Title: Passion meets Days

This is a story with Days of our Lives and Passions

Writer: Christen (PurplehaysC@netscape.net (write Salem and Paris writes some of Harmony) and Krystal (krazystar15@aol.com (writes most of Harmony)

Comments: please send all comments

~Chapter 1~ Paris

As I sat waiting on the plane, I could not help but think what if I did not get there before the invitation did. As much I knew Luis, will not want me to, I just had to. "Lady and Gentlemen we are about to land so please put your seats up right and buckle your seatbelts." It will not be long before I was going to be landed in Paris and talking to Ethan Crane.

                When I got to the Crane's house, I knocked on the door. Ethan came and opened the door. "Pilar, what are you doing?" He quickly hugged me.

"Actually Mr. Crane."

"Pilar you've know me since I was a baby. Please call me Ethan. And please come in."

I walked into the door. "Ok Ethan I came here to talk to you about something very important."

"What is that Pilar? Is everything ok in Harmony? Take a seat." I sat down on the couch. He walked over to his desk, picked up a letter, and started to open it. 

"No, Ethan everything's fine.  It's about Theresa. You remember the guy you tried to set her up with for prom, Justin." He looked up and nodded. Then picked up another letter. "Well he and Theresa…." Then I looked up and saw Ethan's face lose color. "Ethan are you ok?"

He then held up the letter. "This is what you were coming to tell me. Right Pilar? That Theresa and Justin are getting married?" I nodded my head. "Why did you come all this way just to tell me this Pilar? You think I care.

Well I don't. I'm happy for Theresa and Justin. Hopefully they're marriage will work out as well as Gwen and mine." "I just thought that you would want to know." "Pilar…. Look I have some important business to be done. If you don't mind Pilar I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I got up. And starting walking to the door.

"I understand Ethan but you can please at least come to the wedding."

"Pilar, I can at least say that I'll thing about it. Now can you please leave?" "Sure I'll leave Ethan. Bye Mr.

Crane." I walked out of the door. I didn't walk very far when I looked back at the

Crane house and saw Ethan sitting down on the coach and looked depressed….

I quickly turned around and walked away.

I found the restaurant that Austin and had told me to meet them at and walked in. I saw Austin sitting alone at a table. I walked over.  "Austin, where's you wife?" He got up. "Oh Roman,

I'm glad you came.  Sit down." I took a seat. "Austin, why did you want me to come? And where is Greta?" "Greta's at home. She doesn't know that I'm here." I looked at him shocked. "Austin, is something wrong with Greta or you?" "No, it's Billie. I do not know the whole thing but Billie told me that someone was stalking her and she said the Paris police would not help. I told her that you, Bo or Abe would defiantly help her. She told me that she wanted me to get you. Roman do you think you can help her?" "I can try Austin. That's really all I can do until I find out what's going on." "Thank you Roman so much. Billie said she would meet you tomorrow here at six in the morning. Look I have to go. Thank you again Roman." He got up.  "Your welcome Austin. Tell Greta hi from me." "I will. Bye" "Bye." He walked out the door and I sat back down. I ordered something to eat.

After I got my order, I looked up and there was this woman standing next to my table. She looked familiar but I could not think of who she was.  "Roman? Roman Brady? Is that you?" "Yes, I'm sorry but I don't remember who you are?" She looked a little sad. "Pilar Lopiz-Fitgerald, Luis's mom." "Oh now I remember you. Why don't you sit down?" We had met a long time ago when her oldest son Luis was taken his training to become a police. It had been so long. "So Pilar how are you and what are you doing here?" "Well I'm doing fine. I came here to give someone some news. That didn't go over to well. And what are you doing here?" "I came here because someone I know is in trouble. But let's not talk about it. So how are your three children?" 

We talked till the place closed.  It was wonderful to have her company.  As we started to leave, I asked her, "Pilar, what would you think about doing something tomorrow?" She looked at me and smiled. "That would be nice. When?" "How about you give me the number of where you are staying and I'll call you." "Fine." She picked up a napkin and wrote the number down. "Here. I guess I will see you tomorrow. Good night Roman." I took the napkin. "Good night Pilar." I opened the door for her and she walked out. As I watched her walk away, I was glad I had come to Paris.