BAM ~ Can't We Try, Again, Please?...

(tentative title, this might already be a title to a BAM story so if anyone knows for sure pls. let me know and i'll change it)

BAM Angst/Love

Part 1

This story is...i'm not quite sure what to call it...probably a ficlette, or maybe more like random semi-organized musings?

it's gonna be my 1st real attempt at BAM angst, i loves my BAM 2 be 2gether, but i will try my best to not rush it

(crossing my fingers & toes & eyes ;D) anyway, i was really missing BAM, as i always do, but i'm still working on several

of my other BAM stories but this idea just sort of materialized after watching a clip of pratt falls on yt & glancing over a

couple of my favorite BAM stories by other writers. i'm not quite sure where this story is going, or if it will always make

much sense to anyone other than me, but if you would; just indulge a middle-aged BAM fanatic like myself, I'd appreciate it :)

Also, much feedback is needed for this one. thanx!

fancy meeting you here

Maggie walked into Cafe Lotrek for her morning cup of coffee. And was inexplicably struck by the presence

of someone she thought she once knew quite well. Putting the feeling aside, she continued toward the long line of patrons, but as she stood there waiting her turn she couldn't help but ponder the notion that the woman standing, onetwothreefour...nine people ahead of her was...

one week prior

"Okay, Maggie, what do you want to wear today, uhm," the little brunette asked herself, skimming thru her tiny closet for a killer outfit, she had a blind date, not of her own choosing but a friend of hers, Bridgette, set her up, yet again, with some woman from the office where she works.

the night before

"Maggie, she's beautiful and smart and funny, you will love her, no?" the tall blonde woman husked out in a thick french accent, twirling at the long strand of hair that was softly draped down the side of her face.

"No, Bridge, I probably won't love her, just like I didn't love any of the other random women you've tried to hook me up with," the short sexy woman said as she sat back in the plushness of the oversized chair, at their favorite cafe.

"Non, mon ami, she is not some "random" woman as you call her. She is very much, how do you say,...strong, no, ah...she is her own woman, very intelligent, stands up for herself, she always goes, how do you americans say...goes toe to toe with anyone that she does not agree with; especially the chauvenistic men in our office. If she wasn't so tall, I would go after her myself but as you know I prefer the short sassy type, much like yourself," the leggy woman stated coyly giving Maggie a warm smile in the process.

"Yes, I know, Bridgette, it hasn't been that long since our short lived dating life ended, we had fun though, right," making a statement rather than asking for validation, "at last I did, but you know I couldn't because I..." Maggie's mind trailing off to her past life...

......

The little brunette being brought out of her musings by "excusez-moi, but the line is moving, no," a harsh french voice from behind her barked, projecting her hand towards the front of them.

"Oh, sor-ry," the scrappy little woman bit back. Snaking her head around the people in front of her, Maggie hoped to get a better glimpse of the dark haired woman that looked, no, actually felt more like the woman she loved, loves from her past. She really couldn't see the woman because she had on a large brimmed black hat

that shadowed her features, but it was this incredibly intense, instinctive knawing at her insides that made her believe that she knew that woman.

......

"I know Maggie, I was, am, not your type. Well the height I have but the hair and eye coloring is a bit to light for your taste, no," her friend queried with melancholy, already knowing the answer.

"Tall with dark hair and eyes and fair skin. I guess that's just my preference, or curse," Maggie said out loud, while thinking to herself, "will I forever be burdened by the fact that I was the one who completely destroyed my life; my family," and at times that was just way too much for any one person to deal with.

"Mon Cherie, are you okay, what are your thoughts," the attractive blonde asked.

"Just that,...I don't know about these blind dates, Bridge, I'm honestly just not that interested," the tiny brunette sighed, bringing the mug of caramel colored goodness to her full lips and taking a slow sip.

"Maggie, I promise you, Mizette, is different, she is most definitely your type. Dark hair and eyes with a fair complexion just like-"

"Um, I get it," Maggie, cutting her friend's words off, giving her a knowing glare as she set her mug on the small table situated between them.

......

Sitting at a small cozy booth waiting for her date to arrive. A few moments later the shorter woman happen to glance over at the entrance of the restaurant and saw her...the hostess was showing the dark haired woman to where her party was seated. "Wow, she is beautiful," the little brunette said only loud enough for her to hear, then looking up into dark sparkling orbs, -- I'm sorry, where are my manners, please have a seat," Maggie gesturing with her hand to the spot directly across from her. Once the other woman was settled, Maggie started in with, "So, you work with Bridgette, do you? And it's Mizette, isn't it? That's a beautiful name, different, exotic, like Bi-uhm, would you like to see a menu?"

"Oui, yes, I do work with Bridgette, she is a very lovely woman, smart, funny, full of excitement. And thank you

for the compliment on my name some people say it reminds them of Lisette, from those vampire novels," the brunette said gracing the smaller woman with a bright smile.

"Oh~My~God, she does like look-I mean, she could be her french twin," Maggie mused to herself.

......

Once again Maggie was annoyed with the grating sound of the french woman standing behind her, "the line, it is moving, go!" the irritated lady ground out.

"LISTEN, woman, don't - talk - to - me - like - that," the equally irate american sparked in reply, pointing a angry finger in the native woman's scowling face.

By this time the woman that had been the object of Maggie's fixation earlier had over heard along with most of the cafe, the two women's shouting match. The woman turning her head slightly to the right so she could hear a little more of what the scuffle was all about. "That voice sounds so familiar," the somewhat tall, shapely woman said to herself.

"If you do not want to be in the line, then just get the hell out of it or move your ass...AmAcricain stupide," the Parisian said sharply, with a somewhat contented smirk on her face.

"Did you just call me stupid? ~ Oh, you want to start something with me this early in the morning, huh!" Maggie ground out heatedly.

The brunette's eavesdropping was interrupted with, "Bonjour, peut je vous aident," the young man said in a pleasant tone.

"Um, yes, hello, I'd like a latte with skim milk, please," the woman spoke gently to the person that was taking her order.

"Will that be all today?"

"Yes, the woman said, definitely recognizing the raised voice.

"What if I did, what will you do -- ce qui?" the french lady with the mid-legth twill gray jacket queried in a menacing sort of way.

"Are you threatening me? Were you born completely insane or did you just develop that condition since we've been standing in line because I know you do not want a piece of me?" Maggie stated firmly, glaring directly into the slightly taller woman's blue eyes, pretty much accepting the woman's invitation to a cat fight.

People started turning around to see what all the commotion was all about, and as the feisty brunette was also turning in the crowd's direction it gave the woman that Maggie had been having words with a chance to slide around and try and ease her way in front of the tiny lady, but she was caught dead in her tracks by the doctor in the making.

Grabbing the taller woman's arm, Maggie barked, "Where the hell do you think you're going you're behind me broad!" Pulling the woman back to her original spot.

"Let go of me you little...little...plus commun!" The woman hurled.

"First you call me stupid, now you call me a commoner, ohhh...lady, and I use the term ver-y loosely. I'm go-" Maggie's speech was interrupted by a soft calming voice, one that she hadn't heard in a long time but one she was all too familiar with...

"Hi, Maggie."

TBC...maybe?