Title: Lauren and Scott – Why Not?
Author: Kristen
Date: January 16, 2001
Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this fanfiction are not of my own creation, but are the property and creation of David E. Kelly and Fox TV. This is for entertainment purposes only.
"I kissed him." Lauren Davis told Marilyn Suder as they sat in the teacher's lounge.
"Kissed who? Harry? We all know that, Sheryl Holt took care of that."
"Not Harry, Scott Guber."
"Scott Guber?"
"Yes, we were talking and he was pouring out his heart to me, and I felt so bad, if you could have seen how sad he was. Well, anyone, I kissed him."
"Where?"
"By the coffee pot."
"No, where on his body?"
"On the cheek."
"What's the big deal about that?"
"I can't get it out of head. I keep replaying it in my mind. The question is, why?"
"Why? I'll tell you why. Either you think that you led Scott in the wrong direction, or you feel guilty for kissing him because of what's going on between you and Harry."
"I think you're right."
"About what part?"
"The guilty because I think I sent Scott signals and I have something going on with Harry. But, Marilyn, you should have seen him, he was uptight and upset, hey, who could blame him after a week like this. I care for Harry, he is sweet and kind, but there is just something about Scott, kissing him, even on the cheek, I felt, full, needed."
"Wow. If this kiss affected you this much, imagine how it affected him. You need to talk to Scott."
"Talk to me about what?" Scott asked as he entered the lounge.
"I'll see you later," Marilyn said, choosing that moment to leave so that Lauren could say what she needed to say.
"What is it, Lauren?"
"Scott, about before…"
"You don't need to say anything. It was a kiss under the mistltoe, it was on the cheek, that's all it was."
"No. You trusted me, and I was out of line."
"I didn't think so, if anything, I was the one that was out of line. All of those times, when I asked you to the symphony and all, I'm sorry I put you on the spot with that baby thing."
"There was nothing wrong with that. I told you, if you ever need to talk to me, about anything."
Scott straightened and turned to walk out the door, but before he made it all the way out, Lauren said, "I meant that."
"I know, and I, uh, I want to talk, about a lot of things. How about tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"There I go again. I'm sorry. I…"
"Is eight okay?"
"Eight is fine."
It was decided. Tonight, he said to himself, was his only chance.
Later that day, Scott and Steven were in his office. Scott was wringing his hands and was so nervous that he couldn't help but pace.
"This is my only chance to get this right, Steven. If I do one thing wrong, any chances I have of ever being with Lauren will go right down the tubes."
"You are all ready making one mistake, Scott. You are staking way too much on this one date."
"What else am I supposed to do? The last time I was on a real date, I was in my twenties. I'm almost fifty!"
"Well, at least you're on the right track."
"I don't understand."
"At least Lauren agreed to a date that Sheryl Holt can't find out about. Where are you taking her?"
"I haven't decided. Come to think of it, I didn't even make arrangments to pick her up. We just decided that eight o'clock was the time."
"In that case, you'd better find out the rest of the details before you where a whole in my carpet."
"Steven, what if this is a disaster?"
"Then at least you know that you and Lauren are not right for each other. Look, Scott, I know how you feel about Lauren and I don't entirely approve of this thing, but you're my friend, and above all I want to see you happy. So find out where you are going and stop worrying."
The phrase "stop worrying" was something that Lauren needed to hear. She couldn't believe she was doing this. A date with Scott Guber wasn't exactly something to get nervous about. He had finally sent her a message telling her that he would pick her up at her house at 8:00 and to dress formally because he was taking her to Tosca, a very fancy, upper scale Italian restaurant on the north side.
It was 7:30 and her hair was still wet. There were clothes all over the bed, and she still had no idea what she wanted to wear. She hoped Scott would be late, but she knew that was less than likely, not the precise, punctual Scott she worked with everyday, not a chance. She sensed time was running out, so she selected a form fitting black dress, one that she wore when she couldn't figure out what to wear. It was sexy enough to wear on a date, but conservative enough to wear with someone like Scott.
The doorbell rang, and Lauren's heart skipped a beat. On my God! He was early and she was, was…A MESS! She threw a robe on over the dress and ran to open the door, only it wasn't Scott behind the door; it was Harry.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Uh, yeah, actually, I was just getting ready to go out to dinner with a, a Marilyn, you know kind of like a girls night out."
"Oh, well, I guess Kevin will feel a little out of place then, because I happen to know that he is taking Marilyn out to dinner tonight, so come on Lauren, spill who are you going out with?"
"Scott."
"Scott, Scott who?"
"Scott Guber, you know, Vice Principal, yelled about the gun thing, that Scott."
"Guber?"
"Yes Harry."
