This is written from when the imposter thing is still going on... Sheridan thinks he hates her, Luis is still confused.
"All I'm saying is that maybe you shouldn't give up so soon. Talk to Luis, see what he has to say about it." Ivy put her arm around a crying Sheridan. "I don't know, I heard what I heard, and he can't refute that," Sheridan said. "What would be the point?" "I would just hate for a misunderstanding to ruin something that could be great. Alistair has caused so much pain already." "My father? What does he have to do with this? Ivy, is there something you're not telling me?" "Just please, listen to what I said, talk to Luis." Ivy walked towards the door of Sheridan's cottage. "I'll think about it, thanks for the talk." Ivy left Sheridan to pace around her living room. She stopped when she reached the telephone. She picked it up, dialed five numbers, and then slammed it down. "No, what's the point?" She paced around some more, poured a glass of water, then walked back to the phone. She picked it up and dialed seven numbers. "Hello?" Sheridan threw it down. "No, I heard him with my own ears, he's using me. I'm a 'spoiled princess' to him." She continued to stare at the phone. She picked it up again and dialed." "Yes?" "Luis, it's Sheridan." There was no reply so she continued. "I think we should talk." "I'm listening." "We should do this in person. Will you meet me at the park in half an hour?" After a few seconds, Luis replied, "I'll be there." "Okay, I'll see you the--." There was a dial tone. Sheridan took a deep breath then said, "I hope I'm doing the right thing." She grabbed her purse and jacket then headed over to the park. It was empty save a few pigeons, despite the blue sky and penetrating sun. Daffodils which had blossomed a week earlier, after a warm spell, hung their heads from a sudden frost two nights ago. Sheridan sat on a wooden bench and watched the clouds slowly pass overhead. Luis got out of his police cruiser then slowly walked over to Sheridan. He was in uniform. "Hey," he said softly. Sheridan stood up. "I don't understand, Luis." "Understand what?" "How you can appear so sweet and gentle and generous one moment, then a total jerk the next. How is it possible?" "You keep saying this Sheridan, you keep calling me two-faced when I've always been up front with you," Luis said, his voice getting louder. "When haven't I been completely honest with you?" "I heard you Luis." "You heard me? What the hell are you talking about?" "On the docks, you were on the phone, you…" She looked away from him, at the pigeon waking in the daffodil patch. "You called me a spoiled princess, and said that you intended to use the very rich Sheridan Crane. I heard you Luis." "You heard me? You heard me call you a spoiled princess? See now, I knew you were a little 'off', but I never realized you were this nuts." "Don't try to deny it. I saw you, and I heard your voice. I just want to know how long this has been going on. Was it since New Mexico? Or was it after our first date? Or did you have the whole plan worked out before I even arrived in Harmony? Tell me the truth, you at least owe me that much." "The truth?! Sheridan, I never said those things. I told you that I would never use any woman. I thought you understood that. I thought you knew me better than that." Luis turned around and took a step away from her. "Wait, don't leave." Sheridan stepped in front of him. "I heard you. How is it possible that you didn't say those things?" "All I can give you is my word. I have never been less than honest with you. If you can't comprehend that, then there's no use trying to convince you." She took a step towards him. She stared at his police uniform, at his police badge pinned above his chest, and at his hands, which rested on his hips. "I want to believe you, so much." "And what if you do? Am I supposed to act like you never said those things to me?" "I don't know what to say." "When I thought you threw away the compact I gave you, I was hurt, but I confronted you. I asked why you would do that. And then we straightened everything out. But you, you think you heard me call you a 'spoiled princess', and what o you do? You turn around and call me a 'boy toy.'" "You're right, maybe I should have told you what I heard before I assumed the worst." "But it's too late, you already have." Sheridan put her hand on Luis' arm. "I wish we could go back in time. You called me, you told me that you weren't interested in Beth, and-." "And that I liked kissing you, and you-." "I said that I enjoyed kissing you too." Sheridan smiled. "But we can't go back, can we." Sheridan took her hand off Luis' arm. "Then what now?" Luis set his hands on her shoulders, squeezed them once, and then said, "We walk away." Sheridan stood there, speechless, as Luis removed his arms and turned around. She watched him disappear into his police cruiser then drive away. Once alone, she sat back down on the bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried. She remained that way nearly an hour, until some kids showed up with bicycles and Frisbees. They laughed and screamed as they played. A red Frisbee landed in front of Sheridan. She picked it up and walked over to the children. "Here you go," she said, handing it to a little girl with curly red hair. "Thank you," the girl said. "Why are you crying?" "Oh I'm not crying, but thanks for asking." Sheridan smiled. "Yes you are, your eyes are all red. Why are you sad?" "My heart is just hurting a little, that's all." "If your heart is hurting, why don't you go see a doctor?" "I'm afraid that it's not the kind of heartache a doctor can fix." "Then how are you going to make it better?" "I wish I knew," Sheridan said. She turned around and walked to her car then started to drive to her cottage. She neared the turn-off to the Crane estate then turned around. She found herself parked in front of the modest Lopez-Fitzgerald house. Parked in the driveway was a police cruiser. Sheridan got out of her car and walked up to the door. She took a deep breath then knocked three times. Luis opened the door. "How do we make this better?" she said abruptly and rapidly. "Pardon me?" "I want us to fix this, to figure out what's wrong and fix this." Luis stepped aside to let Sheridan in the house. Sheridan sat down on the worn brown and white couch while Luis on the armchair opposite her. "You gave me your word that you never said those things on the deck," she said with a quiver in her voice. "Unless I accept that the man I heard wasn't you, physically, mentally, whatever, we'll never get past this." "You know that I've never asked for anything from you except honesty, that I could never use you. You're right, if you can't accept that, then there's no chance for us." "But if I'm willing to believe that somehow I misunderstood you, that somehow it wasn't you calling me a 'spoiled princess', then you'll have to believe that it wasn't me who slapped you, who called you her 'boy toy.' It was a woman scorned, a woman who has been used more times by men than she can count, a woman who thought that this noble man had betrayed her. Unless you can accept that, then there's no hope for us." "I'd like to just let that go, but I don't know if I can Sheridan." "I wish I could take back what I said to you, but I can't. And I don't know how I heard what I did, but God help me, I believe you when you say it wasn't you." She stood and walked to Luis in his chair. "All I know is that I can't just 'walk away.' It's too late." Luis got out of the chair, and they stood face to face, with only two feet between them. "I don't think I can either," he said, then pulled Sheridan closer and gently kissed her forehead. "You know this will be hard." "It doesn't have to be," she said, smiling, then softly kissed him on the lips. "As long as we're always honest with each other." He grinned. "Okay, honestly, I enjoyed kissing you." Luis wrapped his arms around Sheridan, turned his head, put his lips on hers, and then passionately kissed her. Neither said another word, as if it would spoil this wonderful moment between them Back to Main Page
