Sabrina sat on the side of Kelly's bed holding a worn, dirty, and bedraggled rag doll--Lilibet. The Key to Kelly.
As she absently ran her fingers over the red fringe of the doll's head she wondered why Kelly had never told her the story of Beamish. They had grown close working for the agency--first as friends; then, lately as lovers. Sabrina had shared her background with her, but, although Kelly had received the information eagarly, she'd been reluctant to shed any light on her own. Sabrina held the doll close and her heart ached with the knowledge of Kelly's pain.
The door to the bathroom opened and Kelly emerged, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping from the shower. "I see you've met Lilibet," she said flippantly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Sabrina rose from the bed and went to her lover. "Why didn't you ever tell me about Beamish?" she asked softly.
Kelly turned away from her. "Because I knew you'd act exactly as you're acting now--pitying me."
"No, Kel," Sabrina wrapped her arms around the brunett, "loving you."
Kelly sobbed and relaxed in Sabrina's arms. They lay on the bed together, and Sabrina dropped Lilibet to the floor. "You don't need her, anymore, Kel. I'm here for you now, and I always will be."
As Sabrina's lips touched hers, all thoughts of Beamish, the orphanage, and even Lilibet vanished.
She was home.