A/N: So this is my first attempt at a Quincest story, it started out as a drabble but I decided to extend it into a multi-chapter fic, so there'll be a few parts to it, but they will all be quite short in length most likely. Feel free to leave a review, let me know what you think, or if you like you can find me at .com.


"Sara, I hate you!"

The words had come as a painful stab to Sara's gut, stinging more than the sharp slap to the cheek that they had been delivered with. That pain had left hours ago, the angry red mark that had accompanied it having long since faded, but as she lay alone in the darkness of her hotel room, Sara doubted that the wound opened by her twin's resentful words would ever heal.

Sara knew that Tegan's anger was completely justified. She had crossed every boundary that had once existed between them, spurred on by copious amounts of alcohol that she had downed in the hopes of gaining a bit of courage to finally face up to her own feelings. But, as drink after drink was knocked back, her carefully formulated plan had started to unravel. Her intended course of action, simply talking to her twin, was forgotten at the bottom of a bottle in a run-down bar in an unfamiliar city. And not for the better.

They had been drunkenly staggering back to the hotel when it happened. As intoxicated as Sara was, Tegan was more so. She was barely able to stand up straight, leaning heavily on her sister for support, and the euphoria of being so completely and wonderfully drunk was radiating from her. Tegan had always been a happy drunk, and maybe it was this, the beautiful, unrestrained sight of her with her head thrown back in laughter, all her inhibitions gone as she sang on the middle of the street, messing up lyrics and slurring her words, that pushed Sara over the edge.

She lost control.

Before Sara could even register what she was doing, before her brain could catch up to her body's impulsive actions, all of the self restraint she had fought for so long to hold onto was gone, and her feelings were rising to the surface, spilling over in an uncontrollable wave that was too much for her inebriated mind to handle. She only realised what she was doing when it was too late.

Tegan recovered from the shock first; Sara barely had the time for the fact that she was kissing her sister to sink in before the soft lips she had felt against her own were gone and instead she was reeling backwards from the force of the blow Tegan's palm dealt against her face. The effects of the alcohol were practically non-existent now, both twins had sobered the instant their lips had touched. Sara's eyes stung with unshed tears; she but her lip to keep them from spilling as Tegan glared at her with a mix of shock, anger, and betrayal. They both knew it; Sara had just broken them.

Lying alone on the floor of the hotel room hours later, Sara was yet to cry. She couldn't, not after what she had done to Tegan. It was wrong, it was sick, hell, it was even illegal. Whatever consequences came of her actions, they would be Sara's fault. This was her mess, her twisted mind, and all she had achieved tonight was to put her deepest, darkest secret on show for her sister to see. She was the one who was responsible for her twin not even being able to look her in the eye anymore. Sara had no right to cry.

Pure exhaustion began to seep into her bones, and as sleep gripped her all Sara could think of was Tegan's parting words.

"Sara, I hate you!"

I know Tegan, I hate me too.