This is my first time posting here on the site, and also my first attempt at any fan fiction story Seinfeld related. I want to say that I, of course, do not own any of these characters. I simply have my fantasies about them. 

I wrote this story in paragraph format, not as a script, because it is not meant to be a Seinfeld episode. I simply used the characters from the show to create a story that they might have lived at some point.

Also, I have to say that this is, indeed, a romance story. Please do not be misled thinking that it is a usual Seinfeld script, because it is not. I have always been a Jerry/ Elaine shipper, though they never did get back together on romantic terms in the series.

I hope you enjoy my story, "Secret Emotion…"

INTRODUCTION

Looking at him, she simply could not understand how she could have let him go. Trying to fight back the tears that so seldom came, Elaine Benes turned her head and reached for a cereal box, secretly wiping her face on her sleeve on the way. Across the room sat Jerry Seinfeld, not even giving her a second glance and engrossed in some sort of entertainment magazine. She'd known him for ten years, they'd been through thick and thin together, and now she was feeling those same feelings that she felt for him all those years ago. Damn him and his charms. She thought she could fight it, but all at once, to her dismay, she was falling for him yet again. You'd think that eight years of being "just friends" would have solved that problem, but Elaine simply could not get the memories of their days together out of her head. It was no mystery to her why she was spending restless nights tossing and turning. She didn't know what to do about it.

"Lainey? You coming or what?"

His voice startled her and she jumped slightly, planting one of those fake smiles on her face and turning to him, nodding. She threw the cereal box on the counter and strolled back over to the sofa, trying to appear as natural as humanly possible.

"What are we watching?" She asked reluctantly, peering at the TV screen ahead. Leave it to Jerry Seinfeld to put on exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong moment. She cringed inside at the sight of the apparent love story unfolding on Jerry's TV.

"Eh, I dunno. Some chick flick, I guess…You like those, don't you?"

Elaine dared herself to look up into his eyes. He wasn't usually this thoughtful. Actually, he never was this thoughtful, to put on what she wanted, but that really didn't matter to her. There was just something about him that she wanted, needed in her life. And she did have him in her life, but she knew inside that she wanted him in a different way. All the casual chatter and bickering, joking even, between them about their past relationship over the years was just a cover, wasn't it?

"Elaine? Where are you tonight?"

His voice once again startled her. Elaine shook her head and grinned up at him.

"I don't know…Someplace else. Just ignore me if I do that. Zone out, I mean…" Oh, his eyes…Stop it, Elaine! Stop thinking about him like that! He has a girlfriend, doesn't he?

"What's on your mind, then?" Jerry asked, scooting over on the couch and putting an arm around her. Where the hell was this coming from? Jerry Seinfeld actually caring about someone else's problems?

"Uh…oh…Nothing…Just forget it." Elaine unconsciously tucked her body into his more closely, struggling for words at the exact same moment. It was totally unlike her to be at a loss for words. Her snappy retorts were a signature of her personality.

"How can I forget it when you're jittery as hell and won't look me in the eye?" He just wouldn't give up, would he? She forced herself to peer into his eyes, temporarily lost in them. She was really transfixed by those eyes. The rough scratch of his shirt on her bare shoulder caused her to jump, but before she could even move away, he was there, strong hands down on her shoulders, tranquil eyes bearing into her own.

"Elaine…What has gotten into you?"

She sighed and leaned back against the sofa, searching for something to say, some excuse to throw at him.

"Tell me the truth…because you're acting pretty weird."

Elaine shook her head and took a deep breath, rolling her eyes at the same time. He still hadn't let up his stare.

"Jerry, I think I need to say something…"

Clunk.

Jerry and Elaine's heads shot up. "What the heck was that?" Elaine asked hesitantly.

"Ah, I think I know…" Jerry got up from the couch and went to the door, slowly unlocking it. Once the lock was off, the door opened violently, knocking Jerry forcefully onto his back. "What the…?"

"Man, why do you have to lock the door!" Kramer burst out. "Oh, hey Elaine," he added heartily. Turning his attention back to Jerry, he continued. "What's with that? It just makes everything so overly complicated." He threw his hands in the air and plopped down next to Elaine on the couch. "And…I hit my head! Gosh, Jerry, I thought we had a thing there, ya know?"

Elaine sighed, glancing over at Jerry and his perfect hair, perfect shirt, and perfectly white sneakers. He was still sprawled out on the floor from Kramer's surprise entrance. And yet, he still had that charm about him. Leave it to Kramer to ruin her moment of truth.