A/N: Now before you read this I suggest you to read the first part first

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Once you're done, Read chapter 1 2 3 again LOL

This will be more like a continuous from chapter 3. Hope I don't confuse you too much.

Spirit of Hope (sequel) - 01

"What did he just say?" asked Reba looking horrified, astonished, stunned and shocked. No words could really describe her feelings right now. In her weird imagination, she saw the old man and the young girl beside him with the garland around her neck. Two people and an item, how could something she never knew existed appear in her crazy daydream? Plus the music that the old man played was the same one she heard, was it even possible to dream up something that she never realized existed? Did she just see her future?

"You see what you want to see, it will be what will be. The spirits give you their blessing." The girl translated what the old man said. Reba was speechless. Brock looked confused.

"Reba..." called Brock, wondering what was going on.

"Do you see and hear them too or am I insane?" she asked, didn't even realize how firm she held on to his arm, she needed some comfort.

"I see and hear him, but I have no idea what he's talking about, but it looks like you do. Care to share that information?" Brock tapped her hands that were gripping his arm. However, before Reba found her own voice again, the guide came to get them, as the group had to leave. The old man smiled at her and continued playing his flute.

"Who's that old man?" asked Brock to the guide

"He used to be the head chief of the tribe, after the two tribes eventually joined together. He must be at lease hundred years old now, and he has lost his mind, he keeps talking about the spirits. He hardly talks to anyone though, I'm surprised he talked to the two of you."

"What spirits?" Reba wanted to know if it would be the same spirits in her head.

"Everything, so many spirits and Gods that he believes, I lost track" said the guide with a chuckle, Reba didn't find it funny.

"It's not nice to make fun of someone's beliefs you know."

"I'm sorry, but really, you can't take him seriously. He said the young woman who you saw next to him was meant to be his wife, and the sad part is, she believed him."

"His wife?" Reba was shocked, she saw the garland around her neck, but she looked young enough to be his granddaughter.

"Now you see how unbelievable this is." said the guide shaking his head. "He was fine when he was younger, but it was about twenty odd years ago when he started to talk about spirits and speaks in tongues. Only 'his wife' understand him. So I usually ignore what he said." the guide spoke before excusing himself to go talk to other people in the group. Reba still pondered what the old man said.

"Brock, am I insane? When I stood under the tree I had a weird illusion and the old man, his music, the girl and the garland around her neck was also in my weird illusion. How could it be when I never saw them before?"

"Well, you also didn't know you told someone to take a hike when he tried to call you back in the group. I tried to talk to you and you told me to go away. You wanted to be left alone for a while. So is it possible that the old man and his wife happen to walk by and you saw them in the corner of your eyes?"

"I guess..." so it's probably her crazy imagination that played tricks with her. Reba sighed and tried to get it out of her head.

"Now about the little experiment of yours." Brock tried to steer the conversation back to the kiss. Still a bit in disbelief that she kissed him.

"Told ya, it was just a little firefly" she stated without looking at him. "And don't you do that again or I swear I'll punch you!" she stepped back a little when he moved one foot toward her. He stopped and grinned.

"Why don't you look into my eyes and say it?" she gave him a deadly glare, before the glare became softer when she really looked into his eyes.

"Alright, it was a little spark." Brock chuckled at her comment.

"It feels like a wildfire to me." he admitted, Reba looked at him with disbelief. How could he casually admit something like that?

"Must be just a physical attraction, nothing more to it. I'm sure." Reba pressed her lips together until it became a straight line.

"You don't want to talk about it, huh?" she just glared at him, as if to say 'move on'. Well if she didn't want to admit, maybe he shouldn't push. But Brock sure felt more than just physical attraction and he was also sure Reba felt the same way. That was something he had never felt with Barbra Jean. The emotional bonds that they shared for twenty odd years, although it may seem like the flame was put out seven years ago, but in fact the fire was dormant beneath the ashes, when it stirred, the old flame re-burned. The flame went even higher than before too. Little had he known, she felt just a little more than a flame. She lied through her teeth when she said it was nothing. In her weird... imagination made her feel like they were together again, and those kisses felt so real. Everything that happened in her head, it felt so real. And she wanted to see if they kissed, would it be like what she imagined? It turned out to be better. Even when she caught him of guard she could still feel fire rush though her veins, not to mention when he returned the kiss, kisses. That was like... a volcano erupted! That was it, for all the desires and passion that had accumulated for almost seven years!

"Fine then, do you still want to go to a karaoke bar? I haven't heard you sing since Terri passed, I really miss hearing you sing." he changed the subject.

"Yeah, that's sounds like fun. Do you know the song..." she tried to think of the song and now she seemed to forget what song was it. "Dang I forget it! It was something like... please forgive me I don't know what I do... something"

"Bryan Adams? Since when you listen to something else other than country music?"

"That's what confused me, I never listened to the song, yet how did it get into my head." Reba was puzzled.

"Well, it was a popular song, you must of heard it on the radio somewhere. But you really want to hear me sing it?"

"Would you?" asked Reba with her half moon grin.

"Can I just buy the CD for you?"

"Never mind then!" just as the cruise arrived back to the main land, Reba marched out without waiting for him. She wanted to hear him sing, and he said he'd buy her the CD, the real Brock was nothing like the one in her imagination, that was probably what the old man said; she saw what she wanted to see. Brock hurried to catch up with her.

"You know I can't sing, I don't want to make a fool out of myself in a karaoke bar full of people." Reba sulked. "How about I sing to you when we get back to the hotel?" he suggested. Reba suddenly stopped and turned around, Brock almost bumped into her.

"You'll sing to me? Alone in the hotel room? Don't you think that sound a little... odd?"

"Now that you put it like that... yeah it's a little odd and inappropriate, isn't it."

"Forget it! The moment has passed. Now I'm hungry, let's go find something to eat." They went and found a little family restaurant near the hotel, nothing near romantic. Reba sighed, her and her crazy fantasy. But it sure felt so real, and Brock was so loving and caring.

"A penny for your thoughts." Brock broke the silence. "Are you in love with me?" Brock burst out Reba almost fell off a chair.

"What!? Where did you ever get that idea?"

"I'm just kidding. I mean first you kissed me, and do you realize the way you're smiling at me? Not that I'm complaining, but that smile once cost me my best friend." Ever since she stood under the tree and was deep in her own thoughts, she looked at him differently. He could have sworn her eyes shone like when she used to look at him back when she was dating Terri.

"I must be day dreaming again, and would you forget about that kiss already? I told you it was just an experiment and it was nothing. If there's something, it was just a physical attraction between man and woman, nothing more." and yet she blushed.

"In that day dream of yours, was I in it?"

"You don't wanna know." more like she didn't want to tell him. And to her relief the waitress came by with the bill. It gave her a chance to change the topic. "How much I owe you?"

"Please, a mother of my three children and I wouldn't even pay for her dinner? How cheap do you think I am?" said Brock putting his credit card in the tray.

"Do you really want an answer to that question?" Reba smirked.

"You're welcome." Brock quipped. He signed the slip and they left the restaurant joking with each other: just like the good ol' days. "Are you going to swim again once we get to the hotel?" asked Brock driving out of the restaurant parking lot.

"Definitely, but I'll wait a little later, because there will be less people in the pool."

"I must ask you this, 'cause I couldn't stop wondering. Since when do you wear bikini? It's not something you'd choose."

"See! That's exactly why I wear it! You keep saying that it wasn't me, I'm tired of people thinking I'm beige. I'm not beige. I'm a sexy redhead. Ask Rhonda, she'll agree with me."

"She's a car."

"Tell Van that and he'll never speak to you again. But then again, ever since I smashed her door, she hadn't been friendly with me." Reba mumbled about Rhonda.

"You know Reba, sometime you sound like Barbra Jean."

"Call me Barbra Jean again and you won't have any remains left for an open casket!" she pointed her index finger at him a little annoyed. First Cheyenne said she sounded like Barbra Jean, then Van said she was their Barbra Jean and now Brock said that too. "Why couldn't I be Dolly Parton?" Reba mumbled and looked down, Brock let out a chuckle.

"The way your bikini top sprung open in the pool last night, I'd say you're pretty close." Reba's jaw nearly hit her knees. She forgot about the incident! She pounded on his shoulder for bringing it up. "Anyway, if there's any consolation, you're not beige. You look..." dare he say hot? "… stunning in that bikini. Took my breath away, and I don't just mean when the accident happened too. I mean, really, you look terrific!" said Brock glancing at Reba.

"Yea yea..." said Reba hiding her grin walking out of the car once Brock had parked. They have arrived back at the hotel. He looked at the clock, it was just seven. And Reba wouldn't be using the pool until later. "It's still too early, should we find something fun to do?" Reba widened her eyes and bit her bottom lip as soon as she realized what she just said. "I mean go out, bowling, mini-golf or something." Brock laughed at her sudden urge to cover up her innuendo.

"Mini-golf sounds like fun. Why don't we walk over?" they could see the sign for the mini-golf from the parking lot. Reba quickly lead the way. Brock caught up to her. "Be careful" He pulled her closer to his body by her waist, Reba didn't see the uneven ground and almost stumbled.

"Thanks." and he quickly let go.

"So, you're not going to tell me what happened today? You were isolated and were so deep in your own thoughts. I was getting worried when you hardly blinked. But then you told me to leave you alone."

"I'll tell you later, but you've got to promise me you'll not laugh or make sarcastic comments."

"Alright, I won't" Brock promised. As they were arrived at the mini-golf. They had a little competition; loser had to do what the winner wanted. And Reba did her best at distracting him. She still wearing the short dress, it was easy. "Could you not stand near the hole?" Brock couldn't focus, if he putted this in, he'll win, if not, it'd be either tie or he'll lose.

"Did I do something wrong? Oops." she dropped her putter and she bent down to get it, and Brock didn't make that putt. "YES!" she won!

"That was unfair! They should make it law, that no short dresses allow in mini-golf." complained Brock walking back to the hotel with Reba. He almost made it, but when she picked up the putter, his heart skipped a beat and hand shook a bit.

"Hey it wasn't my fault that you couldn't focus." Reba smirked

"Adjusting your bra strap when I was trying to focus that was a dirty trick!"

"It wouldn't work if you ain't such a dirty old man!" she said with a laugh. "Any way I'm going for a swim. And I'll tell you what I want later." said Reba walking into the hotel room with two beds, not the honeymoon suite, confirmed to her once again that it was just her fantasy. She went and had a few laps in the swimming pool. Brock kept her company but he didn't join her in the water. Once she was done, she took a shower and was getting ready to sleep. Reba lay flat on her tummy, across the bed facing him. She rested her chin on the back of her hands. Brock glanced over. He must be dreaming last night that he thought she wore pink lingerie. Because she was just wearing her good ol' cotton pyjamas tonight. She stared at him watching TV, Brock could see she was staring at him at the corner of his eyes. He grinned.

"Brock" she called after she noticed the grin

"Hmm?" his eyes still locked on the TV but turned his face over a little, letting her know that she got his attention.

"Would you like to go to Vegas?"

"Sure, since we're halfway anyway, why don't we drive over?" Brock chuckled, but when he glanced at Reba, he stopped "Oh you're not kidding?"

"Forget it then!" Reba pouted

"No No No, Vegas sounds like a good idea, but you do realize that it'd take us two days to drive back home right?" she didn't answer "What makes you feel like going to Vegas?"

"I haven't had a vacation in years. It'd be nice to get away for a few days. But forget it, it's a long drive." she sighed. Brock just grinned. He turned off the TV and sat on the edge of his bed.

"How about we drive back home first and we'll fly to Vegas from home?" Brock suggested. She must start to separate the dream from reality. Brock in her imagination would have jumped at any chance to be with her. "Anyway, I'm still waiting to hear what happened today." he changed the subject.

"Now you promise you're not going to laugh or make a sarcastic remarks." she just wanted to be sure, because when she thought about it, it was pretty girlish, and foolish day dream.

"Scout's honour" said Brock, giving Reba the three-finger salute. He got up and picked up a bottle of water from the fridge. Reba always had bottles of water handy, and she was glad that they had a small fridge in the room.

"Well... it was almost like I saw my... our future..." Reba sheepishly told him.

"Oh really? What did you see?" asked Brock sitting down on his bed, taking a sip of his water.

"We were having a baby" said Reba, making Brock spray the water all over the floor.