Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Ringer…
A/N: Was anyone annoyed by the fact that Bridget had Juliet go home right after that awesome moment in 1x02? It bothered me so much. Anywho…here's my attempt at getting inside Siobhan's head, and let me tell you…it is an icy, icy place up there. Well, sorta. I hope you like it.
Life was good.
It had been hard at first, sneaking around with very little money, getting all the way to Paris, but I had done it: I had faked my own death and Bridget had bought it, hook, line, and sinker. She was so driven by her emotions…I sometimes wondered if she had been upset or if she had danced around in the boat singing, "Ding, dong, the witch is dead!"Regardless, I was out. It was nice in Paris, even with all the work I had to do.
I moaned against French Lesson guy's mouth. He was such a good kisser, I almost felt bad for forgetting his name.
Almost.
There was no guilt in my heart for cheating on Henry. After all, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, and it's not like it mattered. I was just de-stressing. French Lesson guy slid down to kiss my neck as a dull heat in my stomach grew more obvious. I clawed at his shirt, planning to pull it off, when the dull heat turned into nausea. My eyes widened.
Almost instantly I shoved him away, saying, "You have to go." I had to get him out fast.
We were halfway across the room when he could get a word in. "Wait, Cora, did I do something?"
"No." I said, handing him his coat at the door and shoving him out with it. "Here. I'll call you."
"Uhh…" the disbelief on his face was obvious.
"I will." I said again, not caring that it was a lie. Then I slammed the door in his face, taking a minute to lean against the door and breathe before I ran into the bathroom and was violently ill.
Once I caught my breath I went back into the bedroom and sat down, shaking. It was nothing. I had just eaten something bad, or had too many drinks, or French Lesson guy had some sort of cold or flue. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation that wouldn't complicate my life in any way.
Just to be safe, I called the lady at the front desk and asked for a home pregnancy test. But it was still nothing. While I waited I threw up again, emerging from the bathroom when the maid knocked. Waiting for the stupid thing to work was torture, though I still knew that there wasn't a thing to be worried about. Henry and I were sensible. I knew that we couldn't have kid. We always used protection and it always worked.
Exactly four minutes later I was holding the stick with a little pink plus on it in front of my face, unable to do anything. Only my hand responded, reaching for my phone. I dialed Henry's number.
Ring, ring, ring. He had to be there.
Ring, ring, ring. What was I going to say?
"Hello?"
My throat tightened painfully, in a way that it hadn't for years.
"Hello? Siobhan, if it's you, I'm not taking any more of this crap. You said you didn't want to see me anymore."
It barely registered that he must have been somehow tricked by Bridget. My vision was blurring, and for the first time in years tears poured down my cheeks, splashing onto my top.
Maybe this was what it felt like to have your life fall apart.
A/N: Is she sympathizing with Bridget? *gasp* yeah…I have this thing where no matter how evil someone is I still think they could b nice.
Tell me what you think!