The Softball Game
By Twig
~*PART 7*~
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.
Harmony Softball Field
1 Hour Later
Grace stood sadly on the field, glancing around at the places that
earlier had been filled with people. She felt as though she had failed,
herself as well as her friend. And now Eve Russell would still be
moving
away. She picked up a softball and hurled it at the backstop, reveling
in the
loud noise it made.
"AAH!" a figure, startled by the noise, leapt from the bushes.
"Julian?" Grace squinted through the rapidly darkening sky towards him.
He realized who he was talking to and backed away, shuddering, "Grace."
"What are you doing here?" she asked him curiously, "I'd think you'd
want to
be home recovering"
Julian scowled, "Ivy locked me out. Can you imagine? The conniving
little
witch locked me out of my own house. Just wait until Father hears of
this"
Grace, oblivious to his rantings, simply smiled at him, "That's
horrible
Julian. I'd think that she would be grateful that you're alive."
"She was hoping that I'd died a slow painful death, let me assure you,"
Julian took a sip from a new, un-tampered-with flask.
"I'm sure that's not the case. We were all very upset when we heard of
your
demise," Grace continued grinning at him.
Julian squinted into the sunset, realizing that in the dim light,
Grace
didn't look half bad. Ah, what the hell, he thought, walking towards
her.
"Upset, were you?" he tried to smile.
"Oh yes. Devastated," Grace had picked up another softball and was
tossing it
up in the air.
"Well, then I suppose you're happy I'm still walking around?"
Grace grinned even wider, and he realized that all in all, she would
always
be a sappy, hopeless romantic of a housewife who had no life. "Of
course I'm
happy! It's always so sad when someone dies I don't know what I'd do
if Sam
ever died"
"Yes that would be a pity," Julian was inching closer.
"I felt so horribly for Ivy when we heard that you were dead, I mean
she must
have been so sad, because if Sam ever died, I think that I would just
have to
curl up and die, because I don't think I could live without my little
Sam,
and Sam always says that-"
Julian shut her up by kissing her. And Grace, to his surprise and
slight
repulsion, kissed him back.
(~~A hell of a day~~) he thought with a sigh.
<<<~~~>>>
Crane Mansion
Ivy, sitting forlornly in one of her many silk robes, regarded the
locket that she always wore. So lost was she in a daydream of her
future with
Sam, that the sound of the phone nearly scared her to death.
"H-hello?" she stammered, closing the locket as though the person on
the
other line could somehow see what it contained.
"Ivy?"
She almost passed out at hearing Sam's voice, "Y-yes?"
"Why are you stuttering?"
"I ah I was outside when the phone rang. I had to run and get it."
"Is this a bad time?"
"NO!" she almost shouted, "no, it's not a bad time at all, I just-"
"Grace and Julian are having an affair."
Ivy dropped the locket and it slid across the floor, "WHAT?!"
"I saw them kissing down at the softball field," Sam's voice was
unreadable.
"Oh well ah " Ivy was at a loss for words. Julian had always
despised Grace
"Can I come over?"
She might have been surprised, but she was no fool, "Of course you
can!"
And that was that.
<<<~~~>>>
Eve was standing outside of her house, gazing upon everything she
had
known all of her life, and was startled when Sam sprinted past.
"What's going on?" she asked him.
Sam paused, "I'm ah going to see Ivy."
Eve was suspicious, "Why?"
Sam merely grinned, and continued on his way. Eve cocked her head to
one
side, amazed. "Ivy got her way. Guess we're not going to have to move
after
all."
Then she hurried inside to tell her family.
<<<~~~>>>
Crane Cottage
Sheridan sat on the couch, shaking her head in amazement.
"You keep shaking your head like that, you're gonna hurt yourself,"
Luis
cautioned, but she continued shaking her head from side to side.
"I just don't believe it," she finally said.
"That your brother wasn't dead, just drunk?"
She shrugged, "That, and the fact that we all went to his wake in the
first
place. Not to mention all the accidents that happened at the softball
game.
And Ivy's good friend Millicent died."
"It is pretty amazing," Luis agreed.
"Not to mention the fact that your good friend Hank just won't give up.
I
mean, I know some people can be thick headed, you especially, but
enough is
enough!"
"Believe me, I've noticed."
She sighed and stretched out on the couch, "I guess he'll never get
it."
"Look at it this way," Luis offered, "If he can't figure it out, it
means
that we're doing a good job of keeping this a secret."
"I guess we are."
"As long as your nephew doesn't spill the secrets because of all the
times
you've whacked him on the head. I mean, god knows what he's said since
then"
"Oh shut up," Sheridan said with a laugh, and kissed him.
<<<~~~>>>
EPILOGUE
Ethan stood outside Theresa's window, debating whether or not to
pretend
to be Romeo and start quoting Shakespeare to her. He wondered if she
would be
Juliet. Smiling to himself, Ethan tried to picture Theresa saying "Oh
Ethano
Ethano, wherefore art thou" Yet somehow the image wouldn't stick in
his
head. In fact, he was suddenly getting a very frightening mental image
of
Gwen with a rather large ax looming up behind Theresa.
(Perhaps) Ethan
thought hastily (We can save the Shakespeare for another night)
And then, rubbing his head, he made his way back through the darkened
streets
of Harmony, unaware that Theresa was sitting right next to her window,
watching his progress with a huge smile.
"It's fate," she whispered, for no one to hear but herself.
THE END
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