The Softball Game
By Twig
~*PART 5*~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters on the show "Passions".
They
belong to NBC and James E. Reilly. If I owned any of these people,
trust me,
Luis and Sheridan would have been married off a LOOOOONG time ago.
Since this
story is solely for amusement, and I have no ulterior motives (well,
not too
many) please, don't sue me.
"Mrs. Bennett?" Ethan suddenly said.
Grace turned around, "Yes Ethan?"
"Um, Theresa just collapsed. I'm going to carry her to the hospital."
Sure enough, Theresa was sprawled on the floor of the dugout.
"Oh my," Grace said loudly, "I guess she got hit on the head harder
than I'd
originally thought. Well, you go on Ethan. Take her to the hospital."
Ethan nodded and picked Theresa up, carrying her off.
"HEY!" Luis snapped, upon seeing this.
"Leave them alone," Sheridan mumbled from her spot on the bench.
"But but"
"They're going to the hospital," she murmured, "your sister will be
fine."
"How does Ethan know her?" Luis demanded.
Sheridan froze, her eyes snapping open, "Ah I guess they got to
talking while
they were waiting for the game to start."
Luis seemed to accept this explanation.
Grace, looking forlorn, was gazing at her clipboard, "With Ethan
gone,
we'll need three more players"
"I can't believe Charity," Kay was griping to herself, while she
remained
stuck to the bench, "She slid into me on purpose."
Without thinking, she grabbed a rock off the ground and hurled it at
her
cousin. Charity squeaked as the rock made impact with her skull, and
fell
quietly to the ground.
Grace sighed, "Four more"
Julian inched over towards Eve, "Hello Eve."
Eve jumped, "Get away from me Julian!"
Julian pouted, "Why does everyone have that reaction to me?"
"Maybe because you're disgusting."
He reached for his flask, uncapped it, prepared to drink, then thought
better
of it and put it away again. Tabitha hissed in frustration.
"Will you just get out of here?" Eve pushed him away, "If TC sees you
near
me, he'll kill you."
"I'm shaking in my boots."
TC glanced up from the dugout and locked eyes with Julian.
"Ah on second thought," Julian stammered, "I'll be going now. Goodbye
Grace!
It was a lovely game!"
He sent a falsely chipper wave towards Grace, before bolting off across
the
field, clinging to his flask for dear life.
Grace hung her head, "Five."
Simone, bucket of boiling water in hand, wobbled back towards the
dugout, where Kay still sat, a smug smile upon her face.
"What did you do?" Simone asked her suspiciously.
Kay gestured to the motionless form of her cousin, who had been dragged
into
the wounded dugout.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I inadvertently hit her with a rock."
"You are truly horrible Kay."
Kay shrugged, "What's in the bucket?"
"Boiling water. It should loosen the glue."
"You're going to POUR boiling water on me?" Kay asked incredulously.
"Would you rather stay stuck to the bench?"
Kay bit her lip and closed her eyes, "Fine. Go ahead. Pour it."
Simone dumped the water on her friend, who yowled in pain, finally
leaping
free of the bench. Kay landed on her injured ankle, stumbling forward
and
crashing into Simone, sending them both toppling to the ground. When
the dust
settled, Simone was rolling around on the floor, clutching her arm, and
Kay
was once again whining about her ankle.
"I think I broke my arm!" Simone gasped.
"Six," Grace groaned.
Luis stood, watching the confusion with a horrified look, "That's
it!
This game is over!"
Sheridan sighed, sitting up and rubbing her head.
"You shouldn't be sitting up."
She shrugged, "I'm still breathing."
"I'm calling an end to this before someone gets killed," Luis declared.
"Good idea."
<<<~~~>>>
Millicent, still grumbling, stomped down the wharf, plucking
blades of
grass out of her hair and battling to brush off a mysterious blue
dust-like
substance that was sticking to all of her clothes.
"I can't believe that Ivy she's lost her mind who does she think
she is "
So caught up was she with fixing her rumpled appearance that she never
noticed when the boardwalk came to an abrupt end.
<<<~~~>>>
"Everyone, the game is over! Please just head home!" Sam had
grabbed
Grace's megaphone and was yelling instructions to the crowd.
"But what about the Russells?" a woman called out.
"Yeah!" a man agreed, "What about them? Wasn't this supposed to help
them
stay in Harmony?"
"We'll do something else for the Russells," Sam assured, "I promise.
Now just
go home!"
Grace tugged on her husband's sleeve, "Sam, don't you think that
maybe a few
people could stay and play a little more?"
Before Sam could respond, thunder clapped loudly, and the heavens
opened up
and released a downpour.
"I'm guessing that's a no," Grace sniffed.
Luis helped Sheridan up from the bench, "Come on. Let's get out of
here."
She groaned as she stood up, rubbing her head, "This is the last time I
let
you talk me into something."
"You were the one who wanted to come here."
"Oh yeah."
"Now let's go," Luis prodded, tugging on her arm, "Before you get
struck by
lightening, or something like that."
"I'm not arguing."
They hurried off.
Whitney, shaking her head at her luck, finally located Chad among
the
crowds of panicked citizens.
"Chad, I think Ethan took Theresa to the hospital."
Chad nodded, "That's what he said he was going to do."
"Why don't we go see if we can find them. Before Theresa goes and does
something stupid, like confess her love to Ethan again."
"Why would that be stupid? I think Ethan loves Theresa right back. He
just
needs a little push in the right direction."
Whitney held up her hands, "You know what Chad? I'm not going to get in
this
argument with you again. Let's just go find them."
Chad nodded, "All right."
They ran off through the torrential rain.
Eve, glancing heavenward for support, managed to stumble towards
the
parking lot, supporting her limping husband on one arm, with her other
arm
wrapped around her sobbing daughter.
"My arm!" Simone screeched, "MY ARM!"
"My leg" TC moaned, as they reached the car, "My leg is killing me!"
"I have a headache, if that makes either of you feel better," Eve
snapped,
watching as they both climbed into the car, before she drove away and
headed
towards the hospital.
Hank was looking around in vain for Sheridan. "Where could she
have
gone?"
Beth stomped up behind him, "If you mean Sheridan Crane, I just saw her
leave
with Luis."
Hank's eyes bugged out of his head, "You're kidding."
Beth's face was contorted into an ugly mask of anger, "Why would I be
joking
about that?"
Hank shrugged, "To give me a heart attack?"
"Not at the risk of giving myself one in the process."
"I know how we can get them back," Hank said slyly.
"I'm all ears."
"We leave together."
Beth smiled, "Sure."
They hurried off.
Miguel was busily trying to wake up his unconscious girlfriend up
before
she drowned in the outrageous amount of water that was pouring down
from the
sky.
"Charity! Charity, wake up!"
Kay hobbled up behind him, doing her best to look sexy, "Miguel, she's
not
going to wake up any time soon. We should just leave and come back for
her
later."
Miguel frowned, "I'm not leaving her here!"
"But you'll get sick out here in the rain!"
"Someone hit her in the head with a rock. I'm not just leaving her
here!"
Kay pretended to look horrified, "Who would do such a thing?"
"I don't know, but if I ever find out"
"Well I think I see my parents leaving do you need a ride?"
"Yeah just help me carry Charity up to the car."
Kay grimaced, but did as she was told.
Grace, Sam, Kay, Miguel, and Charity pulled out of the parking lot
and
headed down the road towards the hospital.
Jessica stood on the field, dumfounded, "They left me here!"
Reese squinted into the rain, wiping at his glasses, "So it would
appear."
"I can't believe they would leave me here!"
"I guess they forgot about you," Reese shrugged.
Jessica sighed, "this is just great."
"I'll walk you home," her sister's nerdy, sometimes-boyfriend offered
with a
smile.
Jessica smiled back, "I'd like that."
They headed off at an unhurried pace through the rain.
Tabitha, cackling evilly, danced off into the storm with Timmy.
Pilar,
realizing that her family had all dispersed without her, threw her arms
in
the air and headed towards the Crane mansion. Ivy, left by herself on
the
field, picked up a stick and, with a lonely sigh, wrote in the mud: SAM
+ IVY
= ETHAN. She then surrounded it with little hearts. No sooner did she
complete her little project than a torrent of rain washed it away. With
a sad
little whimper, she trudged off through the storm back towards her
house.
And the softball field stood empty once again.
<<<~~~>>>
Harmony Funeral Home
Several Hours Later
Julian, still more than slightly drunk, stood outside the funeral
home
with his head cocked to one side.
"I wonder who died."
Behind him, the blind priest, Father Lonagon, wandered up.
"Excuse me," Julian tapped the old man on the shoulder, "Who died?"
"Someone important," said the priest, "But I don't know who it is."
Julian, ever curious, hurried into the darkened interior of the funeral
home
and flung open the casket. His eyes bugged out as he saw who was lying
in
peaceful, eternal rest.
"Oh my," he whispered, taking the first gulp out of his flask since
Tabitha
had tampered with it.
"Who is it?" the blind priest called from the doorway.
Julian, feeling slightly woozy from the drink, misunderstood the
question,
"It's Julian Crane," he said, identifying himself and not the corpse.
"Oh dear," said the priest, who hurried back outside into the rain.
Julian chugged down a bit more of his drink, suddenly feeling more than
slightly woozy.
"Oh, not again," he muttered, as the world slowly turned black.
Continue to Part 6
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