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This is just set as a scene... no more, no less. I only had 8 mins to play with. Couldn't be any longer. :) Well, whaddya think sirs??? ;-)
This scene is set immediately following Hilary's version of the Blitz...
A Forgotten Marriage
By Michele Savage
Hilary rushed out of the studio after her admission, unable to bear the look of hurt confusion on Jeff's face. She stopped in the hallway, looking around. *Where the hell is he?* Hearing raised voices in the office, Hilary correctly surmised she'd find him in there, and rushed in.
"Scotty! I need to talk to you." She grabbed his shoulder, pulling him towards the door.
"Uh, Hilary, I'm in the middle of something here," Scott said, annoyed.
Hilary stopped long enough to assess the situation. She smiled slightly and walked up to Betty. Putting her arm around the annoyed and confused woman, Hilary said, "Betty, it's simple. Just do what I do." She pointed at Victor then moved her finger to Scott. "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. There. Question answered." She pushed Scott towards the door. "Now, I really need to talk to Scotty here for just a few moments." Hilary slammed the door behind them as they went into the hall.
"Hilary!" Scott angrily stated. "I've only got a few more minutes. I'd like to spend them trying to convince Victor to go to London."
"All right. I'll make this quick."
Jeff walked out of the green room where he'd gone to look for Hilary. Spotting her in the hall, he stopped. "Hilary, I deserve an explanation!"
She glanced at Jeff. "Could you hold that thought for just one moment?" She turned back to Scott. "In the writer's room!" she whispered and shoved Scott in that general direction.
"Hilary!" Jeff yelled as she and Scott rounded the corner. He turned on his heels and threw up his arms in frustration. Growling, he slammed back into the green room.
Once they reached the writer's room, Hilary shut the door behind him."Scotty, I want out of this marriage."
Scott laughed. "Hildy, we're not IN a marr--" Realization suddenly dawned. "That date thing! I coulda had a date with Betty that night, but No! You had to confuse poor Mr. Eldridge with those stupid ribbons."
"Well, it was a good idea at the time," she admitted and leaned back against Betty's desk.
Scott crossed his arms. "Yeah, well your good idea failed miserably and ended up with us at O'Malley's. We didn't get married that night, did we?"
"Unfortunately, we did," she replied straightening her skirt. "It started, I think, after the third bottle of beer. You joked about making Betty jealous. Somehow we ended up married." She walked closer to him. "I would like my annulment now, please."
"Why are you just -now- bringing this up?" Scott asked her, confused.
She had the grace to look embarrassed. "I...forgot."
He unsuccessfully hid a smile. "When did you suddenly recall this?"
"Just now." She leaned back against the desk. "Scott, please. Let's just get this over with."
"You know, now that I'm thinking about it," Scott waved a finger at her as more of -his- memory of that night returned, "after we got married we went back to your place."
"Oh, no no no!" She objected, "That is a trip down the yellow brick road that we did not take!"
He grinned. "That's a trip you deny taking."
Hilary glared, not wanting to admit he was right.
Scott looked at his watch, "I have to catch a train. Hilary, I'd like to say goodbye to Betty before I leave."
"Leave? Where are you..." She stopped, having just now noticed he was in uniform. "Scotty, you enlisted?"
"Yes, Hilary. I enlisted on the eighth." He started to leave the room. "I really need to go."
"No, wait!" She stood and rushed to him. An uncomfortable silence passed between them. "Um," unable to come up with words, she hugged him. "Be careful, Scotty."
"I'll get a hold of Doug as soon as I get settled," he told her quietly as he straightened. "We'll get this taken care of, then we can both get on with our lives." He opened the door and turned. "See ya, Hildy."
"Bye," she waved with a slight smile. As soon as he passed out of sight, her smile faded into a look of worry. She shook off the feeling and left the room.
As she walked past the green room, Jeff opened the door. "Can I get an explanation now?"
She smiled. "Can I get dinner?"
"I'll get your coat."
The End