From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Misadventures of Ivy and
|Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own the Passions characters.
This is probably a good thing. God only knows what havoc I would manage to wreak on the town of Harmony if it DID
belong to me. But alas, they are the property of NBC.
Summary: Some things never change…
The five-year-old girl glanced from side to side. The coast was clear. Prancing rather uncomfortably in her frilly
dress, she headed down the hallway toting a wagon overflowing with stuffed animals. She paused at the head of the
huge circular stairwell, panting with exertion.
"BOMBS AWAY!" she screamed suddenly, pushing the wagon down the stairs and watching with glee as the
stuffed animals went for a wild ride. Unfortunately, that ride met with an abrupt end as the wagon smashed right
into a pair of legs.
"IVY WINTRHOP!" her father screamed as he stumbled from the impact.
Cringing, Ivy glanced down the stairs to meet Governor Winthrop's angry gaze, "Sorry Father."
He stomped up the stairs and grabbed her arm, "How many times do I have to tell you to act like a lady? Now
go back upstairs to your room. We have very important guests stopping by later."
Properly chastised, Ivy turned and trudged back to her room.
Behind her, Consuela Lopez, the housekeeper, scurried to pick up the discarded toys.
Ivy obediently closed the door to her room, but instead of lying down on her all-too-frilly four poster bed, she
headed right for the window. Peering through the glass, she could just spot her goal: the swing set behind Consuela's
cottage on the property.
Grinning at her own intelligence, Ivy opened the lid to her heavy oak toy box, removing the rope she had constructed
out of knotted bedsheets. Clutching the makeshift rope in her white gloved hands, she hurriedly tied one end to
the bedpost and tossed the other end out the window.
She peered outside once more, pleased to see that her construction reached all the way to the ground. Then, with
all the courage a five-year-old could muster, she clambered out the window and scurried down the rope, her doll
tucked underneath her arm.
Ivy bolted across the green hills of her family's estate, her shiny patent leather shoes slipping on the grass.
Finally she slowed her pace, stepping up onto the doorstep of the cottage. She knocked eagerly.
The door was opened by another five-year-old girl, who was wearing very plain clothes.
"PILAR!" Ivy squealed, "COME ON! Let's go on the swings!"
Consuela's daughter hung back, "Miss Winthrop, did you sneak out of the mansion?"
"Yes," Ivy giggled, "Now come on!"
She grabbed Pilar's hand and dragged her across the courtyard.
"I don't think this is a very good idea—" Pilar attempted.
Ivy ignored her and dragged her over to the swing set, "We're going to have fun today, Pilar! Don't worry
Pilar glanced up nervously as Ivy clambered up into a huge tire swing.
"Miss Winthrop," she called, "If you ruin your dress, your father will be very angry!"
"I don't care!" Ivy yelled, swinging freely back and forth, "I'm FREEEEEEE!"
"Miss Winthrop—" Pilar yelled, but it was too late.
The rope holding up the tire snapped, and suddenly Ivy was flying through the air.
She hit the ground with a thud.
"MISS WINTHROP!" Pilar was panicked as she bolted over to where Ivy was lying.
Ivy opened her eyes and grinned evilly, "That was fun!"
She stood up, ignoring the large grass stain on her white dress.
Then she scampered over to the slide.
Pilar followed nervously.
Five-year-old Julian Crane wrinkled up his nose as his father stooped over him and tightened his tie.
"Father," he whined, "It's too tight!"
Alistair glared at his whiny young son and tightened the tie even more. Then he stood up and stalked away.
Julian stuck his tongue out at his father's retreating form and then reached up and loosened the tie defiantly.
"Get into the limo, Julian," Alistair called from the shadows, "We have a very important meeting
"These meetings are BORING," Julian whined, stamping his foot.
"GET INTO THE LIMO."
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Julian screamed, stamping his foot again.
Alistair picked his son up and tossed him over his shoulder, heading for the limo, Julian kicking and screaming
the whole time.
Alistair hurried into the limo behind his son, the chauffeur slamming the door behind them.
"I don't WANT to go to the Winthrop's!" Julian whined, pressing his face against the tinted window like
Alistair grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him down to his seat, "Julian Crane, sit still and behave like
a gentleman. If you don't…" his voice held warning.
Julian immediately calmed down, glancing up at his father nervously.
The limo began its journey towards the Winthrop Estate.
"Isn't this FUN Pilar?" Ivy squealed as she skidded down the slide.
Pilar was nervously scanning their surroundings for a sign of Governor Winthrop.
"This is too dangerous, Miss Winthrop," she attempted, "Your father could find you."
"I don't CARE!" Ivy crossed her arms defiantly, "I'm going to have FUN no matter WHAT Father thinks!"
They were both silenced by the sight of a limousine moving silently beyond the trees.
"Who is that?" Pilar asked worriedly.
"I don't know," Ivy narrowed her eyes, "Let's go find out."
She grabbed Pilar's hand and they scampered off towards the main house.
Alistair Crane stepped out of the limousine, followed by his son, and they headed up the walkway to the main entrance
to the Winthrop Estate. Governor Winthrop was already waiting by the door, beaming.
"Alistair," he said warmly.
"Governor," Alistair acknowledged, his tone of voice never changing.
"Hello Governor Winthrop," Julian piped up politely.
Alistair glanced down at his son and scowled at the sight of the loosened tie. Julian gulped and inched away.
Alistair followed Governor Winthrop into the parlor, expecting Julian to be right behind him. He never noticed
that the five-year-old had disappeared out the front door.
"Did you see who it was?" Pilar craned her head to see from behind the shrubbery.
"No," Ivy pouted, still peering through the bushes, "I didn't see—"
"BOO!" a head popped up right in front of her.
"AHHHHHH!" Pilar and Ivy both shrieked, leaping back.
Julian Crane emerged from the bushes, smirking, "Gotcha! I gotcha!"
Ivy glared at him, "What are you doing on my property?"
"I'm here with my FATHER," Julian puffed out his chest, "MY Father is Alistair Crane."
"All-Star? What kind of name is All-Star?" Ivy asked with a wrinkled nose.
"Miss Winthrop," Pilar tugged on her arm, "That's—"
"What are you doing?" Julian interrupted, eyeing them suspiciously.
"None of your business," Ivy glared back at him, "Come on Pilar. We don't play with BOYS."
She dragged Pilar back towards the playground.
Julian tagged along, "Why are you guys being mean to me? I AM JULIAN CRANE!"
"So WHAT?" Ivy shot back, picking up the pace, pulling Pilar along behind her.
"No one is mean to Julian Crane!" Julian whined, "FATHER says so!"
"Ignore him Pilar," Ivy said as she ran towards the swing set, "He's just a stupid BOY."
"But Miss Winthrop—"
"WAAAAIT!" Julian yelled after them, as he attempted to follow.
Ivy stopped abruptly, causing Julian to smack into her.
"Pilar, maybe we CAN play with him," she said after a moment, studying Julian with a critical eye.
"That's not a good idea," Pilar shook her head, "Mister Crane won't be pleased, and neither will
Julian reached up and tugged off his tie.
"He can play," Ivy said finally, letting go of Pilar's hand and grabbing Julian's, dragging him towards
"Miss Winthrop!" Pilar hollered, running after them.
"Don't worry so much Pilar!" Ivy called over her shoulder as she reached the slide.
Julian stood cautiously in front of her, "What do you want to play?"
Ivy plucked her doll up from the ground and said primly, "We're going to have a tea party."
Julian stuck his tongue out, "A tea party? I don't WANT to have a tea party."
"Please?" Ivy batted her eyes at him.
Julian pouted, "Oh, all right. Can I hold the doll?"
"Her name's Princess Cough Drop," Ivy said proudly, handing the doll to Julian.
"Princess Cough Drop?"
"She means Winthrop," Pilar hissed.
"Princess Cough Drop is a princess," Ivy stated matter-of-factly. She then pointed to Julian, "You
are her husband, Prince…"
"Julian," he offered.
"NO!" she stamped her foot, "You are Prince Sam."
"My name's not Sam, it's JULIAN!"
"WELL PRETEND IT'S SAM!"
"I DON'T WANNA!"
They both glared at each other.
"This game is stupid," Julian finally declared, "I want to play something else."
"LIKE KILL PRINCESS COUGH DROP!" he yelled, ripping the head off the doll and tossing it in the mud.
"Oh I knew something like this would happen," Pilar sighed.
"NOOOOO!" Ivy wailed, picking up the broken doll.
Julian giggled and scampered off.
Ivy narrowed her eyes, "That's it. Pilar, that mean boy is going to get it!"
"Miss Winthrop, just leave him alone—"
Ivy had already run off after Julian. Pilar could only sigh and follow.