A/N: For the Femslash Fridays Competition on the AMF: Write a story in which you explore an unexpected combination of genres in relation to Valentine's Day. Romance is most likely going to be one of them, but the other should be something unusual. Ex. Romance/Horror; Family/Adventure; Spiritual/Romance; Humor/Angst. I didn't think horror or family/adventure (I'm primarily a digimon writer after all and every season has a pair of siblings in it) was too unusual, so I latched onto the spiritual/romance instead. Enjoy!
Becoming Lacus Clyne
Meer knew remarkably little of herself, and what she did know, she lost over time as she adapted to her new identity. Lacus Clyne on the other hand…Meer knew almost everything there was to know about her.
Her voice she'd known from the near-cradle, as soon as the figurehead and star began to sing to her people. Lacus was only a few years older than Meer; something no-one looking between them could know. Just like few looking between Meer and Lacus now would be able to tell the difference.
Meer was Lacus Clyne, in body and soul. Perhaps more real than the one who'd been born with the name, because no-one had seen her for an age. And Meer was happy to be Lacus Clyne; she loved the voice that reached all the Coordinators scattered about space and earth, and she loved the way they hung on to her every heartfelt word.
And it wasn't as though she was just parroting truths and ideas; she believed them, believed them wholeheartedly – enough to fight for them. And she was fighting, fighting to be the mouthpiece to spread those messages to the world: messages of a final peace they were working hard to obtain. Just like the real Lacus Clyne would have done, the Chairman said and she believed. Just as she, as Lacus Clyne, was doing.
When they offered Meer the opportunity to become the singing idol and political figure she adored, she took it with both hands. Meer was a stranger to herself; she didn't know Meer, nor did she care to know her. There was nothing special; her voice sounded almost the same as Lacus Clyne, and that was her pride, but who was to say it wasn't Lacus' voice she had gained through the manipulation of her genes? But that didn't matter, because soon she was Lacus Clyne in body and soul, singing her lungs out on stage to Coordinators all around the world as the anniversary for Bloody Valentine approached, and imploring them to follow the Chairman and his vision for ultimate peace. And she could look at herself, at Lacus, over and over as the tapes rewound and replayed themselves with a silent whir, thinking "that's me. I'm Lacus Clyne."
Meer had more or less vanished from existence, but sometimes she did wonder what it would have been like if she had met Lacus Clyne, instead of become her.