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Note: This was my first fanfic, this chapter was originally submitted on December 7th, 2000.



My Only Love Part one

It had been only two days since they found Sheridan's body, suffocated, inside her coffin. It had been only two days since Hank was murdered by the drug cartel. The drug cartel had almost killed Agent Freeman, but he was rescued just in time; that was how they knew that Sheridan had still been alive; but by then it was too late to save her.

It was only yesterday that Kay had murdered Charity. Hecuba told her that if she killed Charity she would give her back her soul. Only Kay had stupidly killed her cousin in broad daylight. This is how it happened:

Everyone hadn't been home when it happened. The only ones who were home were Kay and Charity. "Charity! Can you come down here?!" Kay called from the living room.

Charity came downstairs. "Yea, what's up?" Little did she know that Kay was hiding a butcher knife behind her back.

"This," She lifted the knife above her head.

Charity screamed and started to back away. "Kay, what are you doing?!"

"Getting my revenge." Charity started to run but not fast enough. Kay stabbed her in her side. Charity cried out in pain and went down. Kay was on top of her again. "No one's around to see me do this. After Miguel gets over it I'll have him. And my soul won't belong to Hecuba!" She kept stabbing Charity without seeming like she'd ever stop. Her plan was that after she killed Charity, she'd cut herself in several places and tie herself in a chair and make it look like she was attacked herself and was unable to help her poor cousin. Only she was stupid not kill Charity earlier in the day, because as she was stabbing her, in came her Sam, Grace, Jessica, and Miguel. They all looked at Kay in horror.

"Kay! What the hell are you doing?!!" Sam yelled, as he and Grace pried her off of Charity.

Jessica and Miguel were at Charity's side. They turned her over; her entire body was lying in a pool of blood. Miguel lifted Charity into his lap. "Charity? Charity, answer me."

Charity, in her dying moment, looked up at her loving boyfriend. "Miguel," she struggled to say and in so much pain. "I love you." And then her body went limp.

"Charity! CHARITY! NO!" Miguel, fighting to keep the tears that were welling in his eyes from falling, shook her in desperate hopes of bringing her back to life. But he knew that it was a lost cause. Jessica was already crying, looking down at Charity, and then looking up at Kay with hate and anger.

Sam stared at Charity with disbelief that she was dead. Grace was crying looking at her daughter, whom she thought she knew. "Kay, how could you do this? Why?"

Miguel was hugging Charity. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "God Kay, WHY?!"

Kay knew life as she knew it was over. The look in her father's eyes told her that he wanted nothing to do with her. She'd be tried for murder. And Miguel hated her, that was the worst of it. She wanted to die.

Sheridan's second funeral was held that day, about an hour before Kay killed Charity. Luis attended it, even though he wasn't invited. He was reluctant to closing the coffin. Ever since he found out that Sheridan had been alive the first time, he still had some belief that she was alive. Finally, after some time, and Ethan's threats, he let the coffin be closed. Right before it was closed he bent over to give one last kiss to Sheridan. "Goodbye, my love," he whispered. He watched the coffin be closed. And then he walked out of the Church. He didn't want any of the Cranes to see him cry.

Charity and Hank's funeral was held the next day. Miguel spent most of it with Luis. "She was the only one I ever loved," he said. "I can't believe she's dead. How could this happen?" He cried on his brother's shoulder. He never hated anyone like he hated Kay.

"I know, Miguel, I know," he said as he hugged his grieving brother. He too was wondering how could this be. Why both of them. Why at once?

Sam meanwhile, was talking to T.C.. "I think I'm going to resign as chief of police."

"What! Why?"

"Look at this T.C.! I can't stop the drug cartel from killing Hank and letting Sheridan die. I can't even protect my own family."

"Listen, you're a good cop."

"Yea, I'm so good, I can't even see if my own daughter--ex-daughter, will kill my niece. I think I'll just give Ethan Crane what he wants, and resign"

T.C. didn't know what to say after that. He still didn't think Sam should quit, but he didn't know what to say.

"I just want to be alone right now," Miguel said when they got home. He walked to his room and shut the door.

"He's not the only one," said Luis, as he walked off to his room.

"Luis, when you want to talk..." But he had already closed the door before Theresa could finish. "...we'll be here for you." She looked down. Luis was still mad at her for lying to him about Ethan. "Do you think he'll forgive me?" she asked her mother.

"In time," Pilar answered, although she had no idea, and she showed it on her face. Theresa started crying and all Pilar could do was hug her.

Luis entered his room not listening to what Theresa was saying. He was still furious with her for lying to him about dating a man he hated. He shut the door. He just wanted to die.

Just then he looked at his bed. There, lying on her front, naked, with blankets up to her back, was Sheridan.

Luis barely found his breath. He was in too much shock to move for a few seconds. Finally he ran over to her. "Sheridan!" he called.

Before he was able to do anything else a bright light appeared. Luis covered his eyes because the light was so bright. Out of it came appeared the Angel Girl. Luis looked at her. "Who or what are you?" he asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Just call me an Angel of Goodness," she replied. Luis looked down at Sheridan. "Yes, Luis, she's alive."

He couldn't speak for a few seconds. "I...I don't know what to say." He finally said stuttering, in too much shock to say anything. "Thank you...thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." He looked at Sheridan again, holding back tears.

"Both of them will be of great use in Harmony and the rest of the world too," the Angel said suddenly.

"Both of them?" Luis asked, looking up.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Miguel now."

A big look of shock was on his face. "You mean Charity's..."

"Yes, Luis. Charity's alive."

Luis looked down at Sheridan again. "Then Miguel's as happy as I am," he said, stroking Sheridan's back. Then there was another bright light, and the Angel Girl was gone. Luis was alone with Sheridan. He rolled her over on her back and held her in his arms on his lap. "Come on, Sheridan, wake up." He shook her gently.

Sheridan groaned. "Luis."

"Sheridan!" He almost yelled. Though he knew she was alive, he was still stunned to see her move after her being dead. "Sheridan."

She looked up at him. "Luis."

"I'm here...I'm here," he stuttered, his voice choked with emotion.

"You are?"

"Yea, I am. You're alive...You're alive."

Her mind was all a big blur. She didn't remember anything that had happened. But then she remembered Hank's plan. Then she remembered suffocating to death in the coffin. For one second she thought she was really dead. Then she realized what Luis had said. She was alive. She was very much alive. It was all so much to bear at once. She flew into Luis's arms, embracing him, crying. "I love you, Luis. I love you so much."

He hugged her back. "I love you too, Sheridan." And then he finally let the tears fall down. "I was so afraid I would never get to tell you." He cried as hard as Sheridan was. His one true love, who just yesterday had died, was now alive, and he was holding her in his arms. He was afraid he'd wake up and find all of this a dream, but no, he knew that this was definitely real. "Oh, Sheridan," he whispered. It was hard to talk loudly because he was crying. They both cried and laughed at the same time because they were so happy. They stayed like that for a while, they didn't need words, they were both feeling the love they were giving each other. "I thought I would never see you again," Luis finally said. They looked into each others eyes. "Why are you crying? We're together."

"I'm happy," she answered. "You're crying too."

"Yea, I know," he said, and they both burst out laughing. And then they kissed, the most passionate kiss of their lives. "Come on, let's go tell Mama and Theresa the good news." He got up and opened his closet. "Here, put this on," he said as he threw Sheridan his bathrobe.

No sooner had Sheridan put on the bathrobe than there was a banging at the door. "Sheridan! Luis! It's us. Can we come in?" It was Miguel and Charity.

"Come in! Come in!"

Miguel came in; and so did Charity, who was wearing Miguel's bathrobe. "Oh my God! It is true. You are alive!" Miguel cried to Sheridan, and he hugged her.

"I was going to say the same thing about Charity," Luis said as he hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Everyone was hugging each other and then all of them went into a group hug. None of them had ever been so happy. "Come on, let's go tell Mama and Theresa," Luis said again. They all left. "Wait here, I'll tell them," he said when they got to Pilar and Theresa. Charity and Sheridan stayed there while Miguel went with Luis.

Pilar and Theresa were still in the living room when Miguel and Luis came out. They noticed the change in faces that told them they were no longer grieving. Before they could say anything, Miguel spoke. "You have to promise you won't have a heart attack and die from this surprise, okay?" Before they could answer Miguel called Charity and Sheridan down. Pilar and Theresa gasped when they saw them.

"Hi Pilar," Sheridan said as she walked over to hug her.

"Oh my gosh..." Pilar started to say, but couldn't because she was starting to cry.

Everyone now got into another group hug, except for Theresa. She was uncomfortable being around Luis after the huge argument they had. She was afraid of Luis giving her an angry look. But then Luis looked at her with a look that said "I forgive you, get in here." Now that Sheridan was alive he wasn't angry with her anymore. Theresa smiled and went into the group hug.

"Just don't lie again," he said out loud.

"I won't." After a few seconds she finally asked the question that was on her and Pilar's mind. "How? How are you both back alive?"

"It's a long story," Charity answered. They all sat down as the four of them began to tell how it happened.