Posts Tagged ‘Michelle Bauer’

Christmas Time Fire at Revas House

December 24, 2017

Did Danny Know?

We’re around Christmas time. A quick summing up of what is going on when we join the show already in progress. Abby shot Roy Meecham and his friends want revenge, despite the fact that she is facing murder charges. Abby has been living alone in the Bauer garage apartment. Annie is living with Alan, but hasn’t gotten over Josh. Beth is living in the Spaulding Mansion and wants Phillip back, but he is involved with Harley Cooper. Michelle Bauer and Jesse Blue (Messe) are getting ready to elope. They are meeting at the lighthouse before they go away. The interview Alan talks about was an interview of Annie Dutton on a local TV show at Towers about her engagement to Alan that Reva disrupted. Nola, for reasons I’ve never figured out, was trying to breakup Jezz. Michelle is at Reva’s house with Reva and Abby in separate rooms when Roy’s friends throw a Movoltov Cocktail throw Reva’s window starting a fire that will blind Michelle.

There are 3 episodes of the fire. I have them complete, but in multiple parts. I’ve numbered the episodes. I don’t have exact dates. I’ll put my comments before each link to help you find the particular part you want.

Episode 1 – Michelle is visited by Maureen, The boys start the fire. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Episode 2 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

They are jumping on Annie too quickly. Sure Annie is nuts, but she is rarely counterproductive. If she’d set the fire she’d checked before she started it. “Those scarfs Mama knitted for them,the recordings H.B. made” what awful things to lose. Cassie, you might know what Annie is capable of, but we know what you’re capable of, get down off your high horse. Thank god they found Michelle! Frank meets Cassie for the first time. (Part 2) (Part 3)

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.


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.

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

innocent and beautiful and soft and pink, but underneath you’re like steel

April 26, 2017

This speech is from Tues., April 17, 2001. This is towards the middle of the Perfect Storm. It is one of my favorite episodes. It not only has this speech, but also Danny and Rick looking at when they figure Michelle is up to something and together getting the cold feeling in their guts. It also has Ross’ hilarious crack about offering group rates.

Michelle Innocent and Pink

Michelle Innocent and Pink

Gus has a strong series of charges against Danny because May/Mary Murdo was bugging Infierno. Michelle has gone to see May/Mary in her now revealed guise as FBI agent. She appeals to her as someone who knows her husband and has to know he’s a good man and so should feel bad about sending him to jail and should help them. May/Mary does seem to have some regret, but feels she was doing right and can’t do anything to help. She has to go out of the office for a minute and Michelle sees all the tapes and evidence in one evidence box. She takes the box. Michelle takes it to the Laurel Falls park and burns it. Gus and May show up looking for it having realized the Michelle took the box. Later Michelle returns home. Rick and Danny asks her where she was. She tells them she went to see May and then came home. She doesn’t want to tell them anything else. They want to know what she has done to tick off the feds so much. She tells them she isn’t going to say anything so they will have plausible deniability.

Michelle: “If you don’t know, you’re not involved.”

Danny: “If you don’t tell me, how can I protect you?”

Michelle: “You don’t HAVE to protect me. THIS time I’m going to protect you.”

Just then May and Gus ring the doorbell. She opens the door and they barge in and start accusing Michelle of taking something that belongs to them. They tell her they want it back. Michelle plays dumb and asks them what they are accusing her of. She repeatedly denies doing anything.

The feds leave. Rick turns to Michelle and asks her what she did. She tells him she doesn’t know but she assumes by what the feds were saying that something must have been missing. Danny tells her to try to guess. Michelle tells him it seems to her that someone must have taken all their evidence, video, audio, and field files. Danny and Rick can’t believe it. Michelle tells them if the evidence is gone so is the case against Danny and Tony. Danny asks her what she did. Michelle says she just prayed for a miracle and got one. Rick goes to the phone and calls Ross. He tells Michelle that the trouble may be over for Danny but is just beginning for her. Rick is pacing the room. He is sure Gus won’t give up. Danny tells Michelle that the other problem is, if the case is gone against him and Tony the case is also gone against the other families.

Ross comes in and Michelle tells him she needs him this time. He tells them it is time to discuss his group rate. Michelle asks to speak to him alone. Michelle says she thinks the FBI lost their case against Danny and Tony. She tells him about their visit and says she thinks the evidence went up in smoke. She has a strong feeling, almost as if she saw it happen. Ross tells her she is scaring him. Ross gets call from Tony at the hospital. Tony tells him that Gus is there. Ross asks to speak to him and asks Gus to meet him at Company. He leaves. Michelle sits on Danny’s lap and tells him not to worry, they are sure Ross will figure things out.

Danny: “I swear it’s always the quiet ones.”

Michelle: “What do you mean?”

Danny: “You. What did he call you? Aitoro, what did he call you? An innocent, preppie wife of a crime lord.”

Michelle: “Do you agree with him?”

Danny: “No, not at all. I mean you look innocent and beautiful and soft and pink, but underneath you’re like steel. I always knew you had that in you. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. What do you say we get married?”

Michelle: “We’ve done that four times.”

Danny: “OK, then how about bed.”

Michelle: “I thought you’d never ask.”

Link to full episode guide

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.

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)

Archived Links Version (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)

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.

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.”

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 7

April 13, 2017

Author’s Note: I honestly had no intention of finishing this fic, but for some odd reason all I’ve been doing since I got down here is writing. Its not very long. Enjoy.

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 7

Michelle flung her brush across her bedroom and flopped down on her bed. She had been sitting in front of the mirror for twenty minutes trying to decide how to wear her hair, but her wild unruly curls were not cooperating. She had to be at Pilars 14th birthday party in less than 15 minutes and she wasn’t even close to being ready.

“Michelle!” Her mother called, knocking on her bedroom door before entering. “What’s the matter sweetie?”

“I have the most awful hair ever!” the teenager complained.

Maureen laughed.

“I’m glad you find this amusing, Mom.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart. It’s just– Michelle, do you know the trouble women go to, to get these gorgeous curls you have? Your hair is gorgeous, sweetie. Come on sit here let’s see what we can do with it,” Maureen said to her daughter.

Fifteen minutes and three hairstyles later Michelle waved good-bye to her mother and walked over to the Santos house.

“Hey Michelle, don’t you look gorgeous today,” Carmen said letting her in. “Everyone’s in the backyard.”

Music was blasting from the stereo system some kids were dancing while others just stood around in groups talking. Michelle saw Pilar, Bill, Ashley, Kyle, Justin, Niki and Lucky standing on the far side of the pool talking. She scanned the backyard quickly, a look of disappointment clouding her face when she didn’t see the person she was looking for.

“Hey Michelle, come over here!” Pilar said waving her over to a small group of friends.

“Happy birthday!” Michelle squealed greeting Pilar with a warm hug. “Hi guys,” she said acknowledging the rest of her friends.

The group went back to their conversation, which largely revolved around the latest gossip in school, since Michelle was training for the world championships she had not been to school much, this past two weeks. She hadn’t done much of anything but skate, catch up on schoolwork and hang out with the other skaters at the rink. Danny came by the rink once last week and they talked for a little, neither brave enough to bring up the kiss in Pilar’s room.

“Hey Michelle, we are all going to the movies tomorrow, do you want to come?” Lucky asked.

“Umm, I…”

“Come on, Michelle, you are not skating tomorrow,” Bill told her.

Normally Michelle would jump at the chance to hang out with her friends, but the group had always had a couple dynamic to it. Though no one was officially going steady, they always ended up being paired off, Pilar and Bill, Ashley and Kyle, Justin and Niki, and Michelle and Lucky. If Michelle went she would undoubtedly end up seating next to Lucky.

“Look, um I’ll think about it, okay?” she said nibbling on some finger food.

As the party wore on, everyone was dancing, laughing and having a good time. Michelle kept looking at the door leading to the backyard hoping Danny would walk in.

“Hey,” Lucky said walking up to her.


“You look bored,” he commented.

“I’m just tired,” she lied.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked her

“Not really.”

“Come on, Michelle, it’s a party, you’re suppose to be having fun,” he teased.

Michelle knew he was right, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Pilars party by being a downer.

“Okay, okay, I’ll dance with you,” she laughed, “but you can’t complain if I step on your feet.”

“I’ve seen you dance, I’ll take my chances.” He smiled

“Yeah well, that’s on ice and every step is choreographed down to the position of my pinky finger.”

“Michelle Bauer is that your way of saying you don’t want to dance with me?”

“If I didn’t want to dance with you I’d tell you so, trust me I would,” she smiled.

Laughing they head to the dance floor, with Danny looking on.

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 6

April 12, 2017

Author’s Note: Thanks for the feedback everyone. Enjoy!

Once In A Lifetime by France Chapter 6

“Michelle sweetie, Pilar is here,” Ed Bauer called from downstairs. The family had just returned from New York where Michelle taped several interviews with the morning talk shows, when Pilar called to ask if Michelle could sleep over at her house. Ed knew that his daughter needed to unwind and get away from all the hoopla of becoming the youngest US Figure Skating Ladies Champion and a sleep-over with her best friend was the perfect way to do that.

Michelle came running down the stairs and into her best friend arms for a congratulatory hug. Ed stood back listening to the two girls talk excitedly about their sleep-over after a quick mention of Michelle’s win. He couldn’t help but smile, at the conversation. He always knew Michelle was a very down to earth kid, but the kind of media attention Michelle had gotten since her win would make even the most level headed kids big headed, and he was worried the attention would go to Michelle’s head. Thankfully so far it hadn’t, skating was something she loved and the last thing Ed wanted was for her to feel any pressure to live up to hype.

“Hey dad, we’re gonna head over to Pilar’s now, okay?”

“Okay sweetie have fun.”

Michelle kissed her father on his cheek and the girls left for their sleep-over.

The two girls sat in Pilar’s room giggling as Pilar filled Michelle in on everything that went on in school while she was gone. In the middle of their very animated conversation someone knocked on the door.

“Go away, whoever you are, ” Pilar yelled!

“Shut up brat, ” Danny said walking into the room “I just came up here to umm borrow your calculator,” he said scanning the room. “Oh hey Michelle, I didn’t know you were here.”

Pilar rolled her eyes at her brother “Sure you didn’t, you only asked me fifty times what time Michelle would be here,” she reminded him.

Michelle flashed a shy smile at Danny.

“Okay, I just came up to say congratulations,” he conceded.

“And you couldn’t wait till dinner to tell her that? We are having dinner downstairs with everyone else you know.”

“Give me a break here will ya?” a frustrated Danny begged his sister.

“Whatever, I’m going downstairs to get a snack, be gone by the time I get back got it? Hey Michelle you can eat real snacks now right?”

“Huh? yeah a snack would be good,” Michelle answered distracted.

Pilar rolled her eyes at the two of them and headed down to the kitchen for snacks.

They both stood silently, neither knowing what to say, this was the first time they saw each other since admitting they “liked each other” and to say the situation was awkward would be an understatement.

“So, congratulations,” Danny finally said breaking the silence.


“Did you bring the medal?”

“No, it’s at home but I did bring some pictures,” she said as she dug into her backpack for the snap shots.
They sat on the floor looking at the pictures “These are great, you look, you look great in these pictures.”


“Not that you don’t always look great,” he added

“Thanks..again,” she smiled nervously.

“…..So, you really are back,” Danny said after another long awkward silence.

“I’m really back.”

“Finally,” he said


Michelle laughed, “This was a lot easier on the phone wasn’t it?”

“Tell me about it,” he laughed.

Talking over each other: “Michelle.” “Danny.”

“You go first,” he said.

“This is so weird, umm how are you?”

He laughed, “Happy you are back.”

“So am I.”

“I think we have established we are both glad you are back,” he smiled.

“I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve never done..this before,” she explained

“Don’t be, it’s pretty new to both of us.”

“Really? Didn’t you do this with Halle already?”

“Halle was just a girl I dated, while I waited for this cute curly haired blonde to grow up and finally notice me.”

“Yeah right, like you even noticed me when Halle was around throwing herself at you,” she half kidded.

“Seriously Michelle, you are not like Halle. You are different from the other girls I know, and that’s not just a line. Michelle, you are special, do you even know how special you are?” he asked gazing at her intently.

They both sat there staring at each other, Danny slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Michelle’s unexpecting lips. It all happened so quickly, Michelle didn’t even realize what happened till it was over.

“I’m umm…” Danny began, before Pilar interrupted.

“I’ve got ice cream, chips, Pepsi and chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven,” she said placing the food on her desk.

“I’m sorry,” Danny whispered to Michelle.

“It’s okay,” she whispered back.

“I’m gonna go shot some hoops with Mick in the backyard, have fun at your slumber party.” Danny said as he grabbed a cookie from Pilar’s tray.

Michelle watched as Danny walked out of the room, once he was out of sight, she touched her lips with her index finger. “My first kiss” she whispered to herself smiling.

“Why do you have that silly grin on your face?” Pilar asked

“Huh?..ummm ice cream, I haven’t had ice cream in month?s” she covered.

“What are you waiting for then, dig in.”

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April 11, 2017

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