From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
Falling For You
by Deanna Lynn
Either she has a death wish or she's completely insane, Luis thought as he watched Sheridan walking along the docks.
Alone. At night. Again. He didn't know what it was going to take to wake her up to the fact that her life was in
danger. He prayed it didn't take a bullet.
As if she knew he was watching her, Sheridan raised her head. Their eyes connected and one for brief moment, Luis
thought he saw something flicker to life inside her eyes. But then just as quick as he saw it. It was gone.
"Sheridan." Luis said walking toward her. "How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't
be walking around out here alone? What is it gonna take to get through to you? A bullet in the back just like Crystal?"
She shuttered and Luis almost felt guilty. Almost. Someone had to scare some sense into her. Before it was too
late. "Luis, please. I'm not up for another argument. Not tonight. I just want to go home and forget this
night ever happened."
Luis shook his head. "Sheridan, you need to take this seriously. That could have been you tonight."
"But it wasn't me. I'm fine. And as far as I can see I'm in no danger."
Luis grabbed her by the arms. "Dammit Sheridan. Wake up! A woman was killed tonight! A woman with your hair
coloring, wearing the same coat you have on right now. Not to mention the fact that she was killed right where
we're standing now!"
"Luis let go of me! You're hurting my arm."
He immediately released her. "I'm sorry, Sheridan. I didn't mean to... It's just tonight... that could have
been you and you don't seem to want to face that fact. But I'm not going to quit hounding you until you hire protection."
Sheridan shook her head. "I've told you-"
"I know what you told me. You don't need protection. The drug dealers are still in Paris. You're perfectly
safe. Have you ever once considered the fact that you could be wrong? Or are you willing to risk your LIFE on the
slim chance that I'm wrong?" Luis could see her wavering, but he knew she was too stubborn to admit he could
Sheridan closed her eyes. "Look, I appreciate your looking out for me. I do, but I don't need it. I can take
care of myself."
"Like you took care of yourself in Paris?" he asked calmly.
"Sheridan, just get a bodyguard. If you need help finding one, I'll gladly get you one myself."
"I don't need you to hire a bodyguard for me. I'm quite capable of doing it myself!"
"Good!" He yelled angrily. "Then why don't you do it. BEFORE it's too late!"
Sheridan turned and started to walk away. That's when he heard the first shot. Luis tackled Sheridan by the waist
and sent them both tumbling off the edge of the docks. They hit the water with a thud and came up seconds later
gasping for breath.
"Dammit Luis-" Sheridan yelled wiping the water out of her eyes.
"Shh," he said putting his hand over her mouth. "He could still be up there."