Emerald Mini-Series: Ezra's Injury: 2.1 -The Most Perfect Day

Rating: PG
Type: Gen/Humour
Main Characters: Ezra, Chris
Notes: Emerald is only mentioned briefly in this story. This is an idea that came about after watching The Mag. 7 Pilot (Ghosts of the Confederacy).
The TV episode described in this story isn't intended to be an accurate representation of a real episode, although there may be similarities to some real episodes.
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Days after the unfortunate incident in which Ezra had fallen over the children's toys and broken his leg, the southerner sat watching TV in the ranch's den. The man's broken leg was resting on a stool that had been placed a short distance from the front of his chair.

One of the cowboys Ezra was watching said something funny and Ezra laughed loudly.

"I'm glad someone finds something funny," groused Chris Larabee, stopping at the doorway to the den. The blonde had just got Ezra's baby girl, Emerald off to sleep after feeding her and was now going to start cleaning Ezra's bedroom, as the southerner wasn't allowed to walk on his leg unnecessarily. 'Unnecessarily' unfortunately meaning Ezra wasn't allowed to do many chores around the house, much to Chris and Buck's chagrin.

"That man is so funny," explained Ezra, in a cheerful voice.

"He's probably a real grouch when he's off-screen," replied Chris, looking at the TV Screen.

Ezra was about to argue with Chris, when the house phone started ringing. Chris rushed off to answer it; he was wishing Buck hadn't gone to a court case today.

Ezra looked back at the screen and watched in horror when the funny man with the red waistcoat caught a bullet in his chest. "No, you can't kill him - he's the best character," said Ezra, taking the show far too seriously.

"Ezra, I thought you were watching a documentary not a cowboy movie," said Chris, coming back into the doorway after answering a wrong number call.

"That finished ages ago. It was most fortunate that I turned to this channel when I did. They're showing re-runs of this programme all day. They've even called today's programming schedule 'Seven Heaven'."

Chris groaned, 'Why me?' he thought. 'Why couldn't I be laid up with a broken leg while someone else did all my work for me?'

"Come on, wake up man," encouraged Ezra, looking at the screen.

Chris looked at Ezra, not knowing whom the man was talking to. He watched as a dark-skinned cowboy tried to revive the red-waistcoated cowboy who was now lying on a bed in a building. The men reminded him of some of his ATF team and he smiled.

Predictably, the shot cowboy finally woke up and Ezra cheered.

"I think you're taking this program far too seriously, Ezra," warned Chris.

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Buck Wilmington arrived back at the ranch house with the boys in the back. As predicted, the court case had finished before school had, so Buck had collected the boys from school and let Gloria, their carer know.

The brunette parked the car and helped the boys out.

"Watch out behind you!" came the shout as Buck and the boys entered the front door.

Buck hurried into the den, concern on his face. He stopped and stared at the men - they were sitting in chairs with their eyes glued to the TV screen. Gunshot noises came from the TV.

"What's going on?" asked Buck.

"We're watching re-runs of this cowboy show," explained Chris.

"You finished all your chores early Chris?" asked Buck, annoyed that he had to work while his colleagues sat around watching TV.

"Some - I left a few for you to do," said Chris, still staring at the screen.

"Unbelievable - I leave you here to work hard while I go to a court case and I come back to find you watching junky TV shows."

"This is quality material," retorted Ezra, annoyed that Buck had insulted the show.

A cowboy with dark brown hair walked cheerfully out of the saloon and Buck found himself transfixed to the screen. He watched as the dark haired man with the moustache crept up on a much younger cowboy with shoulder length dark hair, then tapped the boy on the shoulder making him jump. Buck laughed heartily.

"I think I might stay and watch just a little bit," said Buck, seating himself on the sofa.

Vin looked at JD, "They tell us off fer watching too much TV and they're no better." The two boys decided to join Buck on the sofa and watch the show as well - their dad's weren't about to ask them if they had any homework while both men were contentedly watching the cowboys on the TV.

The End