A/N
This is my first fanfic and, you know, maybe I'm not really good at it. Let me know.
This is the first chap and nothing really happens ahahahaha... it's just an introduction... but I hope you like it.
Quincest and thinghs will happen later in the story.
Reviews are welcome.
07/22/13 - I want to thank wildfores. She's now editing my text, so I'll not will no longer seem an illiterate

Chapter 1: The call

In the middle of the night, her phone began to ring. She reached out as quickly as possible. She looked at the screen, and the name of her sister was blinking, so she answered the call, knowing that trouble was on the way.

"Hey Sar..." She started with concern.
"Tegan..." Her sister's voice was just a whisper, "...we're done." Tegan could feel her sister trembling, even through the phone, as Sara started to sob.
"What's happened?" She asked, already knowing what her sister was going to say.
"She's gone." Sara whimpered. "Stacy's gone..." And after these words, she began to cry again.
Tegan wasn't able to say a single word. She simply stood there for minutes... with her sister crying into her ear. Putting a hand on her face, she lowered her head. "Sara..."
"Please... can you come here?..." Sara's voice was so broken that Tegan's heart lost a beat. She turned to the bed, looking at her girlfriend.
"I'm coming..."

She stepped silently into the bathroom, and switched on the light. She looked at her face in the mirror, and on her lips flashed a little smile as she found traces of Lindsey on her chin. It was a great night for them. But in the blink of an eye, her mind was on Sara again.
Tegan took a quick shower and put on the first clothes she found, a pair of black jeans, a striped t-shirt and a hoody. She left a note for Lindsey explaining what has happened. She was sad at the thought of Lindsey waking up without her by her side. But her sister needed her, and she had to reach her.
The night was cold as she walked to their rented car. Sara's place wasn't too far. When she started the engine, her mind started to run too.
She was worried about Sara. Lately her relationship with Stacy had been going badly. They started to fight over everything, always arguing. They broke up and got back together too often. But each time, it always became worse. Sara started to take the blame for everything even when she was right. It was like Sara wasn't able to live without that girl and she even gave up her dignity for her. That was hurting Tegan. In the public eye, she could seem like a shy, but strong one, and in a physical way, she was. But hiding behind the shyness, Sara was the strongest person she has ever known. And the Sara that Tegan knew, was slipping away.

Hanging up the phone, Sara buried her head in the pillow. Her body was shaking as she started to cry hard. She screamed her pain into the pillow. She was thinking about her and Stacy. It was going perfect, she felt safe again, and all of a sudden, all was breaking down. They started to fight over everything. She didn't know even why, or maybe she didn't want to admit it, but her sweet Stacy turned into someone else. When they were together alone, in their place, it seems like all was perfect. But whenever the time for business came, Stacy began to be irascible. But at the same time, Sara needed her; she didn't want her to leave.
Without even knowing how much time had passed, she finally gave in to exhaustion. She did not even have the strength to pull up the sheets to cover her body from the cold air of the night. She fell asleep.

As Tegan reached Sara's house, she knocked at the door a couple of times then searched for the keys Sara's gave her. The house was dark and she headed straight for the bedroom. The only light in the room came from the full moon outside. Tegan stared at her sister for a moment. She was lying on the bed on her stomach, only in a bra and a pair of short pants. Her skin, touched by the light of the moon, seemed like milk. She reached the side of the bed where Sara was lying. Sara had goose bumps for the cold air. Tegan stared at her sister who seemed so weak in that moment. As she touched her back with her fingertips, Sara moaned in her sleep turning on her back. Tegan was now looking at her sister's face. She looked so exhausted, and on her face there were traces of endless tears. Tegan's heart skipped a beat as she bent over her sister to lay a kiss on her forehead. Her hand touched the pillow, still wet for Sara's tears. She softly rubbed her forehead with Sara's, who sighed in her sleep. Tegan could smell the alcohol in Sara's breath. A tear came down her cheek. She couldn't handle the sight of her broken sister. She took the blanket and covered Sara, and then she sat next to the bed, took Sara's hands in hers and leaned her head on her sister's palm after having kissed it.

When Sara woke up, her sister was next to her. Her head on the bed and one of her hands holding her own. She thought that was one of the sweetest things she had ever seen. A moment later she blushed at her thought and then, smiled softly. Sara's ran her hand through her sister's hair, and Tegan started to wake.
When she opened her eyes, Sara was there, staring at her, leaning on one elbow. Tegan gently squeezed Sara's hand, and they both smiled. In the moment Tegan tried to get up from the floor, she realized that every part of his body was sore from the night. Sara's popped out the bed and to help her to get up, rubbing her hand on Tegan's back, massaging it.

"I'm so sorry Tegan." Sara said.
"That's ok, I'm fine... it's just... I'm not used to this kind of positions." She chuckled, and a little smile ran on Sara's lips. But just for a moment.
"I think I'm starting to get used to this kind of night." And a dark shadow crossed her face as she was lowered her head. In that moment she realized that she was only in bra and pants. A hint of pink coloured her cheeks as she reached for the first t-shirts she saw in the room. A soft laugh escaped Tegan. But when Tegan's eyes leaned again on Sara's face and she saw her watery eyes, she went to her.
"I'm sorry Sar..." And she really was. Not for the laugh, but because of the sense of uselessness she felt in front of her sister's pain. "There is nothing I can do?... do you wanna tell me what happened?" She felt ashamed that those were the only words that came to her mind.
"You're here, that's all I needed." Sara said before abandoning herself in her sister's arms.

Sara dipped her face in Tegan's neck. Sara's hot breath was fondling Tegan's skin, and she hugged her sister's body tighter. Her heart was running in the moment the first tears fell from Sara's eyes burning her skin. She couldn't help herself, so she kissed her sister's head letting the tears fall from her eyes too. She cried silently for few minutes while her sister was sobbing into her body, shaking both of them. When she began to calm down, Tegan cupped Sara's cheek in her hands and looked into her watery eyes. Sara was lightly blushing, nose almost touching her sister's. Tegan, after wiping her sister's tears with her thumbs, leaned in for a soft kiss on Sara's forehead and then on Sara's eyes and nose and after a moment when their eyes met again, she leaned in to kiss Sara on hers cheek, kissing the corner of his lips too. Sara found herself holding her breath, and when her sister leaned her forehead against hers, she exhaled letting out a soft whimper. They both knew they weren't supposed to be in that situation.

"Don't let her do this to you again." Tegan voice sounded like a plea even if she hadn't meant to. But the truth was that there was nothing in the world that could make her suffer more than seeing her sister hurt. Sara knew it, and that made her feel truly sad. She didn't want her sister to feel bad for her, but she was the only one who she really trusted from the depth of her heart, the only one that she wanted beside her in the worst moments, and the only one who could comfort her. In that moment she realized that lately, she had been able to share with her sister only her pain, when she wanted to give her moments of joy, to see her eyes smiling again.

They were staring at each other with these thoughts in their minds, and neither of them heard the keys in the front door. When the door of the room was opened, Stacy stood there looking at them with dismay.