INTERRUPTION
By Jo
EnyaJo@aol.com
Disclaimers: Fireworks, my steadfast belief that Helm and Marta are made for each other, and also Eliza for setting up
the situation.
Characters: See disclaimer.
Note: This is for Eliza. Don't mention what you don't want, hun. This is also for the Helm/Marta fans. I know you're out
there. I can't be the only one. This is the missing scene from Eliza's second season episode, 'Unfortunate Choice',
which premiered this week on the VS site. If you haven't read it yet, what's stopping you?? Go. Now. And while you're
at it, read Marvelous Maril's 'Mirror, Mirror', the season opener: http://www3.sympatico.ca/maril.swan/qosvs/
CHALLENGE #36
TRIO: a mystery, a pistol, a shawl
QUOTE: "He who hesitates is a damned fool."- Mae West
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The door of Helm's private quarters opened with a slight squeak. Helm had hoped that she would come. It had been days since he had last laid eyes on her and it had felt like an eternity. He kept his seat at his desk and drank in the aroma of her perfume. The fringed ends of her red shawl draped over his shoulders as she leaned up against his back. She started to nibble his ear as shocks of fire rippled through his body. He took her delicate hands in his and regarded them. For her to have worked so hard her entire life, her hands were still as soft as silk.
He leaned back as he brought her arms around him. "You're hot as a pistol, my dear."
"You don't know the half of it," she purred in his ear. As if to swiftly get to the purpose of her visit, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down. He who hesitates is a damned fool, he thought as he yanked his arms free.
"What the hell took you so long?" Helm asked as he stood up and spun around. Her flirtatious smile filled him up. He gently gathered her long, curly tendrils and put them behind her bronze, velvety shoulders. "Señorita Alvarado refused to be put to bed at a decent hour?"
"She is... occupied," Marta said.
"That is exactly the way I like her," Helm murmured as he gently walked her backwards toward his small bed.
Marta took a seat on the bed as Helm pulled his shirt out of his pants. He knelt down before her and rubbed his hands slowly up her legs.
A shot, then another, rang out in succession. It was a mystery that Helm couldn't ignore. He ran to the window, wondering who was injured. Damn it all! I'm busy! He saw the gathering of soldiers down the street. He looked back at his bed to see it empty. Whirling around again, he saw Marta returned from the exam room with his medical bag in hand. "Go see what happened," she said. She seemed petrified.
"It's probably the Queen at play again," he casually told her. That didn't seem to calm her down. Odd. Helm grabbed his shirt and headed for the door. Before he left, he told her, "Don't you move. I will be right back."
"I'll be here."
As soon as Helm ran out the back door, a soldier ran to him. "The Colonel's been shot! Come quickly!"