Warnings: Chapter contains references to a homosexual incestual relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Rating: T

Summary:. What happens when she gets her wish and Tegan finds herself in an alternate reality where Sara is her girlfriend, and not her sister? Will be a LONG fic, updated often.

A/N: Let me know if you like it and want me to continue. This is one of maybe 2 or 3 setup chapters before we get into the meat and potatoes of this story. Buckle up! I'm not the best at proofreading my own work, so bear with me on that note. If anyone wants to be a Beta for this fic, let me know!

Disclaimer: COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!

Chapter 1 – Cover Up

Sara's POV

Warm, clean sheets engulf my body as I let it fall to the bed. There is not a word to describe how completely exhausted I am. Emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. Touring will do that to you. I can't help but sigh at how amazing it feels to be back in MY bed. My big, comfy, queen bed that smells like my laundry detergent, dryer sheets, and perfume- it smells like me, I smell like me again. Not like a bunch of overgrown, overworked under showered, under laundered, and cramped homo sapiens. Just as I start to doze off I hear her open the door, a snicker, then someone jump on the bed.

"Saaaaara!" she screeches as she continues to jump, causing my much smaller body to be catapulted a few inches in the air every time she lands. I groan, but know that my form of an answer won't satiate her, only entice her to further annoy me. To my surprise, she dismounts from the bed and I start to relax. The peace is short lived and I can feel her breathing against my face. She must be kneeling next to the bed. I let out a throaty growl and open my eyes to come face to face with her. Tegan stares back at me, giving me a raised eyebrow.

"Did you just purr?" my twin sister asked. I scowled, then responded "It was a growl."

Tegan gave a huff.

"Yeah, okay! You're SO ferocious. Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm starving"

"Tegan, I JUST laid down."

"Okay, fine, stay in bed but I'm gonna call mom and tell her you're starving me."

I was going to attempt a growl again, but settled for rolling my eyes.

"When's your flight home?"

"Not until Friday. You get a WHOLE WEEK with me."

This time I whimpered. I don't' think I can handle another week with my twin. We'd just gotten back from a month long tour- cramped in a bus, eating road food, alcohol, no privacy. Honestly, I just wanted to sleep for days; cook myself a big, lavish meal; then soak in a bubble bath with a glass of wine…ALONE. I felt hands on my shirt, pulling me up and I knew that I must have been day dreaming.

"Come on Sara, let's go. Stop being such a lazy cow!"

"Fine, geeez! But when we get back I'm sleeping. You're a big girl, you can entertain yourself."

I bite my lip when I see her take that as a double entendre. I blush a bright scarlet, look to the ground, and swallow hard, but try to recover

" I…I…I may not have cable, but ummm….you could read?"

Tegan just stares at me like I've grown a third arm, and I turn away trying to move on.

"I have to freshen up, can we leave in 10?"

Tegan shrugs and walks out of my room. I let out a sigh of relief as the door closes. What was that?

Tegan P.O.V

I close my eyes as I close the door behind me. I walk over t the couch and sit down, grabbing a magazine from the organized display of them on the coffee table. I absent-mindedly flipped through it, replaying the events in my head.

Did that just happen? Did she just really say that then…blush. Maybe she blushed out of embarrassment of mentioning it by accident, and not because she… Oh god when she as half sleeping. Sometimes it's so hard to act normal. Better to annoy her like crazy than have her figure it out. After that though, I'll have to be super careful: no word, no move unchecked. This façade is exhausting. How do I spend the max amount of time I can with her without giving myself away?

Why did I have to have that dream? I guess wet dreams are always a toss-up: you either end up having them about people you like, or about random people that you can't help but like afterwards…even if they're your twin sister. It's so odd for me. She looks so much like me, and it's SARA! The same Sara who I used to dance on acid with at raves in the 90s. The same Sara who I couldn't stand touching half the time before that dream.

How did I never notice those hips before, and the smile; she's so smart, it's so damn sexy. Really Tegan, your own sister: sexy? I can't help but swallow against my dry throat at the idea. The way she felt in the dream, when I pinned her against the wall and kissed her. The way my hand felt on her lower back, pressing her to me. I can't shake it. Hopefully it'll pass. It always does. You do this to yourself every time: you have a dream about some girl you don't even like, then boom you think you're madly in love with her but really, it's just you remembering the dream. Remember Tegs, none of the girls have lived up to their dream selves anyways. It's just a phase.

"Ready to go?" the familiar voice rings out.

I'm ripped form my thoughts to look up and meet her eyes. She looks tired, but even through the hollowness and bags under her eyes, my breath catches and I have to bite my lip to keep from saying anything. She put on the shirt. She's wear THE SHIRT. Oh. My. God. How the hell am I going to get through this dinner without thinking things you shouldn't about your sister?

"Nice shirt, goof. Trying to pick up a Jersey Shore wannabe?" I ask, trying to sound as disgusted as possible with her choice of top.

The shirt was a light blue button up with a grey collar and gray accent on the inside of the sleeves. When Sara rolled them up (like she usually did) just passed her wrists, it framed her body well. I know it made no sense, but it was the first show that popped into my mind.

She looks down and scowls at me.

"I don't think you remember Jersey Shore's storyline that well. I'm pretty sure if I was trying to pick up a Snookie wannabe, I'd have to insert myself into an orange peel, tattoo "balla" across my chest, and I probably wouldn't be wearing a shirt at all." She paused and waited for me to move "Aren't you supposed to be starving or something? Because I'm giving up a perfectly good nap for your stomach right now."

As if on cue, my stomach growled and I gave a half-faced grimace as Sara pulled on her shoes. I grabbed my wallet from the end table and followed, tying up my converse and standing up straight, my eyes roaming to her gorgeous, round bum as she was bent over, putting on her boots. I gulped.

I want so badly to get behind that and just….mmmm.

I shook my head and took a deep breath, hitting her shoulder harder than intended to mask my staring.

"Ow!" She looked at me oddly "What's your problem?"

"Sorry, that was harder than I thought it would be."

Sara turned to me, grit her teeth and hit me back, hard! I winced as I felt her fist bruise the tender flesh of my arm.

"Hey!" I protested

"Now, we're even."

"Bitch!"

Sara chuckled and headed out the door, peeking her head in as I rubbed my arm.

"Coming with me?" she asked.

I wish!