Second Best
Caine had been sitting back in the chair in the mayor's office when she bounced in. Taylor had been surprised. She had expected a throne or something grand, more Caine's style.
"What," Caine had replied, "Would be the point of one throne on its own?" Of course, it always, always came down to Diana. Perfect Diana, Queen Diana. Reluctant Queen Diana… She had just wanted to see how he was doing. You know, Caine looked a lot like his brother.
Taylor hadn't exactly been the person he wanted to talk to. He had looked up, just to confirm it wasn't… her, and went back to his papers. Fish supply steady. Confirm substitute hunters. But she wouldn't leave. I don't want you here right now, go away, he had willed silently. He didn't like her. And she didn't like him. But that was okay. She was Sam's girl. Apparently she worshiped the ground he walked on or something like that but he was too busy with Ice Queen Astrid to notice her. Queen…Caine and Diana. Sam and Taylor.
"Maybe we were just never meant to be."
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Taylor, when you looked at her, was definately pretty. And a lot more eager than Diana.
Caine wasn't Sam.
Taylor wasn't Diana.
But it was a good second best.
A/N Yeah, kill me. It's the kind of thing I can see happening in Fear. Opinions, outraged and horrified as they are, welcome.