Disclaimer: Again, this is something a little different. (Maybe I should just warn you if these things aren't different in the future!) And once again, involves a femmeslash relationship. The characters aren't mine, they're from The Bill, but I'm sure you know that by now!
The new DC at work, I recognised her the moment I saw her. She brought back memories from college. At first I couldn't work out why; and then I remembered her. She was 'that girl'. Well, that's how we referred to her anyway. None of us knew her. She didn't interact with us and we didn't make any move to talk to her. Well, there were rumours that she was a lesbian, and back then that made her weird. It sounds stupid now, awful even, but that was how it was. She dressed normally, she looked normal, and she sounded normal every time she answered a question, but that rumour stopped her from being normal in my friends' eyes. And well, if they didn't like her then I didn't like her. That's just the way it works in college. I felt guilty, even back then, but I didn't want to risk losing my friends for someone I didn't even know.
But even back then, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She seemed to have something that drew me towards her, not that I ever admitted that to anyone, I didn't even admit that to myself. She had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile that just gained my attention even when it wasn't meant to. She caught me looking a few times. She smiled at me and at first I'd smile back, but the one of my friends saw me smiling at her, well, that was that. They all ignored me for the rest of the day. That was enough for me, I never smiled at her again after that, not even when no one else was insight, just in case they were lingering. I wanted to smile at her, but how could I lose my friends just for a smile?
Maybe I missed an opportunity. We could have been friends. Or I could have lost my friends for someone that preferred to be alone. I don't suppose I'll ever understand those butterflies I got when she smiled at me. There's no way I can still have the same reaction to her now, is there? I guess I can only imagine the reasons for the feelings she gave me. I was at that age when you consider your sexuality, and I thought, hey, maybe I'm bi. But I never fell for a woman again, so I don't know what I felt for her. Woah, fell for her? Samantha Nixon that's a big, and virtually impossible, leap. Maybe we'll just forget I ever thought that, I doubt I even fancied her, never mind anything deeper. I didn't even know her name, how could I have been harbouring feelings for her? That's a thought, I still don't know her name; oh God, I hope she doesn't remember me, that would be awkward, maybe I should look it up, just in case.
Oh, too late, here she comes now. I stood up, offering my hand towards her, 'Hi, I'm Sam Nixon.'
'Hi, Jo Masters.' Jo took the hand offered to her, shivering slightly as their nerves collided.
Sam gasped, instantly blushing when Jo looked up, those butterflies were back with a vengeance, her stomach somersaulted as their hands met, electricity running through her veins.
Well, at least she didn't remember her, Sam told herself.