DISCLAIMER: Scarecrow and Mrs. King are the
property of Warner Brothers and Shoot The Moon Productions. The author as for
pure entertainment purposes copyrights this story.
AUTHOR: angelsslave
DATE: July 2002
RATING: PG
TIMELINE: I place this during Season Three's
`The Wrong Way Home' Synopsis: A lifetime of memories is sometimes all we have,
and for Amanda this becomes her closure. Feelings new and wonderful start to
reveal themselves, as she says goodbye to her past…
AUTHOR'S NOTES: As with `Mrs. King and The Scarecrow' I have gone into
the feelings of our two favorite characters and jumbled around inside. I see Lee
in this story as the outsider looking in at Amanda's past, `really seeing her'
for the first time, as she becomes a `personal case' for him to investigate. I
have based this story around the wonderful episode written by: George Geiger,
dialogue with special thanks.
This story is in flashbacks through Lee's eyes, as he struggles
with his inner feelings for Amanda as she goes through her own personal roller
coaster ride – this time relying on his strength to pull her through.
SUMMARY: This is part two of `Hope, Love and
Eternity' It's Amanda's turn to become the vulnerable one, and Lee become the
strength, breaking down all the walls of her past…uncovering the woman she
was. Discovering the woman of the future.
Song: I listened to this song over and over before choosing it to
go with the theme of this story. Some might say it sounds like a sad tale of
rejection – if you know it dig it out and play…personally, I think it deals
with emotions being questioned inside his head. Savage Garden – Hold Me…one at a time please awwww.
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ALONG THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
`And in your eyes I see the missing pieces I'm searching for – I
think I've found my best friend' – Savage Garden ~ `I knew I loved
you'
Part Two.
`Hey…
If we can't find a way out of these problems,
Then maybe we don't need this?
Standing face to face,
Enemies at war we build defenses…
And secret hiding places.
I might need you to hold me tonight?
I might need you to say it's alright?
I might need you to make the first stand?
Because tonight I'm finding it hard to be your man…'
Lee Stetson walks into `Dooley's' and with a nod at the bartender,
makes his way through the crowded bar. Walking across the balcony –
overlooking the dance floor he sees her, dancing with `him' to a song from long
ago. She looks up as if knowing he is there and their eyes meet, she smiles and
he smiles back…
No words needed to be said…
SMK
Previously sitting outside Dooley's Bar and Restaurant.
He had known for sometime now that she had slowly maneuvered her
way into his personal life, y'know little things – crazy things. Like always
following him around, making sure he got home safe…worrying that he wasn't
eating enough – well she had always done that, but it was with more an
endearing note in her voice – than playing `mother hen'. Taking more attention
to detail over his appearance, than even he did (and that was saying something!)
Catching her on watching him was a constant joyride for him. Sure
he had known when they had first met and ended up working together…it seems so
long ago now, that she had a - well some people would call it a crush, others
would say an infatuation (hey glad to be of service when it's an infatuation).
And although he'd have to admit, he played along sometimes just to see how far
he could push it. Seeing the honest,
innocent look in her eyes…those large, deep, chocolaty brown pools…well, he'd
be blind if he didn't see her attractive features.
She was tall for a woman, tall being that she stood just at his
shoulder – and as he was proud to boast, stood 6ft 2ins tall…that was very
impressive. A soft throaty voice, which under certain circumstances would become
almost in audible when scared – and ramble on in a very, very fast manner. To
the point that he often watched, and not pay attention to what she was saying –
just to see if she drew breath.
She had soft delicate skin, not deeply tanned like some women
preferred – but just dusted lightly with an outdoorsy feeling, well she had two
sons who kept her busy 24/7 with `Trailblazer weekends', `Little League' and
camping outdoors `King style'. She was healthy looking, athletic not `diet
skinny' of the many times they had eaten together, either as a social occasion
or as undercover assignment – he knew she enjoyed her food as much as he did.
So what was it about her that had made this mad transition in his
life, this sudden need for a confessional? On Friday nights his calendar was
always full – Serena, Stacy the every sexy Charlotte, not forgetting the
masseuse Buffy…all with an opening all-eager to appease his every whim. Why was
it as soon as he picked up the telephone – he ended up calling Amanda? Even though
he had left her maybe over an hour before in the office, or as most cases
outside her door after following her home, making sure she was safe before
heading off in his direction.
He was going to have to admit to himself sooner or later he was
attracted! Not in the way he was with every blonde or brunette pair of legs
that walked past him, but in a strange and whimsical way. She had been sitting
on the edge of his sub-conscious for three years now, niggling away at his
inner feelings. Strange how a small detour in their personal lives had brought
it to the fore for him. His own fairly recent events had turned his world
upside down, causing him to rely heavily on her for support, and she had been
there `no guts, no glory'
He smiled at the phrase that had just come into his head, never
truer words spoken, and at the time they where said – they had been lying on
the cold ground in the middle of the forest, a small fire made from her one
waterproof match…with hunters on their tail.
Hunting down Serdeych to him had been the elixir of life that he
had needed, his closure over the death of Dorothy that had finally brought
peace to his once tortured soul. And she had been there with him, watching over
him like a guardian angel – allowing him the bereavement he had needed,
understanding his quest for revenge.
It's funny how certain things in life had a way of opening your
eyes to the world around, making you see beyond the dark horizon…really see the
person in front of you. Or was it the re-appearance of past loves that made
that happen? He wasn't sure, all he knew was the sudden return of her
ex-husband had, for all intensive purposes - give him a resounding kick up
the backside as far as his feelings for Amanda King where concerned.
And just what where his feelings?
***
It all had started out with a murder…yes, you heard me a murder in
Estocia - South Africa, where Joe King was stationed as a lawyer for the E.A.O.
(Emergency Aid Organization). He had been on his way to speak with the Prime
Minister over some disturbing facts he had just un-covered, when a shot had
rang out from inside…his bodyguard had come out claiming the Prime Minister had
been shot. Joe who had minutes before been conversing with a guard, now knelt
beside the fallen man who had also been shot in all the fracas.
Picking up the gun that had fallen out of the guard's hand, was
then automatically assumed the murderer. And following a series of gunshots
aimed at his direction, escaped on a nearby motorcycle and fled into the night.
Washington, D.C.
Unaware of what had been happening on the other side of the world,
Amanda King was spending another morning rushing around after her troop –
Phillip, Jamie and mother Dorothy West, trying to get them all out of the house
in time. Her kids to school, her mother to wherever she was going.
As Amanda hurriedly put the milk away in the fridge, her mother was
frantically searching for the keys to the station wagon. She was borrowing it
and was dropping Amanda off on the way to work, after Amanda informing her that
she had them, they both headed out the door. That's when the telephone rang –
and Amanda came back in to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Amanda?"
"Joe?"
He was standing in a hallway at a phone box, looking and feeling
like hell, "I-I hope I didn't startle you?"
"NO! Y-you sound close?"
"Yeah, I'm here…I'm, I'm here in D.C.!"
"Well that's great!"
"Yeah…Amanda just listen to me please? I'm in trouble…N-now
you'll be getting calls and I think you should tell `em…well just tell `em you
don't know where I am – because you don't!"
Amanda listened on the other end and could tell her ex-husband was
frightened and alone – what could've possibly have gone wrong to make him call
her like this? And with such a sketchy message?
"I-I think it's best that way…"
"Joe?"
In the distance she could hear someone mumbling about a cab
arriving, and knew she had only seconds to spare, "Joe if you're in
trouble please tell me…let me help?"
"It's just too dangerous…I'm sorry Amanda, I wish I knew what
else to do? But I've gotta stay away from you and the kids…I've gotta go…now
I'm okay – so try not to worry…"
"NO! Joe wait?"
He hung up, ending the call.
*****
Staring at the other end, Amanda put down the receiver with a
mixture of shock and anxiety. Something was wrong – terribly wrong…with only one
solution!
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