From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
Cheap Motel Out Of Town
Ivy slowly began to wake up. Her scalp ached, her face felt numb, and she was sore all over. It was as if her
entire body was one large bruise. She started to recall the argument she'd had the night before, but she couldn’t
remember about what or with whom. Nothing else came back to her. She opened her eyes and looked around her.
Nothing looked familiar. 'Where am I?' Though she recognized nothing around her, Ivy had felt the strangest sense
of calm and safety all night as she slept. She thought she was alone until she heard a shower in the background.
'Well, I'll just wait and find out who's here with me. Maybe they can tell me what happened.’ She looked at
the digital clock on the nightstand: 7:17 a.m.
While she sat there waiting, she decided to go over some things in her head. 'Full name: Ivy Madeline Winthrop
Crane. Age: you'd never admit that, even to yourself. Marital Status: ugh…Julian Crane. Children: one son,
three daughters. Well, at least I don't have complete amnesia. I just can't remember what happened, where I am,
or how I got here,' Ivy thought sarcastically to herself. Then she heard the shower shut off so she sat up in
the bed, folded her hands, and waited patiently to get an explanation.
A few minutes later Sam Bennet walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. "Oh, I'm glad you're
awake," he smiled slightly.
Ivy sat on the bed, unable to move. She must have completely lost her mind. Would she really forget a night with
Sam? Could she really have convinced him to spend a night with her? 'Dammit, Ivy! You promised yourself, for
"I see you're a little confused," Sam came closer and sat down on the side of the bed. "Do you
remember what happened last night?"
"No, and I'm sorry, Sam. I know I've been chasing you all year, but I promised myself this wouldn't happen,"
Ivy bit her lip and looked down shamefully. "If you'll just excuse me for a couple of minutes, I'll get dressed
and leave. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I don't remember anyway," She attempted to throw off the covers,
but Sam stopped her.
"You really don't remember, do you," he said, almost amazed.
Ivy shook her head.
"Well, I guess I should tell you then. It might jog your memory."
"Okay, here goes. I came up to the mansion last night to talk to Julian and Ethan about the police board
when I ran into Pilar. She had just arrived and told me that no one was home and that I could wait for their return.
I agreed, but when Pilar turned on the lights, the foyer was in a shambles. Not only that, but there was a mess
all the way up the stairs as well."
Sam stopped and looked Ivy in the eye. She was listening intently, like a child to a bedtime story. He obviously
hadn't hit anything yet, so he continued. "That site combined with the fact that the mansion was so dark
and quiet at such an early hour didn't seem right, so we followed the trail up the stairs. That's when I heard
Pilar scream. I ran to the open door that she had gone into and saw what had made her scream. Ivy, it was you.
You were lying on the floor of your bedroom unconscious. We thought you were dead. The mess in the foyer and
on the stairs was glass and blood. YOUR blood. Ivy, you were attacked last night."
Ivy felt her eyes grow as she inhaled deeply through her nose. The terrible memory came floating back to her now.
She looked down to confirm the memory by seeing her torn and bloodied cream slip.
"Ivy, are you alright?"
"Um, yes I'll be fine. How did I get here?"
"You came to for a minute and when we tried to take you to the Harmony Hospital, you objected. Something
about publicity and not wanting the international media attention. Then you went out again. Pilar and I decided
that it would be best to take you to an out of town hospital where people might not recognize you. I mean we didn't
really know what had happened. After I had you checked out in the emergency room it was late and they said you
needed rest, so I brought you here. I don't know exactly where we are, but I called Pilar to let her know you
were okay and she was going to relay the message to anyone who asked about you."
"And you – you stayed with me all night and held me, didn't you," Ivy asked.
"Yes, how did you know? I hardly slept and I didn't notice you waking up."
"I don't know. I just felt this overwhelming sense of – calm and safety when I woke up. That's all."
"Oh, well, here," Sam, said handing Ivy the bottle of pills he had gotten the night before. "You're
supposed to take these for the pain."
Ivy took the bottle from Sam's outstretched hand and read the label:
Take 4 times daily every 4-6 hours as the pain persists.
Sam noticed her reading curiously, "I didn't want to give them your name. It would have defeated the purpose
of leaving Harmony, but they had to have a name for the forms. I had to pick one fast, so I gave them my name."
Ivy looked up at Sam, "You remembered my middle name?" She was touched by his small gesture.
"I remember a lot of things," he responded as he got up. Ivy saw the concern, love, and pain in his
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's in the past," he replied. "What we need to do now is figure things out and get back to Harmony.
There will be a lot of people worried about you. I went over to Target and picked some things up for you,"
Sam said, pointing to a bag on the chair. "I was in a hurry last night and didn't think to have Pilar pack
some things for you. Here's my cell phone so you can call Ethan and let him know you're all right. Pilar was
going to tell him that you left town on business last night and didn't bring your phone, but that you'd call him
today. You better stick with that story for now. While you make your phone call and clean up, I'm going to go
get us some breakfast. Do you think you'll need any help?"
Ivy shook her head as she slowly got up from the bed.
"Okay. I'll be back soon." Sam opened the door and turned to leave.