Authoress notes: this is here because I don't know if anyone is going to finish this with all their faculties intact. I blame this on the Two Demented Muses, authoress of 'The Trouble with Coffee.' (Devil Wears Prada) Without which this wouldn't have been haunting me for weeks. It was write it or lose what little sanity I do have.
Warning: Potentially traumatic imagery ahead, thread at your own risk.
The Unexpected.
(AKA. The fic that should have never been.)
This had to be the most stupid thing she'd ever done; that being by her standards, by anyone else's it'd have been considered a physical impossibility; Lindsay would be shocked, Jill would see her as the incarnation of Satan, and Claire? O.k. she wasn't entirely sure of how the M.E. might respond, and she really, really didn't want to find out. Much less think about it. She had gone a whole week trying to remember what could have angered Jill enough to offer her as ritual sacrifice to Denise during the Quiroga Case! She didn't remember having kicked any puppies or slaughtered any innocent newborns in this lifetime, maybe she was the reincarnation of Hitler? Nero? Caligula? Herod the great? It really didn't matter; all that did matter was that, at the time, Jill was the earthly representation of divine punishment in Cindy Thomas' life.
Maybe still was.
But that was then, and now… was complicated, grimace worthy really, flinch and run away screaming worthy, except, she was frozen stiff in sheer terror and Denise, LA Denise Kwon, was looking at her in stunned silence.
She'd just received the news of her life so far; she was being considered for the (insert local journalistic award of your preference), her boss having just called to inform her; when Denise appeared in the doorway to Jill's otherwise empty office. And doomsday arrived; in the form of a jumping up and down Cindy Thomas recently, and tempestuously, arrived to the office in severe need of someone to share the news with.
So, she blamed Jill (and her absence) for, in a moment of absolute elation, grabbing slender shoulders and laying a big, enthusiastic one on the shocked lawyer.
Yes. She kissed Denise Kwon. She. Kissed. Denise.
Even worst? She liked it.
"Denise?" Jill appeared behind the aforementioned. "Cindy?" she frowned and added worriedly, "Is something the matter?"
Cindy opened her mouth, inhaled sharply and squeaked, shutting her mouth back up.
"Excuse me!" she blurted and all but ran over the blonde in her haste to make her exit; in the process startling their catatonic resident Ice Queen, who turned just to look into a pair of confused blue eyes. She opened her mouth, exhaled loudly and shook her head.
"Denise?" she started to interrogate the confounded woman, receiving a raised hand in signal to be quiet.
A second head shake later and Denise walked out, completely ignoring Jill; a distracted air surrounding her as she made her way down the hallway.
"What the hell?" Jill watched her go, leaving her alone in a sea of unanswered questions.
Authoress Notes The Sequel:
This is a one-shot, so rest assured.
Nofret.