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
"How do I get it loose?!" Miguel asked frantically.
Kay closed her eyes and wracked her brain, trying to remember how her father always did it. Then, by some miracle,
it came to her. "Try banging on the top right corner!" she replied, absolute terror creeping into her
Shifting her in his arms, Miguel did as she directed and nearly cried out with relief when the doorknob turned.
Silently thanking God, he pushed the door open and ran through, slamming it closed behind them.
"We made it!" Kay shrieked happily, her heart still pounding inside her chest as she buried her face
in his neck.
Miguel tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss against the side of her head. His own heart was racing,
and he couldn’t believe they had managed to get out of there alive. Or what had happened between him and Kay while
they were trapped inside…
Kay lifted her head, and Miguel turned around at the sound of their names. Sam ran toward them, and Kay reached
out for her father. Miguel reluctantly let her go, and Kay collapsed into her father’s arms, sobbing.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on to him. "I was so scared.
I thought we were going to die."
"I know, sweetheart," Sam said quietly as he stroked her hair. "I know."
"Where were you and Mom?" she asked, pulling back. Her face was streaked with tears, and her hands were
"I’m so sorry, Kay," Sam replied. "Your mom and I had gone out for a little while, but luckily I
had my police radio on. I heard a 911 call from our address, so I immediately turned around and came home."
"A 911 call?" Kay said, sniffling.
A few feet away, Miguel stood watching the scene. His heart rate was slowly getting back to normal, and he ached
to take Kay into his arms and comfort her. But she was with her father right now, and he didn’t want to intrude.
"Apparently, Simone or someone called 911," Sam explained. "They heard your screams, but they couldn’t
get to you. So they called for help. That’s where everyone is…waiting by the driveway for the paramedics."
Kay nodded. "What about the snakes?" she asked fearfully, shuddering as she relived the memory of what
she and Miguel had just endured. "Daddy, there are so many of them. Dozens and dozens…and they don’t look
like any snakes I’ve ever seen around Harmony before."
"Don’t worry," Sam assured her, squeezing her shoulders lovingly. "I’ll get someone down here to
get rid of the snakes."
At that moment, the backyard erupted with noise. Grace, Jessica, Simone and Reese appeared, followed closely behind
by two male paramedics.
"Kay, honey!" Grace called, running across the grass to get to her daughter.
"Mom!" Kay cried as Grace enveloped her in her arms and hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth.
"Oh, Kay," Grace whispered. "I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re all right."
"Me too, Kay," Jessica added as she reached her. "I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would
have done if anything happened to you."
"Kay, I was scared to death!" Simone declared breathlessly.
Tears streaming down her face, Kay pulled away from her mother and reached out for her little sister and best friend.
Meanwhile, Reese and Miguel were also having a reunion.
"Are you sure you’re okay, Miguel?" Reese asked, pushing his glasses further up on his nose.
Miguel smiled. "Yeah, I’m fine," he reassured his friend.
Reese breathed a sigh of relief, and Miguel leaned over and punched him on the shoulder. "Thanks for being
such a great friend, Reese," he said. "It means a lot to know that you were worried about me."
"No problem," Reese replied. "You’d do the same for me."
"I hate to break this up," one of the paramedics interrupted apologetically, "but we need to officially
examine these two, see if they have any injuries."
"Of course," Sam agreed.
The paramedics pulled Kay and Miguel away from the others, to the other side of the yard, where they began to check
them over, looking for injuries of any kind.
"It’s a miracle you’re alive," one of them murmured.
"We know," Miguel replied, glancing over at Kay as he took her hand in his. "Kay sprained her ankle,
but thankfully that’s it, as far as our injuries go."
Kay tightened her fingers around his, loving the feel of Miguel’s hand in hers and thankful for the support he
had given her. Somehow, she even found the strength to smile at him. He returned the favor, and Kay felt a little
of the tension leave her body. It’s all over, she reminded herself. It’s over now…you’re okay, and Miguel’s okay.
She still couldn’t believe she had told him she loved him, but she didn’t regret it. She should have told him a
long time ago. Judging from the way he kissed her back inside the shed, it looked like he might have some real
feelings for her as well.
"We would like to take you down to the hospital, to give you a more thorough examination," the other
paramedic informed them as they finished.
"No!" Kay and Miguel blurted in unison.
The paramedics looked at them strangely, and Miguel hurried to explain.
"Please…we’ve been through hell tonight. We just want to crawl into bed and go to sleep. You can see for yourselves
that we’re perfectly okay, so why do we need to go to the hospital?"
The two paramedics glanced at each other and sighed. "All right," the first relented with a shrug. "I
guess a trip to the hospital isn’t necessary."
"Just be sure to ice that ankle and stay off your feet for a few days, miss," the other added, glancing
Kay nodded. "I promise."
Just then, Sam came up behind them with a worried expression on his face. "Are they really okay?" he
asked the paramedics, putting his arm around Kay and letting her lean against him.
"Yes, sir. The only injury to be found is your daughter’s sprained ankle. But with a few days’ rest and an
ice pack, she should be as good as new."
"Good," Sam breathed. Turning toward Kay, he kissed her forehead gently. "Why don’t you go on up
to bed, sweetheart?"
"Good idea, Chief Bennett," Miguel agreed, scooping Kay up into his arms. "I’ll carry her up to
"Thanks, Miguel," Sam said with a smile, putting his hand on Miguel’s shoulder. "It means a lot
to me that you’re so concerned for Kay."
"I would do anything for her," Miguel replied automatically, glancing down at her.
Kay smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder, pressing herself close to him.
Miguel started toward the house, but stopped. "If Charity asks, could you please tell her that I took Kay
up to bed?" he called back.
Sam nodded. "I will, Miguel—don’t worry."
How odd it was that Charity hadn’t come to see if Kay and Miguel were all right, Sam thought silently. In fact,
he hadn’t seen her in quite awhile…she and Tabitha seemed to have disappeared.
Upstairs, Miguel pushed open the door to the room that Kay and Jessica shared and deposited Kay carefully on her
bed. Grabbing a bandage from the drawer, Miguel wrapped her ankle, being careful not to fasten it too tightly.
He then took some extra pillows from the closet and used them to elevate her foot. When he was satisfied that he
had taken care of her ankle for the night, Miguel pulled the bed-covers up and tucked them around Kay’s slender
form, then perched on the edge of her bed.
"Thanks, Miguel," she whispered, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "Thanks for taking such
good care of me."
Miguel looked away, embarrassed by the praise and unnerved by the emotions he felt as he looked at her. "You’re
welcome," he replied.
"You saved my life," she continued in a soft voice, reaching up to trace his jaw. "I would be dead
if not for you."
"I did what I had to do," Miguel said simply, brushing her hair off her face.
"I love you," she told him, leaning up on her elbows to kiss his lips.
Miguel pulled away reluctantly. "Kay, we’ll talk about this in the morning," he replied. "After
we’ve both gotten a good night’s sleep."
Although disappointed, Kay accepted it. "Okay, Miguel," she said with a nod, closing her eyes sleepily.
"Good night, then."
"Good night, Kay," he returned tenderly.
Straightening up and backing away, he had to stop himself from leaning down to brush a kiss across her mouth. He
stood and stared at her for a moment, trying to make sense of what just happened between them tonight, and found
himself thinking how beautiful she was as she slept. Then he turned on his heel and strode from the room, determined
to get some time alone so he could think.