- Cast(scrap scene)
Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2000
"sue hantak" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Cast In Steele(unedited)
(Another successful raid at PAX. I found the original ending.)
A sterile voice announced over the hospital intercom that visiting
"Miss Krebs, in light of your injury, will you allow me
to drive you home?"
Lloyd Nolan offered.
She smiled while accepting, "If it's not too much trouble?"
Laura and Steele bid them all goodbye. Once they were out of
Remington reached above his head with his left hand to ostensibly
lights in the room. When his hand returned, it slipped casually
Laura's shoulder. Laura started to get up from the bed when he
sleeve of her pajamas and pulled her back, "Ah, ah, ah,
the doctor prescribe
"Mr. Steele, these beds aren't designed for two people,
and I have a feeling
that rest is the farthest thing from your mind."
"Laura!" he exclaimed acting surprised, "Look
at us, we are bandaged and
plastered from head to toe. Even though the spirit may be willing,
is somewhat weak at the moment."
"Even porcupines manage to make love." Laura pointed
out, then furrowed her
brow perplexed, "Somehow."
Laura tugged uncomfortably at the neck brace. She loosened the
peeled it off. Steele questioned, "Should you be doing that?"
"A case of the cure being worse than the disease,"
she winced as she rubbed
and gingerly moved from side to side. Remington's hand moved
up to her neck
to soothingly massage in small circles. Laura knew where this
"Mr. Steele I don't think....oooooh right there." But
it felt too good to
finish her protest. His middle finger strayed under the fabric
pajamas and traced the contour of her collarbone. "Is this
cure any better?"
"Almost makes it all worth it."
Remington agreed wholeheartedly. He assessed lying in a bed with
by, touching her in a fairly intimate fashion was definitely
a worth a few
Laura brought him out of his reverie, "Mr. Steele, I should
"What about last night?"
"I jumped to conclusions about your past."
"Oh that, already forgotten." He scooted closer to
"Well that..... and kissing you. I shouldn't have. There's
no excuse for it.
"That part I haven't forgotten, Miss Holt. If I were to
kiss you, then we
could call it even." He advanced until his mouth lightly
touched hers. He
slightly parted his lips and painted a feathery pattern with
his tongue. As
it evolved into a full blown kiss, they both tried to maneuver
embrace, but were hindered in their current bandaged condition.
up, amused by the futility. Remington whispered while they were
"How do those porcupines do it, Miss Holt?"
(FADE TO BLACK)