Title: A Guilty Conscience

Rating: G

Disclaimers: Zorro and all other related characters do not belong to me and they are not being used for any profit whatsoever.

Notes: I am currently editing (and writing new) stories for this fandom. I figured with the release of the DVDs coming up this month there would be people surfing around for fanfic. I am very excited to see the outtakes myself! :D

The man leapt from his horse onto the tavern roof. He desperately needed someone to talk to. The death of a man weighed heavily on his mind.
He found her cleaning up the kitchen and smiled as she sighed in frustration at the hair falling into her eyes. "A woman's beauty is always something to behold."

Victoria Escalante jumped at the voice and turned around. "Zorro!"

In one, swift motion he was standing next to her, holding her in his arms. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's all right," she replied. "I was just thinking."


She looked into his beautiful orbs. She could still see pain in them from earlier that morning. "You."

"Is that so?"

"Si. I know you. You are blaming yourself for that man's death still! It wasn't your fault, Zorro!"

He sighed and turned away. "Then why do I feel this way? I swore that I would protect these people and bring the evils of this world to justice. Saragossa s death should not have happened!"

"No, it should not have. But then, neither should the tyranny that is going on in this pueblo! Everyone who lives here believes you are innocent of this man's death. He fell on his own knife because of his hatred for you! He made that choice and he will answer to God."

Zorro stared into the eyes of the woman he loved. She was so very right. He took her hands in his and kissed them, then brought his lips to hers.

"Senorita Escalante, I was wondering... Zorro!"

"Sergeant Mendoza," Zorro said. "Good evening. I don't suppose you could quietly leave without sounding the alarm."

Mendoza shook his head. "Forgive me, but the Alcalde would have my head if he found out you were here and I didn't try to stop you."

"Very well, Sergeant."

"Wait!" Zorro had been about to punch him. "You don't really want to do that, do you?" Victoria asked him.

"I guess not. Go ahead, Sergeant, sound the alarm."

"Gracias, Zorro," he replied, rushing out the door.

He smiled warmly at her. "Gracias, querida," he whispered, kissing her hand.

"De nada."

Zorro jumped up to the window, turning to face her. He saluted and was gone. Victoria sighed. "Adios, querido."