SO THIS IS MY IMAGINATION'S TELLING OF WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE STEF AND LENA HAD THE TWINS, BEFORE THEY'RE EVEN TOGETHER. IF YOU'VE NEVER WATCHED THE FOSTERS, PLEASE DO, IT'S AWESOME SAUCE.

Disbelief didn't quite describe what Lena Adams was experiencing. There were a multitude of thoughts and feelings running about within her. Confusion, sadness, finality, anger, discomfort, bewilderment, doubt. She didn't exactly want to do what she was doing, but she knew she had to, needed to. Lena was a rational woman, and her needs would always come before her wants. So she was standing in her apartment complex's parking lot holding her girlfriend's hand for the last time. Lena's long wild curls were blowing in the wind as she reached her hand up to wipe away a stray tear on Gretchen's face.

"We don't have to end this." Gretchen tried for the umpteenth time.

"Yes we do."

"You could come with me."

"You know I can't. I have no interest in globe-trotting. My interests are having my feet firmly planted on the ground, and having whoever I'm going to spend my life with feet planted too. My interest is in creating a beautiful home, starting a life, having a family. I want a ton of kids, and you don't. Even if we did have a couple crumb snatchers we wouldn't be able to live the life you want. Children need stability, consistency. You want to fly, and I'm not going to be the one to cut your wings." Lena said shaking her head. "I love you, I really do. That's why ending in this."

Gretchen didn't offer another word of protest, she knew her now ex-girlfriend was right. She was madly in love with the brown-skinned beauty, but her heart was set on traveling the world. She wanted to do that with Lena more and more, but as their whirlwind romance progressed, she knew that was never going to happen. Lena watched Gretchen drive off and made her way back to her apartment. She poured a glass of wine and sat at her desk to grade papers.

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Stef Foster stared in her floor length mirror for what felt like eternity. Her long blonde tresses messy, her green eyes dark and her frown prominent. This was her usual routine after a heated argument with her husband of eight years. She wanted to get a good look at the woman who continued to stay in her unhappy marriage. Even though her stopped paying attention to her, even though they fought like cats and dogs, even though he had a bit of a drinking problem. She looked at herself wondering where it all went wrong. They used to be so happy, they used to have so much fun she thought it should be illegal. She wasn't sure when, but it stopped being fun. She didn't know when he stopped making love to her, she honestly couldn't remember the last time, but she stayed. Anytime she thought about leaving, her mind would instantly go to their five-year old son. Same thing happened when she got the courage one time to talk to Mike about separating, he used their son to guilt trip her into never bringing it up again. She wasn't sure, but something was wrong, something was off. She could feel it in her bones, but she ignored it and put on a happy face, if only for her son, her sweet baby boy Brandon.

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Three months later

She wasn't late for anything in particular, and she normally didn't speed. But her blood pressure was high and her anger was fresh. Gretchen called her and she wasn't happy about it at all. In fact she was passed furious. Lena was the type of woman who liked clean breaks. Not the late night "I miss you" calls. Not the love letters in the mail from all over the world. So she was pissed and it trickled down to her foot. When she was mad, she drove with rage. She should have pulled over to collect herself first, but a San Diego cop beat her to the punch. Looking in her rearview she saw a very attractive blonde step out of her cruiser. Lena's rage fell to the way side and she sat up straight, she smooth over her untamable curls and waited for the beauty to approach her window. She smiled her most wicked smile at the blonde, she couldn't help it, she loved blondes.

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

"No officer." Lena said as innocently as possible. Her smile bigger than before when she looked into the cop's beautiful, almost indescribable green eyes. Flecks of hazel speckled throughout them, she had never seen such beautiful eyes.

Stef half laughed. "License, registration, and proof of insurance please." After taking her time inspecting one Miss Lena Adams, she walked back to the vehicle. "You make a habit out of speeding?"

"No officer," Lena glanced at her badge, she notices her precinct number on the lapel of her shirt. "Foster, I like to take things slow." The flirtation was unmistakable.

Stef hoped that she wasn't noticeably affected by her words, and her crazy beautiful smile. "Um...okay well," She couldn't get her words together. She looked away from the alluring woman. "I see that you, uh...have a clean driving record so...I'm going to let you go with a warning." Lena says nothing, she just stares and her smile grows impossibly bigger. "Are you gonna say anything?"

"I'm sorry, I was lost in your eyes for a moment there, they're very beautiful." She said with all honesty. "But yeah, I'll slow it down. Thank you officer."

"Oh um, o-okay, uh. Well I...um," She suddenly found talking and swallowing difficult. "I patrol this area, so I don't wanna see you speeding again."

"Understood officer." Lena said as flirtatious as she could.

"Okay uh, have a good day...and drive safely."

"Yes ma'am. You too." She winked, and drove off.

One week later

"Hello officer."

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you again."

"You said you didn't want to see me speeding again." Lena jokingly said.

"So you run a stop sign instead?" Stef couldn't believe she pulled over the beautiful woman she hadn't been able to get out of her mind, again. The day she saw her, she took her husband right on the couch when she got home. It had been a few months since they had sex, but she needed the release. Things weren't perfect, but if she wanted sex, she had to get it from him. He is her husband after all.

"I was hoping you caught me." Each word dripped with sex, Lena was never a shy woman.

Stef laughs a bit uncomfortably and runs her fingers through her hair. "Are you flirting with me?"

"What would give you that idea officer?" Her smile just as big as the day they met.

"Look, I'm married, see? She holds up left hand and shakes it, pointing at her ring.

Lena hadn't noticed before. "Damn...guess I'm gonna have to stop breaking the law now aren't I?"

Stef laughed loudly in almost disbelief. "Yeah, I'm sure the citizens of San Diego will feel much safer with you obeying traffic laws. Have a good day miss Adams. She started for her car but doubled back. "Can I ask you a question?"

"If it's out on a date then the answer is yes."

"I'm married."

"Oh shoot, I forgot that fast. Then what is it?"

"What made you...flirt with me?"

"You're beautiful." All flirtation and silliness absent in her response, even her smile faded.

She raised her brows, shocked at this woman's forwardness. "Okay...thank you, but that's not what I meant. Why did you think it was okay to flirt with me?"

"Are you asking me if you look gay? Waiting for a response wasn't necessary, she could tell that she's right by the look on her face. "Um not really. I'm just a flirt, and when I see a beautiful woman whose smile and eyes takes my breath away. Well what's a woman to do?" They lock eyes and neither speak for a few long moments

"Okay...okay." Stef says slowly. "Um, enjoy your day Miss Adams. And don't let me catch you breaking the law again or I'm going to have to do something about it."

"Sure thing. Officer?"

"Yeah?"

"When you see your husband tonight, make sure you remind how lucky a man he is...and he is...very, very lucky."

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