- Steele Untitled pt 3/?
Date: Tuesday, February 12, 2002
- Sinead O'Byrne <SteeleaScarecrow@hotmail.com>
OK, finished this part sooner than expected! Since all of
you felt sorry for our favorite blue-eyed, ebony-haired hero
and the relationship problem he
just experienced, here's the road to recovery, aka the road not
Permission to archive
Rated M-15 for strong language.
I gasped. Loudly. He was crying now, not all-out sobbing, but
tears running down his cheeks. "Harry, easy man, take a
seat. " I said,
watching as his shoulders gave a small shudder as he paced the
room. He took
my advice, at sat down, a small sob raking his body. "Now,
I want you to go
into that bedroom, and try crying yourself to sleep. It has two
One, you can get a good bit of sleep. Two, you always feel better
good cry." I said getting up.
"Wh-where are you going?" He asked me, sounding rather
much like a small
"To talk to Laura." He composed himself to give me
"You're-you're not going to do anything to her." He
said. It wasn't a
question, but an order.
"Relax, Harry. I'm not going to do anything but talk to
"If anything happens-"
"Relax Harry. Best advice, sit and cry, and sleep. Now follow
"OK, just don't do anything you or I'd regret."
"OK, now I'll be back, if it isn't too late when I finish
with Laura." I
grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
As I sped across LA, the only thing I wanted to do was tear Laura
limb for hurting Harry. But I'd promised him I wouldn't hurt
her, and it
would take something big for me to break that promise. I pulled
up in front
of the apartment building, and double checked the address. This
was it. I
quickly ascended the stairs, taking them two at a time. I could
Harry hated them so much. They were rather steep. But I was too
the sight I'd seen at Harry's house to think about that. I pounded
"Go away." I heard a muffled voice reply.
"No. I'm gonna stand her pounding on the door and waiting
explanation. All night if I have to." I said, making sure
to get my point
across. I heard footsteps across the floor, then the sound of
the latch on
the door being pulled back until I was face-to-face with Laura.
"What are you doing here?" She asked me, matter of
"I'm here to ask you a question."
"He sent you, didn't he?"
"If by *he* you mean Harry, no. I came here because I want
to know one
"What?" She asked curtly.
"Why'd you turn him down?" She paused for a minute,
"I'm not ready for that kind of commitment."
"I'm Not ready for that kind of commitment." I mimicked.
"You, who NEEDED a
commitment from Harry are now saying that you're not ready for
"Now I'm not so sure that that's what I wanted."
"Let me tell you something Miss Holt. Harry once told me
that the thing you
fear most is waking up and finding him gone. Well, you've just
absolutely no reason whatsoever to stay. I wouldn't be surprised
if he was
packing his bags right now."
"He wouldn't" I could tell it was more to reassure
himself than to prove me
"He did once, why wouldn't he again?"
"He went to find his past to offer me it, and besides he
came back didn't
"What if you didn't follow him, hmm? He'd probably still
be in England, back
to staying with Daniel, running cons. I know Harry better than
you do. If he
sets out to find something, he'd rather run than come back empty-handed.
even if he is running, he'll still try and get it. They'll be
snowballs in hell before he gives something up! He still is looking
he is, just not that actively. He's using his connections back
in London and
"He wouldn't leave again, otherwise he'd be searching himself."
"The only reason why he isn't out there now is because you
don't WANT him to
go out someplace again. Take one look at him. Beyond the damn
the bloody Auburn, behind the fucking facade that he built up
Steele. You know what you'll find? A man deeply in love with
you. That love
is the only thing that bloody keeps him here. You showed him
just now that
his love is not returned. He's not gonna fucking stay here, not
tonight. Maybe, just maybe, if he'll take my advice, he'll at
the hell around until tomorrow morning. But I don't know about
that." I all
but shouted at her, fighting a losing battle to keep my voice
reasonable decibel level. I looked at Laura, she was stunned
my tirade. "Tell me, Miss Holt, how the hell did you feel
when Wilson left
you?" She gave me a look like 'how did you know about that?'
but still after
a second or two of thought, she answered.
"I-it felt like my heart had been torn into a million tiny
pieces, and if I
ever saw the bastard again, I'd kill him."
"You didn't kill him when you saw him again, though did
"No, you're right, I didn't. The urge to throttle him had
OK, maybe more than slightly. Waned almost completely away."
"Now, try and imagine the feeling of your heart breaking
into a billion tiny
pieces. That you were hurt so badly that if you saw him again,
killing him, you'd kill yourself to stop yourself from facing
That's probably how Harry feels. You've cut him deeper than any
could. You've cut right through his heart, minced it, then stuck
again. If he isn't packing, or even if he is, he's crying. HE'S
CRYING! I have only seen Harry cry once before, and that was
because I had
just beaten him shitless because I found him reading my diary.
And he told
me that he cried but one other bloody time. And you know why
he was crying?
Because he thought you were fucking dead with that whole bullet-proof
thing. You've affected him more than anyone else. You've affected
than Daniel even! He might cry if something happened to Daniel,
than might, probably. But he'd move on, knowing that no matter
what he did,
he damn well wouldn't be able to bring Daniel back. If something
you, he'd be beside himself with grief. Now, it's 11 at night
on a Friday. I
suggest that you hope that he doesn't leave, airports can be
busy on weekends." I said, ending my speech just as strongly
as I had
started it. I turned on my heel and left, with Laura standing
in the middle
of her living room, pale and speechless. I heard her collapse
onto a chair
as I closed the large metal door behind me.
I drove back to Harry's apartment, and found a bottle of Jack
on his table. "Harry, looking at your problems through the
bottom of a glass
only magnifies them. But I suppose once wouldn't hurt."
I said softly, as a
walked into the bedroom. I found him passed out on top of the
rummaged through the dresser drawer where I had seen pajama's,
until I came
across a pair. I hoisted him up enough to change him out of the
was growing smaller around the middle. "Haven't been to
the gym recently,
have you?" I muttered to him with a small smile as I laid
still-unconscious form back onto the bed, and covered him with
like I'd done more times than I'd care to remember when I found
out at a pub. Daniel still doesn't know how much Harry can drink.
at my watch. Just barely 11:30. "Well then, he did say that
bowling night, hopefully she's still up." I said, walking
out to my car
again, this time heading for the address that I knew was Mildred's.
I pulled up in front of the very nice ranch house, gathered my
rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" I heard her ask.
"Tabitha Blaine." Might as well tell the truth. I waited
as she flung the
door open, still in her Dragon Ladies uniform.
"What're you doing here this time of night?" She asked
me, then her gaze
softened as she looked at me. "You look pretty much worse
for the wear, take
a seat." She said, gesturing to the couch.
"Thanks a lot. It's been a rough night. Which is exactly
why I'm here."
"Why not go to Mr. Steele?"
"Because it's his problem." I said, easing back into
"You lost me. If it's his problem, why is it so rough on
"How much do you know about the romance between those two?"
"Mr. Steele and Miss Holt? Only that those two are smitten
with each other
and refuse to admit it."
"You mean Laura refuses to admit it."
"Well, Mr. Steele can be a little hesitant about their relationship,
you're right, Miss Holt is a lot more reserved about it than
"Mildred, tell me, would you say that Laura loves Harry?"
I noticed her
hesitation immediately. I wished I had my tape recorder with
"Well, yes, but she just has a funny way of showing it.
You can see it when
Mr. Steele is around her, how much she loves to be with him,
and when Mr.
Steele attempts to make her jealous, he almost always succeeds,
but she also
is very afraid of what might happen next, and doesn't trust him
"Mildred, have you spoken to Harry or Laura recently, like
as in the past 6
"No? Why? Are they in some kind of trouble?" She asked,
"In a way, they're both in trouble, but not really. The
thing that IS in
trouble is their relationship."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Remember how yesterday at lunch I mentioned that I had
a question for
"Yes, but you said you forgot it."
"I lied. And that question was the only reason I let Harry
behind the wheel
of that Porsche. You see, the day I arrived, Harry let me stay
"I remember, he had me book you a hotel."
"Yes, well, I went to see if I could still search a place
the way I used to
be able to, and came across something very interesting in his
said, making sure to stop at key points, trying to probe as much
out of Mildred Krebs, ex-IRS, as possible.
"What?" She asked, eager to hear what I found.
"A ring. An engagement ring."
"Well, what happened?"
"Well, that was my question to Harry, when was he going
to give it to her."
"And, when IS he going to give it to her?"
"He was supposed to give it to her tonight."
"And you can't get a hold of him?" She asked, hoping
for the best.
"No, you see, that's the problem. I COULD get a hold of
"And why is that the problem?"
"She said no." She gasped. Loudly. "I had the
same reaction when Harry told
"So why are you here?"
"To make sure a certain peroxide piranha named Felicia didn't
to do with her saying no."
"Well, she was eavesdropping on my conversation with Danny."
"Danny-as in Daniel Chalmers?"
"One and the same. But Felicia didn't sound too happy that
Harry was in love
with someone other than herself. I warned her, but I don't how
much of it
actually got through that thick skull of hers. Or if she has
enough of a
brain to process what I said. The only reason I'm even somewhat
with her is for Harry, and because she's a damn good tool for
about people. Her ONLY good point is that she's got a body the
rest of us
girls would kill for. Too bad it was wasted on her." Mildred
seemed to like
me even more, now that I disclosed the fact that I hated Felicia.
"I hate to say it, but I don't think that Felicia had anything
to do with
"I was hoping that the blonde bimbo that puts the æass'
in massive DID have
something to do with it. I guess Laura's lucky that Harry is
passed-out, and doesn't like to fly hung-over."
"He's drunk?" Mildred asked, showing some concern.
"Beyond drunk. I told him I'd stop by his place again after
I had a little
chat with Miss Holt, but I walked in to find a bottle of JD out,
empty, and him completely wasted. At least he managed to pass
out on his
bed. Saved me the effort of lugging him there." This was
something new to Mildred. "You look shocked at this."
I pointed out.
"Well, I know the boss has some champagne every now and
then, and wine, but
he's never gotten flat-out drunk, much less to the point of passing
alone on Jack Daniel's"
"Ohhhh, you should have seen him back in his youth. You
name it, he drank
it. I had my own phone line for a while, because Daniel said
I always hogged
the phone. Well you don't wanna know how many times that line
midnight, if it wasn't Harry himself, it was one of his friends,
to come pick him up. Daniel made his point about drinking clear
from the start. Daniel had this thing about being on the bottle.
guessing he had been on it once, and didn't want anything to
Harry. Or me. Or anyone around him for that matter." I remembered
Mildred gave a small chuckle.
"It's a shame though. He really does love Miss Holt."
"I know he does. Whenever he called or wrote to me OR Danny,
it was Laura
this, Laura that. Do you know what a good detective Laura is?
Do you know
what a good detective Laura's taught me to be? He mentions you
of you like a mother. Always there with advice. Always ready
to help him
pick himself up, and dust himself off. Though I doubt even YOU
can help him
out this time." I could swear Mildred was starting to blush.
"He'll be all right. I know it." Mildred said. Like
Laura had done just a
short while ago, it was more to reassure herself than to play
guess what was going to happen.
"I hate to burst your bubble Miss Krebs, but I know Harry,
and he ain't
gonna recover from this. Not fully. No matter what Laura does
for him now,
he's not going to trust her completely for a while. Like she
him. She's getting it all thrown right back in her face. I wouldn't
surprised if, and that's IF he stays around, that he and Miss
have absolutely no extra-office things together. No more dates,
no more him
cooking up one of his gourmet creations, no more parties, I doubt
even go to charity functions together. None of that. For at least
The thing that I really hope doesn't happen is that Harry goes
to ground. He
did that once before, NO one could find him for a year, not even
I. And even after that, the only way we knew he was alive was
a year, he called us." I said almost tearfully.
"You really care about him too, don't you?" She asked.
"Yeah, much as I act like he's an asshole, he and Daniel
are the next best
thing to family that I have. And I love them for it. I want what's
him, and I think that Laura's the best he could ever have. And,
I don't really know Laura, I can tell that she loves him to,
wants to admit it or not, she does." I glanced down at my
"Holy cow! It's almost 1am! Sorry I've kept you up Miss
Krebs, but since
it's obvious that you care about those two, I decided that you
should be one
of the first to know. Now there's what, nine hours between here
That would be a decent time in the morning, I have to call Daniel,
might as well leave."
"It's all right. Goodbye." She said, escorting me to
the door. I drove the
Porsche back to Harry's apartment, to see if he had woken up,
and was sober
enough to talk things out. I found him still unconscious, and
looked for a
scrap of paper to write down my infamous hangover relief mix.
I found one,
and sat down on the couch to write it down. As I sat down, I
how tough of a night I'd had. Deciding that I might as well call
now, I found the phone on the cocktail table, and dialed the
"Daniel?" I asked when he picked up.
"Yeah, have you seen Felicia at all over the past day or
so, since I last
"Yes, she's sat around, moping. I don't think that she's
moved from that
"Damn! Mildred was right. Daniel, I need you to do me a
"What was Mildred right about, and what is the favor?"
"If you see Harry, I want you to call me, and, tie him down
if you have to,
but ship him back here."
"Why would I have to do that?"
"She turned him down, Danny. That's why."
"SHE WHAT?!" he shouted.
"Turned him down. Flat-out said no. Not even an æI'll
think about it.' Just
"And you're afraid Harry's going to run."
"He's got nothing keeping him here."
"Where is he now?"
"Passed out on his bed. But, wait-.." I said, an idea
forming in my mind.
"You said Felicia was there?"
"Put her on for a minute."
"Just do it." I waited for Felicia to pick up the phone.
"What do you want, Tabitha?" She asked me irritatedly.
"I need your help, I'll pay you quite well for it."
"It depends on what you want me to do."
"Help me to get Harry and Laura together." I said.
I knew what she was going
"How much do you want? I'll pay you a couple thou to do
"What do you want me to do?" The money had caught her
"Very simple. Kidnap harry and say you're going to kill
him. That's it."
"And this is going to work how?"
"Because Laura will realize how much Harry means to her.
And if it doesn't
work, then you get a free couple thousand bucks." I listened
to the silence
on the other end of the line. I could tell that she was struggling
up her mind. I didn't blame her, though. After all, she did once
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she responded.
"Why me? Can't you call up one of your old friends and have
Harry. After all, you just want the threat of his death overshadowing
"Yes, but that threat seems all the more real if it's someone
like you, and
old, jealous lover."
"I'll think about it, but if I do go along, I want at least
"Fifteen! I'll look at other options first."
"Fine by me, but Tabby-"
"Was he really crying over her?" I could feel the pain
in her voice.
"Yes. I almost didn't believe it myself. If I hadn't seen
it with my own two
eyes I would've said I was lying, but, there he was, Mr. Macho,
eyes out. Until of course he drank himself into a stupor."
"Leave it to Harry to try and wash away his problems with
a bottle of Gin."
"Actually, it was Jack Daniel's."
"Whatever. But I'll think about it. But if I were you, I'd
start looking for
"Oh well, bye." I hung up, shocked. Felicia had actually
been civil! I
sighed, and picked up a piece of paper to write my famous hangover
recipe down for Harry, then leaned back on the couch. "Just
so that I don't
fall asleep driving." I mumbled, before falling asleep.
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