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A Love from the Past

















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Blast From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by


A Love from the Past
by hot4luis

Chapter Seven

Luis rested his head on the side of Jordanís bed. She hadnít awakened yet and he was starting to worry. The door opened and he turned around to see who standing there.

"Sheridan," he acknowledged in a whisper.

"I couldnít sleep. So I came back to see if she came to." she said stepping into the room. Against the set of the neon lights from the halls, she looked so beautiful. She turned and closed the door behind her. "Sheíll be okay."

"I know." Luis replied not taking his eyes of Sheridan. "Itís just that if I hadnít gotten her all worked up about that Ethan and Theresa thing then she wouldnít be here, if I had just let her do her job. If I had jus-" he trailed off. Sheridan put her hand on the base of his neck. He looked up at her, surprised.

"And youíll kill yourself with all those ifs. If anything, it was my fault. I should have stayed home just like she asked me to. So let me take the blame for this one."

"Thatís a first." he said with a small smile. He saw the hurt in her eyes and amended what he had said. "Itís not your fault. She was just doing her job. I just hope sheís okay. She canít die. I donít want the last conversation we have to be a fight."

"Sheís going to pull through. Youíre going to have to be strong for her."

"You know I was thinking, that maybe what she said about my not being a good influence on Theresa and Miguel is true."

"What? No! Youíre a great influence on them. Look at them, theyíve grown up beautifully and a lot of that is thanks to you. Yes, you can get dictatorial at times, and you tell them how to live their lives but itís just because you love them so much and you want them to be the best they can be. Itís not been easy for you either and youíre just trying to protect them." she said pulling a chair near him. "Luis, you have to let them experience everything for themselves. Even the painful things life has to offer. I know protecting them from pain is what you want to do but maybe sometimes you should just be the shoulder they can cry on when something does go wrong. Going and punching the living daylights out of someone isnít going to help." When she finished Luis couldnít believe what she had just said. She looked like she didnít believe it either. "I just think, um thatís what, um, Jordan was trying to say. She didnít mean what she said earlier. She thinks youíll make a great father."

"What do you think?" he asked leaning forward.

"I agree." she whispered after a pause leaning in closer to him too.

"Luis? Sheridan?" they heard Jordan ask in a faint voice. They immediately flew apart and rushed to her side. Luis felt his face all flushed.

"Jordan donít try and talk. Iíll go get a doctor." Luis came back with a doctor and Sheridan and him waited outside till the doctor checked Jordan out. When they were informed that she was okay they went into see her.

"How do you feel?" Sheridan asked.

"Like Iíve been shot." she replied with a wry smile.

"Well you look beautiful." Luis complimented.

"Thank you. Wish I could say the same about you. Have you even gone home?"

"I was worried. I couldnít go." he explained resting his hand on hers.

"Well you better. I know how you get when you donít get enough sleep. Go home and Iíll see you in the morning." she said.

"You trying to get rid of me, Green?"

"You catch on quickly, now beat it. ĎNight." She said kissing his cheek as he leaned down. Luis looked at Sheridan for a second, wondering what wouldíve happened if Jordan hadnít woken up when she did.

"Goodnight." he finally said.

"Oh and Luis, I know youíll make a great father."

Jordan studied Sheridanís face wondering why Luis looked at her that way before he left. ĎDid I interrupt something?í she thought.

"So, great 4th of July picnic, huh?" Jordan asked.

"Iím so sorry about what happened, Jordan." Sheridan said sitting on the side of her bed. "I shouldíve listened to you. If it werenít for me you wouldnít be here."

"Hey, it was my job. When I took the job I knew what I was facing. Itís nobodies fault. Iím okay, so just forget about what happened. At least Roger and Pierre were apprehended. Wasnít so bad after all, I guess."

"Thank you for saving my life."

"All in a days work." Jordan replied with a smile. "Thank you for clearing up that whole Luisís-influence-over-his-siblings-thing. You hit the mark with what I actually meant to say."

"You actually heard that?" Sheridan asked surprised.

"I heard most of it when I was coming to. I was groggy so I donít remember most of it but whatever it is you said made Luis forgive me. I know that he does."

"Wow you two must have some connection." she said a little longingly.

"Speaking of connections, remember when we were talking about you and Hank and that you didnít feel a connection with him?"

"Yeah," Sheridan replied a little nervously "What about it?"

"You said you felt a connection with this other guy." Jordan paused debating whether to push the whole Luis thing. "That other guy was Luis, wasnít it?" Sheridan looked shocked beyond words. She ran her hands through her hair, troubled.

"How díyou know about Luis and me?"

"The question is, is there a Luis and you?" Jordan countered.

"No!" she retorted too quickly. "We went out on a couple of dates and thatís it. I never want to date that man again. Ever!"

"Why?" Jordan asked calmly anticipating her reaction.

"What do you mean why?" Sheridan asked.

"Well if you liked the guy enough to go out with him a couple of times what made you change your mind? And why are you getting worked up over such a simple question?" Jordan asked raising an eyebrow. She now understood why she felt that she could relate to Sheridan-she was falling for Luis, just like Jordan had ten years ago. ĎMaybe Grace Bennett is right, maybe it was destiny that made me come here.í

"Things happened. It wasnít meant to be." Sheridan replied getting off the bed and walking over to the window. "I was wrong about Luis."

"Youíre not making a lot of sense. What did Luis do?" Jordan asked mystified.

"It doesnít matter. He has you now."

"Wait! Whoa!" Jordan said shocked. "Luis and I arenít together. What we had was a long time ago. Things have changed, our feelings have changed."

"I see the way he looks at you." Sheridan said softly.

"We have a history together, he canít just stop caring about me and I canít expect to blow back into his life and pick up where we left off. It doesnít work that way." Jordan explained as Sheridan continued to stare out the window.

"Come on, you two have a connection, you two are alike in so many ways, you want the same things, have the same background, you have a song and a past." Sheridan said her pensiveness returning.

"Thatís right, Iím his past. But you can be his future. Donít you get it, Sheridan? Luis wants you. I know he does and I know you want him, too." Jordan stated forcefully. "You just have to stop lying to yourselves."

"Look, I think youíre still groggy from the anesthesia."

"I wasnít given anesthesia. I was already unconscious, remember?" Jordan said.

"Well then youíre hallucinating. I think Iím going to go and let you rest." Sheridan said and helped Jordan with the covers. "Iíll see you in the morning. ĎNight."

"Sweet dreams." Jordan said impishly. "Of Luis." Sheridan looked at her sarcastically and left the room. Jordan settled in her bed making sure she didnít apply pressure to her wound. "Could you want Luis anymore Sheridan? Deny it all you want but Iím going to make sure you admit it to yourself and him before I leave."





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