LIES ALL LIES

[fahye]

I wrote this straight into an email for px, eschewing things such as capitalisation & editing. I figure there are some depraved people on my flist who might still enjoy it :D

BSG RPF. Yes, yes, I know. Allow a girl a few vices.



"what the hell," trucco says, and then, "the hell?"

he's kind of drunk; he's not normally this slow.

"yup." she stares at the bottom of her drink. counts to four. "all good things, huh...?"

"well." he takes out his wallet. "drinks are on me for the rest of the night, at least. got anything lined up?"

"nothing definite." she shrugs. "i just didn't count on something like this, you know?"

"i'll petition for you to come back," he says then, and slings an arm around her shoulders. "fair's fair, right?"

"how sweet," she says, and bumps his shoulder. "but I'm dead."

"oh, whatever," trucco says. "this is sci-fi."

~

grace screams and tricia's face loses its shine, and katee tries to play the whole thing down. she does let them take her out for a fabulous meal, and the restaurant is one she hasn't been to before: it's lovely, katee thinks, taking note of the menu. she'll have to come here again.

~

jamie. she squares her shoulders and gathers her vulnerability and then knocks.

"sure," he's saying into the phone as he pulls the door open, "i'll be..." and then he sees her face. "look, i'll talk to you later," and he snaps the phone shut.

"shit," he says softly as she steps inside. "how's it...i mean, how are you feeling?"

"dumped," she says shakily. "in a way. i mean, it'll be okay, it's not like i'm going to be starving on the streets..."

"it's just a shock?"

"yeah."

"we were all shocked." he runs a hand through his hair.

"oh, you'll cope without me," she says in her sweetest voice. "just ask ron to bring back that medic that kerry plays."

"katee -"

"maybe lee could get shot again," she says, and puts her arms around his neck. "that'd be nice."

"i don't want you to go," jamie murmurs, and pulls her close and kisses her. she loves jamie's kisses. any girl would. they're gentle and deep and skillful and romantic and dreadful, dreadful lies, every single one of them.

"i know," she says, because that, at least, is true: he doesn't.

~

she's lying on her couch when the phone rings, watching some comedy thing on tv and eating chocolate biscuits.

"how's the holiday?" says ron, in his i-have-something-cool-to-tell-you! voice.

"oh, you know. bored out of my brain. do they all miss me?" she asks.

"absolutely." he chuckles. "and we're ready to cheer them up. there's a trailer with your name on it, and a gap in the credit sequence that will soon have your name in it."

"no thanks, i've had a better offer," she says, grinning. "you'll just have to leave kara dead. or bring her back as a man. please the old-timers."

ron laughs. "what do you think this is, doctor who?"

"ooh, hey, new deal." she tucks the phone under her chin. "i'll come back if kara gets a tardis."

"nice try. do you want to wait for the first script read-through, or tell them yourself?" ron asks.

she thinks about that.

"how much did they miss me?"

~

"so, uh," katee says.

"you..." jamee can't even work his jaw. "wow. wow. I guess you really do deserve all of those awards people say you should be getting."

"just think," she says, pressing forward and hoping like hell she can bluff her way through this one. "reunion sex. it'll be great. maybe this time I'll get to stick my hand down your pants."

"fuck, katee," he explodes, slamming the door and grabbing her wrist. "i don't think this is funny."

"too bad," she says, and kisses his palm, slowly, remembering all of the times he's walked around the set with his arm around his wife and a studiously virtuous expression on his face. "i do."