Lock Me In Your Heart
Lock Me In Your Heart
By: Heather
This is Heather's first shuis fanfic and
it is amazing! Find out what she has
in store for our favourite duo in this
well written story! Then e-mail
Heather with your comments...
E-mail Heather at:
lil_angel_361@hotmail.com
Sheridan Crane stood over the couch, staring at the breath taking sight
in
front of her. She could hear his rhythmic breathing as he slept, and
she
just stood; watching. He was living with her now, 24 hours a day, 7
days a
week, and although they fought like cats and dogs, she had to admit
that it
hadn’t been so bad. With their fighting set aside, they
actually managed to have decent conversations with each other.
Sheridan glanced at the clock on the end table. The bright red numbers
flashed 2:30 A.M, but surprisingly enough, she wasn’t tired. Luis began
to
shift in his sleep. Sheridan took a sharp breath in, and froze. She
didn’t
want him to know she had been gazing at him like she was. Quietly she
tip-toed back to her room, where she crawled under her blankets, trying
to
get comfortable. She sighed and laid her head on her pillow. Why was he
effecting her like that? She was supposed to hate him --- he was only
using
her. He was worse than Jean Luc, because she had cared about Luis
deeper
than she had ever cared about anyone. He’d challenged her in ways no
one had
before.
In the beginning, they both knew there was an instant attraction
between the
them, though both their ego’s were too big to admit it; so in fighting
their
attraction, they ended up arguing.
Sheridan buried her head in her pillow further, trying to rid her
thoughts
of Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald. Though he was the best looking guy she had
ever
laid eyes on, she knew his personality wasn’t something to be proud of.
Sure, she had warmed up to him - they had even gone on a few dates
together,
and they were all wonderful - but after that
awful night on the wharf, when she had overheard Luis having a
conversation
with someone on his cell phone. Before then, she had thought he was
sweet,
and charming; Lord knows his smile always made her knees go
weak.
Sheridan was snapped back to reality when she heard the sound of
breaking
glass. She groaned, but swung her feet over the side of her bed, and
started
toward the kitchen, where the sound seemed to come from. She stopped
suddenly, when she realized it could be an intruder, or even Roger and
Pierre. Her nerves got to the better of her, and she
rushed into the kitchen, stopping short. Luis was bent over, picking up
pieces of a shattered drinking glass.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sheridan bent down, and began to help him.
Her
hand brushed his, and he looked up, startled.
Standing up, after picking up the final piece, he cleared his throat.
“Uh,
sorry Sheridan, I was thirsty, but I must have been still half asleep,
and I
dropped it. I can buy you a new one if -”
Sheridan cut him off. “Don’t worry about it, I have plenty more of
those, I
break them all the time. I’m such a klutz.” They both smiled at each
other,
holding a gaze longer then either of them intended to.
Taking in a deep breath, Sheridan looked away. “Well, um, are you okay?
I
mean, did you cut yourself on the glass or anything?”
Luis shifted, and started back towards the couch, where he was
sleeping.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay, well then I guess I’ll go back to sleep...”
“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”
Sheridan walked to her room, and before closing her door, she whispered
a
soft goodnight. After tossing and turning, she finally managed to fall
into
a restless sleep full of shattered dreams and broken hearts.
~*~*~
Sheridan could feel the sun beating down on her through her window.
With her
eyes still closed, she stretched and yawned. Squinting at the
brightness of
the sun, she glanced at her alarm clock. 11:00! Sheridan thought
to
herself. I never sleep in this late. Then again,
I don’t usually stay up at all hours of the night staring at gorgeous
men,
now do I? After showering and dressing, she emerged into the Living
Room. Noticing it was empty, she wandered into the kitchen, and found
Luis
sipping a cup of coffee and reading that morning’s newspaper. “Hey,”
she
said softly, sitting across from him.
He looked up tiredly and smiled. “Hey.”
Sheridan started at him with concern. “Are you okay? You don’t look so
good.”
“Ahhh, what a nice way to boost someone’s confidence,” he said
jokingly.
Sheridan smiled lightly. “I’m serious! You look really tired.”
Luis shrugged. “I had a hard time falling asleep after I woke up and
broke
your glass. Sorry about that. I must’ve woken you up too.”
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “I wasn’t asleep anyway. I guess I
had a
lot on my mind.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Sheridan blushed a light pink. Luis couldn’t know she was thinking
about
him. “Nope! So, um, anymore coffee left?”
Luis noticed her sudden change of subject, but he let it go. “Yeah,
there’s
some more in the pot.”
Sheridan got up and poured herself a mug. Maybe some caffeine would
take her
thoughts off Luis. Although it was scolding her tounge, she gulped the
coffee down in merly minutes, and sighed. She would be
drinking a lot of coffee if she wanted her thoughts off him.
Luis stared at her strangely. “You must have some pretty heavy things
on
your mind,” he commented.
Sheridan’s eyebrows furrowed as she sent him a questioning glance.
“What do
you mean?”
“Well, you just downed that coffee in practically two seconds, and you
had
this faraway look on your face.” He glanced at her, his eyes showing
concern. “Are you sure your okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Promise?”
Sheridan finished gulping her second cup of coffee, put her dish in the
sink, and headed towards the closet. “Promise! Come here, I want to
show you
something.”
Luis got up, and put down his newspaper. “Yes ma’am,” he replied,
following
her down the hallway. Sheridan opened the storage room door, and stood
on
her tip-toes, reaching for something. After finding what she was
looking
for, she closed the door, and retrieved to the living room, where she
sat on
the couch. She patted the seat next to her, motioning for Luis to sit
beside
her.
She held an object out to him, and he took it in his hands. It was a
silver
heart-shaped locket. “You wanted to show me a necklace?” He asked her,
confused.
“It’s not just a necklace, Luis, open it!” she urged him.
Luis fumbled with the clasp for a minute until he finally managed to
open
it. When he saw what was inside, he smiled softly. He was staring at
two
pictures; one of a younger Sheridan and one of a younger Luis. “Who
gave
this to you?” he asked.
“Pilar gave it to me when I turned seven, for my birthday. She said it
meant
a lot to her, because we were both her ‘little angels’, as she called
us.
She thought I would like it. I don’t wear it, but every so often, I’ll
take
it down, and just stare at it. It’s one of my most
prized possessions.”
Luis smiled at her. “You still look the same, except your hair is
longer.”
Sheridan fingered her blonde hair. “Yeah, well...long hair isn’t really
becoming of me
so...”
“I think it looks good,” Luis assured her, as he stared at the
pictures.
Sheridan blushed slightly and started at her hands. “Um, well, I
thought you
might like to see that, considering your picture was in there too. I
must
admit, you were a cute little guy. What happened to you?”
Luis laughed, and pretended to be offended. “Awe come on, Sheridan, I
know
you think I’m sexy,” he said, winking.
Sheridan laughed. “You wish.” She gently took the locket from his
hands, and
went to her bedroom, where she placed it on her nightstand. When she
turned
around, she saw Luis leaning on her doorframe.
She smiled slightly at him. “Okay, so your kind of good
looking.”
“Kind of? That’s not what other girls say,” he replied with a smug look
on
his face.
Sheridan smirked. “Oh is that so?”
He nodded, smiling, but suddenly his face got serious, and he shut her
bedroom door. “Sheridan, we need to talk,” he said, sitting on the edge
of
her bed, “about why you suddenly turned on me.”
Sheridan began to get up, but Luis grabbed her wrist. “Please,
Sheridan. I
want to know what I did that was so awful that you slapped me. I
thought
things were going great
between us.”
“So did I,” Sheridan replied coolly.
“So then what happened? Tell me...please Sheridan, I’m begging
you.”
Sheridan sighed as her eyes clouded over, remember the awful words he
had
said.
...I intend to use that spoiled princess for my own ends...
....her family has used and abused my family for years....
Sheridan stared at Luis for a minute, holding his gaze. Finally she
couldn’t
take it anymore. Warm tears began to trickle down her cheeks; she
couldn’t
help it. Even though he had used her, she couldn’t help but love him.
If she
hadn’t heard him on the wharf herself, she never would have believed
that
this caring, gentle man could ever do
anything to hurt her - to hurt anyone.
Letting out a shaky breath in frustration, she sat down beside Luis on
her
bed. “I heard you on the wharf, Luis,” she finally uttered to him. “I
heard
everything you said to... whoever it was you were talking
to.”
Confusion flashed in Luis’ eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“Luis, don’t deny it, please, it will only make things worse. Why can’t
you
just fess up to what you said?”
“But I honestly don’t know what your talking about!” He protested,
throwing
his hands in the air, exasperated.
“Why can’t you just admit it?” Sheridan asked, her voice raising. “Are
you
trying to break my heart all over again?”
They stared at each other for a moment, before Sheridan turned on her
heal,
slamming the door behind her, leaving a confused Luis gazing after her.
Sheridan grabbed her coat and purse, and headed up to the Crane
mansion. She
hugged her arms closer to her body as she walked up the path. It was
very
cold out for a summer day. Rain clouds were seen in the sky, that
looked
like they were going to spill at any
minute.
Finally she reached her destination, and opened the front door, just as
it
started raining. She searched for Ethan in every place she could think
of -
she really needed someone to talk to - but couldn’t find him anywhere.
Finally, she decided to check Julian’s study.
The door was slightly ajar when she approached it, and she could hear
Julians voice speaking; it seemed as though he was having an important
conversation. Sheridan was about to leave, when she heard her name.
“But father,” Julian dragged out, “I don’t not need to get rid
of the
mask. What if we need to use it again? Knowing Sheridan, she’s fallen
for
Low-life Fitzgerald all over again.”
“Julian, throw out the Luis mask immediatly, do you hear me?”
Julian let out a slow, drunken sigh. “Yes father,” he slurred. “I still
can’t believe Sheridan thought that goody-two-shoes cop would actually
use
her. That imposter must have done a better job than I thought. It’s a
good
thing Sheridan showed up at the wharf when she did, otherwise, who
knows
what could be happening.” He laughed. “Heavens, her and Luis would
probably
be married by now,” he drawled.
Imposter? Sheridan thought to herself, her eyes flashing. I
can’t
believe what a fool father and Julian have played me
for!
Sheridan threw open the door to his study, hands on her hips. “Well,
Julian, you have some explaining to do.”
Julian jumped at her voice. The mask was lying on his face. Frightened,
he
threw it, and it landed inches from her feet. Sheridan picked it up
gingerly, and stared at it for a few moments. Finally she spoke.
“Bravo,
Julian. You must be oh-so proud of yourself. You
fooled me.” Her voice was an even, cold voice, Julian had heard many
times,
while having conversations with her sister. They often got in fights,
rather
than having decent conversations.
Sheridan tossed the mask back to Julian, and walked out of his study,
slamming the door behind her. Her lips trembled, but she willed herself
not
to cry. Luis must hate me right now, she thought to herself.
She rushed to the front door, and threw it open. I have to
apologize to
him. I have to tell him about the imposter, I have to tell him I’m
sorry!
She ran as fast as she could down the path to her cottage, but
something
stood in her way, and she smacked into it, causing her to fall on the
ground. Strong arms enveloped her waist, pulling her back to her feet.
Sheridan pulled back, and was staring into the eyes of Luis. Tears
started
to fall onto her cheeks. She threw her arms around him forcefully. “I’m
sorry,” she wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
Luis hesitantly put his arms around her, pulling her closer to her. The
rain
was coming down in buckets now, drenching them both, but neither of
them
cared.
“What are you sorry for?” his husky voice sounded in her ear.
“For everything!” she cried. “For accusing you of...things that you
didn’t
do! I should have known, I should have realized you wouldn’t do that.”
Luis could tell she was hysterical, so he picked her trembling body up
in
his arms, and carried her back to the cottage to sleep. By the time he
got
to her bed, and changed her out of her wet clothes into a pair of
pajamas,
she had already fallen asleep.
Hours later, Sheridan woke up. Her mouth felt dry and parched, and her
eyes
felt swollen from her tears she cried earlier. Was that all a
dream?
she wondered to herself. Glancing to her nightstand, she saw her
locket, and
grasped it tightly in her hands for a moment. Finally, she lifted it,
and
lowered it around her neck. Stumbling into the
bathroom, she brushed her teeth, and stared at her reflection in the
mirror.
She looked awful, but she didn’t care. She had to talk to Luis.
She found him in the living room, lying on the couch, staring up at the
ceiling. “Luis,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
Luis looked over in her direction, and rushed to her side. “Sheridan!
Are
you okay?”
She nodded her head. “I’m fine...but I need you to know
something.”
They sat on the couch, facing each other. Sheridan cleared her throat
and
began to speak. “After our...kiss, on the wharf, I went home and you
called
me. After we hung up, I decided to surprise you, so I went back to the
wharf, only you...well, who I thought was you, was talking on his cell
phone. And they said some pretty awful things about me, but
what I didn’t know...was that Alistar and Julian had hired someone to
impersonate you...”
Luis stared at her, confused. “I don’t really understand what your
saying.”
Sheridan took a deep breath, and took one of his hands. “My father and
brother, for some reason, didn’t want us to be together, so they hired
someone to pretend to be you, so I would ‘accidentally’ her him
talking...bad things about me. And,” she said, as tears started to
flow,
“me, being stupid me, believed it was actually you. And then... I
slapped
you.” Sheridan brought her hand up to his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so
sorry.”
Luis sat there for a minute, taking everything in that she had said.
Finally, he said, “It’s okay, Sheridan. I forgive you. I would have
reacted
the same way if I were you.”
Sheridan breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed into Luis’ arms,
exhausted. “Thank god,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I would have
done
if I had lost your...friendship.”
Luis put his index finger under her chin, and brought her face up so
she was
looking at him. “Hey... you’ll never, ever loose me.”
Sheridan smiled slightly and nodded. “Good.”
She held his gaze for a moment. Slowly, he lowered his head, and
brushed his
lips against hers. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes, before
leaning
down again, and kissing her, this time passionately.
After a moment, the two pulled away breathlessly. “I love you,
Sheridan,”
Luis murmured, kissing her again.
Sheridan pulled away long enough to say the words she had been wanting
to
say for so long. “I love you too, Luis. Always.”THE END