This story is intended for
amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington
Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue
DeLois. This story is the property of DeLois Booth ã 2002.
Steele Destined
Part 12
By
D’Lois
Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock!
Laura yawned as she opened
her eyes to find Rem peacefully sleeping beside her.
She raised her hand and felt his forehead.
He was still a little warm, but he was getting a little color back.
Knock! Knock!
Laura looked around the room
before she registered that someone was at her door knocking. She slowly rose from Rem’s bed making sure
she didn’t disturb him.
Laura walked out of
Rem’s bedroom. She heard the front door
open. Immediately, she became alert until she
heard Harry call her name and saw him standing in her living room.
“Harry?” Laura questioned standing behind the sofa
completely in his sight.
Laura was taken aback when
Harry rushed over to her and hugged her tightly.
“Thank God you are
okay.” Remington cupped her face and
covered her lips with his.
Remington stepped back and
looked at her. He had to confirm with his
eyes again that she was okay. “Oh, God. I thought something happened to you again when I
didn’t get an answer.”
Looking into her dark brown
eyes, he was overwhelmed with emotions, and before he could stop himself, he covered her
lips again. This time his kiss possessed more
passion. They both were lost in their own
world.
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“Fred.” Tracy was biting her lower lip. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay with Mummy.”
Tracy eyes met Fred’s.
“Please.” Tracy pleaded.
Fred sighed. She had the same hopeful look Mr. Steele had on
his face during the Arnoch’s Case.
Fred laughed as he
remembered how Mr. Steele sat in the very same spot and asked for a slight detour from
Laura’s instructions.
“Miss Tracy, you may
look like your Mother, but you act like your father.
But, I can understand.”
Tracy smiled when Fred
pulled off at the next exit.
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Laura woke to find her body draped half way over Harry’s. Her arm was lying comfortably over his stomach
while her leg rested on top of his. She
smiled as she watched him sleep.
How did they end up in bed? She asked herself not really caring. She was really happy that they had.
Laura’s dreams had
finally became a reality and even though she hadn’t recovered her memory, she knew in
her heart she was destined to be with this man.
Harry. Laura said in her mind. She looked at the dark haired man who lay beside
her. She allowed her hand to travel up his
stomach along his chest to his handsome face.
Remington tightened
his hold on her as her fingers gently ran over the slight growth of beard. For a moment Laura allowed her mind to wonder what
he would look like with a full beard. She
wondered if he ever wore a full beard.
Laura couldn’t
help when he mind wandered to earlier events of the day…one in particular -
Rick’s comment.
“Laura, Tony was
crushed when he found out you were sleeping with the great detective Remington Steele.
Tony was ready to divorce you.
Your amnesia saved your marriage.”
Rick referred to Harry
as Remington Steele. Not Harry Chalmers. Not even Remington Chalmers. But, Remington Steele. He also said Harry was a detective not a
restaurant owner.
Laura thought about everything she had learned about Harry since
she been back. One thing popped out more than
anything else.
“Mommy,” Rem started
with chocolate ice cream around his mouth. “Harry’s first name is Rem too.”
Laura looked at Harry with
surprise.
“Actually, it’s
Remington, but you called me Rem for short.”
Remington. Harry had said his first name was Remington. She remembered seeing him sign credit card receipts
R. Harrison Chalmers. And, he said she called
him Rem.
Harry…Remington had hid
nothing from her, but she was sure he was holding out on her for her own good.
But Laura needed those
answers,. No matter what misery they brought
with them.
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Remington woke hoping to
draw Laura into his arms. He was sadly
disappointed when he reached out for her and encountered empty space.
He yawned and
stretched as he looked over at the bathroom door. She
wasn’t in there. “She probably
went to check on Rem.” He told
himself as he got out of bed to search for his clothes.
Since he was alone he allowed the memories of earlier events to pleasantly invade
his mind.
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Remington smiled when he
entered the kitchen. Laura was deep in
thought. He slowly walked up behind her.
“A penny for your
thoughts.” Remington whispered in her
ear.
Startled, Laura turned
in his arms and he gladly pulled her closer into the curve of his body.
Laura warmed when his
lips captured hers in a tender short kiss.
“Is that our
daughter sleeping on the couch out there?” Remington
allowed his left hand to gently and slowly run down the side of her form and rest on her
covered hip.
Laura shook her head
“yes” and tried to keep her voice normal. She
wasn’t ready to share her plan with Harry…Remington…this man. She chastised herself then realized she had to
pull herself together. She needed to find
some answers and she wasn’t sure if he would help.
“Fred dropped her
off while you were sleeping. He said she
wasn’t feeling well.” Laura forced
her tone to stay neutral as she tried to step out of his embrace.
“I must have been
out of it.” Remington laughed at
himself. “I didn’t hear the
door.”
Laura faked a smile.
“See what happens
when I get a dose of Laura? I sleep like a
baby.” He kissed her neck.
“I need to go
check on Rem. He was running a fever
earlier.”
“Laura, are you
okay with what happened?” Remington
searched her face and held his breath as he waited for her answer.
“Yeah.” Laura ran her hand over his hairy chest and felt
the heat from his body. “I
just…”
“Why don’t I
believe you?”
Laura sighed then
looked into his eyes. “I just have a lot
on my mind. Rem had a high fever earlier and
it just scares me when he gets sick. I feel
helpless.” Laura said looking at the
hunger in his eyes.
Remington decided to
give her space. He didn’t want to rush
her. She would tell him in her own time as
usual.
“I understand.” Remington kissed her bare shoulder. “By the way, I checked on Rem, and he’s
fine.”
“What?” Laura whispered.
She could hear the surprise in her own voice.
Remington laughed. He wasn’t sure if he was laughing because she
was surprised or by the realization that he was willing to accept Richard Eric
Mic…Roselli as his son.
“Laura, I love you. I will love anything and everything that is a part
of you.”
Laura eyed him as he looked
at his hand that was drawing invisible circles around her stomach. “I thought I would be the only man to give
you children.”
“Why?” Laura studied him attentively. “How can you say that when I was married to
another man? A man who was apparently very
capable of giving me a child.”
When Remington didn’t
look at her, she reached out to cup his left cheek and turned his face towards her.
“You don’t have to
protect me. I am ready for the truth.” When Remington tried to turn his head, Laura shook
her head “no.” “The truth,
NOW.”
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“Let me
get this straight.” Laura paced. “I was married to you?”
“Are
married.” Remington corrected feeling a
load lifted out his chest.
“So, I’m a
bigamist?!”
she choked.
“No," he
said soothingly." "I had Mildred work some magic on her loyal
computer.” Remington stood from the
kitchen table. “Tony just told you that
you two had married. It was never
official.”
“Thank God.” They both said in unison. Laura smiled as she walked over to the window.
“While we were
together you used the name Remington Steele?”
“Yes.”
Laura shook her head. She hadn’t shared with him what Rick said,
but she was glad to know Har…Remington had shared everything with her.
“And, you were 34
when you saw your own birth certificate for the first time?”
“Yes.” Remington watched her. He could tell all the information was swimming in
her mind. And, he could tell she was holding
some information of her own from him. “I
started using Chalmers when I moved back to London.”
“I can’t believe this. I had my own agency.”
“Yeah.” Remington said feeling guilty now that he closed
the agency. Laura must have read his mind
because her next words were,
“I don’t
blame you for closing the doors. You did what
you had to. Who knows.” Laura shrugged.
“I probably would have done the same thing if something happened to
you.”
Remington shook his
head laughing doubtingly.
“That agency
meant everything to you.” He stated
flatly and honestly. At one point he was
actually jealous of the bloody thing.
Laura turned to read
his expression. Was that jealousy she heard
or acceptance?
“Well, it
couldn’t have meant more than you.”
Remington studied her.
“I mean. You haunted my dreams…in a good way. You were always a part of me.” Laura laughed to herself. “I mean, I fantasized about you and not Tony. I almost went out of my mind.”
Laura laughed again
starting to feel very uncomfortable with her confession.
“Most married
women don’t fantasize about a man she’s never met.”
Remington walked over
to Laura and cupped her face. He traced her
bottom lip with his thumb then kissed her.
“I am glad you
couldn’t forget me.” Remington
teased looking into her dark chocolate eyes. “I
worked long and hard to break down that thick wall you had around you. ”
“Did you?” Laura said wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Yes. And it’s good to know it wasn’t in
vain.” Remington lowered his head and
claimed her lips again.
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“Okay…Yeah,
Abigail, I am sure she caught it from a classmate…Yeah…She’s
sleeping.” Remington lied as he watched
Laura, Rem, and Tracy coloring at the coffee table. He
noticed Rem had all his color back. “I’ll
call you when she wakes…Okay…Then I’ll have her call you
tomorrow…Okay…Okay…Next weekend is fine…Okay…Okay…Bye
Abigail.”
“Daddy, how could
you tell her I would come next weekend?” Tracy
placed her hands on her hips.
Remington smiled
knowingly. He knew Tracy was listening to
every word he was saying.
“Tracy…” Remington started, but Laura cut him off.
“How about we all
go next weekend?” Laura hugged.
“Are you
sure?” Remington eyed Laura.
“I’m ready. I want to get my life back completely…Let the
past be just that.” Laura said knowing
she had to get some answers but feeling Remington would be a hindrance if he knew what she
was planning. “Now, who is hungry?”
“Me!” Tracy walked over to Laura.
“Me too.” Rem joined them.
Remington watched them
go into the kitchen as he tried to ignore the feeling that Laura was hiding something from
him.
“How about hot
dogs?” He heard Laura ask.
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“Hey, Sport, slow
down. Your food is not going any where.” Remington teased Rem as he watched the boy down
his third hot dog.
Rem laughed then put
the hot dog he was about to take a bite of down.
Laura watched as her
son turned to Remington.
“Did you tell
Mommy you sung to me?” Rem looked at
Remington then Laura. “It was bout
Ireland, flute, band…and Mac…Mac…” Rem turned to Remington for help.
“It’s called
McNamara’s Band.” Remington
supplied.
“And, it’s
sang not sung.” Laura corrected as she
watched Tracy pick up the mustard bottle.
Rem looked at
Remington “Can I have some more ice cream?”
“Shh.” Remington smiled nervously at Laura.
“What is it with
you two and ice cream?” Laura reached
for the mustard herself.
“Daddy believes
in bribery.” Tracy answered then took a
big bite out of her hot dog. “Can
I spend the night?”
Laura stared back at
the child’s questioning eyes then looked at Remington with pleading ones.
“Did Fred leave
her bag?”
“Yeah.” Tracy answered even though the question was for
Laura.
“I don’t
think I can win with Laura or you, Liebe.” Remington
kissed the child’s cheek as she hugged his neck.
“Liebe? Why do you call her that?” Rem questioned.
“It sounds weird.”
Remington put his half
eaten hot dog down. “Well, it
started…”
“Can I tell the story Daddy?” Tracy cut him off.
“Yes. If you like.”
Tracy pushed some hair
behind her ear as she placed the rest of hotdog back on her plate.
“It started when
Daddy was a little boy.” Tracy began.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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