Come Find Me
She walks faster, faster through Central Park, faster through the lively streets of New York City, faster to her lonely two-bedroom loft. She pauses to discard her tweed coat and leather gloves at the door.
Today has been a hard day.
It's always particularly hard for an heiress; being prodded by the press, by admirers, by the general public… or by an ex-boyfriend.
She closes her eyes. She can still hear him call out to her.
It's been a tough day, Fancy Crane, but pack up your bullshit and get to sleep. You've got an even harder day tomorrow.
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Luis growls, frustrated, at the mass of newspapers in front of him. They all boast bold titles, such as: Heiress' Rapist Caught By Man Accused! or Fancy Crane: three years after the brutal rape, and his personal favorite: CRANE TO HIT NEW YORK CITY!
He collects these clippings, these small fragments of his Fancy. He knows he can't see her again, or touch her again, or smell her again; he knows that even tacking these small, meaningless blurbs up on his cork board is going against ever vow he has made to Sheridan.
But he also knows that if he is given the chance, he'd ignore those promises and choose Fancy. He wants Fancy, but he cannot have her.
So for now, he plays family with Sheridan. She still sees James, occasionally, but primarily she is all about Luis. And for now, Luis is content being fifty percent about Sheridan.
But there are times, when he closes his eyes, that he can still feel her silky skin against his own.
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They meet again one rainy New England morning, five years after she first left Harmony, and two years after they briefly brush against each other in Central Park.
He sees her first, shivering in a barely-there skirt and sequined top. Her blonde hair is matted to her face and her arms are crossed as she briskly makes her way from a closed Boston Night Club to her destination- a hotel, he guesses.
"Fancy!" He exclaims.
She hears him, she turns, and for a moment her face softens. Then she runs again, runs to her hotel, runs from the man who brought her to the peaks of love and back.
But this time, Luis will not let her get away.
"Fancy!"
He is catching up to her, trying to catch her. This time, Fancy decides, she wants to be caught.
So she allows herself to be.
"Fancy," he whispers, the rain beating down on them, the storm picking up its gusto.
"Listen, Luis-"
And before they can say anything else, Luis devours her into a powerful kiss, five years of pent up desire to unleash.
When they break apart, she asks about Sheridan.
He tells her not to worry, not for tonight, because right now he's too happy and reality doesn't need to kick in just yet.
So she burrows into the safety of his chest, and before she knows it, he's lifting her up and bringing her into the shelter of his car.
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It has been ten years.
He pines for Fancy, treasuring that one night all those years ago as if it were a pot of precious gold.
Luis and Sheridan stay married. They have twins, who they name Amelia and Oliver.
Fancy stays in New York.
She waits for Luis to come and find her again, she keeps telling herself that if she and Luis are truly meant to be, if he truly loves her, he'll come find her.
She's waited a damn long time.
But she wakes up every morning to a beautiful daughter; their beautiful daughter, and she is all the proof Fancy needs. So for now, Fancy and Sienna Crane occupy a busy two-bedroom loft in Manhattan.
One day, Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald will find them.
They are sure of it.
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A/N: So, there you have it. Hope you liked it :. I'm not sure if I should maybe make a whole story out of this or if it's fine the way it is.