Title: K is for Knowledge
Author: Wendy Q
Disclaimer: the characters and events that
occurred in episodes are not mine –
they belong to ‘Warner Bros.’ and ‘Shoot The Moon
Enterprises’. The story is mine and may not
be archived, reproduced or forwarded
without my permission.
Archive: with other alphabet stories
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: throughout the second part of the
third season
Summary: Through knowledge, our favorite
couple is slowly able to come
together.
Author’s notes: Thanks to creators of the
current alphabet challenge for getting
my rear in gear. Thanks to Shawn Colvin for writing and
performing the song ’When You Know’ which
inspired me to write this story and
whose lines from which I borrowed. Thanks to my wonderful
writing faerie who made this story
readable. Pam, Pam, Pam – thank you
for unclunking the clunks, getting the commas in the right spots
(if any are still goofed up it’s all my
fault!) and for taming the nose. And
as always, thanks to my first, last, and many times in
between.
Feedback: Please! The good, the bad, and
the ugly. On list or off, whichever
you prefer.
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Amanda had said it only weeks ago . . .
“When you’re talking about love you
have to be patient.”
He didn’t argue it then in Agnes Snow‘s
apartment. And he wasn’t going to
argue it now sitting here in his own home. But he knew that he knew
and he couldn’t pretend, or go back, or
deny it. Clarify that: He couldn’t
deny it to himself -- not any longer. There had long been
speculation in his mind about the
ever-surprising Amanda King, but it
was clear this time that he knew he loved her. He was mentally
exhausted from clearing up the last of the
red tape with the EAO and watching Joe
coo over Amanda, but his love for her was vivid through it
all.
“Ahhh,” he sighed heavily, swiping a hand
through his hair as he reclined on the
sofa, watching the ice swirl around in his nearly
emptied glass. He’d been holding it so long
the cut-glass pattern had left an
imprint on his hand. “Dooley’s. Quite the place . . . their
place.” He closed his eyes, sighing again.
Images of Joe and Amanda ran a
continuous loop through his mind.
The ice cubes had long since melted into a
clear liquid enriched with a slightly
amber tint provided by the last vestiges of 20-year-old
scotch. Still, it was painfully clear that
he had found the one – the one that he
loved. Shifting on the flattened cushions of his sofa, he
shook his head. He’d fallen in love with
his friend -- his best friend.
A monosyllable of surprise escaped his dry
lips. ”Huh.”
They had never really kissed much less
hopped in the sack, yet here he was
ensconced in the knowledge that he loved her and could never let
her go. But what about Joe? The jerk didn’t
deserve her. Lee was sure of that. But
did she want to go back? Would she dump her new
life to go back to Joe? Could she just walk
away?
Suddenly flooding his mind was the image
from Dooley’s of Amanda smiling to him
from over Joe’s shoulder as the former couple danced.
He sat straight up and pounded his feet to
the floor. “It *was* their place. It
*was* Joe and Amanda’s place.” The next word came out
quickly and triumphantly. “Was.” In all the
years he’d known her, she never struck
him as someone who wanted to live in the past. In fact,
she could let go of it much easier than he
ever could. “Nah, she wouldn’t go
back.” As he grappled with the feelings in his heart, he
knew that, like Amanda, he had to move full
steam ahead. After all, he was a risk
taker, wasn’t he? And this was one hell of a risk!
As dawn began to peep through his windows,
he finally owned the soundness of mind
to get some sleep. When he got up to go to bed, he
set his glass down and spied a very special
bottle of wine he’d received, with
instructions to share it with someone special, from a
grateful French heiress. It was time to
share that wine. Amanda would be the
perfect companion.
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“Bye, fellas! You be good and mind your
dad.” Amanda waved and hollered from
her front steps as her sons went off for a weekend with
their father. He’d been back in the states
for a month and had seen his children
nearly every day. It was wonderful for her to watch the
boys’ bond with their father grow strong
again.
As she closed the front door behind her,
her thoughts quickly shifted from her
children and their father to Lee Stetson. It had been an
interesting month, to say the very least.
Lee had been so gracious and polite in
helping Joe through the ordeal of his debriefing and in
handling the abundant government red tape
involved. She held her hand to her
heart as she crossed into the kitchen. He had also been gentle
and caring with her through the whole
fiasco.
As she filled a kettle for tea, she
realized that right after that case,
things seemed to change, not much, but there was a subtle
difference in Lee’s behavior. A subtle,
wonderful difference, she thought. She
opened the cabinet and pushed aside a bag of marshmallows
in order to reach a mug. “The marshmallow
man.” She shook her head and chuckled.
It happened so soon after the case with the EAO. Mother
had gotten herself mixed up with Andrei
Zernov, and once again she’d gotten
herself in too deep. Shaking her head, she knew that her mother
wasn’t the only one in the family with a
knack for getting into trouble.
‘You nearly scared me half to death, you
know that?’ Lee had said to her once
she, her mother, and Mr. Zervov were safe and sound. She
remembered the tone of his voice. It wasn’t
exasperated or annoyed. It was
relieved and loving. Amanda stood, leaning against the sink,
biting her fingernail. Yes, it was . . .
loving. She tried to find another word
to describe it, but ‘loving’ kept running through her head
over and over. Deep down she knew it was
the right fit.
The teapot whistle woke her from her mental
scan of the dictionary. She turned off
the burner and coughed. Perhaps chamomile would help
her get over this scratchy throat once and
for all. As soon as she though it was
gone, the last vestiges of the cold that prevented her
from meeting Tina Thomerson would show up
again. Putting the tea bag into her
mug and pouring in the steaming water, she still could hardly
believe she missed going to the Shenandoah
Tennis Ranch with Lee. She suspected
he would’ve suggested the brother and sister routine again
like he had at the Marvelous Marvin’s
seminar, and perhaps that distance was
for the best, right now. Perhaps things had changed more
than she’d realized. He really did seem to
miss her while he and Francine were
working hard and playing hard at the Shenandoah. The
flowers delivered to her door from the
“steno pool” were the most beautiful
bouquet of wildflowers she had ever seen. Her current novel
was sitting on the counter near the cooktop.
She couldn’t stop herself from opening
it and fingering the pressed cornflower in its pages.
When she finished her tea she went to the
door and retrieved the mail. Inside
was a thank-you card from Rupert for his birthday party.
Smiling at his words of flattery, she
chuckled, “Oh, Rupert, what a
sweetheart.” She could hardly believe that Lee had actually trusted
her enough to tell her about Briarwood,
much less take her there and share
such a big slice of his private life with her. He said he had
never shared the place with anyone. It’d
felt like such an honor at the time,
and it still did. Things had certainly changed. This last
month felt like a small but significant
step forward.
A lump formed in Amanda’s throat as she
thought of how in the last month he’d
shown how much he was attracted to her, worried about her
when she was out on her own, missed her
when she wasn’t there, and trusted her
enough to share increasing amounts of his personal life
with her. In her mind she had gone through
her relationship with Lee Stetson over
and over during the past three years. Now she knew. It
was clear this time she had found the one
and she could never let him go.
She grabbed the book off the kitchen
counter and took it upstairs to read
until sleep overtook her. As she drifted off she had a wonderful
feeling that in the coming months things
would keep slowly, wonderfully moving
forward.
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He woke up with a start. “Amanda?” Quickly
sinking back into the pillows, he
remembered that before his nap he’d finally convinced
Amanda to go home. He missed her already.
Since he escorted her to her high
school reunion a mere week ago, he had felt so much closer to
her. Perhaps because he was actually able
to fully share in an aspect of her
personal life. It felt wonderful to wrap his arm around her
waist and mingle with throngs of friends
from her past. He had gained so much
knowledge about her, things that could never be covered in a
background file. She was so funny, lovely,
confident, and truly adored by her
peers.
Why had he convinced her to go home? He
needed her. More than that, he wanted
her there to make him laugh, to talk with, to look at. The care
she had given him the last few days, from
sleeping in his hospital room, to
helping him solve the case even though it was a risk to his
health, to nursing him to a speedy recovery
here in his apartment, showed such
selflessness and a love he knew only Amanda could give.
He deeply hoped he'd showed her half of
that caring when she was at risk from
King Cobra, Ren Jepard. It tore at his heartstrings that she
had to stay at the
Cumberland.
But he cherished the alone time he’d
had with her there. Out of adversity the
most wonderful flowers bloom. And in
that old hotel room, their mutual respect and understanding had
grown ten fold. Sitting there, silently
paging through a magazine that night,
he hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of her or stop looking
at her. That night had solidified
everything he had already known.
“Chicken,” he said to himself. He had
wanted to tell her then, to let her
know how much he cared. He felt it in his skin and bones, down to
the depths of his heart, yet he’d felt like
it had to wait till tomorrow or even
tomorrow’s tomorrow.
“Maybe tomorrow, Stetson, maybe tomorrow.”
He shut his eyes once again, knowing
that it would take longer than that. But he would not
give up, or give in, or go back.
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Billy Blue Note and King Eddie jammed a
heady tune while Amanda sat closely
beside Lee. His arm was around her and all was right with the
world. But only a week ago the tension
between them had been so thick it was
suffocating. Working on that darn Wally Tuttle case had been
the most frustrating few days she had spent
in ages. Things had been progressing
so beautifully with Lee. They’d shared so many wonderful
dinners and intimate talks recently, but
things had come to a head. The sexual
tension had been at a
high point and both had been reluctant
to make the move to the next step. The
intense heat between them came out in
the form of verbal sparring. But when the excess tension had
been spent, their bond was closer than it
had been before. And now they were
comfortably sitting hand in hand watching their section chief
swing his sax.
While applause rose, she thought how
surreal this scene was – sitting in a
jazz club with her partner in espionage, watching their boss play
the sax, having to keep her profession a
secret from her family and her budding
relationship with her partner a secret from everyone. But she
thought tonight the jig might just be up.
She and Lee couldn’t help but show
their affection for one another, even in front of the spy
crowd. And if her mother was awake when she
got home, she would read Amanda’s
moony-eyed glow in a heartbeat.
After Billy Blue Note and the King had
packed up and their Agency cronies had
gone home, Lee pulled Amanda to the dance floor, where they
slowly swayed to the smoky tune filling the
air in the darkened room. She could
feel the love all around her like the dark forever of the sky
around the moon.
The song had come to an end and the club
owner called, “That’s it for tonight.
Sorry, lovebirds.”
Holding Amanda in his arms and looking into
her eyes, Lee rebuked, “Hey, one last
number.”
How could they refuse?
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He was alone on the airplane of spies,
running the last of the checks before
filing his final report. All he could think of was her nose.
It really was cute. In fact it was the most
adorable nose he had ever seen. He was
sure of it.
“Snap out of it, Stetson!” he demanded of
himself. He needed to get these
reports in to Billy. Even more so, he needed to see her, but
going at his current rate he’d never make
it to Spencer’s by seven.
He raked his hand through his hair, feeling
foolish for what was becoming an
obsession with his partner’s face. Since staring at her at
the
Cumberland
he couldn’t get her face out of his mind. Then there
was the night after the Sallee case was
over. They had set their cake down and
were about to take things further when her mother interrupted.
Gratefully, he’d managed to steal an
ever-so-light kiss at the back door.
And since then, thoughts of her gorgeous, delicate face and that
adorable nose had only increased. “Stupid,”
he uttered as he turned back to the
computer screen. But all he saw was a vision of her nose,
her eyes, and her smile as he had teasingly
drawn away from her lips. She was
gorgeous. No one had such a wonderful face as Amanda King.
“You’re a goner, you know that?” He pinched
the bridge of his nose between his
fingers.
“What’s that, Scarecrow?” A voice spoke
from the back of the plane.
“Amanda? What’re you doing here?” His face
was red and his palms sweaty.
“Just thought you might need some help is
all,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah! Yeah, that would be great.” But with
her face, with that dainty nose right
in front of him, he knew he wouldn’t get a thing done. “You
know, Amanda, this can wait. Billy can
wait. What do you say we cut outta
here and get the evening started early?
She scratched the side of her nose and
smiled widely. “Okay, great.”
All he could manage to croak out was,
“Yeah, great.” The knowledge that she
had the nicest nose on the planet was firmly within him, as
was the knowledge that he was a sucker so
far gone he couldn’t think straight.
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She sat at a bistro table off to the side
of the stage, watching the actors run
their lines, but her mind wasn’t on the play. It wasn’t
anywhere near it. But ‘neo-absurd’ -- she
thought that fit her life quite well.
The subtext was enough to cut with a knife. Her finger
traced the title on the cover of her
manuscript -- “Parisienne Intrigue’.
She chuckled audibly. ‘Arlington Intrigue’ was about all
she could handle.
An hour earlier, Francine had caught them
in a clinch, about to kiss. It had
been easy and fun and terrifying. And after the last week of
looks, touches, flirtations, lunches,
dinners, and the anticipation from the
last three years, she couldn’t eat, or think straight. Sleep
was a fleeting memory. Love was brutal! She
was exhausted and energized all at the
same time.
If this strange Tony Martinet case had not
come up, or rather if Lee hadn’t
grabbed it, she wondered if they would have explored their
feelings more deeply by now. There was no
use in wondering. Those things had
happened and now she knew things would have to wait till
tomorrow or another day. She couldn’t wait
much longer, and she knew he couldn’t
either.
Their dinner the evening before the case
came up was proof of that. She
momentarily drifted off into a haze, remembering the musical number
that was playing as they swayed, bodies
pressed together, on the intimate
dance floor of Spencer’s. If only the song hadn’t ended and
the applause hadn’t erupted just when it
did, they would’ve kissed by now. They
would have discussed this new part of their relationship.
They would have kissed over and over again.
She knew that timing had played such a
pivotal role in keeping them apart, but she also knew
that somehow they would overcome that
obstacle, and very soon.
The sight of Lee coming down the aisle of
the theater brought her back to
reality and the case at hand. They had work to do -- a case to
solve. And then perhaps time would be on
their side.
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A little knowledge is a good thing. A
little knowledge can be a dangerous
thing. Knowledge in any form can be a scary thing. But most
of all knowledge is no good unless put into
use.
So . . .
The door was closed, and locked. They were
alone. He was moving toward her and
she was inviting him in. There was no going back, or
giving up, or pretending. It was clear --
this time they had found true love.
There wasn’t any doubt about it. They knew that they knew.
They knew what to do. It was time to come
out of the cold.