Posts Tagged ‘Manny fanfiction’

Mistaken Identity by Lisa

August 8, 2017

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 General AU fanfic category.

“Mistaken Identity” (1 of 2 by this name) – Michelle goes into the witness protection program immediately after Mick’s death. At the same time Danny finds a way to break free of the mob and ends up with a paternal uncle in the same town, Galveston, Texas. She trips at the door to a party and falls into his arms and the Manny magic takes off both electrifying and healing them both. A big part in this one for Ben Warren.;-) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15) (Chapter 16) (Chapter 17) (Chapter 18) (Chapter 19) (Chapter 20) (Chapter 21) (Chapter 22) (Chapter 23) (Chapter 24) (Chapter 25) (Chapter 26) (Chapter 27) (Chapter 28) (Chapter 29) (Chapter 30) (Chapter 31) (Chapter 32) (Chapter 33) (Chapter 34) (Chapter 35) (Chapter 36) (Chapter 37) (Chapter 38) (Chapter 39) (Chapter 40) (Chapter 41) (Chapter 42) (Chapter 43) (Chapter 44) (Chapter 45) (Chapter 46) (Chapter 47) (Chapter 48) (Chapter 49) (Chapter 50) (Chapter 51) (Chapter 52) (Chapter 53) (Chapter 54) (Chapter 55) (Chapter 56) (Chapter 57) (Chapter 58) (Chapter 59) (Chapter 60) (Chapter 61)

Chapters 61 and 62 are identical. (Chapter 63) (Chapter 64) (Chapter 65) (Chapter 66) (Chapter 67) (Chapter 68) (Chapter 69)

Archived Links Version

This version is incomplete, but with many of the chapters
The second link takes you to all the chapters. (Complete Version!)

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.

Bauer BBQ 2017 Prequel

July 4, 2017

Author’s Note: I told you I got an early start on my Bauer BBQ fanfic this year and it’s just gorgeous if I do say so myself. I started out with a prequel which I’m republishing below. This includes several bits of information that will be valuable in understanding the Bauer BBQ fanfic. Can you pick them out?

I also want to refer you to my last Bauer BBQ fanfic from back in 2014 and my updated list of children in Springfield so you can understand who some of these kids are — since we’ve all missed a shocking number of episodes this year. [Bitter, BITTER sob!]

My general rule is that I try to keep within the end game rules set up by the finale (even if Rusty-Mindy and Abby-Rick are SO much better couples) and not to counterdict anything we last heard about them. I have not included the happily alive Marony that you can find at I Believe in the Mystery, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t around. See the translation notes at the end of the story.

A Certain Night in March 2017 by Robansuefarm

Michelle Bauer Santos quietly slipped into her and Danny’s bedroom. She reached to her right and using the dimmer switch turned on the light in the walk-in closet/dressing room to her left letting a soft, low light spill out its door and into the bedroom. It was enough to easily move, but not as stark if it turned on the overhead. They had carefully designed the room lighting that way. While their schedules were more in sync than they had been when Danny was working in his clubs, there will still times when one or the other needed to be up at odd times and they didn’t want to disrupt the other’s sleep.

Moving quietly not to wake her sleeping husband, she toed off her high heels and flexed her feet and rolled her shoulders with a soft sigh. She padded over to the closet taking off her suit jacket and hanging it up.

A deep breath came from darkened bedroom as her husband woke and sat up. As he raised up the sheet fell away revealing his bare chest. He rubbed his face in his hands and drew up his legs to rest his crossed arms and chin on them.

Michelle stepped back into the bedroom. She reached down and picked up the high heels to put them away. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I was trying to be quiet….since you didn’t see the need to wait up.”

“Hey missy, a father of three has to grab sleep when he can. Besides I’d rather save my being awake for when you are home. Did you lock the garage door and the house door again as you came in? I double checked everything before I came up.”

“Of course I did. Danny, how many years have we done this?”

“Not as many as I want and keeping you and the kids safe is how I’ll get a lot more years. I always have this fear that the time I don’t ask will be the time you forget too and someone gets in.”

“I understand.”

“How did the suicide prevention board meeting go?”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “Alright I guess. If Becca would ever learn to let go of….It was the right decision to fold the hotline we had with Harley’s Angels into the main suicide hotline, but it was nice when it was just Bill and me making decisions. Board meetings can be frustrating.”

Danny grinned. “I know how hard it can be taking a position when you’re used to being in charge…harder than it looks isn’t it?”

Michelle stuck her tongue out at him before ducking back into the changing room to put the shoes away. “I miss working on the phones too. It felt like I was doing more.”

“Michelle, keeping the lights on is even more important. You know you really don’t have the time or emotion to spare right now, but I’m sure you’ll get back to it once we’re empty nesters.”

Michelle stepped back in to the bedroom unbuttoning her skirt and shimming out of it, before picking it up to hang it up too. “I suppose. I hope I’m doing enough to honor Ben.”

Danny got out of bed and clad only in his boxers moved around the bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His body protectively spooned around her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Dropping his lips to her ear. “Ben needed more help than you could have given him, Michelle. You are making sure to make time to stop other people from getting that far gone and pushing them to the help they need. I’m sure Ben is looking down at you and is just as proud of you as I am.” Danny’s hands moved up her torso to unbutton her blouse.

For a minute Michelle burrowed into his arms. “Thank you,” she said and then stepped out of the blouse letting it in his arms. She reached back in picking up the nightgown she’d put on top of the bureau inside the door and crossed the bedroom to their bathroom. “Put that in the dry cleaning bag, will you, please?”

Danny chuckled and went to stick the blouse in the bag. He moved over so he could see Michelle in the bathroom as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. He watched Michelle as she went through her nightly ritual getting ready for bed. She cleaned off her makeup, moisturized her face, brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, etc. As she worked she glanced at Danny.

“So how was your evening con sus ninos?” *

“It was great like it always is with the world’s best dad. I took them out to Little Havana.”

“You got your Arroz y Pollo?” *

“You bet. Robbie got some too. He wants to be just like his old man.”

Michelle paused in her routine to smile at her husband. “He couldn’t do any better. I worry sometimes though. He is our son and I think we were both getting into more trouble than he does at 16.”

“Robbie is more serious and stable than we were. I know we did our best to protect him, but there was a lot of both stability and instability when he was growing up before we moved to California. I think he values stability more than we did. Besides he’s got Jude for a cousin and best friend. He values stability too, they aren’t going to be knocking things over.”

“So you don’t think he’s going to show our spirit and fire?”

“Oh, I’m sure he will, just as soon as he finds the right girl.”

“You don’t think that’s Sarah or Clarissa?”

“Too soon to tell. It could be either or maybe there’s a fireball female out there just waiting to come charging into his life.” Danny grinned at his wife. “I think it’s just a matter of time.”

Michelle rolled her eyes at him. “And how was Hope?”

“She had her usual – a pressed ham sandwich, black beans, and rice.”


“The science club she started with Sarah and Emma met today. They are still working on their energy from algae project over in the Spaulding greenhouse.”

“Any positive results?”

“Not yet, but Sarah had a suggestion and Hope has sketched out a new plan to test it. She’s really excited about it.”

“I hope it works out. And what about Danielle?”

“I got a couple of bites down her of Arroz y Pollo before she absolutely refused to eat anymore and I had to break down and get her a grilled cheese sandwich…. Apparently she and Little Billy wrecked havoc on their play date. Apparently they decided to make their own tree-house and instead of getting a ladder they piled up a bunch of chairs and boxes and put an ironing board on top of that. She was halfway up it before Bill caught them.”

Michelle stopped dead. “She’s OK? Neither of them fell?”

“Nope, Bill got them down and we’ve BOTH had a word with them. We’ll help them build a tree-house clubhouse, but NO more improvised ladders.” Danny walked over and shut off the light in the dressing room and then headed back to the bed.

“I should hope not.”

Michelle emerged from the bathroom nightly regiment done wearing one of her favorite silky nightgowns. “Then you over ate on flan?”

“What else is flan for?”

“Giving you a reason to burn off calories.” Standing on tiptoe, Michelle wrapped her arms around her husband to pull him into a steamy kiss.

“Hello, my beautiful wife.”

“Hello, my perfect husband.”

They both laughed as they fell together on the bed.

*con sus ninos = with our children

*rice and chicken

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.

An Angel Amidst the Devil By J. Hallmark

May 17, 2017

From Rustle of the Sheets

Republisher’s Note: I would give a warning about the sex in this, but the Author’s Note says it all.

Author’s Note:

Summary: There is no plot. There is only sex.

Rating: So NC-17 it’s not even funny. Well, it’s not supposed to be.

Note: This is MY fantasy of Michelle and Danny meeting without the sting of Mick, the Mafia or anything but the connection (and attraction) between them. This is a short vignette, don’t expect a sequel, just take it as it is.

An Angel Amidst the Devil By J. Hallmark

Sweat lingered upon her bare arms like mercury sliding slowly through a red-hot thermometer. The fall of her honey blond curls was a shroud of heavy silk caressing the skin of her shoulders, the flesh of her back exposed above the low cut of her dress. Pulsing lights from the overhead strobe cast hues of the rainbow upon each golden curl, emeralds and violets dancing across the flushed heat whispering across her face, sunshine and sunburst kissing the ivory dress taut across her breasts, clinging to the curve of her waist, the flare of her dress, its hem twisting against her long, bare legs as she swayed slowly to the music. Her head fell back as the song hit a high note, her fingers gripping the front of the bar, her body finding the rhythm of the beat with little effort.

He took a step forward, his gaze locked upon her body, her honey curls, silently willing her to turn and look at him. She stiffened slightly, that luscious body going still before slowly, as if she swam underwater, the muscles in her back, in her neck moved beneath her creamy skin and she glanced over her shoulder.

Their eyes met. She had to look away – his were too intense, too hot, full of an unspoken need she felt an answer to growing inside of her. She had to look away from his eyes, but she could not tear her gaze from him.

His hair was thick, ebony curls looking devilishly soft to the touch. The changing colors of the overhead light caught shades and textures between the tendrils. Those same hues cast wildly upon the sheen of his leather jacket, ebony like his curls, inviting and silky soft like his eyes. One hand rested casually upon the back of a chair and his fingers were long, supple; his grip tightened, caressed, lay gentle lines upon the curving metal.

Her eyes rose to meet his again and still he was looking at her. Again, she had to look away. Heat and fire. Desire and need curled and beckoned in their smoky depths. Her lids grew heavy beneath the onslaught of his hunger, her tongue darted out, licking feverishly hot lips as her gaze fell upon his and his mouth curved into a sweet smile, a smile that transformed the dark wanting of his face. His smile created an angel amidst the devil. She looked into his eyes and found herself drawn a step closer. His lips curved even more and the sweetness lingered only in her memory – here was a smile of knowledge … he knew her, knew that she felt the same invisible pull that he did – here was a smile of sex.

Sex. Images unbidden flew through her mind of this man, his hands – those long, supple fingers – upon her body, those lips upon her flesh. A gasp escaped her at the primitive surge of heat that ran through her. She snapped her eyes close and turned away from him. The music, the people talking and laughing around her … all of it was so loud, beating into her. She felt alive; every pore of her being, every sense of herself opened to the sounds, the smells, the vibrations around her. The steps. The steps of him as he walked toward her. She could hear him. She could feel him. She could practically taste him.

Her eyes flew open, searching desperately for Jesse, for Bill, for Drew … for anyone she knew that would bring her back to herself. This wasn’t she. This wasn’t who she was. She didn’t think this way, feel this way,… want this way.

““Dance with me.”” His voice was soft and low, a husky rumble of desire caressing each syllable. She felt his breath, moist and hot upon her throat and the heat of his body burned into her as he moved closer, closer until only the whisper of space stood between them.

If her very life had depended on it, she could not have refused him.

Slowly she turned, her hips brushing against his groin and if he hadn’t already been captured and held by her eyes — liquid, dark, heaven — he would have closed his own in ecstasy at the feel of her body pressed — even for that moment — against his.

Taking a step back, he held out his hand. Slowly, her every movement a symphony of eroticism and elegance melded into perfection, she laid her hand upon his, her fingers brushing over the tips of his. The flesh of her palm was damp and he wanted to taste her as they moved as one body towards the music beckoning from the dance floor. Bringing her hand to his lips, he turned it over as he took the tip of one finger, another, and another and another softly, quickly into his mouth, gathering just a hint of her taste.

Her entire body breathed toward him as she let out an exhalation, her eyes never leaving his. His hand held her wrist firmly, his thumb caressing the fragile bone there as he bent down, his gaze still holding hers and he pressed a kiss in the center of her palm.

Languidly her arm rose, her fingers dancing upon him as her body moved towards his, molding against him. The music was slow; a soft steady driving beat inflaming the blood racing through her body. This was lust. This was passion. This was desire in its purest, most basic form.

This she had never felt before.

His hands entangled in her curls as he made love to her with his eyes. In his eyes, she could see the same images that had burned through her – the same images that swam headlong through her now. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, his sex in her, on her, devouring her.

The dress she had deemed too choir-girl for the club seemed of a different make now as he molded the soft flowing material to her waist, to her derriere, as his hands kneaded her flesh, as he pulled her closer to him. To him. She could feel the hard heat of him, pulsing, erect, pressing into the juncture of her thighs. And she wanted to feel him inside of her. Now. Now.

She closed her eyes, unable to look at him. Unable to think, to do anything but feel.

Her head fell back and the silken, creamy column of her throat lay bare to him. A sheen of sweat glistened upon her flesh and again that insatiable need to taste her swelled within him. His head bent, his tongue finding the hollow at the base of her throat, caressing the delicate bone there before sliding upward along the soft, so soft, skin offered to him. A breathy sigh escaped her and he curved his hand around her neck, bringing her face to face with him. Her eyes opened slowly as if in a dream and her lips were parted, moist, waiting for the kiss that she knew was coming.

He lowered his head and his mouth captured the soft pillow of her upper lip, sucking gently and then his tongue slid in between her mouth, sliding along her bottom lip, tasting her. He withdrew for a moment and her lids slowly opened as her tongue came out, gently licking her lips in a daze. His mouth descended upon hers once more, raining whisper-soft kisses upon her, his tongue flicking out, dancing with hers. Her lips were so soft, so full, so lush, so perfect. He devoured her, hunger and need filling him as his kiss deepened and her soft, her heat, everything about her flooded through his body.

Blood was rushing through her, she heard thunder in her ears as her heart began contracting and she could feel the blood pumping in and out as the taste of him filled her. She felt dizzy, light-headed. She was whimpering, soft sounds emanating from in between their kisses. This went beyond desire. This went beyond anything she had ever known. She wanted him. She needed him. Her breath came fast and heavy as she pulled away, her gaze meeting his and seeing the mirrored need revealed there. “I want you.” That smile curved his lips again, a cross between an angel and a devil and she found her own mouth flashing a smile that must have matched. “Now.”

They wove through the dancing throng, intent upon escape. His hand was firm, his grip solid as he easily maneuvered through the Friday night rush. She kept her head down, no longer wanting to see a soul who would recognize her … know her. As if anyone would know who she was right now. She didn’’t know who she was. She knew only this hunger, this driving need for this man. Her gaze rose and traveled over his form, clad in black jeans, the leather jacket and those curls – those glorious, gorgeous curls. She wanted to run her fingers through them; she wanted to feel their silky softness against her naked flesh.

The cool air was a shock to her body as they stepped outside. Reason and clarity returned in that moment as the cold drove her into reality. The hard wall was suddenly at her back, one hand around her neck, the other on her bare leg as he pushed her dress up. She met his gaze, intending to speak, to tell him that she had changed her mind, but she met his gaze. She looked into his eyes. His body pressed into her and now his breath was warm upon her earlobe as his tongue wet her flesh. She lost reason, reality disappeared into a fog that knew only hunger and need. And want.

Want and desire. She pressed herself against him, desperate, desperate to have him inside of her, loving her, one with her. “”Who are you?”” he whispered into her ear, his voice a honey-dripping, sun-drenched erection of feeling. Pulling away slightly, he gazed down at her, his question reflected in his eyes … his question a need.

““Michelle,”” she whispered between thick lips, full and pouty and begging for his touch. He smiled – that sweet, sweet smile — and offered his own name.

““Danny.”” It was music to her ears. She found herself smiling in response as she savored the syllables of his name on her tongue. Feeling the same need, he repeated “Michelle,” softly just as his lips once more found hers, ravishing her mouth, his tongue colliding, clashing, sucking, dancing, clinging to hers. Driving her hard against the wall, he dropped his hand and felt the cold-warm flesh of her thighs. Cold from November’’s bite, warm from the heat of his hands.

Grasping her underwear, he pulled the silky material down as she clung to him, her hands beneath his jacket, her nails clawing into his back through the material of his shirt. He slipped a finger inside of her and she was wet and tight and perfect. Heaven. Michelle.

One in the same.

She reached in between them, her fingers pulling at the snap, grabbing at his zipper. Now, now, she thought, an urgency filling her unlike any she’d ever known. She needed him inside of her now. All thought fled as his fingers feathered at the core of her, touching, tightening, pulling and her body screamed out as she felt a rippling sensation flood through her. Her hand encircled the hard heat of him, tightening around him, “”now, now, now, now”” she whispered, her breathing ragged.

His touch was gone to be replaced – God, the wall was hard but she could barely feel it as he plunged into her. The air was cold and biting upon her skin, but she felt as if her entire body were aflame as he thrust inside of her, filling ever pore of her. She gripped his arms, his shoulders, his head, afraid that if she let go she would fall into oblivion.

Heaven. She felt so right, so perfect. He was all sensation, all feeling as he pulled her up, her legs winding about him. With every thrust every silken tug from her called to him, answered him, completed him all at once. His lips fell upon her throat, savoring the taste of her flesh. He captured her mouth, thrilling to the desperate pants and cries, moans and frantic whimpers she uttered in between each brush of his lips, every touch of his tongue. He felt alive, on fire, unlike anything ever before.

This was too much. She was too much. But not enough, never enough. He never wanted to let her go; never wanted this sensation to end … never wanted this to end. He was close, so close, his eyes closed and everything went black around him, then white, then a rainbow of colors exploded inside his head as she let out a sudden shout, his name buried in the cry.

There was silence, marred only by the heavy sound of their breathing. Her head lay in the crook of his neck, her legs still wrapped about him, he still inside of her. Slowly she looked up, her eyes wide and searching. Wild and vivid and alive, so alive.

She felt so alive, more than ever before in her life. In his eyes, she looked into his eyes; she saw satisfaction, need fulfilled and joy. In his eyes, she saw joy. Her breathing was still ragged as she wondered at the warmth flooding through her. Even as she unwound her legs, even as he slipped from her, she felt this blooming inside of her. Something had changed.

Everything had changed.

Their eyes met and there was joy.

The End

Just Another Day by Carrie

April 26, 2017

“Just Another Day” – “Just Another Day” – Manny are happily married with two kids and enjoying all the problems of everyday life (an overflowing washer beats a bullet any day).

Danny, Michelle, Robbie, 2009

Republisher’s Note: I’m not sure what fanfic she’s talking about. If anyone knows or can figure it out, please let me. No. This is one of the fanfics which names a daughter Danielle. I SO love that. This is another song fic, this one’s song is “Just Another Day” by Phil Vassar.

Author’s Note: Hi all, Below is my songless challenge. It’s based on a song, clearly, so neither the concept, nor many of the lines (I borrowed grossly from the ‘dialogue’ of the song) belong to me. Rather, they belong to Phil Vassar and his team.

When I went to write this, back in July, I took a song that Mere had suggested, that had always reminded me of an ‘ideal’ Manny future, and wrote it. If anyone knows (I know at least a few people do) where I was heading with SBF, they’ll recognize the characters’ names. And if not, it should still be readablebut I wrote it essentially as an extension of that fic.

And please, please forgive typos or bad grammar I SO didn’t have anyone beta this, heck I barely proofed it, due to a time crunch problem (I was up against a deadline at the original writing.) It’s far from my greatest writing ever, but eh, it’ll do.

Just Another Day by Carrie

“Daddeee!” Danielle ran and wrapped herself around her father’s legs, nearly knocking him to the floor.

“Gee, you’d think she hadn’t seen me for a week,” he quipped, reaching down and scooping up his daughter. “You’re getting too big for this, you know.”

“I know, Daddy,” she said with a pout. Then she brightened as she held out her left hand, all fingers extended, and her right thumb. “I’m almost six!”

“I know, and I can’t believe it. Seems like just yesterday your Momma and I were getting the nursery ready for you.”

“And now it’s Laurel’s nursery,” Michelle piped up. “They grow up so fast.” She sighed.

Just then, the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” she said, reaching out for the cordless that was setting on the counter. But before she could get out so much as a ‘Hello,’ her intentions were interrupted by the doorbell and Noel’s subsequent barking.

“I’ll take care of the door. Dani, get the dog, would you?”

Danielle’s brown curls bobbed as she nodded. “Yes, Daddy. C’mere, Noel! No-no, c’mere. No-no, no-no! Listen mom, I made a joke, get it?” Danielle dissolved into a fit of giggles at her own joke, while Noel still barked away.

Michelle rolled her eyes as she again attempted to answer the phone. “I’m sorry, it’s chaos here. Hello? Yes, Annie’s still more than welcome to come stay with us today. Ok, I’ll see you in a bit then. ‘Bye!” She hung up and walked over to her still-giggling daughter. “You are so silly, missy, do you know that?” Danielle nodded as Michelle began to tickle her, sending her into giggles once again.

“Just the mailman,” Danny said as he walked back into the kitchen, shuffling through the mail. “Bills, bills, and more bills.” He plopped them down on the table and then walked over to his wife. “There’s something that I’ve forgotten to do in all of this chaos.” He kissed her, then continued, “Good morning, baby, how are you?”

“I’m great, sweetie, thanks! But you’re gonna be late if you don’t pop into the shower, you only have a half-hour.”

“Wanna join me?”

“A quick shower, sweetie, a quick shower.” She smiled and shook her head as Danny headed upstairs.

Five minutes later, he bounded back down the stairs with Nicholas in his arms. “Mommy, look who I found wandering around upstairs!”

Michelle smiled and held her arms out to Nicholas. “C’mere, mussy hair, Mommy needs a morning hug.” She turned her attention to Danny. “Breakfast, chop chop!”

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted as he opened the fridge to grab out an almost-empty gallon of milk.

“Don’t even think about” she began, as he raised the carton to his lips and began to drink. Immediately his expression soured; he brought the carton down, capped it, and stuck it back into the fridge.

“It’s sour!”

Michelle burst out laughing. “I told you not to drink from the carton! You probably would’ve noticed when you put it in a glass, don’t you think?”

“You did not!”

“Well, I started to, you were too fast for me.” She started laughing again, then continued, “The look on your face though, when you drank that, was just too funny.”

“Ha, ha, glad you found me so funny.”

“Always, dear,” she said with a smile. “There’s a fresh gallon in the back.”

He pulled the jug out and set it on the counter just in time to hear the washing machine buzzer go off. “Here, go see Daddy,” Michelle said, as she passed Nicky over to Danny and walked into the laundry room.

“Argh!” she shouted, causing Danny to follow her into the room. “Again?” he said, surveying the waterlogged room.

“Yes, it seems like every third load I do, it overflows,” she sighed, kicking the machine in frustration.

“Mommy, don kickit,” Nicky piped up. “Daddy fix it? Daddy fix it?”

“Sure sport,” Danny replied, looking at his son, “I’ll fix that and the other million things I’ve promised your mother.” With one last glance around the room, he exited, telling Nicholas that it was time to clean up the disaster of a room.

As the guys finished cleaning the soggy mess, Michelle took Danielle upstairs to wake the still-sleeping Laurel. They came back down to the sight of Nicholas in his booster seat, banging on the kitchen table and screaming, “I wanna eat, Daddy, I wanna eat! Eat, eat!”

“Sweetie, would you mind?” Danny pleaded, briefcase in hand.

“Yeah, sure, make him scream and foist him off on me,” she replied with a smile. “Hold on a second,” she told Nicholas, in response to another round of screaming.

“Oh, are you still sure we made the right choice, going the domestic route, with a passel of kids, instead of living it up like the hot young couple we used to be?” he asked her with a smile.

“Absolutely, this is our dream and we’re so lucky to be living it,” she replied, following him to the door and giving him a brief kiss goodbye before he stepped out. “And don’t forget, I have that meeting tonight, so there’ll be a sitter here when you come home. And then she’s going to stay so that we can go out. I love you!” she shouted, and waved after him as he backed down the driveway. He blew her a kiss, and then backed into the street and drove away.


“OK Erica, thanks for letting me know you got home safely. Sorry again for the change of plans. Uh-huh, bye!” Danny said as he hung up the phone. He turned to Laurel, who was lounging in her bouncer on the kitchen table. “Well kid, it’s just you and me, huh? Your mom’s running late, Danielle and Nicholas are in bed, so we’re good for a bit, huh?” He laughed at her coos, and she rewarded him with a smile.

As he undid the bouncer buckles and lifted her into his arms, he heard the garage door begin to rise and walked her to the back door. “Look, sweetie, Mommy’s home!” He held Laurel in his left arm, and opened the door for Michelle with his right, giving her a peck on the forehead as she went by. “How was the meeting?”

“Fine, but obviously longer than expected. So much for that dinner date, huh?”

He started to shrug it off, then noticed that she was near tears. “Oh, sweetie, don’t cry! There’s always Plan B!”

She brightened slightly. “Plan B?”

“Yeah, Plan B. I go make a phone call, we put our baby girl down, and we have Domino’s Pizza in the candlelight. OK?”

“OK,” she replied, making that pouty face he knew so well. “C’mere, baby girl,” she continued, reaching her arms out for her daughter, “Momma missed you!” She addressed Danny then, “Does she need a bath?”

“No, he replied, she got hers right after the big kids did.”

“Oh, I see, you were SuperDad tonight.”

“Pretty much!” he exclaimed with a smile. “All right, you go rock our sweet baby to sleep and I’ll phone in the order.”


“So anyways, Danielle wants to take ballet in the fall. I told her we’d talk about it and let her know.”

Danny grunted in response, and their conversation hit a lull.

“Here, have a piece of sausage,” Michelle offered, as she leaned back into Danny from her position between his legs on the couch to stick the chunk into his mouth.

“Mmm, thank you,” he said after he swallowed. “This is nice, we haven’t done this in a long time.”

“No, we haven’t you know what else we haven’t done in a while?” she said, turning at her waist to face him. She leaned in and kissed him then, deep and hard, until they both had to come up for air.

“That,” he replied.

“Mm-hm,” she said, standing and taking his hand. “Come on, we can clean up the pizza box in the morning.”

They tiptoed down the hall together, suppressing giggles and feeling like children trying to hide from their parents instead of the other way around. They made it to the door of their bedroom before a small voice called out, “Mommy? Daddeee???”

“Nicky,” Danny sighed. “I’ll see what he needs, and meet you in our room in five?” Michelle nodded in response.

True to his word, Danny walked into the bedroom five minutes later with Nicholas in his arms. “Mommy, Nicky had a very bad dream, and the monsters were trying to eat him, and he and teddy need to sleep with us tonight.”

Michelle, seated on the bed, opened her arms for Nicky to crawl in. “C’mere, baby. A monster, huh?” She looked up at Danny, who mouthed, “I’m sorry,” before turning out the lights and crawling into bed with his wife and son.

“It’s OK,” she replied, “I wouldn’t trade this for the world.” They shared a small kiss over Nicholas’ head, and then all drifted off to sleep.


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Mob’s Cardinal by Phyllis

April 21, 2017

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 General A.U. fanfic category.

“Mob’s Cardinal”– Third time’s the charm! I just got sent another website and now this is almost the entire story. Thanks for the help! One night Michelle is supposed to meet some friends at Y2K. Her friends never show and once Danny sees her in the parking lot he is well and truly smitten. They dance and the connection is undeniable to both of them. Danny breaks one of his “rules” and brings Michelle back to his own house and takes her virginity and continues to make love to her all night. Michelle doesn’t realize that SanCorp isn’t the only side to the « Family business ». Michelle gets pregnant from this first time and now she is unsure what to do. Danny has no such problem. Although this version of Danny really loves Michelle, he never fully gets out of the business and never gets over his over possessiveness. He’s going to control things so Michelle and he have the life he wants. Eventually Michelle softens him somewhat, but he’s always controlling. He’s willing to move mountains and manipulate anyone behind the scenes to achieve his ends. He’s planning a wedding in Puerto Rico, but he hasn’t told Michelle about it yet. He fully intends to woo her, but now there is a baby involved he intends to have her safely married first. There will be time to tell her what she’s really getting into after she’s fully committed.  Danny is close (too close) to Carmen, but for some reason calls her Carmen and not Mama. They eventually have 5 children and are together 50 years and the day Danny met Michelle was the day light came to the Santos family according to then Cardinal Ray. There is a ton of fun filled travel adventures and background in Puerto Rico during their early married life (which was used as the stand in for San Cristobel when it really looked like an island on the show, including their amazing house and pool, so is close to Mannyacs’s hearts). In an interesting tip of the hat, a supporting character is Paul Stewart, whose life closely mirrors PAS’s real life, except he meets Manny’s oldest daughter who had an equal age different between Paul and Joie and looks exactly like Michelle. They run off and get married. There is some religion, but less than I thought there would be based on the title. I should also warn you that for some reason “won’t” appears as “want” instead in all versions of the story as originally published. In the chapters I republished on my blog I’ve corrected that error. Followed by the sequel “Fair Winds and Following Seas.” (Note) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15) (Chapter 16) (Chapter 17) (Chapter 18) (Chapter 19) (Chapter 20) (Chapter 21A) (Chapter 21B) (Chapter 22) (Chapter 23) (Chapter 24) (Chapter 25) (Chapter 26) (Chapter 27) (Chapter 28) (Chapter 29) (Chapter 30) (Chapter 31) (Chapter 32) (Chapter 33) (Chapter 34) (Chapter 35) (Chapter 36) (Chapter 37)

Archived Links Version (Overall Page – Most of the chapters are here, I’m only going to fill in the chapters I didn’t have before in the list, but you may want to just go through this page for most of the chapters. If it seems to take a long time to load a page, go to the next chapter, wait for it to load, then back to the main page, and try the chapter you originally wanted, it sped it up for me.) (Prologue) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8 – Scroll down past a large blank area at the top of the page) (Chapter 9) (Ch 9, 25-29)
(Chapter 10 – Scroll down past a large blank area at the top of the page)
(Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15) (Chapter 16) (Chapter 17) (Chapter 18) (Chapter 19) (Chapter 20) (Chapter 21A) (Chapter 21B) (Chapter 22) (Chapter 23A) (Chapter 23B) (Chapter 24) (Chapter 25) (Chapter 26) (Chapter 26) (Chapter 27) (Chapter 27) (Chapter 28) (Chapter 28) (Chapter 29) (Chapter 29) (Chapter 30) (Chapter 31) (Chapter 32) (Chapter 33) (Chapter 34 –  Scroll down past a large blank area at the top of the page) (Chapter 35) (Chapter 36 –  Scroll down past a large blank area at the top of the page)
(Chapter 37 –  Scroll down past a large blank area at the top of the page)

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Love Led Us Here by JenJ

April 18, 2017

“Love Led Us Here” – Instead of Tony pretending to be Danny, Danny leaves with Rick and he dies while Rick tries to save his life at the lighthouse. Michelle blames (and rightfully so) Tony, Ray, and Rick.

All I have for this one is these three chapters. It’s an unfinished fanfic. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)

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Love Led Us Here Part 3 by JenJ

April 17, 2017

Republisher’s Note: This is a retelling where Danny went with Rick and Tony the night of the attack on the Bauer House and was killed.

Love Led Us Here Part 3 by JenJ

Michelle walked into the kitchen. She was exhausted. Robbie had sensed how upset she was and had kept her awake all night, although she couldn’t have slept even if she had wanted to. He’d finally fallen asleep so she’d taken advantage of that to go downstairs and see what was going on.

Rick, Tony and Ray were all sitting around the table talking quietly. Meta was fixing breakfast. They stopped talking when they saw Michelle walk in. They just sat awkwardly, not quite sure of what to say. Each of them felt responsible for what had happened and they knew that Michelle blamed them too.

“Honey, can I get you some breakfast?” Meta asked. Michelle shook her head. She wasn’t hungry, she wasn’t feeling anything except total numbness. “Are you sure? You should eat something.”

Michelle still didn’t say anything. She just sat down. The three men exchanged glances, each wanting the other to be the first to say something. Meta set plate in front of her but Michelle just pushed it away, “Michelle, you need to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” Michelle said dully.

“Well you’re going to eat this anyway,” Meta said firmly, “You’re not going to be any use to your son if you get sick. He needs you.”

Michelle shook her head, “He needs his father, we both do.”

“Michelle, you have to take care of yourself,” Rick said. “Danny would want that.”

“No, Danny wanted to get out of his family. He wanted a life with me and Robbie,” Michelle said, looking accusingly at Tony.

“Michelle, please I tried to warn you. I did,” Tony said.

“Well maybe if you had warned us sooner than he would have had a chance,” Michelle said.

“I never wanted this to happen,” Tony said. “You have to believe me. Danny was hard on me when I first came to town, but I never wanted him dead.”

“Then why did you leave him there to die?” She accused, looking at both Rick and Tony. “Why did you leave him there?”

“Honey, we tried to get to him but we couldn’t. We told you that last night,” Rick tried to explain.

“How hard did you try?” Michelle asked. “How hard did you try to bring him back?”

“Michelle, I swear that we tried…” Rick said.

“They did try, Michelle,” Ray broke in.

“How do you know?” She said turning on him. “You weren’t there. Besides you’re just as responsible as they are. You knew about this, but you didn’t warn Danny either.”

“Tony told me in confession. I had no choice,” Ray said.

“That’s always your excuse,” Michelle said. She stood up and said, “I’m going to check on Robbie.” Then she turned and walked out of the room.

Rick shut his eyes, “That went well.”

Ray sighed, “She’s taking this very hard.”

“What do you expect?” Meta asked, joining them at the table. “Her husband was just killed.”

“And it’s our fault,” Tony said. “I swear I thought that he was right behind me. He was my cousin, I didn’t want him to die, especially like that.”

“No one’s blaming you,” Ray said.

“Except Michelle,” Tony said, “But I think she’s blaming all of us.”

“She’s grieving for her husband,” Meta pointed out. “She needs to blame someone. All we can do right now is be there for her whether she wants us or not.”

“I’ll do anything,” Tony said. “I feel responsible enough about this as it is.”

“You’re going to have to help Michelle take care of Robbie,” Ray said. “You’re his godfather. Now that Danny’s gone you have to take care of his son.”

Tony nodded and they heard a knock at the door. Meta got up to answer it. It was Marah and Catalina.

“We heard about Danny on the news,” Catalina said. “We came to see if there was anything we could do.”

“Are you okay?” Marah asked, throwing herself into Tony’s arms.

“I’m fine,” He said, pulling away from her. “I wasn’t even hit.”

“I was so scared that you had been shot. I couldn’t bear it if anything had happened to you.’

“Well you see I’m fine,” Tony said. “What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from me.”

Marah started to protest but Catalina stopped her, “How’s Michelle?”

Rick shook his head, “She’s still in shock.”

“Can we see her?”

“Sure,” Rick nodded. “Maybe you can help her. We haven’t been able to.” Marah and Catalina went upstairs with Marah looking back at Tony, hoping that he would give her some kind of sign.

“They might be able to help her. At least she doesn’t blame them for what happened to Danny,” Tony said. “Why shouldn’t she blame us? What happened was our fault.”

“You remind me of Danny,” Ray said. “Remember last fall how depressed he got. He blamed himself for something and look what happened to him. He spent months wallowing in guilt. Don’t do the same thing. It doesn’t change what happened and it’s not going to bring Danny back.”

Tony looked at Ray and said, “You’re right about one thing. Danny’s not coming back. Nothing I do is going to change what happened last night.”

Once In A Lifetime by France

April 16, 2017

This photo is of Rebecca Budig at the time she won the only season of Skating With the Stars. Budig had been the Michelle before Joie Lenz and even though she’s much older than 13 in this photo, it’s a Michelle with ice skates, winning an ice skating award it was as close as I could get.

“Once in a Lifetime” (1 of 2 with this name) – Michelle Bauer is a national champion skater who at 13 is finding her way to her first boyfriend, her friend Pilar’s older brother, Danny. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)

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Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 9

April 15, 2017

Republisher’s Note: And this is the end of what I have for Once in a Lifetime. I hope you took the author’s advice and enjoyed it. 🙂

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks for the wonderful and much appreciated feedback. Enjoy!

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 9

“Bend your knees to get some more height.” Michelle was trying hard to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing and follow her coach’s advice but her concentration was not there and she found herself slipping on the cold hard ice instead of landing gracefully on one foot. Gathering herself she cast a quick glance at the coach and prepared to finish the run-through of her program like she always did in practice.

“Get off the ice!” the coach called a mixture of worry and impatience in his tone.

Giving him a confused look she does what he says and skates to the boards.

“You are here, but your mind isn’t and until I have your full attention, I don’t want you back on this ice, the last thing we need is an injury,” he lectured. “I’m not sure what is going on with you Michelle but your qualifying round is tomorrow and you have yet to put together one complete program since we got here. We have an hour of ice time left for this session, you can use that to deal with whatever is on your mind and use the evening session to practice or you can use half this session to skate, it’s up to you but I want 100% concentration when you step back on this ice, clear?”

Nodding Michelle made her way up to the bleachers and into her mother’s waiting arms.

“What’s the matter sweetie? What or should I ask who is on your mind?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing, huh? Does nothing wear a leather jacket and answers to the name Danny Santos?” she inquired gently.

Momentarily stunned her mother knew what was on her mind she nods.

“How did you know?” she asked quietly

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Michelle shrugged, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Looking at her daughter gaze absently at the ice Maureen knew nothing really meant a lot. Looking at her daughter with concern she put a comforting hand on thin shoulder, “So let’s talk about nothing.”

After a long silence Michelle looked up at her mother her voice so low her mother almost didn’t hear, “I like him, Mom—a lot.”

“I know you do sweetie, but I also know that’s not the reason you are so sad.”

“I told him I didn’t want our relationship to change although later I told him I wanted it to, he probably just thinks I’m some little kid who can’t make up her mind.”

“Why do you think he thinks that?” Maureen asked gently.

“Because since Pilar’s party he has pretty much ignored me.”

Maureen wrapped an arm around her daughter and pulled her close. “Come here baby.”

“Mom, I’m not a baby.”

Smiling she hugged her little girl. “You will always be my baby. You know, not too long ago you and Danny were fighting over toys and now you two are trying to figure out relationships. Michelle, I’m not thrilled at the thought of my 13 year old getting into a relationship, but I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t see this coming with you two, but Michelle…”

“Mom, Danny and I are not going to run off to Vegas and get married or anything. A relationship to me, is talking to Danny, walking to school with him, holding hands, going to the movies, hanging out with friends and maybe an occasional kiss—or not,” she quickly added laughing.

Maureen looked at her daughter with a mixture of pride and amusement in her eyes. “You better be kidding. I don’t think your dad is ready for you to grow up just yet.”

“The truth is, we just want to spend time together that’s all.”

“I’m so proud of you, do you know that?” Maureen asked seriously.

“I know.”

“You and Danny are going to be okay, he is probably just a bit confused, like you are.”

Michelle crossed her arms stubbornly a small smile on her face she playfully whined, “Yeah, but does he have to ignore me.”

Maureen laughed, giving her daughter a quick hug “You better hurry, you still have 30 minutes of practice left.”
Michelle could hear the loud cheers from the crowd as she went through her program mentally backstage. She was lucky enough to draw the last position in two consecutive big competitions. Most skaters loved skating last because the judges tend not to save scores.

“One more skater and then you are on,” her coach reminded unnecessarily. Since having that talk with her mother, her practices had improved and she was able to concentrate on her jumps. With all the reporters, and video cameras constantly in her face she had very little time to think of anything but skating. Going into the World Championships as the youngest national champion ever, Michelle knew the media would be focused on her, but she didn’t know how intense that focus would be, everything she did found its way in the newspaper. It was hard to forget all the expectations heaped on her shoulders and she was more than a bit nervous about her upcoming free skate. The cell phone in her gym bag her parents had gotten her in case of an emergency rang and she reached for it, knowing exactly who it was on the other end.

“Hey, Danny.”

“Don’t tell me you are psychic on top of everything else,” Danny teased.

Michelle laughed, “Let’s just say, I know you very well.”

“I just saw you on television and you looked a bit nervous.”

“You’re watching?”

“Of course I’m watching, what else would I be doing? They aired a clip of you walking into the arena.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m sure people were just dying to see me walk into an arena.”

“Aww you don’t like being a celebrity?” she could hear the laughter in his voice and couldn’t help but smile despite her nerves.

“Have a camera follow you around all day and see how you like it.”



“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“Hey, you have nothing to be nervous about that girl is missing every jump.”

She smiled at his effort to calm her,” Sure Danny, that’s why the crowds cheering so loudly.”

“They are Figure Skating fans they have that polite reputation to maintain.”

“Thanks Danny.”

“For what?”

“For knowing I was a bit nervous, for being there. For being you.”

“Just go out there and show them how a real champ skates.”
Exhausted Michelle threw her bags on the floor and flopped down on the sofa in the spacious living room.

“I’m going to do nothing but sleep for the next two weeks,” she vowed.

Maureen laughed, “Just a little glad to be home I see.”

“Are you kidding me, if I never see another hotel room it will be too soon.”

The past two weeks seemed like a blur of activities to Michelle. Her nervousness faded as soon as she stepped on the ice and much sooner than she wanted it to, the free skate of her life ended. After the medal ceremony, she politely spoke to one reporter after another, skated in an exhibition the following day, and got on an airplane headed for New York that afternoon. New York was a lot of fun even the interviews were fun. Los Angeles was next up, so were more interviews, photo shoots and even a few commercials and finally it was home to Springfield, school, friends and Danny, but not before a parade in her honor.

“So, pretty heady stuff for a teenager huh?” Ed asked

“Hmm?” Michelle asked tiredly.

“Parades, photo shoots, commercials…”

“Dad, are you worried this will all go to my head?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Don’t, I know that there is probably another little girl training everyday in a cold ice rink somewhere and next year she will probably jump a little higher, skate a little faster, have better spirals, better footwork and better spins than I do and she will get the medals and the interviews and parades. I know this won’t last forever and I don’t want it too. I’ll be fine when it ends. If I didn’t win the gold medal two weeks ago, I’d be okay, because I’d still have my family and my friends. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like some of the perks, like not waiting in line to get on rides at Disney World and free tickets to the Oscars,” she giggled. “I can go, can’t I Dad?”

“Not if it’s a school night.”


“I’m kidding kiddo, of course you can.”
With Worlds being the last big competition of the season Michelle had a lot of time to do the things she liked doing, pool parties, sleepovers, even homework. Her skating schedule had diminished a great deal and she was able to spend the extra time with Danny.

“Hey, ready to go?” Danny asked.

Breaking away from the group of friends standing in the entrance to the mall Pilar listened in on their conversation,

“Where are you two going?”

“To catch a movie,” Michelle said a bit guiltily, throwing her friend a pleading look.

“Do I have to remind you that you told your parents you were going to the mall with Niki and me?”

“I know I did and I was, but I thought Danny was going fishing with your dad and Mick, but they cancelled at the last minute. Pilar, I haven’t spend any time with him since….”

“…..yesterday when you ditched us to go to the basketball game—- with him.”

“Look Pilar, the movie is only an hour and fifteen minutes long I promise I will help Michelle track you guys down after it’s over and you can do all the shopping and makeovers you want,” Danny said trying to convince his little sister.

“You really want to go to some stuffy Movie theater, don’t you? Here’s the deal hand over a $20 and you two can go to lunch after your movie.” She kidded.

“Hmmm Michelle if your dating Danny is this profiting to me, I will be able to afford that computer game Mama won’t buy me in two weeks,” Pilar joked, surprised that her brother was willing to pay her off. “Seriously, have fun you guys, and Danny,” she said before walking away “…I would really like to have my friend back once in a while.”

“I’m really sorry, Pilar.” Michelle apologized for the fifth time. “Sleepover next week just us girls?”

Laughing Pilar grabbed Niki’s hand and walked in the opposite direction, “You’re on. Come on Nik, help me look for a ‘No Dannys Allowed’ sign for my door next week.”

“I really hated doing that to them,” Michelle said as they found their seats in the dark theater.

“Doing what?”

“Ditching them.”

“You didn’t ditch them, you are still going shopping with them after the movie.”

“Yeah, but we were suppose to spend the whole day shopping and Pilar is right this isn’t the first time I have left them hanging to go and do something with you.”

“You really feel guilty don’t you?”

“Just a little.”

“If we hurry we can probably catch them before they begin shopping,” he offered.

Michelle pouted, “But I wanna stay here with you.”

“I thought you wanted to go with them,” Danny laughed.

“I do, but I also want to be here. Why does it always have to be one thing or another?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for instance if I want to win the Olympics I have to devote 99% of my time to skating, I can’t do both school and skating full time although I would love to do both. I hate being tutored. I barely even know my classmates because I go to school for two hours a day for two weeks every other month. But I can’t imagine giving up skating to go to school full time. I love skating too much to do that. I can’t be here with you and there with Pilar and Niki, although I enjoy spending time with you and spending time with them.”

“In other words why can’t you be superwoman?” he smiled.

“Yeah, why?”

“For what it’s worth I like Michelle Bauer a whole lot better than superwoman. Seriously though, Michelle, you don’t have to be everything to everyone. I love spending time with you, but I don’t want to monopolize all your time, so if you ever feel like I’m suffocating you tell me.”

Taking his hands in hers she forced him to look at her, “If I had 24 hours to do what ever I wanted with, I’d spend 23 of them with you. Danny, you are not monopolizing my time or suffocating me. Every minute I spend with you seems like one minute to little.”

“What would you do with that 1 hour?”


“You said you’d spend 23 hours with me if you had 24 hours to do whatever you liked.”

“Hmm, probably think about you.”

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 8

April 14, 2017

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey guys–I know some of this may be a bit much for Manny at this age, but I am reluctant to SORAS them too quickly and this is a conversation I felt they needed to have at this point. So Please bare with me.

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 8

Standing in the shadows hidden from the view of the party goers, Danny watches as Lucky and Michelle dance to some corny pop song by one of those boy bands Michelle and Pilar liked to listen to. The unmistakable sound of Michelle’s infectious laughter floats through the air and a wave of jealousy comes over Danny. As the song ends, he thinks he sees her eyes look to the door, was she looking for him? He quickly dismisses the thought, ever since the kiss in Pilar’s room she acted like it never happened, but did she really? She was a lot shyer around him, that’s for sure, but maybe, like him she wasn’t sure what the next step is supposed to be. She knew he liked her a lot, but did she know his feelings were much deeper than that? Did she feel the same way? The sound of giggling interrupts his thoughts, he looks up to see Lucky and Michelle walking towards a table with snacks on it, now or never he thinks as he walks towards them.

Her eyes positively light up when she sees him, making it hard for him to hide the goofy grin that came over his face whenever he was around her.

“Hey, when did you get here?” she asks smiling at him.

“A little while ago, hope you saved a dance for me,” he half jokes, his eyes boring holes into the lanky ninth grader standing next to his Michelle.

Understanding dawns on her and suddenly she seems uneasy standing there between two guys who are shooting daggers at each other.

“Um, Lucky I think, I’ll skip that snack,” she says politely.

The teenager nods. “You still owe me a dance, you promised,” he reminded as he walked away, the words were aimed at her but it was Danny he was looking at when he said them.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Danny mutters under his breath.

The volume of the music made it hard to have a conversation without shouting. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” she asks.

“Follow me.”

She follows him down a brightly lit rocky path not to far away from the party the sound of water catches her attention causing her to give him a curious look.

“It’s a stream,” he replies to her unasked question. “I come here a lot when I need to think,” he adds.

Making his way closer to the stream with her following closely behind he finally settles on a huge rock, making room for her to sit next to him.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighs, taking in the scenery around her and quiet.

They both sit in comfortable silence, Danny aimlessly throwing pebbles into the stream.

“It was no big deal you know,” she says breaking the silence

“What wasn’t? Our kiss or you dancing with him and enjoying it?”

The first part of the question catches her off guard, but she chooses to focus on the easier question first. “My dancing with him. I was waiting for you to get here, but when you didn’t show up after an hour and a half I didn’t think you’d come. I was not having fun, Lucky wanted to cheer me up so he asked me to dance. He was just being nice, Danny.
Where were you anyway?” she inquires.

“Here, thinking about us.”

Surprised by his revelation, words escape her, so she waits for him to continue.

This is it he thinks now or never, he is deathly afraid of what he is about to say to her but he has to know. Taking a deep breath he fights the fear that threatens to envelope him and looks into her eyes.

“What are we to each other, Michelle? I know that you like me a lot and I,… well I um, I.. lov..I like you a lot, and I liked kissing you that day, but ever since that kiss you seem distant, was it a mistake? Kissing you that is, because if it was then I’m sorry and I assure you , won’t happen again,” he stammers..

Every nerve in her body is on edge, as a mixture of emotions consumes her. Did she hear him correctly? Did he just say he loves her? Sure, he corrected himself and said like, but who makes a mistake like that? How does he know that he loves her? He is only 15 and she 13, do you know you love someone at that age? She knew what she felt for him was more than friendship but love? She didn’t know what to do she felt like running away from him and his questions, but there was another part of her that wanted to jump up and down in glee over his almost revelation. Deciding against both impulses she gazes absently at the stream and speaks quietly. “Danny, I honestly don’t know what we are to each other and what this thing that’s between us is. I don’t know why I look forward to your calls or seeing you, or thinking about you every minute. I don’t know why I liked that kiss and I…I’m not sure if I want to know.” She finishes, looking to him for a reaction but none is forth coming. He is tossing the pebbles more forcefully into the stream now, his eyes unreadable. It seems like an eternity before he speaks to her again but in actuality it was only 3 minutes.

“I’m not sure if I want to know either, and all of this is very overwhelming, I mean we are teenagers, how many people our age do you know that are having this conversation?”

The question is rhetorical, but she feels the need to answer. “If anyone else was I’d be surprised,” she laughs nervously.

“I guess what I am trying to say is, until we are sure about what we have here or if we want it at all, we should go back to what we know?”

“What we know?” she asks

“You know, you are Pilar’s friend, I’m her brother, I annoy you and tease you mercilessly, you have a huge crush on me…..” the last item on his list invokes laughter from both.

“Why do I have to be the only one with the crush, you were the one who can never keep his eyes off me whenever I come to visit Pilar, mister,” she jokes, poking his side playfully with her index finger.

“Oh I couldn’t keep my eyes off you? How do you know that, if it wasn’t just as hard for you to keep your eyes off of me,” he teased.

“Pilar told me,” she replied smugly.

“Sure she did, and I have a desert in Alaska to sell you….”

Laughing uncontrollably, the tension of just a scant few minutes ago begins to dissipate. A stray curl hangs loosely on Michelle’s face and he reaches over to brush it out of her eyes. He softly brushes the curl back in place and gingerly traces his finger along the side of her face, finally resting it on her chin, she tilts her head up and gazes into his eyes. He hesitates briefly and then leans in and kisses her softly on her lips, pulling away almost immediately, their eyes still locked she takes the initiative this time and kisses him softly, it’s nothing more that a feathery graze that didn’t last past 20 seconds, but it is the most satisfying kiss he has ever shared.

Smiling shyly she stands, “I think…..I think I should go home now,” she says softly almost apologetically and he immediately regrets kissing her not because he didn’t like it but because it made her uncomfortable.

“I’ll walk you,” he offers.

The party is dying down once they get back there, until now neither noticed they had been seating by the stream for over an hour. Michelle said her good-byes to Pilar and apologized for missing the gift opening, avoiding Pilar’s questioning gaze she follows Danny out the door and both walk the short distance to the Bauer house in silence. Reaching the top of the long driveway Danny whispers a quick good-bye and turns around to leave.

“Danny,” the sound of his name is barely over a whisper.


“I don’t want to be just Pilar’s annoying friend and I don’t want you to be just her dorky brother,” she smiles.

He returns her smile “We’ll talk.”

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