This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 2002.  Warning: Adult Content!!

Consummate Steele - Part I

Author's note:  This is my 2nd addition to Premium Steele.  The "what did happen" after Mildred and the garlic farmer went home and Gone With the Wind got put on pause. 

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    Laura turned in Remington's arms to give him easier access to her lips.   She put her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her.  Remington deepened the kiss and allowed his tongue free reign in Laura's mouth.  His free hand went to her hair and wound it around his fingers. 

    "You don't give a damn huh?"  Laura said throatily.

    "Well I didn't but I sure do now." he replied deeply.

    Laura was feeling restless and knew the reason.  She wanted him and she wanted to be alone with him.   She stood on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.  "Get rid of Mildred and Lester."

    The heat in her voice and in his ear made him instinctively squeeze her to him.  He looked into her eyes for confirmation that he'd heard her right.  She smiled up at him and nodded her head.  "You heard me right.  It's time we said goodnight to our guests and sent them on their way."

    The grin that spread across Remington's face almost took it over.  "Getting sleepy Laura?"  

    She kissed him then ran her tongue along his bottom lip.  His eyes darkened to a deep blue and he sucked in his breath.

    "Not sleepy, but I want to go to bed."  She confirmed.

    "Consider them gone."  Remington said quickly and pulled Laura behind him.  He had to concentrate on not running into the house. 

    Remington went to his bedroom closet and pulled Mildred's wrap and Lester's overcoat from the closet.   "As much as I'd love to take advantage of our newly acquired viewing status, I'm afraid we must bring our evening to a premature end."

    Lester looked overwhelmed as he turned toward Mildred.  "What did he say?"

    Mildred looked at Remington and then to Laura.  She smiled knowingly.  "He said we're calling it a night." Mildred translated.

    Remington smiled gratefully at Mildred and slipped the wrap on her shoulders.  "Can't put anything past you can we Mildred."  Remington winked.

    "Not in this lifetime."  Mildred chuckled.

    "Catch you in the morning Chief, Miss Holt."  Mildred said walking in front of Lester to the door.

    "Not too early Mildred."  Laura called after her.

    They said goodbye to Lester Shane and wished him well on his flight home.  When the door closed Remington turned around and eyed Laura erotically.  He took a step toward her then stopped.   Laura looked at him quizzically.  "What's wrong?"

    Remington held a hand up and looked around.  Satisfied he smiled and closed the distance between them.  He pulled her firmly against him and kissed her passionately.  "Just waiting for the doorbell to chime, the phone to ring, a bullet to come flying in the window." 

    "I don't care what's going on around us.  There's only one thing on my mind tonight Mr. Steele."

    "Oh?  And what would that be Miss Holt?"

    "You, me and that big bed in there."  Laura said pointing to his bedroom.

    "That's one thing I've always loved about you Laura.  When you decide on a course of action you're relentless."  Remington said picking her up and heading toward his bedroom.

    Remington stopped shy of his bed and set Laura on her feet.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.  "You're sure about this?"  he said seriously.

    Laura looked up and nodded.  "Yes, Remington, I am.  It's time we finished what we started in the motel room.  Today is another day and I find that my feelings have only gotten stronger.  I'm committed to consummating our relationship and I want it to happen tonight.  So, what do you say to that?" 

    Remington closed his eyes and would've pinched himself if his hands weren't wrapped around her.  This was the moment he'd been waiting three, long years for.  She'd just given them the green light to make love.  What did he say to that?

    "Laura, I say I'm utterly crazy about you.  I say I've wanted you since the night you gave Ben Pearson a limo ride home.  And most of all, I want to spend the entire night expressing to you how much I desire you."

    Laura released the breath she'd been holding and smiled.  She ran her hand up his shirt and slowly, sensuously unbuttoned it.  Pulling his shirt open she slid her hands in and ran them along his chest.  It felt incredible to finally touch him like she wanted.   Their getting together had been an eternity.  So many dreams had gone by that now, this moment felt like a hallucination.

    As if he'd read her mind Remington tilted her face up and rubber her chin with his thumb.  "This is real Laura I assure you."

    "It feels right but I keep expecting to hear my alarm clock, or a telephone or a doorbell or you coming into my office."

    "I know." He kissed her lightly.  "I'm in awe that we're really going to do this.  We're finally going to make love."

    "It's going to be awkward isn't it?"  She said nervously.  "I mean we've been wanting this for so long and now we're getting to the point of no return."

    "There's only one way to find out Laura." 

    He lowered his head and claimed her mouth for a searing kiss.  It was a kiss meant to leave his essence on her mind, heart and soul.  Laura felt her knees give way but he was there to catch her fall.  He buried his lips in the crook of her neck and licked softly.   Laura moaned loudly and swayed against him.  She was slowly coming undone by everything about him:  His scent, his voice, his hands and most assuredly his body.

    "You've got to stop doing that."

    "Doing what darling?" Remington breathed.

    "Stop hitting my erogenous zones.  It isn't fair, I don't know any of yours yet."

    "I'm an open book, Laura.  I encourage you to read to your heart's content."

    Laura pulled his shirt off and let it slip to the floor.  She ran her hands over every inch of him above his waist.  He stood immobile as she learned her way around his body.  She paid attention to certain areas that caused his breath to quicken or his hands or jaw to clench.  The power she had was making her heady and soon she had him as weak kneed as she had been.  When she reached for the belt to his pants he stopped her.

    "Uh uh.  Before you go in search of, we've got to get you dressed for the part.  Or should I say undressed?" 

    Remington's hand snaked under her sweater and roamed over her lace bra.  When his finger came in contact with her breast she sucked in a breath.  He grinned wickedly as he ran his thumb over her sensitive skin.

    "I take it you like this?"  He heard her moan and bit his lower lip in concentration.

    "Yes," Laura said, raggedly.

    "Well my love, just wait till you see what I do next."    

To Be Continued

This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 2002.  Warning:  Adult Content!!

Consummate Steele - Part II

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Remington pulled away from Laura and disappeared into the living room.  She was baffled.  What on Earth he was doing?  A moment ago he'd been stroking her and promising all sorts of wicked things.  Now, he'd left her standing there without a word and incredibly aroused.  If this was his idea of torture, it was working!
    "Um hello?"  Laura called out.
    "Be right with you," Came the reply.
    "Righty ho," Laura mimicked sarcastically.  "Boy, talk about ridden hard and put away wet.  Well, maybe not the ridden hard part.  At least not yet, but a girl can hope," Laura said aloud.
    "Here we are," Remington said coming back into the room waving a tape in his hand.
    Laura quirked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.  "You left me high and dry for a bloody tape?" 
    "Not just any tape, wait and see," he grinned and popped it into his tape deck. 
    While he was waiting for it to start he turned the lights down.  Laura was trying not to feel like she'd been left hanging, but it was difficult.  His abrupt shift in momentum left her perplexed.
    "Aren't we going about this a bit backwards?" 
Remington gathered her in his arms.  "Patience Laura, it will be worth your while I promise." 
    The tape began to play and the room filled with the strains of a melodic, sexually charged song that she instantly recognized.  After a few moments Laura's jaw dropped and she stared at at   him.  "Where did you get this?"  She whispered.  "How did you know I liked..."
    "Love on a Real Train by Tangerine Dream?"
    "Yes,"  Laura breathed as her eyes fluttered shut.  "This song makes me feel like I'm floating.  It's beyond mood music and..."
    Remington traced a finger down her face.  He leaned in and whispered.  "You've always wanted to make love while playing it?"
    "Yes,"  Laura admitted slowly.  "But, you never mentioned how you knew."
    "I must confess; I was looking for a pad in your loft and came across this on your bedstand.  I was able to find a few and made a tape for you.  Now seems an appropriate time to give it to you.  Especially since this was the purpose you wanted them for eh?"
    Laura blushed.  She remembered scribbling down the names of a few songs while listening to the radio one night.  She'd loved them so much she was going to buy them on the next trip to the record store.  She'd even written "Songs to love by" on the pad next to the list.  When she'd heard "Love on a Real Train" it instantly made her think of making love.  The song oozed sensuality and she found herself dreaming of what it would be like to make love on a train.  "Moments In Love" by Art of Noise evoked images of her and Remington together.  She'd gone to bed that night wondering what it would be like with him.  Now they were here, in the flesh, about to make her fantasy a reality in every way.  It was beyond a turn on that he'd made the tape for her.  She melted against him. 
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  "You are incredible.  Thank you for making my dreams a reality."
    He swayed slowly with her in his arms and smiled with such heat, she could feel her insides tighten.  "What else have you fantasized about?"  He whispered. 
    "Moments in love," Laura said dreamily when the song began to play.  Her eyes flew open when she realized she'd spoken.  Laura ran her hands through his hair. "I think I'm too embarrassed now to tell you." 
    Remington's hands were securely under Laura's bottom as he undulated in time to the music.  "So show me."
    Laura looked down at him and despite her momentary bout of self-consciousness, felt heady with desire.   She ran her hands over his chest and neck.  Suddenly the playful banter stopped.  They both wanted more.  Remington sat Laura on her feet and finished undressing her.  She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander with the music.   Her breath quickened as he reached behind her to undo her skirt.  Slowly, he put a hand on each side of her waist, pulling the material down her hips.   It landed in a heap at her feet.  Next he knelt before her and relieved her of her pantyhose.  He was eye level with her satin and lace panties and she could feel his warm breath against her.  Laura couldn't help herself; she looked down and watched as he eased them down.  He stood up and removed her bra.
    "This was the picture I was looking for," he mused. 
    Laura was standing totally nude before him and oddly, she wasn't uncomfortable.  The depth of emotion she saw in his eyes gave her strength, and power.
    "Is it worth a thousand words?"  Laura joked.
    "Shall I count the ways your body arouses me?"  He moaned when she reached for him.
    It was Laura's turn and she made slow, agonizing progress removing all his clothes.  By the time she was done he was practically shaking with need.
    "God Laura, I want you," he pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair.
    "I want you too.  But right now I wish I had a name to call you, other than Remington or Mr. Steele.  At the moment, they both seem so...inappropriate."
    "Just call me yours," Remington smiled and took her hand in his.  He gently pulled her with him toward the bed. 
    When he got there he sat down and pulled her up against him.  He buried his head in her stomach and breathed her scent.  He looked up at her and knew at that moment that she held his heart in her hands. 
    "Hell hath no fury..."
    "Like a woman scorned?"  Laura finished.
    He shook his head and leaned back pulling her on top of him.  "Like a man in love."
    Laura felt her heart do sommersaults in her chest and her stomach twitch.  "You...love me?"
    "Do you doubt it?  Laura, I've done paperwork for God's sake.  If that isn't telling you I love you, I don't know what is."
    "I never thought...even if you did...I never thought you'd say it," her voice caught in her throat.
    "I wanted you to know now instead of a few minutes from now.  I thought it would be more believable that way."
    "Anytime you tell me you love me, I'll believe it," Laura promised.  "Tell me again."
    "I love you Laura," Remington said and turned her over and under him.
    "Goodness, I hope so,  I'd hate to be in love alone," Laura smiled.
    "You'll never be alone again Laura," he promised.
    Remington set to work stoking the embers of their already simmering passion.  He stroked Laura as patiently as a doctor examining a patient.  It was some time later when he remembered to broach the subject of birth control. 
    "Uh, Laura, are you on the pill?"
    "No.  It's been so long I stopped taking them.  Do you have a condom?"
    "Sure.  Won't be but a moment,"  he hopped up and went to the bathroom.  Pulling a box out of the medicine cabinet, Remington grabbed a foil packet and went back to the bed.
    "I checked the expiration date, we're safe," he winked.
    After taking care of things, he picked up where he'd left off.  Slowly, he built her up again and when she was at a fevered pitch and almost delirious with need, he took her.  It was a slow, gentle process because it had been quite some time for them both.  Concentration was paramount; he didn't want it over before it had begun.  He was the epitomy of patience and caring and soon had them both climbing toward blissful release.
    "You're driving me insane," Laura moaned.
    "But what a drive," Remington said raggedly.
    He turned over and positioned Laura above him.  Her muscles were protesting slightly to the first sexual encounter they'd had in years.  She pleaded silently that they not pay her back with a muscle cramp.  As she moved steadily above him it became clear that she'd have no problems keeping their pace.  Remington grabbed Laura's waist and shortened her movements.  They were instantly granted with more intense pleasure.  Soon both were ready to lose themselves in the throes of release. 
    Remington muttered an apology and rolled Laura under him.  "My turn to drive," he put both hands on either side of her head and concentrated his efforts on catapulting them towards screams of passion.  Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders.  She'd never felt this incredible; the tenseness steadily building within her was going to unravel her soul.  Seconds later she was past her breaking point and couldn't take the blissful torment any longer.
    "Please," she sobbed.  Please end this.  It's torture." 
    Remington opened his eyes and looked down at her.  There were tears glistening in her eyes and her lips were trembling.  She was pleading with him for release and he was most assuredly going to give it to her.
    "Hold on to me, love." Remington instructed.
    Laura used what little strength she had left to grasp him even tighter.  He held himself up on his forearms and drove into her with decisive, forceful movements.  In seconds, Laura's head was reeling and she was screaming out in pleasure.  Hearing Laura's hoarse yell was enough to send him barreling behind her.  He roared out and promptly collapsed on top of her.  They were both quiet for a few minutes, each concentrating on breathing and rational thought.
    "If I tell you that was the most incredible lovemaking I've ever had, would you believe me?"  Remington said raggedly.
    "Considering your varied tastes and colorful past?"
    "Laura, I'm being honest and you're doubting my sincerity?  Lord, you didn't step out of character long, did you?"  He grumbled.
    "I'm kidding," Laura yawned.  "Of course I believe you."
    "Good.  Because for a moment, I was tempted to turn you over my knee and give you a good thrashing."
    Laura used her last few ounces of strength to raise her head off her pillow.  "Promise?" 
    Remington smiled and almost collapsed from the effort.  "You're a wicked woman - I like that," he said sleepily.
    "Is your alarm set?"
    "Laura, if you think Mildred's going to see us before noon, you've gone bizerk."
    "Don't get the underwear you're not wearing in a bunch.  I was merely going to suggest you turn it off, while we still had the strength to reach it."
    "Oh, point taken," Remington rolled off Laura, slid the switched the alarm off then went face down into the pillow.  Goodnight, Laura."
    "Good night, unidentified man."  Laura snuggled into his side.
    "We are not amused," he yawned loudly.  "When I scrounge up enough energy, I'm coming after you."
    "I'll be right over here waiting, Mr. Steele." Laura shot back before drifting into a satiated sleep.   

The End

This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 1999.

Remington and Laura are model parents, but is it enough to ease a troubled teenager?

Steele Coming of Age - Part I

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    Dinner at the Steele household was always a special time for Laura.  She loved sitting down as a family and sharing everyone's events of the day.  She remembered at time when she was young, her parents, Francis and her used to sit around the table discussing what happened to each of them that day.  There was never a loss of topics to discuss since the Holt family seemed to have varying interests.  She was snapped back into the present as Remington asked her to pass him a dish of wild rice.

    Laura passed the dish and Remington smiled and thanked her.  She felt her face grow warm.  In all these years Laura thought, he'd never lose his ability to warm her to her toes with one smile.  Laura looked across at her two children and felt her heart burst with pride.  Trevor, her oldest child and only son was 15.  He was an excellent student and excelled at sports.  He could also charm the socks off any woman from aged 6 months to 60.  He was the splitting image of his father except that he didn't have Remington's sapphire blue eyes.  Trevor had green eyes that possessed the same deep dramatic hue that his father's eyes seemed to have.   To see the two of them together was quite a sight.  Most women took a few seconds to recover from the blatant handsomeness that her two men of Steele seemed to exude.  She didn't want to begin to think what a hard time they'd have with the opposite sex once he became a man.  Laura grimaced as she thought of all the young girls ringing their phone as it was.

    Then Laura looked at her youngest child, her only daughter.  Traci was 12 and the most serene girl she'd ever known.  She was a calm as Laura had been brass as a child.  Traci was as smart as a whip.  She excelled at science and math and loved to be creative.  She could play the piano as well as anyone Laura had ever heard and Laura never tired of Traci's ability to enthrall a room with her stories.   She was the best storyteller Laura had ever heard, next to her father.  Traci was a mixture of both her mother and father.  She inherited her mother's long, thick brown hair and freckles.  Her father had contributed his height and athletic build. Her eyes were hazel with flecks of green.  She was a beautiful looking girl with looks that would rival both her parents with she got older.  Laura was indeed blessed with healthy, intelligent, beautiful children and she felt that she was the luckiest woman on earth.  She had a wonderful, loving husband, two children that were the center of   both her and Remington's world, and a successful detective agency that she'd built from the ground up.  What more could she ask for?  She would soon find out.  The telephone rang and interrupted one of Traci's stories about an Irish woman that had fallen in love with an English Duke and scandalized her family.

    Laura excused herself and went to answer it.  "Steele residence.   Yes, this is she.  What?  I see.  Uh yes, tomorrow would be just fine.  Yes, we will both be there."  Laura hung up the telephone and made her way back to the table.  She sat down heavily. 

    Remington looked at his wife and was immediately alert.  "Laura, who rang?" 

    Laura looked silently at her son and asked him who he thought that was. 

    "How would I know mom?   Someone trying to sell something?" 

    Laura's mouth had gone into the thin line that Remington and her kids knew well.  It was the line that told them that something was wrong and Laura was about to go "Detective" on them, as her daughter and son had dubbed the look. 

    "Trevor, that was Mr. Bolmeyer's office calling.  It seems that you didn't turn in the evaluation report that they sent home with you three days ago.  You know the one that required your parent's signature?   And the one that requested a meeting with your father and I?"

    Remington looked astonished as he looked from Laura to his son.   "Trevor, what's this about eh?  Why weren't your mother and I told about this report?  Better still, why was there a NEED for the report to be sent in the first place?" 

    Trevor shifted uncomfortably in his chair and refused to meet his parent's gazes.  "Nothing much Dad, I didn't think it was that big a deal that's all." 

    Remington eyed Laura and then his son.  "Oh YOU didn't think it was a big deal?  Well perhaps you'll let your mother and I decide what is and isn't a big deal eh?  Now, kindly go get this report and bring it to us, we will be in the study," 

    For a moment Trevor looked as though he might defy his father but the look Remington gave him suggested he rethink his spur of the moment decision.

    Laura looked at their daughter.  "Traci, would you mind clearing these dishes away for us?  We need to talk to Trevor for awhile," 

    Traci gave her parents a knowing look and started taking the dinner dishes to the kitchen.  Once in the study Laura gave her husband a concerned look. 

    "What is this all about?" 

    Remington sat down at his desk and shrugged his shoulder's.   "I don't have the slightest idea Laura but we will get to the bottom of this and right now," 

    Trevor came in to the study, handed his father the report and took a seat on the couch farthest away from his father's desk.  The study was usually reserved as Remington's "get away from it all" domain and the place where only serious conversation's took place.  Most family meetings were in their family room.   Trevor had his head down and was mentally preparing himself for what would happen next.

    Remington eyed the report, his expression turning more grim by the minute.  When he was done he handed the report to his wife and waited.  They both felt it was important to deal with their kids together, as a united front.  Most serious discussions were done by both parents unless there was a need to address a situation immediately and one parent wasn't there.  If that happened the missing parent would usually agree on the course of action taking by their spouse.  Laura looked at her son and went to sit on the couch across from him. 

   "Trevor, I can read what is on the report but I am having a hard time believing what I see.  This report says that your grades are slipping and that they have been for the last two semesters.  It also says that you are being disruptive in class and have gotten into a verbal disagreement with one of your teachers.  Would you care to tell your father and I why you tried to hide this from us?"

    Trevor immediately took the defensive.  "There's nothing to tell mom.   I just have had some stuff going on at school but its nothing that I can't handle," 

    Remington quirked an eyebrow.  "Apparently you can't handle the situation Trevor, that's why we've been notified about it.  What's going on?  You have always been an A student, there is no reason for your grades to start slipping and for you to be getting into arguments with your teacher's.  That's not like you at all son so tell us what's wrong.  We are here for you and we want to help," 

    "Look Dad, I don't need you both interfering.  I said I'd do better and I will, it's not like I need a Detective so butt out!"

    At that Remington was on his feet and approaching his son. 

    "Look Trevor, I can see your upset over something.  But there is no reason for you to take that tone of voice with us.  We are you parents and we love you.  You have never had a problem with your school work before and we don't want you to start now.  If you won't talk to us about this now that is your prerogative, but make no mistake Trevor Steele,  your mother and I will be at your school tomorrow to speak with the head master," 

    Trevor looked at both his parents and left the room. 

    Laura looked at Remington with utter disbelief.  "What was that all about?  I can see something is upsetting him, why won't he talk about it?" 

    Remington went to Laura and put his arms around her.  "I don't know, love.  Maybe its just a phase he's going through.  Some teenage crisis no doubt.  But whatever it is, we can't let it start effecting his school work." 

    Laura nodded and let Remington hold her for awhile before they headed into the kitchen to clean up.

To be continued...

 

 

This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 1999.

Laura and Remington attempt to get to the bottom of Trevor's sudden behavior change.

Steele Coming of Age - Part II

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     The Steeles walked in the reception area of Mr. Bolmeyer's office with their son in tow.  He looked like he'd rather be having a root canal than be where he was now.  Mr. Bolmeyer's assistant greeted the family warmly. 

    "Hello and Mr. & Mrs. Steele, I'm happy to see you."

    Remington extended his hand in greeting. "Ah yes, Good morning Mrs. Everett, my wife and I are indeed enthused to see you as well, it is unfortunate however that it had to be under these circumstances." 

    Remington looked toward his son as if to emphasize his discomfort.  Trevor avoided his father's hard stare and focused his attention on his tennis shoes.

    "Mr. and Mrs. Steele, Trevor, Mr. Bolmeyer is ready for you so just go right in." 

    Laura thanked the woman and went in the door being held open by her husband.  Mr. Bolmeyer was seated at his desk, looking stern, which was no surprise Laura thought to herself.  Every time she saw the man he always wore the same serious expression.  Did the man ever smile? She wondered.  The man in question rose from his seat and came around his desk to greet the Steele's.  Once everyone was seated he moved back to his chair and sat down.  There was a folder in front of him that he opened and silently studied for a moment.  Remington shifted uneasily in his chair.  This whole scene brought back some uncomfortable memories from his youth.   He felt as if time had taken him back over thirty five years and he was the errant school boy sitting in front of his head master.  Remington had been in an exclusive boy's school for a brief time when he was Trevor's age.  It was a well to do school in London.  The "family" he was staying with at the time enrolled him when they found out that all his tuition, room and board and other expenses would be covered by the government.  There was also an allowance his guardians received, on his behalf of course for any spending money that he may need.  Of course he never saw that money but no matter.

    He remembered all too well how much he detested the school and the people in it.  Intellectually he could keep up with the best of them.  Emotionally he was not used to being in such a structured environment where rules and expectations were over abundant.  Everyone knew his financial and lineage status and the kids didn't hesitate to make him feel the outsider.  The took pleasure in tormenting him about his being poor and having no real family to call his own.  The teachers would intervene if they happened to overhear this taunts but the ridicule was too often for Remington to go and tell the adults.  Finally he'd had a belly full of the other boys insults and lashed out.  He was caught fighting one of the ringleaders of his torment.  Both him and the bully were reprimanded, sent to bed without supper and given chores to do.  Remington was used to all those conditions so it didn't have the desired effect on him his superiors had hoped for.  He grinned in memory as his remembered that his "tormentor" was reduced to a sniveling mass tears after his punishment.  Remington ended up running away from the school and his "family" after a little over a year.  But then again that too was common place.

    Laura looked over and noticed the look of sadness on her husband's face.  It was a look he often wore when he thought too heavily about his past.  She reached out and touched his shoulder.  He was immediately brought back to the present.  His eyes glazed over for a moment and then returned to their usual color of a calm sea.  He smiled briefly at his wife to indicate that he had ended his reverie.  They both turned back to Mr. Bolmeyer and waited for him to start the meeting.

   Remington opened the front door and allowed his wife and son to enter.  He shut the door behind him and removed his sunglasses and put them, along with his keys, on a table in the foyer.  Traci heard them come in and bounded down the steps into the hall. 

   "Hello Mum, Father," 

    Remington immediately smiled.  Traci loved to imitate British vernacular.  She occasionally slipped and used a British word for something in place of the American word.  They'd given up correcting her when it happened, considering that they all did it now and again.  Even Laura, which was the funniest thing of all.  Remington went to hug his daughter. 

    "Hello there, snickerdoodle, how's my girl?" 

    Traci made a face as she returned her father's hug. 

    "Oh really, daddy, must you call me that?  It's so juvenile.  I mean I am a pre-teen, you know,"  Traci said in mock disgust. 

    Laura smiled at her feisty daughter.  So much like me.  Laura mused to herself.  She loved when her dad called her pet names, as much as Laura did when her dad used to do it.  They both would protest, pretended to be offended since they were so "grown up".  Truth is Laura had loved it as much as Traci did now.  Some things truly did stay the same.

    "So, Trevor in for it or what?"  Traci said with too much enthusiasm to be genuinely concerned. 

    "Go drop off a cliff you little brat,"  Trevor said with anger. 

    Traci wasn't the least bit intimidated by his sudden surge of anger. 

    "Don't take your anger out on me Trev cause YOU got a dress down in front of Mom and Dad," 

    Trevor's face got flushed as he lunged at his younger sibling. 

    "Shut up Traci or I'll make you sorry you opened your big mouth," 

    Traci saw him coming and side stepped his charge.  She ran behind her mother for protection. 

    "Mom, tell Trevor to lay off before I hurt him,"  Trevor looked outraged. 

    "Hurt me?  Why you little twirp I'll..."

    At that Remington grabbed the back of his son's collar to hold him in place.  

    "All right you two, enough!  Traci, shouldn't you be doing homework?"  

    Traci reluctantly agreed that she did in fact have homework to do and went back upstairs to do it.  Remington eyed his son. 

    "Now then Trevor I believe you have chores to take care of and some school work to make up for since we spent the better part of the morning listening to Mr. Bolmeyer recount your laundry list of escapades at school.  Go on, off you get," 

    Trevor looked at his parents and huffed into the kitchen to start his housework.

    Laura and Remington tiredly went into the family room and collapsed on the couch.   Laura took off her shoes and without having to ask, Remington absently picked up one of her feet and began messaging it.  Laura sighed and closed her eyes.  

    "Umm, that feels heavenly, as usual,"  Remington smiled at his wife.  

    "Well you know me, there's no end to what I'll do to make my wife moan,"   He leaned down then to kiss Laura. 

    She put her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with fervor.  It had been too long since they'd made time for themselves.  Remington was leaning Laura further down on the couch when they heard a crash from the kitchen.  Remington broke the kiss and looked at his wife.  

    "Do you want to go or shall I?"  Laura kissed him again before easing up off the couch. 

    "I'll go see what's going on,"  Laura headed for the kitchen but then turned around to look at Remington.  "Don't lose my place," Laura with meaning. 

    Remington smiled and nodded.  "Oh believe me, I'll hold it for you Mrs. Steele,"

    Laura went down the long hallway that led into their kitchen.  In the middle of the kitchen was a broken dish and her two children sprawled out on the floor in a wrestler's embrace.  Laura ran for her kids and attempted to break them up.  

    "Stop it right now you two!  Trevor, Traci enough of this, break it up!"  Laura pryed her kids apart and helped them both to their feet.    "Just what do the two of you think your doing?  You know we don't allow you two to fight with each other so what's going on here?"  Laura demanded and she looked between her son and daughter. 

    Neither one made move to speak up so Laura turned to her son. 

    "Trevor, I want an answer and I want it now!  Why are you fighting with your sister?  She's smaller than you and you know we've told you not to hit her," 

    Traci protested loudly.  "Mother, I'm not that much smaller than him and I can take care of myself!" 

    Laura sent her daughter a warning look that suggested she not push her luck.  Her daughter wisely kept quiet.  

    Laura turned her attention to her son.  "Trevor, answer me," 

    "She started it mom, I was in here minding my business, doing my chores and Traci came in making fun of me for getting in trouble at school.   She started saying that I was going to end up as dumb as Joey and Frank if I kept hanging out with them.  I told her not to make fun of my friends but she just kept on and on so I pushed her.  She pushed me back and I dropped the plate I was drying.   See, I told you it was all her fault!"  Laura ran her hands thru her hair and tried to calm down, it didn't work. 

    "Who are Joey and Frank Trevor?"  

    "Just the two stupidest and most losery guys in his school mom,"  Traci spoke up. 

    "Shut up Traci you don't know what your talking about," 

    "Oh yes I do Mom, Cissy's brother goes to Trevor's school and he's always telling her about those two guys being big bullies and not doing their school work.   They've even been expelled before," 

    Trevor tried to lung at Traci but Laura pulled him away from her. 

    "Trevor stop it!  Now, would you mind telling me why you are associating with two delinquents?" 

    "They aren't delinquents mom, why do you have to believe everything Traci says anyway?"  

    Laura eyed her son, "Maybe because Traci has never lied to me.  You haven't either up until now Trevor so what does that say about your behavior?"

    Trevor remained silent. 

    "I'll tell you what it says to me Trevor, it says that three things have been introduced into your life lately, those two boys, your grades slipping at school and you attempting to keep these things a secret from your parents.  That isn't like you at all Trevor.  You've never lied to us before and I don't think I care for this new trend of behavior from you.  How long have you been hanging around this Frank and Joey?" 

    Trevor looked at the floor as he spoke.   "A few months that's all," 

    "And we know for certain that shortly after that your grades started to slip.   If these two boys were positive influences, you would have brought them home for us to meet by now.  That you haven't done so speaks volumes Trevor.  It tells me that you need to stop hanging around them and spend more time concentrating on your school work," 

    Trevor shouted his protest.  "But mom that's not fair!  You can't tell me who I can and can't hang around!  I'm not a little kid anymore and I don't have to do what you say all the time!  Joey and Frank are my friends and you can't make me stop seeing them,"

    Before Laura could react to her son's adamant outburst Remington rushed past her and hauled his son up by his collar. 

    "That's enough from you Trevor!  Don't you ever speak to your mother in that tone of voice again and I bloody well mean NEVER!   You have been disrespectful to your mother, sister and I for the last time do you follow me?  Since you want to shoot off at the mouth, get into trouble at school and lie to your parents it's obvious you need to be away from us for awhile and get yourself together," 

    Trevor looked at his father warily.   "Yeah well maybe I do.  I think I'll go spend a few days at my friends house and think things through," 

    Remington shook his head at his son.  "Oh no you don't mate, I've got a better idea for you; we are taking a little trip.  You want to be on your own for awhile?  I will be more than happy to oblige.  Now I suggest you go get your case packed and you'd better make sure you take some warm clothes, you'll need them where we're headed,"  

    Trevor didn't know if his father was bluffing or not but something told him not to challenge his father further.  He huffed off and went upstairs.  Traci had been rooted to her space.  She'd never seen her father so mad in her young life.  She knew that he'd come dangerously close to hitting Trevor but she knew he'd never do it.  Their parents didn't believe in physical punishment so she and Trevor usually got privileges taken away when they were bad.

    Traci decided to make herself scarce so she retreated to her bedroom.  When she'd gone Laura let out the breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding.  She knew that they'd come real close to popping Trevor one good time, but she knew they'd never do it.  She had never had such a heated confrontation with one of her children before and she didn't care for it one bit.  She honestly didn't know what she would have done if Remington hadn't come in when he did.  She was thankful though Remington had come up with a solution to their son's recent addititude problem.  The question was, what the hell was it?  She asked her husband just that.

    Remington leaned heavily against the counter and put his head in his hands.   He'd been shocked beyond words at hearing his son screaming at Laura as he had.  Never in a million years could he imagine that his son would act in such a way.  Sure Remington knew that there would be rough waters ahead as Trevor navigated the "teen years"  he just wasn't prepared for such a major change from their straight A honor roll student with the polite manners and loving nature to the troubled, disrespectful teen that he'd seen and heard a minute ago.  It reminded him too much of him at his son's age and he didn't like that one damn bit!

    Remington realized just then that Laura had asked him a question and he'd yet to answer her.

    "I'm sorry love, I am just shaken up by that whole scene a moment ago," 

    Laura went and leaned against the counter next to Remington.   "Tell me about it.  Never in my life would I have thought our son would act like he just did.  I suspected some rebellion from him as a teen but never this," 

    Remington put his arms around his wife and held her for a few moments.  He then pulled her with him to the study.   Once there Remington picked up the phone and dialed a number.  Laura sat on the table top and watched him with curiosity.  Obviously someone picked up because Remington began talking.

    "Hello?  Ah Mrs. Waverly, good to hear your voice as well love.   Yes, yes Laura is doing wonderful.  What's that?  Oh the kids are just fine as well.  I was wondering, is....thank you Mrs. Waverly," 

    Laura was just about to speak up when Remington held his hand up for her to wait a moment.  

    "Hello there old boy.  I know...it's been too long.  Yes, yes everyone is fine, well almost everyone.  I am thinking that Trevor and I need to come up for a visit.  Well not actually, it would appear that Trevor's going through a bit of a rough spot at the moment.   Oh no nothing like that, some chaps at school, wrong crowd and all.  I don't know yet but I'll have it figured out by the time we get there ok?  I know, it's good to hear your voice as well.  Ok, I will, ok, bye-bye," 

    Remington hung up the phone and looked at his wife. 

    She had a perplexed look on her face.  "Care to tell me what your up to darling?  Why are you taking Trevor to London?"     

    Remington looked at his wife with a look she didn't see often.  It was a look Remington wore when he was about to undertake something that would require some work on his part. 

    "Well darling I thought it was high time that Trevor see where his father grew up.  I plan to make this an educational trip, sort of a father-son pilgrimage, one I'm sure he won't forget anytime in the near future.  Besides that, it's been quite some time since he's seen his Grandfather Daniel, wouldn't you agree?"

To be continued...

 

 

This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 1999.

Remington and Trevor go to visit Daniel.  Remington decides to tell Trevor about his past.

Steele Coming of Age - Part III

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     Remington looked over at his sleeping son and smiled.  The plane ride was pleasant enough, first class usually was, but Trevor had never liked being confined for long stretches of time.  He took this opportunity to study him, Trevor was like him in so many ways.  In looks, his drive to conquer any adversities put before him, he'd inherited his father's abilities in culinary masterpieces and above all his ability to charm the shoe strings untied on any woman he came in contact with.  Remington chuckled at that last one, Laura would beg to differ but from the first moment they'd met she'd been as smitten with him as he'd been with her.  He reminded himself that he would never in a lifetime have believed the turn of events that brought, and kept him and Laura together.  It baffled him, simply baffled him.   He'd finally settled down, stopped running and had made a home with the woman he loved to distraction, created the two most wonderful children anyone could ask for and had become a name to be reckoned with in the law community.  Yes, he knew he was blessed more than most would ever be, the problem was how to deal with whatever was plaguing his teenage son.  He vowed he would get to the bottom of it while they were visiting Daniel.  He hoped that Daniel may be able to get Trevor to open up, Daniel had a way of getting people to divulge any information he wanted them to.  He was the epitome of a smooth talker and he had taught Remington all he knew, but there were just some things that were inbred.

    The light for seat belts chimed as the flight attendants were making there rounds to let the passengers know they'd be landing soon.  Remington fastened his seat belt and leaned over to wake his son up. 

    "Trevor, wake up, we'll be landing soon,"  

    Trevor stretched and opened one eye to look at his father.  He hated being couped up for long stretches of time and couldn't wait to be off this plane.  He hadn't seen his grandfather for two years and truth be told, he was looking forward to visiting with him.  His grandfather always had a story to tell.  He and Traci never tired of hearing about Daniel's colorful past for Daniel was an excellent story teller.  He made everything seem so exciting, even his misfortunes weren't that bad because Daniel always managed to come out on top. 

    Remington and Trevor made their way to pick up their luggage.  As they were pulling their bags from the baggage carousel they heard a voice filled with mirth behind them. 

    "I say, you two chaps need a hand?"  Remington and Trevor turned around to see a beaming Daniel standing behind them. 

    "Daniel!   Grandfather!"  The two Steele's said in unison. 

    They pulled the rest of their bags to the side and went to embrace Daniel.  He returned each of their hugs with a hearty one of his own and a pat on the back. 

    "Good to see you both.   It's been quite a while since I've seen you two rogues,"  Daniel laughed as he ushered his son and grandson out of Heathrow Airport.   

    "The car is just outside, paid a chap to watch it for me.  I hope he doesn't make off with it, that'd be a dreadful inconvenience," 

    Daniel made his way to the rear of the car and opened the boot.  The porter in attendence put the cases in and thanked Daniel at the handsome tip he'd received.  Remington looked surprised as Daniel made his way to the driver's side and climbed in.  Remington and Trevor got in and Daniel pulled off and headed toward the M4.

    Remington looked over at his father and sent him a quizzical look.  "I say Daniel, where is Jenkins?  Give him the day off did you?" 

    Daniel's shoulder's shook as he looked briefly at his son.  "No my boy and believe me he was quite put out when I insisted on driving myself to pick you gents up.  Threw a fit he did, but I always end up winning in the end.  So Trevor, I thought we'd go back to my house and get you settled in, maybe we could do a bit of sightseeing tomorrow.   I'm staying at my small cottage in Somerset at the moment.  The weather there helps out these old bones, not to mention the scenery is exquisite.  I could show you the some of King Arthur's old haunts, we could see where the famed Camelot was or perhaps the Glastonbury Abbey where Queen Guinevere is buried?" 

    Trevor looked at his grandfather's back and scrunched up his face.  "Boring" he thought to himself but he didn't voice that opinion out loud. 

    "Sure grandfather, whatever you say," 

    Daniel had heard that tone enough from his son to know that that was the teenage equivilent of "Gee, that's beyond boring," 

    Daniel laughed at himself as he realized that while times change, some things truly remain the same.  

    "Tell you what my boy, what's say we play it by ear?  You and I can come up with some fun things to do on the morrow," 

    Trevor heartily agreed and returned to looking out the window.

    When they finally arrived, Trevor looked up to see something a tad larger than the "small cottage"  that Daniel had mentioned earlier.  Daniel's house had once belonged to an embassador; it was set back from the road in the midst of a lanscaped garden and a carriage driveway.  As they made there way inside Daniel's butler greeted them at the door and told them he'd take care of the luggage.  

    "Thank you Ashby,"  Daniel said as he led Remington and Trevor into a drawing room that was off the entrance hall. 

    "Would either of you care for some refreshments?  Dinner will be served in an hour but I can ring for Mrs. Waverly to bring in tea and scones," 

    Remington and Trevor both declined saying that they would be fine until dinner.  Daniel looked at Trevor and asked him if he'd like to take a tour of the grounds with him.  Trevor accepted and headed out behind Daniel.  Remington told them that he was going to call Laura and let her and Traci know they had arrived safely.   As the door closed Remington headed toward the telephone to call Los Angeles. 

    Trevor noted that Daniel's "small cottage" contained a drawing room, dining room, family room, library, conservatory, two kitchens, a breakfast room, seven bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, an indoor swimming pool, stables and a tack room, separate accomodations for his staff and a large garage. 

    "Grandfather, this house is awesome!  Traci is going to be mad she missed seeing it," 

    Daniel chuckled as they made their way back inside the house.   "You are probably right, well I will see to it personally that Traci gets the full tour when she arrives next summer for a visit.   Now let's go retrieve your father for dinner shall we?" 

    When they entered the drawing room Remington was sitting on one of the sofas reading a paper.  He looked up when he heard the doors open. 

    "Dad, did you call mother?  How is everything at home?  Traci isn't messing with anything in my room is she?"  

    Remington smiled at his son, ah youth he thought to himself.  Remington put his paper down and stood up. 

    "Yes, fine, and no, I don't think Traci is taking your leave of absence as an opportunity to rummage through your private sanctuary you call a room and your mother and I call a...well never mind that.  Now shall we go in for dinner?"

    Through dinner Daniel kept the conversation light and was his usual charming self.   It was almost easy to forget the reason for this trip but Remington knew the sooner he and Trevor got things out on the table, the better.  Mrs. Waverly came in to ask if anyone cared for dessert.  Grandfather, father and son all looked at her with an identical look of dismay. 

    "Mrs. Waverly, I think I speak for all of us when I say that your cooking is second to none.  I don't think we have the room for another bite,"  Remington beamed at the flushed Mrs. Waverly. 

    She shooed them out of the room as she began clearing the dishes away.  Daniel suggested that they return to the drawing room.  Once there he helped himself to a small brandy as was his usual habit after dinner. 

    "Cigar my boy?"  Daniel asked Remington but Remington shook his head. 

    When everyone was seated Remington looked over at his son, his expression thoughtful.  "Trevor, I'd like fully understand what's going on in that head of yours, try as I might, I can't think of any reason that would warrant a complete change in your behavior.  Not to mention your attitude towards your family.   This can't continue son and I would like to know the truth from you and I mean right now," 

    Trevor knew his dad was almost as relentless as his mother when they wanted an answer about something.  He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  

    "Oh Dad, you of all people just wouldn't understand what's going on.  I just don't think you could grasp all the things running through my head now or what I have to deal with," 

    Remington looked at his son with a face that brooked no arguments.  "Try me,"

    When Trevor didn't speak up Daniel cleared his throat and stood up.  "I say, its getting rather late, why don't we all retire for the night and we can strike this up again tomorrow when everyone has rested a bit," 

    Trevor looked relieved as he stood up, Remington looked annoyed. 

    "Daniel, one way or another I am going to get to the bottom of this," 

    Daniel looked at the set look on his son's face.  He wanted to protect his grandson but he didn't know the extent of what he was trying to protect him from.  He did however know when not to push Remington.  He told Trevor to go up to bed and that they could go exploring tomorrow.  

    "Actually Daniel, I've decided that I am going to take Trevor on a little site seeing tour of my own in the morning.  You can catch up with him later in the day," 

    Daniel nodded and kissed his grandson goodnight.  Trevor beat a hasty retreat to the doors and up the stairs. 

    Remington sat back down in his chair and lit the cigar Daniel had offered him earlier.   He didn't say anything for a long while.  Daniel left him to his thoughts.  

    "Daniel, I think it's time I was truthful with Trevor about a few things,"   Daniel raised an eyebrow at his son. 

    "Such as?" 

    "Such as the truth Daniel.  About who I am, where I came from.  I think it's time, past time that he knew the real Remington Steele.  To be honest, I should have told my children about it a long time ago.  I was foolish to wait so long.  It's just that...I don't know, I thought they would be dissapointed in me if I did,"  

    Daniel reached out to place a hand on his son's shoulder.  "My boy, why on earth would you think they would be dissapointed.  You have achieved more than some will ever know in their lifetime.  Don't belittle all you've accomplished son, it would be a mistake.  The past has helped shape your future, surely you see that?" 

    Remington looked over at his mentor and father.  How often had Remington wished that Daniel were his real father?  Hundreds, thousands?   When Daniel had finally told him the truth he knew he'd taken it badly.  He'd been so damn bitter, he'd felt he'd been robbed of his childhood.  But eventually his anger lessened and he became receptive to the idea of Daniel being his long lost father.  

    Remington covered Daniel's hand with his own.  He smiled and stood up.  

    "I'm taking Trevor to see just where I grew up Daniel.  I don't know how he will react but it must be done," 

    Daniel rose and eyed his son.  "You're taking him to Brixton?  Is that wise son?"  Daniel asked with concern. 

    Remington shrugged his shoulders and put out his cigar.   "Whether it is on isn't Daniel, it must be done.   Trevor has become disrespectful to his family, his grades have been slipping and yesterday he even yelled at Laura.  I swear I could have took his head off his shoulders when I came in to find him toe to toe with his mother.  You know Trevor has never been a problem before Daniel, he's always been a kind, intelligent, respectful son but something has changed him and not for the better.  I intend to get to the bottom of this before we return to Los Angeles,"  Remington patted his father's shoulders and left.   

    Daniel nodded and watched his son walk out.  He sat down heavily in his chair and picked up his brandy.  He was disturbed to hear what had been going on with his grandson.  He didn't understand the motives behind his behavior but he did recall another troubled youth many years ago whose attitude sounded vaguely similar to Trevor's.  The trouble was, Remington always had difficulties dealing with his past, and with good reason Daniel thought to himself.  He too was still racked with the guilt of just how much his son had suffered growing up.  He knew he'd never be able to make it up to him, he prayed that history wasn't repeating itself.  He didn't think any of them were strong enough to handle that.

To be continued...

 

 

This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 1999.

Remington comes clean with Trevor, Trevor fesses up to what's been on his mind, Remington gets the shock of his life.

Steele Coming of Age - Part IV

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     Remington could hear the grandfather clock chiming down the hall.  He'd heard the bloody thing chiming every hour on the hour since three o'clock that morning.  He hadn't been able to sleep much, he was thinking about his son and on top of that, he missed Laura terribly.  He'd told her as much during their brief conversation last night.  He told her about his decison to tell Trevor just who Remington Steele really was.  Laura hadn't sounded as surprised as he thought she'd be.  She did tell him that she supported his decision and was very proud of him for she knew just how difficult talking about the past was for him.  Remington rolled on his side and stared at nothing in particular.  Truth be told, he never slept well without Laura by his side.  He seemed to function a great deal better with her than without her.   He laughed to himself at how she'd finally managed to settle him down and ease the pain and loneliness he'd felt most of his life.  He owed her his very life and he loved her more than she'd ever know.  He smiled as he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. 

    A few hours later Remington and Trevor were headed towards London.  Remington had borrowed on of Daniels cars for the trip.  It was an older model car that was pretty non-descript.  When Trevor asked why he'd chosen this car over the BMW, Mercedes, Land Rover or the Astin Martin that Daniel kept in his garage, Remington told him that were they were going, they would all stick out and scream to be stripped clean.  At that Trevor decided not to press his father for more details, especially since he wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore details.  When Remington finally parked the car and turned the motor off, Trevor thought his father couldn't possibly be serious.  He had driven him through some very questionable neighborhoods and they kept getting worse.   Remington slid out from the passenger seat and came around to open Trevor's door.  

    "We're getting out?  Dad, you can't be serious," 

    "Oh on the contrary Trevor, I'm quite serious now out you get," 

    Trevor got out the car and looked around.  His father placed a hand on his back and ushered him down the street.  They came across a dirty, rundown old movie theater.  Trevor looked at it with revulsion. 

    "Yuck,  I can't believe the place is still open, by the looks of it, it should be condemned," 

    Remington looked at his son and told him that it was called a "Flea Pit" when he was growing up.  It was a place where you could see a movie for next to nothing and the old man that ran the place used to let you stay there all day if you wanted.  If you didn't mind the derelicts hanging around or the way your shoes always slid or got stuck to the floor, it wasn't a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon.  The farther they walked up the block, the closer Trevor moved into his father's side.  If Remington noticed his son's growing attachment to him, he didn't say anything.  Trevor was growing more nervous by the minute as they came upon prostitutes standing on the corner calling to them, bums slouched in door ways of run down buildings and dirty kids making a game of dodging around abandoned cars.  Remington took it all in, it felt as if he'd been gone from this way of life for so long and yet, it didn't seem long enough.  He looked down at his son and pulled him up short. 

    "Take a good look Trevor, this place is one of the worst slums you could ever live in.  There weren't many happy endings living here, most people either died here or got arrested and hauled off to jail.  It's like living in hell on earth Trevor, believe me I know," 

    Trevor was shaking with fear now, this place was indeed a hell hole and he didn't like being in it one bit. 

    "How do you know Dad?"  Trevor asked his father.  

    Remington took a deep breath and met his son's gaze squarely.  "Because this is where I grew up,"

    Trevor was sipping a milkshake as he eyed his father across the table.  He was more relaxed now that they had left that god awful place in one of the worst parts of Brixton.  Remington had taken his speechless son back to the car and without another word had pulled off.  They were now in an area of the West End having lunch in a highly fashionable restaurant.  Remington had a troubled look on his face as he stared out the window of the restaurant.  He spoke without turning back to face his son. 

    "Trevor is that the kind of place you want to end up?" 

    Trevor spoke without hesitation.  "No sir.  I've seen bad areas of town where we live but they aren't comparable to where you just took me," 

    "Trevor, if you continue down the path your going, you just may end up there or worst.  Is that what you want out of life?" 

    Trevor shook his head and eyed his milkshake.  

    "Then tell me what's going on with you Trevor.  Why the sudden changes?"  Trevor looked at his milkshake for a full minute before he answered his father.

    "I've just been getting ribbed at school alot by people like Joey and Frank.   They are considered the "in crowd" Dad.  Nobody messes with them, everyone gets out of the way when they come down the hall.  Its not that big a school dad, everyone knows what everyone's parents do for a living.  I've been getting teased by guys from the in crowd.  They know you and mom are big shot detectives and all.  They call me names like goody two shoes and stuff because of you and mom.  I just got tired of it that's all.  It just seemed easier to become friends with them and have them like me than have them laughing at me all the time.  It was so easy not to ace a few tests and to do things that would make me more like them.  I know it was wrong but it's hard having parents like you and mom.  You both never to ANYTHING wrong, everyone respects you and looks up to you and just because I'm your son, everyone expects me to be just like you, all the time,"  Trevor finished in a huff.

    Remington looked at his son for a moment before he spoke.  "Trevor, I can understand how much pressure you are under at school.  I am no stranger to peer pressure believe me.  But you can't let people talk you into doing things you know aren't right.  You must always be the best you can be, you should never try to purposefully fail tests just to be accepted by a bunch of reprobates.  You work hard to maintain good grades and keep up with class activities, I know you do Trevor.   Don't ever allow someone to make you feel bad for doing your best.  As for your mother and I being big shot detectives, Trevor we get respect from our peers because we've done a hell of alot to EARN it, especially your mother.  We've become the best we can be by trial and error Trevor.  Of course we make mistakes, sometimes on a daily basis, but the point is to learn from those mistakes Trevor and to try your best not to repeat those mistakes.  I'm no paragon of virtue Trevor; I've made more than my fair share of bad decisions, some that could have landed me in far worst places than the slums you just saw,"   

    Trevor eyed his father in earnest.   "Dad, did you really grow up there?" 

    Remington turned to look at his son.  "Yes Trevor I did.  There is so much about me that I've tried to keep concealed from the people I care about the most.  I realize now how foolish I was to try to shut out the ones I love.  I suppose I didn't want people to know the truth about me because I didn't want them to think less of me,"

    Remington took a deep breath and trudged on.  I never knew my real mother and I didn't find out that Daniel was my real father until much later in my life.  Most of the time I was bounced around from house to house.  Living with people I didn't know and who didn't care a fig about me, except for them being able to milk the government for another mouth to feed.  I never knew or felt love when I was young.  I used to dream about how one day I'd find my real mother and father and we'd live happily ever after.  Most of the time I ran away from my so called "family".  More times than not I found myself on the streets.  I can't begin to explain what its like wondering where you are going to sleep at night or where your next meal is coming from.   Most of the time I hustled people out of their money or stole things just to survive.  I never did drugs, I didn't want to end up getting stuck in the ribs by some addict.  I tried to stay clear of those types of people.  It just seemed easier to become a Canon," 

    Trevor looked up in confusion.  "What's a Canon Dad?" 

    "A master pick pocket.  When I was about your age I tried to pick the pockets of the stuffy looking chap.  He was dressed real fine and I figured he'd have enough money on him to set me up for a least a few days.  I got away with his wallet and ran back to my hide out.  Little did I know the man followed me, I thought I did enough dodging to give anyone the slip but I was wrong.  The man was better at cons than I was, he found me and made me a proposition.  He'd get me off the streets for good if I would just learn his trade.  He convinced me that anything done in life should be done right,"  Remington looked at his son and continued.  "That man, was your grandfather Daniel,"

    It was two hours later when Remington finished his story.  He and Trevor were on their way back to Daniel's house.  Trevor sat in the seat next to his father in silence.  Remington knew that most of this, if not all of it was a shock to his son.   He prayed he'd understand and not think him a phony.  He couldn't take the silence any longer. 

    "Well there you have it Trevor, my life from the time I could remember it until now.  I was lucky Trevor, damned lucky to have come across Daniel when I did and to eventually meet your mother.  I did what I had to do when I was young to survive, but after I met your mother, all that changed.  I stayed around because I grew to love, admire and respect your mother.  I tried to be everything that she'd ever wanted when she envisioned Remington Steele.  The longer I did it, the easier it became and the less I missed the life I used to know.  I've told you all this Trevor because I want you to do the right things, make the right choices in life because you want to, because you are following what your heart dictates.  I want you to be true to yourself and never worry about what others may think of the person you are.  Do you understand what I am saying to you?  I know this is a lot to digest Trevor, I hope you won't judge me too harshly or think I'm a bad person,"  

    Remington finished with trepidation in his voice.  Remington pulled the car into the driveway of Daniel's house and got out of the car.  Trevor followed and he and his father walked towards the gardens.

    Trevor looked at his father as if seeing him for the first time.  He never would have guessed this in a million years.  His father was a con man before he met his mother, that it was his mother's agency all along, that his father had stolen famous jewels and art.  Trevor shook his head as if to clear it. 

    "I don't think your a bad person how could I, you're my dad.  You and mom have made me the person I am and I love you for it,"  Trevor hugged his father tightly. 

    Remington embraced his son and felt the tension leaving his body.  He hadn't realized just how much this fourteen year old's understanding meant to him. 

    "So, you don't see me as an ogre for living a deception eh?"  His father asked. 

    Trevor grinned as he looked up at his father.  "Actually Dad, I see you as human.  You don't know how hard it's been living with parents that never seemed to do anything wrong or make mistakes.  Its good to know that it took you a long time to get to that point and that it wasn't always smooth sailing for you and mom.  I see now that I should have told you both what was bugging me a long time ago.  I just didn't think you'd understand.  I promise that as soon as we get home, I'm going to tell Joey and Frank and the in crowd to get lost.  I can handle any teasing I get from now on without compromising who I am," 

    Remington turned his son to face him.  "Good, I'm glad to hear it!.  Trevor, you can always tell your mother and I anything.   Don't ever be afraid to come to us, whatever the situation we will face it as a family.  You got that?" 

    Trevor nodded and hugged his dad again.  

    "Good, now let's go find your grandfather.  I suspect it's his turn to be in the hot seat eh?" 

    Daniel and Trevor had gone horseback riding so Remington took the opportunity to catch up on some reading.  He was streched out in the library in a high backed leather chair and ottoman.  He would call Laura soon to tell her what was going on with their son.  He still felt bad for not always living a straight and narrow life but at the time he would have done anything to get off the streets.  There was just no hope for it he thought to himself.  He was glad that his image hadn't been tainted in his son's eyes.  If anything, he felt his son seemed relieved to know his parent's weren't Saints.  Remington knew Trevor's impressions of him and Laura were largely due to them trying to make everything run smoothly around them and to protect their children from some of life's harsh realities.  He knew now that they may have been trying too hard to compensate for his past transgressions.  He was sure that by now Daniel and Trevor were going to be deep in conversation about all that Remington had told his son.  He knew Daniel was more than capable of handling the situation so he wasn't the least bit worried how Daniel would fare.   He heard the front door bell chime, he wondered who it could be since Daniel hadn't mentioned anyone popping round for a visit.  He quickly got up and went to answer the door.  He met Mr. Ashby in the hall and told him that he'd get the door.  He could tell by Ashby's disapproving look that he wasn't used to people doing his job for him.  He grinned at that.  He felt there was no reason to get too spoiled by Daniel's servants since there was no way Laura was going to allow him to get lax in his duties around the house.  It was all he could do to convince the woman that he was hopeless at lawn care and that they needed to hire a professional landscaping company to do it.

    Remington opened the front door, there was a lovely woman standing there looking back at him.  She was older, around Daniel's age so he figured it was one of Daniel's lady friends. 

    "Good day Mam, are you looking for Daniel?  If so, I'm afraid you've missed him.  He's off horseback riding with his grandson," 

    The lady looked at Remington as if committing every line, every edge of his face to memory.   He could sense her scrutiny but didn't know the reason behind it. 

    "Ah, perhaps you'd care to wait?  I don't suspect they will be out that much longer.   She snapped out of her reverie and quickly shook her head. 

    "Yes, thank you, I would love to wait for him, if you don't mind," 

    Remington escorted the woman to the drawing room and handed Mr. Ashby her coat.  "Not at all,"   Remington finished. 

    The woman took a seat and looked a bit nervous.   Remington rang the bell pull and when Mrs. Waverly came in he asked her to bring in some refreshments for their guest.  Mrs. Waverly eyed the woman, almost coldly before turning on her heels and leaving.  Remington thought her behavior quite odd, considering Mrs. Waverly was always the pillar of politeness.  When she'd returned with the refreshments Remington poured Daniel's guest a cup of tea and offered her some finger sandwiches.  She took the tea but declined the food.  Remington helped himself and sat across from her. 

    "So, have you known Daniel for awhile?"  

    The woman shook her head and sipped her tea.  "I've known Daniel since I was but a girl of sixteen.  I lived in Ireland then, a small village called County Meath.  Daniel was passing through when I met him.  From that moment on, we were inseparable," 

    Remington thought that odd, keeping company with young girls didn't seem to be Daniel's style.  He usually preferred older women.

    Remington noticed that the woman kept staring at him.  He was beginning to become a bit uncomfortable so he stood and asked her to excuse him for a moment.  He was walking to the doors when she stood up and asked him to wait. 

     "Wait!   Please, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with my scrutiny.  It's just that Daniel has talked so much about his son, I felt it was past time to meet you for myself.  Please sit back down, I will try not to stare," 

    Remington returned to his chair but eyed her with curiosity.  "You say Daniel speaks of me often?  That's intriguing considering he's never once mentioned you.  Permit me to introduce myself,  I am..." 

    "Remington Steele, Daniel's son,"  The woman said as she extended her hand to shake his.  Remington nodded and grasped her hand.  "And you are?" 

    The woman eyed him intently as she held his hand.  "My name is Brianna Donohue...I am your mother."

To be continued...