Chapter 3

Over the next few days, Megan did not run into Jon since they didn’t have the same schedules, but she thought maybe Jon could use a taste of what life was really about...Life. Not just glamour, groupies, booze and whatever else. She had a mare due to foal any minute and thought it would be a good experience for Jon. If he would even come with her.

Megan came out of the stall, having just checked on the mare, and said to Ed, her foaling attendant, "Ed, she should be OK for a bit. I need to go up to the big house for a few. I have me radio on me if you need me."

"OK Meg," Ed said as he sat down on a small bench just outside the stall.

It was late as she made her way up to his room. Megan didn't see Jon right away, as the room was dark, but she started to move into the room towards the bed. 

"Jon?" She said softly. All of a sudden she felt arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground, hot breath on her face, reeking of booze.

Jon, who had been drinking, so used to doing that with the band, didn't realize that Megan, who had just come into the room, wasn't a groupie and he wasn't in a hotel room. 

"Baby, what took you so long? Where are your friends?" The Jon slurred, as he placed his arms around the soft, warm body that just came into his room

She could feel the bed against the back of her legs. Jon must not be aware of what he was doing and quite frankly she was a bit afraid. He kept trying to kiss her and she kept turning her head. She pushed hard against Jon's chest, but he was too strong. He had managed to lay her down on the bed with him on top of her. His lips managed to make contact a couple of times. Not that some small part of her wasn't thrilled that Jon Bon Jovi, the rock star, was kissing her, but she would not be taken this way.

"Jon. It's Megan. Please stop." She was still pushing, struggling to get out from under him.

Jon grabbed her hand and forced it to his crotch "Come on, Baby, do me," he said, trying to get her to rub his crotch.

Megan hated to hurt him but she grabbed his crotch....Hard. 

"Fucking bitch," he screamed and rolled off her. 

Megan wasn't about to find out if he was OK or not, and ran out of the room, out of the house, and back to the barn.

Jon holding his crotch, finally passed out, too drunk to get back up.

A little shaken up, she sat at her desk in the barn, trying to catch her breath.  Meg didn't think Jon was like that sober, but decided it might be a good idea to stay out of his way for awhile. She checked in with Ed one more time before taking off to her cottage.

Jon woke up with the sun shining through the windows, his head pounding. That wasn't so unusual but the fact that his balls hurt was. What happened? He thought he had dreamed of a girl named Megan, but maybe he did something bad, something he couldn't remember.

Getting up, Jon sat at the edge of the bed, looking down he noticed some brown hairs on the bed next to me. Oh...God....it WAS Megan, he thought, NOT some groupie. He hoped he didn't hurt her, but the way his balls felt he didn't think so.

Jon vowed right then to stop drinking. He needed to do some serious apologizing. Looking at the clock he saw it was about the same time as that first day and hoped he could catch her down at that field. So he cleaned himself up and went downstairs. Jon found Maggie in the kitchen.

"Jonnie. Sit. Eat," Maggie said.

"Maggie, can I pass on that? I'll eat later," he said hopefully, trying to get away fast to avoid any questions.

"Boy, you haven't eaten since yesterday," Maggie replied suspiciously.

"I know. I'll eat later, I promise. Can I have a couple carrots?" Jon asked as innocently as possible.

"Oh, so that's how it is," Maggie said, as she pointed a couple carrots at him, looking him in the eye, "hurt her, Boyo, and you will not be able to escape my wrath." And then she slapped the carrots into his hand for emphasis.

Jon gave her one of his million dollar smiles and said on the way out the door, "Don't worry Maggie, I won't."

Chapter 2

Megan had Jonboy going at a good clip around the clearing, with the inside to their left, then turning coming up the middle. Jonboy saw him first, his head coming up, his pace slowing. She leaned back, pulled on his mane and they came to a stop.

Jon thought to himself, it was just like a storybook...a girl and her horse. The horse was black with this long white streak down the side of it’s face. And tall or at least he thought so, his head was even with the horse’s back. But what he found a bit disconcerting was her stare, and the fact that she wasn't close enough for him to see her eyes, so he couldn’t tell if it was because she was a fan and would attack him, or if she found him attractive and would get all drippy on him. 

After the last four years of touring, cynicism was his middle name. Having groupies and females , paparazzi, or just about everyone in the record industry after his money or his body, he always thought the worst first. He became tense in anticipation and, dammit, sick to his stomach. Something he hated, but couldn't help these days. She just sat there...well he could wait.

Well, Megan thought, as she pushed a few strands her hair back behind her ears, there he was in the flesh...Jon Bon Jovi, lead singer of Bon Jovi, looking like he does in his pictures. Damn, if he wasn't better looking in person. Film could not capture his aura. She could feel it, this pull she couldn't explain, even the hairs on her arms were standing on end. She didn't think it had to do with his fame, her heart and soul felt something. She must have been transferring her feelings to Jonboy, because he started fidgeting, becoming restless.

Megan dismounted and patted the big horse’s shoulder, whispering. Jonboy calmed down. She walked up to Jon and held out her hand to introduce herself and he physically took a step back. Lowering her hand back down for a minute she looked him in the eye, first seeing how bloodshot they were, but further scrutiny showed a bleakness, he was hurting. She had heard from Gramps that Jon hadn't been doing good lately. Jon seemed to recover and a curtain came over his eyes, shutting out his feelings. He finally shook her hand that she offered a second time. 

"My name is Megan. You must be Jon. Your Grandfather said you were coming," she said, trying to be friendly and non threatening.

Jon let go of her hand, searching her eyes. He didn't see any threat, no coyness, no deceit. "Megan," he said slowly, reaching into his back pocket for the carrots, "these must be for you."

Megan took the carrots and said, "That Maggie." She gave the carrots to Jonboy, watching as his big teeth broke up the carrots. "Jon, I know you just got here but I need to go back. Can you walk with me or did you want to stay here?" she asked.

"I'll walk back," Jon said tiredly.

They walked back in companionable silence. Megan sensed Jon needed the quiet, not a bunch of questions and jabbering. 

Jon asked suddenly, "How come your horse has a white streak down the side of his face instead of the front of his face?"

Meg answered, "It is really unusual huh? He was in a barn fire. The side of his face was burned. When the hair grew back, it grew back white."

"Wow. He is lucky to still be here. I'm glad he is ok."

"Me too."

When they got to the main barn, Meg said, "Well, here we are. I have to go, so I'll see you later."

"Bye," Jon said watching her walk away, thinking this was the kind of woman he should get to know. Megan was a breath of fresh air. He was hoping she would turn back one more time, but she didn't. Sighing, he turned and walked back to the house.

Jon walked back into the house through the back door, his boots clicking on the tile floor. He was tired and headed to his bedroom.

"Jon, " Maggie called out.

He stopped. 

"Did you find Megan OK?"

"I did. Maggie I am going to go lay down. I am really tired." 

"OK. Well if you get hungry there is always something edible in the fridge."

"Thank you." And with that he walked off to his room.

Maggie watched him go. Then she shook her head and took off to other parts of the house that needed her attention.

The minute Meg hit the barn her time was not her own and she didn't give Jon a second thought.

Chapter 1

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There he was, Jon Bon Jovi, rock star extraordinaire, standing here in the middle of nowhere. Slightly turning, he watched the taxi speed off down the road. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the long dark blond strands, and letting out a big sigh. He was so tired, burnt out, mad and frustrated that he could hardly move. They had been on the road for so long, he had forgotten what solid ground felt like. Now they had all gone their separate ways. He thought back to the sign he had read on the way in. It had said "Hopeful Farm”. He certainly didn’t feel very hopeful.

His grandfather bred race horses and had said to come stay with him. It was quiet on the farm and no one would bother him. His grandfather said that he would be out of town, so Jon would have the place to himself. It was a huge place. A few people were here though. He knew there was at least a housekeeper because she had shown him to a private wing of the house.

Jon had picked up the lone bag he had brought with him and walked slowly up to the front door of the house. He knocked.

A tiny woman answered the door. Her slightly graying red hair was escaping her bun.

“Hello?” She said, as she opened the door, her Irish brogue as strong as a mug of Guiness. When she fully opened the door, she looked up at him. She barely made it to his chest. “Ah, Mr Bon Jovi. You are finally here. We have been expecting you.” She moved to the side so he could come through the door. “My name is Maggie. Tired ye are, I’m sure. Let me show you to your room.” Continuing the one sided conversation, she said, "I know. I get that look all the time, but don't let my short stature fool you. I'm short on the outside, tall on the inside."

“Maggie. Just call me Jon,” he said, as an afterthought, following this tiny, overly cheerful woman.

Upon reaching a suite of rooms, she opened a door and stepped in, looking around to make sure everything looked perfect.

“Mr Bon Jovi. Jon. Here ye are. This room has it’s own fully equipped bathroom. And through those doors is a living room with TV and a variety of electronics.”

With very little enthusiasm, Jon replied, “Thank you Maggie. I’m sure it will be very nice.”

“Alright then. I’ll be going. If you need anything, holler.” And just that quick, she was gone.

Jon had been roaming the house for hours now, trying to unwind, having just come off their last tour. It was about four in the morning and he had made his way back to his room, having found a bottle of something in his grandfather’s study and had drank about half of it. With his mind finally slowing down, he laid down and passed out.

Since the main house was far enough away from the barns, he didn't hear any of the day's noise and goings on. Megan came up to the house to see what Maggie was making for dinner. She was starved, not having eaten since early this morning.

"Maggie," she yelled coming through the mud room at the back of the main house, changing out of her boots and into some slip-ons. "What's for dinner. I'm hungry." Megan fiddled with her shoulder length hair, but nothing was going to make it any tidier than it was.

Maggie, coming through the double swinging doors at the other end of the kitchen, said, "Hush or you'll be waking Himself." Megan thought Maggie's brogue was getting stronger and her hair a little grayer, but no matter, she was her best friend and an amazing cook. Walking over to the stove to stir whatever was in the pot, she grumbled, "You'll be having stew."

Meggie walked up to sniff the smells coming from the pot. "HHhhhmmm. Smells good as always, Maggie," she said. Then catching Maggie's gaze, "So he's here?" she whispered, somewhat breathlessly.

"Aye,” she said quietly. She looked around, then whispered, “And never a more lost soul will ye ever see.”

Megan walked over to the table, thinking about Jon. Gramps had said his grandson had become famous. She had met him once when they were kids, had even developed a small crush at the beginning, but as she got older, hadn't really thought about him. Too busy, she guessed. Oh well, Megan sat and ate her dinner. Between bites, she chatted with Maggie. "I am going to take Jonboy out after I eat, for our one on one."

"OK. How are things down at the big barn?"

"Good. It should be a quiet night. No mares due to foal, so I may actually get some sleep." I got up, rinsed my dishes, and gave Maggie a hug.

"Now you and that horse be careful," Maggie admonished.

"We will, Maggie. We are just going to the meadow," I said lightly, everything else already forgotten, as I made my way to Jonboy’s enclosure.

Jon woke up, still tired, eyes gritty. There was a clock next to the bed that said 4pm. Wow. He had slept 12 hours, but felt like he could use another three days. Now would be the time he would start getting up for a show, so he got up took a shower, dressed and went downstairs. Following his nose and stomach, Jon managed to find the kitchen. Passing through a set of double doors from the dining room, he walked into a huge beautiful kitchen. Jon guessed it would have to be big, my grandfather loved food. There was a woman puttering around the kitchen, cleaning.

Maggie looked up and said, "Mr. Bon Jovi. It's good to see you up. Are you finding everything OK? Is there anything I can get you?"

"Maggie? Right?" he asked walking slowly towards a large kitchen dining table.

"Yes sir."

"Maggie, please, no sir, just Jon."

"Alright Jon. Sit. Let me get you something to eat."

Jon sat down and Maggie set a bowl of stew in front of him with some cornbread and milk. 

"Everything OK Jon? If you don't like the stew I can get you something else?" Maggie asked.

Jon just stared at the food, hungry, yet all he really wanted was a bottle of something stronger than milk, replied, "No. It's fine. I just can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal."  Jon forced himself to eat something without throwing up.

Maggie moved around the kitchen keeping an eye on Jon. That boy looked in bad shape. Mr B said Jon was here to rest and re cooperate, but she thought he needed something to do to get his mind off his troubles and the matchmaker in her thought Megan would be good for him. Tired of watching him pick at his food, Maggie handed him a couple of carrots and a cup of coffee and said, "Jon? Can you take these to Megan? I forgot to give these to her earlier." She thought for a second he was going to refuse, like it was beneath his rock star status, but he must have been too tired to argue. She saw his eye were bloodshot, and suspected he had been drinking.

Jon stood up. "Thank you for the food," he said.

"You're welcome Jon. Now if you go out the back door. you'll see a path straight ahead. Follow that and it will take you to Megan," Maggie said.

Jon looked at the coffee. At least it was stronger than milk. Standing up he looked at Maggie, who was looking at him, with eyebrow raised, daring him to refuse. He wondered if she could read his mind. Well, maybe the clean air and a walk will help. He didn't even know who this Megan person was. The path turned out to be a well maintained dirt road, with huge tall trees on either side, making a canopy that went along the whole road, making his walk shady and cool. After a good 10 minutes, he came to the end of the lane. It looked like the path narrowed and he had to pass through some overgrown bushes.

Coming out at the other end he saw a big meadow. It was beautiful here, he thought. Serene. Knee high grass, dotted with wildflowers. Not seeing anyone right away, Jon thought he had the wrong spot, but just then a horse and rider came into view. They had come into the clearing to his right, circling around, then came down the middle like they were coming straight at him. He raised his arm to take a drink of coffee and the horse slowed, having seen him. The rider sat back causing the horse to stop. She sat there on the horse, both of them looking at him.