extended, and the Bonds going aboard, all of which took less than five minutes. As they found their seats and the pilot awaited clearance to return to the sky, Jenny and Dave were warmly greeted by all of her teammates, which seemed more like a family reunion than anything else.

Then George came up, gave Jenny a brief hug, and offered his hand to Dave, who took it, though he couldn't help but flash briefly to those strange dreams he had been having for so long now. If George noticed any reluctance or coldness in Dave's greeting he ignored it, then moved on toward his own seat. It was only a few minutes later that the fasten seatbelts sign came on, signaling that they were once again on their way.

“Dave, how are you doing?” Maria surprised him with the question, as he was expecting to be mostly ignored this trip.

“Good, Maria. Really looking forward to seeing Drew again.”

“Yes, I imagine so. I've been so lucky that Kat can travel with the team, so I don't have to be away from her for weeks at a time.” Then she turned to Jenny and said, “You seem to be doing better than last week when I saw you. How are you feeling?”

“I still tire very easily, but the doctor says that's normal, and will gradually get better. It may be a while before I can ride competitively again, but don't go giving away my spot on the team or anything.”

Tina jumped in, “Little chance of that.”

Jenny responded, “Tina! How have you been?”

“Good. Ready to begin racing again.”

“Yes, I imagine so. I'm getting rather anxious for that moment to come for me as well.”

“I understand, but don't try to rush things too much. You could do more damage than good if you push too hard.”

“Yes, mom. You sounded like Dave for a moment.”

“And have you listened to me?” Dave interjected.

“Most of the time.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And just what exactly are you saying?” Jen asked, becoming a bit perturbed.

Before Dave could answer, Maria jumped in to answer for him, “I think what he's saying is that the evidence hasn't always supported your assertion.”

Jenny started to respond, but then stopped, looked first at Dave then Maria, and started to chuckle. “All right, point taken.”

Once the flight was under way, the conversation slowed down as everyone drifted off into their own little worlds. First, Maria and Kat settled in with a movie, then Tina decided to take a nap, joined shortly by Jen, who was looking a bit worse for wear from the morning's activity, leaving Dave once again alone with his never ending whirlwind of thoughts.

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It's good to see Jen getting along with her teammates again. I know they all said things were back to normal once George and Maria filled them in on the details of what really happened, but I was a little concerned that maybe some of them might still be a little cold toward her, after her deceit. I guess my worrying was all for naught on that point. Hope that can turn out to be the case on some other issues that've been keeping me up nights, like Drew/Gaby.

Isn't it odd that no one has ever questioned whether Gaby is a girl? Drew is boy enough that at least some people see him as such when in boy mode, so why isn't there any such confusion when he's presenting as a girl? While I could probably talk my way around all of this and come up with plenty of plausible explanations, what I've started to believe is that while Drew can create in other people's minds just enough questions about his gender that some of them guess boy, as Gaby, there aren't any such questions. As Drew, he strikes most people as a tomboy, who is sometimes taken for a boy, but as Gaby, well, let's just say she's very much a girl. I must say, I don't like that answer at all, but it certainly seems to fit what's going on most of the time. Maybe all this will go away once his puberty finally kicks in. But, why's it being delayed so? I was a little late to start myself, but I didn't have the feminine features Drew has.

We haven't really talked much about Dr. Sanwari's findings last autumn , what with Jen's problems, but that's certainly something that's going to have to be addressed, and soon. I'm assuming that he'll be wanting us to go see the endocrinologist in the very near future to run those tests he had mentioned before, since apparently there are still no signs of puberty on the scene. At least, from what I've heard, that's the case. We'll know more tomorrow, when we actually get to see him. I can hardly wait.

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Dave eventually joined Jenny, and most of the Apollinaris team, in their in-flight slumber.

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Dave opened his eyes, and was greeted by the face of his youngest child, “Gaby! How are you?”

“Great, daddy. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, for a change,” He now took a moment to take in her appearance. “So why are you so dressed up?”

“Oh, this? Paul is coming by in a bit to take me to a movie.”

“Really? I didn't think you liked boys?”

“Da-ad! What girl doesn't like being pampered by a boy?”

“I just didn't think this was something you were interested in, since…”

“Since when? Have you forgotten everything that's gone on lately? Like the surgery to open up my parts so they'd work properly?”

“Excuse me?”

“You really are a bit out of it at the moment, aren't you? Well, never mind.” She bent down over her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek, just as there was a knock at the door. She ran for the door, opened it, and headed out to join Paul, grabbing her purse on the way out…

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A stewardess was making her way down the aisle, waking passengers and asking them to please put their seat belts on, because they would seen be starting their approach into Hartsfield Jackson International airport. As Dave wiped the sleep from his eyes and began returning his seat to the upright position and fastening his seatbelt, the pilot came over the intercom to inform his passengers of the their impending arrival.

Dave let out a big yawn, then looked at his wife and asked, “Sleep well?”

She looked back at him, thought for a second, then said, “I did, actually. What about you?”

“Not too bad, really. Strange dreams, though.”

“What about?”

“Gaby.”

“Ahh,” Jen said knowingly.

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I don't know that I ever thought about it before, but I imagine he does have some trouble with everything that's been going on with Gaby this past year. Most men are so protective of their ‘maleness' that they seem to freak out when they feel it's being threatened. Dave's not as bad as most, but this business has got to be making his head spin, having Drew show up as Gaby, sometimes with little or no warning. He does so well at appearing to take everything in stride, not overreacting to anything, but…

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It was a fairly subdued group that passed through Customs, gathered up their luggage, and boarded the hotel bus to make their way to their accommodations so they could all relax in preparation for the race the next day. Once settled in their room, both Dave and Jen made an effort to stay awake for a while in order to avoid having trouble sleeping that night. They read, watched some television, and unpacked until time to join the rest of the team in the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

As they neared the large table that was reserved for the Apollinaris team, George looked up and quickly called to them, “Jenny, Dave, please come join me, won't you?”

Jen enthusiastically waved to George and headed his way, Dave following in her wake. “George, you've outdone yourself,” Jen enthused.

As they took their seats between George and Maria, George responded, “Only the finest for my team.”

“Since when?” joked Tina.

“I take it not all accommodations are this nice on tour?” Dave said, knowing full well that the hospitality on offer in Atlanta was far more lavish than is often found on the European tour.

“You could say that,” replied Maria.

“I do try,” defended George, which prompted a round of chuckles making it's way around the table. Dave found it slightly unsettling that the sound emanating from George the director so closely resembled the tone of the stranger in his dreams these past few months.

Dinner continued along a similar vein, and once everyone was finished, George took the opportunity to rise from his chair, tapping the side of his glass with a knife to get everyone's attention. “Ladies…and gentlemen, it is so good to see you all together again. With luck, perhaps this upcoming year will be able to equal our successes of last. I am pleased to welcome back Mrs. Bond, who once her recovery is complete will be rejoining us in our quest to dominate our sport.” He paused for just a moment as a combination of applause and laughter sprinkled the room. “We have some exciting plans for this season, which I will be introducing at our post race news conference and reception tomorrow, but I would like to inform you now that one of our new programs is going to be a junior development program, where we will be subsidizing training and travel costs for select youths who have demonstrated excellence in cycling. Our first member will be introduced tomorrow, in the person of one Gaby Bond.” He again paused, this time to allow a warm round of applause to flow from those at the table. It actually continued until Jenny and Dave rose to acknowledge the congratulations of the team, then as the noise returned to a more normal level, he continued once again. “Gaby, much like her mother, was born to race bikes, and we can all expect great things in the future from both generations of Bonds.” Another round of applause prompted a pause in the address. “As you probably are aware, Gaby is riding in the race tomorrow, and while I don't think I need to say this to any of you, should you find yourself in a position to do so, please keep an eye on the child. From what I understand, she is quite gifted, and it's entirely possible you may find her toward the front of the peleton tomorrow.”

“In closing, I want to offer my prayers and best wishes to all of you not only for tomorrow, but for this entire season to come. We will be heading toward the start area at 7am, so I would suggest that everyone take the opportunity to get to bed early and get some rest.” And with that, the gathered group began to disperse.

As Dave and Jenny started to get up from the table, George and Mike the mechanic approached them. It was Mike who spoke, “Dave, I understand you are fairly proficient in the area of bike setup?”

“I've done a bit, yes.”

“I imagine you have with those two around, yes. I wasn't able to bring any of my staff other than Kat, who is an intern, on this trip; and was wondering if I could impose upon you to provide a hand tomorrow morning in getting everyone's bikes ready?”

“Certainly, any time. Do we need to head out before the riders?”

“Probably not. Basically all we need to do is a final check of each machine, but running two stands instead of one will make it a much quicker process.”

“Understood. I'll see you in the morning, then.”

George finally spoke, “Thank you, Dave. We really do appreciate this.”

Dave and Jenny then retired to their room where, once they determined that it was in fact late enough that they could probably go to bed with out worry of incurring the wrath of jet lag, they changed into their sleepwear and crawled under the covers, then turning out the bedside lamps. Sleep was so quick to visit both that you might have thought they were asleep before their heads hit their pillows.

For once, Dave was able to enjoy a relatively uneventful night's sleep, and found himself waking of his own accord just before 6am. He got up, showered, and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, thinking that would be more practical for working on bikes than something dressier. Once dressed, he went to wake Jenny, “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, time to get ready to go watch your child race today.”

“I'm looking forward to it, but if I'm Sleeping Beauty, then I need a kiss from Prince Charming before I can get out of bed.”

Dave bent over her and gave her a gentle kiss good morning, then stood back up and went over to a chair and sat down to wait while Jenny crawled out of bed and climbed in the shower, stripping her nightdress off on the way. He was reading over some information he had been given about today's race as he waited.

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This should be an interesting day. Why exactly have I been drafted into playing bike mech? I know full well that Mike could handle this morning's workload by himself, no problem. I'd guess he knows those machines better than their riders ever will, and can probably set one up perfectly for one of them without their presence, which is why this is confusing me. I mean, I do all right when it comes to bike setup, but I don't know these ladies' preferences on tire pressure, shifter tightness, or anything, really. Jen's bike I could take care of if she were riding today with no problems. The same is true for Drew's. But I really don't know much about how Maria or Tina, or any of the other girls ride.

Maybe I'm worrying about nothing. I bet Mike's got everything written down, and all you have to do is follow the directions. Of course, that still doesn't explain why I got drafted in the first place.

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Dave's confused musings were interrupted by Jen clearing her throat to draw his attention to the fact that she was ready to go; it was almost time to meet the others to catch the shuttle to the start area. Once he appeared to have rejoined the world she spoke, “We'd best be heading down, since it's nearly 7.”

“True,” said Dave as he got up out of his chair and made his way to the room's door. He opened it, and stepped aside saying, “Ladies first.”

Jen giggled, then walked through the door followed by her husband. As they climbed onboard the elevator, Dave asked, “What's this with Mike all about this morning?”

“I don't know what you mean, luv. He usually has a couple of assistants with him, but apparently they couldn't make the trip this time. He knows you always took care of mine and Drew's bikes at home, so he was sure you'd be able to help. He was asking because he needs a hand, and had hoped you'd be generous enough to do it.”

“Why does that explanation smell a bit like a just used milking barn?”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“Whatever,” Dave said just as the door opened on the hotel lobby, where they disembarked from the elevator and headed toward the entrance, where Mike, George, and several members of the Apollinaris team had just congregated, waiting for the arrival of their shuttle which was to take them to the start area for today's race.

“Good morning Dave, Jenny,” said George, entirely too chipper for this early in the morning.

“Morning,” said Jen, as Dave reached out his hand to shake George's. Just then the shuttle bus pulled up outside, and everyone went outside and piled onboard. It was actually a fairly short ride, and within minutes they were stopped in front of the team tent. They all went inside, Jenny joining the riders as they began their warm-up stretching routines, and Dave went with Mike and began checking everyone's bikes. As it turned out, other than adding some air pressure to a few tires, the bikes were already set up per specifications, and they were done with the starting machines within a few minutes, then set about getting the backups ready.

“So why'd you ask me to help? I mean, it's not like there was much of anything to do this morning. Everything seemed to be in tip top shape already,” asked Dave as he applied a little oil to the chain on one of the backup bikes.

“Well Dave, I was already a little familiar with your work, having looked at Jenny's bike in England, so I had a pretty good idea that you knew what you were doing. I really do usually have a couple of assistants with me…not that they're in your class as a mechanic, but…since they couldn't make this trip, and I knew you were going to be here, I thought we could take a few minutes to get to know each other better, over something we're both good at.”

“I guess I can't really fault that logic. It has been, of course, my pleasure to be of assistance. There's the last one, anything else you'd like me to do?”

“Oh, no, you've done plenty already. The race will be starting in not too much longer. Please, go enjoy watching your young one. I've heard many great things about her. Jenny says she'll soon be better than dear old mum ever thought about being. That's saying something, I'd think.”

“Gaby is indeed a gifted rider, much like her mum. Sometimes to watch them, you'd think they were the same person, although if anything I think Gaby's even more of an aggressive rider than Jen.”

“A bit reckless, then?”

“At times, yes. And she has the scars to show for it, along with the trophies.”

“Well, I hope I get the chance to see her today then. I'm looking forward to it. If she manages to stay with the front of the pack, I may get that chance, since I'll be driving support with the spare bikes.”

Dave wiped his hands clean, then said, “Mike, it's been a pleasure this morning,” and offered his hand in a gesture of respect and friendship.

“For me as well, Dave. Now go find your wife and a good spot to see the big video screen by the finish.”

Dave headed over to where Jen was watching as the last of her teammates was preparing to mount her steed and head over to the race start. “Are you about ready to go find somewhere to watch this spectacle?”

“Absolutely, but we won't have to search too hard. George has a reserved spot right by the video screen with shade, refreshments, the works.”

“Star treatment, eh?”

“Only the best for us, luv.”

As they walked arm in arm to the Apollinaris reserved section of the stands, they couldn't help but chuckle to each other. They took their seats just as the rolling start began to make its way toward the official start line. George, as soon as he saw they had arrived, asked, “May I get you anything to eat or drink. I know it was rather early, so you may not have had a chance for any breakfast.”

“You are correct about that. Do you have any croissants? I know better than to order tea in this country, what about coffee?”

“Coffee and croissants it is for the lady. What about you, Dave?”

“I'll have the same, I think.”

“Very well. It will be but a moment.”

As they waited for the desired breakfasts to arrive, Dave looked at the video board just as he caught a glimpse of Gaby riding by with her teammates from the Grottoes Express. He felt his heart leap at the sight of his child, but by the time he had got Jen's attention toward the screen the child was gone. Once the food and drink arrived, they were all occupied for a time, and Dave, for one, took advantage of the silence to allow his mind to ponder things for a moment.

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I wonder if Gaby knows her hero, Lance, is in the race today? That ought to be good for a thrill or seven for the child. I hope she gets the chance to meet him, actually. Maybe that would be at the root of a little less hero worship.

I wonder what Mike was really up to this morning. There's no way he needed help getting those bikes ready. He wanted me to help him, and that's what I tried to do. I actually like Mike a lot, I really do, and it was fun working on the bikes this morning. But was that all just about ‘hanging out' for the morning? I don't think so. I don't know the whole story yet, but I will.

Well, who is that making the sudden push through the peleton toward the front? Is that Gaby?

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“Jen, is that Gaby?”

“Where?”

“Leading that attack up the middle of the peleton?”

Jen looked for a second, then came back with, “I think it just may be.”

Just then, the front of the pack peeled off from the starting group, opening up a fairly wide margin. When all was said and done, Gaby's team was well ensconced within the group of frontrunners. “Well, that was impressive, I'd say,” piped in George, who up ‘til now had never actually seen Drew ride in a race.

“Yes, an excellent move, keeping the team in contention by starting their move before the frontrunners made their own. Well executed.”

“Most impressive.”

George jumped in again, “So how exactly did they manage to know when the push was coming, and anticipate it by starting before the rest of them?”

“That's hard to explain really, without asking the mastermind herself. I imagine our little Gaby must have caught some sign from the way everyone was paying more attention to what the riders around them were doing, or something. She's very good at spotting things like that,” said Dave.

Jen looked at Dave and smiled, thinking of how well he understood their child's ways on a bike.

George broke the growing silence between them by asking, “I've never seen her ride before, but I am already most impressed. I imagine the two of you are used to it by now, but I feel quite honored to be allowed to watch such a prodigy display her talents.”

Jen replied, “I'm almost ashamed to admit this, but I'd never really watched Gaby race before today. Before I left for Germany, I was always preparing for my own event, or spending time with our oldest, Juliette, who's not terribly fond of cycling. I know what Gaby's going to do somewhat, because she rides exactly the same way I do, only she's going to be better. She's already far beyond where I was at that age. Dave, as coach/mechanic/lone support person probably knows both of us better than any other person on this Earth, especially the way we ride. He's actually quite a treasure trove of cycling information, even though most of the time he doesn't care all that much for riding himself.”

Dave jumped in, “And I daresay what you've seen so far is nothing compared to what she is likely to do the rest of the race.”

“Then I look forward to it.”

As the front pack of riders sorted themselves out and settled down to a comfortable pace for the next few miles, Dave once again found his thoughts wandering.

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Good move, Drew. You've certainly developed a fan in George there. He was going to include you in this youth program of his before, but you've solidified your spot this morning. Your mum is suitably impressed as well. She knew that you were good, but I think this morning has crystallized for her just how like her you really are. I think she sees herself from younger days in you. Only better, as if you have the youth combined with all the accumulated knowledge she has now. Just how good are you going to become? What are you going to do next? I'm fairly sure you've some more ideas floating around in that head of yours.

I wonder how you feel about riding today as Gaby, and not Drew? I know that at times in the past, you've tried to make certain there is a definite demarcation between the two, but does that separation still exist? Or have these past few weeks blurred those lines forever? You are so obviously Gaby right now, but will Drew ever come back? I worry for you, my child.

It's going to be so great seeing you after the race, but I'm feeling a bit guilty about not also seeing your sister. I wonder if she ever feels like she's getting the short end of things? I hope not. It's just that, well, you've always need ed more of my time. That's sort of the nature of your sport, whereas her only real athletic activity is badminton, and while we've always gone to her matches and such, she doesn't travel as much to go to events, hence she doesn't need me for chauffer service as frequently. Plus, I spend a lot of time working on bikes, but there's really not much I can or know how to do with badminton racquets. I just wonder sometimes if she doesn't think we're playing favorites because you get so much more time and attention?

So, I wonder what Jen is thinking about all of this? I don't know that she's ever just watched racing. Is she antsy to climb on board and join them, or is she realizing just how much work it's going to take for her to get back to competing? Maybe this trip will turn out to be a good ‘wakeup call' of sorts for her, so she'll maybe start to understand just how much work she has to do before racing can be done once again.

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Dave's thoughts were interrupted when Jen nudged him and asked, “Did you see that? Gaby's team on the video screen making a move up toward the front?”

“Oh, yes. I'm guessing she's got something up her sleeve that is going to require being in the front.”

George piped in, “Something tells me I'm going to learn something sitting here watching with you two.”

Dave replied, “I don't know about that. We just have a pretty good idea what kinds of things she's likely to do. However, there've been plenty of times I've been surprised, particularly toward the end of races.”

“So I take it Gaby is a bit creative?” George asked.

“As has been pointed out, she's just like her mum…only better,” Jen beamed.

“Better? Now that's going to take some convincing,” said George.

“Prepare to be convinced,” retorted Jen.

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That's something I haven't seen in quite a while…Jen showing her pride in the kids. I think that's the thing that's most been missing this past year, what with her being so wrapped up in her own riding career. If nothing else comes of all this, that's worth it. To hear her say something like that about Drew…even if I didn't love her with all my heart, I'd probably have to start after that.

Wow, that was soppy. In any event, I wonder what Gaby's got in mind next? What's that? She's talking to Maria and Tina.

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When they sa w Gaby pull up alongside Maria, George asked, “Any idea what she's planning?”

“Not a clue, but I'd be willing to bet she has a plan,” commented Dave.

Just then Jen said, “Look! She's pulling away from them and heading toward…no, she can't be…”

“What?” asked George and Dave simultaneously.

They sat in relative silence as they watched Gaby pull up alongside the US Postal team. They gasped when they saw that she was speaking to Armstrong, and by the time she was getting his autograph, the entire crowd was in hysterics. Once Gaby had pulled away from Lance and his teammates, everyone was laughing, clapping, and generally having a marvelous time.

“So what was that all about?” George asked once Gaby had settled back in to the group of riders and the commotion within the crowd had diminished to less of a roar.

Dave spoke first, “I'm not entirely sure. I know Lance Armstrong is one of her heroes, but I can't believe she took that opportunity to engage in hero worship.”

“It wasn't that, Dave,” Jenny offered. “Notice what was going on while she was talking to him? It was the feed. I'd bet she was expecting a breakaway at the feed, and was trying to prevent it from leaving her behind.”

“You did say she is a creative rider.”

“Yes, we did. Sometimes even I don't realize just how creative,” commented Dave.

When the breakaway did finally happen, Gaby found herself surrounded by some of the elite of the sport, and when all was said and done, she was right on Lance Armstrong's wheel. This prompted another huge response from the assembled crowd, many of whom were asking just who that young girl was.

A reporter noticed Jenny sitting with Dave and George, watching the video board intently, and came over to ask a couple of questions. “Jenny, why aren't you riding today?”

Taken aback by the sudden questioning, she looked at the young man holding up a small recorder for her response and said, “I've been rather ill of late, and still need some time to recover.”

“Then why'd you make the trip to America?”

“To watch my Gaby race.”

“Gaby?”

“My daughter,” Jen said, and pointed at the video screen. “Right there on Lance's wheel.”

“Really? So I take she's taking after her mother?”

“You could say that.”

“Thanks for answering my questions.”

“You're welcome,” Jenny said as the reporter backed away, leaving them once more to enjoy the show.

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I'm not so sure it's a good idea to establish Gaby as such a public figure. It could be bad for Drew, when the truth comes out…and no doubt it will eventually. But his mum seems to really be enjoying playing with the press like that. I just hope it doesn't backfire on her. It could damage not only her reputation, but Drew's as well. I wish I knew a way to keep that from happening.

That was a rather inventive approach out there. I've heard of using distraction as a tactic, but never imagined such a directly invasive approach. It does seem to have worked, and she managed to stay with the front pack when the break did finally happen. I just hope she has the good sense to avoid the sprint when the time comes. I doubt she has enough left to keep up, and that's a fairly dangerous place to run out of gas.

She's had a great race, really. Who would've ever believed that a young teen could stay with the best professional riders in the business? Nobody, that's who, and yet here Gaby's done just that. I daresay few will remember who wins today, but for years to come, they'll remember what she's done. I'm not sure how that's going to translate into Drew's racing back home, but…

Maybe I was wrong about the George character? He seems a nice enough bloke. Polite, respectful…nothing like the evil monster my subconscious had made him out to be. I realize I'm probably seeing him at his best, but still, I have to admit that I'm starting to like the guy.

Jenny's starting to look a bit tired, like maybe she needs to lie down. I hope she hasn't overdone things in coming here. I'd hate to think that she set herself on course for a relapse just so she could come watch our child ride in a race. While this has been an enjoyable trip so far, there's no way it could possibly be worth her getting worse over.

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As the riders rounded a corner heading toward the final sprint, Gaby peeled away from the pack and went wide open on the opposite side of the road from the other riders.

“What's she up to this time?” Dave asked.

“I'm not sure, luv. At least she's not caught in the middle of the main sprint,” replied Jen.

George looked on with a combination of surprise and confusion on his face as they watched Gaby make her run for the front, hoping to be able to sneak by unnoticed until it was too late. When the main group of leaders saw what she was up to, they began their sprint and eventually overtook her, and she eventually crossed the finish line in roughly the same place she had begun her final effort. She collapsed as she crossed the finish line, was caught by a race official, and taken to a medical tent where she was laid on a table. As soon as Dave and Jenny realized what had happened, they ran to the medical tent. Once it was determined that they were the child's parents, they were allowed inside to await medical attention.

Dave was the first to find his voice, once they were inside the tent. “Well, he's done it again. I wonder if he forgot his iron tablets this morning?”

“So this is what's been happening that prompted the doctor's visit?” Jen asked.

“Yes. Dr. Sanwari said it was because of a chronic iron deficiency. He prescribed iron supplements, which are supposed to be taken every day. Sometimes, the child forgets.”

“What can you say? Teenagers!” Jen replied.

Just then, a paramedic came in to check on Gaby. “Are either one of you related to the girl?” he asked.

“Yes, we're her parents,” offered Dave.

“Does she have any medical conditions that might have contributed to this?”

“Yes, she has an iron deficiency problem that has caused her to pass out on occasion. She takes tablets for it, but with so much exertion what with today's race…” Dave's voice trailed off as the paramedic nodded, then reached into one of his cases and pulled out an iron tablet.

“If I can get her awake enough to swallow this I'd be willing to bet it would take care of the problem,” said the paramedic as he came over beside Gaby. He rose up her head and saw her eyes flutter open just a bit, then spoke to her, “Can you swallow this for me miss? I suspect it'll make you feel a lot better.”

She managed to regain enough consciousness to swallow the tablet, then lay her head back down to rest. The paramedic stepped away from her side and went to talk to the parents. “She'll probably be all right in a bit. If not, we'll need to transport her to a hospital for further examination and treatment, but I didn't think it'd hurt to try the iron, since she has the pre-existing condition. All her vital signs are good, and as far as I can tell, there's nothing really wrong with her, other than exhaustion.”

“Thank you for taking care of her, and keeping an eye on her to make sure she comes around,” said Jenny.

“Yes, thank you very much,” added Dave.

A few minutes later, the elder Bonds were gathered around their youngest child, as they could tell he was beginning to come around.

"Drew, Drew, wake up son," Dave said as he gently shook his son's shoulder.

"Come on Kiddo," Jenny added.

"Mum?"

"Yes Drew, I'm here."

In the background they could hear the PA system blaring out, the commentator seemed pretty agitated.

"You okay now?"

"I told her to stay from the sprint,” Tina, out of sight was telling someone.

"Um"

"You've caused quite a stir today young man, that was quite a stunt you pulled on Lance," Jen noted. "What are we gonna do with you"

It took Drew a moment to focus enough on what was going on to say anything. "What are you doing here?" he asked Jenny.

"Tell you later, you feeling better? Seems there are a few people outside want to see you."

He managed to get his eyes properly open, which revealed that he was in some sort tent and sure enough both his Mum and Dad were there.

"Come on kiddo," Dave encouraged.

Drew had barely sat up fully when he found himself wrapped up in a hug from Jenny. Dave joined in, and the three of them held that position for a couple of minutes before the silence was broken by Jenny saying, “Well we'd best poke our heads out there and get this over with, eh?”

Drew looked first at his mum, then at his dad, and said, “Let's go then.” Once he got down from the table he had been resting on, he and his parents crossed to the opening in the tent and began to poke their heads through.

"There she is," an excited shout went up and suddenly there was a mad scramble of bodies heading towards the Bond trio.

"Hey Jim, get security over."

The three of them looked about to see who had come to their aid and were surprised to see Lance Armstrong providing first defense against the press pack.

"Best wait inside for a few minutes ladies."

They returned to the relative safety of the tent, where they began to try to take in what had just happened. Dave found his voice first, saying, “Well, it seems you have caused quite a stir, young…lady.”

“It would appear so.”

Drew still wasn't sure what all the fuss was about, and the confusion showed on his face. He finally asked, “So what exactly is it I'm supposed to have done?”

“Do you mean other than go toe to toe with the world's best riders over a fifty mile course?”

“Oh…” though it was hard to tell because he was already so flushed from the combination of exertion and heat, Drew visibly blushed when the realization hit.

Maybe it was the heat, or the overwhelming nature of what had just transpired, but all three Bonds found themselves quietly relaxing, trying to compose themselves for the upcoming onslaught.

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That child is something else, I tell you. Brilliant, the William Wallace of the cycling world, able to strategize circles around the greatest riders in the sport, but take him off his saddle, and part of his brain shuts down or something. No, wait, I'd best get used to thinking in terms of Gaby for the rest of today's events. Wouldn't want to slip up and cause a stir now, would we?

Jen is taking things in stride though. Of course, she does have a little more experience dealing with the press than Gaby or I do, so I guess that's to be expected. Probably ought to bow to her lead for what's to come.

Wow, I hadn't really stopped to think about it earlier, but…Gaby, you are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I was worried before that you might find it difficult to go back to being Drew when this is all over with, and I can see now I was probably right to worry. If there were ever any flaws in your presentation as a girl, they are all gone now. There is no way in the world anyone would ever think this lovely young girl before me, even smelly and sweaty from today's adventure, is a boy.

That's part of what I'm having a problem with, really. I love you, no matter how you decide to live your life, but I am rather used to having Drew about, seeing as you alone were with us for the first thirteen years of your life. This past year, with you sharing time with Gaby has been a bit strange for me, and now? Unsettling is a good word, though it seems a bit insufficient. Scared is a bit too strong, but only a bit. I apparently don't even know what I think about all of this. Maybe it's difficult to distill things down to one word, because one word can't cover it all. Unsettled, scared, confused, concerned…these are all words that describe part of what I'm feeling, but they leave out a big part. It seems rather strange to think like this, but it does make me proud, in an odd way. Confused, but proud.

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Ten minutes later Lance joined them.

"Well y'all got a temp'ry reprieve but I did promise you'd be at the press conference"

"Thanks Mr. Armstrong" Dave started.

"Call me Lance, look I have to go right now, we'll talk later maybe, I think I need to talk to this young lady."

And with that and a ruffle of Gaby's hair he was gone.

"Well young lady, seems you have friends in high places" Jen stated.

Despite her tired state her face broke out in a huge grin.

"Come on you two, George wants you both at the Apollinaris press thing." Dave broke in.

""Why?"

"Later kiddo, lets get this over with." Jen suggested.

They made it to the press conference just as George was bringing order to things so they could begin. They took three open seats on the front row, and waited through a long string of questions, many of which were about why Jenny had not ridden today. He deftly sidestepped them, and eventually, once everyone was either satisfied or at least placated, he moved on to the next item on the agenda.

"We at Apollinaris like to think in terms of the long term health of our sport, not just how many wins can we collect this year, but ten or twenty years from now. With that in mind, we have decided to establish a junior development squad, where we will select bright young competitors and help them with travel and training costs, enabling them to develop to their fullest potential. Und the first member of our junior development squad will be our own Welt Champion's wunderkind, Gaby Bond."

George waved for Jenny and Gaby to stand up, then join him on stage behind the podium. There were hundreds of flashes going off all around as George reached under the desk of the podium and pulled out a jersey and helped Jen put it on Gaby over her Grottoes Express top. Gaby looked at it for a moment and realized it was an Apollinaris jersey with her name on it. She stood there with a combination of disbelief and joy plastered on her face until Jenny led her back to their seats, and then after rejoining Dave, they all three left the press conference.

They were heading back to the Apollinaris tent when they heard a friendly voice.

"Oh thank heavens you're okay Gaby, when we heard from the Germans that you were sick we got worried." Erin exclaimed giving the child a hug.

"Um Mum, this is Erin that I told you about? Erin this is my Mum and Dad."

"Pleasure to meet with you Ms Bond, Mr. Bond, I can see where Gab gets her looks.

“ Good to meet you too Erin, thanks for looking after this one. And it's Jenny” Jen replied.

“It's been a pleasure Jenny, would you like to join us to eat this evening?”

“We'd love to but I don't think George would appreciate it if his ‘star rider' missed the team presentation tonight, which reminds me, did you bring anything you can wear tonight ‘Gaby'?”

“Er…not really” she admitted.

“Well maybe another time,” Erin suggested, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“George!”

“Ah Dave, Jenny and the wunderkind”

“Erin, this is George Müller, our Director,” Jen stated, “George, can we slip a few extra bodies in this evening?”

“For die freund auf Gaby?”

„Ja der radler team von Grottoes“ Mum replied.

„Haben Sie nummern?“

“How many of you are there?“ Jenny asked a bemused Erin.

“Er ten, nine if you don't count Gab.”

“Neun George.”

“Neun! Mein Gott !“ he looked at Gaby and Erin, then Jenny. “Okay Mir ist schwindlig!”

Jen burst out laughing along with George; the rest of them just stood looking confused.

“Sorry guys. Erin, do you think your team could join us at tonight's presentation? Free food, there might even be a few faces you'll recognize?”

“You're kidding right?”

“Straight up.”

“Dave, moment bitte” George led Dave away leaving the ‘girls' alone.

As they walked, Dave asked, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, funny you should put it like that. We've been most impressed with the way you've shepherded Gaby's fledgling career, and were hoping you'd consider joining the Apollinaris team as Director of the Junior Development program, as well as working with Mike.”

“Do you mean as in a job?”

“Ja, as in a job. I am fairly sure I can pay you more than you currently make, and it will make it so your family can spend more time together, since you would be based out of our team headquarters in Germany.”

“So you're saying I'd have to relocate my family?”

“Not necessarily. Because part of your job would include traveling to check up on members and potential future members of the program, you would be away from time to time. And there would be times when your presence would be needed at various race locations to assist Mike at major events like the big stage events, and the Welt Championships.”

“I don't know. I don't like the idea of forcing my family to move, and all that travel could prove to be a problem with the kids schooling. I must admit, it would be nice to spend a little more time with Jen than we had the chance to do this past year.”

“Why don't you think about it and let me know, okay? If you should have any questions, just ask. We would really like for you to join our team. Mike was particularly impressed with the way you handled yourself during setup this morning.”

“What, that? He had all the settings written down and I just followed directions. A trained monkey could've done it.”

“May be, but Mike seems to think the two of you could work well together. And as for the junior program, you will already be doing the job for our first member anyway.”

“That is true. So, that's what this ‘help Mike out' was all about? Listen, George. I really need to think about this a while. I'll let you know, but it may take a week or two. I'd like to talk to my boss back home, and with the kids coming home from America next week, I'd really like to include them in the decision as well, since it would affect them.”

“Take your time. I'll see you this evening at our reception, no?”

“Of course, we wouldn't miss it.”

“Gut. I see you later then.” With that, George walked off, leaving Dave standing there with lots of new things to think about, on top of everything else. Of course, he didn't have long to think, as his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice calling for his attention.

“Um, Dave?”

Startled, Dave looked over to see Erin standing next to him holding a bike, “Erin, isn't it? Can I help you?”

“Yes, it's Erin. We were packing up the bikes, and wondered if you wanted to take Gaby's with you?”

“I thought it was only for her use while here? We never agreed to allow her to accept such a lavish gift.”

“The thing is, the frame was custom made for her, and wouldn't really fit anyone else. Besides, the frame was a gift to Gaby from Diane, the woman who made it, while the other bits are presents from various members of the team. It's not like we were intending this to be some big endorsement arrangement, just that we all love Gaby, and wanted to do something for her. Please allow her to accept these gifts?”

“It all seems a bit extravagant, but all right. How about if I take it with me, and we'll take it back with us when we go home?”

“Thank you so much, Dave. I couldn't imagine telling everyone that Gaby wouldn't be able to keep their presents. We've all learned a lot riding with her these past weeks.”

“I'm pleased to know she wasn't being a bother to anyone, that she seems to have made so many great friends.” Dave took the bike from Erin. “I suppose we'll be seeing you at the reception this evening?”

“Absolutely, we wouldn't miss this for the world,” Erin bubbled, obviously excited over the prospect of hob knobbing with the sport's elite.

“Good, then until this evening,” Dave said, then started back toward the hotel shuttle bus. Erin smiled at him one more time, then headed off toward where her teammates were packing up their things so they could return to their hotel and get cleaned up for the evening's festivities.

Once back at the hotel, Dave pushed the bike along, taking the elevator up and then pushing it toward their suite, when just as he got to the door, he encountered Jen and Gaby coming out.

"Have you seen this thing Jen?"

"Not properly hun."

"Well young um lady" Dave chose his words carefully as someone was just getting out of the lift. "This is quite some machine, Ms Biggs invested a lot in this."

"I know and it was great to ride."

"How much Dave?" Jenny enquired.

"Guestimate? Well the Record kit would top two grand, the wheels another thou and even at trade the frame must be worth about seven or eight."

Jen whistled, "its true what they say about amateurs spending more than the pro's. Anyway, how did it go with George?"

"You already know what he wanted to talk about, you could've warned me."

"Sorry luv but that's how he wanted to do it. So?"

“I need to think about it - and talk to Frank.”

“You want to come to the press conference?”

“Give me five, I need a quick rinse.”

“Okay we'll wait for you downstairs.”

Dave pushed the bike through the door to the hotel suite, then quickly stripped off his sweaty clothes and jumped into the shower.

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Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I still can't quite bring myself to fully trust George, which may be part of why I'm not sure what to do about this job offer. Frank has been great over the years, allowing me some flexible time so I could take Drew to his races and so on, but George said he'd pay me more, basically to work on bikes, take Drew to his events, and check on the progress of some other kids. But no matter what anyone says, I can't shake the feeling that it would mean having to move to Germany, at least part time, and we can't afford to maintain multiple residences, that's for certain.

And what about Jules? How fair would it be to make her move? I don't know that I can justify making the kids change to German schools, although it's possible that away from Maddy's influence the frequency of Gaby incidents might decrease some. I just don't see how I can take the job, even if almost everything about it is perfect for us.

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Dave quickly washed, rinsed, and got out of the shower, then dried quickly and pulled on a fresh change of clothes, making sure he was a bit more presentable for the press conference. He then picked up his room key and made his way down to the lobby, where Jenny and Gaby were waiting for him. As he exited the lift, he saw them sitting across the lobby, obviously deep in conversation, so he quickly made his way toward them, and when he reached where they were, he said, “What are you two plotting?”

“Sprekken zee Doitch?” Gaby tried out the bit of German that Kat had taught her.

“We'll see.”

Jen spoke up, “So are we ready then?”

“Yes, and just in time, I'd say. It wouldn't do to make Mr. Armstrong wait, would it?”

Fortunately, the US Postal press conference was being held in this same hotel, so all they had to do was make their way to the correct banquet hall. They were ushered up to the front where Lance asked them to stand to one side, but be prepared to answer a few questions, as there no doubt would be quite a few interested journalists on hand.

Once underway, it took very little time for things to shift to the subject that was apparently on every reporter's mind today.

"So Lance what's it like to have your fans follow you in the peleton?" One wag asked.

"Well there's a first time for everything. I must admit I was a bit surprised."

"That it was a girl?"

"Hey I have female fans!" which raised something of a laugh in the auditorium. "Seriously though, I did wonder where she had come from."

"So do you know anything about her?” another journo asked.

"My spies have been out and I can tell you her name leastwise, Gaby Bond, maybe she can fill you in a bit, Gaby?"

Attention swung from America's favourite bikie to where he pointed, toward Gaby.

"Gaby."

"Gaby!"

A cacophony of voices vied for attention as the youngster cowered into her mum's side.

"One at a time guys, you'll scare the girl half to death, Jerry you get first crack." LA suggested.

"Gaby, Jerry Bosnich American Cycle Sport, can you tell us a bit about yourself?"

"Er…."

"Go on kiddo," Jenny whispered.

"Um, I'm Gaby Bond and I'm in America on an exchange trip to a place called Grottoes."

"You had a great ride today Gaby, where did you learn to ride like that?"

"From my Mum mostly."

"Is she a racer Gaby?"

"Um guys," Lance interjected. “Why not ask Mrs. Bond that one?"

"Mrs. Bond?"

Jen stood up and moved forward, to the sound of a few muffled comments.

"I have been known to ride a few events," Jenny grinned.

There was a bit of nudging going on but the current questioner seemed oblivious.

"So what level do you race at?" he pointed his recorder earnestly at her.

"Andy!" someone tried to warn him but he blundered on.

"Well a few stage races."

Lance couldn't hold his mirth any longer and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" the hapless journo enquired of anyone.

"Andy, that's Jenny Bond in front of you." Jerry smirked.

"And?"

"Jenny Bond, Women's World Champion, Ladies Tdf winner?"

"Oh shit!" That brought guffaws all round and Andy turned a shade of red previously unknown to a human face.

“Why did you ask Lance to sign your number right there Gaby?”

“It'll be something to tell my kids,” that brought a lot of laughter, “actually it was to stop Lance escaping at the feed.”

“Well I'll be darned,” Lance allowed.

“My team, well me included aren't exactly in the same league so we needed something, an edge, to give us a chance of hanging on.”

By this time Lance was shaking his head.

“You'll have to watch this one Lance!” someone shouted.

“I already am. How'd you know that we were planning that Gaby?

“It's what I'd do, classic move, Indurain 1994 Tour,” Gaby flaunted her cycling knowledge.

“You got a contract handy Johan?” Lance joked.

Mr. Bruyneel was kind enough to wave some papers much to everyone's amusement.

From there the ‘Gaby Show' began to wind down and, once the press conference broke up, the Bonds found themselves once again face to face with one of the legends of cycling.

“So, young lady, are you going to allow me a couple of more years of being the biggest name in cycling before you dethrone me?” Lance joked as he once again tousled Gaby's hair.

She replied, “I don't think you have anything to worry about for a while.”

Lance then turned his attention to Jenny, “I don't mean to be too personal or anything, but when were you diagnosed?”

“Pardon?”

“With cancer?”

“Just before the Worlds. How did you know?”

“Let's just say I've been around it enough to know the signs. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. So, are you going to be able to rejoin the tour at some point?”

“That's my plan, but it's going to be a while yet, I'm afraid.”

“Good, I'm glad to know you're getting better. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call, all right?”

“All right,” replied Jenny.

“Well, Mr. Armstrong, thanks for your help earlier.”

“It's Lance, and you're most welcome. It would appear you have your hands full with these two.”

“You could say that,” Dave said.

With a wave, Lance left the Bonds standing there as the press filed out of the hall, heading toward their next event. Dave was the first to speak, “What do you say we find our way back up to the room and relax a bit before time to get ready for George's reception?”

“I thought you'd never ask,” said an obviously tired Jenny.

The three of them made their way back to the Bond's suite, where they all decided to lay down for a bit, but not before Dave had the forethought to call the desk and request a call to ensure they all had ample time to get ready and make it to the festivities on time.

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Well, that was an eventful day, to say the least. Gaby's race was quite impressive, that's for sure. Unfortunately, it may have the less than desired effect of establishing her as a serious rider on the world stage, and I say unfortunately because of course we are still talking about my son after all. How is Drew going to cope? He now has a reputation as both himself, and as the girl Gaby. He obviously can't maintain both, can he? So which one continues on? And which one is left behind?

I guess this is really just a mild complication attached to an already severely complicated situation, really. I'm afraid that at some point either Drew or Gaby is going to have to go away, and I worry about which direction things will go. Could Drew continue without Gaby being a part of things? And conversely, could Gaby go on without splitting time with Drew? At some point, one or the other is going to have to happen, it can't be avoided now. So which will it ultimately be?

I wonder if these last couple of days have helped Jen realize just how far she has to go in terms of her recovery before she'll be ready to start training? I hope so, but somehow, I doubt it. She's just so anxious, I'm afraid she's going to hurt herself pushing too hard too fast. I hope she doesn't take my caution as not wanting her to try, because that's not it. I just want her to be realistic about how much she can do, and how long it's going to take to improve.

I'm actually glad that Lance said something to her about the cancer. She was a little surprised that anyone would actually say anything. I mean no, to the normal man on the street, all they see when they look at her is that she might be a bit tired. But to someone who's spent a lot of time with cancer patients and survivors, I imagine it would become huge.

I wish Jules had been able to come down as well. I sometimes feel so guilty for spending more time with Drew than I do her. I know that it's easily rationalized by mentioning things like ‘he's younger and need more attention' or ‘I have to provide transport to and from all those races so far away, whereas most of Jules' things are right there close to home', but what it comes down to is, I don't always have the time for both of them I wish I did, and it's easier to let her suffer the result because she's older and doesn't need as much in terms of hauling around and such. I have got to make sure to spend more time with her when they get back. It's only fair, really.

What am I going to tell them about this job offer? It would definitely be nice to have a little more money, but at what price? Taking the risk of both of this family's earners' job security being tied up in the same organization? And in a racing team at that? I don't know if I could do that, even if I were certain I wanted to take the job. What happens if Jen can't come back after all? Does my job also suddenly evaporate? Then where are we? With no income whatsoever, that's where. I don't see how I can possibly even consider such an arrangement, really. Not to mention the fact that I actually like the people I'm currently working with.

I mean, yes, if I had my druthers, I'd still prefer archeology, but that's not terribly lucrative, outside of a university classroom, or Egyptian desert, neither one of which terribly appeal to me. The classroom would keep me out of the field, and I'd have to be away from my family and home far too much if I went gallivanting about the globe digging up goodies. So for me, the best solution is probably to stay put, and enjoy my visits to the castles of Great Britain after Drew's races.

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After allowing his mind to wander until he nearly gave himself a headache, Dave decided to go ahead and get ready early so the bathroom would be available for the others to get ready when the time came. He didn't really feel he needed another shower, but took one anyway before shaving again and getting dressed, this time in his best suit. Once done, he returned to the main part of the hotel suite and nudged the sleeping form of his wife to let her know that the bath was free if she needed it for her preparations.

A few minutes later, Jenny reappeared, dressed in her Apollinaris ‘uniform' skirt and blouse, with faint makeup and her hair restyled into a more formal arrangement.

“How is it you can get ready that quickly, and yet at home it always takes you forever?” Dave asked, half in jest.

“Don't give me any of your lip, mister,” was her playful reply. They next turned their collective attention to the lounging form of Gaby, who was just beginning to stir as the phone rang.

Dave picked up the receiver, “Hello?”

“Yes, Mr. Bond, this is the front desk. You had requested a call at 5pm, sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much.”

“Anytime, sir.”

Dave hung up the phone just as Gaby rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to begin her preparations for the evening's party. Jenny grabbed a couple of dress options for her ‘daughter' to try, and after discarding the team uniform because it simply didn't look good on her, they decided on a nice dress and low heels. Jen left the bathroom to put up the discarded outfits, and by the time she returned to help Gaby with her makeup, Gab was done, and ready to go.

“I take it that's one of the things you've learned during these past few weeks?”

“Yes, I couldn't very well rely on Jules, Deb and Brit to do it for me all the time, could I? It's quite easy, actually.”

“And you're very good at it as well.”

“Thanks, mum,” she said, giving Jen a hug. She then presented herself to her father, asking, ”Well daddy, how do I look?”

After a brief dream flashback, Dave quickly recomposed himself and replied, “Stunning, the both of you. I'll be the envy of the gathering.”

Jen came up next to him, poked him in the ribs, and said, “Flatterer.”

“Well, now that we're all dressed up, do we hang out here in the room until time, or shall we go down to the lobby to wait?” Dave asked.

They all agreed it would probably be more fun to go wait in the lobby, if for no other reason, the people-watching opportunities, so they left the suite, took the lift down to the lobby, and found a comfortable place to sit, wait and watch. Their wait wasn't nearly as long as they had first expected, as George came by and invited them in to the banquet room where final preparations were being made for the evening's gathering.

“Jenny, as our unofficial team ‘captain', would you be willing to host the presentations portion of the evening?” George asked as they walked into the hall.

“I suppose I can do that, but why me?”

“As I said, you are the team captain, at least unofficially, and we have a few cups and medals to formally present. Other than that, all you'll need to do is introduce a short video of 2003 team highlights.”

“All right,” she finally answered. Once George had moved on to supervise some other detail of the evening, Jen turned to Dave and said, “During my part, will you please stay by me? I'd feel less nervous.”

“Of course,” replied Dave.

Then she turned to Gaby, “And I guess you're going to have to act as ‘hostess' for your American friends this evening.”

“Okay,” Gaby said a little nervously.

“Now don't go getting all nervous on me. You have nothing to worry about. Just help them feel welcome, make introductions when you can, and be the beautiful, charming young lady that you can be. All right?”

“Okay.”

Not long after they arrived, it seems other guests started arriving early as well. By the time the meal was served, the party was already in full swing, and Gaby, and even Jenny, were much more relaxed than they were not long before. The food was good and plentiful, the conversation engaging, and by the time Jenny stood up to the podium to introduce the video, everyone was having a great time.

Once the few presentations and announcements were finished, everyone seemed to begin enjoying themselves even more than before, and from their seats at the head table Jen and Dave could see that Gaby was the ‘belle of the ball', attracting attention from nearly ever corner of the room and seemingly enjoying every moment of it. She was treated as an equal by all the riders in attendance, and treated as a serious up and comer by most of the press on hand as well.

At the end of the evening, the Bonds as ‘hosts' for the evening said their goodbyes to all the guests as everyone departed, and when it came time for the Express members to leave, Gaby joined them, once Jenny promised they would meet for breakfast in the morning before the Americans began their long journey home.

Once the last of the guests were on their way, George thanked Jenny for acting as hostess, and then she and Dave returned to their suite, where they barely managed to undress before falling asleep in their bed. The next morning, they did in fact join the Grottoes Express for breakfast.

“So Erin, have you had a good weekend?” Dave asked between bites.

“Absolutely. We had ridden in the Classic for the last few years, but this is our first team win, and we owe it all to Gaby.”

“How do you figure that? I didn't finish with the team?” Gaby asked, somewhat confused.

“Do you have any idea how much we've learned from riding with you these past weeks?” Diane offered.

“I haven't done anything special,” Gaby tried to brush away the compliments.

“Nothing special? We learned more about tactics riding with you than could ever be learned from a book. And it was much more enjoyable as well,” it was Derrick's turn to jump in.

“Well, all I can say is thank you to all of you for looking after my child while she's been here,” said Jenny, with Dave quietly nodding his head in agreement.

“It has been our pleasure, and any time she wants to come back she's more than welcome,” said Erin.

Outside the restaurant, Gaby walked up to Dave and Jenny and said, “It's been so good seeing you this weekend. I've missed you so much. Can I just come home with you now?”

“Now there,” Dave spoke first. “You'll be coming home next week. You wouldn't want to miss out on your last week in America, would you?”

“We've missed you too, but we want you to enjoy the time you have left here before you come home, all right?” Jenny added.

Gaby wiped a few tears from her cheek, then said, “Okay. I'll see you soon. Love you.”

Dave and Jen spoke together, “Love you too.”

“We'll see you when you get home,” Dave added.

“Give your sister a hug for me, okay?” Jenny said.

“Okay, I will. Love you,” and with that, Gaby climbed into the passenger seat of Erin's truck, and the Grottoes Express ‘convoy' hit the road, heading back to Virginia.

“I think that was harder than when they left England,” Jenny said to Dave as they waved to the departing vehicles.

“I know what you mean. I nearly didn't let her go this morning,” offered Dave.

Jenny and Dave hugged each other as the caravan pulled out of sight.

Jillian 06.08.06 © 2006
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