Later, they both agreed to snuggle on the couch listening
to some good music. Luis sat propped against the arm of the couch, his left leg on the couch and his right dangling
over the side. Sheridan was between his legs, her back to his chest and his arms were wrapped around her. He sighed;
this was his favorite time of day and definitely his favorite ritual. Every night, when nothing more pressing was
planned, they would tune into AKIS FM and snuggle on the couch. After all, it was thanks to Theresa and this station
that they had each other.
"Here’s a new one from Jane French called Imagine.
This little lady is destined to go far…so for the lovers out there, he’s the song for you."
Sweet stings began to play and the light voice of the singer began.
Your lips on mine,
And it takes my breath away.
What it would feel like to be the one
In your arms and in your dreams.
They say we come from two
Completely different worlds,
But anyone can see that they’re wrong.
When I’m with you I feel blessed,
Safe and precious
To know you is a gift from above
Imagine if we fell in love.
Sheridan looked up at Luis and smiled slightly, pecking
his lips softly. "This could be our song," she whispered as they kissed again. It definitely fit their
situation and she was sure this was for them. It was almost as if she had written these words herself to describe
their situations. Sure they weren’t from the same world, but they had fallen in love and nothing would ever change
how she felt about him. Not even the imposter had managed to destroy the love she felt.
Your hands in mine
And I can feel the butterflies.
What it would sound like to hear you say
That you’ll love me ‘til you die
You saved my life in more ways
Than you will ever know
When I see you I feel like I’m home
When I’m with you I feel at peace
I am complete
To know you is a gift from above
Imagine if we fell in love
~*~Jane French "Imagine"~*~
He hugged her close and whispered in her ear, "Do
you feel butterflies when we touch?"
"Not anymore," she replied. "It feels more like electricity. A shock runs through my veins and warms
me to the core. Do you feel the same?"
"Mmm," he replied. "I’ve never felt like the before about anyone, Sheridan. It’s almost as if I’ve
found the other half of myself. I love you."
"Love you too," she closed her eyes to savor the feel of being in his arms.
"Tired, baby?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.
"A little," she yawned and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
"Why don’t you head off to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be in later," Luis rubbed her arms.
"I don’t want to go to bed without you, Luis," she replied softly, already falling asleep in his arms.
He smiled and slid out from behind her and laying her back gently. Once ready, he lifted her from the couch and
walked into the bedroom. She snuggled against his chest, her arms around his neck.
"Need some help getting changed?" he asked, placing her on the bed gently.
"Mmm," she mumbled, curling into a fetal position half asleep.
Luis laughed softly and searched for the nightgown she had been wearing the night before. He wasn’t surprised that
it was under the bed after their lovemaking the night before and that morning. Fighting laughter, he picked it
up and decided that she couldn’t wear it again. "I guess I’ll have to find you a clean one," he sighed,
looking at all the drawers. "On second thought, I’ll get you one of my shirts," he walked out into the
living room and got her one of his T-shirts.
When he returned, Sheridan was fast asleep and Luis smiled. She looked so peaceful like that. Carefully, he undressed
her and slid his shirt over her head. Afterwards, he tucked her beneath the sheets and kissed her cheek, whispering
goodnight as he left the room.
Luis sat down in one of the large overstuffed blue chairs and sighed. He was in love, absolutely in love. The thought
of anything ever happening to Sheridan chilled him to the bone and he swore he would never let anything happen
to her. His love for her was the one thing that kept him going every day and he swore that one day he would marry
her. Closing his eyes, he saw the way she looked today it the Book Café, her cheeks wet with tears. He had
felt horrible that he made her cry; what a jerk he had been.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the ceiling and smiled. Sheridan was a beautiful woman and meant the world to him.
He loved the way she looked in everything, especially right now in his shirt. She looked like an angel when she
slept and he often caught himself watching her sleep before they became a couple. In fact, he had watched her almost
every night. Slowly, the wear of the day caused him to fall asleep and in no time, he was dreaming of her.
Sheridan rolled over seeking the warmth of Luis’ arms. She was surprised when she turned up empty. Opening her
eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock; it was just after one. Looking around, she noticed that his part of the bed
was still tucked beneath the pillows. Furrowing her brow, she got up and headed for the kitchen to get a drink,
noticing that she was wearing his shirt. That’s when she spotted him in the chair, fast asleep.
She smiled and walked over to him. Looking down, she watched him sleep, his head fallen to the side and his mouth
parted slightly. He looked so peaceful that she was afraid to wake him, but she missed him in bed. "Luis,
darling, wake up," she touched his arm.
"Mm," he moved slightly, but stayed asleep.
Sheridan giggled and tried again, shaking him slightly. "Luis, baby, come to bed."
"Sleeping," he groaned.
Bending over, Sheridan kissed his lips to wake him. This time, not only did he wake, but responded as well. He
pulled her into his lap and kissed her passionately, only pulling back later to take a breath. "Now there’s
a way to wake up," he smirked, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I agree. Care to come to bed with me, darling?" she stood and offered her hand to him.
"Yea, I meant to join you before, but I dozed off," he looked at her in his shirt and smiled. "God,
you’re beautiful," his eyes traced her body. She blushed.
"Come on, I’m tired," she pulled him up. His arms immediately circled her waist.
"I love you, Sheridan Crane," he kissed her neck.
"I love you too, Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald," she replied, hugging him. "Thanks for the shirt,"
"You’re welcome," he smirked. "I won’t ever be able to wear it again without thinking of you in
it," he looked at the gray shirt she was wearing. "I’ve never seen anyone look better."
She looked away, her face bright red. "Luis!"
"Sheridan," he smiled and swept her into his arms. "I don’t think I’m tired anymore, in fact, I
think I could use some TLC."
"Oh really," she grinned, as she clutched his neck. Suddenly, she wasn’t too sleepy either. She kissed
his neck and nibbled on his ear, driving him wild with his need for her. "You know," she whispered seductively
into his ear, "I’m not feeling very tired either…perhaps I should take care of my Robocop first."
"Sounds like a plan," he replied, laying her gently on the bed. Just as he kneeled on the bed, he heard
a loud bang outside and stopped. "What was that?"
"Forget about it. It was probably the wind blowing something over," she pulled him down to her and kissed
him. The breaking of glass in the living room made them both stop.
"Get into the closet and don’t come out unless you hear me, understand?"
"Luis?" terror was in her eyes and voice. She clung to him, refusing to let him go.
"Just do it, Sheridan," he kissed her cheek and leaned over to her nightstand where his gun was hidden
in the drawer. "I’ll call you baby…don’t come out unless you hear me call you baby."
She nodded. "Be careful," she whispered as she crawled into the closet. "Please be careful."
"I plan on it," he replied, closing the closet door and creeping into the living room. Peering around
the corner, he noticed the figure dressed in black lurking around the living room. Slowly, the man approached the
hall where Luis stood. Then, he spoke into a walkie-talkie, "Are you in position?"
"Yes," the reply was masked in static. "I do not see the cop."
Luis paused; the second voice was definitely French, even through the static he could tell that. The first voice,
however, sounded familiar. Looking around, he tried to determine where the second voice could be coming from…where
he could be if he couldn’t see Luis. "Damn," he grumbled, "he’s got to be outside the bedroom!"
CRASH! He froze. "Sheridan!" Luis ran into the bedroom in time to catch another man head for the closet.
"Zut alors," the man froze in his steps. "Abort!" he yelled into the walkie-talkie. Luis could
hear the other man heading his way. The one in front of him had his gun ready to fire.
"Drop your gun," Luis said to the man before him. For Sheridan’s sake he had to hold them off until his
back up arrived.
"No, you drop yours," a male voice instructed from behind him. He could hear a gun cock and knew it was
over. He dropped his gun to the floor.
"Tie him up," the French man instructed. "I will get our little friend."
The man behind Luis nodded and removed some rope from his bag. Shoving Luis into Sheridan’s vanity chair, he secured
him tightly facing the bed, despite Luis’ constant struggle. The other man pulled Sheridan from the closet and
threw her on the bed. Luis struggled continued, harder than before.
"Hand me the rest," he demanded and put out one hand. The American threw some rope to his partner and
watched as he secured Sheridan to the bed. She began to cry.
"Damn it, let her go!" Luis screamed and pulled against the ropes that secured him.
"Oh now, we have plans for the American Princess," the Frenchman replied, caressing her cheek. "But
they will be delayed for a bit of fun," his hand left her cheek, traveled down her neck and across her chest.
She struggled and sobbed.
"Luis," she cried.
"Hold on, Sheridan, just hold on baby," Luis tried to soothe her. "I’m right here."
"Not for long, mon ami," the man touching Sheridan growled. "You’ll be alive just long enough to
watch your love belong to another man…and then she will live long enough to watch you die."
Sheridan was terrified. She struggled with all her might against the ropes that bound her to the bed. There was
no way she would belong to these men and she refused to let them kill her precious Luis. "No, never,"
"You can fight all you want," the man continued. "But you will give in…we will have you."
Luis watched the man remove a knife from his pocked and cut the gray shirt from Sheridan’s body. Once removed,
the man bent his head to suckle on her ample breasts. Sheridan cried and fought, trying her damndest to get out
of the ties. The man’s knife continued its path downward and cut the panties from between her legs, leaving her
nude and shaking.
"NO!" Luis growled, pulling on the ropes until they cut into his wrists. "Sheridan!"
The man continued to bathe Sheridan in kisses while Luis and his partner watched. He was oblivious to Sheridan’s
tears and Luis’ anger. Instead, he was on a mission to have Sheridan Crane before he killed her.
"Yo man, let’s just do the job we were sent to do before his backup arrives," the American pleaded, looking
around for movement.
"Do not worry, my friend. His backup will not be here until it is too late."
"I ain’t waiting to find out. Either you kill them now or I’m leaving you here alone."
"Then leave!" he looked up from Sheridan’s body. "I am not passing up this chance."
The first man stormed off and Luis could hear the front door open and close as he exited. Now things were a bit
more even. All he had to do now was break free and he could save Sheridan.
The man kissing Sheridan stopped long enough to undo his belt. "It is time, mon cher. You will enjoy a real
man before your demise."
"No," she struggled harder. "LUIS!"
"GET OFF OF HER!" Luis screamed, again pulling at the ropes. He was surprised when one actually broke.
Untying the remaining ropes from his body, he began to take action. Spotting his gun on the floor, he carefully
crept to it. Sweeping it into his hand, he stood and cocked the gun. "I said get off of her and damn it I
The man froze, realizing Luis was a lot closer than he was before. He also knew that this man was not only angry,
but also jealous and wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him in the back.
"I won’t ask again," Luis said through clenched teeth. "Get off of her or I will make you get off."
He removed himself from Sheridan and stood before Luis, his hands away from his body. "Congratulations, my
friend, you managed to get free."
"Luis?" a familiar voice said from behind him.
"Hal," Luis didn’t take his eyes off of the Frenchman. "Take our friend here into custody…for the
attempted rape and premeditated attempted murder of Sheridan Crane."
Hal nodded and walked up to the man, cuffing him and allowing Luis to read his rights. Luis waited until Hal escorted
him out and then rushed to Sheridan. The second he touched her, she cringed.
"It’s me, sweetheart," Luis whispered, trying to placate her. "It’s me."
"Luis?" she was sobbing.
"Yea, baby, and I’m going to untie you now."
She nodded and Luis carefully untied her. Immediately, she crawled into his arms and clung to him tightly. Rocking
her in his arms, he cried along with her wishing for once they could be happy without any troubles. "I’ve
got you baby."
"Oh god, Luis," she cried. "He…he…"
"I know, sweetie, I know…I’m so sorry…I’m so very sorry," he wrapped his arms around her tightly, rubbing
her back. The held each other close that night until their tears caused them to fall asleep, as fitful as it was.
Many times she woke crying and struggling and Luis merely held her and spoke loving words until she calmed. He
swore then and there to catch the men after Sheridan and make them pay for everything they were doing to her. By
time the sun rose, he was asleep, but his anger would never rest.