Bonds, Lame Bonds part 4/6
Date: Tuesday, June 27, 2000
SJ <>

(Part 4)

Laura was moved to a private room later that day. She was awake, but sore as hell. She had been put through the wringer that fateful day. Miraculously she made it back to her apartment before she collapsed. The doctor explained that she may have cracked her ribs in any one of her harrowing instances. Her lung may have collapsed after a slow leak aggravated by the exertion of walking all the way home or may not even been punctured until later. Twisting her body the wrong way or even a sneeze could poke the rib into the lung. Adrenalin could easily have masked the pain for hours.

Frances felt it was her duty to be there since Laura wouldn't let her call their mother. She continued to dote over her. Frances was also oblivious to the whole fiasco between her sister and Remington. She blathered on and on about the beautiful flowers, how concerned Mr. Steele was, how lucky Laura was to find such a wonderful man. Laura was beginning to miss the stringent visiting policies in ICU and those peacefully numbing sedatives. At least when she was unconscious, she didn't have to listen to her sister drone on about quitting her job and settling down. Laura couldn't just lay there. She needed to do something to keep her mind off other *things*

"Frances, I'm a bit tired, would you mind letting me sleep for a while," Laura tried to be diplomatic.

As soon as she left the room, Laura gingerly reached for the phone.

"Remington Steele Investigations," Mildred announced.

"Mildred it's me, Laura...yes...yes...they moved me to a private I don't want to talk to him. Mildred PLEASE- I just want you to reschedule my appointments and messenger over the Unidac file and the quarterly statements."

"Miss Holt, you're going to do work?"

"Mildred, I can't just lay here and do nothing. Do you have any idea what's on daytime TV these days? And if Frances keeps dropping by I'm going to be a guest on one of those I- Killed- My- Sister shows..."

Mildred was relieved that Laura seemed to be back to her old self. "Do you know when you'll be released?"

Remington overheard Mildred talking to Laura. He picked up the extension, "Ahhh Laura, so nice..."

Laura cut him off mid-sentence, "Mildred, I think there is a problem with the phone. I'll call you back later. Goodbye."

Mildred looked in Remington's direction, "You have your work cut out for you, Boss"

"An impossible challenge, Miss Krebs, the kind I live for." he clarified.

Before Remington went to the hospital, he stopped at Donald's office.

"Mr. Steele!" Donald shouted in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help. Do you have a few minutes?" Donald motioned for him to take a seat while he closed the door.

"This sounds serious."

"I'm afraid it is, mate" Remington sighed heavily, "I don't know how much you know about my relationship with Laura..." Remington gave Donald a fairly accurate account of the chaotic circumstances that led up to the present situation. Mr. Steele found it a welcome relief to confide in another man.

"I have a plan, though. I need you to keep Frances and Abigail at bay so I can *help* Laura when she needs it."

"You really think Laura is going to let you help her after all that?"

"She won't have a choice, it will be doctor's orders."

"I'll do what I can, Mr. Steele."


Remington knocked on Laura's door before entering. Laura flinched in pain as she raised herself up. She rolled her eyes when she realized it was him, "Didn't you get the hint that I didn't want to see you?"

"I thought you called for a messenger," he held up the envelope containing the work Laura asked for.

"Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon or something?" Laura smoothed out the covers trying to sound disinterested.

"Wedding was cancelled. The groom was found to be mentally deficient."

"So, when is immigration coming to haul you away?"

"Got an extension...Mildred put me on the right path."

He set the envelope on the tray table at the foot of her bed. He also brought a shopping bag filled with an assortment of goodies. The last thing he pulled out was a tape player with headphones.

"What's that?"

"Thought you might want to listen to some music. I had a special mix made. Promise me you'll listen to it when I leave."

He sounded so serious so sincere for once. "Sure...but it's not Rocky Sullivan is it?"

"Now Laura, why would I subject you to that?"

She passed on the opportunity to say *it's seems that you enjoy watching me suffer* and turned her attention to the envelope from the office. "Can you hand me that, please. I don't want to get too far behind."

"Do you know when they intend to release you?"

"My doctor makes rounds in the evening. Maybe he'll parole me soon."

A nurse came in with a tray of medication for Laura and turned towards Mr. Steele, "Could you step out for a moment, I need to change her bandage."

"Sure..." He cautiously bent down to Laura kissed her on the top of her head. He whispered close to her ear. "Remember to listen to your tape, eh?" Remington left Laura's room in search of her doctor.

When Laura was left alone, she inserted the tape and pressed play. She recognized Tracy Chapman's voice, but it was the first time she ever heard the song:

Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry, like sorry.

Forgive me
Is that all you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me, forgive me
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time, you'd be mine

I love you
Is that all you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you, I love you.
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time, you'd be mine
Baby can I hold you tonight
Baby if I told you the right words
At the right time, you'd be mine
You'd be mine you'd be mine

The song was repeated over and over in a continuous loop. *That man does not play fair* she thought to herself.

After having a short chat with Laura's doctor, Remington went back to Laura's room. She still had the headphones on when he reentered the room.

Laura yanked the headpiece off and accused in a highly agitated state, "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stay mad at you when you do things like this?"

"So now you're mad at me for not being mad at me?"

"It sounds so absurd when you put it that way...but it's accurate." Laura said with a nervous smile.

*That's some progress* he thought to himself.

He sat on Laura's bed with his right leg up and body turned to face her. He reached out, held her hand with his left and covered it with his right, patting it gently, "Laura, I'm truly sorry for this whole mess."

"I don't know if I can believe you anymore. Just when I was beginning to trust you, to trust myself, to trust what I feel for you..." she stopped not ready to face all this at once. She pulled her hand out of his, eased back against the pillows, and looked in the direction of the windows, avoiding any eye contact.

He inched up closer to her, leaned in and put his finger under her chin turning her back to face him. Just as he was about to kiss her. Her doctor, trailed by several young interns, barged into the room.

Mr. Steele rose from the bed to allow the doctor to examine Laura. He passed the doctor with a discreet wink confirming their earlier discussion. Remington glanced at his watch and gestured that he would wait outside in the hall.
Mildred dropped in after she closed up the office. She saw Remington waiting in the hall outside Laura's room. "Evicted again Mr. Steele?"

"Actually I think I made a bit of progress. The doctor is in examining her."

"You still think this plan of yours is going to work?"

"Donald is on board. That just leaves the good doctor to do his part."

End Part 4
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