Disclaimers: Characters of Scarecrow and Mrs King belong to Shoot the Moon Productions. Babylon 5, characters, names, and all related indicia are trademarks of Time Warner Entertainment Co. (I copied that from the official web site). Typical lines, situations, clichés, etc are borrowed from SMK.
Additional notes: This is the sequel to 'Taxi Dance', and yes I do know that it wasn't actually about Taxi Dancing. My stories are written for the amusement of the author and hopefully the readers as well. This isn't a real crossover story, I'm just having fun with the names, after all the real American president of the early 80's wasn't a hunk. Oh, yeah, and Boston's 'Amanda' didn't really come out in time for my story. You can only imagine how many songs I want to quote in relation to L&A, but when they're from the 90's I can't fudge it.
"Had you ever flown a whirlybird before?" President John Sheridan asked his dance partner, Amanda King.
"Nope, but Lee... Mr Stetson helped me, he told me exactly what to do."
'In a rather loud way,' Amanda added to herself.
The song came to an end, the President and Amanda stopped dancing and applauded along with the rest of the crowd.
"I'd better return you to your date," The President told Amanda, "Mr Stetson's been keeping an eye on us the whole time!" John offered his arm to Amanda, to escort her back to her table.
"Oh, it's not a real date, Mr President... John," Amanda corrected herself at his look, "Lee's working tonight, I'm just part of his cover."
"Of course, Stetson's the consummate professional. He would never let a woman, no matter how beautiful," Sheridan smiled warmly at Amanda as she blushed in response to the compliment, "interfere with his duties."
They arrived back at the table where Lee Stetson and Francine Desmond were waiting. Francine had managed to compose herself so that she was no longer gaping at the two. Lee was unconsciously clenching his fists, but nobody could see that under the table. He relaxed and stood up at their approach.
"Amanda, thank you for the dance. Stetson, thank you for letting me borrow your 'date'" the President shook hands with them in turn, winking at Amanda when she smiled at the term.
"Mr President," was Lee's only response as he returned the handshake. He didn't know what else to say. He couldn't believe he actually felt like decking the President of the United States. 'This is ridiculous,' he told himself, 'what do I care who Amanda dances with?' But their obvious rapport set his teeth on edge.
"Ms Desmond, always a pleasure." Francine smiled brilliantly in response as the President took his leave.
"Well?" Delenn asked her husband as he returned to their table. She was beginning to feel a little like decking Amanda...
John gave his wife a brief, but loving, kiss. "Mrs King is a charming woman. I can see what Melrose and Stetson see in her. I think he wanted to take my head off!"
"Don't be silly, John, Mr Stetson always leaves his dates to mingle at these things." Delenn laughed at the very idea of Stetson being bothered by a simple dance, forgetting her own irritation. Now that John was back at her side, she was more than reassured by the love she saw glowing in his eyes.
"What were you two talking and laughing about?" Lee demanded of Amanda, as he held a chair for her.
"Oh, I was just telling him about how you and I met," Amanda replied, taking the proffered seat.
"That's classified!" Lee protested.
"Lee! Duh, he's the President! I figured HE was cleared."
This was getting nowhere, Francine though impatiently. "C'mon, Amanda, I have to go powder my nose!" Francine grabbed Amanda's arm, hoping for a little 'girl talk', a little dishing over the dish of a President. Amanda glanced back over her shoulder at Lee, shrugging helplessly as she was dragged off to the Ladies Room.
Now it was Lee's turn to feel abandoned. He mentally shook himself, the party was winding down and there was still work to be done. Security 'clean-up' as it were. He rose to make the rounds, circling the room and checking in with the other agents on duty. He smiled when he noticed the President and First Lady in a loving embrace, silently enjoying the last dance of the evening.
Lee returned to his table to find Amanda and Francine had returned. Francine was annoyed because she couldn't get anything out of Amanda besides that the President has 'beautiful, beautiful eyes', she'd really been hoping for a little better gossip than that.
"I guess we can go now, everything seems to be under control here. Good-night, Francine." Lee offered Amanda his arm, and escorted her from the room.
Lee and Amanda were silent in the Porsche as he drove back to IFF, each lost in their own thoughts of the evening. He pulled into his usual space, and even though it was right next to Amanda's car, parked and came around to help her out of the car. Amanda's taffeta skirt rustled quietly as she was assisted out of the Porsche. Lee took her car keys, unlocked the door, and held it open for her.
"Amanda," Lee said, as he handed her keys back to her, "I don't know why you hate this dress, you look great in blue!"
Amanda glanced up in surprise from fastening her seat belt, "How did you... I mean, thank you. That's very sweet of you to say." She smiled, when would she cease to be amazed at his knowledge of the tiniest details of her life? 'We have our ways,' his statement from that first dance echoed in her mind. And he really did have impeccable manners.
Seeing she was safely settled, he shut the door to her car, and returned to his own. They simultaneously started their cars, smiled and waved to each other, mouthing silent 'good night's. Lee followed Amanda to the parking exit, she turned right, he turned left and they took off into the night, each sparing glances at the other's taillights until they were out of sight.
The End
Additional notes: This is the sequel to 'Taxi Dance', and yes I do know that it wasn't actually about Taxi Dancing. My stories are written for the amusement of the author and hopefully the readers as well. This isn't a real crossover story, I'm just having fun with the names, after all the real American president of the early 80's wasn't a hunk. Oh, yeah, and Boston's 'Amanda' didn't really come out in time for my story. You can only imagine how many songs I want to quote in relation to L&A, but when they're from the 90's I can't fudge it.
"Had you ever flown a whirlybird before?" President John Sheridan asked his dance partner, Amanda King.
"Nope, but Lee... Mr Stetson helped me, he told me exactly what to do."
'In a rather loud way,' Amanda added to herself.
The song came to an end, the President and Amanda stopped dancing and applauded along with the rest of the crowd.
"I'd better return you to your date," The President told Amanda, "Mr Stetson's been keeping an eye on us the whole time!" John offered his arm to Amanda, to escort her back to her table.
"Oh, it's not a real date, Mr President... John," Amanda corrected herself at his look, "Lee's working tonight, I'm just part of his cover."
"Of course, Stetson's the consummate professional. He would never let a woman, no matter how beautiful," Sheridan smiled warmly at Amanda as she blushed in response to the compliment, "interfere with his duties."
They arrived back at the table where Lee Stetson and Francine Desmond were waiting. Francine had managed to compose herself so that she was no longer gaping at the two. Lee was unconsciously clenching his fists, but nobody could see that under the table. He relaxed and stood up at their approach.
"Amanda, thank you for the dance. Stetson, thank you for letting me borrow your 'date'" the President shook hands with them in turn, winking at Amanda when she smiled at the term.
"Mr President," was Lee's only response as he returned the handshake. He didn't know what else to say. He couldn't believe he actually felt like decking the President of the United States. 'This is ridiculous,' he told himself, 'what do I care who Amanda dances with?' But their obvious rapport set his teeth on edge.
"Ms Desmond, always a pleasure." Francine smiled brilliantly in response as the President took his leave.
"Well?" Delenn asked her husband as he returned to their table. She was beginning to feel a little like decking Amanda...
John gave his wife a brief, but loving, kiss. "Mrs King is a charming woman. I can see what Melrose and Stetson see in her. I think he wanted to take my head off!"
"Don't be silly, John, Mr Stetson always leaves his dates to mingle at these things." Delenn laughed at the very idea of Stetson being bothered by a simple dance, forgetting her own irritation. Now that John was back at her side, she was more than reassured by the love she saw glowing in his eyes.
"What were you two talking and laughing about?" Lee demanded of Amanda, as he held a chair for her.
"Oh, I was just telling him about how you and I met," Amanda replied, taking the proffered seat.
"That's classified!" Lee protested.
"Lee! Duh, he's the President! I figured HE was cleared."
This was getting nowhere, Francine though impatiently. "C'mon, Amanda, I have to go powder my nose!" Francine grabbed Amanda's arm, hoping for a little 'girl talk', a little dishing over the dish of a President. Amanda glanced back over her shoulder at Lee, shrugging helplessly as she was dragged off to the Ladies Room.
Now it was Lee's turn to feel abandoned. He mentally shook himself, the party was winding down and there was still work to be done. Security 'clean-up' as it were. He rose to make the rounds, circling the room and checking in with the other agents on duty. He smiled when he noticed the President and First Lady in a loving embrace, silently enjoying the last dance of the evening.
Lee returned to his table to find Amanda and Francine had returned. Francine was annoyed because she couldn't get anything out of Amanda besides that the President has 'beautiful, beautiful eyes', she'd really been hoping for a little better gossip than that.
"I guess we can go now, everything seems to be under control here. Good-night, Francine." Lee offered Amanda his arm, and escorted her from the room.
Lee and Amanda were silent in the Porsche as he drove back to IFF, each lost in their own thoughts of the evening. He pulled into his usual space, and even though it was right next to Amanda's car, parked and came around to help her out of the car. Amanda's taffeta skirt rustled quietly as she was assisted out of the Porsche. Lee took her car keys, unlocked the door, and held it open for her.
"Amanda," Lee said, as he handed her keys back to her, "I don't know why you hate this dress, you look great in blue!"
Amanda glanced up in surprise from fastening her seat belt, "How did you... I mean, thank you. That's very sweet of you to say." She smiled, when would she cease to be amazed at his knowledge of the tiniest details of her life? 'We have our ways,' his statement from that first dance echoed in her mind. And he really did have impeccable manners.
Seeing she was safely settled, he shut the door to her car, and returned to his own. They simultaneously started their cars, smiled and waved to each other, mouthing silent 'good night's. Lee followed Amanda to the parking exit, she turned right, he turned left and they took off into the night, each sparing glances at the other's taillights until they were out of sight.
The End