SCARECROW & MRS. KING
"Thunder in the Night"
by shel [email protected]
© february 2001
disclaimer: lee
stetson, amanda king, and the rest of the cast of characters we've come to know
and love belong to warner bros. and shoot the moon productions and possible
other copyright holders. i certainly
intended no infringement on their copyrights; i just wanted to borrow these
marvelous characters for a short time in my own scenarios and hopefully return
them no worse for wear…
archiving: fanfiction.net – please ask me first if you'd like to place it
elsewhere...
summary: saw a post in thefanfiction.net forum from Kelly D and thought i'd attempt
her challenge of an all-dialogue story…
rating: basically
"pg" though maybe it should be "pg-13" for some suggestiveness
time-frame: 4th
season: post-"one flew east"
note: please let me know if you enjoyed it and, if not,
why not…and, please, don't bother wasting your time or mine by sending any
flames…
"Amanda…"
"Mmmm…"
"Amanda!"
"Mmmm…"
"NO!"
"Lee? What is it?…Lee?"
"…Amanda?"
"Shhh, it's okay. You just had a bad dream….Shhhh, I'm here…"
"Nightmare..."
"Shhh….You're safe. I'm here. You're all right."
"…..Amanda…"
"It's okay, you don't have to
talk…I've got you…Just relax…You're safe…"
"What?…"
"It's okay, Lee, it's just
the thunder….Shhh…"
"…You're okay?"
"I'm fine, sweetheart."
"Woke you….Sorry…"
"It's okay, Lee. I'm sorry you had a nightmare. Do you want to
talk about it?…It's okay, you don't have to. Tell you what, how about we crawl back under the covers and wait out the
storm?"
"I'm not afraid of the storm,
Amanda."
"Did I say you were?"
"…No."
"I'm not afraid of storms
either but I was when I was a little girl. Did I ever tell you that?"
"…No. I don't think so. I've never been afraid of them. Used to watch them from the window."
"Wow…I used to hide under the
covers. I must've been about five. Usually the covers thing worked but, if it
was a really bad storm, I'd run into my parents' bedroom and crawl in bed
between them. Mother would usually turn
over and go back to sleep. She can
sleep through anything. I think Philip
and Jamie inherited that from her. I've
always been a light sleeper, well, I guess you know that by now. Anyway, Daddy would try to distract me from
the storm by telling me stories. When
I'd nod off, he'd carry me back to my bed. Pretty soon, though, I wasn't afraid of the storms but I'd still crawl
into their bed during storms just so I'd hear Daddy's stories and -- what is
it?"
"Sorry, when you said that, I
suddenly remembered. All of it. It just came back to me. I can't believe I'd forgotten…"
"Remembered what?"
"When I was about
five, I used to do the same thing with my parents."
"I thought you said you
weren't afraid of storms."
"I wasn't. Nothing really phased me. My dad called me his 'fearless wonder'. And I did watch storms from the
window. One night, we were having a
really bad lightning and thunderstorm but it wasn't raining…just like
tonight. Anyway, I was surprised
because I didn't know you could have lightning and thunder without rain. It was pretty spectacular but I wanted a
better view than from my window so I carefully went downstairs. I knew I wasn't supposed to but I went
outside and sat on the back steps outside the kitchen and watched the sky."
"What happened?"
"My parents found me and were
not amused. Imagine if Philip or Jamie
snuck out of the house in the middle of the night and you went into his room to
check on him and found his bed empty…Uh, huh, exactly what probably ran through
my parents' minds. But I was five and
all I wanted to do was watch the storm and I tried explaining that I didn't
think they'd worry and that I was fine."
"They didn't buy it, huh?"
"They both gave me a stern
scolding about leaving the house in the middle of the night. But, then…"
"Then what, Lee?"
"They sat down on the step
with me. My dad pulled me into his lap
and wrapped his free arm around my mom who held my hand and we watched the
storm together. I looked up at them
both, a little confused. I thought for
sure I'd be grounded for life. But they
looked at me and then at each other and, at the same time, said, 'He's your
son.' There was this look in their
eyes….I didn't get it but since they didn't seem to be mad at me anymore I
figured I'd better not say anything. They whispered to each other but I think I might've started to fall
asleep because I don't remember much of what they were saying. I don't know how long we were outside but it
started to rain and my mom said it was time to go inside. I wanted to stay out a little longer. I tried telling them that it was just water
but my dad agreed with her and carried me inside."
"Oh, Lee…"
"They tucked me in bed again and, as they left my room, I remember my mom saying something to my dad about feeling a bit sorry I wasn't like other kids who crawled into bed with their parents during a storm. She felt like she was missing out on some parental ritual. I didn't quite understand it but if she was unhappy…I don't remember what my dad said to her then but she laughed and they left my room together. I may have been sleepy but I made up my mind to change for her so that she wouldn't feel bad anymore…."
"What did you do?"
"Hmmm? Oh, the next time we
had a storm, I ran straight into their bedroom crying about it. Took them by surprise but they let me crawl
into their bed. I think they figured out
I was pretending the next time I tried it but I don't think they minded. They'd tuck me in with them and Mummy would
kiss my forehead and call me 'Daddy's fearless wonder' and I'd fall --"
"Mummy?"
"Hmm? What?"
"You said 'Mummy.'"
"I did?"
"Mmm, hmmm. Oh, there's nothing wrong with it. I guess I keep forgetting your mother was
British and that you probably used all sorts of British terms and picked up a
lot of her customs."
"There's not much British
left in me, Amanda. My parents were
killed not long after that and I grew up with my uncle. I pretty much blocked out most of my life
with them. It wasn't until Blackthorne
that it started coming back to me but it's still only bits and pieces."
"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Come here…I love you and I'm so glad you shared with me…I'm -- um, Lee,
not so tight, okay, I can't breathe."
"Sorry."
"Lee, come back, I'm only
teasing. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm okay…Lee…"
"Why don't you go back to
sleep? I'll go downstairs and do some reading in the living room."
"Lee Stetson, I can count on
one hand the number of times we've had this house to ourselves overnight and
I'm not about to waste the opportunity and sleep alone. Come back to bed….Please…"
"Amanda, I'm sorry…I guess
I'm not very good company right now. Why don't you try going back to sleep?"
"How can I sleep when
something's troubling you? I want to help."
"Amanda…"
"Please?"
"….All right…..Is this
better?"
"Mmmm, much…You know, Lee, I
think this past weekend was a real turning point for you and the boys. I know you got it started with Jamie when
you showed interest in his photography during the Mayfield case but you really
sealed it when you accepted Philip's invitation to the skateboard
competition. I know you wanted to do
something on your own with them but they were both thrilled that you could be
there cheering them on. Even Jamie."
"I wanted to be
there. We can plan something together
for another weekend. I'm only sorry
they didn't win."
"Maybe not the competition
but I think they won something pretty special this weekend."
"Oh, what was that?"
"A stepfather."
"Amanda…"
"…….You keep that up,
Stetson, and I'll let you keep me up the rest of the night."
"Amanda…About tonight…"
"It's okay, you don't have to
talk about it if you don't want to."
"It's just…"
"Just what, sweetheart?"
"It was…I dreamed
about…California."
"Oh."
"I came so close to losing
you."
"But you didn't. I'm here, Lee, and I'm fine…What is it?"
"That's not what happens in
my dreams…nightmares."
"What happens?…Lee, please,
don't turn over, please, tell me."
"…You arrested exactly like I
remember but…instead of the doctor telling us that you pulled through, he…he
said…he said you'd…"
"Died?….Oh, Lee, it was a
nightmare. It wasn't real. I'm here. I'm healthy. And I'm just where
I want to be - in your arms. We're
going to have a long and happy life together, Lee Stetson."
"Amanda…"
"Sweetheart, look at me……I'm
fine. What happened in California
wasn't your fault. It was simply an
accident and I got hurt."
"It wasn't just a flesh
wound, Amanda, you nearly died!"
"But I didn't…I'm not trying
to downplay it, Lee. I know how bad it
was. I may not remember the moment it
happened and parts in the hospital may be a bit fuzzy but I remember
enough. I remember why we were in
California in the first place. I
remember how I felt. I remember the
look on your face. On Mother's
face. I remember how hard it was to
move. To breathe."
"Amanda…"
"Do you remember the
conversation I had with Jamie the other day that you overheard? The one where I
told him that it was knowing that he and Philip loved me that got me through
California?"
"…Yeah, I remember."
"Well, I didn't tell Jamie the
whole truth. He needed to hear what I told him but you need to hear the
rest."
"Oh? What was the rest of
it?"
"I hurt so badly then --
physically and emotionally. But there
was someone by my side every step of the way. Someone who helped me through all the pain. Someone who comforted me or made me laugh no
matter how much I grumbled. Someone who
loved me and did anything necessary to help me recover no matter how mundane the
task."
"Your mother loves you very
much."
"Very funny, Stetson. I'm not talking about Mother and you know
it."
"Who then?"
"My husband, that's who. A very dedicated, loyal, sensitive, caring,
and loving man who also happens to be the best intelligence agent this country
has on its payroll."
"…You forgot dashing and
debonair."
"Lee…"
"Well, you didn't mentioned
them and I know I've heard him described that way."
"I may have heard those
rumors too."
"Amanda…"
"Okay, okay. Dashing and debonair. Are you happy, now?"
"Hmmm…I don't know. You didn't say it like you meant it."
"Okay, in addition to my
previous description, my husband also happens to be the most dashing, debonair,
and handsome man I know. And I love him
with all my heart and --- mmm..…"
"….I love you, Mrs. Stetson."
"Lee…Let's go…"
"'Let's go'? What kind of
romantic line is that? Amanda, where are you going?"
"Come on, grab your robe."
"Amanda, it's the middle of
the night."
"Where's your sense of
adventure, Scarecrow?"
"In the bed we're leaving."
"Stop your grumbling
and get the hall lights; I don't want to trip down the stairs."
"Hey, slow down, you're going
to pull my hand off."
"Okay, okay, just hurry up."
"Careful, you nearly missed
that last step. What are you up to,
Amanda?"
"You'll -- Wow, did you see
that bolt?"
"Practically lit up the whole
room. You still haven't told me what
we're -- why are you opening the door? Amanda come back inside."
"I know we don't have back
steps but would you join me on this bench?"
"You don't have to
ask…Amanda…"
"….Pretty amazing isn't it?"
"Sure is…"
"Lee, you're not looking
up….Lee…You know that drives me crazy."
"Does it?"
"Lee…"
"Thank you…"
"For what?"
"For giving me exactly what I
needed tonight. For loving me. For -- hey, it's starting to rain. We'd better get back inside."
"Not yet…Besides, it's just a
little water."
"…I love you, Amanda."
"And I love you, Lee…"
the end