*A/N* Don't kill me now, OKAY? But, I've fastforward-ed through time and
now we are about a week after the last chapter. Here's the low-down,
Theresa is still stressing herself at work, but not as much with Ethan
(happy that Noah's back in town), Luis and Sheridan are still stealing
little rendezvous hoping that Antonio won't realize they are in love,
Miguel and Kay are now on speaking terms (though Kay is still a bit wary of
Miguel), AND finally Paloma and Fox are starting to ease into their newly
found friendship, trying to iron out all the kinks in it. So, that's where
we are today.
Hope you guys enjoy what's to come!!! =)
"Ethan. Son?" The steel-blue eyes of the older man greeted his eldest with a smile, "Come on in."
"Hey Sam," Ethan grinned at his father and walked through the doorway of his family's home, "Good morning, Grace."
"Hey, Ethan!" Grace Bennett walked in from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist, "What brings you here this morning?"
"Well," Ethan cleared his throat, "I was hoping to see if Noah wanted to head down to the marina with me today. Thought we'd do a little sailing."
"Oh, Ethan." Sam smiled at his son and placed a hand on his shoulder as he escorted him into the living room, "Noah would love that!"
"You think so, Sam?"
"Of course he would," Grace answered for her husband.
"Let me go up and let him know you're down here," Sam nodded, "you know I think he's still asleep."
"Thanks."
"So, Ethan?" Grace sat on her living room sofa and sighed, trying to find a way to start a conversation, but soon was interrupted by the sound of her doorbell, "would you excuse me? I wonder who it could be at this time in the morning."
Grace made her way to her front door and peeked through the glass with a slight giggle. The face on the other side was smiling and bright. Grace's eyes lit up as she pulled the door open to reveal the young woman who was smiling at her through the window, only moments before.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bennett!"
"Theresa!" Grace threw her arms around the young woman and pulled her in from the cold, "what can I do for you?"
"Actually," Theresa raised her eyebrows and pulled out a brown paper bag from behind her back with a smile.
"Well," Grace laughed, "you better run on up and see if you can catch my husband before he wakes Noah up."
"He's still asleep?"
"Yeah, but Sam went up to wake him."
"Thanks Mrs. B!" Theresa raced up the stairs skipping a step in between.
Grace shook her head and sighed, knowing full well that chaos was about to ensue in her home this morning. She realized that she had left her husband's son sitting on the sofa and Grace rushed it to see if he needed any attending.
"Ethan?" Grace made her way toward him, "I'm sorry about that."
"It's fine, Grace." Ethan stood from his spot on the sofa, "was that Theresa's voice I heard?"
"Yes it was," Grace tried to hide the smile, she was amazed that Ethan could sense Theresa's presence still.
"Oh," Ethan nodded, "she just stopped by?"
"Actually," Grace swallowed hard trying not to laugh, "she went upstairs to wake my son."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will in about ten seconds." Sam Bennett made his entrance into the living room with a huge grin on his face.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven." Grace counted.
"You see son," Sam spoke between his laughter as his wife counted down, "they've been doing this ever since they we children."
"Doing what?"
"Practical jokes."
"Six, five, four." Grace continued.
"They've been trying to one up each other, so the jokes get worse and worse every time."
Ethan nodded in understanding but was still confused and a little frustrated at what his father had just said, he walked to the foot of the stairwell and crossed his arms in anticipation.
"Three."
"Two." Sam joined his wife.
"ONE!!"
"THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Theresa's shriek could be heard from upstairs and she hurried her way down the hallway toward the stairs. She flew down the stairs and straight into Ethan's arms.
"Umph!" Theresa knocked Ethan over onto the floor.
"Theresa?" Ethan sat up and saw the smiling face of his former girlfriend beneath him.
"Oh, Ethan!" Theresa smiled, "I, uh, didn't know you were here!"
"What's going on?" Ethan asked as the sound of Noah's footsteps became louder by the second.
"Sorry, Ethan!" Theresa squealed in delight, "I got to run!"
"Get back here, Resa!" Noah screamed as he ran down the stairs.
"Oh dear!" Grace fell onto the sofa in hysterical laughter as Theresa ran to stand behind Sam, and her son made his way into the living room with whipped cream all over his face and hair.
"Come here!" Noah raged as he walked up to his dad and tried to reach around him, "You are so completely dead, Theresa!"
"Alright kids!" Sam put his hand up and stepped forward to block his son, "that's enough. Theresa got her prank and we had a laugh."
"Dad!" Noah stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, "You're going to let her get away with it?"
"Noah, honey." Grace stopped herself from laughing at her son's predicament, she walked toward Theresa and placed her arm around the younger woman's shoulders.
"I can't believe this!" Noah rolled his eyes, "my whole family has turned on me!"
"You completely deserved it!" Theresa stuck her tongue out at him and smiled, "You ran into my house last week and poured freezing cold water all over my bed. WHILE I WAS IN IT!"
"But,"
"Noah," Sam laughed, "Theresa's right, you seriously do deserve it for the thing you pulled on her last week."
"Fine," Noah conceded and walked up to Theresa who was beaming, "truce?"
Theresa looked up at her friend, who had his arms open wide, and searched his eyes for sincerity, she almost found it, but soon realized that this was just another one of Noah's little tricks.
"Oh, no you don't!" Theresa stepped back behind Sam and looked over his shoulder, "I know how your twisted little mind works Noah Bennett, and I am not going to let you win this one. It's my turn, Bennett!"
"Ahem?" Ethan cleared his throat to signal his presence.
"Hey bro!" Noah turned and smiled at the sight of his older brother, "sorry about all this, but Theresa has yet to grow up."
"You're one to talk." Grace laughed at her son's comment.
"Why don't I go on up and wash off this whipped cream?" Noah eyed Theresa as he made his way up the steps, "I'll be right back."
"That was," Ethan crossed his arms as a look of confusion spread across his face, "interesting."
"I got him good this time." Theresa squealed, "Did you see that look on his face Chief Bennett?"
"It sure was priceless," Sam laughed.
"I'd watch out if I were you Theresa," Grace walked forward and placed an arm around his son's friend, "you know that Noah will not let this one slide by."
"I'm not the least bit worried," Theresa smiled, "Anything he does to me cannot top today."
"Theresa?"
"Yeah Ethan?"
"I," Ethan scratched the back of his head before continuing, "I just don't know what to say. It's so not like you to do something like this."
"What are you talking about?" Theresa turned to face him.
"I mean," Ethan cleared his throat, "It's just that it's been a while since I've seen this side of you."
"What side?" Theresa's eyebrow raised.
"The silly, goofy, side." Ethan stepped forward and looked down into her eyes. "That smile. I don't think I've seen you smile like that in the longest time."
"Oh, Ethan." Theresa felt her cheeks grow warm, "I owe it all to the man who's washing the whipped cream from his hair."
"Noah?"
"Yeah," Theresa nodded, not knowing how her words affected her ex-fiance, "Noah's always brought out the little girl in me. Ever since we were younger, he's been someone who I never felt restrained with. Like I could always be myself around him."
"I see."
Ethan nodded and turned to stare out his father's living room window. Theresa's words sunk deep into his heart and rung loudly in his ears. There was a time when she spoke so lovingly and highly of their relationship. There was a time where he could make her smile like that. But now, that smile, was no longer his. It was someone else's, and that fact did not sit well with Ethan.
Not well at all.
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*A/N* Thank You very much for hanging on with me through this. It's been a pretty tough last month or so and I SINCERELY offer my apologies for not updating any sooner, but things were really getting hectic and stressful in my life, and I'd always seen writing this fic as a way to 'escape' and relieve myself, but I haven't had time to sit down and write, until now. So, again, I thank you for understanding, and I (hopefully) will be adding another chapter or two SOON. Also, I'll be trying to transition this fic into the storyline that we have going on in the show as well (Antonio cured, Sheridan pregnant, Theresa kicked out because of a fake marriage, etc. etc. etc.) Take Care!! WG
Hope you guys enjoy what's to come!!! =)
"Ethan. Son?" The steel-blue eyes of the older man greeted his eldest with a smile, "Come on in."
"Hey Sam," Ethan grinned at his father and walked through the doorway of his family's home, "Good morning, Grace."
"Hey, Ethan!" Grace Bennett walked in from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist, "What brings you here this morning?"
"Well," Ethan cleared his throat, "I was hoping to see if Noah wanted to head down to the marina with me today. Thought we'd do a little sailing."
"Oh, Ethan." Sam smiled at his son and placed a hand on his shoulder as he escorted him into the living room, "Noah would love that!"
"You think so, Sam?"
"Of course he would," Grace answered for her husband.
"Let me go up and let him know you're down here," Sam nodded, "you know I think he's still asleep."
"Thanks."
"So, Ethan?" Grace sat on her living room sofa and sighed, trying to find a way to start a conversation, but soon was interrupted by the sound of her doorbell, "would you excuse me? I wonder who it could be at this time in the morning."
Grace made her way to her front door and peeked through the glass with a slight giggle. The face on the other side was smiling and bright. Grace's eyes lit up as she pulled the door open to reveal the young woman who was smiling at her through the window, only moments before.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bennett!"
"Theresa!" Grace threw her arms around the young woman and pulled her in from the cold, "what can I do for you?"
"Actually," Theresa raised her eyebrows and pulled out a brown paper bag from behind her back with a smile.
"Well," Grace laughed, "you better run on up and see if you can catch my husband before he wakes Noah up."
"He's still asleep?"
"Yeah, but Sam went up to wake him."
"Thanks Mrs. B!" Theresa raced up the stairs skipping a step in between.
Grace shook her head and sighed, knowing full well that chaos was about to ensue in her home this morning. She realized that she had left her husband's son sitting on the sofa and Grace rushed it to see if he needed any attending.
"Ethan?" Grace made her way toward him, "I'm sorry about that."
"It's fine, Grace." Ethan stood from his spot on the sofa, "was that Theresa's voice I heard?"
"Yes it was," Grace tried to hide the smile, she was amazed that Ethan could sense Theresa's presence still.
"Oh," Ethan nodded, "she just stopped by?"
"Actually," Grace swallowed hard trying not to laugh, "she went upstairs to wake my son."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will in about ten seconds." Sam Bennett made his entrance into the living room with a huge grin on his face.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven." Grace counted.
"You see son," Sam spoke between his laughter as his wife counted down, "they've been doing this ever since they we children."
"Doing what?"
"Practical jokes."
"Six, five, four." Grace continued.
"They've been trying to one up each other, so the jokes get worse and worse every time."
Ethan nodded in understanding but was still confused and a little frustrated at what his father had just said, he walked to the foot of the stairwell and crossed his arms in anticipation.
"Three."
"Two." Sam joined his wife.
"ONE!!"
"THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Theresa's shriek could be heard from upstairs and she hurried her way down the hallway toward the stairs. She flew down the stairs and straight into Ethan's arms.
"Umph!" Theresa knocked Ethan over onto the floor.
"Theresa?" Ethan sat up and saw the smiling face of his former girlfriend beneath him.
"Oh, Ethan!" Theresa smiled, "I, uh, didn't know you were here!"
"What's going on?" Ethan asked as the sound of Noah's footsteps became louder by the second.
"Sorry, Ethan!" Theresa squealed in delight, "I got to run!"
"Get back here, Resa!" Noah screamed as he ran down the stairs.
"Oh dear!" Grace fell onto the sofa in hysterical laughter as Theresa ran to stand behind Sam, and her son made his way into the living room with whipped cream all over his face and hair.
"Come here!" Noah raged as he walked up to his dad and tried to reach around him, "You are so completely dead, Theresa!"
"Alright kids!" Sam put his hand up and stepped forward to block his son, "that's enough. Theresa got her prank and we had a laugh."
"Dad!" Noah stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, "You're going to let her get away with it?"
"Noah, honey." Grace stopped herself from laughing at her son's predicament, she walked toward Theresa and placed her arm around the younger woman's shoulders.
"I can't believe this!" Noah rolled his eyes, "my whole family has turned on me!"
"You completely deserved it!" Theresa stuck her tongue out at him and smiled, "You ran into my house last week and poured freezing cold water all over my bed. WHILE I WAS IN IT!"
"But,"
"Noah," Sam laughed, "Theresa's right, you seriously do deserve it for the thing you pulled on her last week."
"Fine," Noah conceded and walked up to Theresa who was beaming, "truce?"
Theresa looked up at her friend, who had his arms open wide, and searched his eyes for sincerity, she almost found it, but soon realized that this was just another one of Noah's little tricks.
"Oh, no you don't!" Theresa stepped back behind Sam and looked over his shoulder, "I know how your twisted little mind works Noah Bennett, and I am not going to let you win this one. It's my turn, Bennett!"
"Ahem?" Ethan cleared his throat to signal his presence.
"Hey bro!" Noah turned and smiled at the sight of his older brother, "sorry about all this, but Theresa has yet to grow up."
"You're one to talk." Grace laughed at her son's comment.
"Why don't I go on up and wash off this whipped cream?" Noah eyed Theresa as he made his way up the steps, "I'll be right back."
"That was," Ethan crossed his arms as a look of confusion spread across his face, "interesting."
"I got him good this time." Theresa squealed, "Did you see that look on his face Chief Bennett?"
"It sure was priceless," Sam laughed.
"I'd watch out if I were you Theresa," Grace walked forward and placed an arm around his son's friend, "you know that Noah will not let this one slide by."
"I'm not the least bit worried," Theresa smiled, "Anything he does to me cannot top today."
"Theresa?"
"Yeah Ethan?"
"I," Ethan scratched the back of his head before continuing, "I just don't know what to say. It's so not like you to do something like this."
"What are you talking about?" Theresa turned to face him.
"I mean," Ethan cleared his throat, "It's just that it's been a while since I've seen this side of you."
"What side?" Theresa's eyebrow raised.
"The silly, goofy, side." Ethan stepped forward and looked down into her eyes. "That smile. I don't think I've seen you smile like that in the longest time."
"Oh, Ethan." Theresa felt her cheeks grow warm, "I owe it all to the man who's washing the whipped cream from his hair."
"Noah?"
"Yeah," Theresa nodded, not knowing how her words affected her ex-fiance, "Noah's always brought out the little girl in me. Ever since we were younger, he's been someone who I never felt restrained with. Like I could always be myself around him."
"I see."
Ethan nodded and turned to stare out his father's living room window. Theresa's words sunk deep into his heart and rung loudly in his ears. There was a time when she spoke so lovingly and highly of their relationship. There was a time where he could make her smile like that. But now, that smile, was no longer his. It was someone else's, and that fact did not sit well with Ethan.
Not well at all.
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*A/N* Thank You very much for hanging on with me through this. It's been a pretty tough last month or so and I SINCERELY offer my apologies for not updating any sooner, but things were really getting hectic and stressful in my life, and I'd always seen writing this fic as a way to 'escape' and relieve myself, but I haven't had time to sit down and write, until now. So, again, I thank you for understanding, and I (hopefully) will be adding another chapter or two SOON. Also, I'll be trying to transition this fic into the storyline that we have going on in the show as well (Antonio cured, Sheridan pregnant, Theresa kicked out because of a fake marriage, etc. etc. etc.) Take Care!! WG