Disclaimer: "Scarecrow and Mrs. King" is copyrighted to Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions. The plot is mine, but not the characters. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes only. No infringement is intended.

A/N This is a response to a challenge in the SMK fanfiction rock facebook page by Janet Hill to write a fic based on a song from a musical. Cinderella (the original Rogers and Hammerstein 1965 movie to be exact is one of my favorites. Unfortunately, I couldn't pick just one. Thank you to the "Golden Girls" for the beta and suggestions, as always, most appreciated. Thank you to Richard and Oscar (Rogers and Hammerstein) for writing such an inspiring tune, thank you to Kate, Bruce and the rest of the cast and crew for making such an incredible show that we are still discussing it 33 years later but most of all, thank you to my faithful readers to sticking with me for the year (wow) that I've been writing. Nothing I ever thought I would do but with your encouragement, I continue to do so. Now for (I hope) your reading pleasure...

Ten minutes ago, I saw you
I looked up when you came through the door
my head started reeling
you gave me the feeling
the room had no ceiling or floor.

Lee ran down the busy platform trying to avoid crashing into many of the early morning commuters who were mulling about aimlessly. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen he had deprived himself of since resting to catch his breath was not an option when you have two Russians hot on your tail. Just a few more yards and he would be on the train where he could hand off the package and finally stop relax. Turning, he looked behind to see how closely he was being followed. The men had been with him all night long but now seemed closer in the light of day. He had to figure out a way to get the information to Special Agent Guthrie without being seen.

Looking around the platform, he saw her. Not sure why, out of all the people strewing about, he'd picked her, but something drew him to her. Maybe it was her kind eyes or the way she carried herself with a confidence rarely seen or just maybe she was convenient; he wasn't certain, but he knew instinctively that she would help him. The moment he touched her, an electric current hit him full force. He pulled her closer, whether it was to shield him from his pursuers, to make his urgency felt by her or just an inexplicable need to hold her close, he didn't know, but what he did know was with a little persuasion and the Stetson charm, she would help him. One look into her eyes and his heart beat even faster, if that were possible. The magnetic force, whether real or imagined, made it hard for Lee to pull away from her, but both of their lives and maybe the lives of many others depended on it. Turning away, Lee ran in the opposite direction insuring his pursuers continued to follow him and not realize that the woman actually had the information they wanted. Did she pass off the package? He wouldn't know for sure until he made it back to The Agency. Looking back, he realized it wasn't when, but if.

Ten minutes ago, I saw you.
You looked up when I came through the door.
My head started reeling
you gave me the feeling
the room had no ceiling or floor.

Amanda sat in her car waiting for the waiter to deliver their food while her boys and their friend jostled each other in the back seat. Her mind wandered to the stranger she met yesterday morning on the train platform. Who he was exactly, she wasn't sure, but had a feeling she would meet him again. Was he a prankster who thought it would be funny to make her ride the train in her nightgown? No, that wasn't right. Was he some mobster who was using her to pay off a hit man? She knew that cop show she had watched last night had put that thought in her head. Was he a spy using her to pass along vital information to another spy and if so, was he a good spy or a bad spy? Just like her mother's spy novels that Amanda denied reading, the idea intrigued her. She had never met a spy before, even though she lived so close to D.C. her whole life. Well, she didn't know for that sure she had never met a spy before, it's not like they would introduce themselves and tell her that they spied for a living. No, that would never happen. Her neighborhood was as normal and ho-hum as you could get, just like her life. Nothing exciting ever happened, same thing every day, get up, get the boys ready and out to the door to school, housework, errands, dinner, homework and then bed, alone. Every third Saturday, the boys would stay with their grandparents in Chevy Chase and Dean would take her to dinner and dancing, maybe a little romancing. Yup, Ho-hum.

"Mrs. King, Phillip keeps burping in my ear."

"Phillip stop burping and at least say 'excuse me' if you do burp. It's good manners."

"But, Mom, I don't hafta say 'excuse me' cause it's not a real burp."

"You do too, I'm a girl. You need to be politer to me than you do with boys." Jennie stuck out her tongue.

"It's more polite, Jennie, not politer and Phillip, you should say 'excuse me' no matter who it is." Amanda scolded as she looked back on her charges to make sure they hadn't done any damage to her station wagon.

She turned back to the windshield to see a waiter, dressed as a pirate approaching her car. As he leaned forward to attach the tray to her opened window, she realized it was the same mystery man from the day before. How did he find her? What did he want this time? Amanda knew she needed to talk to him. She needed to get rid of the package that was now sitting in the middle of her dining room table, addressed to her aunt for safety reasons, but first she needed to protect the children in the backseat. No matter who this man was, prankster, mobster or spy, she could not, would not, allow him access to her children or any child left in her care. She peeled out of the parking spot, but not without the man who had been foremost in her thoughts for the last day shoving his business card under her windshield wiper. Her mind spun in many different directions as she drove home watching to make sure she wasn't followed.

Ten minutes ago, I met you,
and we murmured our how do you dos
I wanted to ring out the bells
and fling out my arms
and sing out the news.
I have found her,
she's an angel,
with the dust of the stars in her eyes.
We are dancing,
we are flying,
and she's taking me back to the skies!
In the arms of my love, I'm flying,
over mountain and meadow and glen.
And I like it so well
that for all I can tell
I may never come down again.
I may never come down to earth again.

Lee looked down from the staircase as Amanda came into the room. He wondered if she had dressed for the occasion or was this just the way she normally dressed? The two times he had seen Mrs. King, she had been in a nightgown or jeans. He hadn't told her that it was a costume party and that he would be wearing a tux. Why would he? It wasn't like he would be seeing her again. Watching her from the stairs, he wondered what she would look like in a ball gown. Beautiful, probably. Well, since this would be the last time he would be seeing her, he doubted that he would ever find out. Smiling at her as he strolled down the stairs, he noticed her immediate attraction to him. How could she not be attracted to me? All of the women were,. Lee thought. The Stetson charm and dimpled smile had aways served him well. As Celeste left, he escorted Amanda to the dance floor with the sudden feeling of needing her in his arms. It was his turn to protect her, just like she had done on the platform yesterday. She had protected him from agents who were after him and he was protecting her from the scrutiny of the other women in the room. Holding her close was his undoing. The smell of her shampoo mingled with her perfume caused his head to spin. What was it about this woman that drew him to her? He had hoped that his dancing skills would impress her, but he found that her skills rivaled his own, giving the couple the appearance of gliding through the air. The distant murmur surrounded them faded to the background as the couple only had eyes for each other.

Ten minutes ago I met you
and we murmured our how do you dos.
I wanted to ring out the bells
and fling out my arms
and to sing out the news.

Amanda crouched behind the car. She knew what she had to do, but did she have the nerve to do it. Searching her conscience for the right thing to do, the only thing she could see were Lee's eyes, his beautiful, expressive, hazel eyes. He needed her, she just knew he did. Taking a deep breath she steeled her shoulders and readied herself for battle.

Prince: I have found her.
Cinderella: I have found him, he's the light of the stars in my eyes.
Prince: We are dancing
Cinderella: We are flying
Prince: And she's taking me back to the skies

As the helicopter finally settled down to the ground, Amanda allowed herself to think about what she had just done. Never, in all her 34 years, had she ever done something that heroic or, well, stupid. Billy rushed to the helicopter, opened Lee's door and cut him free of his restraints. Hurriedly, Lee raced around opened her door and helped her down from her perch. When her feet touched the ground, her uncontrollable shaking started. Realizing that the first stages of shock had started, Lee wrapped Amanda tightly in his arms once again. Whispering in her ear "You're safe. I've got you." over and over in her ear until her shaking stopped. Pulling back from his tight embrace, Amanda looked deeply into his eyes and felt Lee shudder. Smiling up at him, Amanda whispered, "I am and you do."

Cinderella: In the arms of my love, I'm flying over mountain and meadow and glen.
Prince: And I like it so well that for all I can tell I may never come down again.
Both: I may never come down to earth again.