- By Gilmoradict
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- A very short piece, follows Laura's and Steele's marriage,
without really commenting on how and when that event occurred.
- "Excuse me, miss. Any updates on flight 847?" The
clear blue eyes focused pleadingly on the young American Airline's
clerk who made the mistake of looking up at him.
- "Anxious to get to the States, are you?" was the
somewhat harried reply, softening a bit as she took in the handsome
dark haired man standing before her.
- "If this blasted rain would just quit
smiled somewhat ruefully. "Guess you're as ready as any
- "We're a bit backed up, as you can see. Love to get
you on a plane and on your way, but sorry, no flights will be
taking off soon. Business trip?" Angela knew better than
to begin personal chats with travelers, but this guy was breath
taking, and she would have loved to see that smile cross his
- "Damn. Ahh, sorry, not your fault of course." The
smile slid sideways briefly. "Actually I live in LA, just
here on some family business. I'd hoped to get back in time
for a commitment I made for tomorrow night. Guess there's nothing
to do but wait. Thank you, you've been most kind." Harry's
shoulders drooped a bit, wincing as another volley of particularly
fierce rain drilled the ceiling of the terminal.
- "Can't quite place your accent - perhaps its California
that I hear." Angela made a stab at continuing her conversation
with the striking traveler.
- "Perhaps..." Harry dismissed Angela politely with
a distracted "Thanks again." Harry's only interest
in the lovely young agent was her answer as to the projected
departure of his flight. Ireland, London, the Mediterranean,
South America: as many places as Harry had lived during his tumultuous
three decades of life, it was hard to say which had most affected
his accent - but he knew where he now belonged. The rain in London
fell in stark contrast to the repetitively sunny days of California.
Harry's thoughts were filled with the sun drenched, burnished
haired beauty who awaited his arrival home in Los Angeles. Harry
sought out the bank of phones crowded with frustrated travelers
and awaited his turn.
- "Laura." Unable to get past that one perfect word,
Harry leaned his head against the half wall of the phone booth."
- "Harry? Where are you?"
- Perfect blue eyes closed to picture Laura sitting at her
desk, no doubt with a file open in front of her, phone cradled
between her ear and slender shoulder, and one hand likely poised
over the computer keyboard. Harry struggled to regain speech.
- "Laura, I'm still in London. Damn rain has everything
- "Oh Harry, no! I've been counting down the hours until
you're back - trying to distract myself with work
The soft voice traveling so far across the phone lines soothed
Harry's frantic heart. "Do you know when you're going to
be able to get off?"
- "No, Laura. Nothing's moving at all. I can't tell you
how much I wish I was on the way home now."
- "I know, Mr. Steele." Only Laura could make his
surname sound like a caress. "Believe me, I know. I miss
you more than you can imagine: no one to drag me off to long
lunches, no one to lure me to the movies, no one tormenting me
about my compulsion to work overtime."
- "You do need me, don't you?" Steele grinned, hearing
the laughter in Laura's voice.
- "Mr. Steele, you are both needed and missed. We've
hardly begun to explore ways we can mix business and pleasure.
Get back as soon as you
- "Laura?!" A crack of lightening followed immediately
by an ominous rumble of thunder, and a flicker of the power in
the terminal, and Harry's connection to Laura was lost. Sighing,
he returned the receiver to its cradle and turned to find a place
in which to wait for skies to clear, flights to resume, and his
life with Laura to move forward. In the movie Harry played in
his head, a classic which starred the great Remington Steele
and his associate and partner in life, Laura Holt-Steele, the
two stars were headed for a steamy kiss set against a glorious
- The End