Do Not Disturb, 1/1, [WC] [D][G]
Title: Do Not Disturb
Series: Wild Card
Part: 1/1 NEW
Date: October 2003
Summary: Missing scene from the "No Bull..." ep.
Disclaimer: Lifetime, etc., owns all the characters, etc. I'm just
using the characters for a little fun and relaxation.
Do Not Disturb
'Damn,' Dan thought as he walked through the rain behind the owner of the
only the old man hadn't come knocking on the door...well at least
not for another hour or so.'
"Hope this room'll be alright," the man drawled. He unlocked the
door, pushed it open, and turned on the light which flickered and
threatened to go out before it finally decided to illuminate the
Dan walked past the man and looking inside, noted the room was a
carbon copy of the room he'd just left. It possessed the same
outdated decor, faded bedspread, and probably the same threadbare
towels in the bathroom. If he looked, he was sure it also contained
one phone book and a copy of the Gideon Bible. He absently nodded
to the man and threw his suitcase on the bed. The man left and shut
the door behind him. Out of habit born of too many nights alone
(though he'd never admit to it publicly), he turned on the
television. Just like the other room, there was no reception --
just the choice of either a static display or a blue screen.
Disgruntled, he clicked the TV off and tossed the remote control
onto the dresser. Not bothering to even kick off his shoes fell
onto the bed.
As if sensing the occupant's mood, the light chose that moment to
Dan groaned and stared up from the bed into the now darkened room.
The only light was the proverbial neon blinking glow from the
'Everything was just like the other room,' he thought. 'Except this
room seemed much colder. How can one woman bring such light and
warmth into a room -- and also drive me completely crazy?'
'Damn,' Dan thought again. 'If only the old man hadn't come
knocking on the door...well at least not for another hour or so.'
He then reminded himself for what seemed like the hundreth time that
day that Zoe Busiek, who was already looking after her deceased
sisters three children, didn't need an ex-convict messing up her
life. Maybe he thought, Mr. Pocket-Protector, was just the kinda of
guy she needed.
A small voice inside him laughed.