Rain On Me
Chapter Two
Written by Shay
"What can I get you?" The waitress repeated, amusement creeping into
her voice.
Something in her tone shook Luis out of his zone and he gave her an
apologetic half smile. "Sorry. I'll have a beer. Whatever's fine."
She nodded and turned to leave, her face lingering in his mind. She
seemed out of place in this kind of establishment. Too pure. And he
felt drawn to her. He didn't know why, they hadn't even exchanged
names. It wasn't a physical attraction, either, more like something he
couldn't explain. Something about her eyes....
******
It was near closing time and he was still there. Rachel sighed and
punched out, before heading over to his table. He had stopped drinking
almost two hours ago, instead just sat there with this destitute look
on his face. She had wanted to go over and talk to him, make sure he
was okay, but a party of ten had come in and had sat in her section,
keeping her on her toes. Every once in awhile he'd look up and their
eyes would meet and she'd offer him a smile, which he'd return before
going back to his napkin shredding.
Pocketing her tips as she made her way towards him, she removed her
apron. Approaching the table, she flashed him another smile. "Hey."
His head shot up and he returned the greeting. "Hey."
"I've been meaning to stop by all night, you know, other then to refill
your drink," she cracked, earning herself a small grin. "But we got a
little busy, as I'm sure you saw. Anyway, I know we don't know each
other, but you've been sitting here all night, looking like your dog
just got ran over and I'm a pretty good listener, so if you're in need
of a friend or just an objective point of view...."
Luis glanced over at her, surprised. They didn't even know each other
and she was offering to let him spill everything to her? He could
really use someone on the outside of things right now. Everyone in
Harmony was so tied to one another it was hard to tell where their
loyalties lay sometimes. For a moment, he just took in her appearance.
Her long dark brown hair was swept back in a messy ponytail and her
green eyes were gazing at him, waiting patiently for an answer. She had
an athletic build, but not stocky. Had he not had enough woman problems
with Sheridan and Beth, he might have liked her. Finally, he said. "I
don't even know your name."
Letting out a light laugh, she slid into the booth across from him,
extending her hand. "Rachel Patterson, waitress and student
extraordinaire at your service. And you are?"
He took the proffered hand, giving it a firm shake. "Luis
Lopez-Fitzgerald, Harmony PD. Student, huh?"
"That's quite the moniker," She grinned. "And a cop, wow. But yep,
third year, Castleton College. This is just to pay my way through," she
gestured around.
"What's your major?"
"I'm hoping to become a physical therapist," Rachel stated.
"Really? That's great."
She gave a modest shrug of the shoulders. "I certainly didn't come over
here to talk about me, Mr. Harmony PD. Are you going to tell me what's
eating you or not?"
Luis chuckled at the stern look on her face before exhaling loudly.
Somehow, he knew she was just what he needed. "Okay."
*******
Sheridan closed her eyes, willing back the tears, but as soon as she
heard the shower turn on, they came streaming down her cheeks. Today
was easily the worst day of her life. Even worse then the day she had
married Antonio, because even on that day, Luis had still been standing
beside her. But now he was gone. He had turned his back on her and
walked away. And she had let him, just stood there and watched him do
it. Was protecting Antonio really worth losing Luis over? She had asked
herself that very question over and over since that afternoon and every
time the answer had been no. People got their hearts broken everyday.
It was part of life. And as much as she said it, Antonio saving her
life was no reason to protect him. If such were the case, she should be
protecting Luis' heart, he had saved her life countless times.
But there was no point in telling Antonio the truth now. She had lost
Luis. He had made that clear. She had made her decision and he no
longer wanted any part of her.
Flinging herself down on the bed, she buried her face in her pillow and
allowed herself to weep for the single most idiotic decision she had
ever made.
*******
With Little Ethan safely tucked in bed, worn out from his day at the
park, Theresa crept out of her room, shutting the door behind her.
There was something she needed to do. Sighing in relief that her son
hadn't awoken when the door closed, she turned around, running smack
dab into a body.
"Oh, Ethan," she exclaimed, her hand over her heart. "You scared me."
"Why are you sneaking out of your room like some kind of burglar?"
Ethan asked, an eyebrow raised in question.
Theresa shook her head, seemingly frazzled. "I just got Little Ethan to
sleep and I didn't want the door to wake him."
Ethan eyed her suspiciously but accepted her answer. "All right. Well,
I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Ethan."
"Goodnight, Theresa,' He responded, heading in the direction of the
room he shared with his wife, Gwen. He paused just outside the door,
frowning as Theresa disappeared towards his half brothers room.
*******
Hesitantly, Theresa lifted her hand and gave three short knocks on
Fox's door. During their short friendship, it had become their late
night signal. Not more then a second later, the door opened and Fox
appeared, his hair its usual mess, his mouth twisted into a grin.
"A midnight visitor. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Her brown eyes twinkling, she smiled as well. "I need your help."
Genuine interest shone on his face and he leaned up against the door
frame, his arms crossed casually. "You need my help? Whatever with,
dear Theresa?"
She shot him one of her sassy no-nonsense looks as she copied his arm
crossed stance. "I would really rather not discuss this where who knows
who could be listening," she said pointedly.
Taking the hint, Fox stepped aside, letting her inside the room,
shutting the door behind them, missing the fuming man down the hall.
********
Once inside, Theresa turned on her heel to face Fox, her expression a
mixture of sadness, hope and fierce determination. "I need to know what
your feelings towards your aunt are."
Confused, Fox ran a hand through his messy locks. "Aunt Sheridan?" At
her impatient nod, he shrugged, dropping carelessly onto his bed.
"She's one of the few that ever bothered with me. She always sent
Christmas and birthday presents and visited every once in a while. We
never had the relationship she had with Ethan though, obviously. Why?"
With a wide smile, she sat down next to him. "So you'd want her to be
happy?" She asked anxiously.
"Where are you going with this?" Fox questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Just answer the question, Fox," Theresa replied.
Shrugging again, he nodded. "Yeah, I want her to be happy."
Theresa let out an excited squeal, causing him to look at her
strangely. "Then you'll help me?"
Fox smirked, but still looked confused as hell. "Help you with what
, Theresa?"
Rolling her eyes, she let out an exasperated sigh. "Help me get
Sheridan and Luis back together." Quickly she filled him in on what
happened at the park earlier that day and Sheridan's devastating
reaction.
When she was done, he sighed and shot her an amused look. "And how do
you propose we do this?"
"It shouldn't be hard," Theresa advised thoughtfully. "They both love
each other more then anything in the world. We just have to figure out
how to get Sheridan to tell Antonio the truth and then get Luis to
forgive her."
Fox chuckled at the sparkle of excitement in her big brown eyes and
half wondered what he'd agreed to. "Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard,"
he scoffed. "All right, let's say we pull this off. There's still one
problem. Aunt Sheridan is married to your brother and he really
doesn't seem to be the type to give up without a fight. And she is
pregnant."
At his words, her forehead creased and she frowned. "I hadn't thought
about that. Antonio isn't going to just let Sheridan go."
"Especially if she's carrying his child," Fox interjected, but that
only earned him a grin.
"The baby isn't Antonio's."
Surprised by her certainty, he said. "And you know this how?"
Smiling devilishly, Theresa poked him in the arm. "I know my brother
and I know Sheridan and I know that that baby is not Antonio's. Mark my
words, Fox."
He raised a hand in resignation. "If you say so. But that still doesn't
change the fact that he thinks the baby is his."
"I know," Theresa sighed. "And we'll figure all this out. I just want
Luis to be happy again. He deserves to be happy."
"And Aunt Sheridan's the only one to do that?" Fox asked, though he
already knew the answer.
Meeting his gaze, Theresa gave a vehement nod of the head. "They're
soul mates, Fox. Neither of them will ever be happy without the other."
Exhaling loudly, Fox raked a hand through his hair, nearly groaning
when he saw the wheels turning in her eyes. "All right, what do you
have going on inside that pretty little head of yours?"
Smiling brightly, Theresa fell back on the bed, slipping into scheming
mode. "First things first, we have got to get Sheridan to tell Antonio
the truth...."
*******
"Wow," Rachel sighed, leaning back in her seat, her green eyes studying
the heartbroken man across from her. She had known he had a story to
tell, but never would she have imagined something so dramatic and heart
wrenching. For the past two hours they'd sat there and she'd listened
to him pour his heart out, coming close to tears at many points.
"Yeah," Luis responded absentmindedly, toying with the straw wrapper on
the table in front of him. It felt extremely good to get all of that
off his chest, but it still didn't change anything.
Rachel sat silent for a moment, mulling over what she had just heard.
Finally she shot him a small smile. "I obviously don't know you or
Sheridan, but don't you think that maybe you were a little harsh in
just walking away? She did say she'd tell him, just not then."
Luis' face seemed void of any emotion at her words, though a spark of
contempt was visible in his dark eyes. "If I could believe she actually
meant it this time, maybe I wouldn't have walked away, but she's said
it so many damn times and he still doesn't know! I gave her the choice,
it was in her hands, all or nothing. And she chose nothing."
His rant ended so softly and his visage was so overcome with pain that
Rachel didn't hesitate when she got up and sat next to him, pulling him
into a hug. He tensed for a moment before relaxing. They'd only met a
few hours ago, but already he felt as though he'd known her his entire
life.
"Let me ask you something," Rachel said a few minutes later, once he'd
regained his composure. "If tomorrow she came to you, or next week or
hell, next month even, and said she told your brother the truth and by
some miracle, he was okay with it, would you take her back?"
"I don't know," Luis admitted after a moment of silence. "I would love
nothing more then to say I would, but she's put me through hell with
this damn situation. I don't know if I can forgive her for that," he
revealed sadly.
"To love is to forgive and forget," Rachel announced and Luis gave her
a weird look.
"What?"
She shrugged with a light laugh. "I'm usually better with the quotes,
you know, they usually make sense, but it's late. Maybe time away from
her will do you both some good. If fate plays it's role, this could be
just what she needs to tell your brother and just what you need to
forgive her."
Luis ran a hand over his face before shooting her an amused look.
"Fate, huh? You sound like my sister."
"Then your sister must be a very wise woman," Rachel grinned, glancing
at her watch. "Shoot, I didn't realize how late it is."
Taking his cue from her, Luis snuck a peek at his own watch and
frowned. Nearly 4 am. He knew it was late, as everyone else had already
left, but he hadn't realized how long he'd been sitting there. "Yeah,
me either. I guess we should get out of here."
Nodding, Rachel slid out of the booth, as did Luis. Knowing the part of
town they were in, he waited for her to close up and cash out and
together they headed outside. "I hope everything works out for you,
Luis," Rachel said abruptly once she'd locked up.
He managed a smile. "Thanks. For everything. It helped just having
someone to talk to."
"Anytime," She returned as they approached his car. "Seriously, if you
ever need someone to talk to... I'm here every night, except for
Thursdays."
"I might have to take you up on that," He remarked, glancing around. It
was then he noticed there were no other cars in the lot and he frowned.
"Where's your car?"
Rachel looked confused but then gave a shake of her head. "I don't have
a car."
"How are you getting home, then?"
She shrugged and gestured towards her feet. "My two trusty side kicks."
Concern washed over his features. "You can't walk home in this
neighborhood at this time of night."
"I'll be fine, Luis," she chuckled. "I do it every night. Besides, it's
not far."
"How far is 'not far'?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"A mile or so."
"A mile?" Luis exclaimed. "No way. Get in."
"Luis -" Rachel started to protest, but sighed in resignation at his
look. The talk inside the bar had begun their friendship, but the ride
to her apartment cemented it.
*******
After crying herself to sleep, Sheridan awoke sometime later to the
soft feeling of someone's lips on her neck. As she came to and realized
that the passion she had felt in her dreams wasn't real, her eyes flew
open to meet Antonio's gaze.
"Antonio, what are you doing?" She asked, shifting away from him.
"I want to make love to my beautiful wife," He murmured, once again
moving his lips against the skin of her neck.
She froze at his words, a lump forming in her throat. She couldn't.
Wouldn't. Ever. Luis may have walked away from her today, but she fully
intended on getting him back. She was brought back to her senses as
Antonio's mouth moved lower and she jerked away from him.
"Sheridan?" He asked, confusion plain as day in his eyes, hurt written
across his face. "Don't you want..."
Tears stung her eyes and before she could stop them, they were
cascading down her cheeks. Shaking her head, she slipped from the bed.
"I can't," she managed to utter before disappearing into the bathroom.
When Antonio heard the lock click into place, he angrily punched a
pillow, his expression tense. "Damn you, Luis."
*******
