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Red to Green By J. Hallmark

December 8, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A vignette from The Rustle of the Sheets.

Author’s Note: Summary: Michelle serenades Danny while driving as they reach the comfort zone.

Disclaimers: Danny and Michelle belong to those folks at Guiding Light. Darnit! “Crush” belongs to Jennifer Page, CD, “Sober.” Good CD — has a great Manny song on it.

Note: Teeny vignette that came to me in the car.

Red to Green By J. Hallmark

Red to Green Michelle sat in front of the wheel, softly humming to the radio. Danny slipped his seat belt on and at the sound, Michelle released the handbrake and set the car in motion. They sat in silence, a pleasant camaraderie filling the air. They were at last getting to the point where just being together was enough, words weren’t necessary and there was a comfort level to their interactions that was growing steadily with each passing day.

Aahh, Crush

played over a haunting melody and Michelle found herself singing along to the lyrics, “… let it be what it will be, don’t make a fuss and go crazy over you and me …” she paused and turned to look at Danny quickly, “do you mind if I turn this up?”

He shook his head and the volume came up almost immediately.

It’s just a little crush
not like I faint, every time we touch
it’s just some little thing
not like everything I do
depends on you

With every lyric, Michelle voice rose and her fingers twisted the volume up higher and higher until the song’s music and words and her voice filled the car. She glanced over at Danny a few times, and found herself feeling a little shy, but not embarrassed enough to quit singing … due, mostly in part, to the sweet smile on his face as he watched her in seeming fascination.

The chorus repeated itself again as Michelle came to a stop at a red light and then the bridge came on …

Vanilla skies

and Michelle turned to Danny and whispered in between the lyrics, “I love this part,” and she sang along, her hand resting softly on his thigh, her gaze locked upon his face.

White picket fences in your eyes

“White picket fences in your eyes …”

A vision of you and of me

“A vision of you and of me …” and as the words faded from her tongue, her lips curved into a matching smile of sweetness to complement his own. He rested his hand upon hers and slowly, lovingly brought it to his mouth, turning it upright. Her smile widened and he laid a kiss — soft and sensual — upon the palm of her hand.

Her smile faded into a sigh and the beeping of the horns behind them as the light turned from red to green didn’t enter into their consciousness for at least five seconds.

The End

So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

December 6, 2016

Republisher’s Note: Sharing another story recovered from The Rustle of the Sheets. For the uninitiated TWV stands for The Walking Vegetable. It’s the online Manny community “fond” nickname for Jesse.

Author’s Note:
Summary: A short vignette about a meeting between Danny and Michelle after they’ve been separated. Rick, Abby, Drew and TWV also appear.

Timeline: This takes place a couple of weeks from now (assuming Danny does decide to give Michelle an annulment and assuming Michelle does waver between her feelings for the Neanderthal and Danny Boy.) This ‘scene’ is the first time Danny and Michelle have seen each other [in my (albeit brief) future universe] since he promised her the annulment and they are still legally married.

Rating: PG-13 for some kissage.

Disclaimer: Danny, Michelle, Dr. Rick, Abby, Oh-Whining-One (I do like Drew, really. Yes, some people do actually like her), and the Neanderthal all belong to Proctor & Gamble, CBS, etc., etc. Although, the idea that anyone would actually claim TWV is about beyond ludicrous.

So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

Danny stood outside the Bauer residence, twisting the wedding band about his finger as he mentally berated himself for his presence on her doorstep.

“This is stupid, stupid,” he muttered under his breath and without even knocking, he turned to leave. He’d just taken a few steps when the front door opened behind him and he heard his brother-in-law, Dr. Rick Bauer, call his name. A question and disaffection were evident in his tone, at least to Danny’s ears. He stopped and swore quietly under his breath and then turned around, a grim smile upon his lips.

“Dr. Bauer — Rick,” he offered and stood ill at ease before Michelle’s older brother. “I, uh, I was just gonna stop by and see how my,” he paused and tightened his lips, “Michelle, I just wanted to see how Michelle was doing.”

Rick looked at the young man speculatively, “Fine, but she’s not here right now.”

Danny let out a slight exhalation of breath and took a step back, “Oh, well, then I guess this really was a waste of time.”

Rick shook his head, “No, you can come on in, wait for her. She shouldn’t be much longer.”

Disbelief flowed across Danny’s face, “You’re kidding, right? You’re inviting me into your house?”

Rick smiled, “You’re still legally my brother-in-law, and I think Michelle would like to see you. So, yes, I’m inviting you,” he held out his hand and stepped back, indicating that he could enter. Danny nodded and walked into the house.

~~~ There were wedding pictures of Rick and his wife, Abby, on the mantle next to a photo of an older man and woman — Michelle’s parents, Ed and Maureen Bauer, Danny knew from a picture Michelle had shown him what seemed like centuries ago, but in reality was only a month. He turned towards the kitchen when a loud noise filled the air. Rick uttered a few choice words and looked up at Danny, “Dropped the can.”

Danny smiled, “It’s okay, I’m not really that thirsty.”

“Oh, okay,” Rick set the distorted can on top of the counter and walked into the living room. He headed to the fireplace and stood beside Danny, remarking idly “She did look beautiful.” Danny glanced over to the wedding photo that Rick was talking about at the other end of the mantle and found his gaze fixated.

“Why –” he cleared his throat, finding his voice suddenly hoarse, “why is that there?”

Rick turned to him, “What do you mean? All the family wedding pictures are up on the mantle.”

“But, it’s over. We’re getting an annulment and once that’s done it will be as if the marriage never existed.”

“True,” Rick conceded and then with a sideways glance towards his brother-in-law, he added quietly, “but Michelle wouldn’t hear of it being taken down.”

“She wouldn’t?” Danny asked, his voice soft as he gazed still at his beautiful bride in white, facing him, the corners of her lips curved, her forehead pressed against his as they smiled their ‘secret smile.’

“No,” Rick replied.

“Yes, yes,” he belatedly answer Rick’s earlier query, “she was very beautiful.” His voice lowered to a husky near-whisper, “she is beautiful. So beautiful.”

The opening of the front door broke the silence, followed by Michelle’s buoyant voice, “I can’t believe we were able to get that. I mean, a cashmere sweater for that price, I’m in heaven!” She laughed, a big smile on her face. “What?” she asked of Abby as the answering smile faded on her sister-in-law’s face.

“Hello, Michelle,” Rick called softly, his voice pensive. She turned to face him, and her eyes widened when they fell upon the man standing beside him. “Danny,” she breathed quietly. Her smile was gone, but a soft blush spread across her face as she carelessly dropped her shopping bags and purse upon the floor. She took a step forward and then paused as if unsure of what she was doing . . . of what she wanted to do.

Danny felt no such uncertainty. Without a word, he walked around the sofa and headed straight to Michelle. As he moved closer, her head tilted up and her breathing came quicker, as an almost breathless anticipation suffused her being. In one smooth movement, Danny cupped her face in the palm of her hand, while his arm swept about her waist and pulled her against him. His lips were upon hers before she could offer a protest.

And that protest would not have been forthcoming judging by her response as she wrapped her arms about his neck, her fingers ruffling in his thick, black curls. She leaned into him, her entire heart and soul poured into her kiss as her lips parted against his, their breath intermingling. His hand was soft upon her cheek, his fingers tracing patterns upon her skin, running down the column of her throat, and then swimming in the weight of her honey-blonde curls.

“What the hell?!” Jesse’s bellow split the air and Michelle pulled away abruptly, her hands falling from Danny’s shoulders. However, her husband kept his arm around her waist even as his hand slipped from her hair. Michelle turned to face Jesse and Drew, who stood slightly behind him. A deeper pink flushed Michelle’s face and she bit her lip, trying to move away from Danny’s possessive grasp. He held tight.

Jesse rushed forward and without warning slammed a fist into Danny’s face. He staggered back, but did not fall as Drew cried out Jesse’s name and Michelle jumped back in shock. Danny straightened up as Rick rushed to stand between the two young men. He laughed harshly without humor and rubbed a hand against his jaw where Jesse had struck.

“Hey, Jesse,” he drawled lazily. Jesse stood still, heaving in anger, his fists clenched at his side. Michelle glared at him and moved to Danny; she reached up to check his face, but Danny brushed her away. “It’s okay.” He turned to Rick, “sorry.”

Rick looked at him for a moment and then turned to Jesse, his eyes hardening slightly, “For what?”

Danny offered a genuine smile and replied softly, “For this,” as he moved towards Jesse and leveled a quick sucker-punch to the gut, followed by a swift right hook. Jesse doubled over and then fell to his knees before anyone in the room could react. And then again, Drew cried out his name. Abby was still and Rick knelt down before Jesse and then glanced up at Danny, “I think you –“

“– should leave, I know.” He nodded and again his smile was genuine as he turned to Michelle. “Goodbye, Michelle,” he looked down at Drew huddled in concern next to Jesse, “Drew,” his smile grew slightly, “Jesse, always a pleasure.”

“Get out of here,” Jesse growled. Danny’s smile widened and he walked out of the house. Michelle stood indecisively for a moment and then she gazed down at Jesse and then to the front door that was closing. She looked back at Jesse, who was looking at Drew and then she ran out to catch up with her husband.

“Danny!” she called out as the door shut behind her with a sharp crack. He turned around, “Michelle?” his voice was filled with surprise. “What?”

She slowed down and gingerly took the last few steps to him, “I, uh, I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Michelle. It takes more than a little hit from Jesse Blue to bother me.”

She nodded and then rushed forth with the real reason she’d come after him, “Why are you here? I mean, why did you come?”

He looked at her silently for a moment and then glanced away, debating whether or not to answer.

“Danny?” she questioned softly and he looked at her again, his gaze gentle.

“I wanted to see you.” He took a step closer and reached out a hand to her face. “I wanted to see your face, your smile. I missed your voice, the way you say my name.” His hand rose and he feathered her golden hair through his fingers, Michelle sighed and leaned slightly towards him. “I missed the way your hair curls and clings to my finger. I missed talking to you.”

His other hand rose and he gingerly traced the curve of her lips as he moved closer, his body less than a hands span away from hers. “I missed your lips, the feel of your mouth when I kissed you. And I wanted to kiss you again.” He leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss upon her lips. “And again,” he whispered huskily as her lips parted in wanting beneath his once more. “And again,” his hand tightened in her hair as he took a deeper kiss from her, his fingers gently massaging her neck.

He pulled away reluctantly and Michelle’s eyes opened slowly, a dazed expression upon her face and he smiled softly.

“Again,” she murmured and leaned up, her hands pressing against his chest as she initiated a fourth kiss, this one much more passionate. He slanted his lips over hers, their mouths parting as they exchanged breaths. He wound his arms about her waist, holding her tightly to him and she clung to him almost desperately.

At last they pulled away and with a sigh, she whispered his name and then even quieter, “I’ve missed you, too.”

He stepped back and offered her a sweet smile, “So maybe there’s hope for me yet.”

“Maybe,” she replied, a matching smile on her face and in her voice. She moved back a few paces, her hands entwined behind her back.

He grinned widely and gestured towards the house, “Of course, you gotta get rid of the Neanderthal in there first.”

“Danny!” she admonished, but couldn’t help but return his smile. “Jesse’s a really sweet guy.”

“Jesse’s a moron,” he responded succinctly.

“Danny!” her warning was more severe and the smile was gone. She closed her eyes and sighed. Danny’s smile faded as well. He clasped his hands together and took a few more steps back.

“That’s my cue to leave.”

Michelle nodded and then looked up at him, “see you later.”

He was silent for a long moment, “later,” he repeated and he walked away. Michelle didn’t return to the house until his car had driven out of sight. When it was no longer visible, she raised a hand to her mouth and pressed her fingers lightly to her lips and with a sigh, she again whispered his name, “Danny,” and a wealth of pain, desire, confusion and love resided in that one word . . . her husband’s name.

The End


Archived Link

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“I am the MAN” By Sonya

December 5, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A little poem from the Rustling Sheets website. It references the wonderful “I am a Man” Speech.

Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me go here, so I will just throw it out there. Be sure to read it to the tune of Green Eggs and Ham … Sam I am … because PAS is the man.

“I am the MAN” By Sonya

I AM “THE MAN.”
I AM “THE MAN.”

The”MAN I AM.”

That “MAN I AM.”
That “MAN I AM.”
I do not like that “MAN I AM.”
I would not like him here or there,
I would not like him
anywhere,
I do not like “THAT MAN I AM.”

You do not like me so you say,
try me, try me,
and you may,
try me and you may, I say.

“MAN” If you will let me be,
I will try and you will see
I do not like you “I AM THE MAN.”

Say …

I like that “MAN I AM!”
I do! I like that “MAN I AM.”
And I would watch him in the rain
I would watch him on a train and in a car
and in a tree.
He’s so good, so good you see.
Say! I will watch him ANYWHERE!!

I do so like you “THE MAN I AM”
Thank you,
Thank you,
“PAS THE MAN.”

Not a Breath Stands Between Us By Jennifer Hallmark

December 5, 2016

Republisher’s Note: The Annulment Separation also brings out a lot of inspiration in fanfic writers. Another fanfic rescued from The Rustle of the Sheets.

Author’s Note: Timeline: Michelle has been in Europe for about three days, but missing Danny she has returned. She doesn’t know about the arrest, she doesn’t know anything other than that she misses him, but chicken-girl that she is, she has not truly admitted it to herself yet. They are both at Millennium, Danny is out on bail and drowning his sorrows.

Summary: Danny’s emotions overcome him when sees Michelle after her “European” vacation.

Rating: This one’s PG, folks.

Notes: This is just a short, sweet little vignette from Danny’s POV. I don’t have a sequel planned now, but hey, who knows. Enjoy!

Not a Breath Stands Between Us By Jennifer Hallmark

~ ~ ~Not a Breath Stands Between Us

I hadn’t known that she was back from Europe. Maybe she hadn’t even left yet, it had been only a couple of days. I wonder why she hasn’t contacted me about the annulment papers … and then I wonder why she has been stalling about the annulment, but it’s too much to ponder and I don’t want to think tonight.

I just want to drink. Drink dulls the pain, deadens the emotion I must insist that I don’t feel. So I just want to drink. But now that she is here, I have another activity in mind.

I just want to drink and watch her. And he’s not here, Drew mentioned that he was doing some errands. So I can gaze at my lovely wife without feeling the desire, no, the need to demolish that walking, wasted excuse for a flesh and bone that is Jesse Blue.

She crosses the crowded room and I feel my heart quicken. She affects me so easily. If she only knew how at her mercy I was. A hollow laugh escapes me, as if she would care. I shake my head, and repeat softly, “as if she would care.”

I take another sip of my scotch and continue watching her. She sits at the bar and crosses her legs. She is wearing heels, black and her legs are smooth, her black skirt is short, but not too short. She looks classy. Every inch a lady. If mother had ever given her a chance, she would have seen the perfect daughter-in-law. The perfectly respectable wife … bringing with her all of the respect that Springfield showed the Bauers. But of course she had not. Would not.

Michelle picks up a glass of something, it’s clear, no carbonation. Must be water. She brings it to her lips and they part, perfectly, beautifully. Just like everything about her. Beautiful. Perfect. A lie. It was all a lie, a picture-perfect portrait of everything I never knew I wanted and she presented it so … perfectly.

She tilts her head back and takes a long swallow of the cool water and I watch as the muscles in her throat contract and I feel a tightening in my groin and I have to laugh again. How easily she affects me. So easily. She sets the glass down and I notice the (of course) perfect imprint of her rose-colored lipstick on the clear glass and I have to shift my position as I wonder what the texture of it feels like.

She raises her hand and brushes her hair back — her beautiful, beautiful, honey-blonde, golden-fall, soft as a whispering breeze, hair. The curls are loose and soft, held back by a pearl-encrusted comb. I prefer it like that — the wildness, the unruly quality of those curls represent the untamed passions that I know, I know lie beneath the surface of that pristine Bauer perfection.

That passion that I so wanted to tap and inflame and bring out. And I could have, I know I could have, if she had given me half a chance. If. If. She cocks her head to the side and I see clearly the expression in one chocolaty-sable-shaded eye. It is sad, pensive and lost.

My God, I straighten up in realization. The look in her eye is the same look I see in mine every time I look in the mirror. The glass slips out of my hand and crashes to the floor. People look around me as I stand up, staring at her. She looks up, at the crash or the intensity of my stare, I don’t know, but she is looking at me.

Michelle. My Michelle.

Her eyes widen and her lips part and she rises from her seat. Her sweater is a pale green, and stretched taut across her form. I stand still, unaware of the whispers, the music, the moving bodies around me. My whole world is centered on my wife. My wife. My wife. My wife.

My wife is walking towards me and the loneliness is gone from her gaze. Therein lies apprehension (somewhere in my brain I note that it is apprehension and not fear) and a dazed kind of hope and passion — God help me, but that is passion in her eyes, in the flush of her cheeks, in the parting of those perfect lips.

“Danny,” she says my name and her voice is a song, the sweetest melody I’ve heard in my life. It’s been five days. Five days, fifteen hours and some odd minutes since I have heard her voice. Since I have stood this close to her. I find it difficult to breathe. The intensity of my wanting, my desire, my blessed need to touch me is so overwhelming it takes every single ounce of control I’ve ever had in my entire life to not reach out and touch her … her wild curls, her soft cheek, her lush lips, the translucent column of her throat.

“Michelle,” I manage her name and my voice sounds strained to my own ears. She sways ever so slightly closer to me and my heart is beating so loudly, so voraciously everyone in the room must hear it. I feel suffocated by her presence, her heat, her very being.

“You’re here,” I speak, anything to keep control. “I thought you were in Europe,” I move a fraction of an inch closer to her and the swirling waves of steaming hunger emanating from me seem to be burning her skin a rosy shade of red.

“I just got back today,” her voice is husky, barely a whisper and the words seem ripped out of her … it’s as if she is having the same difficulty maintaining normalcy. She steps closer and there is barely space for a breath between us. And she speaks again and her voice is low, so low that if I were not attuned to everything about her, I would have not heard her.

“I missed you.”

I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you.

Her words keep ringing in my head, in my heart and my control is gone, vanished, vanquished by this slip of a girl who has the power to turn my world, my life, my dreams upside down and inside out.

I hold her face in my hands without even realizing that I have done so. Her eyes are open and she is leaning into me, her body pressed against mine. I stare at her for the eternity of a second and give my own admission, “I missed you, too.”

And then I can speak no more. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted and I am kissing her, one arm wrapped about her waist, pulling her as close to me as I possibly can, so that not a breath stands between us. Her lips are soft, as lush, as wonderful as I remembered, but infinitely better because this is not memory, this is reality.

She moans against me and her hand clutches at the front of my shirt, the other threading through my hair and she is hungry … as hungry for me as I am for her. I am lost and in the midst of the splendor of being in her arms again, I realize that this is real between us.

There is no Jesse. There is no lie. No pain, no goodbye, just the two of us and she is kissing me, holding onto me, clinging to me with everything in her and with that knowledge I am set free.

She is mine.

This woman is mine. My wife. Of her own accord, of her own desire, of her own will.

She is mine.

I pull back and a whimper escapes from her. She is holding onto me as if I am all that supports her. Were I to let go of her, she would fall at my feet … but I will never let her go. Never again.

“Michelle,” I whisper her name and those beautiful eyes open and I can feel the tears just lingering in the corner of mine, but I don’t care. And I give her my heart — I give it to her to have, to hold, to love, to cherish, to break … forever.

“I love you.”

The End

Archived Link

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Public Relations by Alisia

November 30, 2016

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the nonmob fanfic category.

Danny in Spaulding Office

“Public Relations” – Michelle had long had a secret crush on her friend Pilar’s older brother Danny. When Pilar and Michelle pledge a sorority together, Danny is Michelle’s date during a pledge dare, but does nothing to help her. Danny knows he was a jerk then, he has a simple explanation, he WAS a jerk in college, but he’d always liked Michelle.

However, the iron had entered her soul and when they both moved back to Springfield (he to CEO SanCorp, she as VP of Public Relations at Spaulding Enterprises) she leaves no doubt that her favorite part of her new job is when Spaulding can one up SanCorp. Fortunately for the dueling pair, fate, in the form of Carmen, Phillip, and Ed, takes a hand and decides the easiest way to get the two family businesses to merge is to marry two of the executives, namely Danny and Michelle. They announce it to the press as a done deal, before they tell Manny. Will they settle for an arranged marriage or will love arise?

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/11/public-relations-part-1 (Part 1)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/13/public-relations-part-2 (Part 2)

Archived Links Version

http://stenzmania.yuku.com/reply/1599/t/Public-Relations-Wedding-challenge-fic.html http://stenzmania.yuku.com/topic/705/t/Public-Relations-Part-2.html

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Coming Home To You by Alisia

November 29, 2016

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the nonmob fanfic category.

Danny and Michelle coming out of shower soaking wet

“Coming Home to You” – Danny has been successfully heading up the Spain division of SanCorp for several years now after his father sent him there to take over the business. Pilar and his father insist on him taking 3 full weeks vacation to come home to her marriage to Tony (who is a Sandavol, not a relative in this story). One look at Pilar’s best friend Michelle who is staying with the Santos to help prepare for the wedding, and he’s lost, hook, line, and sinker. He spends the next two weeks doing everything he can think of to get her attention, but his best efforts don’t seem to make an impression, or do they? He’ll find out the night of Pilar’s rehearsal. Images and lines from the famous getting drunk and then shower scenes are reworked into a great sequence with outdoor sprinklers.😉

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/04/coming-home-to-you-chapter-1 (Chapter 1)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/05/coming-home-to-you-ch2 (Chapter 2)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/coming-home-to-you-ch3 (Chapter 3)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/coming-home-to-you-ch4 (Chapter 4)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/coming-home-to-you-ch5 (Chapter 5)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/09/coming-home-to-you-ch6 (Chapter 6)

https://glmanny.wordpress.com/2011/03/10/coming-home-to-you-ch7 (Chapter 7)

Archived Links Version

http://stenzmania.yuku.com/topic/1022/t/Alisia-Coming-Home-to-You-R.html

NOTE: The photo is from the shower after the Michelle is drunk scene, but I meant it to refer to the scene in the fanfic when they get soaked by the lawn sprinklers.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Springfield Thanksgiving 2009 by Robansuefarm Chapter 1

November 25, 2016

Author’s Note: I couldn’t believe after the way they kept referring to Thanksgiving 2009 all the time from the word came to cancellation almost to the last episode. They talked all about their goal of getting the Bizzie house done before then, who would be invited, etc., etc. and even people not on the Bizzie guest list would talk about Thanksgiving all during the summer, so you’d think, especially since they flashforwarded that they’d SHOW that Thanksgiving and that should have been the final episode. But you’d be WRONG! So since they built it up so much, here is my take on that Thanksgiving. I’m trying for a slice of life. I’m not particularly going for balance and I’m trying to fit it in between what we know happened on screen between September 2009 and the fastforward to September 2010.  I’d welcome additions, so if you want to add what was happening to someone who doesn’t show up in my story please feel free. Submit them to robansuefarm@hotmail.com

The saving a spot part of the Manny references a Manny fanfic, A Dozen Roses.

Chapter 1

Dateline Springfield Thursday, November 26, 2009 Thanksgiving Day

1 am – Bizzie Home

Bill woke up to the terrible squeal of wood against wood. Before even opening his eyes, Bill instinctively reached for Lizzie and when his hand only closed on cool sheet his eyes popped open and he jumped out of bed 100% awake with his heart pounding in his throat. Pausing only long enough to pull his boxers back on, Bill quietly and quickly picked up a baseball bat sitting in the corner of their still disordered bedroom and followed the sound as it continued in an uneven series of short bursts. He worked his way down the stairs still following the sound, checking each room as he went. He rounded the final corner and…put down the bat.

“Lizzie! What are you doing?”

Lizzie continued to wrestle with the dining room table. “Things aren’t ready yet for today. Things aren’t perfect. It needs to be perfect.”

Bill moved over and took the other end of the table. He helped Lizzie to move it until she seemed satisfied. Then, walking around the table, he took her in his arms, holding her close.

“Sweetheart, we’re going to have a really great day with our family and friends, BUT – this is SPRINGFIELD. It’s not going to be perfect. Have you ever been to a big event here where something doesn’t go wrong?”

Lizzie paused and then shook her head against his strong chest as Bill continued. “Usually SOMETHING goes horribly wrong, but we’ll get through it – TOGETHER. There was the time Jason Marler almost drowned in the hot tub at the Bauer BBQ. When you were such a pretty flower girl for Annie and Alan’s wedding, it got broken up and she got arrested. Remember Thanksgiving 1998, you and Marina went missing.”

Lizzie interrupted, “All Marina and I wanted to do was play with the make-up we didn’t mean to upset everybody and then we were afraid to come back.” Lizzie felt so safe in Bill’s arms her tension started to release.

Bill continued, “We were all going nuts trying to find you and Marina and then after Danny found you and everyone ended up having their Thanksgiving dinner together. That was certainly something going wrong, but it was a VERY good Thanksgiving, one of my favorites, and Alan gave that great toast. I’ve never forgotten it. You remember? See? We’ll get through whatever happens.”

“But I just want to show people how well we’re doing, how happy I am. I want it to be perfect for Sarah!”

“Whatever happens, it will be perfect for Sarah, a day she always remembers because it’s her first Thanksgiving with ALL her family and she’ll feel special. We will make it perfect that way. Just think about our wedding nothing could happen today that could top everything that went wrong then, we dropped the wedding cake, the flowers were bulbs, we put the wrong date on the invitations, but do you know what I remember most about it?

“No, what?”

“I remember it was perfect and with as much as Sarah’s going to feel from us, from our family and friends, no matter what goes wrong, she’ll remember it was perfect, and so will you. Your family isn’t fractured anymore. It will be a great Thanksgiving.”

“You think?”

Bill pushed her away slightly and stuck his finger under her chin and tipped it up so she’d look in his eyes. “I know it.” He paused to kiss her on the nose, both eyes, and then her lips. “Since we’re up anyway…..let’s go back to bed.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her, giggling, back to bed.

2 AM Bauer-Santos House

Michelle flipped over in bed to her side and stared out the French door into the night. Danny pulled Michelle up tight against him while he rumbled a yawn. “Having a bad night, Baby? I haven’t heard the kids, did you?”

“They’ve been quiet. No, I’m just having trouble settling down. It’s Thanksgiving today.”

Danny laughed “You make it sound so terrible (in mock horror) THANKSGIVING! – You know some people actually look forward to Thanksgiving. Ray is, he’s going to have dinner with a parishioner, but he’ll be over to watch football with us at Bill and Lizzie’s this afternoon.”

“It’s just that…..Thanksgiving….we don’t have a great track record with it… Do I have to remind you?”

Danny gave her a quick squeeze and then started to rub his hand on her stomach in a circle, soothingly.  “It hasn’t exactly been our holiday over the years, has it? That’s odd because I don’t think there is a more thankful couple in all of Springfield.” He bent down and kissed her shoulder.

“I’m worried about what’s going to happen today.”

“Baby, we didn’t have anything bad happen on Thanksgiving  the last few years, have we?”

“No, but we haven’t been in Springfield. What if something really bad happens again today, like me being arrested for a murder I didn’t commit or being told that you’re dead.” Michelle shuddered at the memories.

“It WON’T! And if something does happen, we’ll deal with it. This is our own happily ever after and we had to walk through fire to get here…We’ve been tested and proved worthy, we’ve run through all our share of bad luck and even if we do manage to find a little more, we’ll handle it.  Do you remember our first Thanksgiving together?”

“My party at Millennium.”

“I certainly wasn’t in any mood to celebrate.”

“I jumped to conclusions and accused you so unfairly that day. You saved Lizzie’s life.”

“I followed you to the beach and you were upset, but even when you had every reason to lie to me, the connection between us was still strong, you just couldn’t. The truth was starting to come out and what I told you that night was true to, even if I didn’t fully know it was the truth then. I would kill for you Michelle, I would die for you. There’s nothing that even the worst Thanksgiving can throw at us that we can’t handle.”

“But Thanksgiving seems to be bad luck for us in Springfield.”

“Not anymore, Honey, we’ve used up all our bad luck. It’s going to be good luck from here on in…..In fact…,” Danny paused to roll Michelle over on her back and then settling himself between her thighs. “In fact, I think it’s time to start a new Thanksgiving tradition. I’m thankful that God lead me to you. I can’t think of any other way we found each other except divine intervention.” Danny paused to kiss her forehead. “I’m thankful that you were able to throw off all those expectations everyone had about you and your life, including your own, and set your own course with me.” Danny kissed her left eye. “I’m thankful that Maureen stepped in when Claire let you down and helped turn you into the amazing woman you are.” Danny kissed her right eye. “I’m thankful that you’ve forgiven me my transgressions.” Danny kissed her nose and he felt Michelle begin to melt under him as the tension oozed away. “I’m thankful for that spine of steel that hides under all that fluffy pink surface and how you’re strong when I need it, but can let me be strong for you, too.” Danny’s lips hovered over her own for a long minute before he suddenly bent and kissed her chin. “I’ll save that spot for later.” Michelle gave a tiny whimper in protest and Danny chuckled.

Danny kissed his way down in the valley of her breasts. “I’m thankful for you for giving us Robbie….and Hope….and the little girl that’s with her Grandma Maureen in heaven waiting for us all to be together again.” Danny continued kissing down her stomach, “I’m grateful to Ed saving your life from Claire…and when Roger saved it…and Jesse….and Josh…and Tony… and me. You do need saving a lot.”

Michelle began to move restlessly against him. Danny groaned, “Baby, you keep doing that and we’ll never get through all the things I’m thankful for.”

“Everything Danny, I’m grateful for every hard step of the way…the whole of it….all of our lives together….the good and the bad. Please Danny, I need to feel all of it now!” Michelle pulled Danny’s face back up to her own kissing him hard and deep. And Danny complied.

 

Springfield Thanksgiving 2009 by Robansuefarm Background

November 23, 2016

If you watched Guiding Light during its final year (and you really, really should have after Philip’s return it was on a constant up tick) you knew exactly where the story was headed.

After all, they had

  • stressed again and again Thanksgiving as a holiday Philip wouldn’t live to see
  • invented an entire new Springfield tradition of having everyone come to Bizzie’s house for Thanksgiving along the lines of the Bauer BBQ
  • dwelled on how vital it was to get the Bizzie house finished before Thanksgiving
  • had characters with no connection to Bizzie refer and comment regularly on Thanksgiving.

So obviously, thematically they had to be planning to have Thanksgiving 2009 be the final episode when everyone came together and…..wait, what now? That’s not what happened at all.  I don’t know if that truly was the plan and they changed it or what, but they didn’t even say anything about the Thanksgiving 2009 they jumped from September 2009 to September 2010.

So one of my early fanfic efforts was an attempt to fill that hole. However, I only seem to remember to work on it a couple of times a year so I still haven’t finished it, but going back this year and reading the first chapter I did it was dang good so I decided to go ahead and share it.

I had some thoughts on how to do it and I think it’s probably the closest in style to the episodes during the last year . It’s going to be broken into timeblocks and skip back and forth at different locations around town, but so far I’ve just gotten two done.

I hope you enjoy it.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Consummation By J. Hallmark Epilogue

November 20, 2016

Republisher’s Note: And we bring to a close this lovely little fic about Manny’s Consummation.

Consummation By J. Hallmark Epilogue — No Annulment

Afterwards, they lay in one another’s arms. Danny felt a contentment he had never known before and Michelle, well, Michelle was just in ecstatic bliss. She stretched sensuously, pressing her body against his and leaning up, she pressed a kiss upon his mouth.

“I love you,” she murmured happily.

He smiled, “again.”

“I love you, Danny.”

He smiled and whispered softly, “I love you, too,” and then he grinned, “Again. I want to hear it again.”

She sat up slightly and leaned over him, looking down at his beloved face. Very succinctly with full disclosure in her tone she repeated, “I love you, Daniel Santos, my husband.”

He smiled again and gazed up at her beautiful face, threading his fingers through her hair. Frowning, he stopped suddenly when she grimaced after he got stuck on a tangle, “sorry,” he mumbled. Carefully he undid the snaggle, his fingers deftly working to afford her the least amount of pain. She shook her head slightly and smoothed her hair down when he’d finished and then gingerly he lay his hand upon her head and stroked the top of her hair, and then the length, finally easing his palm across her naked back. She lay back down and curled up against him.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked suddenly.

“Hmm?” he responded idly, fascinated by the falling and rising pressure of her breasts against his chest with every breath she took.

“No annulment.” She answered happily.

He paused in his careful study of her breathing and looked down at her, “You know what, you’re absolutely right.” He grinned, “Damn,” he added, but didn’t sound the least upset.

“Yeah, I guess you’re stuck with me.”

He considered this for a moment and then she breathed heavily; his gaze once more returned to his earlier observation and absent-mindedly, he replied, “I guess I am.” He laid a gentle finger against the side of her breast and stroked her flesh, “How ever will we manage to pass all of our time together?”

She moaned softly as he shifted his body, bringing her upright against him. “I don’t know,” she managed to respond, “but, I’m sure,” she paused and let out a shaky breath as his hand slid down her belly, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we can come up with something.”

He smiled and lowered his head, finding her face upturned to his, her lips waiting for his kiss. And so he kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, just a hint of passion beneath the surface, in direct contrast to the fervent fires he was stirring down below. Her eyes opened as their lips drifted apart. He was smiling at her, the softness in his gaze unmatched by the rough, husky whisper in his voice, “Yes, something.”

And he kissed her again, and this time his kiss and his touch were in perfect harmony and she closed her eyes, lost once more in the passionate intensity of her husband and his love.

The End

Consummation By J.Hallmark Chapter 7

November 18, 2016

Republisher’s Note: We finally get down to business. Sensitive eyes catch us next time for the epilogue.

Consummation By J.Hallmark ~~~Chapter Seven — No Comparison

He laid her down upon the bed, as soft and gentle as a prayer. He wanted her, oh so desperately, that was more than obvious, but more than the physical need was the desire to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss, every thing about this woman, this night.

He sat down next to her supine form and stroked tender fingers against the side of her face; she sighed softly. And then he trailed his fingers down the column of her throat and she offered a breathy moan; and then over the tops of her breasts, his index fingers circling her taut nipples and she squirmed beneath his caress. Down the slopes of her bosom, over her belly, one hand traveled along her smooth thigh, the other resting at the apex of her femininity.

“Danny,” she breathed his name as her arms came up, her hands winding their way over his chest. Sitting up, she pressed her body against his and pulled his head towards her, and it was her turn to kiss him, and all of the passion that had laid pent-up inside of her all of her life, the passion and desire that this man alone had arisen in her, came flooding through her body, unleashing a torrent of ardor directed at Danny.

He fell back under the onslaught of her emotion as she took control. Her fingers rifled through his hair, as feverishly as her tongue conducted the mating dance with his, exploring the sweet recesses of his mouth. She clung to him as he rolled her over, lying atop her writing, passion-soaked form.

Again, his mouth trailed across her body and again she moaned his name, her hands running roughshod across his back, her nails gripping into his hot flesh. Once again, his hand traveled southward and she moaned into his shoulder, her teeth nipping at the skin gathered tight there as he rose slightly above her.

He lifted his head and she pulled away, their eyes meeting and all of the love, the need, the desire, the intensity between them flared into a hot white flame and with their gazes locked, he entered into her … moving slowly at first, and then harder and faster, building up in speed and pressure as he thrust into her, the two of them at last becoming man and wife in the fullest sense of the union. And they were one, a connection born and forged between them.

It was a cliche, but he swore he heard his music and later she would tell him that there were definitely fireworks. It was like nothing either had ever experienced before. For Danny, it had always been about the physical pleasure — it had been just sex, but this was making love. For Michelle, she had only been with one other man, and it had been an emotional connection for her, but the physical intensity she felt tonight, the sheer physical joy was unlike anything she had ever known and coupled with the love she felt for her husband … she was as overwhelmed as he.

There was simply no comparison.


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