One Night
By: Rebecca
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and sexual content. If you watch Passions, you can deal with this fic.
Pairing: Fox/Resa
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Passions are mine. I have nothing clever to say about it :o)
A/N: This is my first Passions fic! I got really bored in my second hour government class and started writing this. so yeah, be kind and please review!
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Chapter 1
Her life seemed to come down to a series of 'one nights'. In one night Ethan had proposed and in one night had taken that promise away. One night in Bermuda caused her to once again lose the man she loved and damned her to a loveless marriage. One night gave her little Ethan Martin and one night had taken all she had left - her patience, her sweetness, but worst of all, any respect Ethan still had for her. She was damned to let Ivy stay in the mansion but she was damned if the bitch left. All in all she had made her decision and as the assembled crowd of vipers left the foyer, only Theresa and Ethan remained.
"How could you be so heartless? My mother may have been a bitch, she may have been merciless and she may have said deplorable things but you. you have become like her more then you know. Right now I can't remember why I ever fell in love with you, Mrs. Crane." Ethan shook his head and ascended the staircase to join Gwen.
"Well fine! It's not as if you ever really acted like you cared!" The slamming of his door cut off her outcry. Making a face, she stormed into the living room, grabbing a bottle of champagne with a glass and flopping onto the plush couch.
"Did he ever once stand up to Ivy for me? No. son of a bitch! Fine, go be with your lying wife, I don't care! You chose her and now you can live with her," downing her flute she sighed. Pouring another, Theresa mock-saluted Ethan's portrait on the mantle, "May you all get what you deserve."
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The sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains. Theresa groaned and blinked awake trying to be rid of the horrible pain the light caused her head. Stretching out, her foot hit something hard. Something warm. Something that was unquestionably a someone. Her eyes flew open and she took in her surroundings- by the furnishings it was definitely the Crane mansions but not her own room. Going over the events of the previous night she couldn't remember anything past having a couple flutes of champagne to dull the feeling that had grown in her gut.
My God, she thought, what have I done?
By: Rebecca
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and sexual content. If you watch Passions, you can deal with this fic.
Pairing: Fox/Resa
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Passions are mine. I have nothing clever to say about it :o)
A/N: This is my first Passions fic! I got really bored in my second hour government class and started writing this. so yeah, be kind and please review!
* * * *
Chapter 1
Her life seemed to come down to a series of 'one nights'. In one night Ethan had proposed and in one night had taken that promise away. One night in Bermuda caused her to once again lose the man she loved and damned her to a loveless marriage. One night gave her little Ethan Martin and one night had taken all she had left - her patience, her sweetness, but worst of all, any respect Ethan still had for her. She was damned to let Ivy stay in the mansion but she was damned if the bitch left. All in all she had made her decision and as the assembled crowd of vipers left the foyer, only Theresa and Ethan remained.
"How could you be so heartless? My mother may have been a bitch, she may have been merciless and she may have said deplorable things but you. you have become like her more then you know. Right now I can't remember why I ever fell in love with you, Mrs. Crane." Ethan shook his head and ascended the staircase to join Gwen.
"Well fine! It's not as if you ever really acted like you cared!" The slamming of his door cut off her outcry. Making a face, she stormed into the living room, grabbing a bottle of champagne with a glass and flopping onto the plush couch.
"Did he ever once stand up to Ivy for me? No. son of a bitch! Fine, go be with your lying wife, I don't care! You chose her and now you can live with her," downing her flute she sighed. Pouring another, Theresa mock-saluted Ethan's portrait on the mantle, "May you all get what you deserve."
* * * *
The sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains. Theresa groaned and blinked awake trying to be rid of the horrible pain the light caused her head. Stretching out, her foot hit something hard. Something warm. Something that was unquestionably a someone. Her eyes flew open and she took in her surroundings- by the furnishings it was definitely the Crane mansions but not her own room. Going over the events of the previous night she couldn't remember anything past having a couple flutes of champagne to dull the feeling that had grown in her gut.
My God, she thought, what have I done?