Title: Admitting
Author: StarQuality
Disclaimer: Don't own The Brittas Empire. I know this joke is old now, BUT, if I did, I would do certain things with Chris Barrie (Brittas), Russell Porter (Tim) and Tim Marriot (Gavin). But that's on a need-to-know basis. I don't own anything.
Summary: Laura has finally admitted her love for Brittas. Not to him, but to herself.
A/N: This is one of those fics that you write as you go. Honestly, I have thousands of others to do, all my re-vamping and stuff, but my internet refuses to connect until the other machine is rebooted, and as my Mother is being stubborn and says she will, "Restart it after my game."I thought I'd take some time out and write this... It's not much, but I'm waiting until 9pm, and I've got an hour and a half. Oh, it's in Laura's view. Obviously, I should hope. Also, I know Gordon practically worships Helen, and she loves him too, but there's chemistry between these two. Bubbling chemistry, like a child's chemistry set. I am the Queen of Similes. And the Queen has only seen series 1-4, so, meh.
Story:
As Colin had been off work (Something to do with a carrot, was what he said, probably another poultice.) I had offered to take over his pool duties. You had said that was very kind of me. Not only did it show a love for my work, it showed compassion towards Colin.
But the only person I feel true compassion towards, Mr. Brittas, is you.
Yes, it might sound... Strange, to you, but during my time sitting around the swimming pool, shouting at kids for not walking, or instructing the ones with long hair to wear caps (The second rule, had been introduced by yourself), I thought about you, shut up in your office... Or asking someone to leave for speaking too loudly... Or doing something else that... Oh, I don't know.... makes you who you are, I guess...
At times, perhaps, I've felt like I wanted to slap you. But I've started to find all of your little vices... Endearing. It's true. The way that you spend time re-arranging your pencils, so that they're the same way up your pencil holder. The way that insist on closing the centre once a month so that we can talk to each other and get to know each other 'as a group'... The way that you invite me into your office, to talk about how badly we're failing, and still manage to mention your dream... Your habits, they drive me mad, but, in ways that I can't explain.
Do you know, that's the reason I kissed you. If you remember. My husband came back.. I shouted at you, and then grabbed you... Kissed you... It was magical to me... Even then, when I wasn't in love with you. What am I saying? Of course I was in love with you. Ever since that first meeting, really, I've seen the good in you.
Alright, so you're not rich, you always manage to irritate people (Including myself), you have some of the most ridiculous plans and schemes... But, there's something there which makes my heart practically jump out of my ribcage. I know what that something is. It's you. I'm in love with you. I really am... I am deeply in love with my boss.
I know that you're married... I know that you'd follow Mrs. Brittas to the ends of the earth. But, sometimes, I can't help wishing that you could love me like that.
The End...
I feel odd saying 'the end' as there wasn't really a beginning. Well, hope you enjoyed it somewhat, it only took me... three hours. Kept getting distracted. I think it's alright. Not too bad, eh? But what a title. I am ashamed, I've out-done myself on the bad titles.