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The Softball Game
by Twig

Lopez-Fitzgerald House

Theresa, crying, hung up the phone. Her brother, Officer Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald, sat across the kitchen table, eyeing her worriedly.

"Theresa, are you okay?" he asked softly, seeing her upset state.

Theresa raised her tear-filled eyes to meet his, "No Luis, I'm not."

"What happened? Who was that on the phone?"

"Whitney," Theresa sniffed, wiping at her eyes, yet somehow not smudging her eye makeup.

"What's wrong?"

Theresa took a shaky breath, "She's moving away."

"The Russells are leaving? Even TC?"

"Yes. She doesn't know why…her mother just told her they had to move…" tears coursed down Theresa's face.

"Theresa that's awful," Luis said, patting her arm. "You and Whitney are very close."

"Ethan is all I'll have left now," Theresa whispered brokenly.

"What was that?" Luis strained to hear.

Theresa's response was to burst into tears yet again.



Bennett House

"Simone, WHAT do you mean you're MOVING?" Kay Bennett snapped, staring coldly at her best friend.

Simone shrugged, "I'm moving away. My mom told us this morning to start packing. We're leaving next week."

"You…you can't leave! Now no one will help me get Miguel!" Kay whined.

"Is that all you EVER think about?"

Kay stomped her foot, "No Simone, you CAN'T leave! You just can't!"

"Well I am," Simone said, teary-eyed, "I don't want to, but I have to leave."

"No," Kay was crying now, "No."

"Maybe," Simone struggled to speak, "maybe now you'll give up on trying to find Miguel and focus on some other guy."

"That will never happen Simone. You have my word."

"That's what I was afraid of."



Crane Cottage

"…So my sister's best friend is moving away, and she's really upset about it."

Sheridan was all sympathy for Luis, "You're losing a friend too. TC is going with them."

Luis sighed, "I know. Sam, TC, and I have been friends for such a long time."

She bit her lip, "I feel partially responsible for why you haven't been able to spend more time with them. It seems I've been hogging all your time."

"Sheridan, I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't want to."

She smiled faintly.

"I mean it," he told her, staring into her blue eyes.

"Luis-"

"Aunt Sheridan, my father wants to see you," Ethan interrupted from the doorway. He smiled wanly at Luis, who offered a polite smile in return. Relations had been somewhat strained between the two men, as Luis still didn't trust Sheridan's nephew fully, but they managed to be civil towards one another.

"How's your head Ethan?" Luis asked him, looking pointedly at the fading bruise on Ethan's forehead from where Sheridan had accidentally struck him with a shoe.

Ethan touched the bruise absently, "I'm fine, thanks."

Sheridan tossed an apologetic look over her shoulder at Luis, "I'll be back in a minute."

"Take your time," he said, meandering into the kitchen.

Sheridan followed Ethan out the door.


Crane Mansion

Sheridan stood in her brother's study, trying not to roll her eyes as he wrapped up a conversation with their father.

"Yes father…" Julian said into the phone, his voice smooth but slightly irritated, "Yes father…I KNOW that father…yes father…YES father…I KNOW!" he slammed down the phone, glaring at it, "The old tyrant."

Sheridan merely raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to see me Julian?"

Julian jumped at her voice, "Ah, Sheridan! We were just talking about you!"

"That's just wonderful Julian. What did you want? I was kind of in the middle of something-"

"Um, I wanted to inform you that the Russell family is moving out of Harmony," Julian said with a scowl.

"I know that already."

Julian eyed her suspiciously, "How did you know?"

"Ah…Pilar told me."

Julian seemed to accept her response, "Anyhow…I don't believe that any family should be forced to move just because of a financial situation. I was going to propose that the Crane family go in and…help them out."

Sheridan narrowed her eyes, "Since when are you interested in helping the common civilians Julian?"

"The Russells have always been upstanding citizens," Julian stammered.

"What about the Russells?" Ivy poked her head in.

"They're moving away," Julian snapped, annoyed.

"WHAT?!" Ivy looked positively terrified, "They can't move away!"

"What do you care, darling?" Julian asked his wife, leering at her.

Ivy shot him a look of disgust, "I don't CARE…it's just that I've gotten to know Eve Russell quite well through…ah…the Bennetts-"

Julian shuddered at the mention of the Bennett family.

"Julian," Sheridan said in an annoyed tone, "I still don't understand what exactly you want us to do. If the Russells want to move away, it's their business."

Ivy sneered at Julian, "I know exactly why he wants them to stay. It's no big secret now, is it Julian dear?"

"I'm sure you do, but what I'm trying to figure out is why *you* want them to stay, DARLING," Julian said with a smirk.

Sheridan backed away, "You know, this isn't anything I really want to be hearing. I think I'll just be heading back to the cottage now."

She turned and hurried from the room.

"You have a hot date, sister dear?" Julian called after her.

"Of course not," Sheridan snapped at him, "I'm just sick of listening to you."

She stomped away.

Ivy frowned at Julian, "Julian, would you leave the poor girl alone? Haven't you done enough to her?"

Julian merely shrugged.

"I think I'll go talk to Eve Russell, see if I can talk some sense into her," Ivy said hurriedly, backing out of the room.

"What are you up to, Ivy?" Julian asked her.

"I'm not up to anything," Ivy assured him nervously. She then fled the room in much the same manner as her sister-in-law.

"You're up to something," Julian said, taking a sip of scotch, "And I'm going to find out what it is."

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