Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Passions. This is probably
a good thing. God only knows what havoc I could manage to wreak on the town of Harmony if they DID belong to me.
But alas, they are the property of NBC.
Summary: Ever wonder…?
This story is the product of my sick and twisted mind. I'm home sick from school and I lack any other form of amusement
so…Hope you enjoy!
Grace sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat.
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!" she screamed, as she always did when she had a nightmare.
Sam, the concerned and dutiful husband that he was, hovered over her, "Grace, did you have that nightmare
again? The one about the little boy?"
Grace shook her head, terrified. Miraculously, her screams went entirely unnoticed by any of her children.
"Saaaaaam," she yowled, sounding rather cat-like, "It wasn't that nightmare, Sam. It was a different
Sam scratched his head, "It was just a nightmare, Grace. Go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."
He switched off the light.
Sam switched on the light, "Another nightmare Grace?"
"Yes," she sounded completely terrified, "It was horrible Sam! I was a little girl and there were
all these cats around me…" her voice trailed off.
"Try to get some sleep," Sam mumbled, switching off the light.
"Sam," Grace suddenly hissed.
Sam switched the light back on.
"What is it Grace?"
"I was a little girl in the nightmare…"
Grace leapt out of the bed and vaulted across the room, "Sam! What if my memory is returning! What if my
nightmares are things that actually occurred in my past?"
Sam shrugged, "It's possible."
"Well…we have to find out! I want to know about my family. Don't you want to know about my family, Sam?"
Sam was finding the increasingly cat-like whine she added every time she pronounced his name to be rather annoying,
"We'll check it out tomorrow, Grace. Get some sleep."
Grace nodded and slipped back into the bed, "I love you Sam."
He sighed, "I love you Grace."
Sam switched off the light.
Sam switched on the light.
She stood up and walked to the window, looking out over the peaceful town. Shuddering as an alley cat jumped from
"Sam, there were cats all over me," she shuddered, pronouncing his name once again with that irritating
"Maybe you were raised by felines," he muttered into his pillow, "that's why you don't remember
Grace ignored that little comment and went on staring pensively out the window, "Sa-am, what if the cats come
"Grace, no cats have come after you in all the years we've been married. Just…try to get some sleep."
He switched off the light.
Grace slipped back into the bed and shut her eyes.
This time Sam just covered his ears, making no move to switch on
Grace was practically meowing now, he realized with a shudder.
He buried his head further into the pillow.
"SAAAAAM? SA-AM! SAM! SAM! SAAAAAAAAAAAAM!"
"ALL RIGHT!" he finally exploded, sitting up and switching on the light.
Grace stood up and looked out the window, "I remember now."
She turned to face him, shaking, "My past."
Sam sighed, "Well, I'm sure you're going to tell me about it anyway, so go ahead."
Grace took a deep breath, "Well, Sa-am, it all started when…"
Grace and Faith Standish, age fourteen, pranced out from behind a glittering gold curtain, wearing pink tutus.
The audience cheered.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Faith announced, "IT IS NOW TIME FOR THE AMAZING FELINE BRIGADE LED BY GRACE
Grace took a bow and flung open the door to a cage. Hundreds of cats ran out and took their positions on benches
that had been set up.
"GRACE WILL NOW LEAD THE CATS IN A SONG!"
"LAAAAAAAAA," Grace bellowed.
"WAAAAAAAA," the cats mimicked.
"SAAAAAAAAAM," Grace yowled.
"SAAAAAAAAAM," the cats mimicked.
Grace bowed and the audience clapped accordingly. Then the next act began and she hurried backstage, her long
red hair flopping behind her.
"Those cats are evil," Faith shuddered.
"No they're not," Grace grinned, "I sound JUST like them when I sing!"
The two sisters headed back towards their trailer, hurrying down a long hallway where various pictures of Grace,
from age two on, were hung. In each picture, she was singing with the cats.
"So…let me get this straight," Sam sighed, "You were a feline director in the circus?"
"I can still do it, too! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!"
Sam winced, "Yes, I guess you can."
"So are we going to look for my family, Sa-am?"
He pondered this for a moment, "No Grace. That whole thing was just a nightmare."
He prayed that she bought it.
Grace's face fell, "Oh, it was? All right. Good night Sam."
Letting out a breath of relief, Sam switched off the light and went back to sleep.