Summary: Post season 2a finale. My take on what should happen but won't.

This Modern Love

o1: Shit, I'm in love.

She's in front of you, undressing. Karma picked up the latest Teen People magazine from her corner table and pretended to flip through the pages. Shit, there goes the pants. She gulped and tried to think of something to say. Come on you idiot... think! "So you and Reagan are good?" What the fuck was that? She nearly face-palmed herself right there.

"Yeah, we're great." Amy smiled.

Karma could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. Just tell her you tool – tell her you're in love with her. "Amy, I have something I need to tell you." The redhead threw down her magazine with force. Fuck. Fuck. Those eyes. Those lips. Breasts, stomach... She felt her eyes glaring at Amy's near naked body.

"What's going on?" The blonde instantly forgot what she was doing and sat next to her best friend. She knew something was off with her for the past few weeks since Hesteria and the whole jail incident. "Are you still angry with me?" Worry began to consume her.

"No." Karma slid her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. "It's not that at all. I'm over the whole Liam thing." Lie.

Amy gripped the redhead's hand and squeezed. "Then what's going on?" She leaned her head on Karma's shoulder, like she had done so often in the past. "What are you gonna pull an Amy and tell me you're in love with me?" She laughed.

"No!" Another lie. "I think I'm pregnant." WHAT?!

"WHAT?!" Amy stood up and began panicking. "How could this happen? I thought you two were being careful!"

We are and I'm not. Why the fuck did I say that? She pondered over the reasons how of all things, that would come out of her mouth. "I don't know, I..." Just tell her! Just tell her you want to fuck her brains out. Maybe not say that. "Amy."

"Does Liam know?"

"No. Amy listen, I..."

After pacing around her best friends bedroom, Amy sat down beside Karma. "I'm here for you, Karma. Anything you need. Do you want me to tell Liam?"

Fuck! Karma was staring directly into Amy's eyes. "I'm not pregnant."

"But you just said you were."

"I know what I said, I just don't know why I said it." Karma stood up and was now pacing around the room just as Amy had been doing. "I need to get this off my chest." I love you, Amy Raudenfeld. "It's just ever since being in jail.. or no wait." Her mind was racing, as was her body.

Amy ran over and stopped her. "Calm down." She pushed back a piece of her hair that had gotten caught in her face, "Relax."

Suddenly it all came back to her. Those "feelings" had been there all along. It wasn't Amy's apology or her love confession that created these feelings. It only stirred them up. She'd loved her since the threesome, no, before then. She'd loved her since she met her. "Amy I love you."

The blonde smirked and hugged her, "I love you too."

"No." Karma pulled away. "Amy I love, love you."

Her eyes widened. "Oh."