Love in Danger
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They belong to JER, NBC, and Passions. I’m just borrowing them for awhile! *
From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
Love in Danger ~ A Kaguel fic
Kay watched in horror as snakes—dozens and dozens of them—crawled all over the floor and practically every flat
surface in her father’s backyard shed, and felt herself start to tremble with dread. Where did they come from?
she wondered silently. And how had she not noticed them until now?
She could feel Miguel’s breath on the back of her neck, and she snuggled even further into his arms. Any other
time she would have been ecstatic to have his arms around her, but not this time. This time she was too paralyzed
with fear to worry about anything else. She had never been so frightened in her life…she was so scared she could
Suddenly, she saw a snake begin to slither up the legs of the chair, his eyes glistening in the dim light. She
let out a terrified scream and pressed herself even closer to Miguel.
"What is it, Kay?" he asked, his voice cracking despite his efforts to sound calm.
"A snake," she shrieked, pointing to the spot where she had seen the snake.
Miguel grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a pillow, and attempted to knock the snake off the chair.
He kept one comforting arm around Kay as he did so, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief when the snake fell
onto the floor and slithered away.
"That was close," she whimpered, closing her eyes and trying to collect herself.
"Too close," Miguel agreed, pulling her closer.
"Are we going to die, Miguel?" she asked softly, looking up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears at
the thought, and they escaped before she could push them back.
Miguel couldn’t stand to see Kay cry. He reached up and gently wiped her tears away, letting his fingers trail
across her soft skin before cupping her cheeks in his hands. Looking deeply in her eyes, he tried to smile. "No,
Kay, we’re not going to die," he assured her. "We’re going to get out of here alive, I promise."
"How, Miguel?" she asked in despair. Glancing around the room, she tried to count the number of snakes
she saw, but there were too many. There was no way they would make it. "We’re surrounded."
"I’ll think of something," Miguel replied, trying to soothe her by stroking her hair.
"I can’t walk," she reminded him desperately, glancing at her right ankle. She had twisted or sprained
it earlier, and there was no way she could put any weight on it. It hurt too much. She had to accept it—she was
going to die. But she could still save Miguel.
"Miguel, I want you to go," she said suddenly, turning her head to look at him. "I want you to leave
"Are you crazy?" he asked, shock written all over his face. Insistently, he shook his head. "No,
Kay, I won’t leave you."
"You have to!" she cried, gesturing around her. "You can make it if you try. I’ll only slow you
"No!" Miguel shouted.
Suddenly, glancing over Kay’s shoulder, he caught sight of another hissing snake slithering its way toward the
chair. Once again, he used the pillow to knock it away…but he knew that a pillow wouldn’t deflect them forever.
He and Kay had to come up with a plan, and they had to come up with one fast.
"You see?" Kay replied, her voice becoming high-pitched with panic. "We can’t hold them off for
much longer. Save your own life, Miguel. If you stay with me, we’ll both die."
"Listen to me, Kay Bennett," Miguel said firmly, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look
at him. "You are my best friend in the entire world, and I am NOT going to leave you here to die. You’re never
going to convince me, so stop trying. Instead, help me come up with a plan to get us out of here."
Kay sighed and kissed Miguel’s cheek. "All right," she agreed.
Miguel was surprised at how much the feel of Kay’s lips on his cheek affected him, but he didn’t have time to think
about it. Instead, he smiled and hugged her, thankful she had listened to him. "That’s more like it,"
he said, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead as they pulled apart. "Now, does the shed lock from the
Kay nodded. "I—I think so," she stammered. "Why? You think the door’s locked?"
Miguel shrugged. "It must be," he said. "Otherwise, someone would have come to help us by now. Charity,
Reese, Tabitha, and Simone had to have heard your screams."
"And where are my parents?" Kay added curiously. "They were in the house earlier…why hasn’t my dad
come to help?"
"I don’t know," Miguel answered, taking her hands in his. He gave them a gentle squeeze, hoping to make
her feel better. "But here’s the plan…we’re gonna make a run for it."
"Make a run for it?" Kay repeated skeptically. "Miguel, I just told you that I can’t walk. How can
I make a run for it?"
"I’ll carry you."
"You can’t do that!" she cried, shaking her head. "It would slow you down too much! By the time
you managed to unlock the door with me in your arms, a snake would have bitten you. I couldn’t bear that, Miguel."
"Don’t start trying to convince me to leave you again," Miguel warned sternly. "Because it’s not
going to happen. And don’t worry…I’ll be fast. We’ll be out the door before the snakes even realize we’ve moved."
Realizing he had made up his mind, Kay knew better than to try and change it. Instead, she sighed and nodded. "All
right, Miguel," she whispered, her eyes beginning to tear up again.
"Please don’t cry, Kay," Miguel pleaded, taking her chin in his hand and tipping her head up so he could
see her eyes. "I can’t handle it when you cry."
Kay tried to smile at him, but it didn’t exactly work. Her lips were trembling too much.
In the next second, she made a decision that would forever change her life.
She had kept it from him for years, but now it was time to tell him the truth. If she was going to die tonight,
which was a very real possibility, she had to tell him how she felt about him…that she loved him.
"Are you ready?" Miguel asked.
"No, not yet," Kay answered softly, staring at her hands and trying to work up the courage to actually
force the words out.
"Kay, we have to go."
Kay nodded. "I know," she whispered. "But there’s something I have to tell you. Just in case we
don’t make it out of here."
"Kay, we’re gonna—"
She cut him off. "Please, Miguel. I have to say this. I may never get the chance again, and I can’t die without
telling you," she said desperately.
Miguel knew that whatever this was, it had to be serious. For Kay to be this insistent about telling him before
they attempted an escape, her news had to be big. What could be so important? he asked himself.
"Okay," he replied. "Go ahead, Kay. I’m listening."
Looking up into his eyes in the moonlight, Kay felt a sudden sense of peace descend over her. She was still scared
witless about the snakes, but she knew this was right. Miguel deserved to know the depth of her feelings for him.
Taking a deep breath, she laced her fingers through his. "I love you so much, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald,"
she whispered. "I’ve loved you for years—I’ve just never had the courage to tell you until now."
Miguel’s mouth dropped open in shock, and he tightened his fingers around hers. He stared at her in silence for
several long moments, searching her eyes. And what he found in them—a mix of love and fear—convinced him that she
was telling him the truth. Love shone in her beautiful eyes, and Miguel didn’t know how he could have missed it.
"You mean it, don’t you?" he asked quietly. He couldn’t even begin to name all of the emotions that were
coursing through him at this news—he didn’t have time to examine them. Later, after he made sure that he and Kay
were safe, he would sort through everything.
"Yes, I do," she replied simply. "I love you."
With that, she leaned up and pressed her mouth against his in a soft, quick kiss, which he returned. He didn’t
stop to wonder why. When they pulled apart, he forced himself back to reality. "We’ll talk about this later,"
he promised. "Right now, let’s get out of here."
Miguel stood up in the rickety chair and helped Kay to her feet. Placing her arms around his neck, he swung her
up into his arms.
Giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, he jumped off the chair and ran toward the door as fast as he
could, with Kay in his arms. He knew that people always said to move slowly when dealing with snakes, but there
were too many of them. He couldn’t afford to move slowly.
When he reached the door, he leaned down and turned the lock, praying it would open. He could hear snakes hissing
as they realized their prey had moved, and he knew he and Kay only had a few seconds at most. He turned the knob,
but the door didn’t budge.
"Oh, God!" Kay cried.
"The door’s stuck!" he exclaimed, looking down at Kay, whose eyes were wide with fear.