molly/lucy sister fic, underground, set by aebbe
standalone
Lucy's gone underground.
Or at least, that's what her friend Carnaby (Carnaby, honestly) tells Molly when she sweeps into her sister's flat.
"But we're due at lunch," says Molly, and then, "wait, like, literally underground?"
Carnaby's stare is much more patronising than Molly thinks is fair, considering he's called Carnaby. "No, obviously. Underground, to earth, etcetera."
Molly looks at him blankly. Carnaby sighs and says, "She's looking into the Ministry. Alien cover-ups. You can find her at this address. Don't let anyone see you going in."
If she's being entirely truthful, Molly is getting sick of this whole conspiracy theory thing. It's funny when Dad's around to be wound up by it, but when it's standing in the way of her having lunch and a good sisterly catch-up then she's so over it.
She finds the "underground" (a basement in Clapham full of nerds and photographs of UFO sightings) and, of course, Lucy's in the middle of it with her glasses slipping down her nose and her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Molly goes over and tweaks the ponytail. It takes Lucy's eyes a second to focus on a person rather than the floorplan in front of her.
"Oh," she exclaims once she's identified Molly, "hey! What are you doing here?"
Molly folds her arms. "Lunch. Are you really wearing that top?"
"It's cool, fuck off." Lucy hoists her jeans up and reaches for her jacket. "Where are we going?"
"Blue Elephant."
"Ooh, Thai, nice."
"Hector set up a tab for me."
"You slut."
"Hey, I didn't sleep with him. Yet. Much. Mostly it's the promise of things to come that's got him so keen to treat me right."
Almost all of Lucy's co-conspirators have turned to watch them leave. Tall, red-headed, Lucy in her bomber jacket and Molly in heels so high she's got an extra three inches on her sister. Molly gives a particularly greasy-looking one a flirty wave. Lucy slides her a half-glare, but doesn't say anything.
"Just so you know," Molly remarks as they emerge back out into daylight, "there are like six Ministry cars parked round the corner. Pretty sure they've got that whole place bugged."
Lucy turns a familiar, wicked smile on Molly and slips a small black device down her sister's top. "Don't worry. I've got the only thing worth having. Keep it secret for me?"
Molly doesn't even hesitate. She readjusts her bra so whatever it is lies flat between her boobs and promises, "Always."