Just Us


"That was wonderful."

Stefan frowned at Sabrina. Though a smile lit her beautiful face, a stream of tears also coursed down.

"I do not think I understand."

"Dorothy got home," she replied, as if that explained everything.

"Dorothy," he said the name cautiously, "did not ever leave home. It was all a dream."

"Oh, don't be so literal, Stefan," she chided. "You have to look past the dream."

His eyebrow rose in a familiar gesture. "Was that what you were doing when you screamed so dramatically and clutched my arm?"

"Miss Gulch was about to get her," she insisted indignantly.

Stefan sighed dramatically. "Must you always include me in these...occasions of yours?"

"Yep. I am trying to broaden your horizons."

Mrs. Landsbury peeked in the door and smiled. Though Master Stefan pretended to be longsuffering where the young mistress was concerned, she knew for a fact that he truly enjoyed her company.

"One more, Stefan," she heard Sabrina say before she left.

"I am somewhat afraid to ask what this one might be," he teased.

"Dumb and Dumber."

"No," he said firmly, attempting to rise from the couch. "No Jim Carrey movies."

Sabrina froze where she stood by the television.

"How do you know it's a Jim Carrey movie?" she questioned.

"Perhaps Nikolas mentioned it," Stefan hemmed.

"Uh-uh." Sabrina was not fooled. "Did you watch this movie?" she asked, incredulously.

"I believe it played on the television one night. I was merely loath to rise and turn it off."

His efforts to make light of his knowledge did not fool her.

"I'd forgotten that about you," she uttered softly. "I'd forgotten how you always listen to what I say."

"You are my sister." Stefan attempted to provide his own explanation for the phenomenon. "What makes you happy, makes me happy."

They both knew it was more than that. It had been several years since Sabrina had off-handedly mentioned that she loved Jim Carrey movies. Hell, she had barely remembered the remark. How amazing that Stefan had.

"You watched it because of me," she stated, hopefully.

Stefan saw no point in denying the truth. "Yes."

On the verge of tears, Sabrina asked, "Did you enjoy it?"

"No," he replied honestly, "but I watched it all anyway."

She gave a shout of laughter.

It was an unexpected thing, and Stefan could only wonder if she'd suffered a break from reality.

"Oh, Stefan, I do love you!" She ran and threw her arms about him.

He stared down at her, unsure of what his reaction should be.

She looked up into his face, and gave him a brilliant smile. "You can be such a romantic, you know that?"

Sensing that she was trying to move past the moment, he drew himself up haughtily and replied, "That is impossible. I am a Cassadine."

They smiled weakly at one another. Stefan stared at her face, as if memorizing its features.

Reaching forth a trembling hand, he brushed a stray curl from her face.

"I would give it all up to go back to the time when we were just . . . us."

Sabrina chided him tearfully. "Liar. You wouldn't." She held his hand against her face. "But thank you."

"For what?" Stefan asked.

"For never losing what we had," she answered simply.