Steele of Approval--An Addition
Since I started to write fanfic I love it and can't stop.
I'm still writing a post season five story which I post to steelewriting .
Title: Steele of Approval--An Additon
Fandom: Remington Steele
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This “Remington Steele” story is not-for-profit and is purely for entertainment purposes. The author does not own the characters and are in no way affiliated with “Remington Steele,” the actors, their agents, the producers, MTM Productions, the NBC Television Network or any station or network carrying the show in syndication, or anyone in the industry.
Many, many thanks to Wilma for beta-reading this story.
Laura sat down on his bed feeling lost in the empty room. She was freezing and tried to warm herself with her arms, wrapping them around her body. Her whole world seemed to have crumbled in a moment. He had left.
She had rebuffed him again and now he had gone. Tears ran down her cheeks while one thought flashed involuntarily into her mind. Charade, Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, Universal, 1964. Damn! He had infiltrated her thoughts as well as her whole life. No, that was wrong--he was her whole life. He had become it a long time ago. She couldn't think of a life without him anymore. Even the time after Cannes when they had foolishly agreed to be only good friends was better. Besides, it had shown her how much she needed him. She felt as if somebody had just shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. Damn, damn, damn--
As much as she tried, she couldn't control her feelings any longer. Her body started to tremble beyond control. Slowly, she lay down on his bed and turned around. Her wrists hit the blanket again and again as though she wanted to hurt the whole world as much he had hurt her. When she finally breathed again, she could smell his scent which lingered in the fabric. Laura closed her eyes, took one of his pillows and cuddled up with it, tears still flooding over her face. She inhaled his scent over and over and imagined his smile, his sparkling eyes and the lovely sound of his voice. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she finally fell asleep.
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At the same time, Steele arrived at the airport and checked in for his flight to Australia. Now he was no longer Remington Steele though he wished he could be. However, he couldn't use that name for obvious reasons. First, Laura would find him easily if he travelled under this name. He chuckled because he knew, if she wanted to, she could find him anywhere no matter what name he was using. Nevertheless, he had to try hiding his trail. And second, he had no other choice. Although Laura had created the perfect vision of Remington Steele, he had never had a passport in the name of the great detective he'd impersonated for the last three years.
Laura. He sighed. It was weird. He just had left his apartment, and he already missed her desperately. How could he endure the time without her? It would be a hard time, but he had to take this step. There was no other way to show her that he loved her, that he wanted to stay with her. Without his name, his real name, she always would doubt his commitment. My name-- As long as he could remember, he had changed his name--involuntarily or by choice--as often as other people do their shirts.
When he was a little lad, every new family who adopted him chose a new name. They paid no mind to the feelings of the little boy in front of them. Thinking of this time, Steele clenched his fists unconsciously. He never wanted to be reminded of this dark time though sometimes there had been flashes of light. Nevertheless, he had to deliver himself up to his past--for Laura's sake. He had to find out who he really was.
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When the first sunlight fell through the window, Laura awoke. For a moment she didn't know where she was, but then she remembered the last day and sighed. She had lost everything that was important for her. She had just lost her whole life--first the agency and then Mr. Steele.
This damned bugger! However, she wouldn't become weak and be once more the Laura she had been after Wilson had left her. Not this time! This time she would fight. Regardless of whatever may have happened, she was still a detective. A bloody good detective! She would chase him around the world if necessary. She would be Detective Fix chasing Phileas Fogg.
"Around the World in Eighty Days, David Niven, Shirley MacLaine, United Artists, 1956," she mumbled. Damn!
I'm still writing a post season five story which I post to steelewriting .
Title: Steele of Approval--An Additon
Fandom: Remington Steele
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This “Remington Steele” story is not-for-profit and is purely for entertainment purposes. The author does not own the characters and are in no way affiliated with “Remington Steele,” the actors, their agents, the producers, MTM Productions, the NBC Television Network or any station or network carrying the show in syndication, or anyone in the industry.
Many, many thanks to Wilma for beta-reading this story.
Laura sat down on his bed feeling lost in the empty room. She was freezing and tried to warm herself with her arms, wrapping them around her body. Her whole world seemed to have crumbled in a moment. He had left.
She had rebuffed him again and now he had gone. Tears ran down her cheeks while one thought flashed involuntarily into her mind. Charade, Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, Universal, 1964. Damn! He had infiltrated her thoughts as well as her whole life. No, that was wrong--he was her whole life. He had become it a long time ago. She couldn't think of a life without him anymore. Even the time after Cannes when they had foolishly agreed to be only good friends was better. Besides, it had shown her how much she needed him. She felt as if somebody had just shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. Damn, damn, damn--
As much as she tried, she couldn't control her feelings any longer. Her body started to tremble beyond control. Slowly, she lay down on his bed and turned around. Her wrists hit the blanket again and again as though she wanted to hurt the whole world as much he had hurt her. When she finally breathed again, she could smell his scent which lingered in the fabric. Laura closed her eyes, took one of his pillows and cuddled up with it, tears still flooding over her face. She inhaled his scent over and over and imagined his smile, his sparkling eyes and the lovely sound of his voice. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she finally fell asleep.
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At the same time, Steele arrived at the airport and checked in for his flight to Australia. Now he was no longer Remington Steele though he wished he could be. However, he couldn't use that name for obvious reasons. First, Laura would find him easily if he travelled under this name. He chuckled because he knew, if she wanted to, she could find him anywhere no matter what name he was using. Nevertheless, he had to try hiding his trail. And second, he had no other choice. Although Laura had created the perfect vision of Remington Steele, he had never had a passport in the name of the great detective he'd impersonated for the last three years.
Laura. He sighed. It was weird. He just had left his apartment, and he already missed her desperately. How could he endure the time without her? It would be a hard time, but he had to take this step. There was no other way to show her that he loved her, that he wanted to stay with her. Without his name, his real name, she always would doubt his commitment. My name-- As long as he could remember, he had changed his name--involuntarily or by choice--as often as other people do their shirts.
When he was a little lad, every new family who adopted him chose a new name. They paid no mind to the feelings of the little boy in front of them. Thinking of this time, Steele clenched his fists unconsciously. He never wanted to be reminded of this dark time though sometimes there had been flashes of light. Nevertheless, he had to deliver himself up to his past--for Laura's sake. He had to find out who he really was.
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When the first sunlight fell through the window, Laura awoke. For a moment she didn't know where she was, but then she remembered the last day and sighed. She had lost everything that was important for her. She had just lost her whole life--first the agency and then Mr. Steele.
This damned bugger! However, she wouldn't become weak and be once more the Laura she had been after Wilson had left her. Not this time! This time she would fight. Regardless of whatever may have happened, she was still a detective. A bloody good detective! She would chase him around the world if necessary. She would be Detective Fix chasing Phileas Fogg.
"Around the World in Eighty Days, David Niven, Shirley MacLaine, United Artists, 1956," she mumbled. Damn!