Look Beyond The Pain
Written By: Dawn Otstot
Date: 2/19/02
WARNING: Complete AU which takes place 7 years after the marriage in 1987.
Rated: R (For Violence, sexual situation, and Intense Language) Read at your Own Risk.
** General Disclaimer ** Scarecrow and Mrs. King and anything there by associated with SMK in this FF, the rights are owned by Warner Brothers Entertainment and Shoot the Moon Enterprises Ltd. ..
CHAPTER 1
Well he finally did it. Lee 'Scarecrow' Stetson, after all these years, successfully got her out of his life. His beautiful wife of seven years was finding no time like the present to exit that door, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Caught up in the moment Lee could feel nothing, nothing but the sensation of his hands becoming ice cold, his heart beat slowing and pounding ever so hard upon his chest, and a set of tears burning trails down his pale, cold cheeks.
'God I love her so much...Why am I doing this, God please tell me why?' he pleaded. His former defenses which had helped keep him emotionless the years before he met her were now nonexistent, and the man known as Scarecrow was in a pleading cry. Not a deep sob that would bring attention to himself, but his eyes were beat red, tears flowed freely like the rain, and the soft sound of a sniffle every 5 seconds was easily heard by any in the room.
He stared aimlessly at the door, holding her pained image in his eyes as long as he could, even as his brain told him that she was no longer there. He could still feel the tingle of her touch along his face, but it wasn't a soft gentle touch. As the fog in his mind started to fade he began to realize it wasn't a tingle at all, but more like a sharp sting, and he wouldn't be surprised if there was a bruise soon to follow. He didn't care because in his heart she had every right to slap him that hard, and he would have gladly taken a hard punch to the ribs or even a bullet if it meant he could get rid of the pain she must be feeling now.
Lee wasn't the type to stand by and watch a woman being struck, and he'd sooner shoot off his own foot before he'd ever do it himself. But even more powerful than his beliefs on the proper treatment of women in general, had always been his complete assurance that he would kill any man that ever laid a hand upon his Amanda. Unfortunately, this time he had no choice but to let it happen in front of his own eyes. She had just become a victim to a verbal and physical attack. Not by his own hand, dear god no. There is no way in hell he would ever do that no matter what. It was the verbal end he just dished it out, and as each damning word came out if his mouth he felt his heart dying inside of him. However, nothing was more painful though then having to watch another man practically rape her while he stood there doing nothing. If he did attempt to interfere, the end result would have been much worse, he would have to watch Amanda die.
'Oh God help me...Help her understand I'm doing this for her life, not because I want her gone. Protect her, so I can find a way out of this mess.' Lee then doubled over, arms crossed along his stomach, and his legs pulling him into a crouched position. Letting the rest of his weight take over, he leaned against the base of the couch, and glared hard at the one man making his life a living hell.
"Well done Stetson. I didn't think you had it in you, and I loved the expression she had on her face. Now as long as she stays away from you, she lives." Ronkovik spouted in a husky Russian voice.
The man standing before Lee was one of the last remaining Russian Mob leaders left in the former Soviet Union. Because of a previous run in with Lee, in which his plans had been ruined, Ronkovik had come up with a new plan where Lee would be forced to be at his beck and call. This man was out to break up the best team ever assembled by any known and unknown Law Enforcing Agency out there, and he wanted to make their lives as miserable as possible. Little did Ronkovik know that Lee and Amanda had left The Agency over 3 years ago.
"SHUT the HELL up...Get the hell out of my house and my life you son of a bitch!" Lee stressed every word to make his anger and pain known to the Russian. Little did he know that God had been listening to his quiet pleas earlier; Amanda sat curled up in a fetal position just outside the door.
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Written By: Dawn Otstot
Date: 2/19/02
WARNING: Complete AU which takes place 7 years after the marriage in 1987.
Rated: R (For Violence, sexual situation, and Intense Language) Read at your Own Risk.
** General Disclaimer ** Scarecrow and Mrs. King and anything there by associated with SMK in this FF, the rights are owned by Warner Brothers Entertainment and Shoot the Moon Enterprises Ltd. ..
CHAPTER 1
Well he finally did it. Lee 'Scarecrow' Stetson, after all these years, successfully got her out of his life. His beautiful wife of seven years was finding no time like the present to exit that door, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Caught up in the moment Lee could feel nothing, nothing but the sensation of his hands becoming ice cold, his heart beat slowing and pounding ever so hard upon his chest, and a set of tears burning trails down his pale, cold cheeks.
'God I love her so much...Why am I doing this, God please tell me why?' he pleaded. His former defenses which had helped keep him emotionless the years before he met her were now nonexistent, and the man known as Scarecrow was in a pleading cry. Not a deep sob that would bring attention to himself, but his eyes were beat red, tears flowed freely like the rain, and the soft sound of a sniffle every 5 seconds was easily heard by any in the room.
He stared aimlessly at the door, holding her pained image in his eyes as long as he could, even as his brain told him that she was no longer there. He could still feel the tingle of her touch along his face, but it wasn't a soft gentle touch. As the fog in his mind started to fade he began to realize it wasn't a tingle at all, but more like a sharp sting, and he wouldn't be surprised if there was a bruise soon to follow. He didn't care because in his heart she had every right to slap him that hard, and he would have gladly taken a hard punch to the ribs or even a bullet if it meant he could get rid of the pain she must be feeling now.
Lee wasn't the type to stand by and watch a woman being struck, and he'd sooner shoot off his own foot before he'd ever do it himself. But even more powerful than his beliefs on the proper treatment of women in general, had always been his complete assurance that he would kill any man that ever laid a hand upon his Amanda. Unfortunately, this time he had no choice but to let it happen in front of his own eyes. She had just become a victim to a verbal and physical attack. Not by his own hand, dear god no. There is no way in hell he would ever do that no matter what. It was the verbal end he just dished it out, and as each damning word came out if his mouth he felt his heart dying inside of him. However, nothing was more painful though then having to watch another man practically rape her while he stood there doing nothing. If he did attempt to interfere, the end result would have been much worse, he would have to watch Amanda die.
'Oh God help me...Help her understand I'm doing this for her life, not because I want her gone. Protect her, so I can find a way out of this mess.' Lee then doubled over, arms crossed along his stomach, and his legs pulling him into a crouched position. Letting the rest of his weight take over, he leaned against the base of the couch, and glared hard at the one man making his life a living hell.
"Well done Stetson. I didn't think you had it in you, and I loved the expression she had on her face. Now as long as she stays away from you, she lives." Ronkovik spouted in a husky Russian voice.
The man standing before Lee was one of the last remaining Russian Mob leaders left in the former Soviet Union. Because of a previous run in with Lee, in which his plans had been ruined, Ronkovik had come up with a new plan where Lee would be forced to be at his beck and call. This man was out to break up the best team ever assembled by any known and unknown Law Enforcing Agency out there, and he wanted to make their lives as miserable as possible. Little did Ronkovik know that Lee and Amanda had left The Agency over 3 years ago.
"SHUT the HELL up...Get the hell out of my house and my life you son of a bitch!" Lee stressed every word to make his anger and pain known to the Russian. Little did he know that God had been listening to his quiet pleas earlier; Amanda sat curled up in a fetal position just outside the door.
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