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A Love from the Past
by hot4luis
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Chapter Four
"That was the most exhausting day of my life! FBI training isn’t even that hard!" Jordan exclaimed as
she plopped onto Sheridan’s couch. They had just spent the day at the mall. They had gone shopping, to the beauty
salon, a movie and finally had lunch. Jordan tried to remember the last time she had bought so much. Sheridan giggled
and plopped down next to her. "Thank you Sheridan. I’ve never had such a great day in a long time. How do
you do it?"
"Practice, practice, prac-" she started to say but stopped, a wistful expression taking over her face.
She had the same expression the night before when they were talking about Luis. "Anyway, you’re welcome. I
haven’t been out with a girlfriend in a long time. I enjoyed your company. Wow! I don’t even feel as if I’m under
protection when I’m with you."
"Well, I’m glad." Jordan claimed, paused and then proceeded "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"I guess." Sheridan replied. Jordan debated whether to go on, because of Sheridan’s response. But when
she saw Sheridan’s expectant face she realized Sheridan wanted someone to talk to.
"Are you and Hank serious?" Sheridan looked down at her hands and then brought her eyes to meet Jordan’s
again. "I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer."
"No, it’s um just that," she trailed off "No Hank and I aren’t serious. He’s a wonderful guy and
I really like him, but there’s no connection, not like the one I feel…never mind."
"With who?" Jordan prodded. She was starting to get curious about her.
"This guy, I thought it would work out with but it wasn’t meant to be."
"Is he someone here in Harmony?"
"I’d rather not talk about it." Sheridan replied suddenly. Jordan understood and nodded quietly. "If
you’re up to it we can go out for dinner."
"Well, you’re the boss. If you want to go then-allons!" Jordan exclaimed.
"You speak French?"
"Un peu de. I picked it up when I was in Lyon-a long time ago." she replied and noticed how anxious
Sheridan was to change the subject. In an hour the two were seated in the Lobster Shack, laughing as if they were
old friends. They talked about Jordan’s life and she noticed how they stayed away from Sheridan’s. Jordan asked
Sheridan why she refused Pilar’s invitation.
"Oh, um, well to be honest, Luis and I aren’t on good terms and I don’t want to upset the family and all.
I know they all really wanted to get to know you and with me around you’d have World War III on your hands."
she explained trying to sound cheerful. Jordan wondered if there was more to it but bought the explanation.
Later that night, Jordan tried to fall asleep but something was bothering her. She jolted up wondering if her instincts
were telling her danger was around. ‘Could it be those drug lords? They must’ve figured out Antoine is in the slammer
by now.’ She quietly crept toward Sheridan’s room and opened the door. Sheridan was sleeping peacefully, but as
Jordan turned to leave she heard her call out.
"No, don’t go please." she begged. Jordan walked closer to Sheridan’s bed puzzled. Was she awake?
"I’m right here Sheridan." she whispered
"NO!!! I didn’t do it! You have to believe me! Please come back I didn’t mean to hurt you." she yelled
and Jordan was beginning to worry.
"Sheridan, everything is okay." Jordan consoled, sitting on her bed.
"No, everything is wrong. Why won’t he listen?"
"Why won’t who listen?" Jordan asked holding Sheridan’s hand. Suddenly Sheridan jolted straight up, her
eyes wide but she looked as if she were still sleeping.
"LUIS!!! Please you have to believe me!" she screamed. ‘Luis?’ Jordan thought startled. Sheridan brought
her hands to her face. She sobbed and Jordan immediately hugged her. "I’m so sorry Luis."
"Shhhh! It’s okay," Jordan whispered into her ears, really disturbed. What hadn’t she done? What was
she sorry about? "It’s okay Sheridan. Everything will be fine." The crying woman looked up, shocked.
"Jordan? Where am I?" she choked disorientated.
"You’re okay Sheridan. You’re in your bed. You were just having a bad dream." Jordan said as Sheridan
pulled out of the embrace. "I’ll go get you a glass of water." When Jordan came back, Sheridan was still
visibly shaken. "Here." She took a sip of water and looked up at Jordan. She decided not to press Sheridan
about her nightmare or anything else for that matter. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I’m better. How long were you here?"
"Not too long. I came to check if you were alright and you cried out."
"What did I say?" Sheridan questioned uneasily.
"You screamed ‘don’t go’ and ‘I didn’t do it’ and something I couldn’t understand. Why?" Jordan asked
deciding to leave the Luis part out.
"Oh, I’m trying to remember my nightmare." Sheridan explained nervously.
"Well, maybe it’s better if you don’t. Try to sleep." Jordan advised as Sheridan settled back onto her
pillow.
"Thanks, Jordan."
"No problem."
"No you really didn’t have to comfort me, but you did. I feel safe with you." she said sincerely. "I
really appreciate it."
"You’re welcome. Goodnight." Jordan replied with a smile. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water
and returned to the couch. "Sheridan and Luis, what’s going on between the two of you?"
Sheridan fidgeted with the phone cord, while she waited for Ethan to pick up. She got his answering machine and
swore under her breath. She didn’t leave a message and banged the phone back into the cradle.
"Easy there, ace." Jordan said coming out of the kitchen and handing her a mug of coffee. "You seem
upset, what’s wrong?"
"I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." Sheridan sighed.
"Well with that nightmare you had, anyone would." Jordan said and Sheridan squirmed. She was trying to
forget about it, but it kept plaguing her. "Ooops. Sorry I’m not acting like Miss Sensitivity here, am I?
You wanna talk about it?"
"I’d rather not." Sheridan replied becoming very uneasy. Her dream was so startling. It was of ‘that
night’ again, but with a little twist. She was standing there with blood over her hands, but not as a child-as
the woman she was now. Voices were calling her and then a familiar, dark figure appeared and whispered. "How
could you Sheridan?" She asked the figure who he was and he said that he was in her heart but she refused
to see it. She asked what she had done, and he told her that she had killed his father. Then, the realization hit
her with the speed of lightning. "Luis?" she had screamed. He bent down and removed the sheet over the
bloody body and she saw a face that resembled Luis’s. He removed his hood and she saw his eyes filled with anger,
regret and remorse. "I thought you were different, but all this time, you lied to me and to my mother. I’ve
sacrificed a lot for you and this is how you pay me back? I loathe you, Sheridan." After that the only thing
she could remember was waking up sobbing in Jordan’s arms.
"Are you sure?" Jordan asked.
"Just drop it, Jordan, okay?" she replied a little too harshly. "I’m sorry but I don’t want to talk
about it." Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jordan went to answer it and saw Luis standing there.
"Luis, what are you doing here?" Jordan asked glancing at Sheridan.
"Now do I need an excuse to come and see you, Joey?" he said and gave Jordan a kiss on the cheek. Sheridan
turned away, not being able to bear the sight of him, after her nightmare. Would he hate her if he ever found out
the truth? The thought was insufferable.
"Please come in Luis." Sheridan said finally. She saw the look of surprise on his face. He stepped inside
and greeted her a good morning.
"Now what’s your real reason, mister?" Jordan asked linking her arm with his.
"Well, the Harmony Police Department is hosting this years’ Fourth of July picnic, with the Cranes as sponsors,
tomorrow and I was to cordially invite all the Cranes. I’ve already visited the main house and I now I’m here to
invite you, Sheridan. You will come, right?" Luis asked anxiously. Sheridan felt warmth flow through her but
then realized that he was only excited because if Sheridan came, Jordan would too.
"Luis, I don’t think it’s such a good idea." Jordan replied before Sheridan could say anything. "I
don’t want to put innocent people in the line of fire. And even with me around Sheridan isn’t 100% safe."
"C’mon, she’s just as unsafe here." Luis said.
"Would you two please acknowledge the fact that I’m still here and I would like to make the decision for myself?"
Sheridan retorted infuriated. "I’m a big girl and I don’t need people bossing me around and I will and can
make my own decisions, and I’ll decide whether or not I will go to that damn picnic!"
"Oh boy, here we go again!" Luis said. "Can’t you get it through your head Sheridan? People only
want to make sure you’re safe!"
"Oh and that means kidnapping me against my will and trying to impose their will on me. Well here’s a news-flash
for you Luis, although I think I’ve given it to you many times before, I don’t need your help! Or anybody’s for
that matter." Sheridan barked. She didn’t know how this all came back to Luis’s rescuing her. Sheridan saw
Jordan standing there a perplexed expression on her face. ‘This is the first time she’s seen us fight’ Sheridan
realized. ‘You’re in for a lot more, Jordan.’
"Oh would someone please tell her to get her ass off that high horse of hers! Your not invincible Sheridan,
I would’ve thought that what happened in Paris and at the cabin would have made you realize that! But no, Sheridan
Crane is almighty." Luis said throwing his hands in the air exasperated.
"I’m strong and independent. I never asked for your help!" she hissed.
"Hey! Hold up! Both of you!" Jordan yelled coming between them. She then turned to Sheridan and added
in a softer tone "I hope you don’t mind my saying this, Sheridan but being strong isn’t only about making
decisions for yourself, it’s about knowing when to ask for help too. I have to agree with Luis. You needed his
help and all everybody is trying to do is make sure you don’t go six feet under, okay?" Sheridan controlled
her temper realizing that Jordan was right. She liked the way Jordan had put it, unlike everybody else in her life
ordering her around. She glanced at Luis who had a smug smile on his face. Jordan immediately turned to him.
"And is this is how you treat a lady? You can’t go around imposing your will on others, Mr. Caveman. It’s
the nineties, if you were a little nicer to her she might’ve asked for you help," she chided. Luis put his
head down in surrender. It was now Sheridan’s turn to have a smug smile across her face; she was starting to like
Jordan more by the minute. She really had a big effect on Luis. "Man, I didn’t know that you two could go
off like this. You guys are so alike."
"No we are not." the two of them said simultaneously. Jordan raised her eyebrow.
"Do you want to go to the picnic Sheridan?" she asked. "I can get FBI to secure the place and maybe
it’ll be okay."
"If you think it’s okay. I really would like to go." Sheridan said with a smile.
"Okay. But you’re gonna have me with you the whole time. I’ll really get on your nerves." Jordan teased
and Sheridan felt so close to her, she pulled her into hug.
"Thank you." Sheridan said over her shoulder and watched as Luis looked on with amazement. Jordan whispered
‘you’re welcome’ and then escorted Luis to the door. They kissed on the cheek but Sheridan could’ve sworn Luis’s
lips brushed the corner of Jordan’s mouth. ‘If I have to see more of that tomorrow then it’s gonna be a long day.’
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