Who needs who?
A little SFW SEDDI Fanfic, I’m sure this would have happened to them at some point, if not, it has happened now. Enjoy!!
It was just after 11:05pm as Steed walked through the large white door, into the checkered floored hallway, through the reception area and into the main drawing room of his Eighteen Century Gentleman’s Club. He walked straight to the bar and ordered a large Brandy. Taking the glass from the barman, he walked over the other side of the room and sat alone in a high backed green leather chesterfield armchair. He sat swirling the brown liquid in his glass and sighed to himself. After half an hour and his fourth glass he was interrupted by an old friend of his, Colonel Richard Clarke.
"We’ve not seen you here for a while Steed, everything ok?" Richard asked him, as he sat across from him in an identical red leathered chair.
"Oh Richard, yes, yes, of course, just been busy that’s all." Steed looked up at his friend, seemingly distracted by something.
"Really? Anything keeping you so busy then Steed?"
"Not recently, no."
"Oh. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Steed sighed as he took another sip of his brandy.
"Oh, come on Steed, we’ve known each other for fifteen years. And you’ve always listened to me when I’ve needed it."
"It’s complicated Richard."
"How complicated exactly?"
"Well, if she’s making you this upset she must be extremely complicated."
"She is." Steed sighed again, sipping the brandy in a large gulp.
"Then what’s the problem then? Is she married?"
"Then what’s so complicated about that?" Richard asked sipping his own glass of whiskey.
"I don’t know what to do."
"I don’t know how to tell her how I feel about her."
"Oh, I see."
"Is it because you know she doesn’t feel the same?"
"No, it’s not that."
"Well then, why is it so hard to tell her?"
"I don’t want to hurt her, but it’s my job, as you well know, it’s a dangerous profession."
"Well, naturally. But that shouldn’t stop you surely?" Richard questioned his friend’s thought processes.
"I don’t want her to lose someone she cares about again. Her husband died in tragic circumstances, her father died when she was just 21, and I know my profession isn’t exactly a safe one."
"So that’s stopping you from telling her how you feel, because there’s a possibility she could lose you too?"
"Yes." Steed sighed again.
"Ah, I see. And you’ve discussed this with her and now you’re here drowning your sorrows because you’ve ended things with her?"
"Then why are you here?"
"I’m trying to avoid her, so she loses interest and ends things with me."
"Because I don’t want to hurt her."
"But Steed, you are hurting her."
"How?" Steed looked at his friend with a furrowed brow.
"Does she feel the same about you, as you feel about her?"
"I’d hope so."
"Then why do you think she does?"
"I don’t know."
"Do you not think she knows how dangerous your profession is? Do you not think she knows what the likely outcome could be for you one day? Believe me Steed, she knows, and that’s exactly why she’s still wanting to be with you."
"But she deserves so much more."
"Well, don’t you think she should have that choice herself?"
"She’s always had a choice, that’s one thing I’ve always given her."
"Then let her make her own mind up."
"Perhaps you’re right."
"Of course I’m right."
"Then do yourself and her a favour and tell her exactly how she makes you feel."
"I think I might just do that, thank you Richard." Steed said, as he finished the last of his brandy.
"My pleasure Steed. And say hello to Mrs. Peel for me too." Richard said, hiding behind his whiskey glass as he said it.
"Oh, I will certainly…But…how did you know it was Mrs. Peel?" Steed looked over to him as soon as he realised who Richard had mentioned.
"Because it’s always been Mrs. Peel, Steed, you just don’t think anyone else can see that, it’s more obvious than you realise." Richard told him.
"Oh, I see." Steed looked a little shocked, but understood at least his friends knew something.
"Go on, she’ll be waiting for you."
"Thanks Richard." Steed answered, as he got up out of his chair and eagerly walked towards the door.
Steed walked up to her apartment door, took a deep breath, as he then pressed the buzzer. The large eye opened as he could hear her surprised voice through the intercom.
"Oh, Steed, I wasn’t expecting you, please come in."
The door opened as she stood in a very revealing night gown.
"Mrs. Peel, I know it’s very late, but may I come in?"
Steed walked into her large living room and turned around to speak to her.
"Is everything ok Steed?" She asked, a little worried by the timing of his visit.
"I hope it will be." He asked, slightly unsure of himself.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"Not exactly." He replied, looking a little worried himself.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Erm, no thank you." He replied.
"Really? Oh, it must be serious." She said as she walked further into the room.
"I came here to tell you something."
"Oh, should I be sitting down?"
"If you’d like, if it makes you more comfortable."
She walked over to her cream leather sofa, sat down and looked up at him, as he paced the floor of her room.
"Is there trouble at the Ministry Steed?"
"Then why the moonlight visit?"
"I wanted you to know something."
"Then please just tell me Steed."
He sighed, as he began to speak, “you’ve always had a choice, you know that don’t you?”
"A choice of what?"
He sighed again, his brows furrowed, as he continued to explain, “to work with me, and I’ve always said I’d never let anything happen to you, that I’d protect you.”
She knew he was pained and hiding something away, what ever it was he was struggling to discuss it with her. And now she was even more determined to find out.
"I know that Steed, but why ask this now?"
"I just want you to know there’s something more to it than just that though Mrs. Peel."
"And what’s that Steed?"
"Mrs. Peel…it’s not just this country or the world that needs you, so do I. You mean so much to me, I just want you to know I’ll do anything to keep you safe. I worry that one day something may happen to you, that you may get injured or worse."
"Oh, Steed, I know the consequences of the job, and I know it comes with a lot of threats." She replied, sounding more worried about where his conversation was heading.
"Which is why I want you to make a choice." He said, looking down directly at her for a reaction.
"A choice why?" She answered quickly questioning his suggestion.
"Because you deserve so much more than living a dangerous life. The only way I can keep you safe is by letting you go."
"And what happens if I refuse?"
"If you?…" Steed stood shocked by her response.
"Refuse?" She replied with more emphasis.
"Look, Steed, I know the life it entails, I know the country needs my help. But like you told me, it’s my choice. And I choose to help you. You mean more to me than you realise." Emma replied very clearly.
"You choose…?" Steed paused.
"Oh Steed, what I’m trying to say is that I need you just as much as you need me."
"Well Mrs. Peel…" Steed seemed shocked and lost for words.
"as I said before, the world needs you…"
She rose from the cream leather sofa and stood in front of him.
"But so do you Steed." Emma placed her hands on his lapels, as she looked into his soft grey eyes.
"I do indeed." He replied letting out a soft breath and leaned down to kiss her.