From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
A Love from the Past
"Well you look too bummed for a person who is at a great barbecue."
Hank greeted walking up to Jordan right after the dessert had been served.
"Hank! You startled me!" Jordan exclaimed. It was now or never. "Listen can we talk? Um, somewhere
private? This is kinda important."
"Sure. Letís go inside." Hank replied skeptically. Once they were in the Bennetts kitchen Hank went to
pour himself a glass of soda. "Look if itís about Sheridan and Luis, I think I know where this is going. I
mean youíve got to be blind not to see the way they look at each other. And when I saw them talking by the barbecue
this afternoon I started thinking that she needs a stable type of guy. Someone stronger than her. And thereís no
way I can compete with Luis, Iíve tried in the past and Iíve lost terribly. I have the scars to prove it."
"Um, Hank, I think this thing with Sheridan wasnít a competition." Jordan said rubbing the back of her
neck, grateful he was stalling. "She obviously loves Luis very much and maybe this is a sign and I know this
might sound totally clichéd but youíll find the one youíre supposed to be with one day."
"Yeah, but believe you me, Iím not going to be a sore loser about this. If Sheridan and Luis are happy together
then they most certainly have my blessings." he stated taking a swig of his soda. "Thanks for the pep
"Well, thatís not what I wanted to talk to you about. In fact, it has nothing do with Sheridan and Luisís
budding romance. And nothing to do with Hank Bennett, either." she said as he looked on expectantly. She took
a deep breath. "It has to with Joseph Marcel." She watched as his face changed from wonderment to shock
and then from shock to complete and utter fear.
"WHAT?!" he yelled and then lowered his voice "What did you just say?"
"Hank, I know about your dealings with the drug cartel."
"Look, I served time for it okay? Itís in the past and Iíd like to leave it there." Hank replied angrily
"Iím through with all of that. I havenít done anything illegal in a long time."
"I believe you Hank. I know you served time for it. But the FBI needs your help on apprehending the remaining
drug cartel that are here in Harmony. And I think itís time you let Sam, Luis and Sheridan know about whatís going
"No! Theyíll hate me! My whole life they have cleaned up my messes for me and I will not let them do that
again. You have no idea what it is like living up to the standards of Sam Bennett and Luis Lopez Fitzgerald. I
refuse to let them see me for the screw up I really am!" he explained vehemently sitting down on the table.
"Thatís not the way I see it." Jordan said softly "Youíre not a screw up, Hank. Yeah you mightíve
made a few bad choices in your past, but Hank, everybody makes mistakes."
"Sam and Luis donít." he replied regretfully.
"Yes they do, Hank. Look, itíll take a lot of courage to tell them about what happened and to me that is one
of the greatest things you can ever do." she consoled putting a reassuring hand on his back.
"Well I guess I donít have a choice, because if I donít tell them you will." Hank replied sullenly and
buried his face in his hands "Man, this is turning out to be a really bad day, I donít get the girl and the
two people I admire most in this world are going to hate my guts!"
"Theyíll be pretty upset, yes. But they can never hate you. They care so much about you and what you tell
is going to take a long time for them to forgive. But they will forgive you, Hank. Trust me." Jordan said
as they headed to the backyard.
Luis sighed contentedly as he and Sheridan swayed to the music. Theresa and Whitney were trying out Kayís new CD
player and Luis thought it would be romantic to tell Sheridan he loved her while dancing in the Bennettsí backyard
as the sun set over Harmony.
Itís amazing how you can speak right to my heart.
Without saying a word you can light up the dark.
Try as I may I can never explain,
What I hear when you donít say a thing*
"Mmm, this feels nice." Sheridan murmured against his chest. He smiled thinking the same thing and still
dazed that he was holding her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. And if he was smart, he wouldnít. She
looked up at him and smiled, her beautifully sexy smile.
The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me.
Thereís a truth in your eyes saying youíll never leave me.
The touch of your hand says youíll catch me
Wherever I fall,
You say it best when you say nothing at all
"Luis, I-" she said at the exact same time. They smiled at each other and he nodded his head, signaling
her to speak first. "I just wanted to say I believe you."
"You do?" he asked, slightly taken aback.
"I knew deep down that it wasnít you. But what I heard was so real. I mean who else couldíve it been?"
"I donít know." he replied puzzled. That question had been bothering him all night. That and the kiss
he and Sheridan had shared had resulted in a night of tossing and turning for him. "There are so many people
who donít want us to be together."
"Beth." Sheridan stated, "Hank."
"Neither of them would do something that cruel. And we can definitely rule out my mother. Sheís just worried
that Alistair and Juli-" he trailed off when it hit him. They had to be behind this. They got Sheridan to
totally doubt him and sent her off to Paris so she couldnít tell him what she heard. Then when she put him in jail
on her return, they got him out and bribed him to stay away from her. ĎOtherwise we would compare notes and figure
it out,í he thought wryly. It all added up. ĎDamn those bastards.í
"Luis," Sheridan said meekly. He had been so wrapped up in putting the pieces together he forgot he was
holding her. He looked at her with a pained expression. It would hurt her to know her family caused the Ďmisunderstandingí.
"You think they did it, donít you? You think Alistair and Julian are behind this."
"Sheridan, it all fits in. They have the best motive. And the perfect means." he said trying to avoid
looking into her pained eyes. "Our main suspects."
"Thank you, Officer Lopez Fitzgerald." Sheridan said dryly. "But this isnít another one of your
cases. You should be taking this personally."
"Everything bad the Cranes do, I take personally."
"Oh yes, youíre everlasting crusade against the Crane!" Sheridan said pulling out of his embrace. Why
was she mad at him? Her family was screwing with her, not him. "Well FYI Officer, I am a Crane. Are you going
to bring me down, too?"
"Look, why donít we deal with the subject at hand here, Sheridan." Luis said softly. But before he could
say anything else, Jordan came up to them an anxious expression on her face.
"Hey! Iím sorry to interrupt, but I need both of you in the living room, now. Itís very, very important!"
she said apologetically. Luis and Sheridan exchanged quizzical glances but followed. When they got into the living
room, Sam was sitting on the couch and an extremely nervous Hank was pacing in front of him. "Please sit down."
"So whatís going on?" Sam inquired. "Whatís so important that you chased everyone out of my house,
Jordan?" Luis was so caught up in Sheridan he didnít realize everyone was gone.
"Okay, Iím gonna cut right to the chase." she said looking up at Hank who had stopped pacing. "The
drug cartel is still loose."
"What?!" Luis asked astounded as Sheridan gasped.
"I found out last night."
"But Roger and Pierre were caught." Sam interjected.
"Yes but we have reason to believe that some druggies are still here in Harmony. And though they still might
be after Sheridan for revenge only, thereís another reason why theyíre still here." Jordan explained in a
"So Iím still in danger?" Sheridan asked submissively. Jordan nodded regretfully.
"Whatís the main reason theyíre here?" Sam asked. Jordan looked up at Hank.
"Itís more like someone. Somebody who used to deal with them and now owes them a big debt." Jordan said
slowly. "Somebody from Harmony."
"Who?" Luis asked wondering why Jordan was looking so strangely at Hank.
"Itís me, Luis." Hank said quietly "Iím the one theyíre after."